PlagueOfUndeath

The constant attention infuriated the rabbit. His little brothers and sisters were being torn apart by the barrage. Worse yet, a bunch of little nothings began attacking him.

The Hellion, Mr. Burndaddy, and the Freak, Chops McGee, both opened fire on the big bad bunny.
The big thing seemed to absorb the bullets, each successive round would make the bunny more and more angry.

The big bunny picked out his target closest to him: a big, burly human that was pounding away at his family, and two guys with guns that seemed to have a deathwish.
With a loud, un-bunnylike roar, he reached for the big burly fellow and grabbed his arms.
The bunny easily snapped the brute's arms off (OOC: Oh, before I forget, don't worry if you get INJURED, be worried if you DIE) and swatted him aside. He then turned to the hellion and spat a bunch of green goo onto him.
The hellion felt himself singe, burn, and finally melt, leaving just more green goo and a pile of bones.
Chops, terrified, ceased firing and ran towards the bus stop where Concerto and his remaining gang were hiding.
The bunny followed, easily ignoring the fire and bullets (OOC: BTW, the little bunnies ARE immune to fire, as posted above) and leapt up on top of the already crowded bus stop, turning to Concerto himself and roaring in his face.
The stench smelled of burning rubber and lettuce.

The rabbit squealed in pain and then fell limp.
No sooner did it flop on the ground than a blood curdling shriek permeate the city street.
Within moments, more little bunnies crawled out of alleyways, mailboxes, and telephone booths.
But, that wasn't the worst of it.
From the top of a building, a gigantic, seven foot tall bunny with posture like a dinosaur leapt down and landed on the street, cracking the pavement.
This effect was the final straw that cause any remaining pedestrians to scatter, leaving only a few panicked people huddled on the ground.
One of which was about to be squished by the newly arrived giant bunnny.

The fireball impacted on the rabbit, burning the street around him and charring the bodies of several nearby pedestrians. They never saw the flames, nor what caused them, they just spontaneously charred to a crisp from their perspective.
The rabbit, however, was irritated. It opened its mouth and launched a green colored ball of energy at darkgun. He dodged, and the ball hit a car behind him and exploded
(OOC: You're "out of phase" with reality, if you open fire you need to remember that, atm, there are innocents nearby. They can't see, hear, smell, or taste you, but any kind of physical force from a tap on the shoulder to an explosion will be felt)

"Just to shut you up I'll answer all three. Froo-Froo Bunny is your target. It will try to kill you. I'll send you there momentarily," the Benefactor turned to 2.0, "as for how I bypassed the medical teleporters? That was simple enough, given my powers. Everytime someone uses a medical teleporter, it HAS to emit a signal and the signal HAS to be picked up by something. I merely intercepted the signal. Quite easy when you know what I do. Which is all I'm sharing."
The Benefactor pulled a small device, clearly of Rikti origin, and pressed a button.
"Goodbye, for now, maybe I'll see some of you again."
All seven remaining people were teleported away from the room with a flash.
When the light cleared, they were on a busy city street. All around them were people, and sitting next to a fire hydrant was a suspicious looking white rabbit...
However, none of the people seemed to notice them or the rabbit, despite the fact that all seven of the "players" were standing in the middle of the road.

(OOC: And we begin...)
The last two to enter the room were different than the rest. The others could tell instantly that they were gang hooligans. Two bore the familiar dress of the hellions, and the third was covered head to toe in metal, a member of the Freakshow.
"Yes, this shall do nicely," The Benefactor said, finally standing up.
"Who're you?! Why're we here?! TALK!" one of the hellions demanded.
"I am...The Benefactor. You are at my mercy, it is by my will alone that you are alive right now. I offer you the chance to live."
"Mebbe we'll just KILL YOU!" the same hellion said, and charged directly at him.
The Benefactor was perfectly calm. He snapped his fingers, and the hellion exploded.
"I assure you, this is REAL. You are not the first, and you are not going to be the last. You will play this Game, or you will die," The Benefactor eyed each person in the room, "Simply complete the object, and you live another day. Now, your first task is to kill Froo-Froo Bunny. Quite annoying, I assure you. Any questions? I will allow two."

Reishi saw the men and women falling from the sky, landing on cars, street, street lamps, and even phone booths.
She heard a massive, rattling explosion in the distance.
Definately NOT good.

(OOC: At 1 PM-ish PST, when i get back from church, i'll start, filling the spots as needed)

[ QUOTE ]
((meh? I don't clarify myself well?))

[/ QUOTE ]
(OOC: Correction: you don't FORMAT yourself well there's a difference)

(ya might wanna use the return key a bit more often, especially when someone starts talking. makes it easier to read and distinguish who's talking)

...yeah people critique me, you'll prolly say i'm a lil too "controlling" or dominant. It's genetic, believe me, i try to work around it.
i enjoy writing my own stuff, unfortunately i have YET to finish anything (I had a VERY long story going that i was going to have a friend draw but...she never drew more than one page, then i started writing stuff with my laptop but it broke, so i writer stuff by hand when i feel the urge)
I have, give or take, between ten and twenty different incomplete stories featuring about thirty characters total, some of which transition into new roles in different stories
So, yeah, a couple weeks ago i decided to try an RP on here. Already had a clash about my style...learned from it though
I don't like having my characters just do something and not explain WHY they did it.

[ QUOTE ]
Coldfire Kaiser (fire/ice blaster) has an ice sword which is not only an extention of his mutational powers but a manifestation of his malice and hatred.


[/ QUOTE ]
interesting concept having a sword forged from malice and hatred. Usually malice and hatred make things burst into flame

(OOC: since most of you seem to lose all your powers or retain all your powers, i think i'll go with a "mixed origin" character, y'know like Spider-Man or Wolverine or Batman. So by losing her "acquired" powers, my character is HALF as powerful rather than fully powered or powerless)
Reishi woke up with a start. Her room was suddenly very, VERY cold. Normally, her "inner fire", a technique that called upon certain mystical forces to do anything from protect her with a fiery aura to keep her room a crisp 65 degrees at all times. However, she felt her link...drop.
She couldn't call her flames anymore. Out of anger, she stomped on the floor.
And promptly fell seven stories through the floorboards. Luckily for her, some company had paid most of the tenants to move out some time ago so they could buy the building. Reishi, however, liked her room, and refused to move from her little apartment in King's Row.
Yep, her super strength still worked. She stepped out into the street and noticed heroes literally falling out of the sky.
"This could be bad," she said aloud.

(OOC: Actually there's 3 people other than you and The Benefactor. And just because it's taking a while to get up to 7 people, if we don't have six characters by tomorrow i'll throw in some "dummy" characters, most likely just random hellions or freakshow, and yes they'll be cannon fodder.)
The Benefactor sat silent, seeming to ignore the question but still give Experiment 2.0 attention.

[ QUOTE ]
Sounds good, kind of a ninja/demon theme going around lol.

[/ QUOTE ]
In japan, respect for blades is emphasized originally because steel and iron were rare, and the blades created by smiths had to be top notch or else they'd be a waste of metal. Over time legends began to develop about katana having their own souls (actually, in shintoism, everything from trees to bobby pins have souls) and some would gain sentience. The most infamous are swords crafted by Muramasa, which were frequently used as killing implements and were thus regarded as demonic in nature.
My character, Sacred East Wind, has a blade that takes that approach.

Rensai (It has a longer name but i hate typing it, oh and it's not a real blade, i've just been using it in my creations for a while) was fashioned using the most modern of methods: a nearly indestructible alloy, plus sharpening with lasers. The sword didn't begin to gain sentience til it began slaying demons. The "Greatest Story Ever Told" thread has a lot of info about it, but once it leaves that story for good it'll lose a lot of its power. Basically it's the pinnacle of technology, science, and magic, combined with Sacred's ungodly training involving blades, and it's a weapon to TRULY be feared.
If you don't know how to use it, it's just a fancy giant sized kitchen knife though, like all swords.

best way is to just imagine how your character would act and speak and act as they would.
frankly it's a bit easier for superheroes set in the modern day since the setting is contemporary and you don't need to stretch your grasp of different mindsets as far.

think like a comic book writer

The first two had arrived. Time was a fickle thing, The Benefactor had marked his targets already, but they wouldn't appear until they, well, "died".
He stood up and clapped his hands. Instantly a butler entered the room with a large platter and placed it on a table nearby.
"Help yourself, gentlemen, I don't feel like explaining myself several times so do be patient."

(OOC: The more characters ye got, the better )

OK here's how this works: A mysterious figure known only as "The Benefactor" is, for reasons to be revealed, holding a game, of the deadly kind.
I'm not gonna beat around the bush here: If you participate in this RP, be prepared for your character to die. There are no hospitals, there's no magic resurrection spells or abilities. Of course for the sake of continuity, the "you" that is fighting is an exact copy of yourself, so the real you won't be dying.
"The Game" is broken down into rounds, each with a specific objective ranging from outright destroying something, to delivering something, to merely surviving for a set amount of time.
Since you ARE clones, each person has a mark upon them, this cannot be removed, and if you try to leave the area, you die. Period.
Each round has a max of 10 people, if your character dies you can feel free to rejoin as another character but the previous character can't be brought back. And just to reiterate: they're still alive in the real world, but they can only participate once.
Also: no all powerful demons, and no one is invincible. The Benefactor is setting up this game, and chooses the participants, naturally something that would be a threat to him would be either discluded all together, or severely depowered.
Fighting each other is not recomended. You'll have plenty to worry about.
More rules: When you survive a match, you're awarded points. Five points for surviving the round and 10 points for each completed objective. When you reach 100 points, you win, and get to leave. At least, that's your incentive. None of the characters are supposed to know that they've been copied.
(And before you ask, yes this is inspired by GANTZ)
Begin character introductions, for the first round just to get the ball rolling, everyone is permitted two characters. So that's five people for round one.
Oh yes, and i will NOT be having any characters in the game of my own other than The Benefactor and the NPCs.
The game begins when I see 10 introductions: The idea is you have a near death experience, and rather than a hospital, you end up here, in the den of a large mansion in front of a well-dressed man in a chair.

[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ]
(OOC: Hewo, i hope i do this right!! Purple=Sacred, Yellow=bright star; if you can't read it, i'll adjust the colors)

[/ QUOTE ]

((Ack! The purple is unreadable against the red background.))

[/ QUOTE ]
(i changed it to green...it's the only time i'm gonna use it anyway)

(OOC: Hewo, i hope i do this right!! Green=Sacred, Yellow=bright star; if you can't read it, i'll adjust the colors)

Her mission was clear, crystal clear. It was too easy in fact. Her employer wanted her to snatch an artifact from a rich schmuck living in Atlas Park. No small feat...unless you're a trained kunoichi like Asuka Tendou AKA Sacred East Wind.
She was on the third floor now, the guards proved to be little challenge to her. Typical.
Fourth floor. Guards armed with Uzis. Still too easy.
Fifth floor. No guards. Odd.
Sixth floor. This is where the relic is supposed to be. Good, looks like only one hero guarding it.
Wait...
Crap...
It's her...

BOOOOOORRRRRRIIIIIIING!!!
Tara Mason, AKA Bright Star, paced around the room impatiently, her red cape flopping against her boots. She was asked, rather insistantly, to guard this relic, a statue of some kind of demon or something...she didn't know, nor did she care. She had accidentally flown into an office building window last week, and had to pay for it. The president of the company offered to excuse the fee if she "volunteered" to watch the relic for him this weekend.
What a waste of a weekend!
She fell backwards and floated in midair, thinking about what she'd eat that night.
I think I'd like...pasta...
She was just going over the sauce in her mind when she heard the door fly open.
Standing at the doorway was someone she REALLY didn't want to fight...

The two women stared at each other for a few seconds, then exploded into movement almost instantaneously. Asuka dodged Tara's initial punch and leapt towards the relic. Tara responded by grabbing for Asuka's legs, causing Asuka to fall flat on her face. When she got up, Asuka's scarf was no longer concealing her mouth, displaying the all-too familiar cold scowl. She lunged towards Tara, attempted to slice her head off. Tara raised her arm and stopped the blade with her forearm. Painful, but not as much as it could have been.
Angered, Tara picked up a refridgerator nearby and hurled it at Asuka...forgetting that Asuka's reflexes were superb
and forgetting that Asuka was standing in front of the relic's case.
The refridgerator obliterated the case, and the relic fell to the ground and...exploded?
They both covered their eyes as a bright white flash emanated from the object.
When they opened their eyes, they were on a grassy field.
Tara turned and looked at Asuka and Asuka did the same. They noticed right away that they were both wearing Meiji-era battle clothing, and a large, light blue and white coat.
"Shinsengumi?" Asuka said aloud.
"The whatamawhatsit?" Tara asked.
"Your headband. Says Shinsengumi"
"Guess yours does too" Tara says after looking herself over, "Since we're dressed the same n all. What's the Shinsengumi anyway?"
"A group of imperial troops from the bakumatsu era. Lots of stories written, they became legendary"
"Somethin tells me none o them was a blonde bombshell like me, though!"
"They hated gaijin actually."
"Start makin sense! And why ain't you attackin me?"
"No point. No profit. Why haven't YOU attacked ME?"
"Cuz you seem ta know a helluva lot more 'bout this than i do. Ya definately know how to use these better at any rate" she points to the katana and wakizashi at her side, "Hey why ye got three and ah only got two?" she pointed to the hilt poking up from Asuka's back underneath the coat.
"I guess we keep important tools...I still have my caltrops and poisons as well"
"I din't get anythin"
"Try flying"
Tara easily floats in midair, "Oh...guess that's fair then"
Off in the distance, Tara and Asuka hear a series of gunshots.
"Come" Asuka says, and runs off towards the gunshots.
Tara shrugs and follows.
Asuka easily maneuvars through the trees, jumping from one to the next with relative ease, while Tara had to dodge and weave through each tree.
Finally, they found the source of the gunshots: A group of malta, a weird girl in a cloak, and some kind of lycanthrope stood out the most.
Asuka remained hidden while Tara flew out at full speed from the copse of trees, into plain view of everyone else.
Typical Asuka thought to herself.

i think i'll post one for my villain just for the heck of it:
Roy: S-s-so...you're a villain?
Sacred East Wind: Yes
Roy: How did you~*GULK*
Sacred: *Pulls sword out from his throat* I don't like questions

think i'll go with a Q/A list

Roy Field, Interviewer: *sits down* So, um, what's your name, miss?
Bright Star: Tara Mason, Bright Star
Roy: Aren't you worried about revealing your secret identity?
Bright: Why? I ain't got nothin to hide.
Roy: What about your enemies? Aren't you afraid for your family?
Bright: Pa's an ex-cop, my sister's a supervillain. Mah name's the least of mah worries
Roy: Interesting...uh...accent you got there
Bright: Thanks, ya gonna ask anythin' worthwhile now?
Roy: R-r-right...um...anyway...how did you become a hero?
Bright: Well, ah like to say ah was born inta it. See, ah ain't a human, ah'm an alien
Roy: An alien? from where?
Bright: Dunno, ah was jus' a baby when ah came here, ain't got nothin from mah home planet cept mah flesh and bones
Roy: I-I see...so where do your powers come from?
Bright: Like ah said, ah was born wit 'em. Ah could fly when ah was three, an' take a bullet witout flinchin' when ah was five
Roy: How'd you find THAT out?
Bright: Well, it weren't no bullet actually. It was a truck...a semi-truck
Roy: So what made you decide to be a hero?
Bright: Ah now THAT'S a story! As ah said, heroin' is in th' blood, mah sister was born with the powa to control fire, call herself "Bright Sun", ah think cuz it had somethin to do with radiation. Anyway, she is older than me bah a few years, so ah always looked up ta her...
Roy: Wait, "Bright Sun"? didn't she...
Bright: Yeh, she got inta a fight durin the Rikti war an' turned evil...ah left home ta find out why.
Roy: So you became a hero to find out about your sister?
Bright: No, ah was heroin' for three years before that. ah fought in the rikti war
Roy: But that was~!
Bright: Yeh, ah was about twelve when th war happened. They sent dem battlecruisers ova ta th midwest ta burn our crops. Ah fought em, since mah sister was in Paragon City already. Mos of da farmers was ready ta give up, but ah kept fightin, and fightin, til dey finally left
Roy: Y-you fought off the Rikti? when you were TWELVE?!
Bright: When ye got somehtin ye need to protect, ye fight ten times as hard ta protect it. ah'm strong, if ah'm not doin mah best to protect th people ah love, then ah ain't worthy of havin mah powers.
Roy: So...have your powers ever caused any problems for you?
Bright: Yes. Ah could neva get a date, since ah'm a lot stronger den all th boys. They was scared of me.... ah also have ta be real careful around things...
Roy: Your super strength is hard to control?
Bright: More like...ah feel like ah'm inna world made outta stained glass...everythin's so fragile and beautiful...ah can't lose control even for a second, or someone could git hurt, or worse...luckily ere in paragon, ah can cut loose sometimes. It's good fer th nerves y'know
Roy: I see....so you're one of those heroes with a code against killing?
Bright: Are ye kiddin? If ye keel someone, ye ain't a hero! Part of bein a hero is settin an example fer all the kids! Ye need to give em somethin ta look upta, ta idolize. All dem gritty anti-heroes ain't doin anyone favors, they're jus addin salt to th wound, when all it needs is a bandaid
Roy: R-r-right...well...anything else you wanna add before I finish here?
Bright: Jus a message to all th heroes: ye were given powers fer a reason, don't squander em on petty squabbles, be a HERO!
Roy: Well, thank you very much Ms. Mason...
Bright: Call meh Tara
Roy: Right...well, thank you for your time
Bright: No problem Roy, take care!

[ QUOTE ]
Maestro's info window used to mention his conflict with SPIDER. Manticore mentioned later that "Just to be clear there is no spider, only Arachnos.".

I'm not sure if it has been fixed yet, but I have my doubts.

[/ QUOTE ]
it hasn't, killed em just the other day

[ QUOTE ]
So, who thinks the Arachnos Flier could be the CoV version of Hammi?

[/ QUOTE ]
nope
from the sound of rumors i hear, we may be fighting the Freedom Phalanx...

[ QUOTE ]
Damn, I was hoping for a nice looking city. Kindof like Atlas park with expensive skyscrapers/etc. Right now every zone looks like a combo of Kings/creys (all beat to hell).

Got my fingers crossed for a future update....

[/ QUOTE ]
um, Rogue Isles is a dictatorship, run by an evil overlord who likes spiders and dresses like a magneto knock off
he don't like pretty

[ QUOTE ]

We will probably slip in some NPCs who can buyback Enhancements at somepoint, but the trainer issue is a little more difficult from a technical standpoint.

[/ QUOTE ]
Add arbiter uh...Paul to the villain's side, make war witch the hero trainer
i think that'd work?