PlagueOfUndeath

"I wouldn't do that," Mo explained, "Needle's needles dissolve after about 24 hours."

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The only 'ferryman to the underworld' I can think of was the guy in greek mythology who you had to pay to get across the river Styx. I think his name was Karon or Karos or something...

Go figure what the guy spent that money on.

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Greece wasn't the only culture with a guide to the underworld that had to be paid...
Japan had the Sanzu river

(OOC: Don't think anyone's in the same part of town as them...)

(OOC: If you can't keep up I give you permission to go on a solo mission against the Family)

(OOC: And I love writing them. He's the only male character of mine that actually exists (sometimes) in game. The reason being Ryuji is kinda hard to depict since his signature jacket isn't available. And I'm waitin on Trenchcoats for Nicholas)

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It's not that one. It's an underworld ferryman guy, whose name I simply cannot remember for more than a few seconds.

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the Egyptian guide to the Underworld was Anubis.

"We're fine," Mo answered both questions, "Bin here's never been hit by Needle. Not that he's hit anyone himself. Ever."
She said this with a glare at Bin.
"Hate fighting," Bin said, shrugging.
"Anyway," Mo said, turning to Bonehead and running over to him and punching him in the gut.
"Ow, woman! Dat be mah onlay weakness, yo!" he exclaimed, doubling over in pain.
"Only weakness my cute lil' [censored]! You're vulnerable everywhere EXCEPT your head, [censored]! Especially HERE!" she proceeded to kick him in a place that caused most men to experience the voice of a woman. For Bonehead it just made his already annoying voice even more high pitched.
"Why yo hittin me anyway? Needle da one dat shot evertin!"
"Because YOU TOLD HIM TO! Bruiser and Needle only listen to YOU asswipe!" Mo said, kicking him again.
"And so the one called Strings asked the little one called Mo why she did not mention his name," Strings said to absolutely no one. As usual.
"Because you don't listen to anyone," Mo added, still kicking Bonehead everywhere except his head.
"The one known as Strings understood the midget named Mo's point. He then ceased speaking," Strings said, again to seemingly no one.
"Weirdo," Mo said to no one in particular.
Suddenly Bruiser stood up and screamed HUNGRY at the top of his lungs, and charged off in a random direction.
"Damn," Bonehead said, standing up, "Now ah gotta chase afta heem! C'mon you two!"
Thus, 'Over the Edge' was off once more on a bizarre whirlwind adventure to the local pizza joint.
"Glad that's over with," Mo said, turning back to the others, "You guys wanna grab a bite? Donny's is have a Root Zoot Riot sale or something on pancakes."
(OOC: Yes that's a reference to Denny's)

(OOC: It's actually 'Needle', singular. The reason is he talks in third person and has a lisp. It really showed when he'd say "This is Needles' guitar")
Needle exploded in a barrage of...well, needles. Fortunately most of the civilians were behind something, but those that weren't were not covered head to toe in tiny metal needles. Bruiser included. Of course, it was difficult to tell the difference between the actual needs and the numerous body piercings he had already.
What made matters worse for the Family goons caught in the blast was that the needles hit them from the front and were thin enough to not cause serious injury on their own. Of course, they were still plenty painful.
"Let's git outta here!" one of the goons who had hidden behind a garbage can yelled. And so they got up and ran away from the Over the Edge members, carrying the injured members.
They ran, and they ran...until they rounded a corner...
Into a group of Outcast Torchers.
"Checkmate," the lead Torcher, Antonio, said.
No one ever heard from those goons alive again.

"Anotha victory for OVA DA EDGE!" Bonehead yelled to the cowering citizens.
"Piss off!" an old man yelled, throwing a brick at Bonehead, hitting him but not fazing him.
"No appreciation," Mo mused, walking up to Sasha and Shannon with her hands in her jacket pockets, "You ok?"

El Guapo Grande ignited his mighty Flames of Supreme Passion and dove after his new companion.
Left and right with his mighty Arms of Supreme Justice, he began to mete out punishment upon the vile Rikti. Some Rikti tried to use their blades, but to no avail! Their blades cracked and melted on his tough hide.
If there was ever a question about whether or not a Rikti in full body armor could bounce, that question was answered today.

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((Just remember Plague, this isn't an Action RP. Don't worry about excitement just yet. Ninjin has some great events in store for everyone soon. No one will be disappointed.))

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(OOC: You realize I was kidding right?)

Mo and Bin watched Frankie step out of the alleyway and ran over to him.
"Run. Now," Bin said, passing him.
Just then, Needle stepped out of the Over the Edge car, his skin becoming covered head to toe with tiny needles.
Even the Family looked panicked, and most of the civilians dove into houses and cars.

(OOC: Does that mean we can blow up the office building again?! )

"Hmph," Ryuji grunted, undeterred. Neither he nor After-Image were capable of dying, so he wasn't too worried. The cannon would have to fire again eventually.
He noticed, however, that the ninja guy was flailing and pointing at something: the blocks surrounding the cannon. He was getting a little miffed now. He decided to try something different.
All around him were conduits, paneling, consoles, the like. The thing he learned long ago about technology as sophisticated as this was that it needed a lot of different parts to work correctly, much like a human body.
So, seeing the others go for the armor, heavy targets, Ryuji took his ice-axe and began cutting every wire, console, and Rikti within reach of him. Sooner or later he'd hit something that would go 'boom' or at least turn everything off. Even if he didn't, he'd give the Rikti enough of a distraction.

"Ey! Get that dynamite over here!" one of the Family members ransacking the city block called.
As if on cue, almost a dozen sticks of dynamite came flying from the car in different directions.
None of them hit the ground, however.
Bin, seeming to not have moved, was suddenly carrying them all.
"DAMMIT BIN! You promised you wouldn't do that anymore!" Mo screamed.
"Sorry," he said, throwing the, now extinguished, sticks of dynamite back at the Family car, causing some severe dents.
"Hey how long do you think til..." Bin was cut off.
They were here.
The blaring Rock music was a dead giveaway.
Riding a convertible with the most pimped out soundsystem possible for residents of the Edge, came the self-proclaimed 'Premiere Street Gang' of The Edge: 'Over the Edge'. Of course, the car contained the ENTIRE 'Over the Edge' gang, with their absolutely on-the-nose names to boot: Bruiser, Strings, Needle, and Bonehead.
At first the Family members started laughing when they saw them, until Bruiser went to work: their somewhat dented car was suddenly upside down and a good deal more compact than would be recomended for a motor vehicle.
"OVA DA EDGE IZ HEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAA BEETCHES!" Bonehead screamed in his best Gene Simmons impersonation.

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Basically, Drow Schoolin' means that whoever is still alive at the end of the semester graduates.

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half true
the person with the highest grades is sacrificed to Lolth

um...how many kinds of drow are there...?

(OOC: Yeah i got to the end and realized "Wow this is Soviet to a T"...maybe I can encourage him not to quit? )

best way to explain drow schooling...hmmm
Read the Dark Elf Trilogy by R.A. Salvatore, mainly the first one.

i frequently drop my g's when typing, to give my typin style a bit of an accent.

(OOC: OK I'm going to start off with an explanation before we dive in. This is an urban drama type RP. Everyone is below the poverty line and/or a member of a gang. There are no heroes, there are no villains. Everyone is just trying to get by. Of course powers are going to play into this RP quite heavily: Much like Tharomar Enterprises, the intention here is to have people on the bottom rung of society discovering their powers and using them to survive. Most powers are perfectly permissable, but not on a grand scale. Flight is the only power I'm a little iffy about: Flight gives the impression of freedom, but the atmosphere here is different.
No high technology either. Everyone is poor, so no mutant cyborgs with laser rifles for hands. Demons and Kheldians are okay, but make it interesting.
I encourage everyone to form gangs or join an existing one. The slums this story takes place in have the following gangs:
Hellions
Skulls
Trolls
Outcasts
Family
It's also permissable to play as a beat cop. In fact I encourage it. The underlying storyline, to bring everyone together towards a common goal is as follows
After the Rikti war, a large portion of Paragon City was left as a lifeless slum. To set an example to the thugs and gangbangers and other such lowlifes living in these slums, the local government chose this particular slum, known as "The Edge", to begin a special 'Urban Renewal' project. Some shadier members of the city council were 'encouraged' to allow the mob to buy up and 'evict' denizens of this area to make room for new housing developments and mini-malls. The plan for this particular corner is to become ritzy, overpriced condos overlooking the beach that gives this area the name 'The Edge'.
However, the denizens are not happy, and are willing to put aside their own differences and fight to protect their homes.
(OOC: So basically the motivation is to protect your home. Family and PPD players are the antagonists, Trolls, Hellions, Outcasts, Skulls, and anyone else are the protagonists defending this area from 'redevelopment'.
As keeping track of RPs can be difficult, here's an incentive: The conflicts are not restricted to one group, you can pick either side and enter at any time. I also encourage new characters for this, as the outcome is more or less unclear for both sides.
Ah, and before I forget, the character limit is 3, and playing both sides is discouraged.)

"So," said a large, bald Family Boss, "How goes th' clearin of 'The Edge'?"
"It goes well, sir," Jim, a skinny young man with glasses and a blue suit, said, "We predict only a few weeks before we clear 'em out. We've already begun work on the Outcasts."
'Good, good," Boss said, "Keep this up, and you'll be a made man."


"AHCHOO!" Mo, a young street performer sneezed loudly.
"Bless you," her friend Bin said, "I think I saw some brain fly out."
"Very funny. Thanks for gettin' me sick [censored]," she retorted.
"Sorry, you know how I like to share," he smiled, hugging his little friend.
"Now I can't sing tonight. How're we gonna eat tomorrow?" she poked him hard in the ribs. Mo was a good deal shorter than Bin. In fact, she was short period. Despite being sixteen, she was often mistaken for a twelve year old, an ugly fact that gave her quite a bad attitude. Bin, on the other hand, was tall, well over six and a half feet, and extremely lanky with straw colored hair.
"Well, I could try singin'!" Bin suggested.
"Last time you sang we got thrown in the slammer for disturbin' the peace."
"Exactly! The slammer feeds ya y'know," Bin laughed.
"Ever the optimist," Mo sighed.
Their little argument was cut short, however, but gunshots from a passing car towards some gangbangers across the street.
"Oh god another hit," Mo said, grimacing.
But it didn't stop there. The car screeched to a halt and several well dressed men in fedoras stepped out of the vehicle and began literally shooting everything in sight.

If I made it, I wouldn't use the same setting however, given I know nothing about SV101.
I'd probably model it after what I've read of Drow schoolin'...without the deranged orgy of a 'graduation ceremony' of course.

We could make a new one. Supervillain 102 or 201 what have you...
I know I kinda missed the boat on that one

"This isn't working," Ryuji mused, and leapt down from his perch, dodging Rikti left and right and coming to rest on the cannon, close to where the body of the cannon met the barrel.
In his hand he manifested a weapon none of the others had seen him use: a battleaxe. The axe was cold, sharp, and with his concentration, it would stay that way. Before hacking away, however, he reached into his coat and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. He learned about two hundred years ago fighting the Praetorian Ben Franklin that frozen water+electricity=Ryuji flambe, and even though he couldn't die, he could still feel pain.
And electricity was extremely painful.
His gloves on, he swung the axe down with all his strength on the barrel of the cannon. He wasn't overly strong, so he'd likely have to rely on multiple hits.
(OOC: Also if there are any wires or conduits or anything that someone would notice...)

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Actually I did very well in it for two years. Was a pretty easy A for me, it's just that I found that it was not something I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

When I took it we had computers and CAD programs in high school. I only did a small amount of drafting by hand in middle school.

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well, my class was the last semester of tech draw before they just got rid of all the drafting tables, given they're obsolete, and turned the room into a huge computer room for CAD and Imaging classes.

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At least that allowed me to find out that I didn't enjoy architectual drafting after all before I got to waste any time on it in college.

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Wow you took a Tech Drawing class too? God I hated that class...I was so behind despite actually working...