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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

@DeadDrop sure!

how much do i need to know about air combat?

you got the loop-de-loops, the endor brake, slowing down makes you turn faster? those are all the tecnhiques i know off the top of my head. what era of dogfighting is this? looks like it may be modern day or vietnam/korea-ish?

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

this looks very cool, may i show my interest?

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

Since a lot of the ship is left up to the imagination, I just decided to wing it. Let me know if there's anything I should change!

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

Bright Eyes

reply too: @LunarisDaFox and others

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Reika threw up her gloved arms and cheered, jumping up and down for a moment. Goosebumps ran up and down her body- the Captain's speeches had that effect on her. Her uncolored clothing, with an untucked sleeveless grey shirt leading over simple black pants tucked into knee high boots. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders and she occasionally brushed it out of her vibrantly glowing green eyes. A pink flower was tucked into her hair over her ear. On closer exanimation one would find her ears to be grey discs attatched to the side of her head, and the stem was resting within a small crevice of the device so it wouldn't fall out.

Cake! The Captain's cake- someone was going to get to eat it. Who would it be? They would be a legend amongst the crew for the rest of the Falchion's history. Hopefully they shared some of it. Everyone- as far as Reika knew- wanted to make the Captain proud. They wanted to make each other proud. Reika had never felt such kinship before. For a moment, Reika forgot that the portal could just instantly shred all of them. That was certainly a knot of fear in her stomach, but with such confidence from the Captain the young bright eyed woman believed anything was possible.

It was probably time to prepare. The ship might come under attack once they crossed the threshold. Her railgun was tucked neatly into it's black briefcase, as well as the accompanying pistol. That was the container she threw over her shoulder. Everything else was kept in various pouches and belts attatched to her combat uniform. Reika wasn't in her combat uniform, of course, it was unnecessary onboard the ship.

Her room was, to put it simply- quite cute. There were plants on shelves underneath UV lights. There was small wooden cupboard full of actual, physical books. Leatherbound, full of paper, with that smell Reika loved so much. Though there was a digital pad resting ontop of the cupboard for additional material. Over her bed was a katana in it's sheathe. There was a desk with a computer, and several incomplete knitting projects resting on the table next to the desk. Evidence of this knitting hobby dotted the wall- various images of varying quality were proudly on display throughout the room. Her largest project was the rug in the center of it all. It ties the whole room together, with it's amber and crimson shades of a sun rising behind shadowy rolling hills.

Reika only decided to grab her fully automatic laser gun. If the ship really did come under attack, it would be her most valuable weapon. Her stealth loadout would be safer in her room. Holstering the laser pistol in her belt, Reika left her room. The door slid open and closed behind her. Hanging over the door into her room was her name- written in blue text on pink. In English, and then in Japanese characters beneath it. There was a flower, two green circles, various things that Reika thought described her.

Reika was going to see Sae. Afterall, she was the tech expert on all things human and alien, and Reika wanted to see if Sae was excited. Her job was about to get a lot more important; more important than it already was. Reika respected Sae a great deal for various reasons. Sae was even more robotic than she was and wasn't self-conscious about it at all. She's smart, capable, confident, and funny. If Reika would look up to anyone, it would be her.

So maybe that's why she wanted to see Sae aswell. Reika was nervous. They hadn't done anything like this before. Reika had only been onboard with Falchion for a mere five months. Seeing the veteran might calm her nerves. Maybe she'd ask Sae just one more time whether or not they were all going to be immmediately incinerated upon entering the portal. Reika came to a stop outside Sae's room and knocked on it.

"Hello? Sae? Are you in there?" She asked through the door. She glanced back and waved at a passing crewman and then put her metal ear to the door.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Emily, or #2

Fort Hood, Texas, January 23rd.

"It's not poison ivy, it's shrub rose," Number Two corrected Akasha. Why everyone thought everything was poison ivy- 2 had no idea. It seemed the basic concept of "leaves of three, let it be" was beyond most people. It didn't matter, she wasn't trying to be friends with either of these two...except Antoine. Somehow. Maybe. She didn't like to think about Antoine.

Leaning to the left, Number Two got a better view of the mysterious device. Red liquid? Some kind of gas bomb? What the hell was in that thing? Could be anything. From mustard gas to dyed humidifier. But 2's gut told her it something far more sinister. Approaching once beckoned, she observed the red button. Once the room fills, (with gas?) she is to press. Suddenly, it began to emerge. Akasha was reacting quite strongly against the substance, and 2 felt she would have too aswell.
"Uh, okay." She said, looking and feeling concerned. But when the gas wafted against her nose, she found the smell...quite pleasant. It smelt really good. Watching Akasha leave, she turned back to the device and shuddered involuntarily. Tingles. What was in this thing? What was going to happen?

Antoine told her to wait thirty seconds, so she obliged. "Got it, Antoine." She responded eagerly. The thing continued to deliver it's unknowable gas. Thirty seconds would pass. Crimson vapor began to fill her vision. Squinting against the wisps, she waited a beat more and pressed the button.

"Here goes nothing. Am I going to be okay?" She asked into the ear piece.

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

@Nykromantyk don't you put your evil magic on me

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

@EnterTheHero oof

ouch

right in the feels

i hope so. but i think Clara might be walking down a darker path. she never had an uncle ben...guess we'll find out!

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

@Akayaofthemoon Sure, they could know each other! That would be badass. Maybe on Reyna's forced missions with her dad they didn't always work alone?

I'm not a thief in real life, so I'm not super sure how this kind of thing works, lol. But yeah, they could absolutely know each other. Wanna talk about it in a PM?

@EnterTheHero I usually would be down for the regular life with loving parents- that's kind of Spider-Man's thing! But I think this RP might be a little spicier with some good old fashioned Chaotic Neutral/Evil thrown into the midst, yeah?

zoey's characters

Clara Cabello

All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…

What’s your name?
Clara Cabello.

How old are you?
19 years!

What do you look like?
Eh, somethin' like this.

Clara Cabello

( art work blatantly stolen from Anya Corazon, no relation)

Usually latina chicks don't have hair as red as mine- but go figure. I like to think I'm pretty ripped- gotta nice figure, right? Well, I need to stay in shape for my work. I'm like, average height. 5'7 or somethin, I can't remember.

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
I had a small family. Too small. Just me and my mom- that asshole couldn't have died sooner. She just moved into the country recently- probably illegally. Ain't that wait time like 20 fuckin' years or somethin'? She was not...not nice to me. I don't want your fuckin' pity. Being on my own was good for me, I ran away before she killed herself with her bad habits. So, what, I had to make do. Never did have a job or an education growin' up, I did what I had to do. You'd be surprised how much work is out there for a quick little girl like me. I always was a good thief. I did that for a few years. Got beat up a few times- so what? I beat up a few people myself. Ran into some twerp. Little kid named Alejandra- all alone like me. Stupid little shitbag ain't nearly as good as it I am. Dunno why I stuck out my neck for her- but me and her run together now, I guess. That was a couple years ago.

Alejandra's smart. Too smart. Too smart to be out here all by herself like me- but whatever. Neither of us are changin'. Rather die than end up in the fuckin' system- both of us can tell you that. She's like 18 now or somethin'. She watches my back and I watch hers. She usually set up the plans, and I executed them. Me an' her made bank compared to when we were by ourselves. Lots of money in grand theft auto- I don't have a liscence but I'm a great driver. Alejandra taught me how to break in and hotwire 'em, though. She even got her hands on one of them credit card swiper thingies- I dunno how they work. Man you don't even know- we made a great team. Still do. By the way, I call her AJ. Her last name is Jonas, and the nickname AJ is like- a thing- so why not?

What happened after the incident?

Super Strength: 10

Agility: 50

Durability: 0

Regeneration: 0

Spider-Sense: 40

I thought I was done for. I'd never felt so shitty- I was going for an easy mark at Empire State University when that shit happened. Alejndra was freaking out- specially when I fell asleep for so long. She was considering taking me to the hospital- but not only would that use up all our savings helping me, I'd also be arrested and it'd all be over. But when I woke up, I felt great. Stronger. Faster- way faster than I ever had been before. Way sharper. God damn I have fucking superpowers. Like in the comics AJ reads. This was an opportunity, AJ and I both knew it. She was smart, but equipment was scarce. But with my new superpowers, anything was possible. Our crimes started to go up in reward BIG TIME.

We weren't the only ones, either. All sorts of freaks like me were walkin' around town- and some of 'em had some nasty shit. Webs, though. We don't gotta lot, but AJ actual reverse engineered that shit and made me my own god damn web shooters- I couldn't fucking believe it. She should be in college. But apparently I'm her older sister now or something, and she's sticking by my side and I'm grateful for it. Our spree is just getting started, motherfucker. New York has no idea what's about to hit it.

Do you believe in aliens?
What? No. Maybe? I dunno, I never really thought about it.

What are your goals for the future?
Spider-Manning does absolutely pay the bills, bitch. Me an' AJ are gonna make fuckin' bank. We just bought our own place. I dunno when we're gonna stop. AJ is gonna cook more shit up and I'm gonna use it, and no one's gonna stop us. Ambition- we always had it. Now we just got the tools to make it work. People are gonna learn to respect us. Fear us, even. I could beat up 10 people at once- kill em with my bare hands if I wanted too. Can't lay a finger on me. New York is gonna remember us.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?

God-awful place- but it's my home. No opportunities- not the one's they want you to have. You gotta make your own god damn opportunities.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?

I got a little flip phone- personally I don't really use much. That's more AJ's thing. She's got this little toolkit she tinkers with, they made my web shooters. We're gonna get her a laptop and a brand new phone and all that shit.

What do you like?

Money.

Alejandara. Uh, not necessarily in that order. This list ain't in order, it's more of a vague kind of- you get it.

Hot people. You know it.

Freedom! No one can keep me down or inside. I do my own thing.

Coming out on top. I like winning...like I said, this list ain't in order. I think I like winnin' more than anything else.

What do you dislike?
Poverty. I'm never gonna be broke again. Ever.

The system- the man, the god damn- society? Fuck it. It's stupid. I do what I want. Cops 'n all that shit can go fuck itself. 'Specially the cops- pigs.

Losing. I don't lose, okay? I win.

Like...people? Everyone's an asshole, a pussy, or dead. Fuck everyone, you know? I got mine.

Heroine.

Do you think true evil exists?

No. Probably not. Alejandra put's it best- morality is subjective. That's what she says.

What’s your favorite color?
Orange!

Favorite song?

Prolly this one. Can't really relate to the father part- but it get's the message across, yeah? Don't mess with my family.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEX9ht4bexQ

Anything else to add?
Spiders, man. Wasn't my idea to go with the spider shirt, but Alejandra insisted it looked cool. Maybe she's right. Spiders are pretty badass.

What are your thoughts on these people?
Alejandra Jonas- She's my family. Like my little sister or somethin'. I...I mean, don't say this around her, but I'd do anything for her. Anything. I don't know what I'd do without her. Being by myself again...I don't think I could do that. She's gotta be the smartest dumbass I've ever met. She's taught me a lot, and hopefully I've done right by her so far. The two of us deserve more than we got, that's for sure. I'm gonna take it.