Roleplex IC: Your Average Street Fight

Taiyo's eyed widened as he saw that she was defending herself with yet more ice. This had ruined his initial plan. It was time to improvise. He leaned back, for starters, but it didn't stop the wave of ice. Two fragments collided with his leather armor and shattered, and another skimmed his mask, making a small tear on the edge of his hood. His hood came off, revealing his black hair, but his mask stayed in place. Yet another ice chunk collided with the sword that was protecting his neck. It surely would have killed him had his sword not been there.

However, one ice chunk hit him square in the stomach. Taiyo keeled over in pain, but was still moving on the ice. He narrowed his eyes in rage, though he knew that the shadow woman couldn't see it. He slid very close to her (He has lost much of his momentum, but was still sliding fairly fast) and swung both of his swords towards her abdomen, hoping that he could hit her in a vital area, However, if done right, Veriska could dodge them.

Darkel let out a horrid hiss. His long forked tongue even began to stick out. "Another? Ugh... Very well" he said. He then barked to the walls. "You two! Come with me!" The walls opene up. Two massive creatures made of metal an some form of shadowy material and deathly metallic mechanisms crawled forth and began to flank the president. They'd guard him at all costs. There was a long walk since the creatures wouldn't fit in the elevators. Then they approached and came out into the alley.

"Yes, I agree with Vipera" Shade's voice cooed in. He stepped from begin his guards, his black cloak seemed like it was made of clouds, swinging around as though it really were. He interlaced his claws. "Just because you are in charge of a section if my military doesn't mean you can constantly defy my security systems. I have a strict no-teleportation field over that building. It doesn't exactly seem fair to the rest of the population who try to find me all the time."

Darkel said this with a dark maner, but everything he said seemed dark and creepy. He just ha the soothing, soft voice that made it that way. The type of voice that runs like black silk. His scarlet eyes coupled with his snowy skin only made things more eerie.

Halfthere nodded "that would explain why I was almost murdered" he said. A look of shock filled Celo's face
Halfthere quickly raised his hands "oh it's ok I got away in time.....of course I also almost died in the process"he added as a aside.and if the crime is like that daytime I a look of horror appeared on his face(unknown to anyone else of course) "so Celo do you know of any place to live? apartment?,motel?Large sturdy box? perhaps?"


hidden underneath the sewer gate a few feet from where HalfThere stood a small creature
It had a long thin black body,and even longer thin black arms,Its Large pale grinning head seemed much to large for it's frail body two large yellow canines jutted out of his lower jaw he licked them nervously. He was B3TT3R TH4N 4LL n00bz a small troll sent into the city. He was tying a crisp twenty dollar bill to a long thin string attached to a fishing pole He quickly checked a small book in his hands to see if he was doing this particular trick right. He grinned as he began to set his play in motion.

"T1M3 t0 h4v3 s0m3 fun" he whispered and he cast out the dollar onto the street.

A man casually strolled by and saw a dollar lying on the ground.He reached down to get it but the wind seemed to blow it away from him he walked near and tried to snatch it up again.Yet the dollar seemed to fly out of his reach.The man was getting frustrated so he ran after the retreating dollar until finally it stopped near a sewer gate he was going to get this dollar now matter what he lunged at it and the dollar disappeared into the sewer gate. The man fell down in a puddle of mud conveniently placed near the sewer gate. He thought he noticed movement in there he got angry.

"YOU F****N A**HOLE COME OUT HERE SO I CAN BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF YOU!"


B3tt3r grinned he could feel the man's rage it invigorated him made him stronger.
his body began to grow bigger and it stopped at about 3 feet.
He looked at the man glaring at him through the sewer gate and flipped him off.
then scurried into the sewers to find a new location,

Celo's eyes widened in shock when HalfThere claimed someone had already tried to kill him. Crime was that bad? She just worried about murders for Darkel's side of the picture, and maybe some people trying to steal stuf for everyone else. Not almost mudering a pedestrian. What if the crimes only became more frequent and worse? It already seemed to be happening.

She was spaced out with the thought and so it took her a moment to realize HalfThere had asked her a question. "Huh? Oh- uh, yeah. There are several hotels I think- Roleplex is a large city, after all."

Celo jumped a bit when she heard a man cursing at... A drainage pipe? She just either that the man watched his mouth a bit. She always did when people cursed, but she hardly ever asked out loud for someone to stop. She sighed. It seemed like a troll had caused mischief once again.

This might sound really crazy, but Celo actually enjoyed getting targeted by trolls. She enjoyed it because their reactions to her was funny. They would tell her something- she would take the kindness approach and patiently ask them to stop. If that didn't work... Celo had a few tricks up her sleeve. Wait- she's getting distracted from the current conversation!

Celo directed her attention back at HalfThere. "Anyways, I'm sorry you haven't had a good firt impression of this place. I wish I could help more, but the most I have is a sketchbook," she laughed a bit.

Taiyo simply grunted when the shadow woman "died." He was completely unsatisfied; he felt her pull the swords into her abdomen. Unless she was suicidal -- and he suspected that she wasn't -- she was probably still alive. He sighed as he noticed the throbbing pain in his stomach. It was going to leave a mark. A few seconds later, he reached up and put his hood back on. he grabbed his swords, and placed them in their sheaths. He walked with a slight limp out of the ally, and into the gaze of curious onlookers. Had he been a bit more impulsive, he would have rudely told them to back off.

He limped down the sidewalk, looking around, searching for a place to stay for at least the rest of the evening. Briefly, he wondered what became of that citizen. Did he survive? He unintentionally passed close to Celo and Halfthere, but he couldn't be seen easily, in the midst of the crowds, unless someone was looking for him.

HalfThere smiled it was always nice when he met someone kind.Then he abruptly turned his head towards a man swearing at some sort of sewer grate. either the man had just dropped his phone or he had just been trolled.HalfThere sighed at the man's reaction he was doing the one thing trolls fed on responsive anger. HalfThere fought trolls with the sheer power of indifference,ignoring them thus depriving them of their food source,causing them in the end to rage quit and leave very sad trolls.

"Odd I thought Roleplex was a troll free land" but he then looked towards Celo
"Thank you so much .Its not often that you get help and concern from other people in large forums such as these"Usually you just get rude advice and virus links"

"It's been a pleasure meeting you Celo and  I'd like to stick around and chat some more but as you said crime rate isn't that great and I don't want to be stuck on theses streets when night falls."

"Have a nice day" he said as he walked towards the nearest hotel called the Four and a Half Bars(which was about a block away).
He entered the sliding glass doors and approached the front desk."One room please preferably on one of the upper levels"the man at the desk nodded "Ok that should be fine but we shall need pay up front for the first night.

HalfThere reached into his hoodie pocket and brought out a stack of blue and green bills."I hope you don't mind if I pay in Spore bucks its all I have at the moment".

The man at the desk nodded it was quite common for newcomers to pay with sporebucks after all it was the currency of the Spourm. HalfThere leafed through the money and took out three fifties and handed them to the man.
"Ok sir you're all set your room number is 420 and one more thing we need your name for you to enter the room mister.."

"Jawlo-"HalfThere began to say then he corrected himself"HalfThere my name is Halfthere".
The man then typed the info into the computer and then handed HalfThere his room key.

B3TT3R had enjoyed his feast on rage but he crave more anger his large bloodshot eyes peaked out of a storm drain.He scanned the streets for any sign of weak and easy prey he noticed a young girl holding a sketch book in her arms apparently alone.She looked perfect to mess with,so he leafed through his tiny little book trying to come up with a proper technique to properly troll her.

Celo smiled as HalfThere said bye. "Okay- I hope we meet again!" She waved happily. Nothing like a quick chat to lighten the mood. The tonight's of the morning were just a bitter memory, now- something she could hopefully keep pushed to the bac of her mind for the time being. Oy, the day had been nuts. She could visit deviantArt sometime to relax ((still don't know what dA is XD)).

Yawning, Celo looked around the area, her eyes widening at a thought. Frog- she might not meet Half again, now! It's so hard to meet people twice in cities, at times. She should have asked for his number or something. Oh well. Celo continued walking down the sidewalk, feeling like her normal happy self.

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Toby Dawson
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"Dude, that was sick!"

A random roleplexian gave Toby a high-five as he began to leave the skate park. He had a rare successful run on his Blind 7-ply skateboard. Of course, success wasn't rare. It just appeared half the time- but to have one success after another? For Toby it was rare. Normally it was either an epic win or epic fail. Every one of the tricks he attempted- from a wooly mammoth to the good ol' 360- was a success. Success... Oh, man, the round had just left him in a great mood. He was always in a good mood, though- a good Narcissistic mood.

"Thanks man," Toby grinned at the roleplexian and accepted the high-five. He grabbed his bideo camera that had recorded everything off a bench to the side, shoving it in his black backpack. He couldn't help but add in at the end of his sentence, "it was easy, though."

Toby wore a green shirt with "Tobuscus" written across the center. Over his shirt he wore his usual black jacket. Along with it Toby wore some faded jeans that had a hole worn through the right knee and some sneakers. Toby also wore his usual grey beanie that had a red stripe along the bottom and his fingerless gloves.

He left the skatepark on his skateboard, backpack slung over his shoulder, not daring to try any tricks lest his successful record be broken. At least that's what he planned at first. As he got farther into the neighborhoods of Roleplex, more people were more likely to see him. More people... There to see him do an epic win! But what if he failed? Toby continued forward, deep in thought. Maybe he could do just a little flip of the skateboar-

"OOF!"

He shouldn't have tried that. Toby landed flat on his face, practically kissing the ground. It was a fail. There goes his record.

Toby scrambled up to his feet and dusted himself off. He was "A-OK." Toby was notorious for surviving faceplants. He looked around frantically. He was in a small neighborhood... Hopefully no one saw him. Oh well... If they did he was noticed just now! Maybe it will end up on a video back home.

Prussian stood on the second-floor balcony of Vipera's mansion. He really did not know what to do. So, he started to entertain himself. He imagined two puppies playing in the lawn below. Suddenly, two puppies flickered to life, doing exactly as Prussian imagined. This was no coincidence; Prussian was a master of illusion. Or, rather, getting better at it. The dog's movements looked at least a bit robotic, and the trained eye would be able to figure out that it was fake. The sounds they made, though, sounded as real as ever. This was because Prussian knew what a puppy sounded like, and, as a result, he created puppy sounds. These were much more real than the pups' movements.

He looked up for a split second into the neighborhood, and forgot about the puppies, giving himself a break from the illusions. Because he was not a master, he could not control an illusion for long. Eventually, it would flicker away, but not before causing Prussian massive headaches and, if he kept it up for even longer, migraines. His eyes locked onto what appeared to be a skateboarder. He couldn't be sure, though, as he was around an eight of a mile away. He noticed his pistachio-green shirt.

Must be a fan of Tobuscus, he thought. Again, though, he was just guessing on the color. For all he knew, it could have been a coincidence. Suddenly, the figure tripped. Prussian gave an involuntary smirk as a devious plan formed in his head.

It was time to push himself to his limits.

Using all the strength he could muster, he imagined Tobuscus. Imaginary Tobuscus flickered to life around a corner, so the skateboarder couldn't see him. He had Imaginary Tobuscus walk into view. Next, he imagined Tobuscus giving a shocked face, as if he had seen the skateboarder fall.

"Woah," He imagined fake Tobuscus say. "You alright?" Of course, Prussian couldn't hear his own creation, but he tried his best.

More noticeable were his movements. To the untrained eye, he would have passed for human, but if a person actually studied him, he'd notice that not everything is as it seems.

Toby blinked, rubbing his eyes a bit. Did the fall make him start imagining things? Did it make his illusions go more out of wack than usual? Did his eyes deceive him!? Toby squinted at Tobuscus, who was standing right before him. He felt like he was about to start hyperventilating. No, Toby, play it cool. Don't go fan-boy mode.

"Oh, hey! Toby Turner!"

Toby grinned at, well, Toby. "What's up, man? I saw your live shows back when I lived in YouTube and, dude, they were sick!" Toby smirked, "Of course, I am pretty good at those things, too. And one of the best YouTubers around." People just didn't know that yet. Toby stopped his narcissistic gloating for a moment when he noticed something.

Keep in mind that Toby can do illusions (though he usually fails at it), but he can tell when something is up because of it. Tobuscus seemed to have... Unusual movements. Too artificial, maybe? Toby looked at him with a confused face. "Uh... So I totally liked your suicide rabbits video. Did you already plan on that before the video or did you just, like, notice it?"

It was at this point that Prussian realized that he was going to have a problem. He couldn't hear the responses. After a second of thinking, he came up with a plan.

Fake Tobuscus responded, not necessarily taking in the question. "Y-Yes, look, I think you're hurt. Are you sure you're okay? I know a doctor nearby, if you need one. Are you sure you don't have a concussion?" He planned to lure Toby to Vipera's mansion. He didn't really know why; he just kind of wanted someone to talk to.

Unfortunately, as Prussian realized, he could only imagine Tobuscus as sounding a little sarcastic. Wow, I hope this guy doesn't just give up on him because of my mistake, he thought.