Pious

I agree with Shadowe, a tagging system like that would be excellent to identify what universe the events are open to. I recall a couple years when I visited the Paragon University thread, the roleplayers there were so kind and welcoming. Especially that Cowman. I brought with me a little plot where my main villain Pistol, a fugitive at the time, fled from the Unionverse, across to Virtue, tracked her dimensional counterpart's children to the school, hoping to hi-jack their mother's more peaceful existence. When she was outed, she went insane and killed her would-be kids. Her attack on the school was thwarted by authorities, the student adventurers helped out and were awarded with a medal. Pistol was incinerated on the school grounds but was magically reborn months later. This very brief plot has been a pivotal point in my villain's character development ever since. Her mutant powers died with her but she now exists as a lesser magical being, a soulless, vampiric monster. We can have more of this, collaborative, cross-universe RP, just needs to be done well. Tagging system like that is good.

I think it would be confusing to bring it all together and might break continuity. The two RP worlds have already been fully established, separately. Having said that, I would like to merge, but only if done properly and I can't see everyone agreeing to amalgamate Union and Virtue (or Forum, whatever).

Okay so we've identified the problem. We have our two RP worlds now occupying these forums, Unionverse and what I guess I might call Forumverse. The differences are obvious. Union has a strong server/forum character link. Whereas the other is solely forum-based. Question is, do we embrace these differences and continue the way we are or agree to somehow amalgamate the Unionverse into this Forumverse, perhaps, to allow an even bigger creative bubble. Personally, I would vote for retaining our traditions and somehow keep the Unionverse threads clearly marked and separate from the Forumverse.

Next please!

Thanks for the clarification. I've never considered forum roleplay being totally separate to the in-game world. I'm not sure I'd enjoy it like that. Kind of used to forum stories being an advancement of what happens in-game and vice versa. Character development and all that.

Now that roleplayers of the Union server and American roleplayers of the Virtue server share the same roleplaying forum, how shall we address the issue of, well, the different universes. Take for example the very famous Paragon University Open Roleplay. I assume this exists for characters on the Virtue server. So the question is, do we contain forum roleplay events to its native server/universe or somehow amalgamate all forum-based roleplaying to one existence/world?

See you soon Mom!

Its true, that's a warm and very interesting origin story. He's a lovable villain with a sad history. I look forward to reading more on him. Tell me you play on the Union Server, this kid has to belong to us.

((Open Roleplay: Freedom Corps's Longbow division have been called in to work alongside Rogue Isles and Paragon City Police on capturing a group of high profile criminals suspected of masterminding the Skyway murders. It's a big job so if your character works with Longbow or the police, they may have called you in too. Even if you’re a passing hero or a brave civilian who wants to help with the arrest, feel free to join in. Same golden rule, no god-modding. Enjoy. Rated 15+ for violence and obscenity.))

After consecutively failing to penerate the vast defences of the Sisarose Mansion on their own, a handful of heroes from Paragon City took their case to higher authorities. Freedom Corps had gotten involved and several police department had been called to arms. Red and white colours dotted the skies over Nerva Archipelago as Longbow forces approached the mansion. They carried many armed agents as well as Paragon City heroes, ready to rope straight down into the complex. The plan was simple enough, dive into the centre compound and bombard the grounds, arresting all criminals in sight, while staying under the radar as effectively as possible. Meanwhile, another stealth team would descend onto the roofs and infiltrate the interiors via the attic and side windows. With little time to waste, the ropes shot out and all teams were 'go'.

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Paragon Police Department's SWAT and riot team soon arrived at the scene, with a plan of action fully revised. It seemed the whole force had begun to descend on the town, as van after van offloaded SWAT police around the wider perimeter of the incidents. Each officer had been protected with armoured gear and heavy-duty gas masks. They were armed with tear gas, smoke grenades, special rifles loaded with rubberized ammunition and most other gadgets. They moved with premeditated precision, hurrying into thier positions. Within the hour, the area had been quarantined and barricaded with roadblocks. Nobody was getting in or out of the neighbourhood unless by ambulance, under police arrest or dead. As the local heroes attended to help restore order, the police were gradually moving inwards, trying to overpower the rioting thugs while rescuing the sickly.

*****

"No offence Sabrina" said Lieutenant Hicks, following the line of SWAT police. "This whole fu*king neighbourhood should just be evacuated and blown the sh*t up, I swear to God. I mean look at it, it's a run-down slum, a damn crime-infested ghetto. I don't understand how you can even bare to live here."

"Sometimes you just do what you gotta do Lieutenant" she replied. "I failed my hero career so I gotta make do with a sh*tty security job and the odd patrols with your sorry a*se."

"Yeah well listen here now, I need your input on this situation. The SWAT team are equipped with armoured suction canisters but we're not sure how effective they'll be against the corrosive gas. Is there anything Dragonfly can do to help us out? About time you dusted off the old costume, don't you think?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Since having my little boy I've put on some weight" Sabrina joked. "Tell you what, you get me kitted up and I'll see what I can do about these flesh-eating stink bombs. These punk rioters I'll do for free!"

Lieutenant Hicks gave a look of understanding and admitted defeat. Reluctantly, he signalled his supporting officers to release the girls and made his way to his vehicle. "Smithers" he called. "Cordon off the area and have a clean up crew down here asap. I'll be at the station if you need me."

"Looks like the heroes are going after Pistol, should we give them a hand?" he asked, but the lieutenant laughed it off. "What good is chasing her gonna do? Another fight? More property damage? Keep an eye on them in case they step outta line, we'll be the first to nab them. I'm outta here."

"Sir?" called an approaching officer, holding tightly to a cellphone. "A few of the on-lookers managed to capture the fight on camera. It's confirmed that Pistol was indeed here, but much of the property damage was caused by this one here" he reported, pointing at Vix. "She's some kinda psychic."

"Hear that furball?" Hicks provoked. "We got incriminating evidence of you smashing up the place. I don't care what the situation was, you put the lives of these civilians at risk, and for that I'm gonna make you pay. If you're lucky, you'll get hard community service. Now go on, get in the car or I'll have to slap some cuffs on ya. And you, Edward Scissorhands, got a license for those weapons?"

"This day couldn't possibly get any worse Lieutenant" said the officer, busy manning the wheel of his high-speed police cruiser, his sirens blairing so loud he had had to wear his ear defenders. "Hundred dead bodies fetched out the river only to be possessed by demons at the morgue. Priest done his creepy excorcism thing, but now we got a high profile battle slap bang in the middle of the town. I mean can you believe this sh*t? A superpowered battle on top of everything. And on a fuc*ing Monday? Why, for God's sake why is it always on a Monday?"

"Tell you what Smithers" replied Hicks, helping himself to some well sugared donuts. "This city's going to hell. Signs are all around us. I gave up hope when all those goddamned supes abandoned the little people and took to that godforsaken tower." Smithers gave a knowing look, "talking about them AE buildings boss?" he asked.

"You damn right I am" Hicks replied, "that company's run by Dr Aoen, fuc*ing lunatic scientist from the Rogue Isles, used to work for them terrorist, the Arachnos. He goes and builds some half-bugged virtual reality system and our so-called heroes mindlessly flock to him for easy entertainment. They so hooked up on it now, like pot monkeys. Steel-armoured, spandex-clad, leotard wearing, ballet-dancing egotistical junkies who don't wanna get their hands dirty no more. Who don't really wanna be down here on the streets, dealing with the real thing. Smithers, we cops are the real heroes now, screw the capes." Just then, the police cars screeched to a halt. The doors flung open and the men in blue filed out, guns drawn and in position. Lieutenant Hicks exited last.

****

I exited last. Always good to make a show of arriving, makes my presence known. I assessed the situation outside the diner. An uncostumed metahuman was healing the injured civilians, safeguarding them from the fight. Closer to the diner, I could make out two figures, both female. One was standing near a pair of swords, the other, who I recognised from earlier on this morning was berely holding herself up, the ground beneath her was smashed up like a bomb had gone off. But there weren't a rotten villain in sight. What had happened here, who was responsible, where were they now and why in God's holy name was the sidewalk littered with the burnt limbs of the Lost? So many questions, but where to begin? I walked up the the red-haired and sent her my seering look of inqusition. "Hey furball, what the hell did you do to this place?! This aint no god damn MMORPG like your AE towers you know. Think you can fly in, bust the place up and escape? This aint no virtual reality mumbo-jumbo lady. Put it this way, you got a lot of explaining to do, and I'd like to hear it over at the station." He turned to his supporting officer and nodded to the girls. "Arrest them! All of 'em! I'm sick of this sh*t."

The lost mutates didn't stand a chance against Pistol's highly trained gunmen. They were quickly overpowered, gunned down and forced to swallow explosive clips. One after the other, the Lost mutates were incinerated. The gunmen now turned thier attention to the sword-wielder. "Hey swordfish" they mocked, "Pistol always has a gun. That's why we call her Pistol." The leather-clad enforcers roared with laughter, effortlessly moving to surround their prey. ((By the way Serathin, these men are not NPC's so you shouldn't really play them.))

With a wicked smirk, Pistol pounced forward into a sprint, ready to collide with the incoming bull. Her right arm coiled back, collecting momentum for a killing blow, her left hand playing dangerously close to a gun holster.

Pistol was impressed to see the furry little woman block and block again, her heavy blows. She saw the spinning kick coming and deflected it with her shin, the sound of clashing bones richochetted, followed by the swishing noise of sharp martial arts choreography as Pistol calmly and stylishly evaded the uppercut. She didn't give her opponent too much time to back off, chasing after her with two wide strides, followed by a charged backfist strike aimed towards the temple. She would have to knock this girl unconscious and kill her while she slept.

Pistol's gunmen climbed back out of the diner but were engaged by the Lost mutates, each exchanging gunfire before moving in close to deliver heavy blows. In the distance, sirens could be heard, whailing louder and louder.

The telekinetic blast struck Pistol hard, pushing her clear across the sidewalks and into the diner. Her musclemen were thrown backwards, right through the glass windows. Pistol didn't stay down long. "Alright then, lets make this interesting" she hissed, taking off her long trenchcoat to reveal a slim-fitted black top with shorts. She removed her gloves and cracked her knucles hard. With inhuman agility, she charged at the young psychic, a barrage of well-placed punches lined up for attack, each as powerful as a rolling stone.

"Don't be afraid of death little woman" said the lady Pistol, her muscled gunmen exiting the diner to stand by her side. "Death is a wonderful journey through the unknown, a bittersweet voyage across all of eternity. It's a little something like stepping through the gateways at Portal Corps, only so much more, gratifying." She paused, a wicked smile dancing on her blood red lips. "Truth is, some of my friends have decided they don't want people like you around here anymore, and at this particular moment in time, I'm in a position to do something about it. Simply put, I'm the bi*ch with a gun to your face." A flash of light and a deathly loud bang, echoing through the streets, the smell of burning metal suddenly smothering the scene. With lightning reflexes, Pistol had produced a compact semi-automatic handgun and fired off a single bullet, aimed directly at the young lady's skull.

"Coward?" came a resounding, slithery feminine voice. The Italian-American accent was unescapable, her tone deadly and sharp as a razor blade. The dinner's wooden doors slid open and out came a pair of long flowing legs, strutting across the concrete pavement in a smooth and stylish catwalk, leather trenchcoat fluttering in her wake. "You self-proclaimed heroes are very confused individuals" she began, talking directly to the psychic who had communicated with her. "The plan was to help you clean out the trash here in Skyway. Now imagine our surprise when we find you wanna-be martyrs standing by their side and in such a hurry to die for them."

Oh right, thanks for pointing that out. Heh. Well I'm off now, gonna try not to be embarrassed.

"Well I just heard on the police radios that the morgues storing the psychic corpses are under attack" said Pious, looking around worridly. "According to my dream, the Lost will soon be assaulting the dinner the other side of town. Why don't you go on down there and try and stop 'em. Keep collateral damage to the minimum. I will support the police down at the morgues, that alright babe?"

*****

Outside the dinner, a huge explosion in the middle of the street was attracting a lot of attention. A giant mutated leader of the Lost climbed out, followed by a train of other gun-wielding homeless. Their presence sent the on-lookers into a state of panic, making them run around in all directions. "Surround the premises!" bellowed the Abberant Rector. "Assume positions, there will be no escape for this killer!"

Suddenly, out of the restaurant windows came a storm of gunfire, blasting out wave after wave of armour-piercing bullets and explosive clips which sprayed towards the line of Lost mutates. One after the other, they were blown off thier feet, onto thier backs, pools of blood leaking back down the drain, into the sewers.

The lumbering Aberrant Rector mutate pointed to a ladder down the tunnel which lead to a manhole to the streets. "The killer's scent is fading, we must hurry" he warned, all six of his brothers jogging ahead. He turned a stern look to the small band of heroes. "Follow us if you have to, just don't get in the way of what we must and will eventually do. We are leaving now."