Blarg

WEEEEEEEE! *slams into a wall repeatedly*

*throws Khel into a flaming pit o doom*

I wonder how long it will take for the thread to be deleted?

Hey, I am amazed that Superhero/villain 101 have gotten THIS far! Especially Superhero 101.

/em shake head

103 pages in just over a week? I've broken the record!

I understand. I as well hate it when somebody takes control of my character without permission. I am guessing that the threads will eventually lose their status and get lost in the RP Void. And then, months after dissapearing, they will emerge once more, bigger and better than before. But that's just my guess.

To each their own. You must bear with me, this is the first two RPs I've ever started. I'm still a noob at this. Give me time, and I will learn. I'm sure it will eventually get deleted, but whatever. But the little sub-plots are a diversion for the big picture. The big picture will take time and effort to start, so we have the sub-plots to keep everyone happy. Really, I think Superhero 101 will outlast Supervillain 101. But that's just me. Anyway, just wanted you to know that!

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OOC: Indeed he was. And on a completely different topic, could I have that antidote for the deadly nerve agent even now coursing through my fingers and into my bloodstream?

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OOC: This thread dead then?

[/ QUOTE ] ((Indeed it is. It was buried underneath my mighty RPs! Hah! I scoff your little weak RPs! ))

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YAY! More new artwork from Gill/Jomaro!

[/ QUOTE ] Awesome peice Gill! Keep 'em comin'!

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is it just me or have the voices echoing through the asylum quieted just a touched in the head?

[/ QUOTE ] *listens* No, they're still there. They're talking about flyin' walruses right now. Ooo! They've invited us all out for tea!

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Elan stopped arguing with her brother to laugh. "Oh my Gods! Are you listening to this? capiche? You've got to be kidding me" She while laughing. She had never, ever heard someone say capiche and acctualy mean it. It was absolutely ridculous.

[/ QUOTE ] Drake's eyes flared. "You gotta problem wit' dat? How 'bout I fill you're sorry butt with bullets? Heh? Wat'd you think 'bout dat?!" He held up his weapon menacingly and all his thugs slowly followed suit. "Now... care ta' say 'dat again?"

"So, who is in charge here?"

Drake took that as his oppertunity to get some new lackies and loudloy talk about his position "Officially? That would be Mistress Greywing, principal of this fine school. Unofficially? Me, I'm not goin' ta bother tellin' you my real name, but you can call me Drake. I run this school with an iron fist. Literally." He allowed one sleeve of his clean-cut black suit to drop so the noobs could see his mechnical hand. "Welcome to Greywing High. And watch the threads." He told his last remark to a student who bumped into him.

"Why should I ya-" The unlucky student's last words were drowned out by the sounds of guns locking and turning from 'safe' to 'I'm gonna blw you're head off.' The student stared into the barrel of Drake's high-teck hardware and Drake said, "Look. 'Cause, you're new, I'll go over some rules with ya. Never touch me. Never touch my gun. And never back talk. Capiche?"

"Y-yes s-sir."

Drake sneered evily. "Good." Just because he could, he smashed the little whelp's foot with his boot and turned back to the noobs. "Okay, where was I? Oh yeah. Let that be a lesson to all youse. Never do what that poor sap just did. And one more thing, if ya want the protection of the Family, pay up. We'll keep ya protected, you fork over the cash, capiche?"

The moment you have all been waiting for... Supervillain 101 is here to plauge the world! Fear it... YOU'RE NOT FEARING IT! *blasts a random passerby*
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The rules are different form the heroic school of Golden Eagle High. In Greywing High, expect no mercy. Arachnos has graciously busted you out of the 'KiddyZig', the least you could do is become powerful members of it's mighty web. But beware, young villain, danger awaits you even in the school boundries. All young villains are allowed to take down one another--it promotes villainy to it's highest form.

Greywing High is not worried about suits or costumes, it matters little what you ware, as long as you learn. Nothing forbidden, nothing promoted... but that does not mean we at Greywing are lazy about our rules. If you break a rule, you will be punished. Severely.

When 'taking down' another student (if you wish to do so) then remember only one thing: Don't get caught. You will be punished if you do so. This is to help along the stealthy or spy-like of our wonderful school.

All attempts to backtalk teachers will result in... unnecesary involvement on both of our parts.

Teachers are as listed:

1. Mistress Greywing: Obey the Mistress at all times. Her word is law. Attempts at not obeying/assassination/spying/murder/hacking the sytems of her computers/etc will end in death. Remember this always. ((She has a thin, young, eerily beutiful appearance. She is technically not human any longer. Her skin is pale that is tinged with grey. Her hair is glossy and black, not a single grey hair in sight. Her eyes are a silvery blue in color. She has "something" about her that would send chills up the most hardened criminal's spine. She is both a Necro/Dark MM, and a Claws/Regen Stalker.))

2. Sir Ivaric: A dark knight from the Twelfth Century turned history teacher. He speaks with a very thick English accent. His magic sword, Bloodletter, is by him at every second. We at Greywing High highly suggest that you obey him, the last student who dared to disobey almost had his head chopped off. ((His armor is black and lined with grey. It is primarily Midieval, no gadgets on his form whatsoever. The slots that show where his eyes should be in his helmet emit a red glow, totally covering any eyes he might have. None have seen him without his armor and none will. He is a restless spirit put in physical form.))

3. Mrs. Notington: Ruthless and dangerous, she is not to be trifled with. The teacher at the gym class, she will push the young villains to their utmost level of power. ((Mrs. Notington is basically a normal human that has extreme reflexes and advanced strength given to her by Arachnos. She has white hair, brown skin and purple Egyptian style tatoos all over her body. She wair's a golden tiara with matching bracelets. Her eyes are a deep purple that seem to stare into your very soul. She typically has on a white skirt and white sleeveless shirt on. She almost alwat has on golden boots that match her tiara.))

4. Erynies the Fortunata: She is a Fortunata that stays to oversee that Greywing High works at highest efficiency. Her powers are the same as all Fortunatas andd she works as a librarian at our school.

5. Mr. Smithonson: Strangely enough, this man has no apparent powers or abailities besides driving his students to amazing levels. He teaches Math and Science together, he strongly believes neither can be without the other.

((The rest are up to you. Like before, all new comers must make a teacher until I say we can stop. We already have a place for a Weaponry class and English. Let the villainy begin!_________________________

"Dont... cheat... off... my... test!" Draconicus Lorenzo Drakonyx--better known as Drake--was beating up an insolent little whelp who dared cheat on his math homework. Drake's goons stood around on gaurd, guns at the ready or energy flairing around. Drak's eyes had a very strange gleam while he beat upon the other student. Drake was a very strange teen. Growing up with the Family gave him brutality and training more advanced ((in his eyes)) than the rest of these horrible people. Having Dragon blood definately had it's good points as well. Superior strength, advanced mind, and very, very good looks. His red-tinged 'skin' had many many small scales all over his body. He also had sharp claws and a form of Radiation that he could emit, but unfortunately could not control very well as of yet. But the most prominent feature on him were the large ram's horns on his head that were leftover from his draconic heritage.

Drake finally decided that the brat had had enough. He stood up at his full 6' 7" and sneered. Suddenly, he heard something. A strange, loud *fwipp fwipp* noise could be heard. The puzzeled teen looked up into the air. It was an Arachnos helicopter... the same kind that brought Drake himself to Greywing High. Well, I guess it's time to find some more runts to follow my rule! He was very, very full of himslef. And with good reason. He held control over more than half the school, getting his protection payments weekly and dishing out 'punishment' to those who refused.

Drake motioned to his goons with a small wave of his hand and they positioned themselves for a possible attack. He wasn't very popular on campus, and more than once he had been assaulted. They moved out. Drake took out his large customized tommy gun with special Rikti and who-knows-what-else enhancements attached. It was very nice. Able to shoot 1,732 rounds per twelve seconds, it was Drake's pride and joy. They had finally reached the helicopter. There were already some nervous students coming out. Some nervous, some looking like they owned the school. Some who showed no emotion, but sparked a primal fear into Drake which he ignored. A new semester had begun.


((Okay, the point is, your characters have just been transported from the 'KiddyZig' at the same time of all the other convicts, or they were picked up off the street in one of the parts of the Rouge Isles. It doesn't matter if you post how you got picked up, but if you do, please make it breif so that we may go ahead and start our wonderful RP. Let the begginning of the end start... now!))

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((Ack! And I'm Aurak! Not Arauk!))

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((I'm Spyne, not Arauk. Arauk is the lizard, I'm the strange experiment lizard/insect/mammal/thing.))

Very nice story. She could be a motorcycle chick with powers! She could even be a member of the Asphalt Angels...

Finishing his gruesome meal, Spyne decided to thank Arauk by making sure he wasn't filled with lead. Whispering, he said, "A tommy gun is a small metal object that emits very small and fas-moving things that will hurt very, very much when hit with them. I'm not up-to-date with Italian, but I believe a paisonos is a person, and capieche means, 'Okay?' And we should not have to take any orders from the human except to not touch her. I am informing you not because I worry for you, but as thanks for helping supply me of food. If you wish for any more, you must do something for me. I always repay my debts." With those words, Spyne swept his long red cloak around so that it would nopt tangle and clopped over to the former crime boss. EExtending a hand, he said, "I am Spyne. You do not have to shake my hand if you do not wish, and I know that many would prefer not to. I respect your authority, but do not under any circumstance believe you control me. Are we clear young one?"

((Lol! Are you putting Lili in Supervillain 101? I always sis love it when people put the stuff from other RPs into another.))

Spyne watched the child leave hungrily. She looked very juicy and delicious. But of course, there was a feast right here! Why waste energy to chase the child? Spyne looked at the pile of snakes he had accumalated and took a taste of one's arm. It was oily, like fish. He really enjoyed fish better when it was cooked. The same would go with Snakes. "Arauk? Do you mind starting a fire so that I can satisfy my tastebuds? I must feed."

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I think i have some ideas for my charicter to do, like smokeing catnip in the girl's rest room, ditching class to lounge on the roof, maybe takeing a catnap durring class, or beating up a geek for his lunch money. oh the ideas.

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A..reply..that..is..on..topic! HURRAH!

(ill post tommorow, or on friday.. Eyah these things take a lot of time!)

[/ QUOTE ] Or is she talking about mine? I don't know. I'm just sorry these people have swamped your thread with off topic discussion.

*waves finger dissapointedly* Shame on you! Talk about your characters when I have my thread up! Keep to the OP!

Spyne sunk his 'mouth' into a writhing snake, biting a large chunk of meat off and killing it. He looked over to the mechanical mean while stbbing another reptile and said, "Care to help?"

Spyne sensed rather than saw the troubled cat. He sent his telekinesis into a few of them, causing them to float. Another, he sent flying up into the air and then into the ground with a bone crunching strength. Yet another he sent two-foot long spikes into the skull, spatterng blood over his insect-like hide. And they just kept coming. "I will have revenge!" He shot a spine into the throat of a charging worm. "I will have my prey!" He sent another slithering creature flying backwords. "I will have bllod!" Spyne ran up to one of the snakes and bit into it's neck while repeatedly stabbing it. "And I will have it NOW!" He sent a volley of spikes that gave him his name in all directions. But there was still more.

"You're right... for now." His body went from large and hulking... to nothing. He had dissapeared. Somewhere in the darkness, his high-pitched screeching voice said, "You are not the only one who has tricks, witch. Now let me have my prey." He pushed her invisible form out of the way and started off once more.

I will have revenge. I will have blood. And I will have it now.

"Do not try to hide what you were about to say. I have suffiecient mindpower to read what you are thinking while clicking your tongue." Spyne looked at the carvings and sensed something. There was one more presence in this room. He didn't care. As long as he got blood. Spyne ignored the outbursts and speech and sniffed a bone before plopping it into his mouth. It seemed the only one worthy of his presence was the feline. Spyne enjoyed cats. While human, he had had one. He liked them still, and not to eat... usually.

He straightened up and turned around. "They are this way." He spun around one more, the torches on the walls reflecting off his blackish-green scales and carapace. His hooves made quite alot of sound through the cave as he clopped toward a tunnel. "Are you coming or must I kill feast on the worms on my own?"

Spyne looked at Arauk. "Fine. You are a worth companion. Fearles, powerful. I will not kill you." The monstrosity then turned to the robot, and opened his mouth in a feral high-pitched growl, much like the face of an praying mantis before it starts eating a fly. "I will not kill you... for now." The reptilian thing clopped over to the hole on its hooves and jumped in without a word.

((Okay, just to clear it up, we're villains. It's going to be obvious that we will have conflict. Mine especially. I'm RPing a guy who is totally insane, enjoys eating things alive, and has "Revenge, blood, Right now" going through his mind at all times. Just trying to RP him like he is.))

Hermod, like before, I am setting you up as Co-GM. Hope that doesn't put more on your life than you can handle! Second, I'll probably be setting up Supervillain 101 tomorrow. Start thinking of characters people!

Lol. This thread has turned from an innocent story to a longwinded talk about my threads. Let's stay with the OP people!

Okay, back to the OP. Very nice writing, but it really sounds more like a story than an RP to me. But that's just me. Very nice, keep writing!