Khellendrosiic

Well Samuel, first of all, welcome to the Roleplaying forum. You'll find that we're a mix of cliques and random people like anywhere else.

The various brackets such as ((Open RP)), ((Story)), and the other ones denote what kind of thread it is. Typically an Open RP is for anyone to join and participate in the events contained there-in. A Story is just a story, and generally the writer will say whether or not he'd like reviews. Closed RPs are those that have restrictions to joining such as knowing one or more of the main characters of the poster.

As for why you have gotten so few views: I think that many of us who mainly post here don't really know people from the rest of the boards. Your being a brand new name in this section might have led some people to ignore you.

For us, roleplaying in this forum generally entails creating some sort of situation, such as the world getting turned topsyturvey or some ultimate being dragging people from their homes, and then inviting people to come and have their characters fall into that situation and do stuff. Fighting is quite popular. Stories about just about anything are also considered roleplaying, as long as their CoH/V related, of course.

If you want to share stuff, you're looking at the right place. I think this post of yours will go a long way toward making us pay attention to you.

So yeah, enjoy your stay, toss a character into Final Fight, be friendly, join the Essex Fan Club.

EDIT: Oh yeah, you can PM me if you have any other questions. Just an fyi.

There was a loud crunch from outside the lake house and a battered Longbow officer slid off the room and hit the ground with a dull thud.

"Decks the halls and stuff," Brutish Ghoul said as he jumped down next to the officer and threw him back onto the roof.

Dusting off his hands and adjusting his red and green earmuffs and scarf, Ghoul stepped inside and gave Rosie a wave.

"Sup, dog?" he said before he grabbed a tree shaped cookie off a nearby table and snarfed it down.

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"Jingle bells, Statesman smells. Sister Psyche laid an egg! The Phalanx mobile lost a wheel and Lord Recluse got away-AY!" sang Solid Shot as he sped down the streets, his boot thrusters on full.

With a high pitched roar, Solid shot by Essex and the others, probably knocking off hats that weren't held on securely.

"MERRRRRRY CHRISTMAS!" Solid shouted as he did a u-turn and flipped throuhg the air once before landing with both arms held out to the side like a dismounting gymnist.

"Sup, kids and adults?" the android asked, heedless of any damage his fly-by had done.

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OOC: More later.

>_>

<_<

>_>

I AM DISPLEASED.

Solid: *jumps in front of bullet*

OOC: >_> Rosie's group is locked down until I can finally get Commie to post. >_>

STORY LINE IS FOR STORY.

Solid: >_> Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games... Also, I would like to add that I could shoot West five ways from Sunday before he could get that pistol back up. Any takers?

Oh lawd it's West's wife. Maybe we'll find out why she's dead and why he has this strange 'Bring people back from the dead as Reploids' fetish. Are there any others we should know about? Is Burner actually West's deceased father? Genki his nephew? WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE!?!

O hay, blatant bump.

Also an opportunity for me to say that yes, you are allowed to critique or review or something. I even accept flames, though those are generally used to heat my marshmellows.

Two well armored androids stood face to face. The one on the left, his built up targeting eye glowing a dim red in the shadow of the building the two stood under, was painted a flat grey with a few black lightning stripes running down the sides. It looked like someone had taken him straight from the factory floor and given him just a little individuality. The android facing him was painted pure black in a non-reflective paint that seemed to literally suck in the light around him. His targeting eye flared a bright red as he stared at the grey android. Aside from the differences in color, the two of them could have been twins, robots created by the exact same company and production line. Both of them stood stock still, the only movement being the slight swish of their ankle length capes in the light breeze. Each android also had a rifle pressed to the others chin, which was probably the reason why they were standing so still.

The gun that the grey android held was a ramshackle piece of trash that looked like it would fall apart at the slightest wind. But it seemed to exude a sense of lethal practicality, almost seeming to say that despite how bad it looked, it could still kill you two ways to Tuesday. The gun held by the black android was also black with a laser targeter that was trying to burn a hole through the grey android’s ventilator plate. This gun looked like the type of weapon that a professional soldier would use, able to kill you with half the noise and none of the flash of other guns.

“I really, really want one of those,” the grey android said wistfully.

“Prisoners are not allowed to talk,” growled the black android. “Now lay down your arms, Solid Shot, or I will be forced to shoot them off.”

“Wrong,” Solid Shot said. “You, my evil twin double, are under arrest for trying to kill those people back there. So YOU should lay down your arms.”

“My designation is Scatter Shot, you worthless hunk of junk,” Scatter Shot spat out. “And I am merely following the orders given to me by my commanding officer; something that you of all people should understand.”

“Wrong again,” Solid replied. “I’ve long been considered a vigilante by the authorities of where ever the hell I go and answer only to the little angel on my shoulder that’s been on a lunch break for the past three years.”

Scatter Shot’s eye blinked, possibly out of confusion, and Solid took his chance. Firing a heavy slug from his rifle, Solid threw himself to his left, hopefully avoiding any reflexive pulls of the trigger when Scatter’s head blew off in a most satisfying shower of sparks and metal. But apparently he hadn’t given his evil twin enough credit, as the sneaky [censored] had also thrown himself to the left and fired his own gun. This quickly brought about the two thumps as each android hit the ground at the same time and then scrambled to stand back up and open fire.

Solid was the first to stand, and took advantage of this to brace himself and fire a round of buckshot at Scatter, who was just getting to his feet. The evil robot reeled under the shot, but recovered faster than Solid expected and rocketed up into the air to dodge Solid’s follow-up grenade. Cursing, Solid started strafing around Scatter in a circle, firing an entire clip up at the other robot and cursing even more when Scatter nimbly dodged every bullet.

“Your technology is inferior,” Scatter announced as he suddenly dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, cracking the cement under his weight. Flames spewed from his rifle and Solid fell back with one arm and his chest on fire.

“Well you’re uglier!” Solid shouted back as a tendril of blue electricity snaked down his arm and lashed out at Scatter Shot, wrapping around his legs and keeping him from moving.

“And you’re on fire too!” Solid shouted as he ducked under a semi-automatic burst and flipped a switch on his gun. Flames that were almost liquid surged out of a special nozzle on his gun and splashed on the ground around the immobile Scatter Shot. Swiftly gobbling up the air around it, the fire intensified and spread around the evil android.

“Structural integrity holding at 90%,” Scatter scoffed as he easily weathered the flames. Solid, pissed off, tried to leap forward and punch Scatter in the face with an electrified fist. But Scatter was having none of this and blew the hero back with a heavy slug, catching Solid in the chest and warping the armor on his chest around it; a second later, the slug exploded, throwing Solid Shot backwards about ten feet and slamming him up against a brick wall.

“Fuuuuuck…..” Solid moaned as his systems reeled, momentarily overloaded.

“Indeed you are,” Scatter said as the last of the electric tendrils fell from around his legs and he advanced toward the stunned Solid. “Neuron will value your head. He’s still quite upset about your destruction of his secret lab on Primal Earth.”

“Well [censored] him too,” Solid said blearily, staring upward as Scatter Shot walked up to him and calmly pressed the barrel of his gun to Solid’s head.

“Or maybe I can just kill you now,” Scatter said idly as he pulled the trigger.

Solid’s rifle, on which he had been tapping the command to fire its long range missile ever since Scatter started walking toward him, finally launched said missile at Scatter Shot’s leg. With an explosion and a loud crack, the leg shattered at the femur, sending the black android tumbling to the ground. Solid, as quick as a super speeder for a second, snatched up his gun and shoved it under Scatter’s chin.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” Solid crowed as he unsteadily got to his feet, his systems still recovering from the initial shock and his armor damaged by the explosion of his own missile. “I bet you’re ruing the day we met now, huh.”
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“I rue nothing,” Scatter Shot said simply. “And the tables are still in my favor.”

Fast as lightning, Scatter’s hand wrapped around the barrel of Solid’s gun and flared with red lightning. The gun didn’t explode, as some action movies would have you think, but several important moving bits fused, making it impossible to fire. Scatter followed up on his sudden advantage by planting his good foot against Solid’s chest and pushing hard, knocking the other robot sprawling once more against the wall.

“Hell no!” Solid shouted as Scatter rolled and grabbed his gun in the same motion, coming up with it pointed at Solid….and the grenade that Solid was holding in his hand.

“Hot potato!” the hero said cheerfully and lobbed the grenade at Scatter. The villain instinctively brought his arms up in front of his face as the grenade exploded a mere foot from his face. The shrapnel shredded through his rifle and wrecked it just as thoroughly as he had Solid’s. Scatter Shot threw the gun to one side and slapped his hands against the ground as he pushed, overcharging the artificial muscles in his arms, and leapt up through the air at Solid.

Solid, unprepared for this, was barely able to bring one hand up in a feeble defense. Scatter’s blow, the red electricity coursing through his hands visible a hundred meters away, shattered Solid’s arm completely. The two fell amidst a short rain of metal shards and started wrestling over the ground, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

After a few moments of this, Scatter managed to gain the advantage, leaning up over Solid and preparing to pound the hero’s face into the pavement. But Solid managed to land one final punch right under his chin, dislodging the ventilator grate that Scatter Shot had in place of a mouth and knocking him off the hero. Easily recovering, Scatter Shot looked down at his heroic counterpart and gave him a brief scan. Noticing that Solid’s power levels were at an all-time low, Scatter moved in for the finishing blow.

Scatter Shot! came a sudden radio call. Where the hell are you? I need you at my lab NOW!

Scatter Shot froze in the act of reaching toward Solid. He was just moments away from ending the life of a sworn enemy but his master had sent him an order. And above all else, Scatter Shot obeyed orders.

“You’ve managed to win this time,” Scatter Shot spat as a panel in his right wrist flipped up and flashed twice before flipping back down. “But next time we meet, I’ll send you back to that Chinese sweat shop you came from.”

Solid watched silently as Scatter Shot’s form slowly vanished, his emergency teleporter taking him away to Neuron’s lab for repairs. The two androids, one grey, one black, stared at each other the whole time until Scatter Shot was gone. Then, slowly and laboriously, Solid pulled himself to his feet and activated a secure channel.

“All’s clear,” he said as he heard the sounds of celebration from a small shack to his right. “Time to bring em to a new home.”

The glowing blue whirlpool of a portal opened up in front of the hero as the half dozen women and children that would have been a part of one of Neuron’s twisted experiments ran up from behind him and helped drag him into the light.

OOC: I still hate you all with a burning passion, but acing my frakkin' test tomorrow will help.

>_> *glares at Hal and Essex* You two should have known why I was glaring at you.

>_> >_> >_> *GLARES AT HAL WITH BURNING EYES OF HATE*

I'll give you until Thursday. Then I'm coming over to where ever you're hiding and dragging you kicking and screaming back to post in WtWB.

If you refuse, I'll sic Essex on you. >_> She'll worry you to tears or something.

On a side note: <_< Does it seem that Essex is posting less lately as well?

LIES.

Yes we do. It would be endlessly hilarious.

EDIT: >_> And this is the first time I've posted directly after a red name. I feel special.

<_< Special in a good way. >_>

Well.....you could always have set up a simul-thread in Virtue or something. I'm sure there'd be no end of people who'd sign up there.

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Now we just need to have a new holiday mission with all of that spawning as an ambush, with each ambush saying their respective line


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>_> *looks at the five Super Arachnoids*

<_< *looks at the ten Warwolves*

>_> *glares at eight Madness Mages*

Doing this on Villainous, kthxbai.

OOC: Don't mind me. I blame finals, after all. >_> And also myself for being busy when both Commie and Soviet are on MSN, thus preventing me from getting their story post lined up.

You guys just go ahead and whatever, as long as you don't leave the ship until Commie gets his post in. Especially you, Devious. I want to see what Acid does while he's being followed. Kinda important to plans.

"And up!" Toy had shouted when the first shockwave had come at them, prompting all of his bots to jump into the air, dodging it.

"And here comes the next one!" Toy shouted out as they all scattered from the hand sweep and then jumped over the shockwave.

"Let him have it, boys!" Toy ordered as they fell to the ground once more and opened fire with lasers and missiles, aiming for the head, while Toy pulled back slightly and began scanning the Consumed, searching for anything that looked like a weakspot.

Archlich, on the other hand, had weathered the first soul drain with some amount of agony. Thankfully, the same will that had kept him going for thousands of years also kept him from just giving up right now. The lich retaliated with a burst of energy but was unable to follow up before the second shockwave sent him sprawling to the ground.

"You shall die by my hand!" the lich shouted angrily as he stood back up and began slinging bolts of pure magic out of his hands at the Consumed like a pair of never ending six shooters.

Yay! All together now!

On the twelfth(sp?) day of Christmas the gaming gods gave to me:

Twelve new custom pieces,
Eleven Mushrooms mezzing!
Ten Warwolves howling,
Nine Tsoo Sorcerers,
Eight Madness Mages,
Seven Fiends a-fighting,
Six Morts a-rezzing,
Fiiiiive Super Aaaa-rachnoids!
Four Master Illusionists,
Three Spectral Lords,
Two Air Thorn Casters,
And a Sapper in a Devouring Earth Treeeeee!

Go ahead. We were just checking to see if you knew there was an official history for her.

But by all means, there are loads of alternate dimensions out there. Who's to say your story can't be about that?

By which I mean, go ahead and write it anyway.

Yep. Around that level.

OOC: lol, hold on posts until I get back from class to advance the story.

Until I have time to actually post. >_>

>_>

On the fifth day of Christmas, the gaming gods gave to me:
Fiiiiiive Super Arachnoids! Four Master Illusionists, three Nerva Spectral Lords, two Air Thorn Casters, and a Sapper in a Devouring Earth treeeeeee!

Name: Solid Shot
Level: 39
Global Handle: @Khellendrosiic
Archetype: Blaster
Primary: Assault Rifle
Secondary: Electricity Manipulation

Solid Shot touched down in the Bone Yard of Perez Park and looked around at the groups of gang bangers surrounding him. The hero reached behind his cape and pulled out his assault rifle, a technological masterpiece of engineering and warcraft. Surveying the nervous Skulls around him with his targeting eye, Solid took aim at a particularly large group of the gang members.

About thirty minutes and fifty confirmed arrests later, Solid had made up his mind about the odd invitation he had found in the mail yesterday. Shooting thugs had always helped him think and the android chuckled as he slung his rifle over one shoulder.

"I am so wishing for an [censored] load of cash."


Name: Brutish Ghoul
Level: 39
Global Handle: @Khellendrosiic
Archetype: Brute
Primary: Dark Melee
Secondary: Invulnerability

"What the hell is this?" Ghoul muttered through a face full of cereal as he looked down at the slip of paper Toy Dispenser had handed to him.

"Mail time," the android mastermind said. "And you've actually got something besides junk mail for once."

"Huh," Ghoul grunted as he hastily wolfed down the last of his food and opened up the paper. After a few minutes spent reading and pondering, Ghoul slipped the paper into the pocket of his tattered jeans.

"Good news?" Toy asked absently as he fiddled around with the refridgerator.

"Yep," Ghoul said as he pushed his chair out from the table and stood up. "Ya mind havin' one of your bots clean my room for me while I'm gone?"

"Business trip?" Toy asked.

"Somethin' like that," Ghoul said and grinned, his teeth the same color as his milky white eyes. "I think I'm gonna go win myself a fight with Statesman."

"Be careful," Toy remarked as he continued fiddling around with the back of the fridge, utterly oblivious to what Ghoul had said.

Name: Painpipe Wielder
Level: 11
Global Handle: @Khellendrosiic
Archetype: Tanker
Primary: Ice Armor
Secondary: War Mace

"WELL THIS IS INTERESTING!" the Wielder of the Painpipe said to himself as he looked at the letter addressed to himself that Gladys had observed on the body of a Family goon. "APPARENTLY THERE IS TO BE A TOURNAMENT AND I AM INVITED!"

Several moments passed in silence as Wielder looked down at the bent lead pipe in his hand.

"VERY WELL, WE SHALL GO TO THIS TOURNAMENT AND WIN FOR GREAT JUSTICE!"

Several more moments passed.

"I SHALL WISH FOR GOOD TO TRIUMPH OVER EVIL, OF COURSE!"

I understand your dilema. I too, much prefer RPing villains than heroes. The best suggestion I can offer you is to think up some silly cliche that you think is funny and then make a hero off of it. Either that or just have one of your villains pretending to be a hero in order to figure out the other side.

That's all I can suggest. Good luck.

Solid: But at least I'm a friendly psychopath!

OOC: Eh sure. Why not. Make things more interesting, anyway. Also, AD, if you'd been reading some of the earlier posts, you'd know that Portal Corp doesn't exist in this reality. Instead it's a university. Your contact is waiting for you by the big hole in the ground at the northern edge of the campus.

BIC: "It's Liuetenant Richter, ma'am," the armored rebel said as the small group got moving. "My apoligies for not giving my name earlier. And ignore the extra legs if you would, they get cramped if they're tucked in all day."

The former leader of Arachnos, now just a simple rebel, took up a rear guard position behind Bear. As the group had gotten moving, two more spider legs unfolded themselves and draped down his back limply as though tired. Along with his extra limbs, Richter was armed with a large pistol that looked capable of firing grenades; which it did, actually.

OOC: Lol, itsa Recluse.

"Your orders?" Toy Dispenser asked Archlich as he looked down at Acid's car from the tower.

"Let them go," Archlich said, waving his hand wearily while his other hand cradled his head. "There will be another time and place for his death."

"Very well," the android replied and then radioed the command.

"And get rid of that damn ship while you're at it," Archlich added after Toy had finished speaking.

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"Well that's a whole lot of bullhockey," Short Iron cursed as he and his gang dove out of the way of Acid's car.

"That it *click breathe* is," Atmoic Firecracker agreed from his position about fifteen feet in the air from where he had been standing. A nebulous green glow surrounded him as he slowly dropped back down to the ground.

"And idea what the boss was thinking?" Short Iron pressed as he got up and dusted himself off.

"You could *click breathe* always ask him *click breathe* yourself."

"Nah. I like my kneecaps."

"Let's get *click breathe* back."

"Yeah."

As Acid sped away, he would encounter no resistance. He would, however, probably detect several dozen mystical familiars trailing behind him invisibly.

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The global defense grid had finally recieved a go order. The position of the enemy spacecraft had been checked, rechecked, and triangulated with the best technology that money could buy and the best magical spells that Archlich could dredge from his volumnous memory. Their target in clear view, effectively, the satellite grid began charging.

For about thirty seconds the sky was filled with hundreds of new stars as each individual satellite built up a powerful magical charge, glowing a bright, bright blue as they did so.

Once their charging was complete, one satellite nearest the target was chosen to fire the resulting beam. The chosen satellite disentigrated into a ball of blue energy as the charges of every other satellite were pumped into it. The ball of energy rivalled the sun until it suddenly vanished.

But this vanishing was pure fiction. In reality, the ball merely turned into a form of energy that caused anything that it washed over to no longer exist. The beam, visible to sensors only because it read as completely dead space, lanced out at Acid's ship at speeds far surpassing the speed of light.

In an instant, the ship and all of its crew were gone, wiped from that point of time and all others after it.

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"Let's get going, commanders," the armored soldier said. "It's not a good idea to wait around any longer than neccessary."

Indeed, the other rebels were already splitting up and heading their own ways. Now that the temporary crisis was over, their original orders were remembered and the long trek to the nearest rebel base begun.

"Permission to accompany you and Sub-commander Cortianna, ma'am," the soldier said with a snappy salute. "I'd rather not leave you in your state with an enemy captive. And begging the Sub-Commander's pardon, I'm sure he could know of a way to disable a psyker if her guard went down for a moment. Three pairs of eyes are much better than two, sirs."

While the rebel was talking, a pair of thin mechnical spider legs detatched out of hidden slots on his back and arched up into the air over his helmeted head.
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"I'm afraid I have never heard of Greensryche Industries," Dark Animator said with a sad smile. "But that shouldn't matter. Why don't you assist our feathered friend along as we head a bit deeper into the woods. I sense an old magical battle there and its lingering aura will help muffle the sound of my transport scroll."

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OOC: I dunno what you're doing, Darkstorm. Nothing I can do till you get to Peregrine Isle.

Did I miss anyone?

"It appears they're not trying to actively fight at least some of us," Toy said as one of his Consumed's dodged a punch and slid off toward Hal. "I'd suggest we keep the little green kid from getting killed."

"Got it boss," Combat Toy said as it stumbled back from a hard punch. His return swing was dodged as the Consumed just melted into a puddle to avoid it.

"But these [censored] just won't stand still!" Combat Toy shouted angrily as it blasted the puddle with a plasma beam.

"Idea," Toy said and dropped a powerful detention field around Mini Bot's Consumed.

Lifting his hands up into the air, Toy caused the field, along with the Consumed trapped inside, to rise up into the air. After he reached a height of about thirty feet, Toy dropped the shield and sent out a command.

Those looking toward Toy's area of the fight might have been a bit blinded by the explosion of red light and blue fire that streaked up into the air at the falling Consumed.

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"Pitiful," Archlich said as he easily dodged a clumsy blow from his attacker. With his body chilled and slowed by Archlich's magics, the brute was easy prey to the energy blasts that slowly but surely eroded it into pieces.

"Just lay down and die," Archlich spat as he stepped forward and placed a hand on the Consumed's chest.

The resulting explosion would put a hole through someone's chest the size of a basketball and blow them about twenty feet back.

Archlich glowered at both Acid and Kef, the scenery suddenly shifting back to its former pure white endless landscape.

"What they will do is drive themselves into extinction," Archlich growled. "They survived their previous mistakes not because they were 'growing' or 'evolving', but simply because they had managed to avoid screwing up everything. But sooner rather than later, they would have killed their own planet and thusly themselves.

"Humanity as a whole is stupid, I have said, and stupid things generally die out through their inability to survive or through their own actions. The human race would have committed suicide in that alternate timeline. But here, now, I can change that. Even in the current situation, global pollution is at least fifty percent lower than it was before. Part of this is from the new widespread use of magic over technology.

"But once the time is right," Archlich said, his brow unfurrowing and his arms slowly lifting up toward the blank white sky. "Once the time is right, I, the great Overmagus of this world shall lift humanity out of its ashes and lead us into a true Golden Age! With the knowledge of centuries behind me I shall rule more wisely and benevolently than any other ruler of men in the past. We shall expand and take our place among the universe's denizens as a great Imperium of Man!"

With his hands still uplifted as though trying to reach up and drag the sky down to his level, Archlich looked at Acid and Kefetasura one last time, his brilliant blue glowing eyes boring into theirs.

"And who are you to try and prevent this glorious thing from happening? You are nothing."

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And then just as suddenly as it had happened, Acid and Kef were back in their own bodies, watching as Acid's phase shifted car slammed into an invisible shield around Archlich's tower. The car seemed to freeze, none of its systems working or responding to commands. It would remain like this until the phase system shut down on its own, at which point the car would reactivate and be fire upon by the rapid reaction force which was even now closing on its location.