Zoey Boey

The Gauntlet

De'kae, the Druid

Kay smiled warily. "Well, it all worked out in the end." The elf said. She interlocked her fingers and lay her hands across her belly, staring up at the ceiling of the room they were just in, far, far above them. The water covered her legs and every once in a while lapped up to just beneath her shoulder blades. It felt nice, and natural, and De'kae was always comfortable in nature. She trusted it, and it trusted her.

She had figured the enthusiasm wasn't all there was to this woman, this Amberelle. The alchemist sat down next to her and went quieter, more worried. Her extroverted persona wasn't a fake, nor a facade, if Kay were to guess. But right now, perhaps she was playing into that part of herself a little more. Just to keep herself in high spirits. Kay thought she was alright at reading people but she tried not to judge or act on these guesses. They could be wrong, and she liked to be surprised.

Kay smiled sadly. "Unfortunately, Amberelle, I'm clueless. The only thing I can tell is that we are farther from my home then I have ever been. And I can only assume that we are just as far from your home, too. The greater, more...cosmic applications of the Life-Weld are unusable without the rituals and places of my people. Right now, it's greatest use is that of combat, though I'm pained to reduce it to such a base tool of violence."

After a moment she summoned the will to move. Sitting up with a grunt, she raised one knee and rested her elbow ontop of it, propping herself up with her other hand. She looked out across the lake. Perhaps it was artificial, but the water on the shore sang the same song as it did in Druid'ia.

She turned and blinked at the large doors Amberelle had mentioned.

"Exits and entrances are, at least in my experience, entirely based on perspective. One person's exit is another person's entrance." She commented. De'kae glanced back at Amberelle. The Druid Elf wiped some of the wet, black hair sticking to her own face. Color had slowly returned to her over the course of this conversation. Now she stood to her feet. The ravines carved out of her flesh and clothes had woven themselves together. There was a lightness, the scars were still there, but they would heal in time.

"Forgive the platitude. The others seem to be investigating the doors. Maybe I'm biased, but I'm going to ask those trees for answers." She pointed at the swamp trees she had just now noticed upon standing up. Stout stems, pink, pear shaped fruits that reached to the Earth, and a sweet smell. De'kae approached the tree and cupped one of the 'pears' in her hand, not plucking it from the branch but merely observing it.

"Metaphorically speaking, of course. Trees don't talk." She added good-naturedly. Then she quirked an eyebrow. "...I mean, they might, here." She laughed. "Who knows?" She reached out to a branch of the tree and sent a pulse of Life-Weld energy through it. It was to become attuned to the tree. On her home, this would allow her to know if the fruit it bore were poisonous, how long it had lived, whether it were planted here by mortal hands or guided here by the whims of nature, or the Mother Tree.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

ok i developed some kind of weird bizarro illness on thursday so i am sick with my head hurting

if it goes away i will get a post up

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie's parent's house

Annie frowned, scratching the back of her head. She recieved a letter this morning, didn't she? Something about her adopted parents? And now this? Should she even say anything? They'd probably think she was crazy, and Annie didn't want that. Maybe...Annie began to work her jaw, moving it from side to side, a nervous habit.

"Uh, yeah. Those are my parents. The one on the left is Mallory, and the other one's June." She smiled. "They're uh, they're at work right now. I also have to go back to school soon." She looped a finger into her ponytail and began to twirl it idly.

"Um..." Annebelle began to to tell them about the letter, and the strange thing the kidnapper did with his hands. But she trailed off. She probably didn't think what she thought she saw. There was simply no way it happened, a trick of the light, an illusion. The letter was a flukey, scammy coincidence, and nothing more. The police would find the kidnapper and Annie could put all this behind her and go back to school, being a normal kid with great parents.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

lemme know if there's anything i need to add or change, i just kind of went for it so we could move the fight along

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe grimaced and covered her ears as another bomb went off, almost blowing the Russian to smithereens. Chloe smiled apolgetically over at the Speedwagon Agent.

"Bloody hell! You alright there, Tupolev? That was close! We gotta get this bastard!" Chloe called out, hiding behind a rock. She levelled a beige colored arm towards a small cluster of buildings. "I saw it! They're shootin' at us from over there!" She glanced around.

"Well, I'm assumin' we're not about to let these Nazi bellends blow our whole operation, right? We gotta get 'em! And I've got a good way to close the gap!" There was no way Chloe was going to sit back and let her new friends get decimated. Wrapped around her shoulder was a leather holster, and riding on her back there was a classic british submachinegun- the Sten Gun. Simple, tube-like design with a magazine receptable on the left side of the gun. Unholstering the gun she held it between her hands, slammed the magazine inside and racked the slide. Determined but nervous eyes complemented her uneasy, toothy grin.

Fellow Stand Users would began to see yellow energy flick up the young woman's bare arms and legs until a glowing aura surrounded her form.

"Puttin' on the Ritz!" She called out to reassure herself of her convinctions.

Over Chloe's shoulder apparated a ghostly, porcelain, lanky, towering seven foot tall humanoid. It was all bright white skin with wood and brass apparel. A pair of luscious doll-like lips and a strong, pointed nose could be seen from underneath the polished wooden sallet helmet, striking green eyes shadowed within. It's oak crop top was connected to segmented mahagony trousers via four suspenders. Attatched to it's back- no, embedded in it's back was a record player, and from this record player two gramaphone horn tubes rose like snakes wher they embedded itself in the Stands shoulders and burst out the other side like brass exit wounds.

Chloe and the Stand turned to glanced at each other at the same time, their ponytails drifting in the wind.

"Disc 3, Side B. We need cover." Chloe nodded towards her truest self.

The Stand responded, moving it's too-long arms quickly to the apparatus embedded in it's skin and oak top. With expert precision, taking no more than a second, it swapped the disc in the record player with another one stored in a slot at the top of the player. As it moved, there was the soft, warm crackle of vinyl static, as if the entire thing was merely an illusion conjured forth by the sound of a vinyl disc.

"Okay, ladies, gentleman," She gestured to her compatriots. "Follow me lead, we'll be shovin' boots up Jerry's bum in no time." Chloe kept up a face of good humor, but her Stand's mouth was a line that quirked into itself on one side, as if someone was contemplating a difficult math problem. It's eyes were hidden underneath the helmet but one could assume it's painted on eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

With that, the record player began to spin, and the effects of a smoke grenade burst into life from the Stand. Chloe was now completely submerged in a thick grey fog that no sharpshooter could penetrate. Chloe moved into the middle of the group, standing out in the open. Anyone looking to fire upon the group wouldn't be able to see anything through the massive cloud. Chloe moved with a quickened crouch run, her Stand about ten feet to the left of her to maximise deployment range of the smoke so her allies could follow her.

"If anyone shoots at me...shoot them!" Chloe called out, a laugh entering her voice towards the end.

Canned Stand Description

Stand Description: Ritz is slick, sleek, and slender. It is all wood, brass, and porcelain. Mahogany and oak panels make up a majority of it's being, with brass rings, nails and studs keeping it together. Every once and a while there is a flash of Ritz's skin, which is white and as flawless as porcelain. The largest shows of skin are Ritz mouth and nose, with it's vibrant crimson lips, and it's midiff which is flat and unlined with the exception of it's navel. It's elbows and knees have wooden panels that extend outward six inches into the open air, triangular wooden halfpipes that deflect the wind. It's eyes are moslty covered but underneath it's wooden visor one will occasionally catch a glimpse of them. They are humanesque. They directly mingle with the porcelain face revealing that the porcelain skin is in fact Ritz' real skin. They have white iris' and green, pupiless eyes. Ritz wears a unique wooden helmet. It rises up above her head like a ramp that deflect the air away. Out of this hole, a brown ponytail lazily drifts. A hole at the base of the helmet emanates a constant cool breeze.

Mounted on each shoulder is a small brass gramophone horn, pointed forward. They are connected to a flat wooden box on Ritz back. This box is the base of a record player, with needle included. One the side of this box are four slits with a vinyl disc poking its edge out in each. There is one vinyl record on the player itself, ready to be played. This recorder box is built directly into Ritz' body.

Ritz wears wooden gauntlets that are studded with brass at the knuckes. Her arms are also slightly longer than they should be proportionally. It wears segmented wooden trousers ride up a few inches beneath Ritz belly button. They are connected with wiry suspenders to a slick wooden crop top that goes around the gramophones base to make room. Ritz is shiny, all of it's wood and brass are polished and reflective.

As Ritz moves, the sound of wood on wood, brass on brass can be heard from within her. Aswell as the sound of a vinyl record currently playing no sound, the warm static of analogue music, can be heard whenever she appears or disappears. This warm static sharpens and rises into a cracking crescendo whenever Ritz moves quickly. Ritz has no obvious personality of it's own. When left to it's own devices it mimicks a habit of it's user and quietly hums to herself. Whenever it speaks, it sounds as if it's being played on a record. Crackling, spotty, analogue and homely. Other than this voice filter, it's voice is that of Chloe's. When it does talk, it's porcelain mouth does open and there is a tongue and teeth inside, though they are also made of some kind of ceramic material.

The Crossroads (Multiverse-Style Battle Royale Crossover RP) (Unlimited Slots, Always Accepting!)

DIO

@ZAVAZggg

DIO noted the dry sarcasm and the desire to know more. How much would he love to explain his true powers to Dracula. How he longed to tell anyone! Only a few people, like Enyaba, knew the true power of DIO's Stand, that ineffectual wench with her disgusting pig of a son. Only she and DIO's one and only true confidant, Pucci. But someone like Dracula would understand completely. An equal. Never before had DIO met anyone with similar life experiences, as much as he loved the company of Pucci. But...unfortunately, DIO could not trust Dracula with that information. Moreover he could not trust the Crossroads. Anyone could be listening in with abilities unknown to DIO. However he could tell Dracula the power of a Stand, since DIO himself found the subject fascinating to pontificate on.

"A Stand is a manifestation of one's soul. A projection, if you will, of one's true self. They can take any form, though most commonly they are humanoid creatures of various shapes and sizes. In a way, it is what one truly looks like. The souls that inhabit the bodies we are given at birth are, with the power of a Stand, allowed to roam free and exert their desires upon the world.

For example, there was one young fellow I recruited to my cause named Noriaki Kakyoin. He was a quiet, reserved man, he felt like the world couldn't understand him, as if he had no true friends. He viewed his Stand, which was granted the name Hierophant Green by tarot cards, as more of an imaginary friend. But indeed, it was his Stand, his soul. It is a verdent green with yellow eyes, and it's skin appears to shimmer with water just under the surface.

It has the ability to spread it's limbs out like tentacles, damaging and maneuvering around the environment at will. It can even crawl inside people and possess their very bodies, bending their movements to it's whim. Finally, it has the ability to harden the water within itself into emerald like stones which it fires out of the palm of it's hand. He promised me no one could deflect it, but given how he was defeated soon thereafter, apparently that was untrue."

DIO leaned forward as he spoke, clearly passionate about the subject. "Do you see? Do you see how his life experiences shaped the powers he granted himself with a Stand? Fascinating, is it not? No one can choose the powers awakened within them, but when one does acquire a Stand it is as if you had it all along. Like discovering an extra limb, or sense. It was there the whole time, just out of view. Some of these connections with one's willpower and life story to the Stand are abstract or tenous at best. It is a power beyond total comprehension, for a Stand can be literally anything. It's wonderful. The possibilites are endless, but I know that my Stand is truly the most powerful Stand of all. No Stand can defeat it's power. While I would love to explain it to you in depth there are many factors preventing me from doing so." DIO took a sip of wine.

"And one more thing- only a Stand User can see a Stand, unless the power of the Stand states otherwise. My Stand would be entirely invisible to you, as if I possessed a potent form of telekinesis, when in fact it is my very soul manipulating the environment."

DIO smiled. "You might think me a liar, which I understand. I, DIO, did not know they existed until it was awakened within myself during a long meditation. But, allow me to show you a mere parlour trick compared to my Stand's true power."

The wine bottle in the middle of the table began to levitate. It moved over to Dracula's glass, the stopper was removed, and it refilled the wine infront of him. It was a telekinises of total control, the wine bottle did not shake or drift. It was as if it was being held in someone's hands.

"Perhaps one day you may see my Stand perform it's mighty abilities. But there are too many risks in divulging that information to you now, I hope you understand. My plan was to go our seperate ways after this little meeting. I have to acquire 100 tokens to leave the Crossroads within thirty days. If not, I will be mildly inconvenienced upon my return. A man with ambitions like myself has no shortage of enemies, you see." DIO explained.

Eltariel

@Lmpkio

There was a flash of blue light ontop of the tower. The elven woman opened her eyes with a gasp, holding her belly where the two holes previously were. Fortunately, they were gone. Color had returned to her face. Back to life again. There was a dragon creature, a massive behemoth of a beast. Where had it gone? The last thing she remembered was seeing it curl up next to her tower. Eltariel stood to her feet and glanced around. There, about fifty feet away, was the dimunitive corpse of her previous shell, a sight that always made her uncomfortable. An existential kind of dread began to well up that she usually chose to ignore.

But no sight of the beast. Eltariel leaned over the side and saw...a man? Dressed in scale-like clothes, not quite unlike her own, though his was certaunly more draconic in inspiration in comparison to her utilitarian design. Could he be...? Was that even possible? Could such a creature shrink down to the size of a normal person?

Either way, she would have to find out. The less people by her tower, the better.

Eltariel leapt off the side of the tower, falling the entire distance before rolling gracefully to a stop. Her swords were sheathed in her back once again and she crossed her arms. She wasn't sure what to make of him. Since this possibly could be the creature that saved her Tower, she owed him a great deal. Or, it could just be a strangely dressed man who stumbled out of the woods. But her instincts told her that the former was the case, considering he and the beast shared similar visual motifs.

"Hello?" She asked aloud. "Are you alright? Sorry to wake you, but you wouldn't have happened to see a giant lizard creature around here, would you?"

The Crossroads (Multiverse-Style Battle Royale Crossover RP) (Unlimited Slots, Always Accepting!)

Sorry!! I haven't been on discord or on this site much. i tend to just leave my laptop in sleep mode and plugged in. it's already 11PM. But, I will most certainly try my very hardest to get a post up tomorrow. early tomorrow, if i can

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Jamie Teale

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Jamie looked at the back of Scott's head and then nodded. After a moment she threw her hands in the air, frustrated. "Whatever! Guess I'll wait then." She plopped herself back down in a seat, her arm splayed across the table as she leaned far back, almost parallel to the table, drumming her fingers impatiently.

"If another wave of Vlhakians are coming we're already fuckin' dead. I don't know how they got so damn close without anyone knowing. Did that have to do with all this Robins-is-a-spy bullshit? Jesus Christ, how the hell are we supposed to protect this country with this infrastructure supporting us?" She ranted uselessly.

"Well, shit. Atleast Jackson's alive." She slapped the table. "I just hope we can actually get our shit in gear enough to actually counter attack before next Christmas. Currently not very confident in that at all."

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin [redux]

Clara Cabello and Alejandra Jonas

September 9th

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Clara squinted up at the sky from underneath her sunglass. The sky was too bright too look at normally, which is why it was good she had her sunglasses. AJ's eyes on the other hand, were two narrow lines of pure squintage, her eyebrows furrowed. AJ had given Clara her sunglasses back.

"You seriously don't have sunglasses?" Clara asked with a faux-accusatory tone. Her voice was a little too loud for the environment around her.

AJ squinted up at Clara. "No, I guess not." Clara rolled her eyes and snapped the orange tinted glasses off the bridge of her warm beige nose. Almost everything from her reddish hair, light brown skin, bright orange slightly cropped shirt right down to the deep brown of her eyeballs made Clara the epitome of warm color schemes. The only exception to this were her skinny jeans, which were blue, because she didn't where to get red jeans and her flattering color palette was probably unintentional. She just liked the color orange.

"Here."

"Oh no, I'm f-"

"Heeeeere." Clara said with a smirk, waggling the sunglasses between her fingers. AJ accepted them and put them on slowly. Where Clara was warm, AJ was cool, with her dark purple beanie and natural green coat that she had her hands perpetually stuffed into. The two were quite the complementary pair.

Now it was Clara's turn to squint and she did so. No amount of superpowers filted the light from sun any better. "Why do our eyes...like...why do I have to squint? Couldn't we evolve so where we don't have to squint?"

"Clara," AJ warned with a whisper. "No one else is talking this much. You're the one who said you were worried about standing out, right?"

"Tsh," Clara brushed a strand out of her eyes and lowered her voice. "I just didn't think this would take so long."

"We've been here for all of two minutes."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just antsy. Can't shake the feelin' I'm being watched."
"We've been over this, Clara."

"I got a gut feelin'. I don't get 'em often, AJ, but when I do, I tend to follow 'em." She said. Before AJ could speak, Clara interrupted her with an outstretched hand.

"Hey, sorry. I promised. I'm here for you." She reassured her sister.

AJ nodded, her eyes concealed by the reflection of Clara's face in the orange sunglasses. Clara rolled her neck from side to side and kicked at that same patch of grass growing inbetween the concrete. Suddenly, she tensed up, remembering something.

"You're an idiot: Do you even realize you could die? Just wait, the ambulance will be here any minute!"

Crack, splat, bang. Clara remembered pushing that kid jogger down the stairs. In the attack, with all the poison. It was an accident. Was she dead? She wasn't moving from what the thief remembered. Well, that's what she gets for sticking her nose in other people's business. She should of just taken her wallet back and ran. How many times did Clara say no cops? No ambulance? Too many times. It wasn't Clara's fault. Clara kicked at the grass again, a frown spreading on her face. Stupid kid. All Clara wanted was her wallet. But if the concussion didn't kill that jogger, than the poison gas would have.

She'd never killed anyone before.

The young thief flinched and turned rapidly away from AJ, almost spinning, as if someone had punched her in the nose and she was trying to play it cool like it didn't hurt.

"I'm fine. Shut up." She said.

"But I didn't-" AJ began, looking over concerned at her sister.

"I said shut up, AJ," Clara warned with a little smile at her own expense. "I'm just...I can't talk about it now. Not here, I-I'll explain later. " She'd fucked up people before. The most damage she'd ever done to someone was stab them with a pocket knife, but they would survive. Knives were scary and those guys had it coming. Plus, she only stabbed them a couple times to get them to run away. But this was different. That girl, stupid as she was, was only trying to help Clara and she died because of it.

"This whole event is a huge downer." Clara explained quietly.

AJ shrugged. "Pretty much. But that's the point. It's supposed to be cathartic."

"Right. Cathartic. Back in my day we just bottle up our emotions inside and never ever showed them to anyone." Clara complained ironically.

"You're only like, a year older than me." AJ retorted.

"Yeah, but I been on my own for way longer. You were...with your parents, or whatever." Her momentum hit a stop as she accidentally brought up AJ's dead parents. AJ grimaced a little, scratching at her purple beanie.

"No, yeah, I get it. Don't worry about it. It was funny." AJ was the one apologizing, strangely enough.

"So...is someone gonna talk? Osborn set this whole thing up, right?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure someone is going to talk. We're just waiting for everyone to show up."

"Okay. I'll wait, I guess."

AJ nodded, and smiled. She was happy that Clara was here. She could be a real asshole, but there was a reason they stuck together this long. AJ reached out and slowly held Clara's hand. The older sister blinked. AJ felt Clara squeeze her hand a little bit, and the unlikely pair stood in solidarity.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Alleyway of Eldra, Shalador

Dareen startled a little bit at the sudden weight on her shoulders but was relieved to see it was only Jandar. Strange to think how while before she only treated him with a basic amount of friendly apathy he was now someone she was looking forward to seeing. With all this bullshit that's been happening. She turned to look at him and then squinted, giving his body a quick onceover.

Ranina, whoever she was, was totally gone. Jandar was talking to Dareen in a silly outfit, the ex-mercenary broke character.

"I'm fine." She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "I just...there was this street kid I think might have noticed us. I gave a little chase but he slipped away. But enough about me, you look hurt Ja- ohan?" She cleared her throat, straightening her dress out and trying to go back to looking like Ranina. Almost saying Johan's real name was kind of a wake up call.

"What happened in there?" She said quietly, giving Jandar the side-eye. Then she saw Mikhail vanish out of the bookstore, and for a moment she was surprised before she realised he must have slipped in while she was distracted by the child. Dareen shook her head and held her wrist in her hand. "Sorry. You can tell me later. We'll focus on your cousin for now." She got the allegory quickly. Dareen tipped her head up and, like Mikhail suggested, tried to maintain what little remained of her disguise.