New Role-Playing Thread
Request granted! First item item of business: Decide what to play.
Date: October 7, 2012
Categories: Nonrandom Craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Wednesday, 24 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Request granted! First item item of business: Decide what to play.
Date: October 7, 2012
Categories: Nonrandom Craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Sorry to steal first post(?), but what do you do here.( cake you iPhone screen!)
It’s kind of what it sounds like. Musers who are interested create a story outline, make characters, and we take turns “writing” the story.
hmm… maybe a pie war slas pink apocolypse!
like maybe pink bunnies are attacking us with pies and we start a pie war over them!
but i made the last idea
*slash
I’ve been suggesting possibly having a new Superhero RPG, more comic-booky and without the Mary Sue elements of the previous one, but I’m worried I’ll be too busy with schoolwork for any kind of RPing for a while.
okay i guess i will post on here because no one else is…
so this i guess… will be a mix, of pink bunnies and a pie war… (unsureness) so here is (supposing) the first story of this new RPG thread… if this gets popular that is.
friend discription: Venus: White wings, white hair, white dress, white boots. looks human exept for the fact she has blue skin. has slight accent (to a human sounds Chinese)
Dynamic: a griffon. brown wings. half Hawk half Cougar.
ok 3… 2… 1… story;
me and my friends Venus the alien and Dynamic the griffon were finishing the touches on my castle. it was a little worn. wear and tear here and there from the pie war. but the WaterClan flag is new. and we have a new team! Team Fish! sounds appropriate! “what do we do though?” Venus asked me “no wars anymore! what is the use of this castle?” “Let’s blow it up!” Dynamic chirped in, his usual self. “we can take the parts and build something else!”
“Like what?” Venus stared at him.
“hmm…” Dynamic looked thoughtful for a moment “a statue of me?” he replied
i turned around to whack his paw playfully.
just then i heard a noise and looked up. Venus and Dynamic turned around too, “DODGE!” i shouted. a blueberry pie with cherries whooshed passed us as Venus reached out her arm, cought it, and flipped it around. Dynamic batted it with his wing and sent it flying back to where it came from. i hit it with my tail on the way to be sure it went far. down below i saw…
“Hide!” Dynamic said! “A pink bunny invasion!”
“yes but where did that pie come from?” said Venus “what do the pink bunnies want?”
“i don’t know” i said “but here comes another one!”
another pie came back at us! Dynamic and Venus dodged but i didn’t
another pie came and as i dodged the first one the other one hit me.
the frozen pie hit my nose with a zot of pain. i lost my flight balance and fell. Dynamic cought me and i wiped the pie crust off of my face.
we all ran inside the repaired castle. and grabbed our Whipped Crem Blasters (WCB) and looked out of the windows and shot at the pink bunnies. they were right underneath us by now. i hit one of them. but his buddy shot at me wit a pink pie! i cought it. and threw it back. i almost hit one but it got out of the way. i saw more coming! a whole tank of them! my whipped cream supply was low. Dynamic’s was already out and he just resorted to trying to catch their pies and throw back at them. Venus had gone back to the storage room to find more. my whipped cream blaster was just about done when Venus came back carrying some gallon jars of whipped cream. i reloaded mine and dynamic loaded his. Venus just went to get some milk. she came back with it and dumped the whole gallon on top of them! she wiped out three with that. Dynamic had hit two of them and i was aiming at one of the oncoming battalions.
boy i hope we get reinforcements soon! bloggers, where are you?
Catwings, I know you’re excited, but maybe you could wait until everyone agrees on an idea before you start?
Kai-I like the sound of that. I have a superhero character I’ve been itching to try out.
yeah. mleh
sorry guys. i just had an idea i liked
okay vote counter:
Super Hero Dudes: 2
Pie War: 0
Bunny Apocalypse: 0
Pink Pie War: 1
I think I would be up for a superhero RPG. The last one seemed really great!
Also I could be the same character as last time… Because I really liked the idea.
i believe it’s unatimus!
i guess everyone likes the comic book-y idea
So…plot ideas, anyone?
I think it would be best if someone just leapt right in and wrote an introduction! I was going to write one this morning, but I had class then and I do again now. Any volunteers?
((Okay, here goes nothing.))
Now would be the perfect time for a catchphrase, Roxxy thought. But the only words swimming to the front of her mind were certain four-letter ones that would probably not go over well with the police officers who were parents in the crowd. She glared around at them, still holding the robber by the throat. One got out a microphone. “Miss, put the man down!” he shouted at her.
She raised an eyebrow at them. “Seriously?” she said, throwing her voice into the megaphone. The police officers covered their ears. “I just did, like, sixty percent of your job. But if you insist…” She reached into her back pocket and touched the cellphone residing there. Her entire body glowed blue for a moment, then vanished, leaving the crook and the phone to drop to the ground. Her improvised mask and costume vanished as well, having been nothing more than a stream of zeroes and ones to begin with.
For now, Roxxy was safe.
She yawned and stretched, narrowly avoiding an envelope flying past her. There were only a few computers around the street she had been on, as far as she could tell. She walked over to one of them, an old boxy dinosaur, and tapped lightly on the inside glass to wake it up. It looked like no one was home. Pressing her palm against the glass, Roxxy squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the apartment she had seen through the computer.
A few seconds later she stood trying not to yawn again in the center of a dingy, sparsely furnished apartment. She strode over to the window and hopped out, sliding down the fire escape-and straight into someone, knocking them both down. “Hey!” she yelled, pressing a few fingers to her head to try and silence the pounding headache. “Watch it, bub!”
((Alright, so this is Roxxy, aka V1ru5-pronounced “virus”. A PTSD-having, sometimes-civilian-clothes-wearing, technology-controlling superhero. I imagine her to be a bit like Spider-Man: she’s trying to do good, but the newspapers are painting her as a villain/nuisance.))
((That was very good, I’m interested in this character now.))
Sounds flammy. I love the new gravatar!
((Hmmmm… I’ve been thinking this over all day… I think I’d like to be Delta V again. I like her origin as an assistant to a famous inventor who was mutated in a lab accident. Maybe, to give her a long-term goal, the inventor was kidnapped by some villain who wanted to force him to build weapons and she’s trying to find and rescue him?))
((That sounds like a good plan.))
((Just realized my syntax was ambiguous there– she’s the one who was mutated in the accident, not the inventor…)
((It’s fine. I figured that out after reading it a few more times.))
((So…is someone else going to post? Kinda lonely over here…))
((It’s midterm season, things might be a little slow until next week or so.))
((Ah. Thank you Kai.))
(( Why is everyone doing all these double parentheses?))
((Double parentheses mean anything not part of the story itself. For example, business related to our playing of the game.))
iwill be myself. water controlling, cat with icy blue flames and wings.
i just get done building my spaceship. me and my friend Venus set out and fly through the sky! suddenly i se. an enemy spaceship!
will add more at home… library computer says i only have 6 minutes left for usage so bye!
((Hmmmm…. I’ve been wanting a new roleplay thread for a while. I’m not the greatest author, but I love roleplaying and reading, so I’m definitely going to join. But what to be… I’ve always fancied telekinesis as a power, but that’s certainly Mary Sue without some sort of balance.
So I guess I’ll be an old man without much physical strength, who relies on mostly his powers for mobility. I’ll think of a backstory later, I guess. I’ll try not to go overboard on the limits of the telekinetics, maybe 200 pounds as an upper limit
I’ve just made up a name now. Google comes with with a Japanese knife company and a Dragon Ball Z character I’ve never heard of, so I’ll go with it))
Korin stood in the crowd, watching the mysterious girl take the robber and vanish. He never really liked listening to the opinions of others, except in debate. As such, he ignored the public opinion of the police officers and determined for himself that the young girl was attempting to do good, in her own way.
“Bloody police” Korin thought grimly “I suppose some people don’t enjoy the art of thinking before acting.”
Still looking at the spot that the girl had disappeared from, Korin picked up his cane and began walking toward it. He had never really liked the word “cane” though, and avoided using it. No, Korin thought of his wooden walking aid as a staff, and shaped it to look the part. He carried an ornately carved staff filled with patterns, some of which had special meaning, and some not. At this point, the police officers had already gathered up the criminal, and one was beginning to pick up the cell phone that had dropped.
“I guess I better play the part then, if I want to do this right” Korin muttered to himself. He then walked up to the officer with the phone and gave her his best toothy grin.
“So wha’ did that guy do, anyway?” Korin asked, attempted to sound just less than a senile old man.
“Oh, well, it was quite odd” The officer responded, “He allegedly broke into a bookstore and took nothing but a leather bound book, an old one at that. We still haven’t found it”.
“Ah, well, I wish ya luck” Korin ended the conversation, then walked away, grasping the phone in his hand. The officer, had thought nothing of the conversation, continued on and put the bag of rocks she was holding into a pouch inside the police car.
((So my character is taking shape a little more. I’ll see where I go with him. I think this is going to be fun))
((This sounds like fun! I did miss Superheroes and Mary Sues after it sort of faded into inactivity.))
Cii (or, as she liked to introduce herself to others to seem relatively ordinary, “Camille”) jogged up the fire escape, trying to discover the thrill of conquering heights. A long mahogany-hued scarf adorned her neck and waved incessantly in the slight breeze, although the day was not cool. However, despite her white shirt and blue skirt, the scarf did not seem out of place. It was only two shades lighter than her hair.
She decided that climbing up stairs was fun, and accelerating, watched the street grow smaller beneath her feet. She turned around and continued backstepping upwards, grinning rather childishly as she counted the cars chugging by.
Then–wump.
“Hey! Watch it, bub!”
Cii squinted at the human girl clutching at her head and said the first thing she thought of: “I’m not a bub!”
((This girl is a demon. She has a backstory already but I’m not sure what abilities she has yet.)
I’m going to hop on the bandwagon so here goes:
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Brynn squinted at the harsh light of the noonday sun. It wasn’t really a nuisance, but it still hurt. At least it didn’t hurt like other pain she had endured. She was trying to finish this new origami bird that she had heard about on the internet, but it wasn’t really working out, and she knew it would eventually animate itself and come to life, and Brynn didn’t want this to happen in a park in a big city like this. So she decided to take it back to her home. As she walked through the doorway, she decided that it wasn’t really worth the trouble, and she began to turn her thoughts to the strange squirrel she saw in the park earlier today.
Roxxy glared up at the woman from where she remained on the ground. “Would you prefer dimwit?” she said, getting up slowly from the ground. The headache wasn’t going away, which was usually the earliest sign of an…episode.
She swore under her breath. The last time one of these overtook her she was unconscious in an alley for hours. And she woke up just in time to chase off that weird old hobo. Roxxy reached back to get the cell phone, and swore again when she remembered she had left it in the street and it was probably with the police now. A quick glance around revealed no technology of any kind, just red brick and windows. And that strange woman…
“Listen,” Roxxy said, wincing. “This may seem like an odd request, but do you have any tech on you? Cell phone, pager, anything? I need to borrow something and, ah, arrange for a ride home.” She didn’t look at the woman while she was talking, not directly anyway: eye contact at these times was not advisable.
((Yay people!))
((I suppose we’ll have to merge these plotlines into some sort of coherent plot, get the characters to meet, and all that stuff. I’ll see what I can do to track down LBK’s character))
Throughout a long and full life, with various jobs, one makes many connections. This was just as true for Korin, who knew many people who then again knew many people, so he could find just about anyone to do a job. In this case, Korin looked up an old coworker who specialized in electrical engineering and computer software. He was pleased to learn that this man still lived right around the corner, and so, after looking around a bit to make sure no one was watching, as he enjoyed his privacy, launched himself into the air, flying toward his destination.
“Ah! Korin! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Remarked the friend as Korin walked in.
“Markus!” Korin replied, “I need a favor.”
“Of course.” Markus told Korin, “What do you need?”
Korin then pulled out the cell phone he had snatched from the crime scene, “Could you tell me anything unusual about this phone? Anything that seems off with it?”
Markus, seemingly delighting in a challenge, took the phone, pulled out some cords and went to his computer. He plugged the phone into the computer and started searching. After about a half hour, he turned to Korin, who was sitting patiently.
“So… I found a few unusual things, actually” Markus began, “First of all, this phone has been sending data packets to other computers, most of which are not sound or text files, and are not to other phones. They seem to be, from what I can tell… Some sort of AI, but it’s so convoluted… This technology is beyond anything I’ve seen”
“Can you tell me where the last unusual packet was sent to?” Korin asked
“The address the computer’s IP is set to is…” Markus began, then tapped a few buttons, “Ah. 14 3rd street. It seems like an apartment building, with about 100 seperate rooms. I really can’t get much more specific than that.”
Korin, pleased that he had made progress, thanked Markus and left, heading straight for the apartment he was told of.
Cii amused noted that girl refused to make eye contact, allowing a small smirk to twitch on her lips. “Don’t worry, I don’t eat people.”
“What?! I asked–”
The twitch grew into a full grin. Cii reached into a deep pocket on the side of her skirt and pulled out a small battery-operated toy of something that appeared to be a white turtle–one of those stuffed animals which made noises when turned on and squeezed. The tiny turtlelike blob looked rather pathetic, lifted by some bronze-colored fingernails. “This is as technological as I get, but you’re free to borrow it as long as I get him back safely. By the way, I’m Camille.”
((*amusedly
A few hours after posting I realize that my first sentence was really ambiguous. I meant to word it so that Cii was half-smirking, not Roxxy. :oops:))
Roxxy took the stuffed turtle, unsmiling. Even though the joke had been good, this headache was killing her sense of humor. She turned the turtle over in her hands, searching for a microchip, even a primitive one. But there was only a speaker and some batteries. “I needed something a bit more advanced,” she said, handing the turtle back to the woman. “Something with a microchip. But thanks anyway. Guess I’ll just call a cab.”
She attempted to limp over to the street, but the pain made her slide down the wall halfway there. It was spreading quicker than usual: it had been speeding up the past few episodes. “On second thought,” she mumbled, “maybe I’ll just wait it out here.”
((Bleh. Short post is kinda short.))
((I don’t have much time now, and I’ll probably let someone else post before I post again, but question: What is going to be the norm regarding power-playing? How should we do that?))
While pondering the albino squirrel she had sighted not much earlier in the day, Brynn turned her attention to the two figures on the fire escape outside her building. One she was almost positive she had seen on the news once or twice, and the other was wearing a mahogany colored scarf around her neck. They both looked younger than her by about 15 years or so, and Brynn wondered what they were doing out there. The girl she had saw on the news about a month earlier appeared to be in a conversation with Scarf Girl. She saw Scarf Girl pass the other one something that looked a bit like the squirrel she saw, but the blob looked vaugly like a turtle. Brynn got up and moved closer to the window. With a bit of struggle (it was an old window) she forced it open and said ” What are you doing on the fire escape? It’s cold out already!”
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((So my character is a 35- 40 year old woman who lives alone and has an very taxing but awesome power, but it gets in the way of everyday life, and is more a nuisance than a power.))
Cii turned her head. At the moment she did so, an old window was busted open and a lady’s head popped out.
â€What are you doing on the fire escape? It’s cold out already!â€
“The weather’s fine!” Cii grinned, throwing her arms up to display that she felt just fine in a t-shirt. “It’s nice weather. Although my friend here doesn’t look so fine.”
The girl Cii had been talking with was rather clutching her head and didn’t seem so pleased to be referred to as Cii’s friend. While the lady looked over at the girl, Cii quietly slipped the little turtle back into her pocket.
((For the record, since it has been unclear, Cii is 22. She doesn’t act very mature, though.))
At last, Korin reached the correct apartment. He was just about to knock on the door when he heard yelling coming from the side of the building. Quickly, he ran around the building, using his powers to bolster his speed, which was very slow in normal situations.
When Korin reached the edge of the building, he looked up to see two young girls on the fire escape with an older woman leaning out of the window yelling at them. He was about to walk away when he looked closer, and realized that one of the girls was the same girl from before, the one at the crime scene.
“Hey!” Korin called out in a self assured voice, “You forgot something”
He then threw the phone up into the air, and used his power to make it float right in front of the girl for a split second, then made it drop into her lap. He then launched himself into the air and landed next to Cii on the fire escape.
“What’s wrong with her?” Korin asked.
As Brynn was struggling to squeeze the window shut, she glimpsed an old man yelling at the girls from the next building over. She opened the window more to hear what he was saying:
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“-u forgot something?
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Then the man threw the phone into the air, but it did not follow a normal trajectory. Instead, when the cell phone , ( or what looked like one) was just starting to fall, it continued to where the other girl, (Was it Foxy or something? Brynn wasn’t sure. ) was standing. Then it finally fell at her feet. Hr eyes widened in surprise, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood straight vertical.
“Did you really just do that”
Brynn was in for even more of a shock when the old man levitated himself out of the other balcony and landed next to Scarf Girl.
((Oops. Meant for a question mark at the end.))
Roxxy picked up the phone and pocketed it. “I’m not your friend,” she snapped at Scarf Girl. “In fact, I would consider you barely above Suspicious Person.” She looked down at the thrower, an old man with an ornately-carved cane. “Thanks, I suppose,” she said to him. Pressing a few fingers to her temples alleviated the pain enough to form semi-coherent sentences. “I’m fine. It’s just a computer virus. My firewalls will take care of it. And if they don’t, there’s the advanced AntiVirus program…though I’m not even sure if that works anymore…”
God, I hope it won’t come to that, Roxxy thought. The full realization of her situation hit her like a train. Here she was, on an alleyway fire escape in a city. Her strength was quickly trickling away, she would be out cold in only a few minutes, and she was surrounded by strangers. True, the older gentleman had returned her phone and seemed nice enough, but he would probably be no match if Scarf Girl decided to try something once Roxxy was unconscious.
And now, if they had been paying attention, they knew she wasn’t human.
((Dun-dun-DUN!
So yeah, this idea kind of popped into my head when Markus said Roxxy resembled some sort of AI while in cyberspace. So now she is an AI. In, uh, physical form. With a nasty computer virus to boot.))
((Have you got any specific notions about Markus, Prussia? Since I’ll be jumping in a bit late because of midterms, I wondered if it would be okay to have him work at the same lab as my character to give her a reason to be aware of the goings-on…))
((I think I’m the one that introduced Markus. Yeah, go ahead, that’s great idea.))
Korin looked down at the girl, who was clearly still in pain.
“A computer virus… In your head?” Korin asked, half rhetorically. He whistled a surprised note. “So what, you’re a computer? And you’re the AI… thing… that’s been traveling through the cell phone? That’s how you disapear? But how do you manifest physically?”
Korin asked his stream of questions, then fell silent as he realized that she was in no condition to answer them. He turned to look at the second girl and the woman in the window.
“Do either of you know her. Who is she?” Korin asked cautiously.
He eyed the two people warily, still unsure whether to trust them. Korin never did trust people when he met them. No, he liked to reserve judgment until he had seen them in a position where they did not know he was there. People can fool you when they know you’re watching, but observing someone when they think you are not watching is the only way to know someone in truth, without the facade.
((So… Anyone got any ideas as to how to advance the plot from here?))
((Wow. Lots of typos. I just realized that))
Cii happily watched as the interesting people gathered around her. Well, obviously the girl wasn’t human, the old man seemed telekinetic, and the lady didn’t feel quite regular either. Cii grinned widely.
“I don’t know who she is or what she is talking about, and she doesn’t know about me either!” She saw the apprehensive expression in the man’s face. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you either.”
The girl appeared close to losing consciousness, the two older people seemed concerned. Feeling the thrill of being close to some sort of new adventure made Cii hungry, and she licked her lips discreetly. Her neck throbbed a little, so she reached into her pocket and squeezed the little white turtle (which she had named “Duhblue” and keeps as a comfort object).
We won’t be bored anymore, Duhblue.
The turtle smiled in her mind.
((First we’ll have to do something about Roxxy, I think. We should probably decide whether we prefer one specific (group of?) antagonist(s) or a hodgepodge of whatever evildoers we come across. Since we probably all have some sort of backstory, we will either end up with a complex, twisted plot in which everyone is related in some way or another, or one that goes in many directions simultaneously.))
((As a sidenote, Cii never actually eats people.))
((Yeah, I was going to have her snappily explain to Korin that she’s not human and then pass out. So perhaps the others could take her somewhere and…yeah.))
((Also, if it would help, I have Roxxy’s backstory mostly figured out and could post it.))
((This looks interesting. May I join? Also, I don’t know if this would work, but would I be able to be a villain? All previous character creations of mine (with one exception) have all been good-guys, and I’m afraid of running out of ideas on that end.))
((I’m not 100% sure how that would work, but by all means, go for it! We need a good way to advance the as of yet vague plot))
“This is creeping me out. LEAVE. NOW.” Brynn exclaimed as she forced the window shut and sulked away. She wondered if she had made the right decision when she heard shuffling on the fire escape as her “guest” half-walked/half-ran down the creaky old fire escape. Brynn pondered over if she made the right decision. If people found out about what she could do, they’d make Brynn’s life miserable.Or kill her. So she must live away from society, be just another face in the crowd, and STAY HIDDEN.
But those strangers she saw earlier were different. Maybe like her. Brynn opened the window
((Here’s the character description: Dr. Jason Cole, a prison psychologist with the power of mind control. His cover is excellent – he is very well connected to the upper echelons of the police and is known for having a very high success rate in reforming criminals (or so it seems…). I haven’t totally figured out what his plans are. ))
Cole stood peering around the corner, watching as the newest societal menace was thrust into a cell. A petty thief, this one, who had been captured by a strange female, according to police gossip.
Hmm…I’ll need to speak to him later
The doctor continued onward to his office. A thin man in his mid-twenties stood outside the door, his jumpsuit casting an orange glow on the antiseptic white walls. A prison guard stood beside him.
“Ah, Mr. Tyler, right on time. Punctuality is certainly a virtue. Do come in.”
Cole ushered the prisoner inside, directing him to the leather recliner on the right hand side of the room.
“Now then, Jeff Tyler. You will be happy to know that you will be released tomorrow morning, your reformation having been qualified an absolute success.” The man nodded.
“All of the credit goes to you, doc.”
“Thank you, Jeff. But the truth is that the client must have a strong desire to change his mind.†Cole looked straight into Jeff’s eyes as he spoke the last three words. Jeff’s face went blank, his eyes glazing over.
“Very good. Now, you know what your directive is. Do not fail me, or you will suffer painful consequences. As always, the code word is MIND. Upon awakening, you will have no conscious memory of these instructions, but you will fulfill them.†He snapped his fingers and the blank look vanished from Jeff’s face.
“You have some papers for me?†asked Jeff, continuing the conversation as if there had been no break. In his mind, there had never been one.
“Here you are – signed and sealed,†said Cole, handing the folder over with a friendly smile. “Remember to keep out of trouble – I don’t want to see you back here in that jumpsuit.â€
Rather, I should like to see you here again wearing navy blue
The headache was worsening. Roxxy didn’t know that was possible. She struggled to form a few more coherent insults. “No, I’m not human old man,” she yelled down. “And stop asking stupid questions! I’ve never seen any of these people before in my life.” She paused, then managed to add with a smirk, “Which has been a heck of a lot longer than you think.”
She glared at the scarf girl who was grinning widely, snapping at her not to try eating her or she would end up with a mouth full of plastic and wires, then winced when the window was reopened. “Make up your mind already!” she growled. “Close the window or leave it open! Dumb girl…” She shook her head and mumbled something under her breath.
All at once, her eyes became unfocused and her arms dropped to her sides. Her head tilted to one side and she blinked. “If you’ll excuse me,” she mumbled. “I think I’ll pass out now.” And that’s exactly what she did, slipping away into darkness.
As Brynn opened the window, she saw “Foxy” suddenly scream a few insults (some directed at her), then pass out.
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” If she’s left laying down right outside my apartment, the police will think I’m a criminal or something. We can’t just leave her here.” she remarked.
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She looked at Scarf Girl expectantly. Then the old man on the other building.
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“Maybe you should come over here. Apartment 105.”
Brynn paused, unsure if Old Guy and Scarf Girl would trust her. There was something “off” about them. Then again, there was something “off” about her too.
Korin paused for a moment as he saw the woman pausing.
“Well” He thought, considering, “The girl does need a place to stay. I guess I’ll bring her in”
Korin felt a jump of excitement as he realized he was having one of his first real adventures in a fairly long time. Excited at the prospect ahead of him, and looking forward to the challenge, he picked up the girl with his mind then settled her into his arms, still lifting with his mind, but acting as if carrying her so as to not attract attention.
Still carrying the girl, he lowered himself down the fire escape, not bothering to look if the other girl was clambering down beside him. She either would or she wouldn’t. He doubted that there was anything he could say to convince her differently.
Entering the apartment, he pulled the door handle on the opposite side to open the locked doors, then walked to room 105 and knocked, not wanting to give a bad impression.
Cii’s neck suddenly stung, just for a moment. She could feel the excitement emanating from the man now carrying the not-human girl, and this made her hungry. She grasped at Duhblue and tried to repress that hunger; her grin did not flicker at all.
She followed the duo with her eyes for a while, debating with herself whether she should go with them. At last she slid down the rail of the fire escape and headed the way they went.
((Koko, I’m going to run with something you mentioned in your first post – how the thief had stolen an old book, currently unnamed.))
At two o’clock a guard knocked on his office door.
“I’m here with the young man booked earlier this morning, Doctor Cole. A petty thief. Shall I send him in?”
“Yes, Barnes. Thank you.”
A few seconds later a figure in an orange jumpsuit entered. He was about thirty, pale, with bleached hair and a five o’clock shadow. He sat down on the edge of the recliner, looking sullen.
“Peter Matthews, is it not?” asked Cole as the guard left.
“Yes,” Peter replied, looking more wary now that the guard was gone.
“Arrested, I believe, for stealing a book. A very old book.” Peter began to wring his hands nervously.
“What do you know of it? How do you know of it?”
“Oh, Peter, I’ve known about that book for quite a while now. How difficult it has been, trying to get my hands on it. Difficult, at least, until I found you.”
“B-but I’ve never seen you before. How could I? I’ve never been to jail.” Peter’s voice was scared and desperate. Cole grinned, the smile sending chills down Peter’s spine.
“But we have met. You wouldn’t remember – I make a point to keep my messengers consciously ignorant.” Cole rolled his chair closer. “But the subconscious, that’s a different matter all together. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t recognize me.” Haltingly, Peter looked up. Their eyes met.
“Hello, Peter” said Cole. The unfortunate man slumped back against the seat, his face blank.
“Now then…were you successful in secreting the book?”
“Yes,” replied Peter in a monotonous tone.
“Excellent. You have served your purpose well. I am erasing all memory of our conversation just now, as well as your memories of stealing that book. You are innocent. There was another man who did the crime and framed you. Once you leave this prison, you will have no memory of ever meeting me. But my control over you will always remain.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
Driving back home from work, Jason Cole stopped at a Starbucks, parking in an old lot behind the establishment. Casually walking through the alley that connected to the street in front of the store, he tugged at a brick four feet from the ground. It came out easily. Gently, he pulled the old book out of the space and replaced the brick. He rubbed away the dust from the gold embossed title before tucking the book away in an inner pocket of his coat.
‘With the knowledge contained in this book, my plan will soon be complete.’
((Okay…that’s as far as I’ve got. Any ideas/opinions on what this book should contain?))
I read that as, “Koko, I’m going to run you through with something you mentioned in your first post.” Confusion ensued.
((*cracks up* *rolls on floor laughing* Sorry about the unintentional confusion. ))
((That’s great. I’ll do another bit for my character tomorrow, hopefully – I’m really tired right now 10:35 where I live and I still have tons of homework which I am taking a break from
I’m a little late with this, I haven’t been on in awhile, but eh, whatever))
After a little debate with herself ( Brynn seemed to be doing this a lot lately.), she almost flew down the stairs out of fear for Foxy and the others being discovered. As Brynn was just getting down to the dimly lit lobby, she just saw Old Guy holding Foxy come through the door to the building. Scarf Girl was also tagging along, still with that hungry smile.
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“All you all right, sir?
Ugh. One of Brynn’s (exceedingly) chirpy neighbors, Ms. Baker, was just coming down the stairs. She pretended to be friends with Lisa, but she was just so nosy, Brynn viewed her more as a burden than as an equal.
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“No thanks, I’m good.”
Old Guy paused for a second to set Foxy down on a dilapidated couch moved to the sidelines.
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I missed you so much ! I’m glad you took time out of your schedule to visit me, Uncle-
“Korin” he replied.
“Thanks. I’m awful with names. I can’t leave you here, so let’s go upstairs to my apartment!” Brynn said, trying to radiate Lisa Baker-ness
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“Aren’t you supposed to help me clean out my kitchen today?” came a titter from Lisa Baker from over near the stairs.
Cake. Brynn hadn’t remembered that she planned to do this today!
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“Maybe tomorrow” came the nervous squeak of a reply.
” I’m going to go visit a friend in Iowa. Tomorrow. I need to do this now!”
Maybe later.
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I” I have guests that I haven’t seen in a long while, and I need to get them settled down. I could come over in twenty minutes.”
“Sure.”
((I promise I’ll join tomorrow… I’m sorry, schoolwork and other things keep getting in the way. But I really do have some good ideas…))
((So this is Amy Crossfield, aka Delta V. She’s an engineer who works at a big research institution in the city. About a year ago, she crashed while test-flying an experimental plasma-powered jetpack, and it mutated her. Now her body absorbs and stores solar energy that she can release to fly, shoot energy blasts, or create force fields. The accident was public, so her identity is, too. Her boss, Dr. Stefan Tobler, has an interesting backstory that will show up later. He’s based on a few different scientists, real and fictional.))
“Bank right.” Amy pushed the joystick to the right, causing the jets to fire accordingly, pushing the jetpack to the right.
“Now cut the engines and glide in for a landing.”
She brought the joystick to center and pressed the button on top twice with her thumb. The jets stopped firing. She squinted as she watched the colored dye sliding over the wing surface as the speed decreased.
“Good… good… perfect.”
A mechanical tone sounded and a light blinked on the control panel in front of Amy, indicating that the test was completed. She glanced one final time at the jetpack unit behind the glass, perched at the end of a robotic arm within the wind tunnel. Now she looked at the computer screen before it, examining the results of this test. They had made such progress since The Accident… she shivered slightly at the memory, then shook it off.
Another light flashed, this one on the intercom panel at the other end of the table. Amy slid over in her rolling chair to reach the panel and pressed the “Talk” button.
“Hello?”
“Amy, this is Markus, I’ve finished the guidance chip Steve wanted, you can come up to 327 to get it.” A man’s voice responded, from the speaker.
“Okay, Markus, I’ll be right up.” She released the button, grabbed up her bag, and headed for the door. The elevator would be busy this time of day, the stairs would be much quicker, Amy thought, walking down the hallway to reach the stairwell.
Especially if she did it her way.
Amy kicked off the floor, floating up the center well of the staircase, the ends of her labcoat flapping behind her. She reached the third floor in about a minute, and settled back to the concrete floor, opened up the stairwell door, and headed for room 327.
Amy scanned her keycard and fingerprint at the door to room 327, waiting a moment as the computer did its work.
“Identity confirmed: Hello, Amy Crossfield.” The computerized voice chirped, unlocking the door.
Before she could enter, an intent-looking old man came out through the door, nearly brushing against her.
“Oh, I beg your pardon, young lady.” He said, smiling.
Amy stepped out of the old man’s way and walked inside.
“Wow, you sure got here fast– did you fly?” Markus asked, greeting her.
“What can I say, we’ve been having such great weather and I had some energy to burn…” She replied, with a smile, as she looked around the laboratory. A large computer screen was displaying a map of the city, with an apartment building highlighted and its address displayed. “IP tracing? What’s that?”
“Just some work for an old friend, he found somebody’s cellphone and needed help in returning it to the owner.” Markus said, crossing to another table “The guidance chip’s over here.” He presented Amy with the chip, held in a protective plastic case, the sort used to protect camera memory cards.
“Great! I’ll take it down to Dr. Tobler right away!” She said.
Markus laughed “Shouldn’t have to tell you this, but make sure Steve stays safe with that jetpack project of yours– you know how he is, but it sure would be a shame for you folks to have another bad crash.”
“Duly noted.” Amy said.
She thought about Markus’ words as she headed back to the workshop on the fifth floor. He was always teasing her for still using Dr. Tobler’s last name and title, when everyone who knew him called him knew he was fine with informality… She just couldn’t help it, really. Even after all this time, she still thanked her lucky stars that she was able to work for THE Stefan “Steve” Tobler, one of the world’s most famous inventors.
Dr. Tobler was bent over one of the jetpack prototypes as Amy entered, focused intently on some tight work with a small screwdriver. Even in his old age, he still liked nothing better than to have his hands dirty handling tools and gears.
“Ah, Amy. How did the wind-tunnel test go?” He asked, looking up to see her come in. The florescent lighting overhead reflected off his bald head.
“Like a dream, Dr. Tobler. I’ve got the data right here–” She pulled a thumbdrive from her labcoat pocket and held it up “–and Markus finished the guidance chip.”
“Excellent, excellent. We are one step closer to bringing personal flight to the masses!” The old engineer said excitedly, his Swiss accent apparent.
A sudden flash of movement on one of the large lab screens caught Amy’s eye. Dr. Tobler liked to keep the news on, with the sound on low, as he worked, and the program seemed to be showing some sort of crime story. A young woman in an improvised costume stood in front of a brick wall, holding what appeared to be a robber by the throat. Police officers surrounded the woman, calling for her to release the man she had captured.
“Seriously? I just did, like, sixty percent of your job. But if you insist…†The young woman shouted back, and then disappeared in a blue flash.
“It appears we have a new superhero in this city…” Dr. Tobler commented, adjusting his glasses.
Amy noticed how he stared at the screen. Was he remembering something from his younger days? Did he miss the excitement? She wanted to ask, but always found it too awkward. It was enough that he had been willing to help her recover from her accident and learn to use her powers, enough that he’d helped her find training and guidance before making her debut as Delta V, enough that he was so supportive of the new generation of heroes in general…
The camera pulled away, showing a view from a police helicopter of the area where the woman had disappeared. Suddenly, something clicked in Amy’s mind.
“Oh!”
“Are you alright, Amy?”
“That’s… that’s the same street Markus traced the IP of e-mails sent by a phone a friend of his brought in just before I got there… probably a coincidence, though–”
“Probably. But with superhumans, one never knows what’s connected and what isn’t. One never knows…” Dr. Tobler repeated, glancing at the old framed newspapers that decorated one wall of the workshop. “No, one never knows.”
(( Any setting ideas? It could be a specific city. Or The Largest Metropolitan Area Near You. An imaginary city would also do… )
((If it’s an invented city, it can have whatever features we want, which I think is an advantage in a story like this. We need a subway, it has a subway, we need a major aquarium, it has a major aquarium, etc.))
((I like this idea. When I was posting the first post, I had NYC in my head, but I think an imaginary city would do just fine.))
(( I’m liking the imaginary city more now, but we need a name. Or it could be nameless. I was also thinking of NYC, mainly because it has a large population, and a lot of people have been there. Plus, New York has a lot of features.))
((Hmm… Imaginary but based on New York… Hudson City? Empire City?))
(( New Amsterdam? ))
((Question: How Evil Overlord have previous bad guys been?))
((In previous RPGs or earlier in this superhero universe?))
((In previous superhero RPGs. Sorry about the ambiguity.))
“Stumbles in”
what te heck am i doing here?
“Get’s Captured by enimies as soon as i speak”
HEEEEEELP!
((Dear Catwings, we’re not even sure what the enemy is doing or who they are (well, we have one villain, but further than that is ambiguous). Neither do we know the setting. If you should like to join us, perhaps start by crafting a character? ;)))
i told you! i will be a water-controlling cat with wings and icy blue flames.
no one like me =[
(( Go ahead. There are some rules here, I don’t know all of them, but I have browsed some of the older threads. My personal rule with all role-plays is you can be whoever you want, with minimal weigh in from the larger group. So you’re fine.))
((Keep in mind, though, that a cat with wings is rather conspicuous. You’d better have a darn good way of concealing yourself.))
((On the other hand, KaiYves’s character is a known superhero. She does have an alternate identity, however. ))
((Amy can sort of be considered similar to the members of the Fantastic Four just as Roxxy is considered to be similar to Spider-Man. A secret identity was never an option given the circumstances of the accident– there were reporters at the hospital when the doctors first saw she was mutated, etc.))
i can turn myself into a human anytime
((Okay, those are pretty decent powers, then. Having the non-human identity be the true one is a nice twist… kind of like old-school Martian Manhunter.))
((Do you carry human clothes in a cat knapsack?))
((She’s a magical creature, clothes are probably part of the transformation package.))
((Aha. Just thinking about the practicalities.))
Exactly.
and i have martial arts training! i am the blue ninja…
maybe that’s pushing it.
i don’t have many ideas because i just ate 4 pounds of hamburgers.
((You ate how many pounds of hamburgers!?))
(( I could not resist.))
(( like… three McDonalds hamburgers and a bag of friench fries))
((Okay, I know this is really annoying, but last night as I was falling asleep, I thought of a way to connect the actions of my villain to everyone else. This will require me to rewrite part of post 35. Many, many apologies. Here goes…))
At two o’clock a guard knocked on his office door.
“I’m here with the young man booked earlier this morning, Doctor Cole. A petty thief. Shall I send him in?â€
“Yes, Barnes. Thank you.â€
A few seconds later a figure in an orange jumpsuit entered. He was about thirty, pale, with bleached hair and a five o’clock shadow. He sat down on the edge of the recliner, looking sullen.
“Peter Matthews, is it not?†asked Cole as the guard left.
“Yes,†Peter replied, looking more wary now that the guard was gone.
“Arrested, I believe, for stealing a book. A very old book.†Peter began to wring his hands nervously.
“What do you know of it? How do you know of it?â€
“Oh, Peter, I’ve known about that book for quite a while now. How difficult it has been, trying to get my hands on it. Difficult, at least, until I found you.â€
“B-but I’ve never seen you before. How could I? I’ve never been to jail.†Peter’s voice was scared and desperate. Cole grinned, the smile sending chills down Peter’s spine.
“But we have met. You wouldn’t remember – I make a point to keep my messengers consciously ignorant.†Cole rolled his chair closer. “But the subconscious, that’s a different matter all together. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t recognize me.†Haltingly, Peter looked up. Their eyes met.
“Hello, Peter†said Cole. The unfortunate man slumped back against the seat, his face blank.
“Now then…were you successful in secreting the book?â€
“Yes,†replied Peter.
“And only after it was hidden you handed yourself over, correct?”
Peter fidgeted.
“Well, I had just finished hiding it when a girl in a blue mask entered the alley. She grabbed me and towed me away to the police. But I don’t think she saw where I hid the book…” Peter’s voice trailed off nervously. Cole frowned.
“And yet she may have. And she’s clearly a superhero, which complicates things. I am disappointed in you Peter. And that means punishment.”
“NO! Please, I beg of you – ” began Peter, but to no avail. He saw the Doctor’s eyes boring into his, and then the world became an endless sea of pain.
Good think my office is soundproof, thought Cole as he watched Peter writhe on the floor screaming.
“Enough,” Cole said after a minute, and Peter lay still on the floor, breathing heavily.
“Don’t be so careless again, Peter, unless you desire worse. Now, I am erasing all memory of our conversation just now, as well as your memories of stealing that book. You are innocent. There was another man who did the crime and framed you. Once you leave this prison, you will have no memory of ever meeting me. But my control over you will always remain.â€
* * * * * * * * * * *
Driving back home from work, Jason Cole stopped at a Starbucks, parking in an old lot behind the establishment. Casually walking through the alley that connected to the street in front of the store, he tugged at a brick four feet from the ground. It came out easily. Gently, he pulled the old book out of the space and replaced the brick. He breathed a sigh of relief and tucked the book away in an inner pocket of his coat.
“With the knowledge contained in this book, my plan will soon be complete,” Cole muttered to himself. “But first I must find that girl.”
((Thank you very much, GAPA, for correcting my italics error.))
((Hello? Is there anyone left? :())
((Waaah! we wished this place into existance and we should keep it there. even though i have been kind of busy lately trying to finish off my new Legend Of Zelda game for my DS. but when i am done i will be returning! Adios amigos (even though im Irish) will be talking to U later))
((I’m still here, but I don’t have much – make that any – time to post at the moment because I have tons of post-midterms homework.))
((Same.))
((For the purposes of the following post, I am going to presume, unless something else happens, that Roxxy is going to be unconscious for a while.))
After a leisurely supper, Dr. Cole retired to his home office to make an important phone call to the Senior Detective of the police department, a man by the name of Alexander Yates (who was also, conveniently, under Cole’s thumb).
“Hello, Yates? This is Jason Cole. I presume you saw the footage of today’s theft on the telly? I need to find that masked girl who caught the thief. Please trace her for me, but be discreet. Yes. Yes. Quite so. Thank you – call me when you’ve found her. Goodbye.”
((You presume correctly. She’s going to be offline for a few hours, at the very least.))
About an hour later, Cole’s phone rang. Cole leaned over to pick it up, grabbing a pen on the way.
“Hello, Yates.” Cole pulled a pad of paper on his desk and scribbled as Yates talked.
“Good work. And now you will forget it all.” Cole replaced the phone momentarily and then dialed. When the other end picked up, Cole said, “I’m coming in 10. Bring Jack and Lester,” and hung up. He stood and stretched so that his back cracked. He then donned his long black coat and a hat and headed out.
The night air was cool with a hint of sea spray. Cole walked briskly toward the more derelict side of town. After several blocks he came to a small pub. He walked quietly to the back entrance and knocked three times. A man in overalls answered the door.
“Mr. Bryne. The room on the right.”
“Thank you, Patch,” replied Cole with a short nod. He stepped inside and entered the first room on the right. It was small and dingy, with a heavily scratched table and a few chairs. Two of the chairs were already occupied.
“Jack, Lester, so nice to see you,” commented Cole as he entered. The two men jumped. “Who are you?” asked the one on the left.
“You may call me Mr. Bryne, Jack. Now, I am aware that you two are the best kidnapping duo of the underworld. I have a job for you.”
“And why should we take it?†asked Lester, his arms folded across his chest.
“Because you’ll want to. In fact, I think you’ll find it irresistible…†Cole felt the power building inside his head, that feeling that yearned to control whatever it touched. Cole focused his gaze and let the power spill out of his eyes.
Jack met Cole’s gaze and found that he could not look away. His eyes were locked on Cole’s grey ones, which seemed so large all of a sudden, the black pupils growing bigger and bigger. Jack wanted to scream in terror, but his body was limp and would not respond to him. As those silver eyes grew larger still, Jack found his mental resistance melting away, as if being absorbed by the black pupils. His mind now empty of thought, Jack lay like a ragdoll in his chair, gazing deeply into those big silver eyes as the last of his free will was swept away.
Cole swallowed a laugh at the sight of Jack and Lester, the underworld’s finest, reduced to senseless puppets. But of course, that was the whole idea.
“Now, Jack and Lester, here is your assignment. At 2 a.m. you will go to 14 3rd street, apartment D. There you will find a middle aged woman, an old man, and two girls, one wearing a scarf and another wearing a jean jacket. Kidnap the girl in the jean jacket and incapacitate everyone else, preferably with amnesic tranquilizer darts. I don’t want a trail of dead bodies. Once you have the girl, bring her to the loading dock of the city prison. I will meet you there. After depositing the girl you will come back to the pub and fall asleep. When you awaken in the morning, you will have no memory of the excursion or of me. But my control will always remain, with the trigger word “assignmentâ€. When I leave this room, you will come to yourselves.†Cole drained the cider that Patch had considerately served him and left the pub.