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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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"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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Late night Day 2 --> Early monring Day 3



They'd gotten out alive and largely unscathed. He'd taken a few stray shots, but it was nothing he couldn't shrug off and regenerate. He'd spent the rest of the day winding down, flying across the city once he'd made sure everyone else was properly situated of course. He'd seen, via his cell, that the news had reported on their little operation, and also that—suspiciously—on the fact that prisoners they had specifically avoided freeing had escaped.

It...felt familiar, it felt...wrong. He wasn't sure if it had been Zeki or someone else, but he didn't like what it could mean for the budding Resistance. Bad rep beyond just illegally breaking people out of jail, which he imagined could be somewhat forgiven by the public, seeing as so many of those people had been completely innocent. Plus, many of them had decided to join the cause.

Still, on his mind more than any of that, was Aeris. Landing on a building and sitting down with his legs dangling from the edge, the vampire took out his phone, only to see a message. Man, he really hadn't checked it in hours.

It was from Darius. He opened it.

”Aeris is staying here for the night, she’s too exhausted to travel and you can meet her here in the morning. Just send a text before you do.”
Darius' Text


The slightest of frowns tugged at one corner of his mouth before he chuckled a bit and then sent a message back.

”I appreciate you telling me. We'll probably meet elsewhere though. Wouldn't want to impose.”
Mairyell's Response


He grinned to himself. Darius would know that Mairyell hardly cared about imposing, but he knew the old fox would accept the reason anyways. Pocketing his phone away once he'd sent the message, Mairyell leaned back on his hands and stared up at the clear night sky and exhaled slowly, beginning to a breath exercise. After about five minutes his breathing was steadier than normal and it was at this point that he tuned in to the scents of the city and closed his eyes.

Gas, raw oil, fish, meat, blood—dead and alive—licentia, humans, prae, hundreds of each. The smell of burning tires, of salty air rolling off the ocean, the smell of dirt and human musk from not having washed wafting to him from the slums. Even the faint smell of ozone from electricity, and those were just mundane scents. He tuned in further, ramping up the strength of his smell until he could detect vis, focusing on that 'spectrum' of things he could smell thousands of individual people, living, moving, and breathing around him. The city was so alive, but he could also tell that it was not necessarily healthy. There was hostility, fear, and worst of all, uncertainty.

Then he finally located what he'd been looking for, well...several things really, and he let his weight shift forwards till he outright fell from the building and into open air. Where once he had been without wings, quite suddenly they blossomed from his back—blood red, and then a crimson so dark as to be black as they solidified—and he snapped up as they caught air. He flapped and shifted the build of his wings, streamlining them for speed.

Within the next few minutes he went on the hunt, striking at licentia who had overstepped their bounds, attempting to feed on humans or prae. They were never dead when he was done, merely unconscious or too weak to do much of anything. When he was finally done, he headed back to his apartment, but didn't bother dropping altitude. Instead, he landed on the balcony, his wings folding in on themselves as they liquefied and were then absorbed into his body seamlessly. He pressed his hand on a small pane of what appeared to be glass, it was the same size as his hand. It glowed, scanned his prints and vis, then a scanner opened, scanned his eyes. He felt a prick, and his DNA was tested. He then entered three passcodes, before what appeared to be a “wall” with a small window—instead of a glass door like a normal balcony—slid open. He entered his apartment, the strange door sliding shut behind him with great swiftness, but in silence.

The lights rose, not flickering on, but instead slowly adjusting the illumination. Still, for a human it would have been hard to see, but for Mairyell it was as clear as day—one of the perks of being what he was. Though properly fed, Mairyell still made his way to the kitchen and warmed up three slices of pizza, which he then brought to his bedroom.

Lounging into bed he snapped his fingers and a TV turned on and for twenty or so minutes he allowed himself to be lost in some mindless comedy while he ate. When the show had finished, and his plate sat empty on his bedside table, he got up, turned the TV off, washed his plate in the kitchen, setting it to dry, before he disrobed and crashed into bed. He'd get up tomorrow and contact Aeris. Darius would make sure she knew he was alright and even if he didn't, she'd know. She trusted him.

He smiled a bit to himself, pulled his phone out, and decided to send her a text anyways.

”The 'Break went well Sis. I'm gonna crash. Head over tomorrow and wake me up maybe? Hope to see you ;) .”
From Mai to Aeris


He hit send, then laid his phone down on its charging station, and let out a long wistful sigh.

He chuckled a bit to himself.

“Breakfast would be great,” he thought out loud, before grinning, “...but I hope I have dessert instead.” With that thought, a smile still on his face, he let himself fall asleep, with Aeris still on his mind.
Anzen-sei, Kikuë



Behold the Rankage(formerly known as the Mizukage). As a note, I can't think of any really good titles for her right now, so if anyone has some actually good suggestions (especially if they translate into japanese well) feel free to share them. Beyond that, I'd like to note that her history gives a pretty good idea of what sort of person she is and that--eventually--I will get around to writing her personality. It's just that I can't figure out how I want to write it right now, and everything else is done. So yeah. Here ya go!

Anzen-sei, Kikuë



Chatterbox

He kept up the charade until,

The drive back was absolutely exhausting, in fact it might have been almost more tiring than the mission itself. God did this bastard talk a lot, he was giving him a bad name. It was a little late to change it though—he figured—trying to drown his mind in thought so that he could numb himself to the almost constant droning of the rescued villain.

Eventually, FINALLY, they arrived back at headquarters. He'd made a call a bit before hand and so it was that once they'd exited the vehicle, that it was taken away by someone that wasn't its owner, after which they would take it to two others, one of which who would finally return it to its owner. Meanwhile, Chatterbox and the rest of the Jacks made their way into the building, with Gamble in tow—likely still yammering on about something totally inane and pointless like he'd been doing for...how long now?

He'd lost track of time, but it had honestly felt like eternity.

Entering the space where they'd met their boss they found themselves greeted by him and, if Drake was being honest, this did not please him. At the same time, it was kind of nice because it meant they could immediately hand Gamble over to him.

“Yes, quite thoughtful,” Chatterbox said in response, attempting a small smile even as he nodded back at Gamble, “If I may be so frank, please find a way to shut him up...or I will.” There was an edge to his voice that was not directed at Broker in the least and the implication was that he'd use his power on Gamble, probably while yelling, so as to maximize the effect and save himself the time.

It appeared that the man's constant droning had worn through all but one of Chatterbox's nerves.
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa


Nervous while she awaited the first move in the fight between their senior and her teammate, she'd been running to help work it off—also because it was good exercise—and then they failed. Her heart sunk and she opened her mouth, anger flashing through her, before it was swiftly replaced by frustration, and then disappointment.

That had been the lesson? He'd felt it was necessary to make her—and maybe the others—feel shame at taking orders from a superior rather than just telling them. The muscles in her jaw tensed and she clenched her hands into fists, even as Protean began walking away she had been gearing up to unleash her own little corner of hell...and then she heard Decoy and her eyes widened and all the anger and frustration fell away. She was worried and devastated, her image of her perfect heroes now properly shattered in more ways than one. Of course, it wasn't like she'd thought they were completely invincible...just mostly.

So it was that when Protean told them to forget everything else, that she had absolutely no problem following orders, as a bit of her earlier anger had switched targets now. As it did, a tiny tendril of her projection's shadow had already extended through the floor and briefly moved through Protean's foot. Due to it having been expanded around her and already touching the ground it probably wouldn't be noticed in the well lit room with everyone likely varying levels of distracted and shocked.

She began following Protean to the interrogation room. She wanted to see who had done this to her childhood idol, to her heroes. To the city's heroes. She wished to know the face of evil so that she might one day wipe it out.
Outsider


Enjoying the ride—though it was somewhat bumpy, as he had gone with Kyoshi—Jake was quite relieved when they finally arrived. When Kyoshi decided to let him off the ride, so to speak, he would step onto the sidewalk and then—having gotten directions from G4M3R—would start on his way towards the building. He was itching to use his power again if only because the emotional high had worn off and he had been dropped once more into the emotionally dull state that he typically resided in.

It sucked. It had always sucked.

However, rather suddenly it occurred to him that he was with a team, and so he ought to act like. So it was that he stopped in his tracks, turned back around, and waited for the rest of them to catch up. Once they had, he spoke, “So, how exactly do we want to approach this? We don't know how many parahumans are in there, so...I'd say enter from different angles if possible. Though, I don't know how easy it will be to do that...since we don't know the layout of the building. Or, I figure we don't at least. Unless any of you can figure that sort of thing out or something,” after all, it wasn't as if he was terribly familiar with any of their powers if he was being entirely honest.

With that said, he waited a moment before adding something else. “Oh yeah, and...in this form I don't have any other powers. You ought to know that. I'm kinda...normal in my human body and my Second Vessel is likely to be too large to fit in any sort of particularly enclosed space. So yeah...maybe we can lure them out into the open somehow?” Then, waiting for their responses, he fell silent.
@Sarcelle Renard you are accepted.
So we got, Vec and Write for sure, myself obviously, and our two GMs. Who else?
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Me! But I am always doing that.

You're also a GM, you don't count xD
Hmm, so who's working on a character currently?
@Write you are also formally accepted into the village by me, the Mizukage aka Anzen-sei, Kikue.

That is provided that you first read the Survival Guide to Living in Kirigakure ICly ^_^
Alrighty! :)
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