Shipping VIII: Yes, Eight. No, really. We are THAT insane.

[Silverraptor]

Hmmmm...

to write part 5 or not to write part 5. That is the question up to you guys. I wll come back to see what you decide on. (Though I think I know what the answer is going to be.)

[Reinholdt]

Write part 5... after you read and comment on other ships. Like the one above your post.

@ Jacklu - Crazy Maxwell Endrik and his silver hammer.

[Dallas-Dakota]

RHL/Reinholdt

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A shiver, of cold.
A flinch, of touch.
A scared look, of seeing you.

And then I'm buried in zombies.
But I'm happy, because I'm with your zombies.

The hiding is over.

Comments, please.

[Reinholdt]

RHL/Reinholdt

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A shiver, of cold.
A flinch, of touch.
A scared look, of seeing you.

And then I'm buried in zombies.
But I'm happy, because I'm with your zombies.

The hiding is over.

Comments, please.

Tingly.
Moving.

[Grim ranger]

RHL/Reinholdt

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A shiver, of cold.
A flinch, of touch.
A scared look, of seeing you.

And then I'm buried in zombies.
But I'm happy, because I'm with your zombies.

The hiding is over.

Comments, please.

Short, yet fitting, and touching. I think you caught Rein perfectly

[Nameless]

Endrik's Holy Hammer
Starring: Endrik Anderson (Destro's FFRP paladin)
Based on this.

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Roan, the vampire; undead and bad and ‘fraid of fire
Killing victims in his home.
Late nights in his torture chambers.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Endrik the Paladin, mastering in smiting things,
Broke in through the door.
"Can you taste my smite evil spe-ell,
Roa, oa, oa, oan?"

And as the undead’s turning to face him,
A blow comes from above.

Smite! Smite! Endrik’s holy hammer
Came down upon his head.
Smite! Smite! Endrik's holy hammer
Made sure that he was dead.

Back in the town again, Endrik on a role again.
Smiting everything.
Hitting all the people if they are,
Ba, a, a, ad.

They tell Endrik that, he is simply going mad
He threatens them back.
Waiting till they all are fleeing
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

But when they turn their backs on him,
He charges from behind.

Smite! Smite! Endrik's holy hammer
Came down upon their heads.
Smite! Smite! Endrik's holy hammer
Made sure that they were dead.

Aera, Endrik’s god, said “We’ve got a crazy one.
I better step on in”
So she came down to him in a blaze of
Glor, or, or, ory.

“Endrik, my chosen one, think you could take it slow?
Let some people go.”
(let some people go)
Endrik does not believe he likes her,
To, o, o, one

So as she lectures him a while,
A noise comes from behind.

Smite! Smite! Endrik's holy hammer
Came down upon her head.
Smite! Smite! Endrik's holy hammer
Made sure that she was dead.

Whoa whoa whoa!
Holy Hammer.

I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head for the next month now.

[Silverraptor]

Well, Here's part 5 then. As usual, here's part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4. I hope you guys enjoy it and I look forward to hearing comments on how I do.

Cast-
EleventhHour
Vulion
Cristo Meyers
Silverraptor

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The door to Vulion's office opens again and in walks EleventhHour with a walkie-talkie. Here you go Vulion.

Thank you Eleventh. He takes the device and looks back out at the battle. He holds up the device to his mouth. All troops, this is Vulion, anyone out there read me? Report! Static erupts in the walkie-talkie...

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Satocopter 112 was still deflecting shells. Now admittedly 2 of the 6 tanks were destroyed thanks to the Nalocycles, but that cost them 2 of their own squad. They were all now crouched behind large piles of rubble, shooting out short bursts of their energy weapons before taking cover as the tanks aimed in their direction. The satocoptor was constantly sending information about where the muzzles were so that the nalocycles could countinue to do this without threat from being destroyed.

Another shell hit the shield and it registered that power level in the shiel was fading. It needed to stop and recharge the shield, but it was in such an important position, it couldn't abandon it's post.

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Tarotank 37 rumbled down the street. It knew it's orders, it had to meet up with Satocopter 112's position. It turned right and up ahead was Satocopter 112. It sent a ping to the copter and it turned it's ocular lens toward the Tarotank. If the machine had emotion or features, it probably would have shown great joy.

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At a ping from it's left, the Satocopter turned it's ocular lens to see what was there. What it beheld was a large tank. It had it's own occular lens on the top, similar to a head, and it had a gigantic muzzle. It was colored nearly black and the treads were of deep gray.

The Satocopter greeted Tarotank 37 with with relief. It informed the tank that it's shields were almost gone and it needed to recharge them. The Tarotank acknowledged it and turned out into the street to face the enemy.

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The new Nalocycle leader was showing an irritation that the entire squad was reduced to skirmish tactics because of the advancing tanks. It turned around toward the Satocopter, but it's attention was directed to what was emerging from the street at it's feet. The Nalocycle was deeply relieved that the Tarotank had finally caught up and it was turning it's muzzle down the street. The Satocopter retransformed into it's Helicopter mode and flew off behind some buildings to recharge it's shields. The Nalocycle prepared the squad to begin the attack.

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*I repeat, all troops, this is Vulion, anyone out there read me? Report!* Static erupted from the Walkie-Talkie. Inside a basement was a sergant with an entire squad under his disposal. They had sought refuge inside a basement, taking up strategic positions to face the door as the enemy was attempting to come down.

A few of his soldiers were injured, but the rest were running out of ammo. When the sound of Vulions voice rang out from the walkie-talkie, the sergant had a sudden burst of hope. He quickly pulled out the walkie-talkie and held it to his mouth. Vulion! Is that you?

Cristo? Thank gods. I thought you were killed.

Nope, I'm hold up in a basement at the southern end of the city. I have about 17 troops here with me.

17? But ,the set squad limit is 15.

I know sir, but the other sergants were killed and I took the surviving troops.

But what about any of the other 50 squads of troops.

Vulion! You're talking to all who is left alive at the southern division! We're not going to last unless there are reinforcements, now are there reinforcements?!

Well... Not exactly.

What do you mean not exactly?!

At that moment, many explosions were heard from outside. Dust and searing hot metal was falling down the stairs they were facing. Vulion stared at what was happening, open mouthed.

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Tarotank 37 was firing 2 plasma shots from it's muzzle every second. Therefore, in 3 seconds, the 4 remaining tanks were reduced to melted metal and enemy soldiers were burnt craters. The Tarotank then had two mini-turrets appear at the top of the rotating muzzle. They fired mini plasma shots in as quick sequence as a machine gun, combined with the plasma coming from the muzzle.

Then extended two rectangular rocket tubes and the tank started sending volley after volley of rockets down the streets, hitting the spots the troops were taking cover.

At once, the metalics and the Nalocycles emerged from their hiding spots and started firing down the street, adding to the fire power of the Tarotank. The Tarotank moved forward with them.

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'As predicted. The enemy forces on all fronts are being pushed back.'

Good. Tell the metalics to start sweeping the buildings for enemy troops that may hide. But also tell them to keep an eye out for potential survivors of the Sketches nation. They are to help the survivors at all cost, even if they are being fired at.

'Relaying your orders now, sir!

Alright, part 5 is complete! I have great hope in the comments on this one. Any thoughts?

[Reinholdt]

Silly Cristo. Gets to die horribly! Hooray!
Keep up the good work SR.

[Silverraptor]

He dies?! I never said anything about that.

Glad you liked it though. What do you think of the Tarotank?

[Dallas-Dakota]

Hmm, DD is in the mood for some classic pairings like RHL/Ego, especially if somebody like Curly or a other co-creator would write it...

[RabbitHoleLost]

DD: B'awwww, that's really cute. Very sweet. Well done.
As for your request, when November comes up, I'll see what I can whip up for you. As it is, I'm holding all my ships til then. It'll be, like, a explosion of Rabbit ships. I'm finishing anything I've left unfinished, and there's a lot of stuff I've promised that I've never done ::cough::Rabbit/Ninja Chocobofoeyay::cough::

[Jacklu]

The Doctor's Wife
Starring: Magtok, Happy Turtle
Based on The Doctor's Wife, by The Clockwork Quartet

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Magtok paced his small private office. He was distressed and tired. He sat at his desk and opened his medical journal and began to write.

Monday the twenty-sixth of March:

The patient's passing seizures are becoming more pronounced by the day.
The underlying cause
Seems to be some slow progressive decay.
If I don't find a cure,
I fear my patient must surely fade away...
But I swear.
I'll apply my science
To the cause,
Brooking no defiance,
I'll deliver her from this malady!
She'll dance again!
And I'll never forget when we first were courting
And she faced me, and her eyes were gleaming
In the moonlight, and she spoke so sweetly...

Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me.


Magtok worked endlessly, mixing compounds and devising formulas. Each was tested and given to his wife. With ever new possible cure, Magtok's eye glinted with hope, only to that hope dashed by each subsequent downturn. His other patients began to dwindle as his attention was turned entirely to his wife.

Tuesday the seventeenth of May:

A worrying symptom has reared its head this week.
She's been bedbound for a month,
And now the patient is no longer able to speak
She tries to utter sounds...
But the grip of the illness is strong and the patient is weak...
On the bed, in a cold sweat,
Like a corpse, but she'll live yet!
When I find the cure, I can surely promise
She'll laugh again!
As she did on our wedding day,
When we danced and laughed the world away.
Even now I can hear her say,

Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me.


A month passed as his wife's condition continued to worsen. Magtok began spending more and more time at his wife's side. If he wasn't in his back room working on another cure, he was seated by her side. His complexion was worsening with every passing day. The pale white of his skin spoke of the weeks on end he spent locked indoors. But even in is desperate, shaken and sleep deprived state, he was beginning to hope. He might have found another way. He just needed a little more time...

Sunday the twenty-third of June:

The patient no longer responds to stimuli of any kind.
She's now my only charge.
I clothe her and feed her, and nightly I read by her side
For though she's paralyzed,
I know that inside there must still be a functioning mind.
Neatly laid on the bedsheet,
I can still hear her fading heart-beat.
I'll keep her stable and continue my research.
She'll smile again!
And I must bring her back to me!
In her eyes I can see the gleam!
In my mind I can hear her pleading,

Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me.

Magtok's work turned from medical to mechanical. A seemingly endless supply of cogs and gears and springs and pipes arriving daily. Long into the night he worked, constructing new machines to prolong her existence. To give back mobility. To breath new life into his beloved. He was shunned by the world, but he no longer cared about anything but his love. He knew the day was coming when he would take her by the hand and they would step together into the sunlight. And dance through the streets. He was so close. Almost done his work. Almost finished fixing her.

Tuesday the eighteenth of July:

My latest apparatus is the only thing that's keeping her alive.
I had to stop her heart.
The mechanical replacement will ensure the other organs will survive.
Her body is destroyed.
But what nature has neglected the fruit of modern science shall provide!
And I've broken every code of practice!
But for my love I'd shift the planet's axis!
She'll return to me when she's been repaired.
She'll live again!
And I swear I can see the gleam
In her eyes amidst the new machines,
And at night I can hear her whisper...


Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me. *kzzrt*
You'll save me. *kzzrt*
Don't let me go, my *kzzrt*
Let me go, my darling.
Let me go...

[Silverraptor]

Oooooooo...

Creepy Jacklu, very creepy. Beautifully done by the way.

[RabbitHoleLost]

The Doctor's Wife
Starring: Magtok, Happy Turtle
Based on The Doctor's Wife, by The Clockwork Quartet

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Magtok paced his small private office. He was distressed and tired. He sat at his desk and opened his medical journal and began to write.

Monday the twenty-sixth of March:

The patient's passing seizures are becoming more pronounced by the day.
The underlying cause
Seems to be some slow progressive decay.
If I don't find a cure,
I fear my patient must surely fade away...
But I swear.
I'll apply my science
To the cause,
Brooking no defiance,
I'll deliver her from this malady!
She'll dance again!
And I'll never forget when we first were courting
And she faced me, and her eyes were gleaming
In the moonlight, and she spoke so sweetly...

Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me.


Magtok worked endlessly, mixing compounds and devising formulas. Each was tested and given to his wife. With ever new possible cure, Magtok's eye glinted with hope, only to that hope dashed by each subsequent downturn. His other patients began to dwindle as his attention was turned entirely to his wife.

Tuesday the seventeenth of May:

A worrying symptom has reared its head this week.
She's been bedbound for a month,
And now the patient is no longer able to speak
She tries to utter sounds...
But the grip of the illness is strong and the patient is weak...
On the bed, in a cold sweat,
Like a corpse, but she'll live yet!
When I find the cure, I can surely promise
She'll laugh again!
As she did on our wedding day,
When we danced and laughed the world away.
Even now I can hear her say,

Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me.


A month passed as his wife's condition continued to worsen. Magtok began spending more and more time at his wife's side. If he wasn't in his back room working on another cure, he was seated by her side. His complexion was worsening with every passing day. The pale white of his skin spoke of the weeks on end he spent locked indoors. But even in is desperate, shaken and sleep deprived state, he was beginning to hope. He might have found another way. He just needed a little more time...

Sunday the twenty-third of June:

The patient no longer responds to stimuli of any kind.
She's now my only charge.
I clothe her and feed her, and nightly I read by her side
For though she's paralyzed,
I know that inside there must still be a functioning mind.
Neatly laid on the bedsheet,
I can still hear her fading heart-beat.
I'll keep her stable and continue my research.
She'll smile again!
And I must bring her back to me!
In her eyes I can see the gleam!
In my mind I can hear her pleading,

Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me.

Magtok's work turned from medical to mechanical. A seemingly endless supply of cogs and gears and springs and pipes arriving daily. Long into the night he worked, constructing new machines to prolong her existence. To give back mobility. To breath new life into his beloved. He was shunned by the world, but he no longer cared about anything but his love. He knew the day was coming when he would take her by the hand and they would step together into the sunlight. And dance through the streets. He was so close. Almost done his work. Almost finished fixing her.

Tuesday the eighteenth of July:

My latest apparatus is the only thing that's keeping her alive.
I had to stop her heart.
The mechanical replacement will ensure the other organs will survive.
Her body is destroyed.
But what nature has neglected the fruit of modern science shall provide!
And I've broken every code of practice!
But for my love I'd shift the planet's axis!
She'll return to me when she's been repaired.
She'll live again!
And I swear I can see the gleam
In her eyes amidst the new machines,
And at night I can hear her whisper...


Don't let me go, my darling.
Hold me safely 'til the morning.
Promise, when the lights are fading,
You'll save me. *kzzrt*
You'll save me. *kzzrt*
Don't let me go, my *kzzrt*
Let me go, my darling.
Let me go...

I totally love the Clockwork Quartet.
Just sayin'.

[DrakebloodIV]

Hello shippers ITP. I just joined the permissions paige and I was wondering if there is any way to request ships...

[RabbitHoleLost]

Hello shippers ITP. I just joined the permissions paige and I was wondering if there is any way to request ships...

Of course you could request ships...
However, whether anyone is likely to answer them is up in the air.
We're not what we used to be, unfortunately.

[Reinholdt]

Nice Jacklu. But now you gotta do the other song too.

I totally love the Clockwork Quartet.
Just sayin'.

That's cause they're the best group ever.
>>
<<

Hides from Rabbit.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Nice Jacklu. But now you gotta do the other song too.


That's cause they're the best group ever.
>>
<<

Hides from Rabbit.

THAT'S BECAUSE I INTRODUCED THEM TO YOU BACK IN LIKE JUNE.

[Reinholdt]

THAT'S BECAUSE I INTRODUCED THEM TO YOU BACK IN LIKE JUNE.

Actually it's more because they're the only group I listen to.
And the miser made me work for every penny of my wage.

[Jacklu]

Nice Jacklu. But now you gotta do the other song too.

I'm already working on the other one right now. ^_^ I am shipping my FFRP character Elizabeth Kale with Magtok. =P

Also, the sooner somebody else posts after me, the sooner I can post a new one without double posting.

[Silverraptor]

I'm already working on the other one right now. ^_^ I am shipping my FFRP character Elizabeth Kale with Magtok. =P

Also, the sooner somebody else posts after me, the sooner I can post a new one without double posting.

Then allow me the honor of doing just that.

[Thanatos 51-50]

Heroes, Villians and Vigilanties, Incorporated: Part Three
Wherein the author finishes setting the setting. And he promises the absolute last self-referential sub-title. And he also apologises for the tardiness of this ship. And he segways into an author fillibuster. And states that cheese is delicious. And thinks about how ever so slightly hungry he is. And promptly spends the next thirty minuetes typing and sentances he then erases because it got past ridiculous and was no longer funny. And now to the ship, itself:

Featuring:
Jesse Drake
Loopy
Thanatos
Silver Raptor

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Jesse had no idea why he followed Loopy, but remebers an inhuman scream of rage coming from behind the truck where Thanatos took cover. He remebers drifting - not exactly sure why, into the path of the gunslinger's bullets, blocking them from reaching the guitarist-clown known as Loopy. He remembers simply hovering after the man, following the tunes his guitar plucked out. He remembers a quick chord and then...
The scene shifted, and they stood in front of a squat, grey, and miserable apartment building. By the time Jesse had snapped to his senses, he felt a heavy, but soft parcel strike him in the chest with alarming shorts.
"...And for God's sake, get out of that ridiculous spandex!"
Apparantly, Loopy had just finished telling him something, persumably it was something relativly important. The clown lead him up a flight of stairs and unlocked door number two-seven-three.
There must have been significant magicks somewhere in the operation, because as they crossed the threshold, then scene changed from a dismal, if tidy single bed apartment to appear as the foyer to a mansion, with numerous children running through the lobby. Loopy didn't balk and continued right up the cetre of the grand staircase, and into the opulent doors at the top - which lead into a richly-furnished conferance room.
Later, Jesse would reminiscie that it smelled wonderful, but in fact, it smelled anything but. The scent of old coffee and snakescales and dog and cat, and various manners of "Unpleasent, though not nessecarily offensive" scents lingered in the air alongside their sources.
People. Reptiles. Lycanthropes.
Loopy made his way to the left of the head chair - which was empty - and sat down.
"Jesse Drake." he Proclaimed. "Welcome to the Real Thing."
A silvery-coloured bird screeched from the head of his chair, which sounde doddly like a screech of approval.
"Silver Raptor - Human form to greet the newbie!" Loopy snapped and the bird shifted into a man wearing a set of dingy coveralls and a miner's hat, frowning all the while.
"Here is the Deal, Jesse Drake." Loopy said, casting eyes over all the various people assembled. "We are well aware that we are not well known, and this is completely fine by us - but you need to be aware of one, solid fact. We are villians, but we do it right. HVV, INC. is a problem - and we want you to know. Preferably, we'll have you help us fix it.
We cannot abide an organisation such as Heroes, Villians and Vigilantes, Incorporated which besmirhces the good name of Villian and commits its sins for Fun and Profit. There are real civilians that die out there in their battles. Real, crippling infrastructure damage, and they stand there all the while, smiling into the cameras and being seen as Superheroes and Supervillians, selling erchandise of them selves. They do it to gain filthy lucre.
And to be frank, we're disgusted - as you should be, too, 'Hero'.
we're not the Good Guys, but at least we're honest."
The guitarist-clown flashed a psycho smile again.
"Now that you know the rest of the story..." he reached around his back for the guitar slung there and plucked out a quick chord.
"Silver Raptor - surveilance."
Details faded from Jesse Drake's mind, the building, the room number, face she saw, the only ones that he held on to - through effort or will of his own, was Loopy's and Raptor's.
He forgot the children in the foyer, he only remebered one thing by the time he awoke, feeling groggy, in the HVV, Incorporated infirimiry, where he was moved after he suddenly appeared in the lobby.
HVV, Inc had to be stopped."

In the next 'thrilling' installment - Will Thanatos move the plot forward? What will everyone think of Jesse's sudden reappearance? Just how strong are Loopy's Powers, anyway? Will Silver Raptor be watching Jesse from afar? How dangerous is a guy who shapeshifts into a friggin' hawk, anyway? Who cares? Who will appear next? Is the actual creepy 'Ship' part of this 'ship' going to appear soon?

[loopy]

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Jesse had no idea why he followed Loopy, but remebers an inhuman scream of rage coming from behind the truck where Thanatos took cover. He remebers drifting - not exactly sure why, into the path of the gunslinger's bullets, blocking them from reaching the guitarist-clown known as Loopy. He remembers simply hovering after the man, following the tunes his guitar plucked out. He remembers a quick chord and then...
The scene shifted, and they stood in front of a squat, grey, and miserable apartment building. By the time Jesse had snapped to his senses, he felt a heavy, but soft parcel strike him in the chest with alarming shorts.
"...And for God's sake, get out of that ridiculous spandex!"
Apparantly, Loopy had just finished telling him something, persumably it was something relativly important. The clown lead him up a flight of stairs and unlocked door number two-seven-three.
There must have been significant magicks somewhere in the operation, because as they crossed the threshold, then scene changed from a dismal, if tidy single bed apartment to appear as the foyer to a mansion, with numerous children running through the lobby. Loopy didn't balk and continued right up the cetre of the grand staircase, and into the opulent doors at the top - which lead into a richly-furnished conferance room.
Later, Jesse would reminiscie that it smelled wonderful, but in fact, it smelled anything but. The scent of old coffee and snakescales and dog and cat, and various manners of "Unpleasent, though not nessecarily offensive" scents lingered in the air alongside their sources.
People. Reptiles. Lycanthropes.
Loopy made his way to the left of the head chair - which was empty - and sat down.
"Jesse Drake." he Proclaimed. "Welcome to the Real Thing."
A silvery-coloured bird screeched from the head of his chair, which sounde doddly like a screech of approval.
"Silver Raptor - Human form to greet the newbie!" Loopy snapped and the bird shifted into a man wearing a set of dingy coveralls and a miner's hat, frowning all the while.
"Here is the Deal, Jesse Drake." Loopy said, casting eyes over all the various people assembled. "We are well aware that we are not well known, and this is completely fine by us - but you need to be aware of one, solid fact. We are villians, but we do it right. HVV, INC. is a problem - and we want you to know. Preferably, we'll have you help us fix it.
We cannot abide an organisation such as Heroes, Villians and Vigilantes, Incorporated which besmirhces the good name of Villian and commits its sins for Fun and Profit. There are real civilians that die out there in their battles. Real, crippling infrastructure damage, and they stand there all the while, smiling into the cameras and being seen as Superheroes and Supervillians, selling erchandise of them selves. They do it to gain filthy lucre.
And to be frank, we're disgusted - as you should be, too, 'Hero'.
we're not the Good Guys, but at least we're honest."
The guitarist-clown flashed a psycho smile again.
"Now that you know the rest of the story..." he reached around his back for the guitar slung there and plucked out a quick chord.
"Silver Raptor - surveilance."
Details faded from Jesse Drake's mind, the building, the room number, face she saw, the only ones that he held on to - through effort or will of his own, was Loopy's and Raptor's.
He forgot the children in the foyer, he only remebered one thing by the time he awoke, feeling groggy, in the HVV, Incorporated infirimiry, where he was moved after he suddenly appeared in the lobby.
HVV, Inc had to be stopped."

Further proof that a loopy with Charm Person is an evil loopy indeed.

[Silverraptor]

I take it I'm a raptor as in "bird of prey". Other then that, pretty cool.

[RabbitHoleLost]

I take it I'm a raptor as in "bird of prey". Other then that, pretty cool.

It makes more sense in the terms of a "realistic" hero story.
Am interested, Than. You'd better write more before November.

[Jesse Drake]

Heroes, Villians and Vigilanties, Incorporated: Part Three

Now I get to join the cool kids.

[Thanatos 51-50]

I take it I'm a raptor as in "bird of prey". Other then that, pretty cool.

You may have noticed the following: The Head of the table was not present. The guy with the magickal, mind-controlling guitar and obvious leader qualities sat on the left, not on the right, where such persons usually sit. (Also - the right-hand wa not present, either.)
Why would you just show off your (Underwhelming, if all you do is turn into an eeeeeeevil bird) power for lulz?
More Rabbit in the next Installment!
(Also: Grim Ranger)

[Dirk Kris]

Progress RHL/Dirk

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It had started friendly enough. Some ribbing, teasing, snarky comments posted in chat. And then one late night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, they had stayed up and just talked. Honestly. To get to know each other. Rabbit had laughed while Dirk had shared some of his less-than-heroic antics. Dirk listened as Rabbit broke down and told him her fears. He could almost see her peeking around the empty apartment to make sure no one was listening, and a smile touched his lips. Of course, she didn’t know that.

Their flirting went to a new level after that, starting with Rabbit calling him Dirky and him calling her Bitsy, his own variation of her moniker. It was more open, and people started to talk. Rabbit was married, Dirk seeing someone – people wondered that their significant others didn’t get upset about some of the comments. And they did, at least on Dirk’s end. If Rabbit’s husband ever said anything, she never told him. But Dirk did notice that her tone changed sometimes, abruptly, and assumed that meant he was home. Oppressive jerk – Rabbit’s whole demeanor changed when he was around. Dirk sometimes wondered if the bastard beat her.

They got into a fight over something silly, a comment taken the wrong way. They didn’t speak for a week. It drove Dirk crazy. He avoided the phone, avoided the site, avoided anything that reminded him of her. Which was everything, of course. Because by then, Dirk knew the truth. He loved this beautiful, mysterious, bi-polar girl from the internet. She was quirky, witty, and tried so hard to be cold. But underneath it all, he saw her – really SAW her – saw what she needed. He said he was sorry, she mumbled something similar, life went on.

Another late night, he was tired. He kissed his girlfriend goodnight and sent her home, much to her disappointment. He signed online – Rabbit was there, chatting away with everyone. He smiled and began typing. A private message popped up. I love you – there, I said it! And then the window closed. Dirk sat still, stunned, hands frozen in place over the keys. And then he signed off.

The next day, he called her. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Did that really happen last night, or was I hallucinating?”
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“…I…”
“What do you think happened?”
“I…I thought you said you…you…”
“That I love you? I do. You’re right.”
“Wait, what?”
“It’s all wrong and silly and impossible, but I love you.”
“I…I love you too.”
“I know. I just wanted…crap, he’s home. I gotta go.”
And she hung up before Dirk could recover, before he could say anything witty, or anything at all, really.

It was several days before Rabbit was back. She wasn’t online, she didn’t call, and Dirk started to worry. Finally, he got an email. Sorry I’ve been gone. Been…dealing with things. Don’t call me, please. I want you to, it’s just too risky. And I meant what I said, but I don’t think I’ll be around much anymore. He thinks it takes up too much of my time. Sorry. See ya when I can. Dirk died a little inside, convinced his worst fears were true. The jerk had hurt Rabbit – and it was his fault.

Dirk got the address she had given him a few months before, pulled up some directions, and put in for 4 days leave. He got into his car and drove, all the way down to where she was. He found the address, didn’t see the car she had described…and then she drove past him. Her windows were down, hair blowing wildly in the breeze. She pulled in, parked, stepped out. Her hair was a mess, and she squinted as she pulled off her sunglasses and tossed them into the passenger seat.

“Bitsy.”Rabbit gave a startled yelp and turned quickly, her eyes widening as she saw him.
“Dir-Dirky?”
He nodded, smiling, as he stepped forward to hug her.
But Rabbit pushed him away, both her hands pressing against his chest.
“You idiot – what were you thinking?! Coming here? Where my neighbors could see? Do you know what he’d do to me if he heard about this?!”
And just about then, Dirk noticed the bruising on her arms, fading…and then she pulled her sleeve lower to cover it.
“You’ve gotta get outta here, Dirk. Now.”
“But I was worried. I know you aren’t happy. I…I came to help.”
“Well, you’re not. You’re making it worse.”
Dirk looked like he had been slapped.
“But…but I love you. I don’t understand.”
Rabbit hissed. “Get the hell out of here. Now.”

Dirk took a step back, then another, then turned and went to his car. Rabbit’s head whipped back and forth as she looked to see if any of her neighbors were outside or watching through their windows.

Dirk didn’t even look back. He started his car and began the long drive back home. It was long dark by the time he arrived. He pulled into his driveway and sat there for almost an hour. Then went inside and slumped into his favorite chair. Didn’t even bother turning on the lights, he just sat in the darkness. Finally he got up, realizing he hadn’t eaten in almost 24 hours. He had planned on taking her to dinner. He stepped over to the fridge and pushed aside the pomegranates and tea he had bought for her – he couldn’t stand that stuff. He found a cold beer in the back and chugged it.

It was several weeks before his phone rang and he found Rabbit on the other end.
"Hello?"
“I…hey. I haven’t seen you.”
“I closed my account.”
“Why?”
“Take a wild guess. I don’t have time for that in my life anymore.”
“Well, what’s going on?”
“I proposed.”
“You WHAT?! She doesn’t even make you happy!”
“Nope, but she doesn’t make me miserable, either.”
A heavy silence hung between them at that.
“Besides, I got news. I’m gonna be deployed at the end of the year. For 6 months, at least. Figured I’d make sure she was taken care of in case anything happened to me.”
“Damn, Dirky, I…”
“Look, Bitsy, you know how I feel. I told you once, and I saw how little it meant to you. I wish you the best – I really do. But until you get your stuff worked out and get your life in order, I can’t be around. I’m sorry, but it was driving me nuts. The thing that sealed it for me…you always said you just wanted a way out. I offered you one, and you decided you’d rather stay with that abusive bastard than leave. That told me all I needed to know. You WANT to be hurt, to be scared. Well, when that changes…what the hell am I saying? It’ll never change. Best of luck, Rabbs. Be safe. And be happy.”
He hung up the phone, waited to see if it would ring. It didn’t. And so he walked away.

Meh, it's something. Felt I had been remiss.

[Reinholdt]

...
I was hoping for an actual happy ship-ship.
...
*sobs*

[Dirk Kris]

Happy Ship for Reinholdt Reinholdt/Brandi

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"SQUEEEE! OHMIGAWD, aren't you the cutest thing EVER?!" The pretty brunette girl squealing with delight ran up and hugged a very surprised, very shy catboy. Little did she know how lucky she was not to be shot on the spot.

"Um, what - ack! LEMME GO!" Reinholdt found himself restrained, arms pinned. He struggled to get away.

"Awwww." She pouted cutely, arms folding over her chest once she releases him. "But I just wanted to love on you and take you home with me."

Reinholdt smoothed his ruffled fur, glaring at the girl. "And what on EARTH makes you think that I would want to go home with you?"

The girl, smirking, reaches into her purse and pulls something out. It's a tupperware container with a baggie inside, then another container and another baggie. The catboy's tail twitches with curiosity - he can't help it. Brandi works, completing the process of opening her prize.

Finally she holds up a dark green leaf, twirling the stem between her fingertips. And before she even says what it is...the smell hits Reinholdt. He starts to salivate, his pupils dilating. "Because I have catnip. And a tree full of it at home. And because I'll love you and snuggle you and pet you and give you treats."

The catboy pounces as Brandi drops the leaf, sending it fluttering down to the floor. He doesn't even notice as she slips a collar and leash onto him. "Mmmmmm, you had me at catnip."