shadowplay

OOC everyone makes mistakes Meff... I don't disagree but you're bein' a bit harsh

Now back to IC!

OOC

You really should be careful attacking other people's characters and assuming the results, unless they are negative towards yourself.

I've a lot of sympathy for new people coming into this game... a lot of good hero names have already been scooped up and are sitting on alts never to be played.

I was overjoyed I got my name before someone else did, my character wouldnt be the same person without it.

Personally, I try my best to give people a chance... but I think its important to note that your name and costume are the first impression anyone gets about you, and pretty much the marker you'll be judged by initially. I wouldn't really balk at someone who's name runs together or who has a period, but I am a bit.. stand-offish to those that have variations of a common hero name (Batmaan, Spiderrrrman, Hulk 1000) or those who's names are offensive to me, (generally mysogony, "clever" spelling of swear words, other disgusting phrases.)

People seem to forget, or just don't realize that those words you type in the box float above your head for all time and are there for everyone to see.

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There is a limit to role playing, and those that sit around in their Underoos wearing a towel for a cape need to get a clue and at least keep their spam out of everyone else's face.

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Well, I'm certainly glad we have such reasonable and intelligent people like you monitoring what is and isn't acceptable roleplay. That's not at all trolling, no sir'ee.

\Sar"casm\, n. [F. sarcasme, L. sarcasmus, Gr. sarkasmo`s, from sarka`zein to tear flesh like dogs, to bite the lips in rage, to speak bitterly, to sneer, fr. sa`rx, sa`rkos, flesh.] A keen, reproachful expression; a satirical remark uttered with some degree of scorn or contempt; a taunt; a gibe; a cutting jest.


Anyway, conversations over broadcast are a bit... eh. People should take things like that private REGARDLESS of weather its in character or not. If I want to talk to my friend, I don't shout across the street, I walk over and speak to him.

In anycase, the rest of this is just silly. You shouldn't expect people to change just because you dont like something. Ignore them or suck it up and move on. You don't like RP? Then dont group with RP'ers, dont invite them in your group, and dont participate in their banter. Don't like non-roleplayers? Same deal.

Example: I can't stand people that abbr. (that's irony there, for those keeping score) every second word. As if two extra letters are going to be the difference between life and death... It's like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. So, I don't invite people that speak that way to my group. I dont berate them or call them names... I just dont deal with it. Some of them are probably wonderful people... I'll never know and I can live with that.

Im sure some of them are equally as annoyed with my desire for clear communication. I can accept that and just acknowledge we're different and move on with my life.

The example is a bit extreme and not really "true to life" I suppose... but it gets my point across.

There is never any excuse to talk down to people because they play differently then you, in particular when fixing the situation for YOURSELF is such a simple matter.

Courtesy aside, just deal with it yourself and move on. The last thing we need is a bunch of Miss Manners monitoring what chat goes where and demanding people conform to their way of playing.

Contact looked at Kyle and then at Cabas, narrowing his eyes behind his dark glasses at the threat. Both were absolutly out of their gourds and likely as dangerous as the people they were suppose to be hunting. The creature hadn't been here more then 5 mins and already had resorted to threatining his supposed compatriots.

"To be blunt, I really don't want to be involved in the collateral damage the wonder twins there are likely to cause," he jerked a thumb towards Kyle and his newly arrived friend. "It's dangerous to civillians and bad press."

"I highly doubt you -should- need my help to rough up a few Outcasts," he smoothed back his blond hair, "but I have the feeling that 'something' will go wrong." Contact had a pretty good idea who those two 'somethings' would be, but let it go for the moment.

"I'll be in the area. You have my card... call me if I'm needed for the interogation," with that, Contact stepped out into the bright Paragon City sun and floated off into the sky.

Hey, the demon spawn thing isn't all that bad...

er.

Nevermind, carry on.

I'm not going to get into any sort of flame fest; Its really not worth my time.

I'll say this though, as opposed to requesting someone change what THEY are doing because YOU are annoyed, simply walk away from the situation, or put the person on ignore.

That's how you solve YOUR problem without affecting anyone else in the world. God forbid someone actually take a personal action that can easily remedy a situation before coming on the boards, to the forum where people ARE roleplaying, and complaining about roleplaying. You stated first thing in your email you were "doning your flame retardant suit," so it's obvious you knew the comment was going to get a response. Typically this is called "trolling," but... again, you're entitlted to your opinion.

If you can't put together why your choice of venue is ironic, Im not sure the rest of what I said will make much sense.

As for your personal comment towards me, no I'm hardly wolverine and honestly never cared much for the character. Apparently you feel that anyone who disagrees with you isn't permited to respond... so I suggest you change tactics a bit and either deal with it or keep it to yourself.

Thanks,

Put him on ignore or walk away. A very simple problem to solve, and a lot easier then you trying to tell someone how they can or can't play.

You're very much on the wrong board here, bub...

Contact takes the offered hand and gives it a firm shake.

"That's correct, First Strike Security, at your service," he grins and hands him a buisness card.

Contact was pleased to be back in the real world.

Immediatly upon stepping through the door he pulled out his cell phone and made a call to his agent. He wasn't sure how long he'd been gone and needed to rearrange his schedual now.

Listening to Barry ramble on about personal apperances and sponsorships always made him zone out... A sharp tug at his perceptions brought him back and his head snapped to the side as he stared into the shadows.

"Someone's," Contact said just as the new arrival appeared from the shadows, "coming."

"You think I go from contract to contract and ignore what I see on the way," Contact questioned the man, still looking up at him, "If so you're sorely mistaken."

"You don't understand how we work. It's true that we take contracts, both standing security contracts and pay-per-job contracts, but that doesn't mean we ignore the rest of the world. The only difference between a paying customer and a non-paying victim is that the paying customer has a way to get ahold of us if they get into trouble and a promise of quick response time."

Contact nodded towards Sly, "What he said is spot on, much of the profit gets reinvested into the company," Contact smoothed down the front of his suit, "Not ALL of it, but most of it. I pay my operatives and myself well, what they do with there cut is none of my buisness, as long as it isn't illegal," he glanced again at Sly for a second.

"In anycase," Contact sighed, "Just because you can turn a profit doing something doesn't make it evil. I'm well paid, my operatives are well paid, and those we protect are happy. The city is FULL of heroes that do nothing but patrol the streets... they can't be everywhere though and every day people are killed and injured because no one is there to save them, or because of heroes that dont have the right equipment or training."

"Will they call the police? The cops are more often just victims as well. Are they just suppose to hope a hero happens to be coming by when they get into trouble?" Contact shrugged

"And what happens when you save some poor old lady from a mean ol' Skull mugger and accidentally knock her down during the fight? Can you weather the lawsuit? With us they have to sue the company, not the individual."

"So we charge a fee for a signaling device and promise a speedy response time. We're happy to be paid and they are happy to pay us, who are you to judge that? It honestly," Contact recrossed his arms and looked up at the man, challenging him to disagree, "Is none of your buisness."

Contact looked at Kyle and shook his head, "What are you going to do, shoot me? Beat me up? Blast magical fire out some orifice at me? Call down the cursed heaven's and earth on my head? I'm sick of this postering," Contact was irritated and his tone was becoming down right mean.

"I really don't care what you know or think you know, you can deal with it another time. Deth has been in complete control of herself through this entire ordeal, has suffered the pain of containing a damnable demon in her mind, and through it all has had the good sense to not blow us all up... even once, a feat you couldn't even manage when confront with some simple Circlists," Contact glared at Kyle, he rarely lost it but was on a roll now.

"So that's it... if you want to sort something out with her, do it on your own time, because if you try it now... I will stop you."

Contact went to stomp past the group and catch up with those in front, but stopped suddenly in his tracks and shot a glance that could shatter glass at the old man.

"You don't even know the half of it," he spat at him, responding to the man's unspoken thoughts as a bit more of Contact's control slipped.

"Kyle," Contact spoke up from the back breaking his silence again. "If you touch her... or that thing in her head again without her permission," Contact's voice was even and he looked at Kyle over the top of his sunglasses, his pale blue eyes unmoving, "I'll hurt you. Badly. And in a way no Doctor can repair."

Contact paused, letting this sink in. He had never threatened anyone present prior to this. "Now is not the time or place for this, now pull yourself together or be left behind."

"I want to go home."

Contact felt Sly coming before he walked through the door. Although he did a fair enough job pretending to be incompetant and silly, having him close at hand would make things much easier for Contact if a fight did break out.

He continued to stand his ground, glaring up at the man in red and black armor.

Contact sighed and slipped out of Deth's mind. This was very far out of his league he thought as he jerked back to conciousness on Lobe's giant shoulder.

"I'm back Lobe, thank you," he gave him a pat on the back and slipped back onto his feet turning to face this Barkansis, whatever the hell that was.

Contact stood infront of the demonic creature and looked it up and down. It looked commically typical, rather like the guy who lost out for the part in Devil's Advocate.

"Alright, Barka-whatever," he took a couple steps towards it, already annoyed. "You're going back in, one way or another. She apparently needs you, for whatever reason."

"So... shoo, before I start pushing."

Contact turned from his spot beside Lobe to face Sly and Deth. Sly was begin to look a bit haggared and frazzled, and Deth, although apparently unconcious, had a strained look on her face. Although ill prepared to deal with angelic extra-dimensional angel-women and gilded cages, Sly's request was more up his alley.

"Alright Sly," he walked back towards the two, ignoring the booming voice for the moment. He had a feeling there wasn't much he could do about that situation anyway.

Contact removed his glasses and stuffed them into the pocket of his flack jacket. He looked briefly at Sly, his eyes the same pale blue as his uniform and then reached a hand out for Deth's forehead.

"A lot of 'traffic' has gone through here recently, so getting in should be easy," he muttered half to himself, "Lobe, if things go south I may need a ride, I hope you don't mind," he spoke up a bit so the big man could hear him.

Letting his mind go, Contact did his best to ignore his surroundings and focus completly on Deth. The collection of hero's minds and their associated mental mess was enough to give him a headache if he lingered on it for to long. Deth wasn't much better however, as a three-colored haze obscured her mind.

Working his way through the shifting layers quickly, he was able to make contact. His perceptions shifted wholey into Deth's mental landscape.

Blue, purple and red shifted all around him in what appeared to be a cavernous, echoing room. His footsteps rang out clearly as he crossed the space to where Deth and her prisoner were.

"My appologies for intruding without your permission," his voice rang out across the silence and he seemed to ignore the prisoner for the moment, although mentally he was already preparing to strike at him if needed. "Sly suggested that you might be getting lonley though, and could use a second party mucking around in here to keep you company," he grined easily, trying to bring a bit of stability and remind her of the connection to the outside world.

"How are you holding up?"

Contact couldn't even begin to explain where they were or what exactly had happened.

Truth be told he didn't care at the moment, either. Cooler heads had prevailed earlier, and someone other then him stepped in and informed them that Lobe wouldn't be staying in that prison.

Ivory, he was less concerned about. Not that Contact didn't like Ivory... but he seemed to be able to take care of himself. Lobe on the other hand, was not. Although absolutly the most physicly powerful hero he'd ever met, he had a simple and direct mind.

Contact liked that and he wasn't about to stand by and let Lobe be taken advantage of. Fortunatly, he didnt have to.

He had remained quiet through much of their recent journey, abosrbing what information he could and allowing others to step forward. This was outside the scope of his understanding though. He was growing tired of this mess, however, and if some resolution wasn't found soon he was going to take a more direct approach at finding a way out.

Contact saw Sly's reaction to Deth and sped up his walk a bit to pass him, patting him on the shoulder and give him a reassuring nod as he did. Sly was a good one, he'd do what he had to. He could give Sly a little "push" emotionally if the need arose, but for now... best to let him deal with it himself, he thought.

Contact caught up to where Lobe was walking and kept stride beside him, giving him a bit of a smile, but remaining quiet for the moment.

"You can find him, right here," Contact called out as he stepped into the lobby from his office.

He was out of uniform, wearing a tan suit with a matching silk tie and an expensive black dress shirt. His sunglasses were gone, replaced by lightly smoked gold rimmed glasses, his blond hair remained the same though, pushed back away from his face and neatly combed. He looked more like a stockbroker or a lawyer then a hero.

"What's the meaning of this," he strode across the marble floor and stood face to face with the armored man, confident and not the least bit intimidated. "You barge into MY office, assault MY guards and then DEMAND to see me," he exclimated the last point by jabbing his finger into the middle of the Red and Black clad man's chest.

"Now, start talking before I pull it out of your brain," Contact glared up at the man, crossing his arms.

(OOC hopefully this will pick up soon <COUGHS at Red Starr> )

OOC

Just a reminder, anyone interested, please feel free to email me in game. Hard for me to keep track of everyone from the boards

Thanks,

Contact- Linkan Park- Papercut (I prefer the remix from reanimation) also, Soul Coughing, Super Bon Bon

FSS Operative- One Man Army, from Matrix Reloaded (Prodigy I think? I know its got Tom Morello on it.)

Other's... a lot of techno, Chemical Brothers, Lord's of Acid... fast stuff.

I was just thinking about this today

Contact frowns at Ivory and Morningstar. Something just wasn't sitting well with him about this entire situation, and their solution seemed... barbaric, even cruel. It needed to be stopped before it went any further.

"I won't insult and berate some creature to death, even if it is a contemptible trickster," his frown lingered. "It's not right. This is hardly our battle here," he swept his arm around, indicating their predicament.

"Our problem is getting out without allowing this being to escape it's prison. While some maybe willing to go to whatever means necessary to accomplish that," he glanced briefly at Ivory and Kyle, "I am not," Contact stood straight and looked over the assembled heroes, waiting for someone to challenge him.

"This is not our gilded cage, and therefore there is a way out for us."

"The trick is just to find it."

Contact cleared his throat and steped forward, "Of course its trying to decieve us, but I have a feeling that the door would indeed lead us out of here." Contact crossed the room to stand with the rest of the group.

"However, it bears noting that our gracious "host" neglected to say where it exits TO," he turned his attention to the imp.

"Why so anxious," he questioned the imp, tilting his head slightly to the side and watching it carefully from behind his dark glasses. "You try so hard to convince us that you are in complete control of this domain, but the truth of the matter is, that we could have the same amount of control that you have. It is simply a matter of accepting this place for what it is."

To illustrate his point, Contact reached out with his mind. Raising a hand, the doors all returned with a 'woosh' and then fell back through the floor with the same 'woosh.'

"Its a metaphor, you see? It follows rules only because we expect it to. Our host is as weak here as we are." Contact turned his back on the imp, hoping to illicite a reaction so he could better probe the little beast. If he could get its bile up a bit, its defenses would weaken considerably.

"That doesn't change the truth of Ivory's statement however. The path presented will indeed allow our host to leave," he glanced at Ivory, "And who could tell what the consequences of that would be?"

Contact adjusted his glasses and waited for the proverbial other shoe to fall.

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maybe not the horse

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But I liked the horse

Very good post, perhaps we could convince someone to sticky this?

Contact had been remaining in the background since dealing with the Mage earlier, save for moving to assist Neko. He watched Ivory bark at the others, raised a blond eyebrow above his glasses but remained silent. His mind was well rested now, and he felt strong again.

Could he escape? Yes, he thought so, but he doubted he could take the others with him alone. They would have to figure a certain amount of this out on their own.

Besides, it might be good for them. Everyone needs to learn humilty sometime, especially heroes, he knew that from personal experiance.

Contact looked up from his musing at the wooshing sound. Glacing around at the door he remarked to himself, "Little brat doesn't play fair, see how they do before I go poking around."