Jump to content

Sylinator

Members
  • Content Count

    87
  • Joined

  • Last visited

About Sylinator

  • Rank
    Advanced Member
  • Birthday 08/22/1995

Profile Information

  • Location
    Alabama
  • Interests
    Superhero comics and movies, Mobile Suit Gundam, etc. (Will fill out in greater detail later)

Recent Profile Visitors

1,268 profile views
  1. http://orokos.com/roll/733561 My roll is done. 16.
  2. Despite Dead Head looking Hypno-Hippie dead in the eyes with his intense glare, she was still rather relaxed. She'd had one or two bad trips before, but she knew that it was pretty easy to lace anything that can be smoked stuff that's actually dangerous, like poisons... or worse. It'd definitely be a good way for one of her... old enemies to get back at her. She was a wanted woman in her hometown. "I'll... keep that in mind." Before she continued, she paused at the mention of a name somewhat familiar to her. "Wait... Baron Samedi?" Like the loa? Sounds like you've got some history with him." Learning that Lucy was a lawyer by trade was certainly exciting to her, as there weren't a lot of undead who weren't superheroes or super villains who were this... open about their condition. Dead Head here aside. At least, not a lot that she knew about. But then again, considering her own ascension from baseline humanity, she figured she wasn't in a position to judge. She then turned to the Revenant, Lucy, and asked "I hope I'm not prying too much... but... do you get a lot harassment from people who are in the know about your... condition? I mean, you're trying to make "unlife" better for some of the people here in this city," She elaborated with a measure of sympathetic concern in her tone. "That's gotta tick somebody out there off." As Sea Devil posed her question, Hypno-Hippie had to admit, it deserved some serious thought. Especially from theologically-minded people like her. So she simply waited silently for an answer.
  3. "I always knew at least a few super beings had some relation to the divine!" Hypno-Hippie beamed, "The folks I belong represent, the Super Freaks... we like to consider ourselves pilgrims trying to explore that relationship. Though it depends on the commune, really. Sometimes it's through smoking whole buttloads of weed, other times its through preaching to the people, others still, it's experimenting with our own powers. There's lots of paths to enlightenment. It's just that... people don't always dig that kinda thing, y'know?" A short pause, "And then there's the squares, who try to stop people from expanding their minds so they can think beyond them," she huffed, "And the crazies who just impose their will on everyone else, making it worse for everyone and tearing things apart." The then sighed, "Anyway, that's enough out of me on that. I shouldn't hog the limelight too much."
  4. Hypno-Hippie knew that the biker zombie having his hand popped off probably wouldn't have harmed him too much, but she was afraid that Sea Devil, as the person in armor called herself, would have done something drastic had she not complied, so she had to humor her. Now that Sea Devil had regained her composure, she could relax as well. When Sea Devil mentioned "the ice man," her curiosity was piqued, and she perked up. Finally she spoke, ""The Ice Man"... you mean Comrade Frost? The city hired him to be one of the guards at the Super Freaks sermon I preached at last May. I consider myself to be something of a woman of faith, after all." She looked downcast again when she mentioned the event again. "It was supposed to be a message of peace. But it... things went bad. One of our own... Eldritch... turned out to be a real square and went against the other Super Freaks' wishes. Tried to take over the city by mind-controlling some of our members and turning them against the people. It was... it was just awful, for everybody. Things got real hairy. Thank all the gods in existence for Comrade Frost and his friends stopping him." She paused after she realized what she just said. Did I seriously just say all of that out loud? Jeez, Lucy, you're stuck in a rut and you gotta get out of it.
  5. Hypno-Hippie held back her feelings slight queasiness when she touched his hand, but even though she was surprised when it popped off, she didn't freak out. Well this is awkward. That was her last though before the armored person began to panic and raise her trident towards the hand. While the armored person's knee-jerking raising her weapon to solve any manner of problems kind of disturbed her, she knew that reacting might makes things worse, and she could tell the person in armor was only trying to help, in her own way. Besides, who knows what she might do if her demands weren't satisfied in the heat of the moment? So she composed herself and placed the hand where Aquaria needed it to be, before turning to the undead biker saying, rather awkwardly, "Um, here's your... hand! I hope it's cool if we try to put it back on your arm!"
  6. Another Lucy, huh? Small world. After the zombie in biker gear made his grand entrance, Hypno-Hippie turned towards the person in strangely-shaped power armor after she had addressed her. "Oh...! Yeah... Lucy here already told me she was. Unless it's supposed to be an illusion of some kind, which I really doubt it is." She placed her hands on her hips as she was just happy everybody was chill at the moment, but she couldn't help but wonder what everybody was doing here, all the way out in Lantern Hill during the evening. "In completely unrelated news, I hope it's cool with you guys if I ask what we're all doing out here. Is this like a secret mission kinda deal, or is this like, a social visit? I mean, I'd offer a place to stay, but I kinda have a secret identity to keep."
  7. So... remind me... since Hypno-Hippie's Charisma is 20, and her build has a (+5) next to it, would that mean that I add 5 to my roll? I'm gonna try to do a Gather Information check if that's okay with you guys. Addendum: Actually, never mind. Carry on.
  8. Although she was admittedly slightly taken aback at how she was with the famous Triakosa in this bizarre photo, but even more so that she was even there at all? Lucy Smith Dawnes wasn't even born yet in 1968! And Triakosa wasn't exactly around herself at the time, apparently just in a different way. Even so, she tried her best to keep an impassive expression as she examined the photo. Finally, after a long pause, she finally said, "...That's... me... and Triakosa... In the same photo! This... this is equal parts rad... and... weird." The possibilities of time travel seemed increasingly likely to her. After all, anything was possible in this modern age of gods and monsters.
  9. Earlier that day Ever since the... incident with Eldritch last May, the Hypno-Hippie's initial belief that the Super Freaks ideology could easily fix all the world's problems was essentially flushed down the toilet. Still, she'd continued to do some heroics, just in a more low-key kind of way. Stopping a mugging here, interfering with an armed robbery there... while posing as Lucy Smith Dawnes, who'd by now gotten used to her job as an assistant art director at the Kirby Museum of Fine Arts. She'd entertained the idea of going out and facing bigger threats, but she did not want to risk damaging the Super Freaks' reputation further. Today, however, was different. While overseeing a new arrival to the museum, she'd overheard from two of the movers about some strange lights coming from Lantern Hill. After months of deliberation, she'd decided she would go to investigate... and continue her mission. She wouldn't be standing on, in hindsight, what essentially amounted to standing on a soapbox preaching to the public. She could instead rebuild her reputation by starting to tackle seemingly smaller paranormal phenomena, then working her way up. Because honestly? It was time. What was the saying? The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step? She felt like an idiot for not thinking of it before. Now After she got off work, she made her way to the graveyard, and at one point, turned to a tight alleyway, albeit one a car like hers could fit through. When she was absolutely sure nobody was looking, she dismissed the "lingering perception aura" around the Hypnobus from appearing as red, to appearing as its true, tie-dye coloration with a graphic of a peace symbol on its side. She parked the Hypnobus in a free parking space nearby the graveyard, and got in the back to change clothes. Once she was done, the door slid out... revealing her in her Hypno-Hippie costume. Deep breaths, Lucy. You can do this. She then proceeded with caution through the graveyard, ever ready to be ambushed by something, until she spotted two figures conversing with each other... and a third one in the distance. Friends or foes? It was too early to tell, but she could at least try the diplomatic approach first. She was never one to fight unless someone else instigated one. She walked towards them rather casually, trying to act natural, throwing up a peace sign... "Peace, friends," She could feel the light had something that felt to her of the divine. She hoped it wasn't the kind of divine that imposed its will on mortal kind without their consent. "I'm personally a big fan of how that one's "lightening up" this place of gloom and doom, so to speak, but I can't lie, it's freaking out some of the cats here who pass by here." She paused. "I sure hope he's not planning on raising an undead army to attack people or anything, 'cause I really ain't down with that, solid?"
  10. Might bring Hypno-Hippie if anyone wants her around. Or would that be unfitting for the theme you had in mind?
  11. After one of the Khanate soldiers rather bafflingly missed the enormous insectoid monstrosity in front of them, Giirok scoffed, or made a clicking noise that was as close to scoffing as possible for his anatomy as he unsheathed his wings to lift his body off the ground, and flew at the soldier that fired at him. He readied his mace as he struck the enemy soldier right in the chest, launching him off his feet and carrying him off the ground for a few moments before ultimately sending him flying right into the wall, knocking him out instantly and leaving a cracked depression in said wall. After the General landed and sheathed his wings, and he began to circle the Khanate soldiers in an attempt to flank them and trap them between himself and his newfound Boran associates and prevent any cowards among the Khanates from escaping. He then readied his mace and axe as he cracked the "knuckles" of his lower arms.
  12. I'm going to have him attack one of the Khanate Soldiers opening fire on the team.
  13. http://orokos.com/roll/704001 I got an 8 on the initiative roll.
  14. Prince? Is that some kind of caste or rank? A cause? A conflict? This bears looking into, if for no other reason than to discover what transpires beyond Churrux. I need answers if I expect to navigate this strange world-collective and survive. Before the giant Andromedan and the Boran escapees could proceed, Giirok straightened and pointed his axe at Vannox as if he were issuing a command to one of the drones under his old command structure, back when he was still in his rightful place, and straightened his posture, striking a pose that would look dignified, disciplined, and undaunted, a pose that looked like it could have been used for a statue glorifying a military commander, if not for the fact that he was a gigantic mutated Andromedan. He then spoke to Vannox in an authoritative tone, "I am *kik* familiar with military campaigns! I have conquered and unified *kik-kik* my entire home world *kik* and brought all its broods under my rule! Tell me what this cause of yours is, *kik* then! Well!? I expect answers!" No need to bring up the exile yet, you old drone. I must convince them of my prowess and make a good impression.
×
×
  • Create New...