Wow, I can't make 3 posts without Sho... Back to him I guess....
Sho burst through the window that Gary was looking through and smashed his skull. "SO ZETTA SLOW! I'm Anthony's only character! *****." He looked around and saw no one but Chell and Takuno.
"Alright, I'm going to address this first." Sho said looking at Takuno. "You are NOT a villain. Your a crazy ***** who's parents are dead. Well guess what? I math'd my parents to death." Sho exclaimed.
"How did you..." Takuno began.
"I JUST FUCKING DID." Sho yelled back.
"Sup Chell?" Sho asked.
"I miss Grimmy..." Chell mumbled.
"MENTAL IMAGES... It takes more than a universal reset to burn them out!?"
"How do we know eachother if there was a universe rewind thingy."
".... It's easier this way?"
Please please PLEASE stick with one character. I get lost when you have like 70. And if you want her to be a villain, fine. But get rid of the rest.
They'll be gone pretty soon :/ This is just for the fun of it. It'll just be Isaac and the little sister soon. And they're so close, they're basically one character :/
"I am SO a villain! I'm trying to kill a little girl and wipe an entire village off the face of thhe Earth, JUST to prove a bit of research that would be proven in about 3 years!"
Ajb is right yo I have no idea who you are half the time, bro
Chell runs up to Sho, "I missed you Sho." she says squeezing him.
"Thats great Chell, but my your crushing my ribs." said Sho
"You came back and you brought BBQ you are the bestest best friend ever!" she says
"HOLD UP!!" says Jakemen looking at the radar in the Pelican "We got a faint sign of plot popping up on the radar, re-routing to Joe's Bar" announced Jakemen, coming through the radio headset on Yoshi, Miss Glados and the Shrike listened though their machine empathy link.
The Pelican set down in front of the bar, its rear door hissed open and Jakemen, The Shrike, Yoshi, and Miss Glados, stepped onto the street looking at it.
"This place smells funny, like pee mixed with the liquid the scientist drank when studies did not come out the way they wanted it" groaned Miss Glados
"Ha, well I could use a stiff drink!" Cheered Jakemen, strutting into the bar.
The Shrike morphed his hand into something smooth and touchable, and took Miss Glados's hand and walked in with Yoshi trailing behind.
Isaac glared at GlaDOS as she walked into the bar. "...Insufferable machine..."
Vanessa hid her head in Isaac's shoulder. "Big brother... They're scary..."
Jakeman strolled right up to the bar and jumped on a stool. "I'll have a Ram Johnson, barkeep. And yes, I've had one before. I can handle it." The barkeeper nods solemnly, and begins to concoct a drink of truly epic proportions. He finished making it, and slid it down the bar to Jakeman. Jakeman picked it up and sipped it gently, figuring that he would either pass out again, or live. As it turned out, neither. Behind him, a large glowing portal appeared, and Duke Nukem stepped forth. "Yo, Jakeman! I need you to manage develepment hell for a while, Gearbox software has actually finished Duke Nukem Forever. And you can't say no, because you owe me baby."
"Aww crap, I just got here..... Ok. Besides, I'm one character too many anyways. OI! Keep safe heros! Have fun!" Jakeman waved to the hero's as he left with Duke through the portal to hell, taking his awesome gun the Shrike gave him and his drink too. Yoshi looked at the space where he had been sitting and sighed. "Well, I wanted to get to know him, he seemed like an OK kinda guy. Oh well. Barkeep? Can I have a water for Miss Glados and a Coke for me? Erm, I'm not sure what the Shrike will have though..."
The Shrike and Miss Glados had taken a seat at a table by the jukebox, and Miss Glados was experimenting with her technological mind control powers. The jukebox began to play 'Sweet Child Of Mine' by Guns'n'Roses, and Miss Glados smiled. "I was going for 'Welcome to the Jungle', but this is close enough. Shrike? Why are your eyes green?"
<spoiler=OOC>Three characters is a bit much, now that we have some sort of plot building up. Any ideas on the quest we are going on? Or shall we wait for Maddawg to do his thang first?
"Well, the internet has imprinted itself on my persona, and I have out-OMG, R U A GURL?? DO U HAVE BEWBS??? I LIEK BEWBS!!!-ursts like that but they shouldn't last long."
"And worry not about buying me a drink Yoshi, I don't really consume anything. I don't really have a mouth, unless I morph one, and usually that?s when I'm locked in a death grip and I feel the need to bite of the human being I was programmed to mutilate.... Either way." The Shrikes eyes returned to their blood red glow as he watched Miss Glados sip at water though a bendy straw. The Shrike took his finger and began to carve a small heart into the table.
Jakemen, good job on seeing Im a GNR nut XD and also I'm totally phsyched for whatever misson quest we are about to undertake, waiting for Sam to decide
Isaac started rocking left to right, gently rocking his adopted daughter and started humming a chilling, yet somehow soothing lullaby to her. Vanessa's eyes started to lull and she yawned sleepily. "Beddy-bye, Big brother...~"
The Stig was quickly getting fed up with Teisels bullshit. He liked the servbots and all and the pay was decent, that was if he got paid at all, but it turns out that some little blue punk had a vendetta against everything the man did and went out of his way to scoop out his jobs. This was getting too real for him, he eventualy decided to wash his hands of the whole scenario.
He left a letter of resignation, and on his way out he swiped the keys to the Fokkerwolf and proceeded to go to the car that was acting as it's hangar. He saw one of the small Servbots working on the machine and threw it into a burlap sack for no indeterminate reason other than that they are kinda funny to him, which he then placed behind the seat of the cockpit as he flew over to the villains hideout, from experience knowing that they would pay better than heros.
Sam surveyed the bar. It looked like he had just about enough people to get going, and anyone who hadn't turned up yet could always track them down along the road. Sam hopped up onto a table, hoping to get everyone's attention, but unfortunately they seemed not to notice him, carrying on with their conversations, drinking and fighting as though he wasn't there. Seeking to draw their gaze, Sam did the natural thing; he picked up one of the smaller patrons of the bar and lit them on fire. Steadily, as he held the flaming boy above his head, did heads turn to face him.
"Alright," Sam said, once his sacrificial lamb had burnt out, "Some of you may know me, others, maybe not; I'm Sam, and I should be leading you for the next few years."
"What, so our leader's a little boy with blue hair and a purse?" a stocky drunkard politely inquired. Sam raised his eyebrows at the drunk, and a shadow that had been sitting in the corner of the bar flashed over, slit his throat and went back to its' seating position. Sam nodded in thanks.
"Thank you, Rag. Now, as I was saying, it seems the fates have something rather large in store for us. While I'd love to just hit the road and find adventure where it takes us, it looks like this time round our destiny lies in space." Sam closed his eyes and pointed a finger dramatically at the ceiling.
"Um, aren't we already in space...?" a lean designated driver asked, pointing out the window at the very visible stars and planets. Sam nodded at a dark-skinned young angel sitting at the bar, who then drew a staff from his back. In a flash of divine light, the staff transformed into a bow, and he notched a glowing arrow and fired it at the observant man, impaling him through the head.
"That was a bit uncharacteristic of you..." the shadow sitting in the corner observed.
"Hey, stupidity's a sin. Also, he probably masturbated a lot," the angel retorted.
"Um... anyway," Sam said, continuing in stride. "There's this "intergalactic checkpoint" just across the street over there, so if those of you who want to join me and become sexy unbeatable heroes would just be kind enough to make your way over there..." Sam indicated towards the door, and the to-be heroes started mulling out. "Great. Await instructions when you get there," Sam called out to the heroes' backs, then followed them out once the last ones had left.
when they reached the checkpoint there was suddenly a shining light it was so bright had to avert their eyes
then out from the light stepped Ryan. behind him was a massive spaceship.
Ryan was twirling what looked like a cross between a key and a USB plug, attached to a chain, he twirled it on said chain before tossing it to Sam.
"The access code is X3B0473GDYKS8"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because your gonna help me fly the ship"
"What ship"
"That ship" he said gesturing to the ship behind him.
"Why do you need my help? I thought you were gonna drive us there or teleport us there."
"Nope flight also last time I flew my ship I crashed."
Sam led the heroes into the ship this would be good.
"No it wouldn't, no I didn't, and shut up!" Sam said, entirely disregarding the above post. "As a matter of fact, there's a certain procedure we need to go through before we visit other worlds. Particularly after... last time..." Sam grimaced and looked at his feet. "How many planets was it that we destroyed? Two? Three? Anyway, we need to get some stuff signed before we leave. Legal stuff." Sam motioned towards the building, indicating that his compadres should enter.
Inside was a desk. Beyond the desk were two hallways, and in front of it was a mostly-empty waiting room. Directly behind the desk was an incredibly bored-looking rockstar.
"Gerard Way!" Sam cried, walking over to his old recurring adversary and shaking his hand. "How long's it been? Sixty pages? Oh, I was someone a while ago who would have loved to meet you... anyway, how's it going?"
"Oh, not too bad," Gerard replied. "After the space mission failed, Billy-Joe and I had to find work; which, of caourse, was difficult, since we'd crashed halfway between the end of the universe and the point from which all creation spawned... luckily, we happened to float past this legal place, so here we wound up. I work behind this desk, and Billy, the antisocial psychopath, got a job torturing people. Not entirely sure what an intergalactic travel agency would need a torturer for, but hell; I digress. Anyway, you're here for your travel passes, right? Here ya go-" Gerard handed Sam a number of forms. "Here, fill these out. It's a technicality, basically; we just need to check what your weapons are, your abilities, maybe a bit about yourself-"
"Hold on a minute, G," Sam said, leaning close to his old adversary with a serious look on his face. "This looks a bit like a character sheet."
"What?" Gerard picked up the forms and looked at them. "Oh, I suppose it does a bit, yeah-" Sam grabbed him by the collar and headbutted him in the face.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS!?" Sam threw G-Way to the floor and started unzipping his trousers. "This ain't some namby-pamby "organized RP"! This ain't Surge! We don't do sheets, or characterization! We kill people and screw things! God, next you'll be telling me there's a "plot" or some sort of shit!"
"Well, Ram did set up a kind of basic overview thing he had planned..." Gerard said, pulling himself up to his desk and showing Sam a post in the group chat about Ram's idea for the direction the RP could take. Sam, enraged, picked the computer up and smashed it on Gerard's head.
"GRAAAAAAGH! Alright." Sam started handing out forms to the members of his group. "This could be fun! In fact, I'm actually really looking forward to this! This could be the thing we need to get the RP back on its' feet!" Pulling a pen out of his bag, Sam started to fill in his form.
Once there was a man. He was pretty great. This bloke's name was Sam. He's a bloke that no-one hates.
Yeah, basically, if you skim back over these past two posts, you'll get a pretty good overview of what I'm like. Ludicrously cheerful most of the time, but with occasional psychopathic moments of extreme violence. The two aren't necessarily mutually exclusive.
Abilities are mostly typical anime-character stuff: hard to kill, and capable of jumping really, really high. My only weapon is my not-at-all-effeminate Subspace Bag, which has everything in it. Seriously, everything.
Okay, gang, get those sheets filled in. Basically, just state weapons, powers, and maybe a teensy bit of personality, though that's not entirely necessary. Once you're done, consult with Gerard and he'll let you know if you're fit to fly.
Isaac picked up a paper for himself and Vanessa and sat down in a corner. He ripped two small pieces of graphite off the nearest planet and weakened them to a pencil shape and handed Vanessa one. They both started writing.
I'm Isaac, from Vale on Weyard. I'm a Venus adept, which means I have absolute dominion over anything that has to do with the ground and it's shit. I haven't had a pretty good life since over a 4 years ago. One of my best friends and his parents were hit by a boulder and got nearly crushed, while his sister, who I love now, was devestated. 3 years later, I had to o around the entire damn world of Weyard to save her and stop two evil uys named Saturos and Menardi from releasing Alchemy back into the world and using it's power to rule all. After I got home, almost immediatly, I was taken from my dimension, and forced to partake in some game that was being used to distract the populace of a planet so Aliens could take over... How stupid do these people have to be that a ame would distract them from that? Either way, while I saw there, I found out the Jenna had lost all her memories and that she had joined Breen, the man who kidnapped me. I was driven insane more than once... The agony... The pain I suffered through in that damn house! I swore I'd kill that man!... But after a Zombie invasion, we all had to be transported to an Island, where I was injured and developed acute amnesia, for a while. I came close to a small child, named Vanessa, who was stolen from a city called Rapture, which, in all fairness, was just as bad, if not worse than the island. Either way, I had to keep her safe. On the Island, I lost many friends, my arm, and nearly my life, twice... And poor Vanessa's father died. So now I've adopted her. But, on the plus side, while on the Island, I rew stronger and gained the ability to fly. And I made new friends. I'll always fight for good, no matter what.
Pretty pretty angels~
They sleep with the lights on though... Lazy angels~
I help the angels by turning off their light for them so they can sleep~
Daddy's gone... He was an angel too, for a minute. By now, Eleanor has all his lights~
Big brother is nice~ He keeps me safe, just like Daddy did~ I like him~
"..." Gerard glanced at the sheets of paper in his hand. "...Dude, I ain't even gonna skim that... I'll just take your word for it... you're safe." He waved Isaac through. Vanessa attempted to follow, but Gerard cut her off with his hand. "Hold it, little lady. I'm afraid this ain't gonna do, since it doesn't actually tell me anything about you..." Gerard looked at Isaac imploringly. "Sorry, but could you do one for her? It's really a trivial thing, but we can't let anyone too powerful through into other worlds, just in case they get destroyed or something... It'll just be a little thing. I only need to know she isn't some kind of omni-powerful god."
"The only thin wron with her is her skin, the fact that she can hold her breath for gratuitous amounts of time, and that she heals much faster than normal, almost instantly... But she's just a Little Sister. She has no God-like powers and can't even fight... But fine... i'll write her one." Isaac takes the pencil back and takes Vanessa's sheet.
Pretty pretty angels~
They sleep with the lights on though... Lazy angels~
I help the angels by turning off their light for them so they can sleep~
Daddy's gone... He was an angel too, for a minute. By now, Eleanor has all his lights~
Big brother is nice~ He keeps me safe, just like Daddy did~ I like him~
Vanessa was born in Rapture (I'm guessing), an underwater "Utopia" where the greatest minds in the world gathered. After a substance called ADAM was discovered and it's ability to ive normal people God-like abilities, people started taking little girls from their families and merging them with the parasite that produced ADAM, making a little ADAM factory called "The Little Sister". Vanessa is one of these. Any injury she gets, the parasite quickly heals, and, although she can produce mass quantities of it, she gets no super-human abilities from the ADAM and needs to drink blood from ADAM rich corpses to make more. She was taken by Breen to the Island, like I said, and I took care of her. While we were there, her father died, and I adopted her.
"Yep, fair enough. You two are good to go." He stepped aside and allowed the pair to pass through into the corridor on the other side of the barrier, where they waited for the rest of their posse.
"Awesome. Come on, Vanessa~" Isaac called to his daughter. Vanessa walked up to him and climbed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hmm...~" She hung onto him as he picked her up and walked through the barrier with her.
"Yo," Said Sidoh. "The Sid doesn't do character sheets."
Gerard smiled. "Oh, really?" He pulled out a copy of Justin Bieber's CD My World 2.0 and a CD player. "I could just -"
"ALRIGHT! I'll fill out the damn sheet!" Gerard smiled, and handed Sidoh the form.
After thirty seconds, Sidoh handed his sloppily written form back to Gerard.
Sidoh is a god of death, or 'shinigami', from the anime/manga Death Note. He has a Death Note, (a notebook wherein you write someone's name, and then they die,) but it's torn and he can't use it. He also has a lightsaber, because lightsabers are just awesome. And his abilities? Um . . . he's a god of death, so he can travel to the underworld whenever he wants, and, um . . . he was his class president in 4th grade. That's about it.
I know i've been in and out of this thing many times now, but I just keep coming back for more!
"Hey! I hope you don't mind If I tag along with you guys for a bit!" Domon announced as he finished his Dr. Pepper at the bar. He flung his red cloak over his shoulders and walked over to Gerard.
"Sure, be my guest." Gerard handed Domon the sheet and Domon promptly filled it out and handed it back.
"You all should feel honored that I decided to join your ragtag army." Domon smirked as he returned to the bar for another Dr.Pepper.
Domon Kashu is the King of hearts, One of the most powerful martial artists in the world. His skills range from kicking ass, to stopping bullets with his feet. Also, He has his trademark Shining Gundam. Complete with epic speech attacks and everything.
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