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PossiblyQuiteInsane Where am I? What's going on? from the other side of the mirror Since: Oct, 2016 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Where am I? What's going on?
#276: Feb 14th 2020 at 4:52:28 PM

Jenna

Jenna noticed the substance retracting into Lucy but decided not to comment. She certainly wouldn't like it if someone drew attention to her "powers."

It didn't seem anyone was dreadfully eager to ask questions, so she decided to go first.

"What kind o' 'roles' do ye mean? Like butlers and party guests and shite? It deffo ain't their job to solve a murder."

kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#277: Feb 14th 2020 at 6:19:05 PM

Marcel - Investigations

After more drama, which Marcel pointedly ignored - the one perk of being mute was that it was easy to avoid getting involved in arguments - the class was finally set on a proper course. A murder mystery game, as it were. Marcel, a performer at heart, couldn't help but smile at the mention of roles.

His eyes flicked towards the bug girl. "It's an imaginary game, mademoiselle. It need not be realistic."

Then he turned back towards the professor. "I'm assuming that the murderer is to try and obfuscate the rest of the class." Marcel said. "So they 'win' if everyone else fails to make the right deduction, yeah?''

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
NickTheSwing Since: Aug, 2009
#278: Feb 14th 2020 at 7:12:38 PM

Ryan Brady - Clueless

A hand immediately went up. It was Ryan's hand, and he was looking incredibly confused and even more than that, lost. He had never even played whatever a Clue was, much less ever been involved in a mystery like this. So he had no idea where he was supposed to go or what he was supposed to do. He just thought that he'd need to punch and kick a bunch'a guys not play some kinda weird RPG or boardgame or something like that. He assumed that was what this was.

Games had never really been Ryan's thing. He preferred to be up and moving rather than sitting still playing a game for however the fuck long.

"Uh, Prof? I don't have any idea what a Clue is, or how I'm supposed to play it." He tilted his head to the side, and looked around. It seemed the others were getting pretty involved in this.

Crossing his arms, Ryan also thought about the prospective curfew and more to the point how he planned on finding out what was going on / how he could evade it. He had no intention of cancelling his late night workouts. The hot babes went in later for the classes at the gym!

kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#279: Feb 14th 2020 at 7:51:07 PM

Classroom — Sue

Sue had questions. A lot of questions. So many questions that it would no doubt overwhelm her instructor if she asked everything that was filling her dense furry noggin. If she had any common sense, she'd hold off for now and keep her big hairy mouth shut.

...

"So, yeah, sorry, but why's there a curfew cause we didn't have any curfews in the jungle cause we just ate and slept whenever the fuck we wanted cause it was a free country except it wasn't a country it was a jungle so I guess that doesn't make any sense but whatever, FUCK CURVIEWS. Also what's Clue and I WANNA BE THE MURDERER! PICK ME! PICK ME! MEMEMEMEME!"

Sue may not have wanted to murder anyone in the really-real world, but the Jade Emporer be damned if playing one didn't sound like a hoot.

Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 15th 2020 at 3:49:22 AM

CenturyEye Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign? from I don't know where the Yith sent me this time... Since: Jan, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
#280: Feb 15th 2020 at 4:17:33 PM

Investigations Live-Action Clue Ho!


"Ah!" Ortrun raised her arms the way she... didn't cheer at rallies because she didn't watch sports but live action Clue! Her previous exhaustion was momentarily forgotten. Momentarily. Oh. And a shuffle later, she quickly brought her arms to her desk and shrank in her seat "I don't think its boring really... I mean my parents don't play that much but the computer surprises you sometimes..." He doesn't care and I am starting to ramble. After disrupting the class. "Sorry."

She quietly put a line through her old schedule, backed up on paper, trying to work in everything hithero scheduled after 7.10 pm. 20 minutes of cushion time in case something went wrong. Okay, I just have to wake up earlier and wash Bessy. Start at 4:30, and do alot of the prep in the room. I can probably disassemble some of the equipment and repair it on the desk... Okay, the lab. Can't bring that in. I'll prepare food in advance and cut out lunch. And alternate days. That's... not enough time.

I mean, she considered asking the Headmaster to reconsider but he had a reason and she'd look awful stupid when he explained it in layman's terms. Besides, she was too young to be 'straightened out'. Heck, she'd just avoided that with Sue. On that note, never snap at people willing to demolish wood and people again. Beat. Or so willing to play the murderer.

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
JumpingFruit An Ordinary Oddball from R'lyeh Since: Feb, 2018 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
An Ordinary Oddball
#281: Feb 16th 2020 at 4:18:36 PM

Inusuke shook his head to either indicate that "no, he had no more questions" or "no, he would not like a go at the professor's desk."

It was either one of the two.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Feb 16th 2020 at 9:27:07 AM

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
MichaelDj54 Since: Mar, 2010
#282: Feb 22nd 2020 at 10:21:05 AM

Professor Holmes

"Oh absolutely agreed. It's definitely not their job to be the detectives in a situation. This is more or less a beginners crash course of such a thing. ANYONE can be a detective if they hold their cards right, and look for the proper clues." He looked through the various scenarios in his Hard Light suggestion, mumbling about not making it TOO hard.

Upon hearing Ryan's question, without glancing up, he explained, "Clue is a very simple game on paper. Someone killed a person, and it's up to you, and the other players, to figure out, who did it, how they did it, and where they did it. This is more or less the same situation here."

And then Marcel, to which he nodded. "Correct. One of YOU will know you're the killer. It's your job to make it as difficult for the others as possible. Pass off important information. Hide evidence. Frame someone else. It's a difficult job but a proper one to show the difficulties of being an investigator when someone is actively working against you."

"And no Sue, good god above no."

Knowing her she'd probably take it seriously.

"Ah." he said as he pointed to one of the selections. "I think this one would fit wonderfully." And he pressed the button.

The room suddenly flickered before their eyes, and where a classroom was mere moments ago, they were now in the middle of a seedy, smoke filled and rather dated looking room, around a table of long since discarded cards and half finished glasses of alcohol. A portly man in a 1920's zoot suit sat at the head, facedown on the table and gripping a shot glass which had spilled out, obviously long dead.

Pressing another button, the student's attires will have changed accordingly. Changed into something that one would find in a dated Mafia movie, of pin stripes, tommy guns and chomping down on imaginary cigars.

"This one is incredibly simple." Holmes said from somewhere in the room, hidden among the other hard light configurations. "You are all part of a Mafia family, headed by Don Marlone over there. In the middle of a game of cards, Marlone died right then and there at the table. Someone poisoned his drink, and it's up to YOU to figure out who, and why."

"Incoming character sheets for your characters..."

FOR LUCY:

Your character is Regina Guissepe, the Bartender: Only peripherally involved in the gang's affairs, Regina serves drinks and runs the till at The Joint, Don Carrasino's favorite bar. At the moment it doesn't look good for you. You don't have much in terms of Marlone's death but people do know you're very firm on people paying their tab on time....

FOR MARCEL:

Gino Cabella, the Hitman: Well dressed, soft-spoken, and cold as ice, Gino is an expert at "taking care of" people who end up on the Don's wrong side. You're known for doing what the Don needs done, when he needs it done. Quick, effortless, precise, you're a murdering machine and you're damn good at your job. However, you do have thoughts. Maybe the Don wasn't paying you enough.

FOR STEVEN:

Lorenzo Pennino, the Driver: Talkative, likable, and quick-witted, Lorenzo takes care of the gang's transportation needs, whether that means serving as chauffeur or getaway driver. Perhaps a bit too likable. You're always there with a smile and you make sure things get done when they need to be. But maybe you don't get paid enough. You're the driver, one of the most important things to have in a get away. Perhaps you deserve something more?

FOR JENNA:

Catalina "Crazy Cat" Macciano, the Shooter: As quick with a smile or a ribald joke as she is quick to anger, Catalina is the Don's top gunslinger. But how long can you possibly hold your anger and frustrations? Don's been slowin' down on the old murder train, maybe it's time the crime family had a bit more blood to shed?

FOR ORTRUN

Claudia Navarra, the Don's Girl: Beautiful, sultry, and salacious, Claudia is the Don's main squeeze. No one would ever suspect you! You're practically the best one of this bunch, you keep his head on straight and look out for his best interests. But maybe, just maybe, the money he was giving you wasn't quite enough?

FOR SUE:

Sue's sheet was different from the others. Rather than paragraphs of character traits, she had pictures. One where she was standing beside the Don, looking intimidating and strong, as if protecting him. Another series of pictures of seeing all the shiny coins the Don had and wasn't giving any to her.

FOR RYAN:

Antonio "Lefty" Bonocello, the Don's Bodyguard: Responsible for the Don's personal security, Lefty is a silent, menacing giant of a man. Protecting the Don has been your duty since you met him and let him into the family. He's treated you right and then some. He's treated you like his son and wanted only the best for you, though he was scrimping on paying every once in a while...

FOR INUSUKE:

"Dirty" Vinnie Marino, the Conman: A smooth dresser and a smooth talker, Dirty Vinnie's good looks and silver tongue have always brought him good fortune. You've done more for the Don than anyone else in the family, you've brought him good fortune, lots of money and lots of power. But it seems as though he forgot where it all came from. So naturally, you'd be a suspect as well.

FOR CHERYL:

Jenny the Investigative role. Up to you, among the others, to solve the case of who killed Don Marlone.

FOR KYLE: Dominic the Investigative role. Up to you, along with the others, to solve the case of who killed Don Marlone.

"So." Holmes spoke up. "Let's get this started by perhaps sayin a little bit about your character for those present, so theories can begin building..."

Edited by MichaelDj54 on Feb 22nd 2020 at 3:51:20 AM

CenturyEye Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign? from I don't know where the Yith sent me this time... Since: Jan, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
#283: Feb 22nd 2020 at 11:58:35 AM

Operation Clue!


Right on cue, Ortrun flipped her head—and strained her neck—to the sound of a non-existent saxophone. And made plenty of noise pounding on the floor in heels. For about ten seconds. She had to take them off before she fell. Again. But she'd play the rest!
"Darling? Its Claudia. Can you hear?" she said in a low-ish voice, trying to mimic the style of Marlene Dietrich. Ortrun didn't hesitate to embrace the Don's body, even before checking for a pulse.
"Don't just stand there!" She said eventually to the people assembled. "What happened? Whose hand was worth this much?"

Edited by CenturyEye on Feb 22nd 2020 at 3:02:25 PM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Enirboreh AKA Nixer from the domain of infinite floof. Since: Jul, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
AKA Nixer
#284: Feb 22nd 2020 at 2:14:19 PM

Investigations Class – Lucy Livingston

Oookay. This is creepy. Really, really creepy, Lucy thought, and her discomfort was visible on her face when the simulated corpse of "Don Marlone" was loaded in. Her ink instinctively rattled across her form for a brief moment, and she was aware of a heavy breathing to her right, but this was all cut off by the projection of holographic clothing onto her form—which also snapped her out of her state and allowed her to refocus.

Admittedly the period bartender's dress threw her off a little, but she managed to quash any embarrassment from reaching her face and concentrated on her assigned character.

...Ugh, crap.

Looks like she'd have to put on a bit of a persona. Which she wasn't particularly looking forward to. But she nevertheless drew in a breath, furrowed her brow in determination, and tried to adopt a suitable mannerism to match the character she had been assigned.

“Nobody's,” she answered ‘Claudia’, her by now tightly crossed arms actually fitting into her persona more than she even realised herself. “No hand's worth... this. And no one's...” she looked around, studying the room before her gaze hardened and she locked her focus on the Don's spilt glass. “No one's been in or out, haven't they?”

Okay, that's... something, she mentally acknowledged, sighing slightly as she shifted her weight to her other foot. God, this is weird... sound weird, look weird... Ortrun's already getting into it though. Good to see. I... think.

Her natural low timbre and accent was showing through as she heightened her voice to a more normal level of conversational volume. Without her nigh-whisper of a tone she seemed to speak fairly heavily. And her eyes appeared to have lost their flat softness—which were still staring intensely at the Don's overturned glass.

So he was poisoned, right...? That's kind of an underhanded way to kill someone... sneaky. Subtle. Probably someone who's smart enough to go that route. As opposed to beating them to death with a sledgehammer.

bork
JumpingFruit An Ordinary Oddball from R'lyeh Since: Feb, 2018 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
An Ordinary Oddball
#285: Feb 22nd 2020 at 3:06:06 PM

Inusuke

Inusuke shook his head. {WORKED HARD FOR HIM TALKED AND CONNED} he signed. {HARD TO BELIEVE HE DEAD}

He chewed on his seal, annoyed. Did they have to give him a smooth-talking role? That was troublesome.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Feb 23rd 2020 at 7:19:39 AM

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#286: Feb 22nd 2020 at 4:11:34 PM

Sue — Murder on the Monkey Express

Sue found herself dressed in a rather form fitting zoot suit. It even had enough space for her tail! Still, she was more than a bit put out. "But I wanted to be the murderer! I wanna I wanna I wanna!" Rather than getting into character, she instead spoke outwards the holograms, or wherever Mr.Holmes was likely to be. She wanted to be the murderer and, by God, she was gonna be the murderer!

"Look, at least let me be the murderer's accomplice or something! Oh, I got it! What there's another murderer? Like, maybe it's Murder on the Orient Press or whatever that one with the little man with the funny accent was called and *everyone* did it! C'mon! Pretty please?! Pleasepleasepleaseplease PLEEEEEEASE!"

Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 22nd 2020 at 6:12:02 AM

Blueace Surrounded by weirdoes from The End Of the World Since: Dec, 2010 Relationship Status: Chocolate!
Surrounded by weirdoes
#287: Feb 23rd 2020 at 4:38:04 PM

Fangs and Darkness

Kyle could only decide to act out the role. An investigator, huh? Alright, if nothing else, he could make this work.

Just relax, and take the stage, mate A grunt came from him as his eyes hardened, he mimed smoking a cigarette as he looked at the scene.

"Don Marlone, so that's how the last meeting goes" He said, gruffly "We have either the bravest or the dumbest perp on our hands, Ok, let's take statements and solve it quick before blood runs down the Thames"

Edited by Blueace on Feb 24th 2020 at 3:12:56 PM

Wake me up at your own risk.
PossiblyQuiteInsane Where am I? What's going on? from the other side of the mirror Since: Oct, 2016 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Where am I? What's going on?
#288: Feb 23rd 2020 at 6:21:54 PM

Jenna

Well, the technology involved with this whole thing was impressive, if nothing else. Though she couldn't say she was very enthused with the period clothing that had been projected onto her. Or with the role she'd been assigned, for that matter.

"'Crazy Cat'? Really? Sound." This last word dripped with sarcasm as Jenna began to pace around the projected room in annoyance.

She sighed. "Look. I hope yous ain't expectin' me te get all inta this act. I think I'll swerve on it, thank ye very much."

Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Feb 23rd 2020 at 9:24:53 AM

CenturyEye Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign? from I don't know where the Yith sent me this time... Since: Jan, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
#289: Feb 28th 2020 at 7:49:33 AM

Investigations - Find the Clue in... Clue


Ortrun exhaled heavily through her nose, albeit staying tight lipped and resolving to work around the distraction until Lucy Regina and Kyle Dominic commented. Regina. The bartender. Its not like the Don was covered in sledgehammer wounds or Tommy gun bullet wounds. And in his hand was his last drink...
"The dumbest," she hissed to the investigator. "Go with 'the dumbest'." She remembered this time and bunched up her dress before moving to face the bartender. Twas shiny. It glittered red. Its weight was badly distributed and tripped her up as badly as the heels if she wasn't careful.
"Ms. Regina..." Ortrun breathed at the bartender falsely calm. Very clearly falsely calm as her nails were digging into the table. "What did you serve him?"

Edited by CenturyEye on Feb 28th 2020 at 10:52:52 AM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Enirboreh AKA Nixer from the domain of infinite floof. Since: Jul, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
AKA Nixer
#290: Feb 28th 2020 at 8:13:46 AM

Investigations Class – Lucy Livingston

Lucy scowled, arms crossed even tighter and only half in character at this point. She mentally noted that insofar, Ortrun's character seemed to be the most... passionate, at least in regards to the situation at hand. It could go either way.

And Sue was... yelling. She ignored it. Making a big deal out of it would only distract further.

Her ink instinctively rattled as if to match ‘Claudia's’ rage, but it was rendered invisible beneath the projections of the simulation.

“Only what he ordered. His own special. He always watches what I mix in,” she practically hissed, gaze firm and undaunting. “Whatever's been mixed in ain't what I gave him. I don't have a policy for poisoning people involved in this line of work, if that's what you're thinking.”

Her chin raised up in defiance, and she appeared to look down on ‘Claudia’ with an almost-sneer on her face. Her mind was working away regardless behind her expression, trying to figure out who else could be plausibly the culprit.

“I'm not dumb enough to get involved with this. Nevermind killing Dons. How many people would be after my head? I see you are already. Lot of passion there, huh?”

Might've pushed it a little too far there, she noted, but she couldn't exactly backspace her spoken words. She mentally reminded herself to keep a tighter rein on what she was doing.

As for other possible culprits, she was only drawing blanks.

bork
kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#291: Feb 28th 2020 at 4:35:43 PM

Marcel - Investigations

"Can tell ya it wasn't Regina." Marcel spoke up, also clearly in-character (and clearly ignoring Sue's tantrum, like the others). He seemed to enjoy it greatly, putting on the hint of an Italian accent (at least, as much of an accent as he could convey with his artificial voicebox) and looking stern at Ortrun. "She wouldn't 've poisoned the guy, if she was looking to whack him. Because the bartender's the first person you'd suspect, in that case. And my darling Regina ain't stupid, let me tell ya."

He rubbed his neck, looking around the assembled cast. "As for why, it ain't like we don't all have a reason to want the Don dead. We all whisper to each other; he was skimpin' on payin' all of us, while takin' a little extra off the top for himself. That's why it probably wasn't you, Claudia. You'da just asked him for more, seein' as you were his main squeeze."

Marcel began to circle the table where the card game had been taking place, running his eyes across it. "But before we start tryin' to finger perps, we should take account of the facts. So, first question: who was sittin' next to the Don when he croaked?"

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
CenturyEye Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign? from I don't know where the Yith sent me this time... Since: Jan, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
#292: Feb 28th 2020 at 4:44:48 PM

Investigations - Get a Clue


"Alot," Ortrun 'Claudia' unsubtly put a great deal of emphasis on her answer to Lucy Regina before tightening her lips and turning her head toward the don on the table. "That was then. You know when 'then' was? Five minutes ago! And yes, if only everyone thought everything through." Ortrun never yelled but did project a breathy voice pulled straight from old cinema. "I would be doing... other things instead of playing around here."
She managed a tight smile at Marcel Gino. "That's a good cover story itself." She tilted her head, drumming the table. It was a crowded table in a card game. "Let's say I believed you and Regina was not the only one not at a crowded game table." Ortrun finished this with an exaggerated two-finger point from her eyes to 'Regina'.
"Who was sitting next to him? And did my darling ever leave his seat? I tell him all the time about not leaving his drinks unattended..." She balled up her hands rather pointlessly. She couldn't actually strangle the don right now.

Edited by CenturyEye on Feb 28th 2020 at 7:52:35 AM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Randomperson1212 Just a Random Guy on the Internet from Right Behind You Since: Nov, 2018 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Just a Random Guy on the Internet
#293: Mar 1st 2020 at 6:32:27 PM

Kano

Kano walked down the hallway as tired as ever. It was a constant in the universe, much like gravity, or pineapple not belonging on pizza, though in today’s world, such constants were quickly losing all meaning. Still, he was a bit annoyed with himself that he had slept in so late. Though at least he had gotten to school at all. He could have simply slept through school. ’’Like yesterday’’ he scoffed to himself. He wouldn’t let himself live that down. But that was in the past, and this was the present. Sherlock Holmes himself! He knew this school was run by King Arthur himself but he didn’t expect so many big names as teachers. He was almost at class now, and he was wondering what to expect. Compared to his other classmates, he would be fairly ordinary. Not much about him other than his long black hair. And his narcolepsy, of course, which had a habit of hitting at the worst times. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen today. Upon finally reaching his classroom, he prepared to enter the room and...

Fell unconscious against the doorway, with a sizable “thud”

Edited by Randomperson1212 on Mar 1st 2020 at 6:40:50 AM

“You see son, in life there are facts and there are opinions. Your opinion is wrong, and that’s a fact”
MichaelDj54 Since: Mar, 2010
#294: Mar 9th 2020 at 7:49:37 AM

Professor Holmes.

"Oh. MY god. This is a train wreck."

Professor Holmes leaned back against his chair as he watched the collective class begin their...ahem...investigations. He enjoyed the fact that everyone was at least ATTEMPTING to be in character for this but then Sue began a screeching campaign DEMANDING to be the killer and frankly, if she wasn't one now, she may be one in the fucking future.

Everyone looked uncomfortable and lost. No one looked as though they had ANY idea of what to do. Holmes silently mused to himself that maybe this wasn't the best way to run Investigations by having literally someone be the murderer since not a lot of people were meant for the investigative role. Maybe he would have to go about doing a different way for this class-

-thud-

And now a fucking student was passed out in his doorway and he turned over his shoulder to see who had just showed up this late and to see Kano passed out on the floor-

Oh for fuck sake how could this get any worse-

The screen flickered for a moment. In fact, the room itself flickered for everyone inside of the simulation. Their clothes, the hologram copies did anyway, flickered, fragmented and vanished and slowly the massive room where they were all in mere moments ago vanished and they were in a large, open, black space.

And a voice echoed out.

"MWAHAHAHHA! WELCOME HEROES, TO YOUR DOOM!" Laughed a voice that began to form out of the fragments of light that were once the hologram fragments. The face looked very...simplistic. Like a Wire frame face made out of glowing lights. The epitome of Uncanny Valley for some. "FOR YOU NOW FIND YOURSELVES AT THE MERCY OF THE TECHNOLOGICAL TERROR! THE VAST VIRUS! THE DIGITAL DOOM HIMSELF! THE ONE, THE ONLY...MILLENNIUM BUG!"

"Oh thank god it's only the Y2K Bug." Holmes said as he pulled Kano into the room and adjusted him in his seat, making sure he was comfy. He walked over to the Intercom and pressed down on it. "Alright class, don't be afraid. This is a D-List villain at best, most he's going to be able to do is annoy you. Just...beat him around until he gets bored and leaves, I have a medical issue I need to handle out here. You'll be able to take him, no problem. Go nuts, the Hardlight Zone can take a heaping load of punishment."

"D-LIST!? I'LL SHOW YOU D-LIST WHEN I'M DESTROYING YOUR PRECIOUS STUDENTS WITH MY VIRUS CANNONS!" And slowly, multicolored, stereotypical cannons appears on either sides of the room, aiming their mouths at the students themselves.

"...Yeah, anyway, you lot have fun with this, I'll be back to check in in a moment." Holmes sounded genuinly disinterested.

Enirboreh AKA Nixer from the domain of infinite floof. Since: Jul, 2015 Relationship Status: Non-Canon
AKA Nixer
#295: Mar 9th 2020 at 8:06:53 AM

Lucy Livingston – Investigations Class

D-List? And a new guy. Who's asleep. And this is my first villain, Lucy realised, seeming to relax once again as the holograms faded from them. Even if he is D-List, he probably won't go down the same as a mugger...

Her ink rapidly expanded out from her form as extended tendrils, snapping and biting at empty air as they writhed and burbled in preparation to face down this supposed villain. Lucy herself remained neutral in stance and kept her hands in her hoodie pockets; though she kept a steady eye on the deployed cannons and appeared to be thinking through something. The odd rattling noise her ink seemed to produce raised and lowered in volume, and in places sounded eerily humanlike.

“...Guessing we'll tell who it was after this, huh?” she asked in her once again softer tone, wanting to at least break her own silence somewhat with idle conversation. “Never fought an actual villain before...” she admitted in addition.

The cannons were making her uneasy, and as such a couple of the ink tendrils rapidly sprouted forwards and coiled towards two of the cannons; emanating a bubbling shriek of sorts as they split apart into clawed appendages and aimed to crush and wrench the cannons out from where they were attached. Bizarre ripples of colour occasionally ran through them, seemingly as a subconscious pulse. Like the twitch of a muscle under strain. Or a nervous, recurrent tic of sorts.

We'll be done soon, Holmes.

bork
UndyingPhoenix Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
#296: Mar 9th 2020 at 8:34:37 AM

Cheryl - Investigation Intrusion

The flickering simulation caught the South Africa's attention, and then that loud booming voice actively got her adrenaline pumping. Was this a sudden change? A surprise test? An actual villain? It was...

The Y2K Bug. Cheryl felt almost instantly deflated. She brought one hand up to her forehead, breathing a sigh.

"You're joking, right? The Y2K Bug, seriously? Get with the times, man. That whole scare was ages ago. And, uh...yeah, good luck destroying me with those peashooters."

Lucy was already sending out the tendrils of ink towards the cannons, aiming to rip them out of the ground. Now, assumptions were bad, and for all she knew the ink girl could take a beating. But she didn't look that sturdy. Spreading her arms protectively, she hovered between Lucy and the cannons she wasn't targeting.

"Oi, Lucy, ne? If you rip any of those things out, bring them to me. I'll toss them around like toys at other things while taking whatever they shoot this way."

She looked at one cannon, primed to fire. A burning pulse throbbed within her muscles, feeling the radioactive power surging through her. Whatever it was, she could handle it, chanting under her breath as she flipped her hair out of her eyes.

"I'm hard as steel, I'm hard as steel..."

Edited by UndyingPhoenix on Mar 9th 2020 at 5:36:03 PM

JumpingFruit An Ordinary Oddball from R'lyeh Since: Feb, 2018 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
An Ordinary Oddball
#297: Mar 9th 2020 at 8:45:54 AM

Inusuke

Inusuke cocked his head to one side. Was this villain referencing something from the 2000s? Those times were long past by now. Did he not realize that? Well, no matter. It was time for Inusuke to showcase his fighting prowess—in front of the ladies, no less!

He yipped as he charged the cannons with his blade, hopefully moving too fast to let any of them lock onto him properly.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Mar 9th 2020 at 8:54:48 AM

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
CenturyEye Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign? from I don't know where the Yith sent me this time... Since: Jan, 2017 Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
#298: Mar 9th 2020 at 11:51:13 AM

Have no Clue


Ortrun thought a moment that the computer had a bug. Scene transitions usually didn't require everything blinking off.
A moment later, she knew it wasn't a bug—well, just a bug—and was flat on her butt, staring wide-eyed at the glowing menace and utterly failing at not trembling. It didn't occur to her not to tremble. There was a monster in the simulation that they were stuck in!
"Wh-what?!" When she finally processed Holmes throwing them to the wolf, she stupidly looked away from the glowing monster to the teacher calmly relaxing. And then she heard 'virus cannons' and snapped her head back straight. "Wait! Wait! He didn't mean—"
Holmes had just turned his back. Ink was flying and someone had a sword. Ortrun vaguely registered more chatter. She'd wonder 'now what' if she had the capacity. Right now she was trying to remember how to breathe. And why her limbs suddenly weighed 100 kilos each. And how she was going to function like this!
...Her mouth was bleeding. From where she was biting her lip. She could move though. And realize that she'd been squeezing her eyes shut. That could've killed her! Nope! She didn't dwell on it. Just thanked her bleeding lips that she could move. And moved.
Ortrun moved. No, adrenaline did not make her run any faster. Or more coordinated with the things in her pockets bumping against her and dragging her coat every which way. And she couldn't tell if she was making any progress because they were in a featureless black void lit only by the monster. The need to tell her fellows what she was doing may have slipped her mind.
She didn't find the wall so much as hit it full speed. And wasted several moments shaking her hands as if that stopped pain. "Wall panel...wall panel..." She felt along the wall looking for the panel or wiring to shut the power off to the thing's devices. It only occurred to her that she was babbling this aloud after it occurred to her that the panel probably wouldn't answer her babbling.

Edited by CenturyEye on Mar 9th 2020 at 12:03:12 PM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
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#299: Mar 9th 2020 at 1:08:15 PM

Kano Agano - A new challenger appears!!!

“What was that noise!?” Kano thought to himself. It was so loud, it was beginning to become hard to sleep. And that was saying something. Opening his eyes, Kano slowly began to understand what had happened, and what was going on. “Aw dang it!” He finally said. “Not again...”

He looked over to his professor, the great Sherlock Holmes himself, and prepared to give an explanation, but found Holmes to be a bit preoccupied. Instead, he stood up and began to examine his surroundings.

His classmates were currently fighting a supervillain, which he assumed wasn’t a very everyday occurrence. Still, they seemed to be doing pretty well. They definitely weren’t all there, but he took the time to study his classmates before joining the fight anyway. The most notable of them were a humanoid bug thing, a monkey person, a literal mime, a girl in a lab coat and...

His jaw practically fell to the floor.

Of all of the fledgling heroes in that simulation, none of them caught his attention more than that particular girl, already in the middle of the fight. He had seen hundreds of unique superheroes over the years, but he had never seen anything like her. She had ebony hair and ivory skin, much like Kano himself ironically, and a baggy hoodie that appeared to have... ink on it? He assumed that had something to do with her powers.

Tearing his eyes from the girl, and reattaching his jaw, he moved his attention over to the villain. It seemed to be a simple virus in the simulation, but he had to be sure. Biting his lip so as to not have a similar mishap as earlier, he walked forward, balled his fist, and let out a punch using a portion of his power. As his eyes illuminated the inky black space around him, he was pleased to find out that the giant face in the middle was an acceptable target, as it jolted back and made an agitated grunt “Perfect” he though to himself.

He used a bit more power to lift up a couple of the cannons in the room, and sent them flying into the giant floating face, sending it in turn, flying into the invisible wall of the simulation. That alone almost put himself out, but he was awake, and that’s what mattered.

Once again gathering his strength, he put his hand into a claw, and gripped as hard as he could, shredding the giant face into several, annoyingly large, pieces of hard light. His lips were bleeding now, and he fell back down to his chair, needing the rest. He would be out of commission for a hot second, but he had done some good damage. Now he just wished he brought his wrist watch.

“You see son, in life there are facts and there are opinions. Your opinion is wrong, and that’s a fact”
Blueace Surrounded by weirdoes from The End Of the World Since: Dec, 2010 Relationship Status: Chocolate!
Surrounded by weirdoes
#300: Mar 9th 2020 at 2:42:46 PM

Fangs And Darkness

Well, that happened. Kyle could only have a deadpan look, but in less than a second, he was on the move.

"Well, time to move" With that, he whistled, as a bunch of rattling chains surrounded him, and obscured his body. As that happened, his body started to shift, his muscles expanded, his face changed shape and his body started getting covered in fur.

When it ended, where a teenager stood, a black beast took its place, armored and with chains covering his body.

Moving with more grace than anything this size could, he ran to the nearest cannon and started drawing its fire, to try and smash it.

First day, huh? He thought I reckon I should be careful lest I bring those mobsters this way. Never piss off a wolf

Edited by Blueace on Mar 9th 2020 at 6:43:45 AM

Wake me up at your own risk.

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