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The man rolled on. "We wish to have science. Not hemalurgy, like the DA. We will use some, but little." The screen showed a man with one spike through his eye. "No, just investiture, plain and simple." The screen flipped to an image of the fight during the Seven Day War, Devaan versus Hellbent. "We have experiments planned. Now we just need more people. More funding." He grinned, light beginning to radiate from the top, where the guild reps were. "And that's where you come in." *** A dark shadow moved into the room. The only feature visible that wasn't just a shadow was it's eye. Deep purple, spiraling in, like some strange portal. Spiraling in... and in... and in... The shadow lunged forward, grabbing the gun. It melted. Heavy chains began to appear, wrapping around Necromancer. Then syringes, from the men, floated towards the shadow. It approached, it's eye still glowing. Every movement was perfectly silent.

A large screen appeared behind him, rolled out from the ceiling. "We of PlasmaCore are interested in investiture, epic powers, and other magic." On screen, a resting image of the PlasmaCore logo and name appeared, like that on the building. "Specifically, two things. Number one, completely unique investiture or magic." The PlasmaCore logo faded, replaced with images of Cthulhu, a mask engraved with aons, and a red Koloss that seemed to glow. "If any among you have unique investiture, something that makes you different, we will make it shine. We want to use that. And we will, make it helpful, make it famous, make it so that you, and your powers are never forgotten. We will immortalize you." The screen went through videos, of massive events within the world. Footage of the Seven Day War, abominations spilling into the squares. Heroes, villians. War. Footage of Max, standing in his armour, blasting rioting out from around him, people going insane. A video, old, of Mace Klasten and Kane. "That is only one thing. We also work with investiture melding, powers colliding. Either two normal powers, in the same body, or even one normal power, we can use you, in all likelihood. Or scientists, investitureless." On screen, videos of Coinshots, Radiants, Feruchemists.

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Ooh, another necromantic corpse!

Ene, seriously? It wasn't even hard to predict.

@Vargo Seldon

Bella watched, still pleased.

The man tapped his foot, waiting.

Bella gestured towards Anne and Mark to follow her, then stepped into the room, grinning at Mike as she passed. Confident. Strong. He's really a good leader. Taking care of this well. She nodded to herself. If I die, he needs to take over. @Sorana @Nohadon

*Sharpens spikes*

The one who had remained silent while one chuckled burst out laughing. It was a cruel laugh. "Unique powers, we need. You? No." *~~~~~* A loud clap, like thunder, reverberated throughout the room, where the partygoers mingled. A second later, the lavender curtains slid apart, revealing a man. Or, rather, a Koloss-blooded. Skin a shade of blue, he was more than seven feet tall, a wide shouldered man, his body rippling with muscles. His clothing resembled that of a roman gladiator, from earth. Chainmail with plates, arms bare, a metal skirt around his legs, sandals. A tattoo of a Nightshade flower adorned his left shoulder, a black dragon wrapping around his right arm. A large scar slashed across his right eye, the eye itself covered in a black patch, fixed into his bone with metal. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MEN AND WOMEN, HUMANS AND NONHUMANS, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?" His voice, already loud, was amplified by the microphone in his hand and the shape of the room, making it so someone would have to be deaf not to hear his words. It had an accent reminiscent of Spanish, but with incredibly clear annunciation, making all his words pop. "Now, my name is Sebrial, I'd like to thank you all for making the time to come out here, whether you're curious about the job, a representative from a guild, or just wanted to come to a party. Any and all of those are welcome, to the grand opening of PLASMACORE!" All but the last word was quieter, but still clear in every part of the room. His expression, though on an intimidating face, was calm, collected. But it seemed also exited, full of anticipation for what was to come. The whole thing was perfect to make people interested. And at the last word, his face lit up. "In a minute, I'm going to tell you about the business, about the jobs we have, and why you are here." The lights in the room dimmed, leaving a spotlight on the man. "So please, get comfortable."

Bellatrix, who was nearby, overheard snippets of that. "Don't threaten him. Or your life will meet a quick end." She shook her head, straightening. "I will need resources. Lists of your manpower, your resources." She nodded. "If we're going to work..." the last word came out sarcastic, mockingly, "Together." @Sorana @Nohadon

The men chuckled, though their faces remained cold and aloof, completely lacking in emotion. "Oh, no. No, no, no." Their voices were in sync. "We have other plans for you." Finally, an emotion peaked into the face of the left one. He spoke on his own. "And no one can hear you scream." ~~~ She turned to him. "The people you will meet with will be here soon. But... be careful. They can be... dangerous." She smiled, and the door opened. It revealed a waiting room, with three red couches and a table, covered in fruits from various planets. @JacobAccurateClaessen

Yes, that works well. Dragonmount has that system, and it works well. You can even rank within the subforum, for things like the Ghostblood Council.

I voted yes, but when I think about it more "Depending what features it has" is better. Because we do need to be able to replicate PMs.

The woman, quivering, pointed in through the door. @Gancho Libre

A man walked into the bar, his eyes dark. He pulled out a blowtorch.

I'd be really interested. I think it would be awesome, and very helpful. We could just ask Chaos to add a link in the RP section, like the inquisition does

Hellbent stepped back, desummoning the shardblade.

How much does it cost to buy a website?

Your will matters not if he speaks the words

Ising with the wanting for it

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right." As he said this, Solstice woke up, and promptly started crying. He picked her up, and his grin spread. "As long as nothing happens to you, or her, I'll be happy."