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BLN #64: The 64th Annual Chance Time Edition! MC BallyhooCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41542920[View All]

#Canon: Better Layton Never #IC #Ask/Invite


I've heard your Wii Remote may help you chance lots of crazy stuff today! Jump ropes! Fizzy drinks! Lassos! We've got it all, because you've got it all! All that remains, is what you'll walk away with folks! And for that, it's-


But! Before we begin, I have a special guest announcer here with me for our 64th annual chance time, and boy has he wormed his way into our hearts! Trying to quiz anyone that speaks with him, give a warm introduction to Chuck Quizmo!

>Chuck Quizmo's the name, and quizzes are my game! You want quizzes, I got 'em! If you can manage to answer my brain-busting questions correctly, then...


>Y... Yaa... Yaaaaaahooo! I'll give you a Star Piece!


>Exactly! And thank you, Ballyhoo, for inviting myself and my assistant to this monumental edition of Chance Time.

But of course! Before we get started with the main event, a little heart told me you had your very own giveaway to commence!

>That I do, Ballyhoo.

Well then! Don't leave us in any more suspence than we alredy are, my good host! On with the show!

>Very well then. Question:

>How many Shamans of the greater Merlin family has Mario met across all his adventuring? Is it:

>A) 5

>B) 7

>C) 8

>D) 10

>E) 14

Now that is a toughie, Chuck! Any chance of a hint to our intrepid audience?

>Unfortunately not Balleyhoo, we've only got so many Star Pieces to go around, and only this special one to hand off to our detail-following desciple that answers correctly!

You heard him, folks, that's just the way the paper folds! Better hop to it if you want a crack at that star piece before we get on to the main event! Just what can the answer be? I'm crazed with anticipation!
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ALBATROSS / High Orbit!FAUXFoX/UQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550024

"Well... I can think of an option... but well-"

>The pegasus starts, before being interrupted by the hamster drawing his sword and running off as fast as his little legs can carry him.

>It takes half a second for him to take in what the sentence was, before he too darts off, but back into the ship.

"Cardinal! Take us to combat alert."

>The albatross's reply is immediate, even with the misplaced name.

"Acknowledged, Captain. Standing by."

>There are a few audible curses and the sounds of compartments opening before the captain too trails the hamster out of the ship, holding a strange gun-shaped object in his mouth. He shouts one last order back at the ship before landing on the ground outside, wincing.

"Lock everything and track me!"

"Acknowledged. On your mark."

>The two turrets audibly swivel over to point towards the commotion as the pegasus tries his hardest to catch up, half running and half limping.

"Doobie, wait!"

Appleslice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550025

EE: I...
EE: Would much prefer you to remain focused on your own responsibilities.
EE: Divide and conquer seems to be the prominent stratagem here.

>You think back to your original conversation with your Uncle. Your insistence that he remain in his own land to focus on his quest fell onto death ears. A fresh wave of guilt washes over you as it seemed your very presence spelled doom for him.

EE: I will put forth maximum effort in finishing my own.
EE: The surplus of grist I have obtained has allowed me to build a sizable army of RC combatants.
EE: Aside from that I still have Cerberus.
EE: His recent evolution seems to have expanded his combat capabilities.
EE: As well as an increased size allowing for extended mobility.

Twice!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550026

Funny gal.

>Twice can't help but chuckle at the comment. It wouldn't be a lie to admit that was a new one on him.

Naw, I got this other thing going for me.

>He takes off a glove and grabs a dart from the board. Though he appeared to grab one it remains in its spot. Moving his hand in a specific way he is able to move the dart further down his hand until a dart is seen carried in each of the gaps between his fingers.

See I got this thing called a "quirk". Least that's what we call them back home. Anything I touch turns into a perfect replica.

>A split second later he takes the now three darts and hurls them across the room. The darts landing in a support beam next to a guy who was clearly looking nowhere near them.

You staring at me again!? You gonna make me come over there!?

Vaykor!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550028

Easy way it is.

>The compass man would say before seemingly disappearing, a trail of leaves sent flying being the only mark of his movement. The hand reaching for one of the merfolk would be stopped as an equally powerful grip grabbed the back of its wrist.

Sorry, I can't let you take him. He works for Miss Maps.

>With one hand and inhuman strength, he'd begin pulling the creature out of the ground.

>The Merfolk would be pretty confused by all that was happening, and then alarmed as a hand shot out of the ground. But as the Stormwaller was dealing with that, they knew they should turn their attention elsewhere. They'd begin firing up at the flock, aiming for the wings. Roll 1d10 = 7 Crows hit.

Sanguine!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550029

>Sanguine would chuckle as Victoria scampered around. Some of the creatures were friendly and would greet her, others would ignore her or brush her off.

>Sanguine went to the bar and ordered up some drinks for her and himself.
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The working DeadCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550041

>The skeleton man would continue his tune. The joyous melody causing a good number of patrons to hum along. As he was done he would spread his arms in glee. His fiddle in one hand and the bow in the other.

Ah, such a warm reception. It fills my heart with joy to hear your cheers. Oh! But I'm a skeleton. So I don't have a heart! Yohohohohohoho!

>His laughter would follow through into his bow. A fair number of the audience laughing as well as sighing at the joke. He lifts his head up to see the newest member of the audience staring up at him.

Oh ho. Such a lovely young lady. Thank you for coming to my show.

>He adjusts his tie as he walks forward. His hands draping behind his back as he stares down at her. His tone taking more of a neutral one compared to what it was before.

....May I see your panties?

>He asks with no sign of joking in his voice.

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>While Sanguine went to go get drinks, Victoria stayed put near the skeleton~~Warrior~~man. She clapped her hands together happily when he finish playing

You're welcome! You played very well! I was wondering if yo-

>Victoria looks visibly taken back, eye twitching and she leaned her head back slightly. Even her tail stuck up straight in surprise.

I'm....I'm sorry?

Sasuun!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550046

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>He sighs.

I know, but it's not like I've lost any knowledge I've had about fighting, just the skill itself. And I know fighting like this is a lot more than just being able to swing a blade around.

>Lifting up his sword, he rests the blade on his shoulder.

If you're wanting to just test my skill with a sword and nothing else, then we can do that, but I was aiming to win.

>He slouches a little bit, a little disappointed, but still understanding where she was coming from.

If you'd like to try again, we could, but..

Sanguine!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550050

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>Sanguine would break out laughing at hearing this.

I like you.

>He'd say while still chuckling,

Brook!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550051

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Ah, I'm sorry. I may have mi-

>He raises his hand with his bow in it up to his mouth. He then forces a breath out to clear the throat he didn't have. However before he can continue his sentence he looks up at the latest person to speak up.


>He nearly drops his fiddle as he steps back. His hands raised up to his face as his jaw hangs open. Somehow he was sweating.

Oh no! A demon! How terrifying!

Lelouch Vi Britannia!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550060

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>It had been qutie awhile since his last outing with the Black Knights, and he had much to think about.
>Applications for the Knights had been popping up qutie a bit, support for them had very slowly started to pop up thanks to the efforts of the Littledove government, and soon he'd be able to properly form the kind of team he was hoping for.
>For now though, he figured he'd once again try his hand at fitting in with the rest of the people at Wayne Manor.
>He had a few of its residents under the command to report in on the activities of Stein, and from what he could tell Stein had been away for quite some time. If there was any time to try, this would be it.
>And so, he approaches the front door of the massive building, looking up upon it with slight disinterest, before reaching forward to the handle with one arm, and pulling.
>Let's see who he was lucky enough to run into today.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550062

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Manuel - Gas Gas Gas
>The music could be heard from somewhere behind Lelouch. And rapidly getting closer. A trail of dust could be seen quickly approaching the manor. Soon a red car would skip onto the lawn. The engine turning off as the driver stepped out and began approaching Lelouch.

If yer new here rules are on the door. There's no lock on the fridge. Basement is dangerous. Blah blah blah, shut up Bojack.

>Dead storms past Lelouch and opens the door to the manor, leaving it open for him. He then makes a B-Line for the living room and plops on the couch. His arms resting on the corners of the furniture before he places his hands on his face. A loud but muffled scream exiting his mouth.

Lelouch Vi Britannia!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550063

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>Lelouch just stares for a few moments as the mercenary storms past him and into the livingroom, briefly looking back at the car he arrived in.


>He recognizes this man though. He was the one who was with Stein on his unfortunate trip to Asylum. Had he not been there, the trip may have been worthwhile, but..

>He shakes his head.


>He follows after him towards the livingroom, stopping just inside the door to watch as he flopped down and started screaming.

..Are you.. alright..?

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550064

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Do I know you?

>Wade lifts his hands as he looks over toward Lelouch. A brief pause would follow before he answers his own question.


>He lowers his hands and lets out a loud groan before rolling around on the couch. After a while he comes to rest in a position with his head on the foot rest. His legs sticking up straight up over the top of the couch as his arms dangle down onto the floor. If it wasn't for the fact his head was being used to hold his torso over the ground he'd be banging his head against the foot rest.

Fuck this gay world.

>He says muffled through the fabric of the footrest.

Valanthe Liadon!HornsSkNwcCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550065

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Well, it smells like her, so I'm going to assume she at least went this way.

>Val said as Sophie made her way over. She looked down at the younger girl for a moment.

You have a hard time with doors, too, huh?

>Val remembered how it was the first time she had encountered a door on Earth after spending several years in space for the first time. In the Space Corps ships, doors were automatic. But most places on Earth still had manual doors. She had found herself standing in front of a door several times, just waiting for it to open.

>She figured that wasn't quite Sophie's problem, though.

>Regardless, Val looked away and went down the short hallway, approaching the door.

>She put her hand on the doorknob and then stopped, sniffing the air near the door.

Hmmmm... mushrooms?

>Without a second thought, she turned the handle on the door and pushed it open...

>As the door swung open, the smell of mushrooms grew stronger and assaulted Val's senses and she took a few steps back, covering her nose.

Augh! Gross!

>She exclaimed, and pressed her face into her elbow. She stood there like that for a while, letting her senses get used to the strong smell.

>As the smells slowly faded to something manageable, she was able to discern that the majority of the mushroom stench was old, and that it was unlikely there would be much inside the tower itself.

Lelouch Vi Britannia!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550066

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>He pauses for a moment when the masked man asked if he knew him.
>He shouldn't be able to recall such a thing while under the effects of geass liek that, but it was a tad surprising nonetheless.

..Uh, no, I'm afraid we've never met.

>He tilts his head a frowns a little, reaching up and scratching the back of his head.

Do you.. wanna talk about it? You don't seem to be doing too well.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550069

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>Wade lifts up his hand before making a shooing motion. His head turning to Lelouch. His mask disfigured from the rapid movement.

Don't you have a prom date or something to worry about?

>He turns his head back and allows his arm to drop down to the floor with a thud. Several seconds would pass before a reluctant sigh would escape him and he rotates his body so his back is now flipped over.

....You got two hours to spare and a cider?

Lelouch Vi Britannia!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550070

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>He raises an eyebrow at the sudden quip, and stands around for just a few moments to see if he said anything else.

>Luckily, he did, and Lelouch crosses his arms.
>He supposed he could, nothing to lose really, so he decides to approach it the best way he can think of.

Yeah, I got time. It's not like I have prom to go to or anything.

>He says a bit jokingly, shrugging.

No cider on me, though. Can't say I carry stuff like that around with me.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550071


>Wade sits up with considerable effort and rotates himself into a proper seated position. He reaches into his belt and pulls out a small bottle of cider he keeps on his person. It wasn't much but it'll do for what he needed.

Well go ahead, sit down.

>He motions to the other side of the couch before pulling the cap off his bottle. A quick swig without removing his mask would allow him to take a sip from it somehow.

Dave Strider [i]Rose Lalonde!aTimeY72bQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550072

Rose takes Atlons hand in hers, smiling up at him and stepping up close to his side to walk through the portal with him. The bracing sensation as they pass through it is quite pleasant to the Seer of Time.

Although that pleasantness gives her a slight feeling of unease, thoughts of a time when she'd been trapped in a darkness of her own making attempting to raise to the surface before she banishes them.

[i]"What a convenient way to travel."

Her brother on the other hand, shivers violently once he steps through, the bracing cold not something that he was used to or wanted to feel in any way shape or form.

"Uggh. Still not a fan."

He knew it was faster at this distance then him just running the whole way, but with time travel he almost preferred the inconvenience of time wasted.

However his discomfort only lasts momentarily, taking in the sights around him. Maybe he'd take a short time travel induced break to see about getting a riftguard branch set up here.

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A demon? Hmm.

>He did kind of look likea demon now did he? Victoria would take a step away from the skeleton man and went to go near Sanguine, but still looked at the undead, while speaking of course.

This is a really interesting place!...albeit a rather rude undead....how could I have not known about this!

TinyCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550076

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>Attached to that massive hand was an equally massive arm, Jack would continue to pull and pull but the arm did not seem to end. Soon enough however a bald, ugly humanoid head would appear with it's mouth having been bolted shut by some sort of metal plate.

>It was like picking the largest and creepiest turnip of all time.


>The large, pale man's gutteral growling sounded throughout the Deep Woods as he now began to climb out of his hole, violently jerking himself free from Jack's grasp and trying to vehemently punch him in the face. This creature's fists are easily the size of Jack's entire head.

Roll 1d1000 = 681

>After having freed himself from Jack, he would turn towards the two merfolk, just as the pained cries from one of the injured ravens reached him! The bird's left wing was completely shot off by the mermen's bullets and it was plummeting towards the ground at great speeds, it tried to keep itself afloat with it's one remaining wing, flapping it uselessly making it's entire body whirl around before coming to an aprupt halt.


>Smashing into the ground proved to be too much for the bird, it was dead. The large creature watched more of his friends fall.


>Each and every bird seemed to give the man another aneurysm, threatening to burst it's veins in anger! And just before the final, seventh bird was about to fall...

>With untold speed the creature dug himself free, sprinting towards the two merfolk and diving towards the ground, knocking the both of them away.

Roll 1d1000 = 536

>The final bird's fall was softened considerably as the amazingly delicate hands catched it. The man's pupilless eyes would leer at his three oponnents as he got back up, towering over everyone present as he kept the hurt little bird in one hand, out of reach.

Bridget Spooner!ThiefH5p2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550077

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Nah you should be fine. The whole place is for keeping people safe. No reason for there to be any traps *inside* the manor.

>She says shrugging as she walks off towards the stairs.

See you around Alice!

Doobie the Warrior HamsterCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550080

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>Even in the Captains injured state, catching up to Doobie would not be a particularly difficult task. Once Doobie realizes that he had followed him out of the ship, she slows down to allow the pony to catch up faster. Once he had caught up Doobie climbs up onto the captain and points with his sword where to go.

That way! A small group broke off from Vaykor to investigate something. Doobie does not know what.


>Upon hearing the gunfire and heavy foosteps on some kind of massive beast, Doobie tenses up. Hoping that he could get there in time to prevent any serious harm.

We must hurry! Doobie apologizes!

>He normally likes to ask for permission before using his healing blade, but time was not on their side. Sliding down his neck, Doobie raises his blade and stabs it into the captains flank. The captain would feel a sharp prick like that of a needle, then warm rush flowing throughout his body healing any and all injuries, aches, and pains.

Koki / Grunt SCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550081


>So he still had at least one companion left. That was some good news. Though, it still didn't sit right with her to just leave this young pony to fend for himself in this dangerous game.

PT: Then i will try and finish my quest quickly

>Speaking of, it had been awhile since they were last able to even see the lighthouse through the fog. Why she had not noticed this before was a little concerning. Did she really get distracted from her quest to fight more monsters? She turns and speaks to Grunt S, forgetting to turn off her voice to text.

PT: Hey Grunt S, when was the last time we saw the lighthouse?

The lighthouse? We haven't seen it since we went off course to fight the second group of monsters

PT: Why didn't you say anything earlier?!

I was just following your lead miss Koki. Figured you probably know where to go better than I.

>That was just perfect. She knew nothing good would ever come of using what her father taught her. Hunt down your enemies instead of letting them come to you, he'd always say. The one time she decided to trust what he said after he left, and it failed her. Who knows where they are now. They very well may have ended up in an area populated by even more powerful monsters! Only now does she realize that the voice to text was still active

PT: Oh
PT: uh
PT: please ignore all of that
PT: everything's fine here

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550093

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"Yep, see ya"
>She said as she watched her walk off, leaving Alice on her own in the large house. With a sigh she takes a look around, getting more of a chance to let things soak in, the witch soon hanging her head with another exhausted sigh.

"...What now?"

Lelouch Vi Britannia!tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550095

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>WIth a bit of a smile, he walks over to a nearby chair, and takes a seat.
>He leans back, and crosses on leg over the other, also bringing his hands together in a bit of an arc.

My name is Lelouch, by the way. It's nice to meet you, mister..?

>He of course knew his name already, but to Wade, this would be the first time they've met.

>He just had to play this the best he could.

Sanguine!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550099

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Daedra, actually.

>Sanguine would correct him.

And a handsome one.

>he'd say with mock defence.

Because you are learning about it now.

>He'd say with a chuckle, holding out a glass of potent booze to her.

ALBATROSS / High OrbitCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550100

>The pegasus flinches as the blade strikes, almost toppling over from the unexpected move from the hamster.


>He pauses, turning his head over to look at his flank. Was that a healing spell? Either way, the hamster had seemed determined to get to the source of the commotion.

"Ack. Well, in... either case, do hold on, I suppose!"

>Shaking the adrenaline and shock off with some vigorous feather ruffling, the pegasus breaks into a flat gallop, before launching himself into the air, hamster presumably still on his back.

>Soaring with considerable speed towards the now-visible flock, the pegasus suddenly veers left, spiralling in towards the source of the noise instead. He glances back at the hamster, strange weapon still in his mouth.

"I'll put you down... somewhere to the side of this... mess. Whatever you do, stay out of... the firing line of the ship. Alba's not used to firing from this low, and well, if we have to..."

>The weapon clinks in the pegasus's mouth as the duo land out of direct line of sight of the fight, but close enough to approach. Adjusting it in his mouth, the pegasus swivels the gun around to point in the general direction of the large, lumbering creature.

"Best of luck, small one."

Xion and [i]Alton!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550101

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>The portal shrinks away and dispels with a cool breeze. The magic wisps curl away from the four and leave them standing in the middle of the Lancian plaza. The standbys continue to eye thr four suspiciously and move on down the thin alleys that extended from it. One man slips into a building through a polished door. A lock clicks into place the minute the door shuts behind him and the curtains draw closed on a window nearby.

>Xion rubs the back of her head and looks around at the dispersing passersby inhabitants. Alton considers the quickly emptying plaza with his own thoughtful frown.

Hm...I suppose our entrance was a tad alarming here, wasn't it?

It is dark magic...maybe people don't really trust it around here?

>The smell of water still clings to the air. The chilled air of the cooler month gives the breeze a particular bite to it as well, one that makes Xion pull her coat a little tighter around herself. Alton, conversely, seems to take the weather well and even takes in a deeper breath.

Not quite how London used to be but this smell isn't one you find often. Where are we, again?

>Xion turns to look down an alley, craning her head to see what's down it. The thin walkway goes the length of a building and terminates at the end with a left and right path. She folds her arms.

It should be Aweso...

The working DeadCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550102

Wilson. Friends call me Wade. Everyone else calls me "that asshole".

>If he was being perfectly honest nobody called him that in some time. At least not to his face. Over the years Wade had become less attuned to his codename, seeming to only use it at work or when the mood suited him. Calling yourself "Deadpony" seemed to give a less then positive impression.

Let me as you something Lelouch: You got kids?

>He asks the question sternly. Though he believed Lelouch appeared to young to have any significant offspring.

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>He found the question a little amusing. Even if he was only using it as a segue, it was rather funny to think he expected any other but "No".

Can't say I do, no.

>He can only guess where this conversation is heading. Parenting troubles, perhaps?

>He honestly didn't know much about Wade. He was one of the people he didn't really look into much, so guessing is all he could do.

I take it you do.

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>Grell Sutcliff wasn't particularly happy tonight. Years tended to blend together but there was one day that was typically hers, one she could reveal and flaunt about to anyone who would listen. She always enjoyed the attention, the lavish gifts, the sumptuous treats, and the wonderful dinner that often came accompanied with her day. One could expect nothing less.

>Except not this year, regrettably. Grell didn't know who completely flubbed their job up but she had been assigned to clean up the mess of a demon spill out from a summoning circle performed in the city. Beasts and creatures poured from the distortion like a gash and there she was cutting through the demonic nuisances for the workday plus some hours. Overtime.

>By the time she came home Nigel had already tucked himself into bed, his dog sleeping peacefully in his little fluffy bed next to her son's. His room was cluttered with mess, naturally, and to some disappointment it seemed there was no letter or note wishing a happy birthday left anywhere in her room. Only a sour looking bug sitting in a glass tank hissed unpleasantly at her when she drew close.

>The reaper clicks her tongue and flicks the glass.

Hush you nasty little thing.


>The purple grub bears its sharp little teeth and with a grunt Grell bears her own at it. For a moment the grub hesitates and squints its yellow eyes in confusion at her pointed teeth. It recovers and hisses again. The reaper rolls her eyes.

What a lovely cherry on top of such a rotten day, a worthless little bug like you giving me grief! Of all the things to come back to in my room and it has to be something like you!

>Grell chucks her coat onto her large bed, pouting at its large fluffy folds of blankets and linens untouched from the morning. She supposed she shouldn't have expected much but it stung that Wade hadn't left her anything. Did he even know it was today?

>She sits on her bed and pulls a phone from her pocket in her coat. A glittering red case covers a sleek and modern smartphone, this one produced in Victin rather than one of the Lumina brands. The reaper scrolls through the messages but finds nothing on it. She blows out a disappointed sigh and tosses her phone further on the bed.

Of course...

>Grell flops back on the bed next and glares impotently at the ceiling. She only moves when the bug's hissing grows too irritating and marches over to the tank. The red reaper snaps the creature up by one wiggly horn and lifts it out. The hissing noise elevates into a raspy angrier noise, its body grotesquely twisting about.

Be quiet! You rotten little thing, you're lucky I don't-

>It all happens much too quickly. In a twist the grub's hind leg snatches her sleeve, enough to corkscrew its head in her grip enough to get its mouth close to her hand. There's a flash of teeth and with a loud shout the reaper flings her hand in reflex, throwing the weak grub off and right into a wall.


>It bounces off and hits the floor. The violet grub curls up, the violent noises it had been making immediately silenced. Grell meanwhile hisses a curse and holds her hand which already starts to bleed. Her glasses flash red, her hand shaking and brows furiously pressed together.

Rrrrrgh!! Bloody fantastic!

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Don't ever do it. Stress will kill ya.

>He waves his hand in a dismissive manner and takes another swig of his tiny bottle. Somehow the contents never seemed to get any less despite the multiple sips he's taken already.

Ya know you try to do right by them. You make sure they get everything they need. You always askin yourself "Am I doing right by them? Am I setting a good example?" Then suddenly some asshole in a blue cape just comes and whisks them off away into the murder game. Then they get stuck in it for months and there's not a damn thing you can do about it but hope they remember everything you taught em.

>The more he went on the more frustrated he seemed to get. Saying he was upset would be an understatement.

Then you start asking the other question a parent always asks. "Where did I go wrong?"

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>He listens intently as Wade describes his issues to him, and Lelouch is about ready to bring out his inner therapist, but..
>There's a certain something that catches him off guard.

Wait, did you say murder game?

>It could be his own brand of fancy talk for "war", but it doesn't hurt to doublecheck.

>As far as he was aware, there were no major wars taking place at the moment.

What do you mean they're in a murder game?

>Surely there was something he was missing here.
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Some advanced virtual reality shit I don't know.

>He shakes his head and readjusts himself on the couch. Now slumping over holding his bottle in both hands.

About once a year someone comes around selecting a handful of people to go off to some kind of planet to play. I don't know the full details but apparently you get to make a planet or something.

>He seems to trail off the more he talks about it. He knew a fair number of people who had participated in past events. None of them seemed to come out the same.

Apparently it has to be a set number of people choosen by...God or the DM or something. And this one just happened to have my son, and my best friend on the list. I haven't heard from either in a while.

>He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He then checks an app Lelouch likely wouldn't recognize only to see nothing resembling a notification before he shakes his head in disappointment.

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Oh? A Daedra? That doesn't sound nearly as scary.

>The skeleton adjusts himself and seems to instantly regain his composure.

Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Brook. Telling you my name should have come first. Must have slipped my mind. oh! But I'm a skeleton. I don't have a brain! YOHOHOHOHOHOHO

>The skeleton lets out a heartfilled laugh at his own joke. Another round of laughter and groans coming from the audience.

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>Leaving City Hall was like leaving one universe and stepping foot into another... which it literally was, in a way.

>As Toga stepped out of the front door, everything changed back to the way it had been before she opened that weird new app on her phone. The sky was blue, the trees were brown and green, the grass was green, there were actually people around.

>Toga stretched and yawned, and as she did so she heard a little 'bing' on her phone. She raised an eyebrow and reached into her sweater's pocket and pulled out her phone... despite the fact that last time she had used it, it was in her sleeve.

>She brought the phone to her face and unlocked it, making a face as she tried to figure out what the notification she had gotten was for. A moment later she found it.

Back on radar??? What's that supposed to mean?

>She asked herself, confused. But she then shrugged and lowered the phone from her face, looking around once more.

Hmmmm... what to do now...

>She thought out loud, tapping a finger against her chin.

I bet Wade's done with whatever it was he was doing... But he never told me where I was supposed to go...

>With no idea of where to go to, but knowing she probably couldn't stay loitering in front of City Hall for long, Toga started walking, turning right down the street.

Hm hm hm... Maybe that big house I followed him to? His horse kid was there, so maybe that's where he lives? But it's so far away, I don't want to walk there if he's not going to be there...

>She continued walking as she talked herself through her options, and eventually she decided it would be best to go with her first choice.

<If nothing else, a house that big should have a room for me, right? Even if I have to break in...

>With a shrug of her shoulders, she continued walking down the street, now with a destination in mind. Whether or not she got there without any interruptions was another question entirely.

>At the very least, with her now in the real world, she'd start showing up on various tracking devices again.

>It was quite odd, though, that despite all she had just gone through, she didn't seem to question any of it...

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"Huh, neat. Bet that comes in handy a lot. I can think of plenty of things that I'd like doubled..." Sunset nods, genuinely impressed at how his duplication powers worked.

...Aaand there was the crazy that she read about. Hopefully that guy he was targeting wasn't about to escalate things. Even if the people here were going to be civil to not draw attention from the law, there was no accounting for insanity.

"...I think he got the message." She said, trying to not make him turn on her, while also trying to keep the situation low.

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>The compass man would stagger back from the blow to his face. As the creature charged the Merfolk, they heard him coming and were able to get out of the way in time. The compass man would lrecover from the blow to his face and quickly check his person for any broken compasses, and sighed with relief at none of them damaged.

Well well, you changelings certainly have a lot of surprises.

>He'd say, making sure to an eye on the tree the others were hiding in. They were there to round up as many as possible. He'd then address the merfolk.

Try to just injure this one. We are supposed to be bringing them back.

>The merfolk would roll their eyes. They had tried to just injure the wings, the hadn't expected them to be clean shot off. At least with the current enemy, there wasn't much risk of removing body parts. They'd both fire at it's legs. Roll 1d1000 = 416 evens. Roll 1d2 = 2 hit.

>The compass man would close the distance in a flash, jumping over the merfolk and their water bullets, to punch the creature in the chest with intent to send him stumbling backwards. Roll 1d1000 = 804 evens.

>The group is largely unaware of the approaching back up.

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Oh thank you!


>Victoria took the alcoholic drink and looked down at it, swirling it around the glass a bit and even going to give it a small sniff. After a second though she decided to simply shrug and give a sip of it. To which her lips would twist a bit. Though she wasn't one to complain, especially since this is what she expected she should be doing with her status, so instead took another sip and noddered her head to Sanguine

It taste pretty good!

>When the skeleton spoke she'd turn her head to him, She was still taken back by the panty comment, and was still unsure of ow to even react to him. The joke he made and the laughter from the rest of the patrons was enough to put her at easy atleast.

My names Victoria! And this is Sanguine! It's nice to meet you mister Brook!

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>Sanguine would laugh at Brook's joke.

Good one, Brook.

Let me know if you want to try another, they got some great drinks here.

>He'd say with a smile, taking a gulp of his drink.

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>The morning after Grell awakens with a throbbing hand and a cooled temper. She rests in a nest of blankets, her red hair flyaway around her and falling around her shoulders as she sits up. The reaper yawned and looked around her empty room. Her rage had cooled after a good night's sleep but what was left was an overall sour feeling over her disappointing birthday. The only thing she really was given was a wicked bite from a nasty bug.

>Speaking of the bug she looks down where it fell on the floor. She had left it there since she threw the thing and expected it to be dead. Instead, she's surprised to see the creature had moved from where it fell and seemed to scuttle it's way to a corner of the room with its bizarre face pressed into a corner.

>Grell lifts a brow.

You're still alive?

>She slips off the bed. If she knew the thing survived being thrown against the wall yesterday she would have finished the job and squashed it for good measure. She contemplates doing that anyway for the sake of it. On the one hand it would mean the cursed little thing would be dead for sure. On the other hand Wade trusted her to take care of it and she did promise she would...even if 'taking care' of it would have been well-suited for mercy killing such a loathsome loaf.

>The reaper walks over and again lifts the creature by the horn. This time it curls its body like a cat curling from being picked up by the scuff of the neck. Grell expects a hissing noise but instead hears a meek and strange squeaking noise.

>She turns it. The grub looks back at her with one large fearful yellow eye. The other looks swollen halfway shut, the pupil also focused on her. Grell frowns and contemplates it.

I suppose a good smack is all you need to be better behaved, hn? Tsk...

>She carries it back to the tank and drops it inside. The grub scuttles immediately into a corner filled with water and again attempts to hide from her in it. The reaper meanwhile picks up the bottle of fish flakes and administers the seven shakes she was supposed to add every morning. For once the grub doesn't jump to ravenously eating the flakes and stays in its corner. Grell's gaze lingers on it a few more moments, then with a sigh she starts to get ready for the day.

>She was likely as lucky the creature survived as it was that she didn't kill it. Wade may have turned cross with her if she killed Dr. Stein's pet.

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>The mermen's bullets sank into the giant's voluminous calf but sadly, it didn't seem like the creature was bleeding, in fact all that seemed to happen was that they punched two tiny holes into him, he was still in good shape and is able to endure it.

>However, Jack's amazing punch elicited a more dramatic response, causing the giant to stumble and trip backwards towards the changeling's hideout, out of reflex the poor thing then lowered his arms to catch himself with his hands.


>A moment passes as the Giant lay prone for a bit, recovering from the hits he had sustained, it took him a while to realize what had happened...he slowly raised his hand up to his face.

>A gross mush of feathers was all that was left in his palm, un-moving.


>The creature let out an absolutely maddening cry, he reached behind him, his pupilless eyes staring the three fiends before him down with complete fury. His massive arm would reach behind him, gripping onto the fallen, hollowed-out tree, the sheer strength of his hand causing the bark to whine in protest.


>The panicked voices of the changelings inside realized a little too late what was about to happen.

>The giant, punished man hefted the entire hideout up as he got back on his legs and wildly swung it at the group before him like a madman in a wide arc.

(1st roll, Jack)
(2 and 3 the mermen)
Roll 1d1000 = 851
Roll 1d1000 = 924
Roll 1d1000 = 896

>As the giant, makeshift club was swung around like it was nothing the changelings trapped inside were thrown about like ragdolls, unable to find any hold, it was clearly visible that this creature holds no allegience to these particular changelings.

>One by one the poor bugs were violently flung out of their hideout, two of which were unlucky enough to smack right into nearby trees, the larger Changeling from before was flung out as well but she managed to catch herself before anything too bad could happen.

>She looks stunned, unsure what to do.

>The flock of Ravens, though thinned out seemed to have finished it's job, everyone at the site had been touched by the liquid and now it was time for them all to fly off and away.


>It sounds like a lot of bad times are being had by everyone involved. Luckily everyone seems distracted enough to pay the two sneaky ones no real mind.

>That is, until the body of a changeling flew towards them at way too great a speed! Like a ragdoll carelessly flung away by a child the changeling's body tumbled across the forest ground, eventually landing inside a bush, it sounds like the impact could've been worse all things considered.
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EE: That doesn't sound very convincing.
EE: Are you also perusing a light?

>You never considered that perhaps multiple people could inhabit the same land at the start. Of course you figured this was perhaps very unlikely considering how vast the world seemed to be.

EE: A thought occurs to me that I never asked for your name.

>You had been so content in receding to other players by their roll you never seemed to bother asking for their own names. You would punish yourself for this rudeness later.

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>He takes a few moments to think about this new information.

>Now that he thought about it, that does give an explanation for the planets that seemed to have popped out of nowhere.

>The other reasonable explanation would have been that they came in through a rift, but that would've had catastrophic effects on Rigel Prima, and there's no way a rift of that scale would have gone unnoticed.

>Not to mention it has happened multiple times, creating multiple planets.

>Though it still seemed a bit too bizarre for him. This coming from the guy who hangs out with an immortal witch and can command anyone to do anything, sure, but..

>He looks back to Wade after this short pause, and continues talking.

Well, who is this best friend of yours? Surely he'd be able to take care of your son. There's a great deal of things I'd trust my best friend to do as well.

>He trails off for a moment, thinking briefly about his sister Nunnally, and how he hopes Suzaku is taking proper care of her in his absence.

And have you tried talking to others who have participated in this game? Perhaps they know of a way to contact those inside, or give better advice?

>This was a hard one to approach for him, for sure. The basic premise was something he was used to, but the complete lack of communication made it rather difficult.
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Eh, some big shot scientist. You probably never heard of him.

>of course that sentence was entirely out of Wade's own bias against teenagers. From his perspective they'd rather focus on movie stars or super heros. Of course at this time Stein could basicly be both.

Anyway Screwloose can handle it. He can handle anything the multiverse throws at him. Toughest bastard I ever met.

>He holds up his phone and shows Lelouch the app he has open. List of contacts with descriptive names could be seen before he pulls it back in his direction.

Another friend of mine made me download this a while ago. Apparently he used it in his session back in his universe. Using it allows players to talk to each other and anyone else as long as they have it.

>He looks back down at his phone. Refreshing the app in hopes it would cause some lagged notification to pop up. Only to find the same screen.

But Screwloose hasn't found it in him to log on for a while. And my son.....well.....

>He rubs the back of his head. A part of him wondered if what he was doing was the right call.

I'm trying to give him some space. Only reason he got into the game was because he was trying to be like his old man. See I work in law enforcement and he was trying to be a hero like he thinks I am for some reason. I talked with him about it and I feel if I just tell him what to do it's only gonna make it worse.

>He leans back in the chair. His free arm resting on the back of the couch.

He's getting to be that age where he needs to find his own way. He'll never get his cutie mark of he just does what I say all his life.

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Huh? You making fun of me? Callin me a mailman?

>He looks in Sunset's direction. His body leaning toward her as he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. Less then a moment later the man from before would walk up to the both of them.

[b]hey! The hell you think you doin!?[b]

Huh? Who're you?

>Twice looks away from Sunset and over to the intimidating looking man in the Rhino suit who had walked over.

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Dave sniffs the air experimentally, the subtle aroma of food somewhere obvious to his nose, a smile on his face at the aromas around them.

"Smells like good food to me, so I'm not complainin' about it."

It's only after taking in a deep smell of the air around them that he notices the chilly weather, stepping up to wrap an arm around Xions waist.

He may not handle cold very well but he was pretty warm himself, maybe it had something to do with spending an extended period of time in the fiery pits of the hell that was texas.

Or the lava planet.

Could be both

Rose however finds more in common with her boyfriend then with her brother, the cool breeze seeming to refresh and energize her.

"Thats really quite the convenient way to travel, I wonder if it's possible to recreate it somehow..."

She shakes her head slightly, she could always come back to the idea at a later point in time.

Why dont we go look around?"

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