TROLL!COPS: The AU

[crepuscularDissembler]

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Walking
Some days karkat just walked. his steps echoing throughout the city he let himself think. It was one of the few times he wasnt angry, raging at the foibles of people around him, or even at his own incompetence. He just thought. Some nights he remembered past selves. When he was a wriggler and threw tantrums at the slightest provocation. When he had been barely 3 sweeps old and had been warned, harshly, not to slip and skin his knee. Playing with terezi at 4, telling her his secrets. Being disciplined for it. Getting the courage to run away at 6. spending the first few months on the streets completely unprepared, starving in the city's alleyways. Trying to steal food and getting beaten, begging and finding donations few. Finding nepeta curled up up under a newspaper, barely breathing. Watching her heal slowly, and look at him with grateful eyes. When he finally found a purpose, a reason to fight. Teaching her how to be hard, how to fight for herself. Telling her off vehemently every time she screwed up. Knowing that the adoration he felt in her gaze kept him ever being actually mad. Guarding her for the few months before they found Gamzee, covered in blood that wasn’t his, and mumbling lifelessly to himself. she had convinced him to help the kid. Said that he was like them. He told her it was temporary until he finally forgot that he had ever not known the spacy clown. Leading them through the sweeps, doing things he was never proud of but knew were necessary. Trying to keep the hard parts away from the two. Taking charity where they could get it. Taking when they didn’t get it. Making a deal with pupa. it was necessary. Nepeta and Gamzee hadn’t known that they were doomed long before the deal, as soon as pupa had realized who they were and what he knew. The deal was a formality, a bit of dramatic flair that the pupa couldn’t resist. The man disgusted him. And scared him. He knew that no matter how important they were they were only a preferred shovel to the cripple. Eventually he would trade them in if he thought he could get something better. That was why he took these walks.
He stopped at the docks and walked to an abandoned warehouse that had an opening into the harbor. Inside he filled up the speed boat with non perishables and another pack of batteries. It was getting cramped for more than two people, but it would be fine as a decoy. He was the only one likely to be riding it. He had already had an understanding with Eridan about getting Nepeta and Gamzee out of the city when things ever started to fall apart. It was inevitable that they would. Six ( or was it seven now?) gangs couldn’t survive in the city forever, and the cold war over the devices was escalating steadily. He wasn’t stupid. As far as he was concerned his fate was already sealed. But he could get those two away. He had to. He was their leader.
He sighed and began walking back to the apartment. On the way he stopped to buy some paint and yarn.


A/N: sorry but i don't know how to spoiler yet. Could someone please tell me.

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[gingerale]

Ooh, that was a really nice first pwnst. ^^

Also holy crap the previous page was awesome. So many great fics and that title card and those arts!

[kaoticAntagonist]

thanks a lot.

[DeadBrain]

Detective Eridian: Massacre in Shipyard - Episode I

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The feeling of coming again to your senses isn't a pleasant one. Your mind is murky and is slowly pulled out of depth of your head, like the word is something that's coming closer and closer. You see your own sight going back to you like a growing light until it stretches and you are in your body again.

This isn't a good one experience. You ache all over, your head is heavy, and you feel like your brain is trying to burst through your skull. You try to gather your thoughts and realize where you are.

And this is the situation Detective Eridian Ampora found himself in.

He groggily shook his head, and groaned in pain. He looked up and realized that he can't see anything. He blinked and tried to focus, but no avail. He didn't feel anything covering his eyes, so this must mean he was just in a dark room.

When wondering how he found himself here, he heard a loud metallic noise and a door swung open in front of him, basking the room in light. Before he could do something, a silhouette stood in the doors. He could only make out a top hat on the persons head, and long horns on the sides. He quickly came to conclusion that the person is a troll and most probably didn't came here to get him out.

The troll stood for a while, and then walked up to the detective, and the purpleblood could swear he heard a quiet sound of working machinery. Eridian tried to do something, but realized that his hands and feet were bound.

"wELL WELL WELL...iT'S SO NICE OF YOU TO FINALLY WAKE UP MR. AMPORA."

Eridian tried to talk, but the only thing he managed to get out was a low moan followed by a fit of cough.

His captor laughed at this.

"mY, MY. iT SEEMS I'LL HAVE SOME TROUBLE WITH THIS CONVERSATION HERE."

He lowered his head, and Eridian could make out only a sinister grin on his face.

"nOW, YOU WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SITUATION IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SUCH A NOSY LITTLE DETECTIVE, WOULDN'T YOU?"

Memories slowly stared to sink into the detective's head. He manged to catch a trail of some shady business in the dock area. When he came there, he heard several gunshots. Quick to investigate, he quietly entered a large hall, and was a witness to an act of mass murder on consorts. The bodies were all over the place, picked up by hired thugs and thrown on large trucks. The still living consorts were huddled in a corner, under the barrels of guns.. Single beings were dragged out of the group and shot, then thrown on the ground.

Eridian, horrified was just to run away and call the A.P.D. when someone hit him on the back of the head and he lost consciousness.

And he just realized the man he was staring at was no one else, but the infamous Mr. Pupa.

His face must have shown his fear, because the villain laughed again.

"tRULY A COURAGE FIT FOR A DETECTIVE LIKE YOU MR. AMPORA!"

The grin turned into a smile.

"nOW, IF SOMEONE WAS TO KNOW THIS...oCCURING, TOOK PLACE, I WOULD HAVE SOME TROUBLE ON MY BACK. nOTHING I COULDN'T HANDLE, BUT THIS WOULD BE SUCH A WASTE OF TIME."

The detective paled even more, expecting the worst. And in fact he felt something cold and circular, pressed to his forehead.

"i WOULDN'T LIKE TO STAIN MY CLOTHES. sO MY DEAR DETECTIVE, YOU ARE INDEED A LUCKY MAN. i AM JUST IN NEED OF SOMEONE WHO COULD ACT ON MY BENEFIT IN THE POLICE DEPARTMENT. a TASK PERFECT FOR A CERTAIN MAN WHOSE LIFE HANGS ON THIN LINE, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?"

Eridian's heart jumped at his. His mouth wanted to scream, to agree, anything to save his life, say yes,yes,yes.

But his mind stopped dead in tracks.

This wouldn't be something a detective like him would do.

He raised his head and stared into the other troll's eyes.

"Mr. Pupa-" He managed choke out.

Agreeing wouldn't be something he would do.

"-my response-"

Agreeing wouldn't be something PS would do.

"-in this situation-"

A true

"-is-" He smirked. And it was a smirk truly worthy of a private eye.

Hard boiled

" -Fuck-"

Detective

"-You."

Goes out

BANG!

With a style.

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Mr. Pupa sat in the chair positioned in front of the edge of artificial bay.

"What do you want us to do with the body, boss?" Asked one of the thugs.

"tHROW HIM INTO THE WATER. tHAT SHOULD TEACH THEM A LESSON."

A splash.

Mr. Pupa grinned. He marveled at the color of purple blood, mixing with water in the pale gleam of moonlight. It was beautiful. He wished for his painter to be here. A moment like this is truly worthy to be enjoyed for more than a while.

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Somewhere in the city, a stray man wandered the shoreline. The overlong coat brushed the sand, dirtying the material even more. The man took a look at the water.

"No." He said at the sight of a floating corpse.

"No, this shouldn't be like this. Not like that. Not now."

"But we can change it right? We will, we will won't we?" He whispered hugging a bucket tightly to himself.

And wandered off to the right, muttering "We will" like mantra, leaving stains of white pain on the sand.

Hell, what am I even doing. I cannot write Mr. Pupa...

[Iituem]

Not happy with how this turned out, but doing it right means starting all over again from the beginning. Perhaps another time.

Very unhappy with how this turned out, now that it's in the cold light of day. Urgh, amateurish. This is what happens when you don't draw anything for a year. <

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Chairman Nakdoofenpap: "Once upon a time, my people owned this land. I'm just taking back what's ours."

For some reason I felt Chairman Shoosh should be a needle-nose instead of your regular croc.

Liking the shipyard massacre, especially liking Con Heir up there! =D

Edit: Deadbrain, liked the shipyard massacre. Please check for tense changes, though. Sometimes your description uses present-tense words or phrases when the narrative is past tense, and it brings you out of the story.

[Wigmund]

Teapot Mystery
Part 6 (Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

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Mama's little honeybee watched as his bestest friend in the world ran up to him and gave him one of her 'BIG HUGS!!!'. As she did so, Sollux gave his mother a nervous look of embarrassment, but only saw that she was smiling happily at them.

He turned back to his friend and pushed her away slightly. She gave him her always effective, large watery puppy eyes. She was worried about him, yet so happy that he was here with her.

"W)(at's glubbing you, fish)(sticks?"
"Not iin front of mama..."
"W)(y?! S)(e knows...s)(e's always known about us you glubbing idiot."
"II..."

Sollux closed his eyes and took a deep breath, this was going to be difficult...

He heard this was the hardest part of the whole thing. That's what his brothers and sisters told him.

Get through this day and if you choose well, the rest of your life was going to be great.

He opened his eyes to take in the Grand Cathedral of Alternia City, one of the oldest buildings still standing in the city. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, further brightening the violets and black-eyed susan lined hall.

As Sollux was trying to take in what was going on, music started up and the doors at the far end of the hall opened up. Into the great hall walked a woman dressed in a gorgeous white gown, her face concealed behind a veil. She was being escorted by the mayor of the city itself, he had apparently begged her family to let him do this.

After an eternity, she was in front of Officer Captor. He couldn't hear anything over the pounding in his ears. He had to be nudged in the back by his best man to know when to respond at the appropriate parts.

Finally, it was time for the seal. The seal that would tie these two souls together...

And something was wrong...

Sollux blinked and looked around at the hall.

This was all wrong.

This couldn't happen.

And the way things currently were, it would never happen.

A hand reached out and tugged on his shoulder, turning him back to the bride. She removed her veil and looked up at him. Her violet eyes brimming with tears.
"W)(at's wrong? Isn't t)(is w)(at you wanted?"
"No...II...Yeth...thiith iith what II want...but..."
"But w)(at? We're here my fis)(y love. It's-"
Tears came to Sollux's eyes as what was going on.
"Not real."

And with that, the hall twisted and warped out of existence. Leaving Sollux in his t-shirt and jeans standing next to Feferi in a gorgeous wedding gown.

"W)(at do you mean it's 'not real'?"
She took his hands and pulled him close to her, desperately trying to hold onto him.
"Isn't t)(is w)(at you want?
Isn't t)(is w)(at you've dreamed about?"

He looked up into the inky darkness and tried to hold back his emotions, hold back the tears, hold back the sorrow at having something in his grasp that he probably never would in real life, hold back the agony of having to run away from his dream.

Hold back the rage that someone would turn those dreams against him.

"IIt iith what II've dreamed about...but that'th what thiith iith.
IIt'th a dream, nothiing but a dream and II need to rethcue you Feferi."
He leaned in and kissed her.
"Don't worry II'm comiing for you."

He shook his hands away from her, lit up his light and started to walk into the darkness.

Leaving the weeping bride behind him.
"You'll never find )(appiness! You're going to be alone forever!"
"You've faiiled me boy! You faiiled to protect u2 all!"
"ALON--E! You'll never be )(appy!"
"Why couldn't you 2ave your father?"
"I )(AT-E YOU! YOU W-ER-E NOT)(ING BUT AN ILLICIT FLING!"
"You've faiiled at everthiing you've ever done! Giive up 2ollux!"
Sollux continued walking despite the urge to turn around and counter the heckling. He wanted to, but those were nothing but shadows of his own tortured mind.

Nothing but shadows.

Sollux stopped and raised the globe of light he was using.
"II haven't faiiled yet."
He increased the energy in the ball until it burned with the radiance of the sun. Burning away all the shadows in the area.

Burning away the twisted mockeries of the two women he loved most in life.

Sollux turned back the intensity until the globe was little more than a flashlight like earlier. He looked around and noticed that he was in yet another chamber of the cavern system. He found the tunnel he had entered the place from.

And he turned around to find another tunnel, coming in almost right next to the one he used. He froze and turned out to scan the room, fearing what he would find nearby.

Nothing.

Nothing but Terezi standing in the middle of the hall. Grasping and rubbing onto something that wasn't there.

Sollux walked up to his partner, cautiously halting everytime a small moan escaped her.

Pain? Torment? He listened closely to her mutterings and the moans again...Pleasure?

He reached out to the dream-locked woman who was-

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-in the place she always wanted to be.

Arm in arm with the man she loved dearly.

They were in bed, looking into each others eyes...well, he was looking into her reddened eyes and she was taking in the wonderful cherry scent of him, but the intent was the same.

She shuddered as he reached out and tenderly brushed his hand up her bare skin from her hips to her shoulder. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in for another kiss.

Another passionate kiss that would inevitably lead to another round of intimate connection.

They had soaked the bedsheets hours earlier with their sweat, so there was nothing covering them except the darkness of the room.

They rolled and Terezi moaned in ecstasy as Dave worked his magic on her. She longed for these moments, every single minute of the day.

But they could never satisfy themselves like this. They couldn't let their guard down except on very rare occassions.

She wept with joy whenever he was near her like this. Whenever they could join like they wanted to. It gave her crazy life meaning.

Sure, the work she did on the APD meant a lot and let her satisfy some urges. But there were other urges, other cravings.

All the men she had met before hand could never satisfy them. Starting as far back as that boy she lived next to in what's now the Lost District and going through a long, seemingly never-ending line of others she met as she went through life in a blinded daze.

That was, until she met Dave Strider.

She first met the man she would come to love and who would come to love her on one of her many investigations into the goings-on in the city. He was the victim of a theft by who she would find out had been her first love...someone she had thought lost back in the same Disaster that took away her sight. When she brought back the victim's belongings, the man noticed that she was upset about something.

He somehow got her to talk about it.

And for some reason, she did. For anyone else, she would never let down her armor, never let down her shields, never let down the manic grin and sociopathic humor that helped protect her.

But she did with this cherry-eyed human.

They talked for what was only minutes, but then they met up after her shift was over and they talked for hours more.

She learned his name, he hers. They shared their life stories, both completely letting down their guard in each other's presence.

They fell in love and made love that night.

It was the best night of her life.

So was every night they could be together.

Even after the cherry-eyed man took to a life of crime and vigilantism after his brother, the man who had raised him and taught him everything he knew about life, was brutally murdered by one of the city's many criminals. She still stayed with him.

But now she had to keep it on the sly.

Otherwise her job was at risk, as was both their lives if any of the criminals they angered found out.

But for now she was with him and that was all that mattered. She could sense daylight showing through the blinds of what was either her or his apartment...she didn't know, she didn't keep track of where they went after they ran into each other earlier.

She leaned back and gasped in passion. She was enjoying this. She was-

-confused and absolutely furious to find Officer Captor shaking her awake.

"Wh4t fuck do you w4nt? 1'm...1'm"
"Thtandiing iin the miiddle of a cave makiing happy noiitheth."
Terezi blushed furiously and took in the smells of the dank, dark and cold cavern.

No one was here but her and Sollux and the smell of death and black licorice.

Tears came to her eyes and Sollux took her into his arms as she shuddered in grief and anger.

Grief at being woken up from the greatest dream of her life.

Anger that someone had used her dreams, used her love, as a weapon against her.

She pulled back from Sollux and turned away from him. She used her shirt to wipe away the teal streaks that ran down her now puffy face.

"II'm thorry Terethhii. II'm thorry."
"H3H3H3, no n33d to 4polog1z3 4ppl3b3rry."
She turned around and glared at her partner, a malevolent grin splitting her still tear-stained face.
"You'r3 not th3 fuck1ng 4sshol3 who tr13d to corrupt my dr34ms."
"You okay?"
"1'll b3 ok4y wh3n 1 f1nd who3v3r d1d th1s to m3 4nd str1ng th3m from th3 T34pot's spout."

She walked up to Sollux and picked up the cane she had dropped at his feet when he woke her up. Her flare had gone out and she still didn't trust the shadows her despite Sollux burning them away with his energy flare.

"L3t's f1nd this sh1th34d 4nd l3t's f1nd F3f3r1."

And so they they continued deeper into the caves.

Deeper into the black bowels of the earth.

Until they reached another massive cavern.

Sollux stopped in horror as he saw Feferi in the middle of the chamber, tied down to the ground on top of some eldritch symbol, blindfolded, gagged and her blouse cut open, revealing her torso.

Besides her, the place was littered with the bones of those who had come here before her.

Gnawed on.

Next to Feferi, Sollux saw a black-cloaked figure. It turned around when the police officers entered the chamber, bringing their dreadful light with them.

The thing's black cloak covered it from head to foot, the only thing exposed was it's yellow snout and malevolent pink eyes, and an almost-black purple scarf was wrapped around its neck. In its grasp was a knife as dark as the shadows that lingered around Sollux and Terezi, in the other hand was a twisted and gnarled needle.

A needle that glowed with a nasty purple light.

A light that intensified as the salamander raised the wand towards the officers and hissed at them in anger, rage and bloodlust.

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Found our perp didn't we? And our two cops have rather different dreams about being with their true loves. That probably means something, I don't know, I'm not good at psychoanalysis.

I'll probably finish this off tomorrow, because later today I want to finish off the head-canon editing on those drawings I posted last night.

Though I did drop some head canon here:
Terezi and Karkat were together while they grew up and neighbors, but then the Disaster happened, destroying their homes and families and blinding Terezi. They lost contact with each other until she caught Karkat stealing something from Dave Strider. The fact that her first love was now a common street thug upset her, which concerned Strider, prompting the two to start talking. They connected (in more ways than one ) right off the bat. She knew from the beginning about his turn to crime and vigilantism. Now the two long for those all-too-distant nights where they can finally be in each other's arms.

And Casey Von Salamancer is bad. Very bad.

[Iituem]

Awwww yiss. High five, girl/man/beast, that's one hell of an antagonist! XD

[jellinScyphozoa]

Oh geeeeeez.

I just got myself caught up on this thread. You guys do soooo much.
But I looked through all the ideas, and as the founder of the RP group, I really would like to keep it simpler in there. I mean, I like the whole Magpie idea I guess, but too much story line isn't good. We've not dove deep enough into just the cops and the bandit trio in my opinion, I'd like to keep to that in the group before we do other such things.
..And I hate to say this but it just seems like you guys are trying too hard.

[QuetzaDrake]

I think my depiction of Mayor WV that I did for this is almost canon now:

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Although he lacks the mustache, which saddens me.

[KOACD]

I just got myself caught up on this thread. You guys do soooo much.
But I looked through all the ideas, and as the founder of the RP group, I really would like to keep it simpler in there. I mean, I like the whole Magpie idea I guess, but too much story line isn't good. We've not dove deep enough into just the cops and the bandit trio in my opinion, I'd like to keep to that in the group before we do other such things.
..And I hate to say this but it just seems like you guys are trying too hard

Hm. How should we elaborate on the trio or cops? Like, back stories or something, or should we just have fun little stories of their crime and justice shenanigans.

[frostedWarlock]

IDE/Theory: Officer Vriska has body image issues because a homeless man that lives in the alley next to her apartment keeps calling her fat.

[Deeum]

Daaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmnnnnn guys. I need to get back on the ball with drawing some more Troll!cops.
Updating the OP nowish. Didn't get a chance to yesterday due to my internet being a doof.

[kaoticAntagonist]

I am now working on a Pupa one. It shall be called Wheeling.

[Deeum]

Wigmund, I forgot to mention in my previous post but that artdump was glorious. Well done.

I saw some new unlurkers while updating! C'mere yous guys.


And then Gamzee stole my monitor.

[gingerale]

What? Casey? But I like Casey! ;_;

Oh yeah, been thinking of making another map for the city and trying to mark the areas where the heroes work and design some main roads. If every hero works in their own area they could each have their own rogues gallery. ^^

Just having hard time finding the post with the explanations of the different areas since the map on the OP only has colours.

[KOACD]

Wow, okay, so I just wrote an origin thing for fun, to explain what was happening or something with the whole leg deal in my head canon.

uHHM.

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Tavros Nitram sat in his cell, useless metal legs pulled up to his chest, and his arms circling them. The cell was all white, sterile, and devoid of any thing but the young troll and his murmurings.

"iTS, nOT MY, fAULT, i,"

He laughs, clutching his head.

"nO, iT WAS THEM,"

"tHEY HATE YOU."

"tHEY HATE US."

"nO, bUT,"

"tHIS IS WHAT THEY WANTED."

"tHEY SAID, tHE cULLORD SAID,"

Another laugh, the cold sound of it dying quickly in the room, the emptiness sucking it up.

"aND..."

"yOU BELIEVE THEM?"

Laughter flares again, falling to forlorn sobbing.

"yES... tH, tHEY, tHEY DIDN'T, mEAN, fOR THIS.... rIGHT...? tHEY DON'T,"

The troll laughs again, softly this time with more fear then malice.

"tHEY WOULDN'T... rIGHT?"

His trial had ended the other day. It ended badly. Roseanne Nitram and her husband were members of the secret wizard cult. Their son, paraplegic and schizophrenic, had been slated for culling. They told him it would be alright, they told him no member of the cult would dare to sacrifice a Nitram. They said the Makara boy was a much better canidate, the Cullord even said he would probably be okay.
But here he was.
Sitting in the blank cell, talking to himself.
Not that he would have been in a cell, if the culling proceeded.
By the time the authorities had arrived, he had already lost his legs. The animals in a two mile radius were going berserk, and a very special agency, dedicated to the removal of special items with magical abilities had arrived to remove whatever object might have been causing the problem. Instead, they found the cult and the boy with no legs. A doctor was there, doctor Matka Maryam. He remembered she was talking to someone, and there was an awful smell, like flesh burning, and he felt weird. She said something to him, but it was too dark to talk, then, and everything was heavy and still. He felt things, in the forest, and they were afraid, and they were more afraid when he saw them. He wasn't sure why. Something wanted them to suffer. He felt it as clearly as the animals. He felt them run away from them, even though he was talking to them. What was he saying? No, he was...
He was three things. He was afraid and betrayed, and begging for help. He was furious and full of hatred for all things. And he was dull and calm, lying on the rune carved into the cold stone of the table with the circle of cloaked people around it.
His mother wasn't there. His father wouldn't look at him. He understood, and he was fine with it, watching the clouds lapse over the moon, turning them pale and alive.
He was three different people.
Rufio was his grand fathers name, the grandfather that had shamed the family by killing his wife. The grand father that used to tell him things, secrets about people, about what they thought and who they were. He was always very confident, in everything that he did, and he was Tavros' role model until Mr. Nitram told his son to never mention that name again.
Rodney was a character in a crime series. He was always calm and collected, and he always understood exactly what was going on, and already had a plan to get out of it. Nothing ever scared or surprised him. No one could shake his exterior. He was always one step ahead, but no one knew it until the end. His father had been very angry when they canceled the series.

Tavros Nitram was only a child, who woke up in a white room, confused and afraid. He had new legs, new robotic legs, but he couldn't feel them. They weren't a part of his body, and his mind was rejecting them subconsciously. Doctor Maryam and Zahack would ask him to do things and monitor how the cybernetics were working, but they only worked about 2/3rds of the time.
The mental stress was taking its toll on him, though no machine available could show them this, not even the ones the S.E.E.R. would be willing to supply.
There were simply too many test subjects for the scientists to spend all of their time on only one, so the white cells were what most subjects had to look forward too.

"tHEY WOULD."

'Tavros Nitram' smiled cruelly, chuckling a little.

"tHERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU HERE,"

He stretched idly, legs shifting.

"nO ONE LIKES YOU. rODNEY DOESN'T. nEITHER DO i."

The troll laughs.

"iN FACT, uHM, i'D SAY YOU DON'T EITHER."

He looked terrified and confused, hugging himself dully in the white room.

"dO, yOU REALLY, tHINK THAT, i SHOULD?"

"yES. i REALLY DO."

A quiet sigh touches the expanse of the room.

"uHH..."

"i GUESS...."

"i'LL GO NOW, tHEN."

"yES, i GUESS YOU WILL."

The troll smiled softly, as the door to the cell opened.

"Mr. Nitram?"

"yES, mR. zAHACK?"

"Please follow me. We have a few tests for you."

"uHM, yES, mR. zAHACK," He answered, standing up and following the doctor out of the room.

Also in my head canon, only Mr. Pupa says uHHM.
And the experiment lab place is on the prison island.
And the reason Kanaya can't prove that Tavros is Mr. Pupa is because then the base would get shut down for the experiments.

[Wigmund]

..And I hate to say this but it just seems like you guys are trying too hard.

What do you mean?

Oh yeah, been thinking of making another map for the city and trying to mark the areas where the heroes work and design some main roads. If every hero works in their own area they could each have their own rogues gallery. ^^

Just having hard time finding the post with the explanations of the different areas since the map on the OP only has colours.

Here's the post where the areas are vaguely described. It's also linked in my sig as 'City Map'. I had a hard time finding my post as well, so I decided to keep it close.

When I created the map I kept it intentional vague so the city would have a mutable design for everyone's personal head-canon. So I left off roads and landmarks so people could shift and add stuff as they saw fit.

[~.:CHRiSTY:.~]

okay well since i am pretty addicted to this thread LOL i shall post some of my artworks up on here

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fffff okay that all for now x_x

[KOACD]

Christy, those are pretty amazing.

[frostedWarlock]

Has anyone actually drawn Rose's superhero self? I might be first.



The Eldritch. She casts a spell on herself to look like a pink shadow. Also, due to stupid dA RP shenanigans, Rose has large hips. It is because she likes eating danishes too much. Her hips are incredibly truthful, and the other brothers can vouch for the validity of her testimony.

[Nexev]

okay well since i am pretty addicted to this thread LOL i shall post some of my artworks up on here

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fffff okay that all for now x_x

I am totally stealing the mr pupa for a different forum.

Actually I will wait so you can tell me if It's okay if I use it as an avi first.

BTW Trollcops is awesome idea.

[~.:CHRiSTY:.~]

okay well since i am pretty addicted to this thread LOL i shall post some of my artworks up on here

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fffff okay that all for now x_x

I am totally stealing the mr pupa for a different forum.

Actually I will wait so you can tell me if It's okay if I use it as an avi first.

BTW Trollcops is awesome idea.

HAHAHA LOL x'D well pretty much i dont mind ^^
i only say no if people would just steal my art and not say who the owner is...but I can give you permission

[gingerale]

@Christy: Finally! Your awesome arts are finally here instead of being hiden in the depths of dA! Woooo! ^^

@Wigmund: Thanks! Here's my initial pencil version of the map. I tried to create some sort of emblems for each of the heroes.

Oh darnit.. I can't fit the darn thing on the scanner properly. Well.. There's not much to see on the very bottom of the page anyways. xD



Any comments or suggestions or ideas or anything that needs fixing?

[crepuscularDissembler]

It's finally done. Whew.
(I think I'm probably the only person to do a colored piece with a Felt member that doesn't use the color green.)

(.....I hope at least one person realizes why I did this weird layout.)

[mythmonster2]

@Christy: Finally! Your awesome arts are finally here instead of being hiden in the depths of dA! Woooo! ^^

@Wigmund: Thanks! Here's my initial pencil version of the map. I tried to create some sort of emblems for each of the heroes.

Oh darnit.. I can't fit the darn thing on the scanner properly. Well.. There's not much to see on the very bottom of the page anyways. xD

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Any comments or suggestions or ideas or anything that needs fixing?

Isn't Kingpin supposed to be on the east side of the island? Just figured since you put everyone else on there... Assuming the ball with two swords is SEER, but what's the hammer close to police HQ? Egbertman?