“Predator Race” (Identity Month Roleplay) (Trisell)

INTRODUCTION
The sky opened. A flash of red shot from mid-air: some kind of comet of energy rushing to the surface. It crashed nearby your character, leaving a small crater. As the smoke clears, a figure half-melted to the ground looks over at them. She seems to have some sort of hooded jacket apparel, faceless, with a grey muzzle, a split down the hoodie just above the knees with red legs, and grey skin elsewhere. With red energy pulsing in an out, she calls out through distortion “Hide… me… please.”



WARNING
This roleplay is going to focus on massively powerful entities. Expect that the threat faced will likely be stronger than those thrown against it. It is designed with power in mind. Participate if you are willing to accept the potential of your planet being destroyed as a possible result.



RULES

 * Please watch the foul language


 * You can bring in as powerful of a character as you want but any demonic or angelic (religious in general) entities will be outright ignored depending on the situation.   It isn’t disallowed if you want to bring one in (though it’s requested against), but using hellfire, pulling characters into Hell, eating souls, and so on: that’s not gonna be acknowledged.   I understand that many people put effort into that sort of thing, but I really am not a fan.   If you want to try draining someone’s lifeforce and such, you can do that with CORES, because that’s an established part of the Sonic franchise.


 * Please keep things from getting lewd



PARTICIPANTS


CHARACTERS


PLEASE WRITE THE FOLLOWING WITH YOUR NAME BELOW
“I __________ by signing this promise to respond daily, and believe I can balance this roleplay with other things in my life. I will not abandon it and then move on without speaking with the creator first. I understand that I am expected to see this through and will strive to do so.”



START
Her arms and legs are melted to the ground. She’s shaking.

She had crash landed inside the throne room of a heavily gothic Medieval castle situated on a jagged mountaintop with various skull iconography carved into the sides; as it just so happened the lord of the castle and one of his aides, aka Riven and Rodrick Prince, were playing Xbox at Riven's insistance when the unknown female crashed through the ceiling. Thus shattering the TV and Xbox.

Riven's jaw dropped, staring at the unknown female. ".... What the fuck..!? My Xbox! My TV..!!" It was clear where his priorities were. The figure wasn't particularly able to respond to this at the moment, only partially conscious. Rodrick, on the other hand, just cleared his throat. "Ahem" He gotten up, staring at the female for a bit. "..Someone melted and yet lived though a crash landing..." He sighs, looking to Riven. "Riven, how about you calm down and think about how there is a semi-melted stranger crashing down in your castle of all places. I can find a way to replace the TV and Xbox, and the game."

"It's not just that, I don't have the budget to fix the damn hole in the roof, and to fix the flooring! She better have insurance to cover this damn it! Q~Q" Riven complained, pointing a finger at the female.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"... Right, a Partially Conscious, metled female who crash landed would have insurances to cover any of this damage." Rodrick let out a low sigh, shaking his head a bit before looking at the female. "... Best we get her to a room, shouldn't we?" He glance to Riven.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Fiiine, scoop her into the medical wing or something.." Riven sighed. "I reeeally don't want to deal woth this todayyyy, not after those creepy ass Mariliths started shoutinf about conquering in the name of their infernal gods and some other pointless shit.."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"You mean the crazy followers of some god that have nothing better to do?" Rodrick stretched his bat wings, walking over to the female to see if he could remove her carefully from the ground. Being that her arms and legs were melted. "Mmm... Well, this might be hard..."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Yep, those creepy six armed snake demons.. I'll grab a squeegee from one of the supply closets..." Riven sighed, though Rodrick probably knew that Riven had no fucking clue where the cleaning supplies would be stored.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The girl only slightly turned her faceless head over in Riven's direction. A distorted "please" was heard for a moment.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Riven sighed even harder as he exited the throne room in search of a squeegee.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"... He doesn't really know where it is." Rodrick grumbles, rolling his eyes. "He'll ask one of the maids soon enough." Huffing a bit, he glance down to the girl. "Mmm... Only forms of machines distort..." He tilts his head. "... What or who are you hiding from..." <p class="MsoNoSpacing">She was silent to this for a time, but slowly some sort of distorted noise forced out before the body collapsed for the moment. The melted sections of the arms and legs seemed to disconnect from the rest that was decomposing into a sort of sand. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">True enough, Riven had ended up returning with a maid holding a squeegee; albeit he was just looking for one the maid insisted that she handle it, citing a relevently famous incident involving an arrogant nobleborn 'hero' called Sir Wilheim, this incident ended with the pompous ass of a hero dying because riven accelerated the reproduction of cells in Sir Wilheim's throat, creating a rapidly growing malign cyst that kept expanding until it popped; taking most of his throat with it and leaving a bloody mess onnthe carpets that took weeks to properly clean.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rodrick gave a look to Riven, but looking down at the female's body. "...Well, I can easily move her." He mutters. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">For the moment the body was still solid enough, but wouldn't remain this way. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rodrick grumbles at the 'sand' fact. "Maid" He stood up. "Might need a broom... Possibly..." He grumbles to himself some more. "What a mess, hole in the roof, pieces melted into the floor with it being cracked, a destroyed TV, destroyed Xbox and one game gone." He sighs to himself. "Mm... She still didn't answer my question..."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Then lets get her to a room." Riven sighed as he crouched down and placed a hand on the strange woman, attempting to heal the damage done to her after dismissing the maid since this was hella more important than cleaning up his throne room.. He'll have someone else do that later <p class="MsoNoSpacing">(Just making sure, how is the healing done?) <p class="MsoNoSpacing">(Well, its using mana to accelerate cellular relroduction; of course if the nanites of an Identity act like cells then the same principles could be applied here.)

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">(You know the worst part?  I understood ALL of that the first time... but I somehow missed that he was doing that to the Identity.  All the facepalms on my part.)

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The nanites began multiplying further, creating small masses of black sand about, but the consciousness of the Identity was what seemed threatened at the moment. Only small sparks about the body could be seen.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rodrick watches this silently. "Mmm..." He looks to Riven. "Seem your powers work on something that is like a machine, problem I'm seeing are the small sparks and possibly something else..." He grumbles a bit, He wasn't a tech-savvy person. "...Best we move her when we can, huh?"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Yeah, try to keep her awake though.. I think she's slipping into a Coma." Riven said, rather hurriedly at that.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The sparking began to become more frequent as the melted arms and legs started to give off popping noises. The nanites in them were starting to implode.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Maybe we should, I don't know, Deal with that?" Rodrick spoke clearly without grumbling or muttering as he points at the Melted arms and legs giving popping noises. "I'll just try to keep her awake, of course, but that doesn't sound pretty." He looks at the girl, kneeling down as he snapped his fingers carefully above her head. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">For some seconds there was no response aside from the increasing sparks, some of which were becoming small streams of lining energy. The snapping sound echoed suddenly as the face of the Identity turned to white. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Riven panicked, he honestly had no clue what to do; so he placed his hands on her chest and focused his magic into the stumps, if this was the identity's version of cancer then he should be able to reverse the damage done.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Hopefully that work..." Rodrick mumbles a bit, looking at the face of the Identity. "Keep awake the best you can." His hand didn't move from above her, as if keeping his hand there to snap again if he thinks she would pass out or something. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">The energy began building further. The dead nanites began floating up, igniting and dissolving. The hooded clothing fluttered upward for a moment before the entire body went white, and a scream ripped out with a blast of white into the air. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Riven recoiled in shock, by now some of his othe aides might probably come in to check up on him.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rodrick shield his eyes a bit, but he had made some shifting footing to be infront of Riven as best as he could, having forced to shield his eyes from the blinding white. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">A rippling thoom sounded as the body rose up, a glowing form appearing above the nanite form. Pulses of the screams began cutting out as the spiritual form fused back into the nanites, letting out a large burst outward as the reformed Identity shakily lay bracing her hands to the ground. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Jeeze.. The things I do for strangers.." Riven sighed, trying to act distant.. Or maybe that was because he was really tired today after using his magic to bring her back from the brink of what was assumed to be death.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rodrick looks over at Riven, blinking a bit. "Yeea... That was different..." He looks to the Identity. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">The Identity stood up slowly, glancing between the two. "What happened?" <p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Uuuuh." Rodrick sighs, rubbing the back of his own head. "Look, you kind of just crashed into this very room, suddenly melted to the ground and just all like 'Help me'... Soo, yea, you were dying and the Dark lord, Riven here,-" He points to Riven, "-Saved you." <p class="MsoNoSpacing">She glanced over to Riven.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Riven waved casually.. Not quite what one would expect from someone with the title of dark lord. "Sup." <p class="MsoNoSpacing">"... H- I fe- oh," Her face went white again. Her head lurked forward as one might do when about to vomit. She covered her mouthless face. "The giants..." <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rodrick started thinkinhg. "Is that something or someone you are running from?" He asked. "You said you needed to be hidden or something of the likes." His wolf ears twitched a bit. "But I don't think you and I are thinking the same thing when it comes to the words 'Giants'."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Riven nods.