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The Marauders (2018)

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still here. this RP is just a fun thing to revist every month for me. personally i have no problem with the wait

The Gauntlet

Natalia

The creature shrieked, and Natalia found her eyes glued to the encounter. The thing began to ascend into it's maze of webs above. It would only be a matter of time before it reached them. It seemed to want to put her between itself and the flames someone had created. Unfortunate. They had to act quickly. Fortunately, the fantasy dwarf had used his technology to lift her Powered Armor onto it's back. Hidden amongst the surface of nooks, crannies, and smooth steel plating, there was the activation switch.

She began to climb on, but it became obvious that even her "good" leg was nothing more than dead weight. Despite her vulnerability and the fact a horrific creature was bearing down on all them, Natalia hadn't even begun to break a sweat. Was it sheer courage? Perhaps, in a twisted kind of way. Truth be told, Natalia did feel fear, but it was dulled, and rarely manifested on her face. She also felt as if she was still in relative control of the situation. As long as she remained calm, she could get inside the suit. Having briefly evaluated the capabilities of the creature, her Powered Armor could match it's strength, if not surpass it.

Another green wall of energy appeared. This time, it had interposed itself between the Powered Armor and the encroaching creature. The elf woman from earlier seemed to be fond of that trick.

With the help of Leon pushing her from behind, Natalia could crawl ontop of her suits back. Calmly she reached her fingers into a hidden crevice and pressed a button. The armor beneath her suddenly split open, a dividing itself and two. Natalia fell face first inside as if she was being devoured by the machine. Using her waist to maneuver her legs into a better position, she began to activate her Powered Armor. It had been a while since a manual start up was necessary, but Natalia remembered the way to do it perfectly.

The inside of the machine was dark and complicated, but as Natalia began to quickly and mechanically bring her mechanism to life, her nimble fingers dashing expertly from one switch, to one panel, to another, the thing began to whir, click and hum. Only a few more moments, she thought. A few seconds more.

De'kae, the Druid

De'kae was expecting the thing to come after her for revenge, but fortunately yet another ally had lit a fire. They could put it out later, right? Either way, the archer was safe and the thing had scattered to it's webs above. It was horrible, chilling thing to watch, and the young elf withered underneath the woman's glare of pure malice and anger. Nonetheless, she pushed forward, pursuing the monster as it fled on the ceiling. She had to keep in range. If it got too far away, she wouldn't be able to help. Her neck craned upward, Kay galloped horizontally, keeping her eyes on the beast. The shield she had created to protect Katelin had since vanished. The swords woman did not look wounded. Already Kay was getting the sense that the swords woman was some kind of fearless immortal warrior who felt no pain. If she was hurt though, Kay would be able to heal her after the battle. Usually her healing took too long in the heat of battle.

"Careful!" She yelled, as if the people around her needed to be reminded not to throw away their lives.

As she moved along, she heard the sound of what might have been someone harrumping. Whirling around she spotted the shirtles muscle bound man observing the battle. Eyes wide, she and him made brief eye contact. With a glance, she pleaded for him to help. Whether or not he would respond was up to him, Kay couldn't spare a moment more. Following the beast, it began to drop down. It had gained some distance on her, but Kay had managed to stay in range. Approaching the legless woman and her golem, she extended both hands outward and created a large wall between Natalia, Leon, and the monster. As long as she could, Kay would create and recreate sections of the wall to prevent the creature from easily maneuvering around it. Perhaps it could just break through with a concentrated effort, but hopefully that would take enough time for whatever that woman was doing with her golem to finish. She imagined the thing would stand up and start to fight any second now. Either way, she began to panic.

"Just get her out of there!" She shouted, voice cracking.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

outskirts of the village

Dareen had a meek smile on her face as Fatima talked, her hands hanging limply in Fatima's grasp. She was...quite...bubbly, wasn't she? She had listened while Jandar and Fatima had talked- not like there was another room to go too anyway- and hadn't even considered for a moment that she was being pushed out. After all, they knew each other well. Dareen was just tagging along trying to help. Her energy was infectious, but Dareen couldn't help but knit her eyebrows together and look jokingly dismayed when Fatima brought up the matter of skin and covering. To protect from sharp things, she wanted to say wryly. But Fatima perhaps considered this already, or maybe she just thought it was an impolite question to ask. Plus, putting down Fatima wouldn't be very funny, she felt. The Queen before her seemed like a very sensitive person. Though, Dareen thought, I'm one to talk. Who's the one scared of a dress, again? Get over yourself.

"I like...yellow? Blue?" She barely managed, having never really thought about this before. "Skin? I don't- really-" She stammered. Like a v-neck or something? Dareen would die of embarassment, no doubt. Wearing a frilly dress is already uncomfortable enough. Dareen was trying her best, though, not wanting to disappoint.

In only a matter of moments though, Fatima was already off on some other mad crusade and Dareen was left in a cloud of flustered, amused dust. Still, the Queen had left something important to think about- a cover. She had mentioned that Dareen could be a fighter of some kind, though how that would work with a dress was beyond the yellow-jeweled Witch. Perhaps she was in for a makeover regardless of the cover story. Dareen was a terrible liar. She'd never been taught how, really. Within her mercenary core, honor and loyalty were everything, for as much as that was worth. If you were going to stab someone, stab them in the front, not the back. Subterfuge, espionage, social engineering...these were beyond her. Jandar seemed to have a better idea of what they might do. The idea of dressing up as some decently well off foreign merchant and just staying quiet seemed the easiest and safest thing to do. Dareen hadn't done much of anything but keep to herself ever since she left Pruul, and even she attracted attention whever she went.

Blowing air through her lips she put her weight onto one leg and a hand on a hip. After a brief silence of watching Fatima skip away, Dareen said, "...You'd die for her, huh?" Referring to some of the remarks he made earlier. While the words themselves may have been derisive, her tone was one of admiration and sincerity. The way Jandar talked earlier, his goals seemed to be that of Fatima replacing Dorothea. A goal so lofty it might as well have been impossible. As for dying for someone, Dareen had never wanted to do that. She would fight for people, sure, but even the person she respected most in her life doesn't have claim over her life. Evidence by the fact that her commander was weeks walk away and she left without saying goodbye. So the idea of laying one's life down for another was alien and strange. Something for storybooks. Yet from the way Jandar spoke and carried himself, Dareen felt as if he would throw himself on a sword if it meant keeping Fatima safe. Then again, Dareen never was the best judge of character. Clearly...she didn't even know herself.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe smiled warmly as Kiara sat down next to her. The russian bloke, Tupolev, seemed intent on staying outside of the plane until everyone else was in. More power to him. Though he was putting off some rather unfriendly, scrutinous vibes. Maybe that was just the nature of the accent. Very stoic.

"Tupolev, pleasure to meetcha." She said with a sassy two fingered salute. Her "r's" were so soft as to be nonexistant. The man was a mountain and quite the looker to boot.

Kiara had gorgeous white and black hair and was too pretty to go to war. Together, the two of them were pale as snowflakes, and made Chloe's skin look downright tan by comparison. If the light struck the russian's hair wrong Chloe felt she could go bloody blind. A russian, an american, and a brit. Together those who had thus far introduced themselves were a microcosm of the allied nations.

"Cor, jazz, eh? Y'play an instrument, Kiara? Partial to violin meself." Chloe asked. For her part, Chloe was more invested in the classical or popular music. Still, good music was good music, even though her ear wasn't quite as attuned to the nuances of jazz as it was other genres she wouldn't pass up a chance to talk about the musical arts with anyone. Her interest, excitement, and knowledge on the subject was made apparent by the look on her face and gleam in her eye. As far as first impressions went, Chloe already liked Kiara. She could surmise that Tupolev would react the same no matter what she said, so she'd just have to wait and see on that front.

Another thought in the back of her mind was what kind of powers the two had. Did they have Stands like her? What did they look like? She was eager to find out. Personally, Chloe would reveal her stand powers to anyone who asked, and probably would do so herself when given the chance. Right now she wanted to learn more about her squadmates themselves. Trust was important! Plus, this trip would be way more boring if she didn't make any friends along the way.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

It was a red letter day. Finally, things were about to crack off. One of the good things about being funded by the Speedwagon foundation was that Chloe could wear whatever she wanted, instead of some stuffy, extra uniform. Something Chloe made sure to take full advantage of. A short black leather jacket with long sleeves over a white crop top was what Chloe usually preffered to wear. It showed off the tattoo of a japanese cherry blossom tree that rode up the left side of her midriff. Her long black hair was tied into a high ponytail that drifted lazily downward toward her shoulder blades. Skinny jeans that were riding fashionably low on her hips were tucked into black leather boots that came up just beneath her knees. The most important part of her look, though, was the permanent cheeky smirk on her face, as if she was in on some sort of joke everyone else missed. The face this grin was engraved upon was a mixed race one. Her skin was the lightest of browns, her chin was sharp and her nose was on the longer side, but her head was a little wide and her eyes were big and round. Quite literally a wide-eyed recruit, through her brightness seemed to come from a place of stubborness rather than naivete.

Listening to the General talk was important. Their mission was important. Medicine for the children and the soldiers, or the child soldiers if need be. Jerry was on the move and someone needed to teach him a lesson. Bellends thought they could take over the world, well, not on Chloe's watch! Chloe stood straight and respectfully, though every once in a while she would fidget, slacken, or relax. It would be easy to tell the young woman wouldn't last a month in boot camp, which, well, she didn't. Fortunately she found a different calling and still got the opportunity to bash some people who really deserved it. Nothing better than a well-deserved ass kicking. Usually a bird like herself would be stuck in some triage tent somewhere, the closest she ever got to battle would be the distant sounds of artillery shells. Even that was better than nothing for Chloe, though her bedside manner could probably use some help. Fortunately, she had a special talent not even the brickheads up high could ignore. A Stand, they called it. Chloe wasn't exactly sure of the specifics, but she had a magic imaginary friend that could beat the shit out of anyone she wanted. Not everyone had one, so Chloe counted herself lucky. She had always had it in some capacity, she was told, but it was only until a few years ago where her friend had started to make herself apparent to Chloe. Either way, using her friend felt as natural to Chloe as lifting a finger, breathing, blinking, and pub crawling. As in, second nature. Couldn't live without it.

Her hazel eyes did a once-over on the little plane they were supposed to ride in. Guess she wasn't going to be smoking on the way over, would have to keep the fags in her pocket. Would be rude to fill up the three feet space on the inside with ash.

"S'a bit small, innit." Chloe remarked, tipping her head toward the plane. Well, she'd rather not be stuck in the middle. A window seat would be preferable. The people around her were a curious bunch, and she was looking forward to getting to know them. Afterall, they were to be comrades. With a skip in her first step she began to make her way over to their ride. Opening the door she hopped inside and scooted all the way over to the far window seat, giving an encouraging pat to the empty space next to her.

"Well, doesn't matter. Name's Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka. Call me Anything you Want, but Chloe's easier to say." She introduced herself easily and confidently with a smile. Her voice had a hint of scratchyness to it, and it was lower than one would expect.till, it had somewhat of a singsong quality to it. Her London accent was also impossible to ignore, though there was another accent in there that was hard to identify, one that was just bubbling beneath the surface of her words. Pressing herself against the far window she stretched her left arm over the back of of the seat. She was looking forward to this. Fear and anxiety were present, but together they combined to make a kind of excitement. Plus, Chloe wasn't one who was easily spooked. Not a chance in Hell she would pass up an opportunity like this. They'd be drinking the finest Parisian wine in no time.

Ember Grove (supernatural genre)

this looks very cool! I did another RP like this once that stopped, so I'm eager to try again.

I'm either going to try and create the evilest evil vampire, or the nicest most best hunter. I'm feeling a very strongly opinionated character when it comes to this rp! im gonna hop on the discord now :)

The Gauntlet

yup. that's what i get for not using preview!

edit: and also clicking post and then going to another tab and not paying attention for like 20 minutes afterward. very smart

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oi oi oi, really fucked up the formatting on that one. all fixed now, though

The Gauntlet

De'kae, the Druid

De'kae noted that several potential allies had scattered to the sidelines in order to assist the woman with the big armor next to her. Hopefully that would pay off! The swordswoman did her best, but was caught up in the spider-beasts many legs. Fortunately, the druid elf's barrier protected the warrior enough to stave off the spider-beasts ravenous blows. The barrier exploded and seperated the two of them. As long as Saria didn't land on her neck, she should be healthy enough to jump right back into the fray! Someone tossed a spear into the beast, and that someone would pay for their effort. The monstrosity focused their efforts on the girl. Kay yelped in surprise as the thing shot out webs. She didn't expect that! A woman came to the archer's aid. She had a mirror, and looked like an adventurer.

Before the abomination could attempt to finish off the woman it had ensnared, Kay once again activated her Structure ability. Infront of Katelin a ten foot by fifteen foot green barrier appeared. Hopefully it would be enough to cease the spiders onslaught and give the archer enough time to escape. "Get outta there, quick!" Kay yelled, her voice full of fear and excitement. Her tattoos once again began to glow as she channeled the energy of the world through herself. Her large elven ears were vertical and scanning the room for any other threats. The druid elf was on high alert. Right now all she could do was support her allies the best she could. With one hand focused on the barrier, Kay used the other to fire a weak wayward blast of green energy toward the spider, in order to distract it away from the woman it had ensnared.

Natalia

Natalia's icy gaze scanned the duo that had approached her. The two of them looked like they had been plucked from a story book. A dwarven master of mechanics and some kind of suave potion seller. Curious. She truly had been transported to another world. Was this result on her research? In her attempts to pierce the veil and gaze into the abyss, had the abyss stared back? There would be more time to reflect on this later.

As the two approached, they would notice a dull blue-green glow emanating from the woman's chest. From underneath an obvious outline on her tanktop, a cylindrical glowing tube had been inserted directly into her chest and went out the otherside. It thrummed with energy. The light dulled and increased at the same frequency as a heartbeat. This was Natalia's energy reactor, and her artificial heart.

"The golem," Natalia said coolly, adopting the dwarves terminology, "has an activation switch on it's back. First, I need it to be flipped over. Then, I can crawl ontop of it and activate it." She said. Most likely the pair had already intuited that Natalia was incapable of walking. The dwarf seemed to be some kind of fantastical engineer. Most likely his devices were strong enough to get leverage on her Powered Armor and flip it over. Natalia spent most of her attention on Ariamis. She spared only a passing glance to Leon. Unless that man had some sort of hidden ability, she thought, most likely the dwarf was most suited to assisting her out of this predicament.

Natalia leaned over and got a glimpse at the action occuring behind them. Intense stuff. In this situation the most logical action would to be to assist her new allies in defeating the monster. In order to do so, her new allies would need to help her get into the golem. This excercise would most likely build trust between them all.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie nodded. "Thanks, Andy. See ya around," she said, giving a wave. She would have to call child protective service. No kid should be homeless like that. Sighing, she continued on her walk. Annie also payed some attention to the car across the street. Some guy was talking to a little girl, and the kid looked uncomfortable. Narrowing her eyes Annabelle decided she would take a little detour. This was exactly the kind of thing she was worried around. She didn't want to be judgemental, but that guy did not look like that kids father, and that kid was all by herself on a school day.

So, better than safe than sorry. Doug didn't mind. Annabelle decided to cross the street to get closer to the car. Nobody minded a woman walking her dog. It was the perfect excuse to walk wherever she wanted. It took a bit of getting there, but eventually Annabelle was just outside of earshot of the girl and the person in the cars conversation. As Doug walked around Annie cast a "sneaky" wayward glance toward the conversation to see what was going on. There were some sick people out there. Maybe she was just paranoid because of the conversation she just had but homeless kids with no support are extremely vulnerable.