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| Jak's anger magnified dreams |
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Posted by: Jak Mar - 04-16-2018, 04:47 PM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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All of Jak’s dreams, fears and hatred were manifested in his own body as one sentence crossed his mind over and over.
“FUCK, SAVING THE DAY!”
Same being the prodigal son, chosen before his time to save the world. What world?!
“WHAT WORLD?!”
It seemed the cold was messing with his head.
In his brief hallucinations, he noticed he was standing in front of a figure.
Himself, Mar.
“GET UP!”
“NOW!”
The figure pulled Jak up as Jak pushed away.
“Why are you rejecting your fate?!”
“Why don’t you miss your HOME?!”
“The Omniverse IS MY home now…”
That doesn’t sound like the Jak I know.”
“JUST Because I don’t want to hold the weight of the world on my shoulders, I don’t WANT to be Martyr. “
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| Under the Current |
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Posted by: Marcus Wright - 04-16-2018, 12:17 PM - Forum: Coruscant
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The kid wearing dirty goggles he wore just after judgement day but he didn’t regret one moment not taking off his Human Resistance jacket, with the red stripe on it. Star didn’t say much but she silently looked down at her patch her and Kyle had earned a place in The Human resistance cell lead under John Connor.
In Tier one, It took a little direction for Kyle and Star to find a place that offered to help a young teen armed and the same for Star, who was mute who pointed at various objects to try to get what she was looking for.
Finally after a long time digging, a dirty but readable map was found on the ground of Courscant out of pure luck and Star pointed at it.
Kyle looked at the map and nodded, looking up at Star who was searching for a place in particular which was circled.
Star, you wanna go here? The young female smiled and nodded, trying to sign off that there was some sort of “group”.
The younger man sighed and looked over at the younger mute woman and sighed “How do you know it’s not dangerous?
Star raised a eyebrow and signed back in a little more annoyed fashion “You know things are extremely dangerous everywhere we go.”
Kyle shrugged and nodded, “That was true”
Star nodded, moving her finger toward what looked like elevators down into the lower Tiers of Courscant and get away from the strange white plastic like soldiers staring at them, awkwardly.
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| Shio Mora |
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Posted by: Shio Mora - 04-16-2018, 09:52 AM - Forum: Joining
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CHARACTER NAME: Shio Mora
CHARACTER SOURCE: Original
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Quote:Shio hails from the Bleach universe.
Shio was born to a family of relatively underprivileged, unexceptional pluses. Uneducated and poor, they spent much of their time simply scraping along. Even from a young age, Shio was expected to contribute, and bring home whatever money he could pick up, to provide for his parents and his family; in reality, most of the money went towards alcohol for his mother and father. However, among his family only Shio put much thought into why they needed to eat. Being dead, things like breathing were considered more of an entertainment than a necessity. Shio himself theorized that even as spirits, they needed some sort of energy to keep themselves alive, much like humans needed energy to survive. However, the energy was used not to support their body, but their souls. Even as a child, Shio was deathly afraid of his parents, and their wrath. He would work and struggle and do everything he could to keep them happy, and as a result was labelled by his brothers as a "suck-up." This led to both physical and emotional abuse, which his parents did little to stop. He was beaten, yelled at, blamed for his brothers' mistakes, and treated horribly for making the rest of his siblings look bad.
When Shio turned 50, he finally decided what he wanted to do with his life; he confronted his parents, telling them he was going to become a shinigami. Things quickly turned violent as they accused him of abandoning the family, of getting a swelled head. He lost his parents' favor as quickly as he gained it, and spent much of his time sneaking out to find out more about the shinigami. Each day when he returned, he'd meet worse and worse punishments. His parents would claim any reason at all, but Shio knew the truth; they were afraid, almost offended that he was trying to outdo them. They tried their best to break his will, to keep him close, but when he turned 60 he finally moved out, and into the academy. He had high hopes, and was prepared to work his fingers to the bone to succeed. Unfortunately, life wasn't that simple.
In his first year, Shio was by far the brightest student. He would always arrive first to the class, making sure to be as polite and sociable as possible. Many of the other students would make token attempts at conversation, before quickly drifting off. It showed before long, as most of the students would barely scrape by on the exams, while Shio was always first. Quickly, the resentment set in again. The students would begin to poke and prod Shio, always demanding that he make up for making them all look so bad. Still hoping that he could leave his old life behind, Shio would always agree; this typically ended with some crime being committed, and Shio being blamed.
This still wasn't sufficient, unfortunately; he continued to progress and keep persevering, always at the top of the class, and always an insufferable teacher's pet. He was on the fast track, already accepted into a division before he had even graduated. This, perhaps, was the last straw for his classmates, as he was one day called to meet with them after classes had ended, well into the night. Under the guise of a 'going away party', Shio was all-but dragged onto school grounds.
The following hours were torment, of mind and body to a level he hadn't imagined possible. His comrades lay into him with bakudo and blade, with fist and lash, with every weapon and tool they could lay their hands on. It seemed to go on forever for Shio, leaving him confused and frightened, dragging him back to a life he had thought long surpassed. He was helpless against the onslaught; though he doubtlessly could've defended himself from their blows, all he could do was question himself as to how all of this had happened.
Where were the instructors? How was it that the entire class had been able to sneak in here, and get him into this place? His head swam through every event of the last year; every interrupted lecture, every unwarranted extracurricular excursion, every time he'd tracked down an instructor outside of classes to speak to. He'd always been more comfortable around the instructors than around his fellow students, but looking back on it, he couldn't truly be certain if he'd been putting even a single grain of thought on their feelings.
Why was it -now- they chose to step up? He'd seen these people, day in and day out, for months. And they were almost unilaterally petty, lazy, and uninspired. And now he could see some of them using healing kido with disturbing efficacy, just to keep him conscious, and hide the evidence. He could see some of them with wickedly sharp glints in their eyes as they swung weapons with a degree of skill he'd never expected. How was it that they were only willing to truly apply themselves to these heinous ends? What had happened to make them so hard to reach?
The newly-appointed shinigami left that place battered and broken, moreso left in a haze of confusion than actual pain or agony. He carried with him a heavy air of doubt, a sense that at every moment he was sizing up those around him, as if he were waiting for them to throw a kick at him at the most opportune moment. When he first joined the division he was closed off, reclusive, and uninterested in some of the most genuine examples of human kindness he'd received in some time. After all of this, it almost felt like kindness was wasted on him.
It was almost a relief when the hazing began. Good-natured at first; they would simply call him out, demanding he drink glass after glass of sake, or whiskey, or whatever other foul concoctions they'd procured from the human world, or even the Rukongai. The rotgut pained him to drink, left his mouth feeling fuzzy, and the cries of delight almost felt hollow and forced to his jaded ears. So he was almost relieved when they began to spit into the glasses, when they began adding wasabi, mustard, soy sauce, increasingly odd and disgusting combinations that left him in the medical division barracks for a few days.
Time passed, and little changed. Shio learned to open up, but to alter the contents of the pages ever so slightly. He likely would've made a perfectly fitting shinigami, if he had stayed in the Gotei. Instead, he woke up in front of a faceless entity, one he had never even met, but seemed to know the contents of his mind near-perfectly. It told him a great deal about the new world he had entered, and the new currency he'd been competing for, but he drowned out all of it. Shio knew one thing about this world, instinctively, without being told. He knew he'd escaped. He no longer had to struggle, or fight, for dubious reasons, and people that he didn't care about. A new start, and a chance for some peace and much-needed rest for a change.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Shio's hair is dark red, roughly shoulder length. He takes great care to make sure that it is presented adequately, but without seeming too showy about it. It's often left uncut, but he's been known to spend hours simply combing his hair. He has dark brown eyes, which are often baggy with sleep circles.
Beneath his Shihakusho, Shio dresses in combat-oriented outfits, like the traditional samurai garb, or sometimes army camouflage. The outfits change with his mood, but always identify him as a fighter by nature; he rarely dresses in what he considers 'civilian' clothing, doing his best to make sure everyone knows what he's good for. He'll take great care to keep it clean of course, but it's not uncommon to see large globs of wax over his otherwise clean and pressed outfits, or to see him sauntering through a room with what is undeniably the same outfit as the day before. He seems to have little interest in appearing as refined as most shinigami do, both from his dress and his way of approaching problems. He has an eyepatch over one eye, though there's no actual damage to it; he simply wants to save time for when he enters a dark place.
His movements are positively mundane, from his sword swings to his attempts to rush to wherever he's going. He moves without fanfare, yet without a sense of fatige or concern as well; he simply walks along, hardly seeming to pay attention to much of anything while still managing to be faintly aware of going-ons around him. He seems to lack some of the hard-fought discipline most shinigami have, and it shows in his voice. He speaks in a lilting, careful tone that rarely if ever goes above a whisper; even when frustrated, he greets others with an almost singsong welcome, and he is positively incapable of being blunt or rude. He's prone to having pensive expressions far more often than he smiles, as if he's already wondering about some new problem to be tackled even when he's enjoying a cup of tea or just soaking in hot water. He in fact seems to have a chronic issue just appearing happy. He's polite, reasonable, and always gives off a clear air of anxiety or concern.
Shio's skin is soft, surprisingly so for a person who spends as much time as him training. He has smooth, relatively tanned skin, and his fingernails are often filed to a very acceptable length...except his thumbs, which have nails almost an inch longer than what would be safe. Shio also keeps his zanpakuto sheathed across his hip, to be pulled out quickly. Besides this, his face and body are clear of blemishes or disfiguring marks. He doesn't even have so much as a birthmark, or a sign of zits. He does, however, have patchy facial hair that grows in when he's been on the job for particularly long.
He often has a vaguely sweet, calming scent to him; jasmine or lilac are common, but sometimes it's much harder to place. It almost always comes with some hint of smokiness at the edges, as if he simply bathed in incense or candle smoke. It often makes it easy to identify him, and Shio seems to have little problem being known for smelling nice. He's personally not sure where it comes from, since he doesn't particularly try to make it happen; he just knows every day when he wakes up his hair and skin have some new, pleasant smell attached.
STATS:
ATK: 2
DEF: 2
SPD: 3
TEC: 3
STARTING PROFICIENCIES: Physical Strength Proficiency- As a shinigami, Shio was extensively trained in both hand-to-hand and swordfighting, making him quite capable of holding his own against wild animals or other soldiers.
STARTING POWERS: Suppression- Self-taught to the extreme, Shio has gained a great deal of experience in seeming to be something he's not. He can come across for all intents and purposes as a very typical, unassuming extra character, right up until he's got his blade at your throat.
Burst Movement- Called Shunpo in the world he came from, Shio is surprisingly good at this, allowing him to bolt from place to place with little effort. He rarely enjoys using it, besides to guarantee a swift kill against an unprotected opponent. Too many witnesses otherwise.
STARTING MOVES:
Break and Mend, Taroba! (900) Requires: Physical Strength
Shio's weapon, referred to as a zanpakuto, is far more than a mundane sword by most standards. While it has no inherent powers, and is good only for rending flesh in the hands of others, to Shio it contains a reflection of his 'self'. Much the same way that water takes the shape of the container it's put into, Shio poured a portion of his soul and identity into the blade, allowing it to take on an identity separate from himself. By invoking its name deliberately, he can cause it to melt and run, as if it were made of candle wax. It has a visual shape akin to a candle sputtering and running as it burns, starting from the tip and working its way down. In most circumstances, it takes Shio about one second to finish his transformation provided he has focus, and is not making it significantly larger or shorter: To go from a rapier to a longsword to a sabre is relatively simple, and typically can even be done while moving. To compress down or extend his weapon requires more focus though, putting him at about three seconds to finish it if he's uninterrupted, and doing nothing else. This time increases to five seconds if it's an especially impressive change in size, such as from a dagger to a spear, or vice-versa. He can hold on conversations or otherwise attempt to distract people while in the process of changing his weapon, but this can slow the process down further, and if his focus in broken he loses all progress, leaving him with a largely useless lump of wax that he has to shape all over again. Molding the blade requires one hand free, as he shapes it in a way that resembles a potter moving warm clay, or someone molding a candle. Because of this, any time he wishes to change to or from a two-handed weapon such as a spear or a greatsword, he has to remain still during the process.
Once the reshaping process s is done, Shio can reform it into other rigid melee weaponry. This can be short (like a dagger), medium (like a sword), or long (like a spear) in length. This process takes up to a second. By efficiently swapping his weaponry from close-range for assassination purposes to mid-range, keeping his opponent at the heft of a spear, Shio is able to deal with opponents with frightening versatility. Each weapon comes with the benefits you'd expect. A larger sword would hit harder, but slower. A dagger would be quicker, but have shorter range, and so on. Another benefit of this move is in Shio's own ability to follow through on his intuition, allowing him to make his weapon more slender or precise, to better slip through the eye slot of a suit of armour, or to maintain distance with someone he doesn't wish to get within arm's reach of. He can alter the form of his weapon as often as he likes, although doing so costs a small amount of energy. At his current power level, none of his weapons can extend a length more than 12 feet from himself, even if he were to move as he were shaping it; any wax that extrudes too far from him simply loses all rigidity and dissolves immediately.
Frenzied Swipe (Requires Physical Proficiency) - 300 OM
Shio is talented at a great deal of forms of combat, but he excels most notably in the range one would expect from the typical longsword. This move takes about half a second to perform, provided Shio isn't otherwise distracted or fatigued, making it a very good way to finish off opponents who he's leery of giving a chance to prepare whatever nasty surprises they like. Starting from the shoulder and working his way towards his opposite hip, Shio aims to slice his opponent open at the center of mass. There's more force and passion than finesse behind this blow, so it's relatively slow but can smash through most shoddy defenses, making it far wiser to dodge than block.
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| Judge Dredd Fan Club |
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Posted by: Harley Quinn - 04-16-2018, 02:32 AM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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![[Image: Screenshot-2018-04-16-00.12.03.png]](http://www.cytokineindustries.com/chevereto/images/2018/04/16/Screenshot-2018-04-16-00.12.03.png)
Oh Mr. Dredd
Although we just met
I would like a moment alone
You appear the type to make women moan...
while your busy crushing their skulls.
Boots weighed by justice against
any Of those silly poor gulls.
I like games captain victory
And I know your feelings may be contradictory
But you know that I am fun.
Let's make a bet
I bet you can't guess
I bet I'll find you
before you find me.
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| In Search of Sky |
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Posted by: Harry Dresden - 04-15-2018, 01:02 PM - Forum: The Endless Dunes
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The Omniverse was full of rumors and legends. Harry Dresden, himself, occasionally spent some time as the subject of the former, between his work with the Death Mountain assault, a decent showing in Dante's Abyss, and a couple other things, which proved that occasionally the rumor mill could be relied upon for accurate information. In this case, the rumor that had brought Harry to Carrefore and gotten him onto a train to the Town with No Name was a tale of a mystic oasis hidden in the Dunes. According to that rumor, anyone who drinks from this hidden oasis is forced to confront themselves in some manner. From there, each individual account changes drastically as a result of the nature of rumors; some said anyone who drank it would confront an evil version of themselves, others said it was what you aspired to become, and still others that you had to confront the parts of yourself you most feared, and no amount of research would substitute for actually finding the oasis. Harry wouldn't be interested, save for a small glimmer of hope that flickered across his mind as he asked the residents of Carrefore what they'd heard about the Spirit Oasis.
The Winter Mantle was part of him, and yet at the same time, it was not. He couldn't afford to purge it from himself completely, though he didn't doubt that someone in the Omniverse knew how to do that, or that he could devise a way himself with thaumaturgy and Omnilium, especially without Mab there to punish him for the audacity of such an attempt. It was simply too useful, in this cruel and violent world, to be able to tap the power and instincts of a Mantle that had more experience than any mortal in the ways of cruelty and violence. The Spirit Oasis, however, didn't sound like it would strip anything away from Harry, not if the rumors were anywhere near accurate, and there was a chance, a better than average one, that he could use the magic of the waters to confront the Mantle and make it submit to him, make it stop whispering and goading him. That push, the constant nudging towards greed and violence and just taking what he wanted, whether that be food or goods or even people, it would drive him mad if he couldn't master it, and Harry Dresden had never been predisposed to anything but the direct route. Walking into his own mind and forcing the grafted-on Winter magic to behave itself sounded far more up his alley than wizardly eremitism.
Which was why Harry had volunteered to guard the train carrying Golden Cross supplies to the Town with No Name for staging before they would be transported to Nippur. From the Town, he could learn more about where this oasis likely was. If he could get more information on its nature, and on finding oases in the desert in general, he should be able to find it. Not easily, but between magic and mundane navigation skills, not to mention the ability to summon food and water instead of having to ration it, Harry rather liked his chances of succeeding eventually. The sound of a train whistle roused him from his thoughts; the trip seemed to have passed uneventfully, and shortly the train would arrive at the station in the Town with No Name. An hour or so of unloading was all that stood between Harry and the start of his journey.
Perhaps if this went well, he'd visit Nippur with another Golden Cross caravan after he returned to the town.
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| Direct Message to the Pocket Pocket Corporation. |
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Posted by: Jack Darby - 04-15-2018, 08:54 AM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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From: RE@NP.Net
To: Pocket Pocket Corporation
Subject: Pocket Pockets
The product known as Pocket Pockets has been made known to me, recently. Can the Pocket Pocket store items such as blaster pistols, a sword, or numerous other objects that I will be making for myself? Also, can the Pocket Pockets hide such items from detection by anyone when you need said items to be concealed?
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| Yazoo Answers: Time Dilations |
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Posted by: Desman Black - 04-15-2018, 04:42 AM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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Dr.BrainAsked:
So my associate was talking to a representative of the most The Pocket Pocket Corperation and they mentioned something about 'Time Dilation'. Is there a reaonable place of learning I can learn about this phenomenon that would seem to defy physics?
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| Yazoo Answers: Need Bacon Vines, help |
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Posted by: Desman Black - 04-15-2018, 04:38 AM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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UnicornWizzard6969Asked:
So I was talking to a representative of the most Assholeyest Company (The Pocket Pocket Corperation doesn't take Bacon from bacon trees as currency, the dicks) and they mentioned something about Bacon Vines, are there any still alive so I take them to the motherfuckers and show them a thing or 2
Or could you at least point me to darkside
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| Pocket Pockets: A revolution in transportation |
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Posted by: Erik Vrell - 04-14-2018, 10:56 PM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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We all have pockets. We all keep things in those pockets. We all get rips in those pockets and end up spilling our goods all over the ground in the middle of the street and then have to suffer the embarassment of having to pick everything up off the ground whole everyone laughs, especially that asshole Dave...
But not anymore! Introducing the Pocket Pocket! The Pocket Pocket is a revolutionary device that can fit into a pocket and keep anything you can think of safe!
Omnillium! Personal belongings! Illegal firearms! You name it, the Pocket Pocket can keep it safe.
The Pocket Pocket is made from a patented latex-omnillium fibre weave which is nearly indestructible, preventing even the most dangerous goods from dropping it of your pockets!
The revolutionary Pocket Pocket can be yours for the low, low price of 15 OM, and we ship to anywhere in the Omniverse! You won't find a deal like this anywhere else. But that's not all! If you use the promo code "Zimmer Rules" at checkout, your Pocket Pockets are 66%, coming down to the absolutely unbeatable price of 5 OM per Pocket Pocket! Don't wait, order today!
(The terms Pocket Pocket and the latex-omnillium fibre weave are both trademarks of the Pocket Pocket corporation.
Contact the Pocket Pocket corporation for information on current promotions).
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