Fire Lilly

How about a villain and a hero? What I mean is, both having been friend in their lives, they always fight but both can never manage a killing blow. HOWEVER, the villain tries to redeem himself and become good, while at the same time, the hero is brainwashed *Permanantly* in to becoming bad.

I don't remember a story going like that!

This thread is alive! 8D

*Hugs the thread and the werewolf*

Why no one has responded is beyond me!

Great video! While I was never there, I'm happy to finally know exactly how this went.

Thanks,
- Fire Lilly

Molten Slowa is more famous then I... O_O

*Weeps softly*

Nah, just kidding. But I can't believe that you gave me no credit for helping you start this! If you still don't remember me, this was when my scrapper was Dark/Dark/Dark. Night Protector's the name, knockback was my game!

Continue the great work Slowa!

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/Em smack for the win!

((OOC)): I see that you have put some serious thought in to this post, but the first thing I saw that needs to be addressed is presentation. You have lots of paragraphs, but they are all hidden in that wall of text.

I suggest rereading and adding an extra line of space to each paragraph you find. It will help you push your writing a step further.

Keep it up!
- Fire Lilly

Recluse: "You'll never catch me alive, coppers!"

*Runs in to the Faultline donut shop*

*Comes out with all 10 hands behind his back and a train of police Lieutenants in tow*

-The Very Next Day... In Jail.

Recluse: "So why was six afraid of seven?"

*Jail cell audience looks slowly at each other with odd glances*

Recluse: "Because seven ate nine! HA!!"

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Yeah, I know. Both jokes have probably been mentioned before, but putting them together just seems perfect to me!

Siren’s eye twitched weakly. He jaw dropped at the sheer amount of ignorance the kid had. He was hoping that if it came down to it, the youth would somehow size up to his robotic minions, which hopefully didn’t come from a website.

Then again, why was he worried? His ego seemed to fit Arachnos standards, but he was afraid of peering in to his mind. So far, he had been pretty cooperative… Until it came to requests.

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"Sorry, that was meant to be rhetorical. Shall we get going?"

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Siren stood still looking forward, attempting to continue the conversation. “You clearly misunderstand me… I-“ Before the man could finish, Jake had already caught up to Brawl, who could only watch as Jake brushed past him with six robotic allies in tow.

-Classy kid.- Brawl projected to the Psychic.

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"Well, aren't you coming?" He shouted back to them after getting about ten feet away from the two. "Weren't you the guys who wanted to go to another place in the first place?"

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“Excuse me, I’m not finished talking to you!” Siren roared to Jake, who was just about to turn to continue walking. “Don’t pretend like you can’t hear me!”

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"If I were you, I'd stop treating your youthful existence as a game and grow up. The world is no place for one as unskilled and cocky as you."

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Siren turned to Mortanis as he spoke. -It’s about time…- He thought to himself as Mortanis delivered quite the accurate description of the moment.

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"Save the lecture." He replied back to Mortanis, not bothering to turn away from the first two villains. "I've heard it all before. From other villains, heroes, my superiors, you name it. But do you see me dead?"

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Jake had shocked Siren again with minimal effort. “Why you little brat… Clearly you need an edu-“

Brawl shot a look at Siren for a moment. -Siren…- Brawl attempted to interrupt in a monotonous inner tone.

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"Obviously someone hasn't tried hard enough, or has acted in the manner that you present yourself.”

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“Yes, thank you for being an honorable man now if I may-“

-Siren…-

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“Enough of this, you and your comrades may be of use to me. I have a job that requires more hands than I can spare, and I'm looking to hire some new blood.”

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“Oh ho… I knew there was a catch, but the three of us MUST be goi-“

-Siren…-

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”The pay is negotiable, the time adequate, and if done right, there will be no trail for others to follow. Are you in?"

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“No, we will NOT comply…” Siren began in a rude tone. “First off, I don’t know who you are, but by the way this conversation is going, this will most likely be one of those situations that get us killed!”

-Oh, Si - ren…- Brawl thought as he rolled his eyes.

“Secondly,” He flung his head toward the direction of Jake, speaking more quickly as anger unrelentingly fueled him. “You will follow me by my terms. We don’t have time for this.”

-SIREN!-

“Now follow me before I- …WhaaAAAAT?!?!?!” Siren yelled nearly at the top of his lungs in a fit of rage, shooting a searing glance at Brawl.

Brawl didn’t… Well, couldn’t respond for a few moments. His serious stare had shifted slightly, looking at his friend as if saying, ‘You… Freaking… Idiot…’

-I was goin’ to say that we had a chance to run before they noticed, but you took care of that pretty quick.-

Siren’s left eye twitched as his head creepily turned almost a full ninety degrees back to Jake and Mortanis. “Don’t… Say… A word…” He fumed through clenched teeth.

((OOC)): I was running through a few of my old, previous posts, looking to see if anything had come up, looking for a conversation to be included in/hoping someone replied to something I had already posted in. I look even farther back then I should have and found this post.

COMPLETELY forgot about this thread. As soon as I entered and reread everything, the first words that came to my mind was:

".... [Dag nabbit]..."

I am very sorry for the delay of posts, I just completely forgot what I was doing in the first place.

I could have sworn I sent a reply... >_>

Re: Thanks Snow_Globe! You ansewered a few of my questions! (I think...)

That could be why I've seen this before. >_>

Hey ya'll! Great issue today!

However, I have a few questions: (Though, I may just be out of the loop... I don't read every article.)

Where is the City Traveler?
How long has Ask Athy been discontinued?
Aww... No recipes? *Is a sad (Flaming) Bunny Girl*

Another thing. The city scoop is a GREAT player-made weekly issue, however, I think it's getting a bit boring. Maybe I need to stop checking every Friday... *Thinks a moment* Nah...

Ok then, maybe you should do a monthly thing? Not a once a month issue (Though, it is an option), but rather where one issue has five topics, the next issue has five different topics, the next issue continues the trend... Basically, someone will only have to submit anything once a month. The later issue switches it up and keeps things fresh!

Thoughts? Comments? Searing flames?

Siren scowled in such a conspicuous manner, you would instantly believe of him having a severe mood swing. He reflected about himself for the moment, glancing over the robots design. Obvious notable threats were perceived within the man’s mind, obviously having a problem deciding how to surmount the next milestone in his slowly unraveling plan.

-The kid is good…- He relayed to his ally, recognizing just how… Basically put, evil the latest individual could be.

“Two conditions…” He spoke with zeal, hard to come by in the recent days of this generation. “First,” He began, moving his hand toward the un-biological monstrosities. “simply put, boot the smaller ones.”

He allowed himself to focus on what, he supposed, were the Battle Drones.

“Second,” He continued, switching his attention to the eyes of the youth. “Keep them out of sight. They are an eyesore to the public… And generally me, for that matter.”

Siren was fairly taken aback by the boy’s appearance. The sallow hair first came to mind. It seemed dyed, but he could make no remark due to partially having done the same. Siren averted his eyes to the earth next the Teen, marking that he was deep in thought on a supposed destination.

-That was easier then expected…- Siren projected to his ally.

-Don’t be expectin’ good things. We don’t know him. - He answered in a low, rough inner voice.

-Hmm… Then he shouldn’t be with Arachnos… You sure you haven’t seen him?-

The black man came in for closer analysis, confirming to Jake the man’s alias as ‘Midnight Brawl.’ He stood for a moment to focus on the young man, squinting slightly within the dusty atmosphere.

-Nope. Don’t remember him.- Was the swift, earnest reply.

-I hope that doesn’t backfire on us.- Siren thought quickly, returning his eyes to the youth. “Will Port Oaks suit you?” He queried, tilting his head slightly in a questioning manner.

*Hugs Wolf*

DON'T LEAVE US!!!

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I'm working on going through the holiday party photos, I will see what I can drum up from our go at Rock Band.

Ex

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Yay!

((OOC)): Aww! Great story! ^_^

You added horns...

That was...

That was mean!

I mean, no. >_>

Yes.

The skinny, tights wearing man cringed before whirling his head and body to what ruckus has come about. His grin slowly turned to a frown of disgust/disappointment. The black, bald man had continued to walk for a moment, stopping only a few feet farther down, waiting but a second before turning toward the supposed direction of the sound.

-Doesn’t look familiar…- The black man said to the other through projected thoughts.

-Doesn’t matter... I think he’s with Arachnos.- The younger man replied with a droning inner voice. -I’ll check, be prepared to run.-

The man in tights walked slowly, stepping around the debris and ash littered along the path toward the soon-to-be enemy. He looked up with his pale white eyes, searching the man and his arsenal of automatons for items to be wary.

“I go by Psoinic Siren.” The man said, projecting his regular, enthusiastic voice to the man above. “State your name and come down. We can discuss your intrusion somewhere less… Public.”

He spoke of the Island around him. It’s inhabitants were poking their heads out of windows, through doors, around buildings, houses and other stray debris among the surrounding area. Children watched with fear behind their makeshift living spaces, and thugs were just now able to sit up slightly. If not, at least focus their attention on the conversation.

Residents of said Island could spread information with haste through such a small community. Word would travel quickly, and whatever was to come of this would likely be posted on the next day’s news.

Siren moved his hand forward in a sweeping movement, motioning to come along. The black man stood farther back, watching the event unfold with his still, unshifting gaze. He dared not move closer, his body as still as he could allow. No movement, just a gaze that could pierce an army’s stone will.

“Well now. How ‘bout it?”

Whatever it was Jake was attempting to do, it didn’t seem to work. It seems the two figures were too busy walking to their predetermined location. It’s not like they were ignoring him, but come on… All of those thugs moaning, the slight crackle of the flames still held in the remainder of the building scraps…

It was somewhat unlikely to hear Jake ramble… To himself, apparently.

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((OOC)): This might be one of those RPs that just let you do anything you want, and you have the chance to bump in to another person.

Meaning, you could be solo for a while, or end up teamed the whole time. I'm also guessing he wants us to assume the regular rules. No god-moding, taking control of other players, ect., ect...

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((OOC: Yeah, that.))

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((OOC)): I so rock... ^_^ Except when it comes to spelling. I just realized I spelled 'wanty' instead of the intended 'want.'

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The dust slowly began to settle as the sun begun to rise. Ash, dust and smoke were all that remained of a building that had once stood proud and tall. However, this was normal. Not a normal part of life, but the use of fire to the gang known as hellions in the accursed land known as Mercy Island. It was almost as if that rock of an island was meant to be beaten to death by it’s inhabitants.

Hellions… Wherever did they receive this name, anyway? It’s monotonous ring, let alone the incredible amount of unoriginality with the name just screamed the gang’s impending doom for their future.

‘Tis exactly what happened…

The frail body of a badly wounded thug flew out from the cloud of dust. His arms flailed wildly as it soared though the air, like a plate of leftover dinner from the previous month. He screamed wildly before the sudden eerie silence of the projectile receiving his intended destination.

Er… Forgive me, that’s somewhat of a lie.

He screamed wildly before smacking the series of garbage cans, adding to the choir of moans of all that was left of the petty gang.

Two figures immerged from the dust. One, a tall, powerful figure roughly almost a six and a half feet tall, had on a series of sewn leathers part of a set known as ‘Sinister;’ a particularly popular style with the Rogue Isle’s FACE. (The counter part to the hero’s own chain of Super Heroic clothing, ICON)

This man sported a full black uniform, without the pads that normally completed the set. The Sinister pattern was set in a deep red, keeping him dark without overpowering the outfit. He had no mask, but his almost as dark complexion would sometimes make you think otherwise.

He was also bald, but had a goatee. He looked deep in thought, his eyes dead serious as he gazed directly in front of him. But his eyes… His ghastly eyes… They were white. Not completely white, but his iris was white as fresh snow on the first day of winter. He was also well muscled without seeming too large or drugged.

Oh, the second figure. Roughly six feet, skinnier and had a laid back look about him. And he was ashen. His skin, I mean. He had a mask covering everything except his mouth and his eyes, which were supernaturally colorless. He seemed to always be smiling, as well. Not a malicious grin fueled by greed or revenge or the like, but a happy, regular, somewhat dreamy smile.

He also seemed a bit happier to support tights. (Also completely black) What was scrupulous about this man was a dark purple patter only on his chest. He had a black belt with a purple oval buckle, and a large dark purple outline of an eye as a chest symbal. His hair was in a fury, black with more purple highlights.

Over all, these two didn’t exactly look like duo you would normally expect. But in reality, they needed each other more then anything else life had to offer.

“That was fun!” The tights wearing man said aloud with enthusiasm. “What’s next?” He retorted to himself while turning to the man next to him, speaking not a word more then necessary.

The man did not reply, continuing to gaze steadily in to the air in front of him.

The Enthusiastic man nodded. “We best hurry then… Don’t want Arachnos to be followin’ us.”

The black man also nodded and turned to a projected destination of the ferry. From there, he began to walk in a fixed line. His partner held up a second to think and smile once more before taking a step to follow the apparent leader.

With haste, he quickly caught up where they both marched together, side by side, the unlikely duo of the day. It mattered not how long… It really only mattered how they got there. It would be difficult journey indeed, as their destination was Sharkhead, the place of death, low pay and hard labor.

Sharkhead Isle, the land of a thousand crushed dreams…

((OOC)): This might be one of those RPs that just lets you do anything you want, and you have the chance to bump in to another person.

Meaning, you could be solo for a while, or end up teamed the whole time. I'm also guessing he wants us to assume the regular rules. No god-moding, taking control of other players, ect., ect...

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((I have the perfect character for this sort of thing, but I need more information be\fore joining. Where/what is the setting? What should we expect? Are there any other rules we should be aware of?))

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OOC:

I second the above!

Why I agree with Dogma is beyond me!