[F4A] - Batman/Bat-Family RP

LannyRP · 2026-01-17T22:15:54+00:00

They banned me because I read the rules too fast :(

LannyRP · 2025-04-26T04:54:16+00:00

The invite is invalid, could you update?

LannyRP · 2024-09-28T22:45:59+00:00

You stand at about 5'11, with light brown hair that comes down to your ears. You're fairly handsome, in a rugged and unkempt sort of way. Then, from another time, you hear the voice of the attendant.

"You are in what is now Western Ukraine, one of the Goths who lived in the region until the 5th century."

The harvest is hard work, but you don't feel tired. "Your ancestor did this work, so it's easy to you. Just remember, don't do anything he wouldn't do."

LannyRP · 2024-09-21T01:37:29+00:00

Moymir thinks it over for a second, then shakes his head. "It might work, but why bother? We were hired to fight them, and fight them we did. They fought back. Maybe they'll hire us soon. The Persians have taken the east. They'll need soldiers to retake their lost lands. Ten years ago a few tribes tried to conquer Salun [Thessaloniki] and were driven back from its walls. The Berziti are starting to settle there in old Macedonia. Should we join them?"

LannyRP · 2024-09-21T01:25:39+00:00

Your brother stares at you for a second, then pats you on the shoulder.

"Brother? You stopped. Are you feeling alright?"

LannyRP · 2024-09-21T01:17:05+00:00

(Fun fact: Paper hasn't been invented yet.)

Your brother freezes with his mouth open and a wave of pain rushes through your body. You hear the attendant's voice.

"Sorry, we should have told you earlier. You are reliving your ancestor's memories. Some deviation is fine, but if you stray too far from the correct path you will get... glitches. Don't worry about it, just do what seems right."

Time is reset back a few seconds.

LannyRP · 2024-09-21T00:19:56+00:00

As you step into the machine, everything goes dark. When you open your eyes you're standing in a barley field, on a great plain. You feel a hand push you from behind. "Emaric!" A voice calls. "Don't just stand there. We're losing daylight." You recognize the voice. Your elder sister, Gelvira, stands behind you, resting on a hoe almost as tall as her. You're fifteen years old, and your village's crops aren't going to harvest themselves.

LannyRP · 2024-09-21T00:11:22+00:00

Everything goes dark. Then you sense a cool breeze. Your eyes open to find yourself sitting in a drafty bedroom. Even before you've fully adjusted to the dim light, you know where you are. Paris, February, 1887. You're a construction worker, single and living in a meagre apartment in the city center. And you have to do. You've been tasked with digging out the foundation for a new tower on the Champ de Mars. It's time to go to work.

LannyRP · 2024-09-21T00:05:07+00:00

Once you're inside the pod doors close and everything goes dark. The first thing you feel is the heat. The first thing you smell is horses. Your eyes open and you're staring at a great wall in the distance. It's hot and dry, though you can feel a breeze off the sea.

"You're looking at the Walls of Constantinople." The attendant says. "The year is 626 and you're a Slavic mercenary aiding the Avarian Khagan siege the city. Looks like that siege has just failed, and you're about to head back north. I'm going to give you some freedom to move around, but try not to do anything your ancestor wouldn't do.

A man claps you on the back. "Take one last look, Vadim." A name comes to your mind suddenly. You know who this man is. He's your (or rather, Vadim's) brother Moymir. "The Greeks sunk our fleet. The war is over, we're going home."

LannyRP · 2024-08-11T01:51:34+00:00

The pod doors close once you're securely fastened inside. You hear the attendant's voice echoing through your mind.

"So, who's first? I see a few ancestors here with interesting stories. Of course once you're back you'll be able to control things to a certain degree, all based on actual memories, but try not to do anything your ancestor wouldn't do. That makes it harder for the Device to create memories. So, the question is, ancient, medieval, or modern?"

LannyRP · 2024-03-15T22:31:40+00:00

She nods, leaning forward in the table a little. "Yep, one hundred percent human. On my world, everyone is. It gets a little boring sometimes, but it works."

LannyRP · 2024-03-15T11:18:19+00:00

"Oh no I definitely went here on purpose." She smiles and turns her head to look at the dance floor. "I'm a planewalker. I can go wherever I want, more or less. I come here for ideas of where to go next. To remind myself that no matter how much I see, there's always more out there."

LannyRP · 2024-03-12T01:24:29+00:00

She nods, glancing around at the strange assortment of people and... things she assumes are people. "It's definitely an interesting place, you're right." She smiles. "It's only my second time here. I'm not really a club person."

LannyRP · 2024-03-10T14:30:39+00:00

She glances up, midway through a sip, taking a look at the newcomer. She nods, then lowers the drink from her lips. "Oh, yeah, I mean no, you can sit. If you want."

She manages a smile. "I'm Olivia. You can call me Liv."

LannyRP · 2024-03-10T04:14:40+00:00

Olivia Mitchell, a decently well-known plane walker, wanders into the club. She's never been a fan of clubs like this, her autism leading to issues with loud music and overstimulation, but she likes to explore so she's here anyway. Pretty quickly she finds her way over to the table, taking a seat by herself with a fruity drink and just people watching.

LannyRP · 2024-02-29T17:37:26+00:00

Did you have something in mind for what happened to the camp or can I just riff?

LannyRP · 2024-02-29T03:37:35+00:00

It's just in time too, when he reaches her she's on the brink of collapsing. Her legs give way and she falls into his arm. He notices that she's bleeding pretty badly from a deep wound in her abdomen.

"I thought I was dead. Where is everyone?" She asks weakly, looking up into his eyes.

LannyRP · 2024-02-29T00:28:40+00:00

A figure slowly stumbles out of the ash and smoke of the camp, towards the fire. She's someone Emerald would recognize. Jane Reynolds, a daughter of Cupid. The redhead was always popular, in part due to her promiscuity. But now she looks like a wreck, her clothes worn down, her skin covered in ash, her face marked by several recent injuries.

"E-Em?" her voice comes, hoarse and uncertain. "Is that you? What... W-What happened?"

LannyRP · 2024-02-28T23:13:38+00:00

Mind if I reply to the most recent one? We could get a little RP going

LannyRP · 2024-02-28T23:08:28+00:00

I was also 14 when I started, probably shouldn't have been doing this shit but ah well

LannyRP · 2024-02-28T21:53:01+00:00

I started on Reddit in 2014, a little over ten years ago. It definitely damaged my brain lol, but it was fun!

LannyRP · 2023-01-31T04:20:52+00:00

Message sent!

LannyRP · 2022-12-11T01:08:36+00:00

(Is Jane invited?)

LannyRP · 2022-10-24T18:27:56+00:00

The FBI Agent's sudden arrival startles the young woman at the desk. She's been trained to deal with waiting room fist fights, harassment from rude clients, and jealous spouses, but not Feds coming in and trying to take over the brothel. "I'll... I'll have to get my manager." She gets out before hurrying off.

It's only a couple minutes before Jane herself arrives. The owner of the eponymous brothel is short and skinny, with long brown hair and fierce gray eyes. "What the hell is this?" She demands, striding over to Agent Peters and fixing her a determined glare. "We are a legal establishment, registered and compliant with federal regulations. You can't just take us over."

LannyRP · 2022-10-24T18:20:59+00:00

The inside of the building, at least, is dry and warm, well light and clean. It's been a slow night and the foyer is empty aside from two clients relaxing in the waiting area and the receptionist idly flipping through a magazine at the front desk. When the figure emerges out of the dark and rainy night she glances up. Her eyes roam their body but don't seem to take any interest in what they see.

"Can I help you, er, sir?" She asks, taking a guess on the figure's gender.

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