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6 yrs ago
The Truest and Most Ultimate Showdown has beguneth. Goofykins V.S. SpongeByrne!
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6 yrs ago
Does anyone know where I can figure out how to unfabricate memories? Asking for a friend.
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6 yrs ago
Check out our new and improved thread. Just an interest check for now, but oh boy is there so much more to come! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
8 yrs ago
Oh Bleach RP oh Bleach RP where art thou oh quality Bleach RP. Why hast thou forsaken thee? Seriously though, WHY!?!
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Hmm, neat. I generally go through a really good community maintained one called "Forged Alliance Forever," or "FAF."
Since Pro's not got anything in particular planned for the Wards until the next in-game day, I'm planning to have my next post as Messiah timeskip everybody in the Wards to the planned meeting. @Kafka Komedy, @solokolos, @Lugubrious, @yoshua171, if anybody's still occupied with interactions with other PCs or NPCs and needs more time to finish off what they're doing, please say so. Otherwise, I'll get the meeting post started at some time tomorrow.

Go ahead.
Lolol. What client you been playing through or is it LAN?
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Having brought their newest member back to base and informed him of their mission, Drake had separated from the group briefly and made a point of using some of his funds. He bought a set of expensive communication devices...in the form of phones. He coerced several of his more thoroughly indoctrinated audience members to sign up for repaid plans and then bid them to forget he had asked them at all and instead that a relative had asked them to help out financially. He made each of their stories as plausible as possible before returning with bluetooth devices and smart phones in tow. He had also acquired walkie talkies. He gave both to his teammates, explaining them and then handing over the coordination to Headhunter and anyone else who wanted to. This way even if they got separated they could communicate and if their mobile devices were ever to be tracked, they could shut them off , crush them, and throw them away, using the walkie-talkies instead.

After that and another read through the mission briefing folder, he'd went and gotten two vehicles and set up another plausible story with his audience that had lended them to him. He'd made sure to put false plates on, though they were registered to someone's name that wasn't his own.

Bringing them back near the hideout, he had left them several blocks away and each time he'd left the given vehicle he had been wearing different clothes and gotten a taxi to his next destination. Eventually he'd returned to the hideout, asked Headhunter for a spare gun—having also acquired a taser and a knife from audience members to add to his arsenal—and then set about eating and sleeping.

He'd gotten up early the next day and had gone home, then called someone to bring him a holster of a particular sort. He ended up with a strap that went over his shoulder and wrapped around his stomach above his under shirt, the weapon resting beneath his crimson dress shirt, largely hidden unless one paid close attention. He kept one clip of extra ammo in a pocket, with his taser on the opposite side of his body, affixed to the same strap. The knife he affixed to a sheath in his left sleeve, just out of sight within the wide berth of cloth unless he moved just so or you paid very close attention. He made a note to order some kind of tailored overcoat for future operations, especially given the addition of a tinker to their little troupe.

Later he explained to them why he'd gotten two vehicles. Simply put it was to confuse anyone who might want to track them once they got off of Interstate 25. It would allow them to split into two groups and throw off the trail, before abandoning the vehicles for two others he'd set up in select locations—if they became necessary, and heading back to base. It was good to have contingencies, he'd said to anyone giving him looks.

They'd headed out soon after that and upon arriving he'd gotten out of the car—both appeared to be fairly common vehicles, but they'd been custom, and were quite the beasts when necessary. They had enough room for some supplies and of course their passengers.

Rising to his feet and stretching, his costume on already, though he was wearing a hoodie to conceal the goggles and much of his face to anyone nearby. He'd do so until the mission started in earnest.

Regarding their location he noted the flow of traffic, the hills surrounding, and then once he'd taken it all in he glanced at his teammates. Lovely was quick to begin their quirky banter, while Headhunter headed off to position himself properly. Then Arsenal started speaking and he listened, faintly amused, and pleased, at their newest member's intention to take control of the situation and lead where Headhunter had apparently decided not to. Before Arsenal opened his mouth, he'd activated his bluetooth channel, specifically the one connecting him to Headhunter, so that their marksman could hear the plan too and contribute.

Once Arsenal finished he glanced to Sofia as she raised her hand, and then attempted to contribute. The poor dear seemed so out of place, he had to admit, but she was as useful as she was out of place and that certainly made up for it.

"Well, Sofia, I think what would be most useful, personally, is if you let Headhunter shoot the engines, and in that moment you 'ignore' the wheels, causing their vehicles to sink into the ground. We wouldn't want the damage to flip them and harm our target." he glanced at Arsenal, "Or we could make the situation massively dangerous, thus over-complicating things with his power, and also possibly putting us at a severe disadvantage." He shrugged slightly, his expression serious the whole time. It appeared he wasn't putting on a show for them. There was no need, he'd figured, and it also appeared that they didn't appreciate the theatre like he did.

"Besides, once those convoys stop," he began, glancing at them and flashing a smile, "...it will really only take a brief time for me to lull them into an obedient stupor."
Well this is neat. You could always do the battles by actually playing the game :P
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"I'll let you off easy this time, but don't be surprised if next time things don't end so cleanly."
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Everyone's words flowed off of him, and while he picked up some of their meaning, much of it was lost as he calmed his almost instinctual reaction of rage and hatred towards Szayeis. It took him a bit longer to calm down, but when he did he came upon the wounded individual speaking, followed swiftly by their host.

Additionally he noticed another newcomer, to whom he merely raised an eyebrow. Flashy, self absorbed, and maybe even more than a little stupid. Wouldn't survive long, he practically concluded before turning his gaze back to Zeki and then to the man who had said Szayeis' name, raising an eyebrow. The man didn't feel of Szayeis, didn't smell it either, in fact his worries were probably justified.

After all, Szayeis had been a wanted licenti on an international level before the prae had set their sights on his life and Mairyell had been to far too many places that were now ghost towns...or barely functional cities because of the licenti and those who followed him.

His eyes fell back on Zeki, but he decided that such was enough and pushed himself from where he leaned against the wall, a hand going to his pocket, retrieving what appeared to be a business card or two. He threw one towards Zeki and walked over to their 'leader,' offering one to him as well. “On that card is a way all of us can stay in contact. Private web server, of sorts, been using it for clients for hundreds of years without a breach. There's a sign in process even via any mobile device, but it won't take long and all the passwords necessary are on that card.”

Once Charles had taken the card, the hybrid would make his way to the door, passing the red haired overly muscular giant behind with an odd chuckle. “I'd suggest working out the plan in that server where we can all see it. I'll be in touch,” he waved without turning back to them, the gesture over his shoulder, before he vanished beyond the door and, soon after, into the night.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴍ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
"Which will it be, your pride...or your life?"
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Maintaining the worry in his tone and body language, the disguised Szayeis in truth felt amusement in his core. The arrival of the red head didn't bother him, but he made an effort to be startled, and then somewhat impressed by the magic the human displayed. He smiled at the man warmly, welcoming him with his body language rather than words, before he glanced back to Zeki as the words of their 'host' struck home. "Work for him!?!" he exclaimed, taking one, then two steps back, looking affronted, a look of abject horror in his eyes. "Do you know what that thing has done? Cities reduced to barely functioning towns. Towns into ghost towns, bereft of any inhabitants. Monstrous murders. Assassinations, and any number of other things I hope I'll never know," he shuddered at the thought, and shook his head as if to perish it. "I just heard he was in town through some of my sources. I'm a detective and private investigator. Some of my more wealthy clients...they like to know when threats or opportunities enter the city, so I have contacts who keep an eye on things like that. Szayeis is a threat, so I know he's here and having had to research the insane bastard, I know about him."

"So perish the thought of me getting a message to him. I'm getting my family out of the city. Who knows what he's got planned, but I won't have my own in danger of being caught up in it," in this he injected some of the human's real emotions, making it all the more convincing. After all, the human he had possessed had a family...once, and was truly feeling fear. The licenti noticed that some of that fear was assigned to individuals who had not lived in the house. It appeared he'd have more clean up to do.

He paused a moment as Mairyell gave his card to Zeki and Charles. He nodded his head to the hybrid before turning his attention to Zeki, an idea in his eyes. "I've, got a card too actually," he said, fishing one from his pocket. "I may not be much use in a fight, but I can do reconnaissance and keep my ear to the ground. Been evading the prae's attempts to find trails back to me for months, no reason I can't snoop some more into their databases, maybe get some key details." He smiled at Zeki, then Charles, a glint of mischief and intelligence in his eyes.

If they took the bait, it meant that Szayeis could use this human as an unwilling pawn, whilst dangling the man's still living relatives over his head. He'd use them as unwitting hostages and it would be glorious. If he hadn't been so hasty to arrive, he could have left the wife alive perhaps.

Oh well, it was too late for that now.
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Ominar – Prae Headquarters 'The Spire' – Highest Office
Day two - Morning
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She had bid her newest little tool to arrive in her office soon, she thought as she once more gazed upon the sun as it ascended towards the sky's zenith. It was so different from their own star, a different color, different size. So many differences between her world and this one, each one a thing of intrigue, she thought. She was curious what the day would hold, especially since it did not appear that the Broker had gotten in contact with her again, nor showed up unannounced—which he had done before.

Hearing a buzz from her desk she turned and pushed a button, speaking as she did so, “He is here I presume?” Her voice was smooth and almost sensual, even in its natural and relaxed state, a beautiful thing.

“Yes Exeo, he will be at your door momentarily,” the operator on the other side responded. The exeo nodded and let go of the button, instead she sat down behind her desk, folding on leg over the other at the knee, and laying her hands gently on her lap, a smile forming on her face. She glanced down at the table of her desk, looking over some documents before her knight arrived.

There had been strange reports of alleys and streets that no one could pass, despite a total lack of physical barriers. There were also odd areas where nothing seemed to happen. No one passed through them, no one was in them. Anomalies of some sort, she thought, but couldn't be sure.

She would be sending some agents out to investigate later.

Beyond that she'd heard tell of some kind of gathering at the very edges of town in the industrial district. Apparently in a warehouse of some sort. Very few people had been apprehended as she had only managed to send authorities there after most of them had departed. It was unfortunate but it was enough.

Those in custody had been interrogated, given warnings, and then let go. What they had revealed both amused and worried her.

A rebellion was forming.

Interrupting the thought, she heard a soft chime at her door, causing her to look up and smile. It appeared that her knight was about to enter her office.

Wonderful~

She had a particular task in mind for him already and was certain he'd be hanging on her every word, the poor youngling.

“Yes, please do come in,” she said as a sound notified her that someone had swiped their identification/clearance card on the other side of the door.

She waited, wondering how he would present himself.
@Rockette and @icmasticc thank you for the swift responses, they have been helpful. Oh, one other thing. So Rockette did say that there are minor mutations/scars and whatnot on a given SOLDIER's body, but nothing so bad that they'd appear inhuman. Could, perhaps, ones ability make them appear inhuman during use?

Conversely, could it manifest something? Akin to a summoner calling forth things to fight for them. It's not something I'm likely to do, but I like to know the breadth of my options.
@yoshua171 - Poking fun at my feelings, but that's okay.
If you got questions, 'lemme know. ♥

*Waves you away, smiling all the while* Silly~

As to questions, I'm going to ask some clarifying questions and then some other ones regarding...possibilities. Best have both of you present or looking this over.

Ain't that right @icmasticc? :3


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