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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Feb 13, 2017 0:59:46 GMT -5
So Blue have any plots in mind or is it just do whatever rn?)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 1:02:57 GMT -5
Sure, just pop in wherever!
Atm there's Hero Tryouts going on for the Justice Patrol, and the villains are just sort of plotting amongst themselves rn. Ill let you know when we get past the tryouts ;^)
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Post by Silverfall on Feb 13, 2017 1:09:28 GMT -5
{Ok.}
Katherine was roaming around downtown, trying to figure out her new town. All the meanwhile, mulling over her new unexpected power and circumstances. Such as having villains running town more or less, just her luck to chose this town. For the most part she was completely moved into her new house, as to being settled in, well that was a whole other story. She looked around, hoping to see a coffee shop near. However in the midst of looking around, she became distracted by a small commotion with a woman being dragged to an allyway. However she quickly put a stop to that by using her speed to drag a surprised cop and leaving him with his arms out holding his gun at the mugger. This all happened in a matter of twenty or so seconds. She came to a stop where she had previously been standing, and continued on her way in front of a window. Of course.
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Post by Ace on Feb 13, 2017 1:42:09 GMT -5
Shafer Haywood York / 17 / Male / He's got dark skin and stereotypical black hair that reaches his waist. Constantly watery, almond-shaped, dark brown eyes that make it look like he could burst into tears at any given moment. Which he totally could. Plush lips, cute nose, chubby cheeks. 5'3" and mad about it. Boy's got curves, very androgynous. / Professional Sugarbaby™ /
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Post by venus on Feb 13, 2017 1:52:45 GMT -5
got my babs done :^)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 1:59:58 GMT -5
hey there!! welcome! mind tellin me if ur character is hero/villain/neutral/ or civ? i should really put that on the form tbh
GOOD im proud of u
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Post by Ace on Feb 13, 2017 2:02:21 GMT -5
oh yeah civ. he has no powers or talents or even like. a clue. y'know.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 2:06:30 GMT -5
omg poor boy, he's in for a trip
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Post by amberice on Feb 13, 2017 2:08:21 GMT -5
he can join lawrence in the powerless club)
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Post by Ace on Feb 13, 2017 2:13:20 GMT -5
brilliant lets hope he. like. doesn't die too soon
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 2:36:45 GMT -5
im sure he'll be fineeeee
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Post by Bleating Ram on Feb 13, 2017 2:44:25 GMT -5
Raven Dozer / 27 / Female / Raven is 6'3" tall with a lean build and ghostly pale skin, which combine to give her an almost sickly look. Her eyes a dark sapphire blue color that contrast with her pale complexion. Raven's hair is jet-back and when it's down it reaches the middle of her back, and there are neon blue highlights streaked through it which give her blank look a splash of color. The left side of her head is shaved and the right side tends to fall into her eyes every now and again. Her left eyebrow has two short scars through the outside end and her hair has never grown back. A tattoo of a raven’s wings take over both shoulder blades, she has a small raven in flight on her left side near her shoulder, and a black mamba coils around her right arm while an ace of spades card resides on her hip. She has snakebites and 8 piercings in each ear. She tends to dress punk casual and isn't fond of anything girly. She has black stitches all over her body, running up and down her arms and legs, each one about 2-3 inches apart, one around her neck, one around each shoulder, two around her torso, and two on either side of her mouth that gives her a malicious smile. Raven is a tough young lady who won't let herself be pushed around. She can be cold and sarcastic, but she loves her friends and is deathly loyal to them, ready to give up her life for them if she had to. She does have a sweet and loving spot, but it's a rare sight to see and doesn't come out often. She's a natural born leader and just takes charge of the group right from the get go. She may taunt and make jibes at the others, but she loves them all, even if the get on her nerves. She can, at times, be a ticking time bomb that's just waiting to go off and she'll snap if she does. She loves a good fight and isn't afraid to get her knuckles bloody busting up a face or two. She's somewhat oblivious when a guy is making a move on her, but she's not an innocent girl, so don't try anything stupid or she'll probably kill you. She's a take no prisoners kind of girl, but despite her tough nature, there is a soft spot she's trying to protect. Inside she's hurting and wanting someone to just keep her safe and make sure she doesn't get hurt anymore. She doesn't believe she's pretty, but she'll only joke about it around others, and she doesn't believe people can love her. Her self esteem wavers constantly, and she doesn't think people actually like her. She's not good at being soft and loving, but she's understanding. / Can manipulate parasitic threads in her body, can manipulate the bones in her body, has “spooky hands” which she can manipulate into just about anything/ Bi / Apep-Hero
Everett / 21 / Male / Everett's a big guy, he has to be to compensate for his extra limbs and muscles and bones. He towers over most everyone, standing at a height of about 6'11" with a decently muscled build to allow for full movement and control of the extra limbs he possesses. His skin is pale white and his eyes are a dark, dark brown that appear almost black and a little unusually wide pupils. His hair is brown and reaches a little around halfway down his neck, though he tends to keep it up in a little ponytail. The man wears a little bandana over his mouth to hide his mandibles, and the bandana has the design of a cute little pig face with eyes and a nose, which is often times extremely misleading for what lies underneath. He tends to wear a massively oversized hoodie that has nothing underneath it just so he can try and hide his extra arms. It's extremely uncomfortable for him though, and he prefers to wear a tank top he managed to find whose holes are large enough to allow for all of his arms to be out freely. Though because most other people seem put off by it, he tends to stick with his hoodie. That way he at least seems a little normal. / six arms, inhuman strength and agility, can stick to surfaces, create webs from holes in his hands, has brown recluse venom, clack mandibles, can see things in slow motion sometimes but it doesn't happen often, just mainly if it looks like he's literally going to be squished. Can also talk to spiders, which he calls "murmuring/ He tries his best / Recluse- Hero
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Post by amberice on Feb 13, 2017 2:59:47 GMT -5
(that's what heroes are for, to protect the squishy guys
finished my forms, they're all set)
Anna and Jack sat on a park bench. Jack was halfway through his ice cream cone, while Anna sat with legs crossed and trying her best to ignore the rather obscene slurping sounds he was making. They were supposed to be doing serious work here. Just across the street, perfectly visible through a gap in the hedge, was their next target. It was a rather small tech company, but Anna had heard a rumor that they had developed some hardware that would be worth a fortune to the right people. And Anna was very fond of getting things to the right people for the right price. They had been casing the place for the past few days and Anna was confident that they could handle it. They were just going to wait until nightfall before they moved in. A few hours wasn't long to wait. And Anna was patient.
Lawrence sat in Regulars, sipping his coffee and listening to the police scanner. It was often far more rewarding than it might be in other cities. Here, there was a high likelihood that any crime, no matter how small, was related to a xenohuman. Often times they prevented them, other times they were the perps. It mattered little to him, he just loved the stories they created. A strange report came over the scanner and he adjusted it for a moment before standing and packing his things. A cop being dropped in the center of a mugging? That was a new one. He had heard of cops being redirected or led to them, but someone dragging him to a crime in the blink of an eye? He was going to have to investigate this just a little more thoroughly.
Sonya was prepared. As a long-time member of the Justice Patrol, it was her duty to welcome potential members. While she wasn't the cook of the group, she had made tea, coffee, and hot cocoa, just to make sure everyone had something to sip on while they waited. She bustled around the warehouse, making sure it looked somewhat presentable. They had to make sure they looked official and professional, even if neither of those things were remotely true.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Feb 13, 2017 3:27:29 GMT -5
Justin looked around as he made his way over to the warehouse. He was wearing his usual dark, green and black hero outfit. Justin heard rumors about this little audition ,though a part of him feared that this may be a trap. He was ready to fight or to flee just in case. Justin had been doing pretty good on his own, yet even the best heroes needed help. Long as he didn't becomes anyone's sidekick, he was good. Taking a deep breathe, Justin walks inside and looks around.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 12:59:56 GMT -5
alright everything should be updated, ill make my posts in just a bit!
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Post by amberice on Feb 13, 2017 13:49:32 GMT -5
(cool cool cool)
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Post by venus on Feb 13, 2017 14:41:47 GMT -5
sup guys :0
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Post by amberice on Feb 13, 2017 14:42:31 GMT -5
(heyoo)
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Post by Ace on Feb 13, 2017 14:48:47 GMT -5
Shafer really needed to get rid of the gum that was in his mouth. He'd been working on it since he left his brother's apartment. He was over it. There weren't any garbage cans nearby and a quick glance down at the concrete confirmed that people did this all the time. There were worse things the boy could do than litter in this world. So. Shafer spit the once-minty substance onto the ground. And the world went on as usual for the next five seconds. Until it didn't. Someone grabbed the hood of Shafer's sweater and yanked him backwards. The boy gave a choked yelp and struggled with all the strength of well, Shafer, before the stranger slapped him on top of the head and let him go. Confused and shaken, Shafer instantly put distance between him and his assailant, but the man didn't even seem to be paying attention to him anymore. Back turned and shoulders hunched with annoyance, he stalked off with the rest of the crowd. That had been weird... Shafer brought his hair over one shoulder with intentions of braiding it as he stayed put and tried to pull himself together. But that just brought up another issue, as when he tugged on one strand, a multitude of others came with it... Oh, no. Shafer whipped around to stare at his own reflection in the building's window behind him. Sure enough, there it was. His gum. Was in his hair. Right there. He cursed loudly. Loudly enough to draw disapproving stares from the adults around him. The native shoved himself away from the building and made his way into the nearest coffee shop, which happened to be the Regulars. He was on the verge of tears by the time he'd managed to get himself into a bathroom. "God, why," he questioned his reflection very loudly after five minutes of trying to alleviate the situation and only making it worse.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 15:20:33 GMT -5
[ i spent an absurd amount of time trying to get my dog to go on a walk RIP ]
Noah stood behind the counter at The Regulars, doing his normal boring-@ss job. It was lunch time, which was only slightly less busy than the early morning, but he dealt with it. He'd had more than enough excitement these past few months, and it finally felt like the place was starting to mellow out with less weirdos trying to destroy the place (the new shop windows looked great). Now, Noah didn't mind gossip, it was kind of one of the reasons why he took this job, but vandalism was not appreciated, nor active threats to his life. Sighing a little bit, he cleaned out one of the machines while trying to listen in on whatever Lawrence was trying to investigate. He poked his head up as someone walked into the shop, raising a hand to greet them but they looked rather upset and walked straight to the bathroom. Noah blinked. "....whatthef*ck."
Xavier considered his job to be pretty mundane, all weird things considered, but each day he was surprised with the absolute craziness he was beginning to get sucked into. It felt like every day new xenohumans were showing up to cause trouble or try to stop it, but often they just sort of got in his way. Today more literally, as he had been innocently leaning against his patrol car and checking his email on his phone when in the blink of an eye he was in an alleyway with his gun out? And aimed at some kind of scuffle? He nearly dropped it in his surprise- it was improper protocol anyways, the mugger wasn't even armed- and promptly looked around for whoever the hell put him here. "Sir, I need you to unhand that woman and put your hands up-"
Waiting in the warehouse with the rest of the patrol, Beau snuck a cup of the hot cocoa while Sonya wasn't looking and tried to sip on it in the corner while they waited. Sipping things was not exactly discreet with a mask on, but he managed not to absolutely drench himself in the attempt. Finally he heard the sound of one of the doors opening and turned to look, giving a little welcoming wave to the person that walked in. He had to admit it was a little exciting to see other xenos outside of having to beat them up. The Justice Patrol was small, it would do well to have new people to keep the villains from getting any ideas.
For once, Clarke and Vesper weren't up to something even remotely illegal. Plotting happened at other times, times when they had good ideas, and their last little outing had been pretty successful but enough to put them under suspicion so it was time to lay a little low. They'd scored a bunch of random crap though, and they currently sat in the abandoned subway, not far from The Nest or The underground, playing Go Fish on the dirty floor. Vesper was winning, and Clarke looked mad about it, grumbling behind his hand of cards that were starting to freeze over with his irritation. "...You have any 3s?" "Nope." "Fffff*ck you."
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Post by venus on Feb 13, 2017 15:20:38 GMT -5
how is everyone? ^^
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 15:21:34 GMT -5
phew, im good! wbu m8?
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Post by venus on Feb 13, 2017 15:32:58 GMT -5
same, im really bored in class rn lmao. i really wanna write up some starters but typing on my phone is awful so ehh its rlly just gonna be visser at her club, clint at the nest, and aiden and ramona memeing around somewhere
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Post by Ace on Feb 13, 2017 15:39:17 GMT -5
Shafer was going to need some outside help. He didn't want to but he definitely was going to need to ask someone to... Untangle his hair. Not cut it. Never cut it, his brother would shoot him if he cut his hair. Wasn't an option. That thought brought about a fresh wave of panic. He placed a hand over the mess of hair and gum and slowly unlocked the door to the bathroom. God, he wasn't ready for this. -- He shuffled his way over to the counter and gestured the barista over. "Hey. Hipster man. You good with your hands?" He couldn't help giving a teasing smirk at that. What, hipster man was cute. "I made a strange man angry and he messed up my hair. Help me fix it."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 15:52:01 GMT -5
[ memeing around is GOOD ]
Noah felt a spark of irritation burn in his chest, and he nearly crushed the metal mixing cup in his hand. God, when would people stop calling him a hipster? It had to be the freaking haircut, but it was the easiest way to change his image so he had to deal with it. Was it such a crime to think it looked nice, either? He narrowed his eyes slightly at the phrase, and threw a glance over his shoulder to see how busy it was. This wasn't exactly part of his job, but he didn't want someone complaining to corporate that he neglected them or something. "...I'm not exactly a hairstylist, you know."
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Post by Ace on Feb 13, 2017 15:56:59 GMT -5
Shafer watched the series of emotions flicker over the other man's face but was too distressed to feel good about it. He'd definitely have to come back at some point and torment him more. But for now, he'd make do with begging him for help. The mischievous expression dropped from his face and was replaced with one of pure pain. He hesitantly brought his hand away from his head, movements jerky. "You don't have to be. Just... I don't have eyes on the back of my head so you need to help me. Please. Or I'll be. Upset." He swallowed nervously but took a step closer to the counter and tilted his head to show off the complete and utter mess.
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Post by Rivermagic on Feb 13, 2017 16:00:24 GMT -5
(Haha, so everyone is kinda doing their own thing? I'm kinda wondering where to hop in... lol)
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Post by amberice on Feb 13, 2017 16:03:16 GMT -5
Well Jack and Anna are currently chilling in a park and Lawrence is just about to leave Regulars, so those are open for you if you'd like)
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Post by Rivermagic on Feb 13, 2017 16:12:46 GMT -5
(that's what heroes are for, to protect the squishy guys finished my forms, they're all set) Anna and Jack sat on a park bench. Jack was halfway through his ice cream cone, while Anna sat with legs crossed and trying her best to ignore the rather obscene slurping sounds he was making. They were supposed to be doing serious work here. Just across the street, perfectly visible through a gap in the hedge, was their next target. It was a rather small tech company, but Anna had heard a rumor that they had developed some hardware that would be worth a fortune to the right people. And Anna was very fond of getting things to the right people for the right price. They had been casing the place for the past few days and Anna was confident that they could handle it. They were just going to wait until nightfall before they moved in. A few hours wasn't long to wait. And Anna was patient. Rei was wrapping a hoodie around their form for a moment or two, letting out a small huff while they ran a hand through their hair to mess it up a little more. They were in the mood for an ice cream in the first place. Of course they soon bought one and was happily eating on it, getting the nice cold rush from it. They glanced over their shoulder before seeing that there were some people in the park. They couldn't help but curiously walk over to check the two out. It couldn't really be helped, they tended to be wanting a bit of a kick out of life. "So..." they said while casually leaning on the back of the bench, obnoxiously in between them. "Quiet people are usually plotting things." they said with a slight laugh. "I'm curious, so what are you two up to?"
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 13, 2017 16:15:32 GMT -5
[ u can hop in anywhere u want, yo ]
Noah sucked in a breath and squinted at the apparent gum in the poor kid's hair. He could see why he was upset, it looked like he cared a lot about his hair, considering it was so long. Setting the cup down, he just sort of shrugged in response- he didn't want to do it, but he didn't want him to get upset. The last time someone had gotten upset in here, the place had practically exploded. "I'll see what I can do," he nodded reluctantly, trying not to wonder too hard how the hell gum had gotten in this kid's hair.
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