Radio City 3.0: Free-form Superhero RP:
edited 8th Aug '12 5:19:00 PM by Starbound2
edited 8th Aug '12 5:26:49 PM by Saturn
"Thank you, Sheathe." Stalwart said, seemingly completely unbothered by a faceful of Darktail crotch. "So, seen any good movies lately, Sheathe? I've been watching a ton on Netflix in my spare time."
Rosette continued to run... going through busy streets more out of instinct than a conscious choice all the way until she turned into a more empty side street... a single block she had to run before she reached her apartment.
edited 8th Aug '12 6:14:44 PM by daltar
The police pulled into the docks, sirens blaring. Some import hero just called in what looked like a number of men messing about with experimental weapons. Considering the gunshots he heard on the way, looks like they prepared correctly. As they rounded the corner to the scene of the crime, the scene was a bit odd and grisly. A number of dead men laid about, and in the middle was some...thing. Beating a man senseless. They jumped out of the car, and shouted at them. "Freeze! Hands behind your heads, drop your weapons!" The mushroom immediately complied, dropping the man on the ground.
As Rosette ran along down the street, her assailant did not notice a single soul that could observe this. As she realized how sweet this moment was, demonic glee filled her heart. Oh, yes. No more waiting. She's right there, alone. Alone alone alone alone! Now's the time! She jumped down from the roof and landed behind her. Masking her steps from perception, she ran up and tried to grab her from behind, holding a knife to her throat. She growled into her ear. "Run and struggle more, and I'll make sure it wont be any fun for either of us."
edited 8th Aug '12 7:34:42 PM by wikkit
edited 8th Aug '12 10:23:02 PM by wikkit
...that's a bit of a mouthful. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jordan," James said with a bit of a silly smile, an odd thought floating in his mind. "Anyway, thanks for helping make... whoever that was... back off." After Doll shook Jordan's hand, James offered his own.
Are we really going to talk about this? "...a few," Sheathe replied. "Though I'm starting to feel the superhero fad has overstayed its welcome."
Jordan shook the Detective's hand as well before they quickly wrote 'What was that person?'
Alpha-4-Alpha, armed with a knife, took off after Corner. The rest of Multiplayer nodded to Rosette. "Yeah, by the way, you're welcome." An unscarred Rick, Alpha-4-Beta said condescendingly. He walked up to her and extended a hand. He didn't smile. "Name's Multiplayer. Any reason that chick wanted to take you out that I should know about?" Meanwhile, Multiplayers Alpha-5 and Alpha-5-Alpha had quickly worked their way through the jewelry store and were on their way through the city, casually sauntering down the sidewalk.
"Actually, I meant the superhero fad in movies," Sheathe commented. "Though you're right, the super fad is bothersome too. Too many people jump into it without knowing what they're getting into. I'll admit to joining for the excitement, but I already knew the risks and try to come prepared, not half-assed with a latex suit ordered from Amazon, no gear, and useless or no superpowers."
edited 8th Aug '12 11:58:12 PM by Starbound2
edited 9th Aug '12 1:02:59 AM by HouraiRabbit
Uh, I was asking about the robot girl you're hankering after in real life. Taya then thought about it for a moment. This was a chance for some real life mischief- not of the lethal kind, since Taya only did that when there was pay involved- and possibly even a fellow cosplay buddy. Taya was a cosplayer, and a fairly good one in her own opinion. It was one of her more expensive weird hobbies, though all her hobbies combined still couldn't eat a dent in her illicit fortune. There was a literally ceiling-high pile of fabric in one corner of her living room, not to mention the extremely tricked out sewing machine and notions. In the end, she decided to take the plunge. Not every person on the internet could be a superpowered idiot that would put her life on the line. You willing to do something unnecessarily elaborate? I might have some stuff to help you along with that outfit. Free of charge if you live in Radio City. I'll even pay you for the photos.
"Um. Uhm. Who. Um. Who are you?" he asked.
[17:27:48] Plummet: Stop being British damn you.
Jet watched as the rabbit faded from his hands. "Oh, you're one of those," he said. "Let me guess - Magician's assistant, you touched something you shouldn't have, and now you're a vigilante who fights crime by throwing rabbits and doves at people. I've seen it a million times, lady; it usually doesn't end pretty. Go home, and leave this to the professionals. Or at least the guys who can choke crooks with their minds."
edited 9th Aug '12 7:06:40 AM by nman
"Um. Thanks." He scratched himself, then blinked. "You're, um, not, uhum, a worker of Lutecia. Um. Yes. Is she. Probably. What I. Is She alright?"
A little girl, no more than ten years old, with long, golden hair and red eyes approached Jet and Chen. She looked at Chen and tilted her head.
"Are you my mommy?" she asked.
[17:27:48] Plummet: Stop being British damn you.
Jet sighed as the girl approached. He couldn't figure out if it would be better for the woman to be her neglectful mother, or for the little girl to be abandoned.
Gum-Girl shot out her hand, and it stretched, grabbing a mook's leg. She swung him around herself at the searing adhesive.
Jordan started writing at an incredibly quick pace once the Detective said that they shouldn't concern themselves with their problems. They would have presented a four page refutation of that way of thinking were it not for Doll's mention of the groceries. 'T-The groceries! Think they will still be there?'