I keep thinking I want to do a mini-idea where either Blair or Marcus gets hurt somewhere along the line..

Any ideas?

Weiss blinked a few times, noticing the gray, darkened clouds above her. They seemed so unnatural, reminding her of-

Weiss got up with a start, thinking back to the events of the Hero’s graveyard. There was no way she could have been summoned back to that living hell, right? She’d done her part, and

Looking around, Weiss realized that wherever this was, it wasn’t the Hero’s graveyard. Unfortunately, the looks of this place didn’t make it seem like an immediate upgrade. As she looked around, she saw nothing but cold, hard stone that parted into a muddy mess. To either side of her, petrified trees dotted the area, and their gnarled, twisted appearance seemed to hint they were the slightest bit unnatural.

“Wh-where..”

Weiss looked down to see she was actually sitting in a rough bedroll, and as she clutched at her stomach, she realized with some relief that she was no longer wounded. She felt *incredibly* hungry, but the pain in her back and stomach had receded completely. Someone had taken care of her when she fell unconscious, and then, dropped her here. Recalling what occurred these past few days, she supposed she was pretty lucky. Not nearly as conscious as she might have liked, but… lucky.

Weiss was interrupted from her musing by a fairly deep, crass voice behind her. “Finally, you’ve awoken.”
Weiss turned around to see a blonde-haired man holding what looked like a timepiece. He just studied her with a cold glare.

Weiss got up and dashed for him, one hand seeking to grab his throat, as her eyes widened.

The tall man just casually grabbed her by the face and smashed her into the stone floor, his face completely expressionless as he grabbed out a metallic pill of some sort, ignoring the huntress’s thrashing and frustration. Weiss tried her hardest to get out of his grip, but he seemed far stronger than he appeared, and Weiss, on the other hand, felt strangely weak.
“My name is Fukaku Nayamasa.” The man explained, before suddenly slamming a fist into Weiss’s stomach

The huntress gasped in pain, and her mysterious assailant shoved the pill into her mouth, going so far as to push his hand into her throat to force the pill down. Weiss tried to get up, to struggle, but the man kept one hand on her forehead, holding her down, while the other unceremoniously slammed her mouth shut.

“Swallow!”

Weiss didn’t know what the hell this guy was giving her, but her body betrayed her as she reflexively swallowed the weird pill

“Still feel like killing me?” The man asked, getting up and leaning against a tree.

“O… Oh god. What’s…” Weiss stated with sudden nausea. Whatever the pill was, it had worked, alright. She’d lost the gnawing hunger that had sat with her since she’d been resurrected from the graveyard.

And with the sanity that she’d gained as the hunger left, she realized she’d just tried to kill the man who’d probably saved her life. She had no idea why, exactly, but she’d just attempted to murder him.

“It’s simple, Hollow.” Nayamasa stated. “You are now a monster. And one with poor self-control.”

“Wh… What are you saying?”

Fukaku let out an annoyed grunt. “What I just said. Sometime recently, you obtained something that made you less than human. Now, Saiko has decided to fully activate that with a portion of her own powers, and you’ve become a being that feeds on humanity. As I loosely fit the qualification of 'human being', you just unconsciously attempted to consume me, due in good part to near starvation after your recent awakening ate away completely at what little spiritual energy you had at the time.”

Weiss had to fight hard to stop herself from tearing up, or gasping, or screaming.


“A... monster…” Weiss stammered.

Getting up, Weiss glared. “No! My name is Weiss Schnee! I”m a human! What the hell are you talking about? None of what you just said makes sense! Who the hell are you to call someone a monster!”

Nayamasa just shook his head, running a hand through his hair as though to announce the presence of a bad headache. “Once, you were. Now, you’re a demon that hails from my world - an entity known as a hollow. Why you, who come from a different world entirely, have obtained symptoms from mine, is a mystery. worrying about it won't help you get used to it.”

Nayamasa calmly sat down, his legs crossed, and looked at Weiss with pursed lips.

“As for who I am, my name is Nayamasa Fukaku. My job as a Quincy was to erase that garbage that feeds on humans, such as yourself.” He stated bluntly. “Violent hollows that sought to consume the living of their own will, or worthless trash like yourself that can’t fight their instincts due to their own lack of willpower.”

Weiss’s hands balled into fists again, and she badly wished she could punch that arrogant glare off of Nayamasa’s face. Some part of her knew that she was using that to deflect her own horror, though.
He was right. She’d just tried to kill an innocent person. What the hell was wrong with her? What was she becoming.

“I don’t have that option with you, however - killing you would be meaningless, to a prime, and banishment is only slightly more permanent. Given you seem like an asset to Saiko, it behooves me to instead offer you training, in order to control this aspect of yourself.”

“I-You’re offering to help me instead of kill me out of convenience?!” Weiss asked with more than a little anger.

“Babysitting is usually beneath me, so yes, hollow, I am.” Nayamasa states with an unyielding expression. “Most are so morally changed it would have been a waste of time to do this in the first place. For a weak teenaged girl to manage not to attempt to kill me a second time by now is an unbelievable fluke.”

“Stop calling me weak!” Weiss stated with an answering glare. She knew she should be grateful for the fact this quincy-whatever had spared her life and stopped her from regressing into doing something horrible… but if he was just going to sit here endlessly insulting her, Weiss wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t have preferred death at this point.

“I’ll believe that when you show me any semblance of proof, Hollow.” Nayamasa stated bluntly.

Weiss’s glare didn’t fade. “My name is Weiss. Use it. Or should I just start calling you Quincy instead of Fukaku?”

“You shall call me neither and refer to me exclusively as Nayamasa-san, or Nayamasa-sama, Are we clear?” the quincy suddenly snapped, and Weiss found that, yes, she could find herself hating this guy even more.

“If you call me Weiss… I’ll consider it.”

The angry gentlemen just glared, but Weiss glared right back, refusing to yield. She wasn’t sure who this guy was, but after these past few weeks of being treated like a pawn on a chessboard, she was done dealing with disrespect.

The glare held between the two of them for several seconds, and eventually, Fukaku got up.

“I suppose you’re not completely without backbone, Weiss. Very well, I’ll work with the formality of your former culture.”

Weiss took a deep breath. This man was going to take all of her patience to deal with, but at least she could see something sort of reasonable in him. If you squinted, anyways.

“Now that we have introduction out of the way, Weiss, It’s time to inform you of your current predicament.” Fukaku stated with a glare. Weiss just raised an eyebrow. What was this guy talking about?

“At the moment, if I don’t give you these pills daily, you’ll slowly find yourself craving human souls more and more. Even now, I imagine there’s going to be an uncomfortable buzzing in the back of your mind.” Fukaku stated. “I’m forced to trust that you won’t act on it, but should you decide to, I will make the consequences incredibly painful for you. Understand?”

Weiss nodded, uncomfortable not due to the man’s threats, but to the idea he posed.

“...Is there a way for me to… reverse this? Become normal again?” Weiss asked.

Fukaku just stared point-blank at her. Weiss couldn’t read his expression, but she wasn’t exactly surprised by that given his current actions.

“...You are no child, so there’s no point in lying.” He states finally. “There is almost no chance that such a thing is possible. There is only one entity who would hold that knowledge, if it exists. You’re going to have to get used to-”

“Who? Can we go find her?” Weiss blurted, a little more excited than she meant to be. She couldn’t help herself. In a situation like this, how could she help but wish to pull herself away from this fate.

“The eldest hollow.” Fukaku stated with a touch of annoyance. “One who has brought death and despair for thousands of years. And one who is untouchable by a foolish stripling like yourself at this moment. Saiko Kiga.”

Weiss found herself unconsciously clasping her stomach and wincing at the mention of the name.

“What does she want from me?” Weiss asked with a much lower tone, fear beginning to find it’s way into her voice.

Fukaku looked away. “You were naturally beginning to hollowfy. And you’re the only prime to ever gain hollow-hood outside of some potential arrancar sightings I’ve heard of.” Nayamasa finally stated. “It vexes me, but we still don’t fully understand.” He finally stated.

“We?” Weiss raised her eyebrow.

At that, Fukaku simply grunted. “Regardless… your options are to wait for me to find and apprehend Saiko, assuming I’m not forced to kill her, which is exceedingly unlikely… or gain enough control to go after her yourself. Not to mention that with your current capabilities, you’d be incapable of fighting her evenly, even hollowfied.”

Weiss put up her hands in a stop motion. “Hollowfied?”

Fukaku simply shook his head. “Your first full hollowfication allowed it’s power to flow freely through you, but that curious thing you refer to as aura stopped you from transforming into a beast. Regardless..” Fukaku trailed off, before procuring a small, thin rectangle from some unseen pocket in his robe-like coat and tossing it at Weiss.

Weiss caught it on instinct, only to realize with a sudden chill that it was a mirror.
And she could see her own face all too well.
Familiar pale skin, small nose, white hair… and yellow pupils with black sclera.
The mirror slowly fell from Weiss’s hands. “Oh… oh god.” She mouthed.

“It would have been far worse in different circumstances. In fact… learn to control your spiritual energies, and you might be able to hide that symptom.”

“Spirit… energy?” Weiss asked. “...Nevermind. I… need to call someone.”

“Ruby Rose?” Nayamasa stated.

Weiss’s face turned instantly to a harsh glare. “Why did you say her name like that? How do you know who she is?”

Nayamasa’s face didn’t change in the slightest. “As I have more or less made clear, we’ve known of your hollowfication for some time. We did not initially know, however, if it was you or this Rose girl. In short, I learned of her through association.”


“Well… I’m going to call her and meet her here.”

“Not if you care about her in the slightest.”

“What?!”

Weiss pulled her hand back into a fist. She wasn’t about to listen to this crap from Nayamasa, regardless of what he’d done for her, or what he might say. She wanted to see her leader again.

“A hollow’s initial attractions, after being born and gaining the instinctual urge to feed, are to devour the ones they love most. This is the reason many older couples die in such a short time-frame. They’re consumed by their partner.” Fukaku stated bluntly.

All of Weiss’s anger turned to ice in her stomach, and her body slumped. “...Wh-wh-what are you… N-no. I-I’d never… I’d never hurt-”

“Until you gain control of this power with perfect control, I can guarantee with complete certainty that the first thing you will do to this rose girl, given the strength of your bond, is attempt to consume her by any means necessary.” FUkaku snapped. “Text and calling is fine, but I refuse to allow you to devour someone on my watch! Besides.” Fukaku added, in a lower tone. “Saiko may have designs on her as well. We are uncertain.”

“...I understand that is… frustrating… to you.” Nayamasa stated. “For now, I’ve brought food. Today, you recover your bodily strength. Consider this your break to process the changes in your life. Curse your fate, make arrangements, do what you might need to do to rid yourself of distractions as necessary. Tomorrow, I will require your full attention. If you fail to show results in your training, I will have no problem finding a deep well, chaining you with the most durable materials I can find, and leaving you to enjoy eternity in a dark pit."

I've noticed lately a lot of people will buy things and then not add them to their roster. That's silly. It takes about as long to update your roster as it does to make the purchase. You've already calculated the numbers, your new Spent OM, you have the costs right there, so all you have to do is copy and paste into your roster, and click "OK".

Don't leave the job half-done. Just put the things you just purchased in your roster. I'm not gonna penalize anyone for this at the moment, so please just do the things.

If you're using something in your roleplays that's not on your sheet, I'm gonna break your legs. :zany:

Post your methods for saving posts here.

Happy Birthday to the best and Humblest evil scourge of the Omniverse!





I hope it's a good one!

Name: Sterling Archer
Spent OM: 8700
Consumed OM (300); (Items)

Proficiencies (2000); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Powers (2900/8000); Foresight (1500), Enhanced Senses [Basic] (1400)

Moves (900); Walther PPK/S (300), MP 40 Submachine Gun (300), Sawed-Off Double Barrel Shotgun (300)

Super Moves (600); RPG-7 [Tier-1 Offensive Super Move] (600)

Transformations (1000); RAMPAGE! [Tier-1 Power-Up] (1000)

Assists (0);

Items; Communicator, Mobile Dataverse Device
Artefacts: None

Bases (0);
Unlocks (1000); Stat Increase I (1000)

Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 4

Purchases and Deductions for Sterling Archer go here!

Current post count: (your current post count, viewable below your avatar)
Current Earned OM: (your current Earned OM, viewable next to your posts)
Current Spent OM: (total, viewable on your roster)
Buying: (whatever it is you want to buy).
Cost: (the cost) OM
New Spent OM: (your total Spent OM after the purchase)

All moves must be approved here before purchase.

This is a run-off election between the two 'finalists' in the competition to become your American Idol 2017 iteration of Dante's Abyss.

Please only vote using one of your accounts (=p).  Multiple votes will be discounted, and I'll give you my scorned teacher glare through the internet.

Please re-read, because I have provided additional information for both that may help your decision.


Option B – ‘Battle Quest’
 
Overview – Contestants are dropped onto an island.  Collars are placed on them to remove a handful of specific Powers (flight, OM summoning).  The map is divided into five regions.  Each region hides objects that must be collected and returned to the center region.  These objects otherwise have no game role and are optional (they enhance your prime's reward but otherwise have no in-game alterting effect). 

Every few (in-character) hours, characters must return to safe houses (bunkers).  Once inside, two characters are ‘culled’ and forced to fight one another to escape.  These fights will be written by the writers with strict, non-extendable time limits.  Whoever loses is removed (either from death or ejection), and the quest continues until all the items are collected or only one individual remains.  Killing is optional.  Winning this requires mostly the skill to defeat your opponent, and unlike other DAs, there's no real need for treachery or hoodwinking, although that is certainly available to you.
 
Timeline – Between a month and six weeks.  This can be accelerated or de-accelerated pretty easily (staged fights occurring less or more often)

Entering -- Must be as your account's prime.  No secondaries, no NPC primes (since this element involves direct fights between members).

Winning -- One prime will win.


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Option C – ‘Conquest’
 
Overview – Three rival armies are vying for control of an island.  They each start off controlling a portion of the island.  Each army is led by a PC and is made up of a number of PC primes (depending on the total number of PC entrants) and a few thousand secondaries that form the bulk of the army.  The general may appoint one lieutenant who may make decisions in his absence.  Other primes can be appointed to other roles, but only the Commander and the Lieutenant have official control over the army.

Each army will be able to specialize its soldiers (provide them with classes).  Each prime will likewise be able to select a specialization that will boost their stats or provide them with extra Powers.  Collars are a thing, but the only Powers impacted in this event (as of right now) include Flight and Super Speed.  Halfway through the game (when one army is eliminated), some extra classes and soldiers will release to provide momentum in the waning time of the event.

There will be neutral locations on the map that can be captured or won through diplomacy.  Each army will be able to construct buildings and weapons of war in their attempts to defeat the other armies.  Much of this will be high-cost, high-reward.  

Espionage, assassination, and treason are all possibilities.  Armies will have morale that must be maintained to keep them effective.  'Morale' will also serve as a means to help with event pacing, as doing nothing will lower morale.
 
Participation - You may join as anyone.  Your prime, an NPC prime, a secondary.  Most of this is PvE, but there will be elements of PvP, so the rules used in last year's DA for secondaries/NPC primes will apply (may not be stronger than your account's prime + SP handicaps).  I expect that this event will be a little longer than the other one, because it's more open-ended.  This event will NOT have hard limits for posting, so you can not post for a few days and not get murdered.

Winning - One team may win.

Character Name: Moon Knight 

Character Source: Marvel Comics 

Character History: All history going up to the events during 2015 Secret Wars https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_Knight

Character Description:  



Stats: 
ATK:3 
DEF:3
SPD:2
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged Proficiency 1000 om, Physical Strength 1000 om

Starting Powers: Foresight 1500 om 

Starting Moves: 

Cape/glide- 300 OM: 
Moon Knight is able to use his large white cape to glide because of the capes parachute material built inside of it. He is not flying just merely falling slowly. 

Grapnel gun- 300 OM:

A 12 inch white stick that shoots only a grappling hook from its tip. its rang is about 150 feet it is able to carry over 350 pounds. When the hook is attached to Moon Knight's target the grapnel gun can left him up or pull whatever it is that the hook is attached to. The cable rope of the gun is the exact same height compared to its range it takes a second for the hook to be shoot and to reach its target and it takes 2 seconds for it to return. 

Crescent Darts- 600 OM: 

Small shuriken like dart shaped like a crescent moon. Moon Knight can throw these dart with decent range at 60 feet. Moon Knight can throw many to just one. The darts cut into his victims and deal low damage, the every dart is roughly the size of 5 inches. It takes Moon Knight at least one second to throw one dart but it takes him 3 seconds to throw multiple. Moon Knight carries at least 2 dozen darts in his belt and have to resummon more out of combat.  

Spiked Knuckles- 300 OM:

Located on Moon Knight's fists these are white spiked knuckles. Moon Knight can punch, cut, bludgeon or tear at his opponents. The spikes on the Knuckles are about an inch long. It takes Moon Knight a second to use them and they can tire him with overlong use. The range of the knuckles are very short ranged and dose medium damage. 
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It's Doctor Doom, Koal introduced me to the site about a year ago maybe its been two don't really remember.

Greetings Omniverse!

As some of you know I posted a thread a few weeks ago trying to drum up potential interest in a bi-weekly writing exercise thread, well, here it is. The way this will work is every (roughly) 2 weeks I'll create a new thread with a new prompt or constraint, and you lovely Omniversians will create prose following said prompt or constraint. Some weeks these will be simple and others they will be more difficult and complex. Ideally this would provide a platform to improve your writing, and also allow everyone to get a gander at your work outside of the O-verse. Feel free to offer/request critique or just give props to anything you think deserves it. Also don't be afraid to ask for clarification on any prompt.

I'd also like people to post their finished pieces using to spoiler tag to avoid walls of text suffocating questions or critiques.

The Prompt
[spoiler]Alright, so we'll kick this off with an excersise from Stephen King's book "On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft."

In the particular chapter that this exercise is given, Mr. King talks about the merits of situation-based writing over plot-based writing. He refers to stories (and subsequently situations) as fossils; they already exist buried in the ground and it is the job of the writer to excavate them intact. In his words "A strong enough situation renders the whole question of plot moot." He goes on to say that very few of his books were ever plotted, not a single note on a single scrap of paper for most of them, just pure narrative storytelling generated from an interesting situation.

Mr. King offers the reader a location to a fossil and I will pass that location onto you. He says to write 5-6 pages concerning this fossil, but that seems a bit excessive for a bi-weekly forum exercise, instead I ask for 1000-3000 words of unplotted narrative. You'll have to dig for the bones to see what they look like, but I'm sure you can do it. 

You'll be familiar with this story as it seems to unfortunantly crop up every other week in the media. A women, call her Jane, marries a man who is bright, witty, and absolutely charming. We'll call this guy Dick. Unfortunantly Dick has a dark side, he's short tempered, a control freak, perhaps a bit paranoid. Jane tries her best to make the marriage work, why she tries so hard is something you'll have to find out, and I think she'll tell you if you ask nice enough. They end up have a child, and things seem to get better, but when the girl gets to be around 3 the abuse begins again. First verbal and then eventually phsyical, perhaps Dick thinks Jane is sleeping around? At last Jane divorces him and gets custody of their daughter, little Nell. Dick responds by stalking her and Jane eventually gets a restraining order against him. Finally, after an incident that you will write in vivid and scary detail, Richard the schmuck is arrested and jailed. All of this is backstory, how you work it in and how much you work in is up to you.

This is the situation. One day, shortly after Dick's incarceration in the city jail, Jane picks up little Nell from the daycare and takes her to a friends house for a birthday party. Jane then takes herself home, ready to enjoy the several hours of peace and quiet, maybe she decides to she'll take a nap. Something pings at her, just below the level of consiousness, as she lets herself in. Something uneasy that she can't quite put her finger on, maybe just nerves from the fallout of her five years in hell with Dick. Before taking her nap she decides to brew a cup of tea or coffee and watch the news. The lead item on action news in a shocker, three men escapes from the city jail, killing a guard in the process, two of the three were apphrended shortly afterwards, but the third is still at large. None of the prisoners are identified by name, not in this news cast. But, Jane, sitting in her empty house knows that one of them was Dick. She knows, because she has recongnized that ping of unease that she felt. It was the smell of Vitalis hair tonic, Dick's hair tonic. Jane sinks into her chair, frozen with fear as she hears Dick's footsteps coming down the stairs. She thinks, "only Dick would be vain enough to make sure he has hair tonic, even in jail." She needs to run, but she's paralyzed in terror.

That's a halfway decent story already, but fairly generic. What I want you to do for this exercise is swap the sexes of the antagonist and protagonist. In other words, make the ex-wife the stalker. Perhaps its a mental institute she's escaped from instead of a jail? Make the husband the abused and frightened one. Write this without plotting, let the situation and that one unexpected inversion carry you along and I'm sure you'll do just fine.[/spoiler]