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Fandom Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

Renko had been staring out the window for quite a long while now. In fact, he'd been so lost in thoughts that he hadn't noticed the utter shitshow that had been going on around him. Of course, that was until he shifted in his seat and accidentally spilled the mug of steaming hot coffee that he didn't realise had arrived onto his lap.

He grunted in pain as it poured onto his clothes and seeped through his uniform. Though compared to the shit he'd been through the past day such as a helicopter crash, gunfights, getting attacked by mutants, travelling back in time, this was nothing. Huffing in annoyance, he took a look around and finally noticed the rather... odd apparel the other patrons were wearing. He brushed it off, however. That wasn't remotely the strangest thing he'd seen today.

Glancing at the spilled mug of coffee, he considered using the TMD to un-spill the coffee, but decided against it. There were too many people around. Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Once in, he activated the TMD. But before he could, he caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.

Well, he was a mess, that was for sure. His uniform was covered in soot, blood, and dirt, and torn in several places. He looked positively exhausted. Frowning, he glanced downwards, then charged up his TMD and pointed it at himself. An orange beam shot out and covered him. The damage to his clothes suddenly seemed to revert, with the soot and blood disappearing and tears repairing themselves. A second later, his uniform was good as new.

Same couldn't be said for himself, however. He was still as exhausted as ever.

Brushing any remaining dust off himself, he glanced around the filthy bathroom.

( Akibahara Akibahara I require bathroom poetry.)
 
Max sat in the diner, staring out the window, lost in his own thoughts, with a half finished meal in front of him. He thought back to his sudden arrival here in this small American town. He still couldn't explain it as anything less than an act of the divine, his mind simply couldn't come up with any other possible way as to how he got here. He could still remember the battlegrounds of France, which he was fighting on a mere two weeks ago. He still remembered the gunfire, artillery, and screams as if they had just happened moments ago, the melody of death and destruction still fresh on his mind.

Of course, that was more than just a world a way now. He was not only in a different part of the world, but in a different world completely, and even a different time. He felt like a stranger here, he was meant for a different time, a time of bloodshed and war, rather than a time of quiet peacefulness. Several times he got a sinking feeling in his gut. If how he got here was an act of god, then there must be a purpose behind it. By that logic, he knew something must happen, but the young officer had no idea what that would be, and that scared the hell out of him more than any bunker, tank or man could.

His was snapped out of his thoughts by an Emergency broadcast. "Scheiße!" He exclaimed. A storm was coming, and a bad one at that it seemed. And he was all out of money. Getting by was hard when all the currency hadn't been used for about a century, and while he had picked up a few trinkets in France that he was able to sell, that only got him a room and food for so long. He would have to figure something out, and fast, or else he was screwed. He stood up, glancing around at the other patrons. They looked like the oddest bunch he had ever seen in his whole life, even a circus seemed more normal than them. He briefly wondered if perhaps they got here the same way he did.

Before Max could interact with anyone, not that he was sure he really wanted to considering one of the patrons was not only a sentient cup, but also a huge asshole, he noticed a woman was glaring at him, like he had done something wrong. "Verdammt..." He muttered to himself, figuring that this person was looking for a fight, or at least didn't take kindly to his presence here. His time was limited, he couldn't afford to something like that. He walked over to her, hoping to get whatever the problem was dealt with quickly. "Can i help you?" He said in accented English.

Zerulu Zerulu
 
Takeyasu also disturbed by the explosion can't help take a look, just like his brother he witnesses a walking, talking cup the size of a human. Noticing Nagayuki picked up his bag and started walking over to the cup, he followed suit and done the same. As his brother starts conversing with the cup Takeyasu stands to his side, actively trying to look as intimidating as possible, but lets Nagayuki do the talking.


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Max jumped back when Chloe got splattered. Looking on, horrified, she took a second to process what the heck just happened. Out of feeling bad for Chloe, Max held out her right hand and reversed time to before Chloe opened the second bathroom stall. Returning to forwards moving time, Max stepped in front of the second bathroom door. "The guy should be gone by now," she stated. "The stall I used is plenty clean, if you need to use it. Let's get out of here, before we get any more dirty...." Grasping Chloe's clean hand, she turned to pull her friend out of the bathroom.
 
Taking that as his cue to leave and find a reputable source for his painkillers, the doctor swivels on his cane and starts walking away, pushing the money back into his jacket as he sighs, glad he didn't sell out the vibrantly-haired teen for her and her friend's attitudes as he sighs through his nose "People mistake painkillers for gateway drugs now?" he mutters quietly as he walks back to the diner and up the stairs, pausing as he sees the chaos unfolding inside and leaning on the railing again. Goodness, this town sure did have a deceivingly empty appearance, but if this diner was to be the example, this place was wild.

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  • Now standing alongside his brother, the twins look down upon the over-sized cup.
    "I don't want to cause a scene, I'm on my break." He says; glaring down on him.


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The door to the diner opened, and in walked Arcadia's resident Jedi. Though of course, she didn't look like one anymore. Indeed, Kinara Kaal looked more like a drifting biker than a Jedi. Her leather coat covered most of her body, yet still kept her curves in tact. She'd just come from another one-night stand with one of her few lovers around town. How she'd managed to make a few friends in her two weeks here since the hyperspace anomaly was beyond her... but hey, it happened. The Emotions and signatures of all the other newcomers that had appeared with her were mixing now.... They were all here in Arcadia or in the outskirts. Interesting. Ordering a quick egg Sandwhich to go, Kinara didn't bother to hang around the Diner, and stretched out her body while she waited for her food, sitting at the counter. She also started to fix her hair, unbraiding a bit of the pony tail and then re-braiding it.

All the while, her Emerald eyes examined everyone who was still in the diner... And they landed on Celeste. Tilting her head she stood, and walked over to the larger woman, pausing nearby.

"Hey there. Mind if I join you?" She asked. LunarDiscord LunarDiscord
 
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    Not in the mood to argue with his brother, Nagayuki sighs and raises his hand to grab the waiters attention.
    "You never care until its too late don't yo-" He is cut off suddenly by the sound of a small explosion.
    Turning around and standing up, he sees the waiter having an argument with the giant cup. Originally he thought that the cup was some kind of display or dummy, but it was actually a living being. Looking to sort out the situation, he picks up his bag from the seat next to him and walks over to the waiter and the cup.

    "Hey. Whatever or whoever you are, shut up or get out. I'm trying to make an order and you're holding up this entire establishment." He says with an expressionless voice, attempting to intimidate the cup.
    "I don't know if there's a human in there or not, but I'm looking for a drink and I'd rather not have to drink you." He adds, hoping to end the argument and grab the attention of the waiter.

Joyce smiled at the two Japanese gentlemen who intervened on her behalf, "Well, I guess chivalry isn't dead. Your order's on the house, hon. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
Master Shake

"Oh ho ho ho, was that a threat? You may not be aware, Juanita, but in America, we don't respond to threats. Now, I'll kindly ask you one last time to get your ass back into that kitchen and get me a GODDAMN BOWL OF GODDAMN FRENCH FRIES!"

There, that oughta put the fear of Jimmy into her, I thought smugly to myself. I tell you, I've only been in the godforsaken diner for three minutes and already these local yokels were irritating me.

"I swear, when I get out of here, I am leaving a horrible review of this place on Yelp. And let me tell you, my prodigious writing has put companies like MICROSOFT out of business! I have Bill gates eating out of the palm of my hand!"

I turned to face the poor fool who dared try to cross me, and I immediately regretted it.

"Holy HELL! Would you look at you! What, did you just come back from your daily trip going door to door to talk about Jehovis?"

I laughed boisterously in his mentally challenged face.

"Listen buddy, I got here first. Which means, I get to place my order first. Now, why don't you have a seat over there with your boyfriend and wait patiently until I get my fries."

Turning back to the waitress, I put on my most charming smile as I got our conversation back on track.

"Now where were we on those french fries?"

Akibahara Akibahara Centurion_ Centurion_

Joyce pulled the trigger attached to her pepper spray, sending bits of red hot fluids flying toward the animate soda cup. Given his size, I'd imagine hitting that irritable asshole square in the eyes wouldn't be an issue, but does he dodge it? Or is he too preoccupied by the two brothers talking to him? "I warned you," Joyce quipped.

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Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

Toshinori accepted Leon’s invitation and sat down, but was soon distracted when the other man – or android rather, who called himself Connor – started to ramble on about interrogations and deviants. The old hero was quite taken aback at how forward he was being about it, but at the same time it was that quality which reminded him of Tenya Iida, one of his young first-year students back at U.A. High.

Toshinori let the other two talk for a moment, merely observing the interaction for a while as he absent-mindedly sipped at his coffee. He took the moment to look the two over. Connor – in his way – was speaking as though he were some sort of law enforcement. Leon himself seemed to be wearing some sort of police uniform. He was fairly comfortable dealing with police. He worked with them for long enough to know how they operated, even here in America.

“Pardon me for interrupting, but you mentioned that you’re from Detroit. You wouldn’t have said that if you were a federal agent, so it seems to me that you’re working a bit out of your jurisdiction,” he began calmly, addressing Connor for the most part. “Now, I’m more than willing to help in any way I can, but I think it would be best for you to recognize the level of authority you have out here. I’m afraid you really don’t have the right to carry out interrogations like this outside of Michigan.”

( doggodaily doggodaily , Aegis Aegis )​
 
The off duty officer started to notice some commotion going on from the inside of the diner, ‘Maybe now I should step in’ She thought to her self, and just like that she walked throgh the door, her temporary Arcadia Bay PD badge in her left hand and her hand hovering over her flock on her belt, “Arcadia Bay police! Get on the floor!” She beckoned to the massive cup, though it might be hard for him to since he is being pepper sprayed. She also examined the situation, it seemed two brothers stepped in to help and the Soldier esq man from before.


(Happy now pee pee brain)

Akibahara Akibahara GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack Centurion_ Centurion_ e_ighth e_ighth Username Username
 
Max jumped back when Chloe got splattered. Looking on, horrified, she took a second to process what the heck just happened. Out of feeling bad for Chloe, Max held out her right hand and reversed time to before Chloe opened the second bathroom stall. Returning to forwards moving time, Max stepped in front of the second bathroom door. "The guy should be gone by now," she stated. "The stall I used is plenty clean, if you need to use it. Let's get out of here, before we get any more dirty...." Grasping Chloe's clean hand, she turned to pull her friend out of the bathroom.

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Within mere seconds, time sped backward. The shit the fat guy threw at Chloe landed back into his hand, before going back into the toilet. The bathroom door Chloe opened was immediately shut, as if nothing occurred.

thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore Noivian Noivian
 
Pandora's eyes shot up to meet the stranger's Well she thought. That was easy.
"Be my guest~"
Her lips parted into a dazzling white smile as she gestured for him to sit. She looked him over trying to get a feel for him as she sipped her strawberry malt that had recently been delivered to her table. Her eyes gave him a once over, then a twice before resting back onto his face. "Nice to meet you. I'm Pandora." She extended you slender hand offering it to him in a gesture of goodwill and greeting. "What brings you to my little corner of 50's heaven?"

(( Stormcloak Stormcloak ))
 
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Celeste felt eyes on herself from somewhere in the diner, but just did what she could to continue looking as casual as a giant of woman could in one of these fairly small booths could. Though, she didn't have to wait long for that person to reveal themselves, looking ahead at the woman who addressed her, taking a moment to look her over before lightly tossing her arms up. "Sure, why the fuck not?" her hand motioned for the seating opposite her, figuring she could find someone in this depressing sack of a town to hang around with while she was stuck here. It was hard to get a read on who or what she was supposed to be, given that she looked like a cross between a biker and some sort of ornate, military officer with all of the capes and metal, but she figured if the woman was toting around an outfit like that she knew how to handle herself, and that was enough for her. "You get stuck in this ditch too?" She asked, putting her arms back up behind her head. (( Storm-Shadow14 Storm-Shadow14 ))
 
“Have you guys heard of Raccoon City?” He hopes to fish information out of them on its current situation as given by the media. Knowing he had turned the conversation in a different direction but it appeared to him that the Well dressed man was now just staring at them.
( Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes doggodaily doggodaily )
 
“OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK?!” Chloe said as literal fucking shit was thrown into her mouth and splattered across her face by some fucking diabetes ridden assohlic bitch that probably—

Oh. Max had reversed time and undone all that. Thank God. “Jesus… you’re a fucking life saver.” Chloe said to Max as she was dragged out of the bathroom by Max, only to find a… giant cup arguing with her mom. Okay, that was the second weirdest thing she’d heard this week. However, the thing was being a dick to her mom, and despite her bitchy demeanor, Chloe still cared about her mom a lot, even if she didn’t show it. So, Chloe stomped over to Master Shake, brought her arms back, and…

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY MOM YOU DIET BITCH!!!” Chloe shouted as she gave him a hefty shove, hopefully hard enough to knock the fucker over, especially considering the fact that her mom just pepper sprayed his ass.

Akibahara Akibahara Noivian Noivian GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack Professor Spacecakes Professor Spacecakes Centurion_ Centurion_ @Diner​
 
Master Shake

When I had turned around to face this lovely whore of a waitress, I found that my eyes were burning with the flames of Hell. While the pain was indeed intense and horribly cruel, my manly nerve endings would not allow such mortal wounds to hurt me.

"JESUS CHRIST, MY EYES! WHAT GOD WOULD ALLOW SUCH PAIN TO HAPPEN TO ME! WHY LORD, WHY!"

When I fell onto my back after being pushed to the ground by some lesbian, I rolled around in pain boredom, my first thought was to find some kind of liquid to splash onto my scalding hot eyes. Getting back onto my feet, I leaped over the counter and blindly felt for the sink. With luck, I found the faucet and gave it a nice pull, letting the soothing cool water pour down over my face.

"Oh, sweet relief. Yes, oh yes, that's it."

When it had gotten to the point that my eyeballs no longer felt like they were going to melt out of my skull, I arose from the sink and stared down the waitress with an icy cold glare.

"If you had wanted me to leave, YOU COULD'VE JUST ASKED!"

With a huff, I waddled out of the diner with my dignity intact.

"But be warned, when I next come back, it'll be to sue the everloving crap out of you! I hope you have plenty of cardboard boxes at home, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO MAKE YOUR NEW HOUSE WITH WHEN I GET ALL YOUR FRIGGIN' MONEY! AND THEN, AFTER I'VE ACQUIRED MY NEWFOUND WEALTH, the first thing I'll do is open my own restaurant, and when you come to me starving and desperate, I might just let you eat out of my trash bins!"

But before I could even leave, some other bimbo with a police badge had told him to get on the floor.

"What, are they letting just anyone be a police officer these days? Well, I thought I had smelt bacon, but I didn't think it would be from this pig!"

I approached the cop, no doubt intimidating her with my tall and intimidating figure.

"Listen, lady, as much as I'm digging the whole sexy cop roleplay, I'm really not in the mood for kinky sex right now. So why don't you scootch out of the way for me, and go play police somewhere else? Because I will NOT be harassed by some authority figure who is clearly abusing their power to assert their illegitimate authority on me!"

Akibahara Akibahara Zerulu Zerulu thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore
 
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Renko had been staring out the window for quite a long while now. In fact, he'd been so lost in thoughts that he hadn't noticed the utter shitshow that had been going on around him. Of course, that was until he shifted in his seat and accidentally spilled the mug of steaming hot coffee that he didn't realise had arrived onto his lap.

He grunted in pain as it poured onto his clothes and seeped through his uniform. Though compared to the shit he'd been through the past day such as a helicopter crash, gunfights, getting attacked by mutants, travelling back in time, this was nothing. Huffing in annoyance, he took a look around and finally noticed the rather... odd apparel the other patrons were wearing. He brushed it off, however. That wasn't remotely the strangest thing he'd seen today.

Glancing at the spilled mug of coffee, he considered using the TMD to un-spill the coffee, but decided against it. There were too many people around. Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Once in, he activated the TMD. But before he could, he caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.

Well, he was a mess, that was for sure. His uniform was covered in soot, blood, and dirt, and torn in several places. He looked positively exhausted. Frowning, he glanced downwards, then charged up his TMD and pointed it at himself. An orange beam shot out and covered him. The damage to his clothes suddenly seemed to revert, with the soot and blood disappearing and tears repairing themselves. A second later, his uniform was good as new.

Same couldn't be said for himself, however. He was still as exhausted as ever.

Brushing any remaining dust off himself, he glanced around the filthy bathroom.

( Akibahara Akibahara I require bathroom poetry.)

You go into the [Men's Restroom].

Like the women's restroom, it's dirty, grimy, and filled with posters promoting various punk bands. There are two bathroom stalls, both are occupied. You could hear deep grunting and, you swear to God, a chorus of men going, "Oh yeah! Nnngh, right there... fuuuuuuck..." Hm. This doesn't seem promising. If you examined [Bathroom Stall #1] closely, the latch wasn't connected to the lock, and it hung slightly ajar. Do you decide to enter it? Y/N?

Other than that, you could see 'Warren Graham is a white knight!' and 'THERE WAS A HOLE HERE. IT'S GONE NOW' tagged in a black felt pen on the center sink mirror.

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A large truck pulls over to the side of a street corner in the quiet town of Arcadia Bay, the truck stands out as it's unlike any of the usual trucks that make their way through the town. On the side of the truck's cargo hold is the image of a girl with ghosts and demons hovering around her. The girl's eyes completely white as she levitates off the ground, a bolt of lighting is shown in the image striking a grave nearby with a decaying hand reaching out from beneath the ground. In text that looks like it had been carved into the truck with a knife, it reads The Terrifying Ashley. The driver of the truck opened his door and stepped to the back of the cargo opening it up. In the back in totally dark except for a small night light was a woman dressed in a black dress. Her long black hair covering her cold dead eyes, as she stood up she let out a deep sigh and walked slowly over to him. She reached a hand out to him and without hesitating the man took her hand and helped her out the back of the truck. Brushing the bangs out of the way of her eyes the girl looked at the driver with teary eyes. "T-thank you very much Zackery, that will be all feel free to look around without me. I'm gonna just grab something to eat if you don't mind." The driver tipped his hat. "Sure thing Lilian, just call if you need me." The driver got back in his truck and drove away Lilian walked towards the diner fanning herself with both hands. Lilian had been in the back of the truck for some time now, despite Zackery telling her it'd be incredibly hot she still did so. Simply because she wanted to get more used to the dark, her teary eyes were due to her fear of the dark. As Lilian entered the diner she continued to wave her hands near her face trying to cool off. She didn't realize she actually just seemed like someone who had been crying. Turning to a rather muscular woman she pointed to the napkins on her table. "Excuse me, do you mind if I bother those?"
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Max halted, releasing Chloe as she charged over to the walking soda cup. Well, if it wasn't one thing, it was another. She could feel her fight or flight response trying to urge her to flee during the tense situation, but she stood, paralyzed as the cup shouted about. Her hand gripped her arm again, ready to rewind if this got dangerous. How many times was she going to have to use her power today? Not that she really minded, but...
 
"Flattery will get you everywhere." She chuckled softly. Her eyes returned to the screen just past his head. She shifted her gaze back to him. "Do you have a name?" She took a long drag of her malt, shifting so that her chin rested on the back of her hand.

( Stormcloak Stormcloak )
 
Renko glanced around the room. God, even the destroyed bathrooms of Katorga-12 were better than this. The stalls were occupied, and... someone was probably either polishing his gun or getting a blowjob in there. Or both. He really didn't want to know. Even a grizzled special forces soldier like him probably wouldn't be prepared for that shit. Other than that was graffiti on the mirror and some message scrawled in a sharpie about there being a hole there.

Yep. This was definitely America. Thank god.

He decided to get the hell out of the bathroom and away from the chorus of moans. Last thing he wanted was getting shot in the face. And not by a bullet, because that would probably be preferable to the unmentionable fluid that rhymed with seamen.

The first thing he saw after exiting the bathroom was a giant cup arguing with a pair of teens and the waitress.

God, this town was filled with weirdos.

He moved back to his booth and gathered his guns.

Akibahara Akibahara
 
Takeyasu being very pleased to see the breathing commotion walk off, he quickly turns to the waitress. "So, about that free order, I'll have 20 pancakes covered in syrup please!" He exclaims with excitement and a cheerful grin on his pale face.


 
PROLOGUE
Connor was listening intently to the man with the large blonde hair, staring forth at him and even nodding afterwards, having a small hint of annoyance on his face. "Look, Deviants lead to multiple homicides and even could cause a CIVIL WAR." Connor said, a genuine tone in his voice as he stared forth at the man. "And..if I don't finish this case, they'll shut me down and throw me out." Connor said, sighing as he looked back up to him. "So please tell me, do you have any information?" He looked at the man desperately, "I just need some help and I'll be on my way, or you two can join me." He finally finished speaking, nodding towards the two as he adjusted his posture, looking between the two once more.

His mind was blazing with questions however. How did he end up here, why was here, what happened with the deviant? These questions were unanswered, but at least he needed to team up with someone. It was too much at one moment, but the android would take it. "I was fighting a deviant myself and I suddenly end up here, do you know what happened?" Connor sighed, putting his hands on the table as he looked between the two. This question was directed to the both of them. He then looked to the officer dressed guy as he asked a question. "I have not heard of a raccoon city before, does that have any links to deviants?"

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