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- He/Him
Oh, god, no. But it's important to know where the peak of the mountain is!...As much as I appreciate TWI, I'm not sure pirateaba is a sane metric to compare to.
Project Prometheus (Original Setting Superhero Quest)
A Warden of The Seas! —ThaTrueRealmWalk (semi-canon)
ThaTrueRealmWalk
A blob of Galaxy, watching you through the Screen.
- Location
- Inside this TV
A Warden of The Seas!
Soundtrack: The Wellerman Sea Shanty (instrumental) - Algal the BardTen Kilometers off the coast of Marajo, Land of Leviathan's Rest
Upon a fair sea vessel, armed with an assortment of cannonry and stuffed to the gills with many a crew member, each of the crew rushed diligently to direct the ship along the charted path their beloved captain had set.
One such soul, sat in the crows nest of the Kraken's Foil, gazed out into the waters with a deceptively normal spyglass, seeking out something within the waves of the mother ocean below.
With a twitch of their eye, Junior Seaman Markus snapped their attention towards a portion of the calm waves that surrounded the vessel, squinting as they rotated a segment on the tool in front of their open eye-
With shock, the new recruit to the Kraken's Foil's staff turned on a dime, rushing to open the hatch below and clabber down the main mast of the sea faring vessel.
Reaching near the bottom, with an inhaling of their lungs, Markus screamed with all of his might over the ruckus of the rest of the crew.
"CAPTAIN!!!"
Near the helm of the vessel, a large individual perked up at the call, stepping away from his helmsman to look down at the deck below.
Boot sat on the edge of the raised surface, the soul who searched the deck for the member of his crew who called for his attention was older in the years, head clear of hat nor hair as aged sun kissed skin glistened in the fiery ball's rays.
Their body muscular, their form pressing against the open blue captain's vest draped upon their body. Golden plating, reflecting shining light, sat etched upon the coat, sat upon the captain's shoulders, scratches and blemishes to show their scars in the many voyages the elder man had taken.
His pecks pressed out from the basic white under shirt that laid beneath the captain's coat. Beige shorts sat wrapped around their waist, several tools to aid them in their trade connected to their belt shadowed by the great vest they wore.
His boots, deep brown in color, pressed down on the wood of his vessel, shaking the harpoon gun connected by strap, resting on the seafarer's back for the next skirmish with the monsters of the deep.
Eyes locking onto the young soul who called for him, a scowl appeared on their aged bearded face.
"Aye, ain't it the greenblood. Why do you call me when you should be up top within the crows nest, searching for our next hunt to pay back for trashing last night's dinner?"
"It's just that cap'tin, a bloody Behemoth is off the starboard side, about fifty clicks out. Looks like the last bloody thing we hunted too. Second Mate Joanna's theory of their being hive out in sea of the things may be true."
The Kraken's Foil's Captain hummed, slotting away the young seaman's words, "Aye, as the beasty noticed us then laddie?"
"No Cap'tin, the monster seems to be as blind as a bloody bad. Last I checked it danced along the waves as if it was in a playground."
The Captain patted the smaller man on the back, despite him being of average height, forcing Markus to let out a breath of air.
"Good work Markus, now head back up there and keep your eyes trained on the bastard. Oh and next time laddy, simply scream from the nest up above! I may be getting on in the years but these old ears are as sharp as ever!"
With words said and his balance regained, the fresh recruit rushed back to his post, following his captain's instructions without doubt and only sheer determination, the flower of trust in the Captain beginning to bloom in his chest like the rest of this band of beast hunters.
With a loud call, one strong enough to reach every listening ear on the deck above, the Captain made his announcement known to the men and women who placed their lives under his command.
"LADIES AND BASTARDS, READY THOSE BLOODY SAILS AND DISABLE THE MOTORS, WE'VE GOT GAME TO HUNT!"
With a roaring shout, the crew of the Kraken's Foil rushed to ready their fair vessel for a more stealthy means of traversal.
"Let's see if ye will lead us to your kin oh damnable beast," The Captain spoke, eyes trained out into the ocean towards the direction his crew had signaled, a beating in his heart arriving as the promise of a hunt sang in his ears.
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In a secluded section of the sea, across the horizon did a ship rise.
A large vessel, from sight alone one would wager was crafted from wood and bolts.
Its brown boards crashed against the mighty sea's waves, tailing its mark with endless patience and grit, almost losing the large, sea lion-like Behemoth as it swam along several times.
The crew worked meticulously upon the deck, securing luggage with ropes and tether and preparing for what was to come.
Cannons began to be rolled out from the vessels sides, poking further out of their ports, each cannoneer making sure their aim was flexible and true.
Gatling guns were set up to their lines of ammunition, chambers cleaned and checked for any cracks.
Up on the deck above an assortment of large harpoons were ready and loaded, yearning to reel in a catch.
In the floors below, as the lovingly named Kraken's Foil swayed and turned, in spite of its wooden appearance outside was spaces clean and modern, crew stationed to set to the armorer, donning on gear to aid in the depths and harpoons to pierce monster flesh.
At the bottom of the fair vessel sat a bay, the lower door ready to be opened at a moment's notice. Pilots for the two subsea combat vehicles loaded inside, along with crew to aid in their operation.
And all of this happened as the fair Captain looked out from above, letting the winds dance with his coattail, his grin wide and menacing, a seemingly old anchor sat to the elder's side, almost as tall as he.
Oh how he loved the look of an olde crew, just like it was in days of yore. His best mates, and more importantly his sub captains for his other vessels, all tended to push back when the old coot wanted to 'stylize' their weaponry and inventions more.
Oh how they made him crack up, such silly ideas. Making his favorite toy look like something else?
Bah! The old thing as been through thick 'nd thin, and how else should he send fear into the underwater beasties twisted hearts but with an anchor fit for a king's royal fleet!
"Captain!" His first mate called from his side, looking out to sea, "I've gotten word that our radar has picked up a nest! It seems Joanna was right, there really is a nest!"
The lad wore a trench coat like the captain liked to, yet colored red and black. His glasses thin and wired, reflecting light off of them that tended to hide his blue eyes. His red hair was something dyed, something the Captain had only allowed if he had kept some of the short strands his natural black. The belt he wore that kept his chalky grey britches high had clipped to them two revolvers, stylized to the shape of those flintlock pistols from decades ago, when the age of wooden vessels and pirates existed across the seas.
"Aye, have the beasts noticed us than Micheal? Those wee bastards may be the size of a man but a group of them may be a bit of trouble for this fair vessel."
Micheal looked at his Captain with an exasperated look, "Aye, only a little bit of trouble like you say… but no."
He turned his body around to face his Captain with sturdy facts, "It seems to be like the last one we fought, unresponsive to the waves currents and blind to our vessel. It and its nest should only react when we begin our opening salvo."
The good Captain tilted his head, "If they're like the last bastard, keep our men out of the seas if the fates permit. The wailing is a bit of an earache, so I'd rather them not become distracted with the hunt by a bit of pathetic screams."
Micheal sighed, "As you order Captain, yet maybe take these monsters a bit more seriously?"
"I'm giving them all they worry their worth my boy!" The Captain exclaimed, raising his hands and beginning to pace, "You and your fellow officers need to lighten up! It's not as if we fight the giant space squid itself."
"Yes Captain," Micheal monotonously said, knowing no sane words would get through his Captain's maddened mind.
"Oi! You two stop bumming around! It's time for a hunt, and I won't be giving you any free shots should you keep yapping!"
Micheal and the Captain both looked over to the stairs that lead to the deck below, the feminine yet primal voice marking the sound's owner far before she appeared.
The lass wore bandages across her darkened chest, her arms and belly exposed, the black tattoos on them, like dancing waves they looked, clear for all to see. The lass's skin, dark and freckled, contrasted against the beige lower shorts she wore, loose in all but her waist and where they ended around her tattooed calves. White bandages also wrapped around her hands and lower legs, the latter slowing into simple shoes fit for seafaring. The girl's hair was braided and compact into a single tail, its black color doing well to highlight her green eyes.
The cutlass on the woman's side swung as she walked up the stairs, giving her Captain and First Mate a demeaning look, "And this time if any of you dare to complain you didn't get any shot at these vermin, I will have your heads!"
"Aye, Joanna," The Captain spoke with hurt, "Is that anyway to speak to your beloved Captain?"
"It is you old fool!" She snapped back, "For you simply couldn't help commissioning another vessel! How am I going to have worthy people to duel if you keep taking them to other crews?!"
"Is the duels really what you're worried about?" Micheal asked tiredly, "Cause I really don't think the company will stay in the green with that purchase-"
"Bah! Green and profit! Who gives a damn when there are monsters to be slayed and civilians to save? But less about that you two," The Captain bellowed with mirth, "What took you so long in the radar room Joanna? You complain about us being unready for the hunt yet there you were, fucking around in that room instead of helping on deck."
"I was planning our hunt ancient goat! Optimal firing range and clearance is needed should our opening salvo work to cull the weak! I wish for only worthy opponents today!"
A crew member ran up from the deck, calling out and catching the upper officer's attention, "Captain, First and Second Mates! We're in position and set! Give us the word and the anchor will be lowered and we'll begin the opening assault!"
The Captain's eyes grew wide with glee, "Then lower the anchor and ready to fire! You all will fire on my call!"
Many of the crew on the deck gave a resounding "AYE!" in response, moving to man the weapons and spread the word.
The iconic vibration of the anchor lowering echoed throughout the ship's hull as it lowered into the sea and found purchase.
Looking out to the ocean, where the creatures no doubt swam in peace, beings that spat in the natural laws of their world, the Captain let a moment of silence fill the air…
Before raising and lowering his hand down in a chop, screaming "FIRE!"
It was the harpoon on the top deck which heard the call first, sending out their payloads into the air, tethered by long thin black ropes, sinking into the deep sea where their prey swam free.
Next came the cannons, locking onto the same spot and firing round orbs akin to cannon balls splashing into the depths, only to be followed seconds later by the flashing of blue lighting.
Harpoons began to reel in, bringing up to the surface the bodies of large mutated sea lions, each of them shaking and struggling, many of them limited by electricity shocking their systems.
Those that could move freely and harpooned attempted to claw at the objects in their flesh, yet the black ropes that kept the metal in place resistant to their attempts.
As harpoons reeled in and cannons reloaded, those Behemoths that escaped the harpoons rose to the surface and raced towards the ship.
The gatiling guns roared to life, sending soaring metal bits towards the charging beats, maiming a killing the rushing monsters in waves.
Down below, in the vehicle bay, the bottom gates opened and down dived two subs, both equipped with torpedoes and drills to take the fight to the sea, cutting off the monsters that sought to come at the vessel from below.
Still, even with that firepower, eventually the warped monsters found themselves at the side of the ship, to attack and damage its hull.
Yet as they clawed and scrapped, what seemed to be wood endured the onslaught, its substance a specially made alloy crafted to resist their powerful blows.
Crew leaded over the side of the vessel, aiming harpoons down and hitting true, piercing flesh and eyes, protecting the ship they stood upon.
Yet many had to duck and cover, the monsters beginning to shoot up waves of sonic energy towards the sky, attacks that could rupture a grown man's ears with a single strike.
Onwards the battle raged, all as the Captain looked out to sea. Where the monsters came began to turn a large whirlpool, out from its center rising what seemed to be the creator of these abominations.
Large claws and tails, its body ripped and mutated far beyond that of what a sea lion should seem, its mouth unhinged and sucking in air to its lungs, no doubt ready to scream fatally at his crew.
Yet no fear existed in the Captain's eyes, and instead with a motion he grabbed his trusty weapon, the anchor he had killed countless beasts with before.
Its body glowed blue, power from within growing far faster than the large Behemoth could giant its air.
With a swing, the Captain soared, through the air and right to the monsters throat-
And with a mighty swing!
He crashed it into the throat, and an impact saturated in blue echoed through the air, sending the monster tumbling into the waves!
As the Captain fell towards the ocean, marks- no Tattoos! Tattoos on his body began to glow a soft ocean blue, a feral grin crept onto his face as he dove into the depths below to chase after his prey.
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---Realm's Notes---
Hi! I made another character- this time less of a Recruit but more… Maybe a friend? But mostly because PIRATES!!!
I hope you all enjoy!
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- He/Him
oh god now we've got a Captain Ahab clone
ThaTrueRealmWalk
A blob of Galaxy, watching you through the Screen.
- Location
- Inside this TV
I was actually more inspired by Whitebeard from One Piece, though I can see where your coming from
Oh and depending on if this is considered Canon by Bitter or not, people are free to use this as a base for their own Omakes for people working in the Ocean Guard. And if someone adds in a character named Ishmael... well I wouldn't mind :3
Kermie
Surprisingly Not A Frog
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
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- He/She/They
MY COMPASS WAS SWALLOWED BY THE SEAAAAAAAA—
Ahem. Sorry about that. Great Omake, Realm!
- Location
- Florida
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- He/Him
Damn can't believe there's no hyper fucked up whales or gas powered harpoon trauma. :<
chickenbouillon
Will probably never finish a quest
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- He/Him
IM PIERCING THROUGH THE ROPE THAT STRANGLED YOU AND ME, LET US BE FREE!!!!!!!
Also, something I've been thinking of for a while: with regards to the DNA samples we got from Rakeem's cache, and how it raised a few questions, here's a DNA samples I'm imagining that were in there, but was unusable:
Name: Painkiller, Ashton McDowell
Keywords: Ally Enhancement, Mental Manipulation, Invulnerability
Faction: Independent
Potency: 4
Lady Leizi's Notes: Only occassionally a combatant, Painkiller primarily focused on acting in a medical capacity in the former NPO Omnihealth, which focused on providing healthcare to those who couldn't afford Horizons prices. What combat they saw was focused on either protecting the organisation from those who tried to harass them and gaining money to fund the organisations expenses. Their ability to nullify any physical or discomfort a person was suffering while granting a proportional amount of invulnerability, while awkward to use, was quite versatile, in their hands, aiding them in both saving and taking lives.
I must admit, the closure of Omnihealth just before the Movement inspires mixed feelings. Would Painkillers presence have made a difference? Or would they have ended up another statistic, depriving the world lf another hero? Either way they are by all accounts they are happy with their current work with MSF, where they no longer have to deal with the constant harassment from Horizons healthcare providers.
But above all, I wish Rakeem had obtained someone elses generic material.
Makes it seem less like Rakeem was a Time Lord, and more that he updated the stash whenever he got his mitts on an appropriate sample, just in case they died.
Name: Painkiller, Ashton McDowell
Keywords: Ally Enhancement, Mental Manipulation, Invulnerability
Faction: Independent
Potency: 4
Lady Leizi's Notes: Only occassionally a combatant, Painkiller primarily focused on acting in a medical capacity in the former NPO Omnihealth, which focused on providing healthcare to those who couldn't afford Horizons prices. What combat they saw was focused on either protecting the organisation from those who tried to harass them and gaining money to fund the organisations expenses. Their ability to nullify any physical or discomfort a person was suffering while granting a proportional amount of invulnerability, while awkward to use, was quite versatile, in their hands, aiding them in both saving and taking lives.
I must admit, the closure of Omnihealth just before the Movement inspires mixed feelings. Would Painkillers presence have made a difference? Or would they have ended up another statistic, depriving the world lf another hero? Either way they are by all accounts they are happy with their current work with MSF, where they no longer have to deal with the constant harassment from Horizons healthcare providers.
But above all, I wish Rakeem had obtained someone elses generic material.
Since their power worked off of pain/discomfort, not actual harm, it wasn't particularly straight-forward to use. A lethal but non-painful condition would grant little-to-no benefits, while immensely painful but otherwise harmless conditions would render a person nearly invulnerable to harm. And during surgeries, the increased durability could prove problematic. On the other hand, it could allow people to survive otherwise conditions long enough for treatment.
When hunting Behemoths, they would inflict carefully preplanned wounds, apply their power and then leave. Hours or even days later, they'd remove the effect and the Behemoth would collapse from either suddenly feeling the effects of the blood loss, or the fact that they hadn't gotten tired and thus hadn't slept in ages. Then if it's still alive, they'd move in and finish it off while it's weakened.
In an event like the Movement, they could have used things which cause pain to enhance the durability of other heroes, and allowed those suffering otherwise crippling or lethal wounds to continue fighting. Sort of like Lethal Anodynes drugs, only without any healing or addiction.
However, the NPO they were part of had faced years of harassment, both legal and illegal, from those who objected to free healthcare being provided in the city, and it finally reached a point where they just couldn't continue. A mere week before the Movement, Painkiller left Horizon, embittered.
Also, for those noting the usage of "they", they're gender-fluid and prefer "they/them" if being addressed in general, while their gender being used if during a specific period and known/while in the present. "They like going to Club Y on Thursdays" vs "She was at Club Y last Thursday" or "He's here in the Club today."
When hunting Behemoths, they would inflict carefully preplanned wounds, apply their power and then leave. Hours or even days later, they'd remove the effect and the Behemoth would collapse from either suddenly feeling the effects of the blood loss, or the fact that they hadn't gotten tired and thus hadn't slept in ages. Then if it's still alive, they'd move in and finish it off while it's weakened.
In an event like the Movement, they could have used things which cause pain to enhance the durability of other heroes, and allowed those suffering otherwise crippling or lethal wounds to continue fighting. Sort of like Lethal Anodynes drugs, only without any healing or addiction.
However, the NPO they were part of had faced years of harassment, both legal and illegal, from those who objected to free healthcare being provided in the city, and it finally reached a point where they just couldn't continue. A mere week before the Movement, Painkiller left Horizon, embittered.
Also, for those noting the usage of "they", they're gender-fluid and prefer "they/them" if being addressed in general, while their gender being used if during a specific period and known/while in the present. "They like going to Club Y on Thursdays" vs "She was at Club Y last Thursday" or "He's here in the Club today."
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Same, pretty much. It's why I try to maintain one update per week, even if my schedule makes consistency impossible. And holidays have messed things up.
Very fun! +1!
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
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- The other side of the mirror
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- He/His/Him
So immunity to death by way of receiving a million papercuts? That's...out of the box, to be sure. I like it, and that reminds me that I should actually get to throwing some characters into the shuffle.
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
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Well, holidays are exceptions. I wouldn't worry about it in your case.
ThaTrueRealmWalk
A blob of Galaxy, watching you through the Screen.
- Location
- Inside this TV
Thank you! And oh boy- people went and started yapping about Limbus due to it-
Um if it's okay to ask though, I do wonder what part made it semi-canon.
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I haven't fully fleshed out how the world shipping lanes have been affected by everything, so it's just in case I come up with something slightly different.
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The Foci Of A Tag: Mental Manipulation
Mental Manipulation appears in 5 sets we have so far: Eastwood, Wild Speaker, Solferina, Feth Faida and Nox.
Eastwood: Implants emotion or inflames it.
Wild Speaker: Boosts intelligence and enhances communication.
Solferina: Modifies mood via boosting or draining motivation/determination.
Feth Faida: Causes hallucinations and confusion.
Nox: Drains emotion as fuel for other powers.
(Might do this more with other tags, taking one, examining everyone with it to see how it might affect a set. Feel free to copy!)
Mental Manipulation appears in 5 sets we have so far: Eastwood, Wild Speaker, Solferina, Feth Faida and Nox.
Eastwood: Implants emotion or inflames it.
Wild Speaker: Boosts intelligence and enhances communication.
Solferina: Modifies mood via boosting or draining motivation/determination.
Feth Faida: Causes hallucinations and confusion.
Nox: Drains emotion as fuel for other powers.
(Might do this more with other tags, taking one, examining everyone with it to see how it might affect a set. Feel free to copy!)
Temes1066
To Defy Gravity you must Let It Go
- Location
- Coleraine
@Bitterman, I have a few questions:
- Did we ever bring up that the fact that our father killed our mother. when we where four?
- If we didn't might that have changed Uiara opinon on the matter?
You know I wonder when VG mentioned needing A Huge psychic siphon and spending a lot of time in it to enhance powers White Hawk sweated a bit.
Its pretty obvious that Horae Guard are the ones stealing from Leviathan. Hell White Hawk mentioned JU power but Horae Guard are weird too.
3 Fliers with Strong telepath , brute and Elemental powers are wack. That not even mentioning any other Horae guard up still in elysium.
I know there cover is that They took strong Metas up there but even with training theyr still strongber than they should be for being cooped up in soace doing nothing but guard duty.
Its pretty obvious that Horae Guard are the ones stealing from Leviathan. Hell White Hawk mentioned JU power but Horae Guard are weird too.
3 Fliers with Strong telepath , brute and Elemental powers are wack. That not even mentioning any other Horae guard up still in elysium.
I know there cover is that They took strong Metas up there but even with training theyr still strongber than they should be for being cooped up in soace doing nothing but guard duty.
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ThaTrueRealmWalk
A blob of Galaxy, watching you through the Screen.
- Location
- Inside this TV
... I just realized that I have no idea what a shipping lane is and why that effects the canonisty of my omake
Edit: I read through the article some more... apparently pirates still exist in today's age? I'm not sure about what I'm reading- I'm also not sure if I am allowed to link websites, I should recheck the site rules
Huh... interesting! I have learneded todayWikipedia said:
Edit: I read through the article some more... apparently pirates still exist in today's age? I'm not sure about what I'm reading- I'm also not sure if I am allowed to link websites, I should recheck the site rules
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Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
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Sorry if this has been asked or answered before, but was LL tapping her network to get more information on Monarch covered by getting to talk to Trilogy? Or would we have talked to them anyway, and we'll get more information on Monarch at the end of the turn?
Yes and us figuring out GDT was funding monarch. The Nat20 made us autopass and get the highest result in Spiderweb.
Necro Boogie Woogie — SolarGemX (canon)
SolarGemX
The Crystalized Sun
- Location
- Somewhere in the Cosmos
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- He/Him
Necro Boogie Woogie!
By Solar Gem X
The city of Horizon, one of the most metahuman dense cities in the world. This fine land is home to a huge variety of metahumans of all kinds of dispositions, from the Heroic Justic Unlimited, New Dawn, or Global Justice, To the Mercenary Powers to the malicious, like many of the villains that currently reside in the Nigh unbreakable Wonderland. Horizon is a city where some of the brightest and darkest metahumans in the world live. But we aren't here to talk about them. Like many would assume, since Horizon is probably the most Metahuman Dense location in the world, there would be a lot of Hero/Villain Metas running around, and I'm not talking about Vigilantes, but the everyday man. Those that don't have the insane levels of power like Radiant Silver Girl, Scarlet Maturity, Valiant Silver, etc… The great majority of the Metahumans in Horizon are more than happy to carry on their lives without getting involved with the Hero business, finding ways to use their powers in their daily lives. Be it entertainment, Gardening, Cooking; among others. Although there are the rare exceptions, some of the lower power metahumans do take more hero inclined job from time to time, just look at Hero for Hire, and Todays case is no different. Why don't we take a look over… there!
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Uni district, City of Horizon
Ah yes, the Uni district, one of the many sections that Compose the City of Horizon. There's quite a number of individuals that live in this section of the City. Most of them are normal everyday joes and janes, but today is a special day. You see, one of the individuals in this section is having a birthday. Let's see, a yes one Mariana Gonzalez, 16 years old, white skin, pink hair (Oh my someone is daring) and…Black make up. Huh, a proper bubblegum goth, although it seems she is very friendly at least, just has her own taste in fashion.
Anyway, Mariana's Birthday seems like a simple affair, there's the cake, the present, Plenty of food and games; pretty decent. But what the Birthday Girl doesn't expect is that her parents decided to splurge a little and hired a… unique individual in order to finish the birthday, an individual that is just about to start his fun.
Mariana: Hehehe, no way! You have to be kidding Jazmine, there is no way that really happen.
Jazmin: On my Mama's grave Mari! He took one look at the guy, and without braking eye contact, said "Bet". And Chugged it all in one sitting. He screamed Booyah and fell blackout drunk, we had to carry him all the way back to his house, all the while he was waxing poetically about everything he saw on the way, he even began to talk about a Silver Water fic that he found one day, which to be fair sounded awesome, but not exactly the best time. Especially since his girlfriend was not even 2 feet away from him, laughing her butt off. He is never going to lived that down, Wildest get together of my life.
Mariana: *Snort* I… oh… cant... breathe… HAHAHA. Ok… ok… *Inhale and Exhale* I'm good. Oh I need to bring that up next time I see him, he will totally try to make a story up to make himself look better.
Jazmine: Oh totally. Anyway we should go back to the party, I heard your folks have one last surprise for ya.
Mariana: Oh? That's a surprise. I thought everything was already given during the gift part of the party, what could they possibly…
That's when they heard a slow low beat emanating from all around them. The beat was low and rhythmic. Like a pair of… Maracas? As the music continued to play eventually the Birthday Girl, and her guest managed to pinpoint the origin of the sound. Over in a corner of expansive back yard stood a figure. About 5'8 in height and covered head to toe in what could only be described as a… interesting. A pair of shoes that seemed like the Hybrid between Dance Shoes and Boots, A rather Snazzy Black suit with white Vertical Stripes, Covered in what seemed like a Dark Purple Cloak, a pair of dark gloves with a purple skull covering them, A Skull mask whit as snow covering his face, and the most striking feature? A Giant Swaying Black Afro moving to frow to frow, to the individual's (A metahuman? Has to be, thought Mariana for but a moment) movement. And as all eyes fell on them… The Music Crescendo's. And everyone feels it in their Bones!
The feeling is small at first but as the music continues to flow all the Guest's can feel their Bodies begin to subconsciously move to an invisible beat. And whit a smile the Figure spoke.
???: Man I get invited to a party and what do I find? No music! What the heck amigos!? That's no way to have some fun, let ol' Necrodancer show you how its done. HIT IT!
And with the sudden change of the music as the las one began to fade, the guest started to feel the effects of the music once more begin to take control. As the beat began to truly take control, Mariana took one look at what was occurring and began to move, moving and dancing towards Necrodancer in accordance to the beat, A determined grin plastered in her face.
Necrodancer: Ayeeeeee! It seems the Birthday girl gets it! C'mon niña, Show me what you got!
As the two individuals began to battle fiercely in the field of dance, and as many others began to follow suit, only one thing was in the young Teenagers mind.
Mariana: Best. Birthday. EVER!
Author's Note: Soooo yeah, here's a little omake. From Yours's truly. And it's a DNA submission this time. Shocker I know, first time I done this, hopefully I've done this right. Obviously up to Bitterman Approval and Rework. Was mostly inspired by the pokemon Move Trick Room and a some Rhythm games.
Name: Necrodancer, Juan Benjamin Rodríguez
Keywords: Mental Manipulation, Ally Empowerment (Well technically), Energy Manipulation (?)
Faction: Independent
Potency: 1-5
Creator: SolarGemX
Ibis' Notes: ~Ah do you, oh do you, want to dance~, ~Oh do you, oh do you take the chance~ Bah! And here I thought that the Mr. Hunch Commercial was an earworm. I don't have time to waste precious brain space with jingles! There's Science to do, and I want to spend it with my daughter!
Ahem, Necrodancer was an independent that specialized in dancing services during various activities like birthdays and so. His power involved creating a purplish energy in his hand that he would then shoot upwards in order to create a "room" where his power would manifest. This "room", which would expand anywhere from 2-5 feet from the epicenter of the shot, had a unique effect that made anyone and anything within it follow an established "rule", that is to dance. Anybody inside the field would be force to shimmy, waltz or shake their bodies to the beat of whatever song Necrodancer was playing at the moment, which would emanated from all directions, but mostly from his own body, which made many assume he add the ability to amplify sound, or in this case music. Those that did not follow the beat would find their movement haltered, tumbling and sometimes even struggling to move at all. In fact even projectiles were affected by the "rooms" effect moving to the beat of the song as well, and somehow staying afloat for far longer than they had any right to, sometime dissipating once they came into contact with the "rooms" walls or if they were more potent, bouncing from them in a completely different direction. From what I can tell this little bit of information came to light when Necrodancer, was hired for a party with paintball as one of the activities, the child that ended up winning the event used the walls of the "Room" to bounce his shots in all directions, creating a grid of pellets that was extremely hard to dodge. You would think than ability like this would be useful, if unorthodox, for hero work, but anybody that was within the "room" would subconsciously know how to dance and maintain a constant beat, be it ally or enemy, making those that new what they were doing, potentially in a better situation than what they started on, and that's not counting the fact that anybody outside the "room" was unaffected, plus Some more potent Metahumans have been capable of ignoring or powering through the effects of Necrodancers Powers. It seems the independent met his end during the movement ensnaring several behemoth's in his power in order to hamper their movement's, but was eventually overwhelmed by the onslaught.
Keywords: Mental Manipulation, Ally Empowerment (Well technically), Energy Manipulation (?)
Faction: Independent
Potency: 1-5
Creator: SolarGemX
Ibis' Notes: ~Ah do you, oh do you, want to dance~, ~Oh do you, oh do you take the chance~ Bah! And here I thought that the Mr. Hunch Commercial was an earworm. I don't have time to waste precious brain space with jingles! There's Science to do, and I want to spend it with my daughter!
Ahem, Necrodancer was an independent that specialized in dancing services during various activities like birthdays and so. His power involved creating a purplish energy in his hand that he would then shoot upwards in order to create a "room" where his power would manifest. This "room", which would expand anywhere from 2-5 feet from the epicenter of the shot, had a unique effect that made anyone and anything within it follow an established "rule", that is to dance. Anybody inside the field would be force to shimmy, waltz or shake their bodies to the beat of whatever song Necrodancer was playing at the moment, which would emanated from all directions, but mostly from his own body, which made many assume he add the ability to amplify sound, or in this case music. Those that did not follow the beat would find their movement haltered, tumbling and sometimes even struggling to move at all. In fact even projectiles were affected by the "rooms" effect moving to the beat of the song as well, and somehow staying afloat for far longer than they had any right to, sometime dissipating once they came into contact with the "rooms" walls or if they were more potent, bouncing from them in a completely different direction. From what I can tell this little bit of information came to light when Necrodancer, was hired for a party with paintball as one of the activities, the child that ended up winning the event used the walls of the "Room" to bounce his shots in all directions, creating a grid of pellets that was extremely hard to dodge. You would think than ability like this would be useful, if unorthodox, for hero work, but anybody that was within the "room" would subconsciously know how to dance and maintain a constant beat, be it ally or enemy, making those that new what they were doing, potentially in a better situation than what they started on, and that's not counting the fact that anybody outside the "room" was unaffected, plus Some more potent Metahumans have been capable of ignoring or powering through the effects of Necrodancers Powers. It seems the independent met his end during the movement ensnaring several behemoth's in his power in order to hamper their movement's, but was eventually overwhelmed by the onslaught.
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1. LL did, though much later on.
2. It wouldn't have. Uiara's objection was less the killing—even she would have a hard time sympathizing with LL's Dad—but the cavalier way LL was treating taking life.
LL was specifically looking for the source of Monarch's funds. In Perdition, you put together they were coming from a shell company operated by the GDT.
I get that reference! +1!
Honestly Considering how useful our siccess on Spiderweb on Monarch was in that it help us bypass Magicals attempted deception.
It might be best to do a Spiderweb targeted on Enemeies related to a big mission we take in that turn.
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Right now, Le Petit Prince is the best bet since he's involved with Demon Flamez?