This thread is for all those who want to get a bit of practise before actually really saying anything on the real Roleplay, but sort of want to get the real post going. (You get a mental cookie if you can understand that). A lone figure in the night, walking through the cold and dark streets, clearly annoyed and wanting to get home. For True Succubus, it was a busy night, but an annoying night, cold and boring. 5 brand new "Super-heroes" tried to get initialised, that meant for Christy paperwork, paperwork and yet more paperwork, with whining teenagers with either too much leather or too little silk asking "How do I do this?" "What do I need to be the best" "How can I get noticed". "Super-heroes? Ha, I wouldn't use one of them as cannon fodder" She amused herself with petty thoughts such as ways they could be useful like Tomorrow Boy's ability was to be send his arm 5 seconds ahead of time, though it just looked like it was going fast, if Christy wanted a coffee Tomorrow Boy wouldn't be exactly useless even if he was a self centred klutz, a good pain ray followed by a week in tortured imprisonment would make him change, Fast. Like a shadow a rather large man stood in front of True Succubus, either a dealer or a thug Christy said to herself. "Hello their pretty lady" He began in a thick Russian accent "It cold night, da?" Christy rather unamused simply nodded "I know what cure such problems" Bringing out a bag with black-grayish powder. Not breaking eye contact to the man Christy simply groaned tried to walk on by, the man stepped into her way ("You've got 30 seconds to move or I'll make you eat that bag, you and your friends" Christy thought to herself) The Russian man either stupid or brave continued "It also aphrodisiac, powerful one, from way you dress you like fun time, yes? Bag free if you join me a..." "Get out of my way or I will hurt you, last chance. You too back there" She said passively but loud enough for the others hear and to come out. 5 large men came out of the alleyway behind True Succubus, 3 of them armed with what seemed to either be pipes or just plain bars of metal ("What cowards, bringing weapons to an unarmed target?" Christy mentally criticising the thugs) "You on our patch lady, so either pay or we will make you pay, if you have no money, we can reach...some agreement, da?" Said the smallest thug, probably the leader. He sounded like he had the upper hand, any other day he might have gotten off lucky with a broken rip or two, today, was not that day. Like a bolt of lightning Christy's palm met the chest of the largest in the group, it must have felt like a Concord just hit him at full speed forcing him off his feet and through the air for some considerable distance, its unlikely he actually knew what happened or will know for a while. Just as True Succubus' boot risen up the others moved to attack the smallest thug jumping back landing firmly on his ass. One of the armed thugs tried to go for a sidewards swing, aiming at True Succubus' ribs, predicting the attack, Christy caught the pipe with her boot and used it to step up and with her second boot meeting the armed thug's face with some tremendous force that a Kangaroo's kick could only dream of, before the strength of the thug came off the pipe, True Succubus backflipped dodging another pipe strike aimed at the back of her knees. As her legs came around her boot met the face of the other armed thug forcing him off his feet and onto the ground, where his face met the collective force of True Succubus' backflip and her weight. After seeing 3 of his strongest comrades fell like they were twigs, one of the thugs just ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Even with 3 very large men unconscious and one absent True Succubus kept her grace which was most notable when she landed and stepped off the unconscious thug's face as if coming out of an elevator. The first thug, stunned in fear, simply whimpered like an injured puppy when she turned around to face him before glancing at the bag then back to him, knowing what she was indicating he quickly thrusted it into her hands before putting his hands in the air, very mercifully she gave him a light(ish) punch to the stomach then indicated that he leaves, something that he was obviously glad to have, running off with his hands on his stomach. True Succubus finally looks at the last remaining target, the leader on the floor trying to crawl backwards about as proud the French war history. Using the hand without the bag of drugs, she pulled the leader up with what seemed psychokinesis and pulled him to her free hand then still as passive as before, stuffed the bag into his mouth followed by a swift but light punch to the chest making him swallow the bag whole, out of reflex. The fear on this broken man's eyes would make most people wince as True Succubus put her hand on his chest and did 3 hand marks all with what seemed religious value, letting her grip of him go but him remaining in the air made the fear worse. Christy follows with another 5 hand symbols making the broken man close his eyes knowing his world is about to end then...BOOM... Christy punches him in the face knocking him out cold, he falls on the floor being let go from the mental grip of True Succubus, alive. Christy cracks her knuckles then sighs heavily ("Today...Has just got SOOO much better" She thinks to herself internally smiling) before a nice quiet and happy walk home, a warm bath, some terrible TV but a good film then a nice well deserved, wanted and needed rest. Of course if you write one it doesn't NEED to be this long or as detailed. I haven't properly Roleplayed for a long, long time, so any criticisms are welcome.