Averick

((OOC:ACK!!! Sorry, both characters, so dark... damn that rap music. Won't happen again.))

Mystic created a ball of flame in the air about six feet around. Of course, the white light from the device provided some light, but now there was enough to see by.

"What on earth did you..." There was another creak and Mystic incanted his most recent spell. The envelope of energy that he surrounded himself to allow flight extended to everyone in the room. He took in the various reactions.

"It's very important that you stay close to me. If you stray too far, you will fall." He held Melissa to him like a drowned child. "Oh, Pax, where are you when I need you."

Mystic considered the posibility that Melissa was referring to the darkness that was leaking out. "Which darkness? Is it good or bad, luv? Are you saying you want us to put you IN the darkness?"

Mystic's cloak was off in a flash. He covered Nightingale quickly and began to lift her away from the orb and the spreading darkness.

"Tell me one of you is healer." Mystic looked across the faces of those in the room. "Perhaps, Jason, as dreadful as this sounds, we should go back and try another option. I'm not comfortable at all with the prospect of losing her. For all we know, she may not have actually stopped it.

Mystic looked at the spheres, which were all leaking some dark mist that was pooling up in the base and then spilling over onto the ground. The he looked back down at the girl in his arms.

"Can you hear me, love?" She was cold to the touch and not responding as quickly as Mystic would have liked.

((Whatever DID happen to this one?))

Wow. That's long winded. It SOUNDS English!

I think I just killed this thread.

What am I doing wrong?

Mystic's secret identity was also his first identity, his only identity until recently. He was a scholar. He held degrees in English, taught college on how to speak and write it, and was never without something clever to say during the most intense situations. So to say his statement now of, "Auuuuuuuuuh!", was uncharacteristic, is a bit of an understatement.

He watched the dark magical power inside the sphere of light engulf the bright mixture. Then he saw an imbalance form, where the darkness was overcoming the light. Soon, the light began to fade.

Instead of simply going away, there was a thick shadow in its place. The spheres stopped spinning and the magical barrier that Mystic could see, disappeared.

Then, the darkness began to fade.

"I'm taking the shot." - Riley
"Engage your targets."- Capt Fletcher
"Let's dance, buttercup."- Pvt Renko

"causing TROUBLE!!!"- Satanz lil hlpr (imp scrapper)

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Railbird: I am a soldier. It does say, "superhero" on the ID card which I was given by Paragon City Law Enforcement. I recognize that this is my job description. Heroic? No, just doing what is necessary to complete my mission.


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Just a soldier is right. Metaforces continues to house soldiers who help superheroes. Just doing the job. But MF is the best of the best of the best... so....

Riley sees himself as just a guy. Expendable even. The other soldiers see themselves as soldiers and Riley as somewhat of a superhero.

Renko recognizes that nothing as pretty as him could possibly be called "mere mortal". But then again, he has issues.

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Not true, so like a man!

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Whoo hoo! Just what I was going for!

It looked like you were one of the only people in the Tony's thread that had a clue how to interract with other characters. It also appeared that you're main character, the ebon lady, was entirely uninterested in other people and all about business.

Where did Tony's bar go?

And I thought I was the only one who was annoyed by the "gods amongst superheroes" characters. Entirely self contained, "only my characters can even effect my characters, your characters are all worthless peons who can only annoy my characters for mere seconds at a time until I ordain you with the power to be effective."

Sorry. Didn't mean to go on a rant there. I was just really irked, especially when he didn't get the hint at all. There's an RP rule

#whatever is next: TAKE A HINT!!!!! If someone is politely trying to tell you that you're breaking one of the rules or just simply dragging the whole experience in some direction that isn't where everyone else seems to be going... TAKE THE HINT!

Open RP usually involves some of the friendliest people you'd ever want to meet. This means that if you continue to break these rules, they'll probably just leave and you'll kill the thread.

If you kill 4 threads in a row, maybe you should re-examine what you're doing. Maybe send someone a PM and ask "hey, I killed 4 threads in a row, what am I doing wrong?"

Mystic flew to his panel and began watching the fluctuations in energy readings. He quickly incanted a spell and his magic vision overlayed the holographic readings from the sensors.

"It's moving." Mystic said as the base began to spin like a drill head. "It's going to emit energy with sufficient force to dislodge it from our gravity well."

The wind was beginning to pick up and Mystic was staring at the hologram, so he couldn't discern who shouted "how do you know?" or something to that effect.

Mystic turned toward the rest of the group and put the wave form up on the overhead display. "There," he pointed to the shape, which resembled a pear. "Now, this is the magical energy that I see." The combined shapes resembled two spheres leaking into one another with a growing reaction where the forces met, and a solid barrier of energy above the four, topmost spheres.

"If I had to guess, and I do, it looks like that reaction will be expelled along the spheres and into that shield, propelling the physical mass forward with great force." Mystic looked around at everyone. "This will likely cause an explosion that could destroy a number of city blocks, despite the construction of our workspace."

So why is it the only place I've seen you RP here is in your "girls only" thread?

OK, it wasn't "girls only" you said that, but it didn't look open to anyone else, much less men jumping in.

You should get involved in more open RP in this section.

"It's a darker hue, for one. Also there is a slightly sinister expression on his face. Hold on, what's this?" Mystic leaned in from hovering behind Cowman. "It appears that your reflection is shoving a carrot up its nose."

Mystic looked down at Cowman. "Right, very funny. Now if we can get on with this examination BEFORE we give our final prognosis of whether it should be hurled into the sun or not..."

The blast doors came down once more and the device changed form. The top four spheres moved closer together and the others began swirling around. At first slowly near the ends and fast in the equatorial region.

The bright, rigid lightning began to twist and expand, and small blue bolts of lightning lanced out at the consoles at random. The device was moving the air around it as well and a quiet hum began to rise as the light it was giving off intensified.

Mystic regarded Jason after watching the entrance of Cowman. "Are you sure we're not still in an alternate dimension?"

Mystic filled in the new arrival.

People have said that before, that they show up on the server and no one is doing RP, but I think you need to just play there for a week. You'll run into FAR more people doing it all the time than on any server. Hang around Gemini park in Galaxy City... is it Galaxy City? Maybe it's Atlas Park. I don't remember. Wherever Gemini park is. There's usually some people there.

Often times, If I just stop someone who has a description and talk to them, they RP their character. A lot of stuff is done in the RP section of the board too. I'm always in character with all of my characters, unless it's with a group that doesn't care for it. Then I'm like "eh, what the hell, why bother with the ((ooc)) if no one cares."

I'd suggest just spending some time on the server.

Post on Virtue, or just show up. It's the most roleplayingest server in the whole game.

You should really post an abbreviated version of your L15 Tanker's background in order to give us an idea.

write it how you want then go back and be creative about how you're going to express it. Be vauge. You can write an entire sex scene without saying "his hard throbbing blank was in her blank". Just elude to it. Skirt the issue. Be suggestive without being obscene.

Capes = more processing power to render.

therefore, if you limit it to lvl 20 chars, you have less capes to render. All those people constantly creating characters, leveling to 19 or below or not taking the cape mission don't have to have capes rendered.

I have 1, count them, 1 character with a cape, so it isn't that personal to me. Still, I see no reason to put capes out there for everyone. If it's important to you, go get the levels.

Metaforces is an entire Super group of soldiers. All natural AR blasters with no super freaky powers or anything. We all roleplay soldiers. Gangsters aren't really good guys....

We even do the whole "yes sir" and reporting in to the Meta's that we work with. We're brave, and we incur debt in the name of saving our Metas. And we never leave a Meta behind.

Plus, we're like, real modern day city camo, not like 1940s olive drab and stuff.

"well, that was neat" Corvus said. Mystic thought it was the original Corvus, as the other one was at the opposite console. Mystic noted the two Tick-Tok's in near proximity. One looking at himself as one would in a mirror, the other simply staring.

He leaned to his left until he saw a black boot on the opposite side of the device. He walked timidly around to see an exact replica of himself, staring at him. "I'm Mystic Inferno, and you are?" He extended his hand to his double.

The "copy" looked at him for a few seconds, then canted his head to one side and said, "I'm Mystic..." The voice wasn't quite right. "I'm Mystic Inferno, and you are?" An exact match for Mystic's voice.

"I'd call this more of an 'additional question' than an answer." Mystic looked back toward the others as he spoke.

"MYSTIC!!" shouted someone as he turned to see his double reaching for his forhead. With one touch, Mystic relived his whole life in an instant.

"Ow." Mystic grabbed his head and swayed a bit but held his hand up to the others as he heard powers flare and the blast doors come down again. "I don't think it was an attack."

The copy spoke. "You've trapped us here. We are not at our destination. Release us." With that, Jason's copy approached him and poked him with a finger, popping him like a bubble. The room shifted directly back to where it was before they started.

Mystic looked at Jason, who looked as shocked as anyone to see things restored so easily.

Blue gloved fingers worked over the glowing runes that floated above his console and around the holographic representation of the device. "Hmm?" He said looking up at everyone. "Oh, nothing. I'm not at all certain why, but my exeriences made me think of a vigilante named Wraith. Admittedly, I don't know much about her. Neither does anyone else, really, but I was thinking, what if she were a creature similar to this one.

"No, I'm still working on a hypothesis. I think that there is only one and the orientation may determine what it is. Or it could simply be a gateway." Mystic hovered over toward the group. "What's all this about my staying in the fight longer? In my own defense, I didn't know there was going to be a fight."

"Jason, do you think you'd have more success returning us to our own world should things go awry again?" Mystic picked up a cracker and began munching.

Sorry about not making it. If we do it again next saturday, hopefully I will be able to join. Sadly work had to intrude.

And yes, I think we should get badges. Though I did join the thread in the... geeze, 70's? I'll go look after this.

"The Wraith." Mystic said without looking up.

"Excuse me." Someone said.

"I don't know why, but this entire scenario reminds me of the Wraith. I can't help thinking; could she be connected to this?" Mystic looked up to scan the faces of his comrades for some sign of recognition.

Victory server. My character will be Tetra Val. AR devices blaster.

After Corvus spoke to Mystic he began to see flashes of the things she described. One solid memory of pain. He turned away from everyone and covertly clutched at his chest. He then remembered only darkness. He walked slowly to the opposite side of the device, the only place he felt he could have some privacy and sat down behind a console.

Images of the sphere falling, the black mist and the piercing bolt of dark energy resonated through his skull as though the events were reoccuring. He clutched harder at his chest every time he relived it. Then his eyes went wide with terror, as he realized he remembered things after the darkness.

He stood up and walked back to his console. He began furiously typing notes, making shapes with the holographic chart and mapping out a diagram of the device with notations made half in Galic and half in magic symbols.

His hands moved with determination and precision as if he were interely focussed on completing his model. In four minutes he made over a thousand notations.