((Does this mean you're giving up on GToA? 
Actually I wanted to ask if there was a particular time frame. Is it a year after Anti-Hero101? Three years after SH101? Would be nice to get a few years tossed in there.....not that I was planning to join or anything....well maybe 
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((Think summer break for the school RPs, after the eventual ending of GToA and FF (since those are in other dimensions. 
) And you're more than welcome, if you're interested. XD))
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((Hmm... How about GoCC? Is this after the end of that as well, or before, or during in some other dimension thing...? Not that I was planning to join either... Of course not! Why would you assume such a thing?!.... Uh... Maybe a little...))
((After GoCC, too. =3 The setting for this is once everything is seemingly "Back to normal." ^^))
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((Then I am most totally in... Once I figure out how the letter should get to 2.0... Perhaps during his work, which would raise questions... Or... Yeah, definetely the other one... I will post a little later.))
((I'll try my hand too. Hope I've got enough time ))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((YAY!!
When you decide who you're bringing in, please make your invitation-receipt post (as I have done above) so that I know how to tweak things and what to expect. =3 ))
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John Ballard walked through the cubicles, right to the door of the men's bathroom. Then, Bill Karser walked around the corner, with a look of success on his face.
"Hah! I knew it! I knew you had problems! You went in there four hours ago, came out two minutes ago, and are going back in!"
John simply raised an eyebrow, walking in calmly. He closed the door behind him, not bothering to even lock it. He wouldn't be in there long.
"Oh, John?" Bill opened the door slightly, peeking in. "You got a call from Kevin, said that you owed him-"
Bill stopped at the odd sight.
John Ballard, editor of the Paragon City Times, was spinning downward inside a toilet, in a swirly fashion... But actually flying down the drain. After he was gone, Bill looked in, to see the usual tiny pipe and water.
"....I need help.."
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John landed quickly in a technologically advanced base, hitting a few keys on a blast door. It slid open, revealing a large room with testing tubes, experimentational devices, and such.
He walked to a cabinet, opening it to reveal an armoured suit, that was very much dented from many missions over his career as a super hero. He pushed that out of the way, and saw a more recent suit, which held so many marks it was impossible to see the colour. John smirked.
"Heh, who would have thought that that stupid chess game could cause so much damage to a single suit?"
He pushed that out of the way, revealing a new suit, an exact carbon copy of his previous suit's previous colour.
"Send in more armours."
The two old suits and the empty hanger slid into a smelting furnace, as three brand new clones of his armour slid into place. He smiled and closed the door.
He hit a switch, and the armour formed around him, a small device attaching to his wrist.
*You have [One] new messages.*
"Huh. Play." said Experiment 2.0, and a hologram of a letter floated over the device. He read it quickly, raising his eyebrow once again.
"A birthday for S-6? Eh, while it is odd, I may as well join in. I need a rest from all the action for a while."
2.0 hit a switch on his device, saving the file, and walking over to his desk.
"Well, I know it said no gifts..." Experiment picked up a small microchip, with a tag reading 'Advanced hacking defense for robotics and toasters V1.2', "But heck, I may as well bring this. It needs a testing run, and Essex is a perfect example... I may need to ask her creator if she has any system mods that may reject the coding first though...."
((Hmmm...Im going to bring a new person in, lets see Agent Darkstorm, hes the only one that would have met Essex))
"Mr. Darkstrom you have a letter" The Postman said cheerfully as he handed Tellus the letter. Darkstrom opend the Letter from Essex and read...
"Hello everyone!
I'm sorry for doing something as informal as a form letter, but there are just so many people I want to invite, Dr. West suggested it would be more efficient this way.
I hope this letter finds you well!
Anyway, I wanted to invite you to a small get-together at the laboratories of Repliforce Paragon on XX/XX/XX. It is the sixth anniversary of my creation. My 'birthday' so to speak. Dr. West is being very kind and arranging a party for me, and said that I could invite as many of my friends as I wanted.
So I am inviting you!
Please come to the address indicated on the back of this letter. The party is at 2 PM. Refreshments of many varieties will be served.
Please do not bring gifts. The greatest gift you can bring is yourself! I look forward to seeing you at the party!
Deepest affections and kind regards,
Unit S6 'Essex' "
After finishing reading the letter Darkstorm stuffed it into his pocket and walked inside. "Lets see 2PM, I think i can make it." He sat down at his desk and took out a book and began to read it untill it was time to leave for the party. He could hardly beleive that it was only 6 years ago that Essex was created.
Pstorm walked out of her room in the 'Kicker Kids base. Stevie Power was walking past and mentioned, "Mail came in. You got a letter."
"Thanks," said Pstorm, as she headed down to the entrance.
She opened the mail slot and sifted through the piles of magazines and comics until she found a letter with her name on it.
She smiled, opening it, and pulled out the invitation.
"Essex's birthday?" She smiled and looked it over. "It says no gifts but..."
She hurried out of the base.
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Burning Brawler yawned as he slid his hood over his head and headed down to the mystic teleporters in the base to make sure everything was working.
Johnny Velocity sped by, then skidded to stop before zipping back to Burning.
"Mail's in," he said, handing him a letter.
"Thanks, JV," he said, opening it as the other hero sped towards the kitchen.
He read the invitation over, and looked at the back.
He tried to remember what he had going on that day, but all he could think of was just more inspections and raiding some Circle of Thorns base.
He pocketed the invitation and headed out.
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A dark figure walked across the cold stone floor.
Sweeping back his tattered cape, Blightlord sat in his large chair, facing the scrying mirror, its large ornate carvings gleaming in the darkness.
The Lich, Grime, rose from a pool of shadows on the floor.
"It seems the android is having a party," he said, as an image of Essex shimmered onto the glass.
"You do not wish to attend, my lord?" asked the Lich, surprise clear on his face.
"Of course not. But I believe I know who does."
Burning Brawler and his family came into view on the screen.
"Excellent, my lord."
((Obviously, I'm just putting him there if he'd ever be useful, and just because Blight's nosey like that. 
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Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
((But surely Essex will have been dismantled by this time, her design copied into hundreds of medic Phillisbots, bolstering the ranks and giving the Grand Phillisbot Army the edge they've always needed to conquer the planet, creating one perfect world known as the Earth Empire?
But honestly, I'd love to join, but I've just got so much planned for Superhero 101 that I'd be giving far too much away to even put Billyboy in this RP, and he's the only character I have that has met Essex and doesn't want to use her for his own misunderstood, yet entirely noble, purposes.))
Somewhere near the boarder of India and China(I dunno where, Geography isnt my forte), stood an expansive monastery with green roofs and black walls. It was surrounded by dense forest and towering mountain tops. It wasnt particularly craggy but the terrain was still difficult to travel over. The sun had risen only an hour or so ago but was completely blocked out by thick grey clouds. Ian had awaken early and stood gazing up at the sky from the open window of his quarters. A gentle drizzle wafted around his light brown hair, his now violet tinted eyes emitting a concise expression of gloom.(Yes, theres a reason his eyes are a different color) He sighed a bit before someone entered the room.
Ian, youre suppose to be cleaning the floor of the dining hall, Hyun-ki said in a polite manner. He spoke with stern authority but his face was slightly sympathetic. He was wearing his normal crimson shaolin attire(he only wore them around the monastery) and held his hands behind him.
Ian sighed and picked up his cleaning supplies. Sorry, Ill get right on it. After his classes had ended at Golden Eagle Highschool for the spring semester, his sensei Ryjuta-san, sent him to train under one of his colleague's pupil. He had to take a plane then ride by horse to even get near where Hyun-ki grew up and trained. What was Ians training? Lots of humbling chores and house work. Ian knew he deserved this but he still would rather battle and duel opponents than cleaning day in and day out.
Also, dont forget to sweep the leaves from the entrance and retrieve some water from the river, Hyun-ki ordered. He knew Ian was miserable but he also understood what had to be done so he didnt go easy on him.
...yes, Ian replied as he rolled up the leggings and sleeves of his own monastery attire.
Just as Ian turned to leave the small chamber, Hyun-ki rested a hand on Ians shoulder. But I wanted to give you something, it came yesterday. Ian turned his head to see his friend holding up a white envelope.
His face contorted in curiosity, What is it?
A letter, you dope. Ill give it to you but only after you go and chop some firewood for tonights meal.
Ian grinned from ear to ear, Okay, Ill get right to it. He grabbed his bokken that was leaning against the wall and shot out of the temple. Chopping wood was his favorite chore, mainly because he could get in some practice with his bokken, his now permanent sword.
With one hand, Ian grabbed a log and tossed it in the air. With his other hand, he would strike at the log with his wooden sword. Sometimes, his sword would pass through the log with ease and sliced it in half; the cut would be cleaner than the cleanest cut performed with a bladed edge. Other times, he would hit and either knock the log into the deep forest right outside the monastery walls which hed have to retrieve later or the log would burst into many smaller lumps of wood. An hour past and he was just about done. Hyun-ki tried sneaking up on him but the young swordsman heard his clothed footsteps. Almost.....done! he shouted after cleaving the last piece of lumber.
Hyun-ki smiled and handed him the unopened letter. Ian opened it slowly, he was enjoying the suspense after his three and a half weeks of chores. As he read it, his cheeks began to burn red. Is it from your girl friend? Hyun-ki laughed as he tried to read over Ians shoulder.
No!... he shouted, hiding the letter around his side.
Then why are you blushing?
I....its just.....its from a friend from school. I just figured she thought of me as a jerk but apparently, shes inviting me to her birthday party. He showed the letter to Hyun-ki who, after reading it, began rubbing his chin which had a bit of hair growing. He adjusted his wire frame glasses and read it again.
Have I met this S-6 before?
I think so, she was at Golden Eagle so maybe.
Hyun-ki wasnt the one with a perfect memory so he just handed the letter back, Well, if youre planning to go youd better get ahead on this weeks chores.
A relatively small spacecraft drifted along the comets and other icy debris that circled in a massive cloud around the edge of the Sol system. At this distance it would take thousands of years to complete a single lazy orbit around the nearby star, but the vessel and its occupant would not be here for that long.
With the spacious control room of the vessel stood a humanoid creature who walked on her clawed toes, the sole occupant of the spaceship. Scales as black as oil contrasted with red hair that was tied up in a pair of pigtails on the sides of her head. Large, sensitive eyes looked out through the window at the end of the dimly light chamber at the field of ice floating in the ocean of the night.
A light on the communication console flashed, indicating an incoming message. Stepping over to the console she saw that it was on a private channel, from a coded tranciever she had left back on Earth. The language was English.
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"Hello everyone!
I'm sorry for doing something as informal as a form letter, but there are just so many people I want to invite, Dr. West suggested it would be more efficient this way.
I hope this letter finds you well!
Anyway, I wanted to invite you to a small get-together at the laboratories of Repliforce Paragon on XX/XX/XX. It is the sixth anniversary of my creation. My 'birthday' so to speak. Dr. West is being very kind and arranging a party for me, and said that I could invite as many of my friends as I wanted.
So I am inviting you!
Please come to the address indicated on the back of this letter. The party is at 2 PM. Refreshments of many varieties will be served.
Please do not bring gifts. The greatest gift you can bring is yourself! I look forward to seeing you at the party!
Deepest affections and kind regards,
Unit S6 'Essex' "
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The lizardgirl smiled with her inhumanly wide mouth and set in a course, soon the spaceship was rocketing towards the third planet from the sun at the center of this system. Naga Obscura was going to a birthday party.
"Man, that Holo sap was such a pushover," grumbled Combat Toy from a repair rack.
"Then explain how you lost an arm to him," shot back Toy Bot from its seat in front of one of the computers.
"The arm was the only damage we took," said Toy Dispenser as he reclined in his chair and flicked on the TV. "I'm just glad Cacophony didn't come after us. She really has a bone to pick after all the times we beat her up."
"And a hoo ha to that, boss," said Combat Toy with a nod.
"Hey boss!" shouted Mini Bot as it came accelerating around the corner into Toy's room. "You've got mail!"
"Toss it in the inbox," Toy replied, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm closed for the day."
"But boss!" Mini Bot whined. "It's from Essex!"
Toy sat up straight and held his hand out at the mention of Essex's name. Mini Bot slapped the letter in his hand and Toy sliced it open with a little blade that popped out of his forefinger. Handing the empty envelope back to Mini Bot, Toy scanned the letter and then chuckled.
"Looks like the healbot's having a birthday party and we're invited."
"Cool!" squealed Mini Bot. "There's gonna be presents and cake and people and presents and pinyatas and presents and-"
Toy ignored Mini Bot as the little drone babbled on. The address was in Paragon City and last he checked the Freedom Phalanx was out to get him. It would take him a little while to come up with a plan to get inside the city. But meanwhile...
"Hey Toy Bot," Toy said. "Bring this letter to Ghoul and Archlich and ask if they want to come. Tell them they can bring presents anyway because I think I'm going to. And tell them to hurry up if they are coming, we should leave soon."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The postman's teeth chattered as he approahed the train station. It didn't really matter what time of year it was - it was almost always freezing in Vladivostok.
Still, he went about his duties, dropping the letter he carried off to the train's conductor, a short and stocky man who seemed to be in his mid-30s.
"Alexei Kirov." he said to the conductor as he handed him the envelope, turing away again with a quick goodbye.
"Da." the conductor only said as he closed the engine door and sounded the horn. Within seconds, the train rumbled out of the station and onto the Trans-Siberian rail.
No sooner had the train left the city limits, the conductor's face crumbled apart, flittering away in a shower of pale-blue energy.
The protector bot looked closely at the letter, its blood-red lenses focusing in and out.
Yes, it would deliver this - and without looking inside.
A blizzard soon swallowed up the speeding train, which was going a LOT faster than it should have been able to. It wasn;t long before it transferred to a rail buried in the snow leading off the main route.
The contours faded away as the optical camouflage engaged, rendering the train invisible. It headed for its destination...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The day of the party was soon in coming.
The address on the back of the envelope would lead those invited to a small location slightly outside of Paragon City. The entrance to the address was unobtrusive, a small, well-hidden door halfway between a nice grove of trees and a tall wall. It was a nice area, remeniscent of Perez Park in brighter days.
Maybe a little bit too remeniscent.
Rosalind was the first to arrive, snarling through a group of Circle of Thorns that had unwisely chose this spot to perform a ritual. Claws extended, she launched herself at the presiding Life Mage as the lesser Guardians and Thorn Wielders scattered like frightened sheep before her onslaught.
"No sacrificing in civilian sectors!!" she snarled as her claws tore through the fluttering cloak of the mage. "How many times do we have to tell you!? If you're gonna perform these rituals, do it in those damn underground lairs of yours or in non-residential localities!!"
A cheerfully wrapped white gift with pink ribbon was slung over her shoulder as she fought.
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SOMEWHERE IN SIBERIA
With a squeal of brakes, the train pulled into the station that held the end of its track - the ground floor of the Labtower hidden in the deepest regions of Siberia, the Taiga.
Nobody was here at the moment, and so the letter went straight to a matter transmitter, flung out into the cosmos as a fine bit if quintadimensional energy...
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FRIGATE MAR'KASUK
UNDISCLOSED COORDINATES - CODENAME "Sector Morning Red"
MISSION: CLASSIFIED
The insectoids milled about listleslly. Studying a supernova was never one of their favorite activities, but if it could someday yield a weapon, the Itikil were all for it.
One of the mantis-like beings looked up as the matter transmitter spat out a paper envelope, curning hsi three fingers around the object and examining it closely with unblinking compound eyes.
"Allow me." Vern stepped up beside the Itikil, who promptly opened the letter for him and handed him the slip of paper inside.
A second later, a broad, toothy smile crossed Vern's face, "Seems I'm invited to a little party. Heh, I do hope a few of the guys come too. You;re almost done with your research and don;t really need me here anymore, right?"
"Correct." the Itkil clicked his madibles, "We are grateful. Research speed has incrased forty-two percent since your arrival."
"I aim to please." Vern replied as the forwarded the message, the stepped into the matter trasnmitter. These things were handy as nothing else. With the flip of a stiwch, he was gone...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The group of mages were being decimated by the dog-girl when two males calmly showed up on the scene. One of the thorn wielders began to turn tail in a hasty retreat but a kung-fu clad 18 year old blocked his path. The villain was about to shout something but a pair of fingers rested right between his eyes. Without much movement on Hyun-kis part, the thorn wielder was catapulted a few dozen yards into the distance; the actual landing caused more damage than the force that threw him back.
Hyun-ki kneeled next to the civilians who would have soon been sacrificed. Are you okay? he asked with a friendly smile to comfort them.
Ian, who was dressed in a pair of loose dark blue jeans, a light grey tee shirt, sneakers and his normal headband and hand wrap just stood and watched the demi-human battle. He was carrying two bags over his shoulder, one his and the other his friends. Wow, shes good. Perhaps a friendly match before we leave to this party? Ian asked with a huge grin on his face.
I doubt we have that kind of time, Hyun-ki replied.
Experiment 2.0 drifted through the air, his new jets pushing him through the air at a cruising speed. He twirled slightly, enjoying the feeling of flying on his own again.
"I swear, from now on, I am taking these things everywhere I go." muttered the hero in red, metallic armour.
He stopped, hovering in place, turning on the hologram of the card once again.
The directions his PDA gave him led him to what seemed like a small group of heroes attacking another CoT ritual...
"Ugh... Magicians...." 2.0 grunted, falling to the earth, and landing softly. He checked his pocket, making sure the chip was not lost during flight. Satisfied, he sidestepped to the door, watching the fight.
"...Uh... Is this the android's birthday or...?"
((OOC -
Now that I'm a wee bit more experienced with the boards' style.
)
Okay. I'm going to try an RP with fewer intricate complications.
Now, first, there are two reasons why this RP is semi-open.
1. This RP is limited to characters who have met Essex. (I'm sorry if it seems self-centered, but the plot won't make any sense otherwise.) However, I'm not limiting the knowledge to any sort of thread - If you've played with Essex in any thread, teamed with her in-game, or even just met her briefly in Pocket D during one of the get-togethers, you're fine. Hopefully this will become self-explanatory below. If you have another reason why your character would be along, I'd be very happy to hear it in PM.
2. Once the RP gets started, I will not be accepting new players. I will give a warning post maybe a day before the RP closes - but once that post is made, no-one else will be allowed in.
Other than these two stipulations, this RP should be fun. :P It will definitely be very dark-themed. You've all become accustomed to my drama-wrangling; be prepared to see it come out in full force in this RP.
But not, perhaps, in the way you are expecting.))
The letter was sent out. A clean white envelope containing a letter written in Essex's neat handwriting.
"Hello everyone!
I'm sorry for doing something as informal as a form letter, but there are just so many people I want to invite, Dr. West suggested it would be more efficient this way.
I hope this letter finds you well!
Anyway, I wanted to invite you to a small get-together at the laboratories of Repliforce Paragon on XX/XX/XX. It is the sixth anniversary of my creation. My 'birthday' so to speak. Dr. West is being very kind and arranging a party for me, and said that I could invite as many of my friends as I wanted.
So I am inviting you!
Please come to the address indicated on the back of this letter. The party is at 2 PM. Refreshments of many varieties will be served.
Please do not bring gifts. The greatest gift you can bring is yourself! I look forward to seeing you at the party!
Deepest affections and kind regards,
Unit S6 'Essex' "
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"Mail call." the peachy-pink haired boy called as he pushed his way into the office building, adjusting his thick glasses.
Emry pushed himself back from his desk. "The new assignments no doubt. Hand them off, Steve."
Steve placed the packet on Emry's desk, and looked at the remaining mail. "Pretty-Boy Manga Monthly for Pherelith --"
"Give that here." The zombie girl's disembodied hand hung over the cubicle wall and snatched the magazine from Steve. "Hehe. Come to mama."
"...And looks like Rosie got a letter." Steve finished, bending down to the border collie sleeping under Emry's desk. Her ears perked, and she sat up, transforming with a poof of smoke.
"Huh? A letter for me?" Rosie queried, her ears still perked in her humanoid form. Opening and reading the invitation, she lowered her ears just a little.
"Divabot's birthday?" she muttered. "Of course I get invited to this crap. Fine...Emry, we don't have anything scheduled on this date, do we? 'Cause I gotta go to a stupid kid's party."
Emry sipped his coffee and regarded Rosalind levelly. "You're clear. Just be back before nightfall for patrol."
"Yes sir." she muttered. "Spoilsport."
((OOC: I'll do a GM post announcing the day of the party once I gauge interest in the thread. :3
....And no this does NOT mean I'm giving up on GToA. <.<
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