Ammokkx

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

_xx_x Cyll _xx_x

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Cyll darted through the woods, keeping up relatively easily with Apep. The beast was not slowed down by the foliage like Cyll was, but its lackluster base movement speed worked to the boy's favor. Trailing the snake deity wasn't an issue, but coming up with a plan to stop it proved a little more difficult. Cyll couldn't just fight the damn thing, he'd die! Still, doing nothing but chasing after it would lead to the beast swallowing Corday and Arno, not to mention anyone else who might've been on that ship... and Cyll didn't hate any of them particularly bad enough to wish them that fate.

His breathing got heavier as exhaustion slowly creeped up on Cyll, the boy frantically looking around for any kind of clue as to what to do. He soon spotted a bug, a two-headed dragonfly-like creature, rapidly buzzing him by. It was only for a moment, but seeing that lit Cyll's eyes up with clarity.

(The hydra!)

Putting on a cocky grin, Cyll threw his attention back towards Apep. He jumped over a bush and rolled to grab a rock at his feet, wincing at the dirt which got into the wound on his cheek. Cyll slid a short distance and tried to freeze the ether around the rock, before stopping as he realised it wouldn't do him much good here.

(No, I've gotta stop relying on that...)

Cyll took aim and threw the rock straight against one of the small snake-heads on Apep, causing the creature to flinch and turn around. It was only a short distance removed from the erune boy, and a chill ran up his spine while he started to regret all the choices that got him to this point. His confident expression got traded in for a grimace. The two seconds these two took to stare each other down felt like eons. Then Cyll opened his big dumb mouth.

"...D-Damn, you're even uglier when I've got time to loo-HOOK!"

Cyll jumped out of the way mid-sentence as the snake deity lunged at him, the boy tumbling to recover from the sudden movement. Cyll started to bolt straight out of there while Apep chased him hot on the heels.

(Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-!)

Cyll was beginning to question if sticking his neck out for those two at the airship was worth all this, but that contemplation came a little too late considering the giant monstrosity was ready for another pounce. Cyll barely managed to avoid getting scraped by jumping through a bush, giving the beast a moment to try and coil around him. It was starting to sink in just how stupid of an idea this was, and Cyll realised he wasn't getting away without another juice-up. This wasn't the time to joke around anymore.

(I-I can do this, it's only a short way from here...)

Cyll took a brief moment to let his pupils shrink and every hair on his body to stand upright, feeling his blood pumping harder and harder through his veins. He rushed forward and grabbed onto the rear end of Apep's tail, the beast swinging it powerfully to throw the boy off. It succeeded, with Cyll being flung upwards. Before it could catch him with its venomous bite, Cyll grabbed onto a tree branch and pulled himself back to narrowly escape for a third time, quickly releasing the branch again to drop him in front of the creature once more. He could make out the faint shape of the hydra's cave through the foliage, so all he had to do at this point was dash.

So he dashed like a mad erune.

Apep followed the boy as soon as it could, nearly losing track of him as its poor vision turned Cyll into a faint blur. It bought him enough time to bolt into the dark cave, making the local deity recoil just in front of it. A few seconds later, Cyll rolled out as a shot of venom hit the giant snake straight in the face.

While it hissed in both pain and anger, Cyll jumped into a bush. An angered twenty-headed, green-scaled monstrosity with wings the size of a small airship came stomping out of the cave he was in merely seconds ago. Apep lunged at the hydra in rage, for getting hit with the dragon-like creature's venomous spit angered it greatly. The fun thing about a poisonous hydra to Cyll was that it had the ability to shoot a projectile like that. It made it pretty easy to bait the thing into fighting Apep. The other boon was that even in a dim cave, you could easily spot a green-scale, toxic hydra by the green aura around it. And the smell of a lot of dead bugs around it.

The two giants seemed to have almost entirely forgotten Cyll as they lashed out against each other, smacking and biting away in a desperate bid for either to show dominance. Luring the snake to the nest seemed to have been the right call after all, but Cyll didn't want to give either of these two a reason to come look for him as an after-fight snack. Still high on adrenaline, the boy hauled ass and got out of there as quick as he could.

After a good minute of sprinting, Cyll came to a stop as he collapsed in the middle of a dirt road. Cramps shot through the erune's legs as the boy was left wincing in pain from all the energy he'd just exerted. His senses returned to normal and Cyll tried scrambling to his feet, only to keel over again while the contents of his stomach spilled out in front of him. The stress hit him hard, and he was not only left without any energy, but also reeling in fear. It only just started to dawn on him what he just did.

Cyll vowed to never do that again, and those two owed him big-time for this.

Character Creation Opinions/Methods/Discussion.

It really grinds my gears when people insist on playing one type of character and porting it into everything they join. Nevermind whether it fits into the GM's setting or not - and when they inevitably get told 'Sorry, that won't fly in this world,' they huff and leave.

Sorry you can't be a level 25 dragonkin warrior-mage with a demon sword or whatever all the time, bro.

At least work with GMs and reach a compromise to create an interesting character with motivations, background and personality that can exist in their setting. They're hosting the RP, at least give them that courtesy.

@Aristo

I miss the bitch thread too, but this ain't the place.

Naval Maidens [A Shipgirl RP]

EDIT: yeah, nevermind. I don't feel up for this one anymore

Confidence Issues

aight, rebornfan, going to be straight with you

stop the pity party

You have a shitload of people pointing you to where you're going wrong, but all you do is defend yourself and insist on your way or the highway. Don't ask for help or explanations when you're not going to accept them, especially not when it's your sixth goddamn thread.

Seriously. Stop.

Naval Maidens [A Shipgirl RP]

mmmmyeah I don't have any confidence that this is going to go anywhere. Good luck tho.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

and was wondering if there were any slots left?

@floodtalon

more than we'd like to admit tbh

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

_xx_x Cyll _xx_x

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Cyll looked down at his blood-stained hand as he calmly walked through the forest, thinking things over. If not for those perked-up ears of his, you wouldn't be able to tell he still had his guard up in case of an ambush. Fighting those goblins cooled the boy's head somewhat, so he had some time to reflect on his weird encounter.

(They're convicts, but... she didn't try to hurt me. Even though she had the perfect shot.

...I wonder if they're alright?)

As if those thoughts jinxed it, Cyll's ears caught the faint noise of a war-horn in the distance, back from where he'd abandoned the duo.

(Oh shit. The green bastards have a leader!)

Cyll braced himself to take off in a sprint again despite his condition, only to stop himself and instinctively jump to the side upon hearing the hissing of a serpentile creature. Cyll narrowed his eyes and balled up his fist as he glared at the bush he'd heard it from, its leaves rustling as a scaled beast rummaged around next to it. He had his guard up while watching the form shift and crawl, making eye-contact with the figure once it had stopped. A small, white eye stared sideways at Cyll, the boy freezing in fear upon seeing the figure's massive scaly teeth and dual horns.

(A-Apep!)

Thinking he was going to have to fight again, Cyll started to freeze the ether around his left hand. The creature, however, didn't seem too interested in the boy. It slithered away, deeper into the forest, leaving the boy to breathe a sigh of relief.

That relief lasted a whole three seconds once he realised Apep started to race towards Arno and Corday.

"Oh like hell you do!" Cyll snapped as he braced himself again, running after the creature once he had realised just how much danger the other fellows were in. Cyll knew the forest, confident he could keep up with Apep. He just had to figure out a plan by the time he got there.

Cyll wasn't very good at planning ahead.

RP ideas you don't want to GM

We already have this thread.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

_xx_x Cyll _xx_x

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(C-Convicts...?!)

Cyll tensed up at hearing how Corday and the harvin were apparently locked up by Zweite before crashing their ship. He'd heard rumours of just how brutal and heavily guarded prisons of theirs are. A faint feeling of fear began to settle inside the young erune as he felt threatened, grinding his right foot into the wood below him in order to take a more defensive stance. Both of the erunes in the area noticed the rustle, though. Cyll didn't take his eyes off of Corday despite that, watching as she pulled out the knife. Flinching, Cyll prepared to dodge. To his surprise, however, once she tossed it out, it was not only aimed away from the boy, but it was only tossed in response to something else having been thrown at her. Cyll was still on-edge, but loosened up a little once he saw Corday jump off the ship. He walked forward to try and see what she tossed the knife at, but didn't get far as the tailed erune hurriedly climbed back up.

"GOBLINS! WE GOT GOBLINS! Kid, get downstairs and let us handle it, okay?"
"Wha-?!"

Cyll froze for a second, for multiple reasons. One was the sudden cry of goblins, another was the older Erune putting herself between him and said goblins, and the third was her treating him like some kind of helpless kid. He didn't take kindly to that last part.

"Grrr... Get out of my way!" the boy yelled at her, shoving Corday away from him. He pointed a glare straight at her, the air around Cyll growing colder as he got more agitated.

"Let you handle it? Don't think I'm fucking useless!"

Cyll didn't have time to continue as he noticed three mounted goblins jumping on top of the crashed ship. They rushed straight past him. The boy tried to turn and stop them, but he was too late. The retreating figures had already hidden below deck.

"Primal-damned, snot-nosed...!" the boy cursed as he whipped his head back down to below the ship, seeing another dozen goblins greedily staring up at them, about half of which had a wolf-mount. The woman may look like she knew her way around a fight, but Cyll highly doubted she could hold off twelve of them on her own. He wasn't going to just run from this without a fight. The boy turned his head back to Corday, his temper still very clearly visible on his face.

"Don't you dare follow me! I'm drawing some away!"

And with that, small balls of ice started to form in Cyll's hand as he froze the ether inside of it. He dashed to the edge of the ship and put on his best shit-eating grin to look down at the goblins with.

"Hey, green dirtbags! Catch!"

Cyll jumped off the ship right after he tossed his ice-marbles at them, around five of those leaving his hand. His lack of mastery was starting to show as two of them vaporized again in mid-air, leaving only three to land square against the foreheads of one wolf-rider and two barefoot lackeys. The erune landed on one knee, lightly freezing the ground beneath him to show off, and looked up. He couldn't help but click his tongue as he saw only the three ice-marbles finding their mark. While he was hoping for more, this would have to suffice in taking some of the pressure off Corday and this 'Arno' fellow. While the three affected ones braced themselves in Cyll's direction, the boy confidently grinned.

"Catch me, suckers."

And with that, Cyll dashed off to the side, running into the woods. The three goblins fell for his taunt as they started to give chase, but only the one on the wolf was able to truly keep up with how Cyll skillfully managed to dance through the forest foliage. The upside of bumming out in this place for a while was the fact he knew exactly what the layout was like. The wolf-rider tried in vain to sling stones at Cyll as he narrowly dodged each shot.

Once a safe distance away from the ship, Cyll suddenly stopped in place and slid on the floor to stop his acceleration, catching the next stone flung at him. It kind of hurt to do, but it probably looked cool as hell if someone had been watching. The goblin staring him down was all alone in an open clearing, excluding its mount. Realizing it didn't have ranged advantage anymore, it tried to take out its blade. Right as it did, the same stone flung a Cyll was thrown back and landed square in its chest, coated with ice for good measure, knocking the goblin straight off his high-wolf.

Cyll's pupils became smaller and he felt his blood pumping through his veins, time slowing down as every hair on his body stood up. He was aware of every little detail of his surroundings; smell, sight, hearing and touch all mixing together as one. He could hear the hurried pace of the two slacking little gremlins hurrying on over. Now it got fun.

The goblin's mount tried to pounce Cyll, but with his increased reaction time he dodged to the side, spun around and punched the thing right into the ground with an ice-coated fist. As the creature tried to recover, Cyll formed small frozen spikes on top of his knuckles and rammed it through the creature's throat, leaving it to bleed out as he focused his attention back to the two goblins helping up their friend from the floor. Cyll cracked his knuckles.

"Now listen here you pillaging, murdering little sub-race punks..." the boy began as one of the goblins rushed him. It tried to swing at him with his blade, but Cyll didn't give it a chance. Cyll ran forward at the same time and reacted faster, driving his fist hard enough through the goblin's gut that it went flying.

"...my day's been just awful. I woke up from this strange nightmare..." he continued, the two remaining goblins being more cautious and trying to circle around the boy as he stood there and watched the third writhing on the floor. The circling ones went for a two-pronged attack, though Cyll jumped back and let them run into each-other instead.

"...had my meal escape from me because some dimwit convicts came crashing down..." Cyll rattled on, spinning around and kicking one in the head to knock it to the floor. He took the second's shield and yanked it out of their hand, then rammed his fist straight into their gullet. Cyll dropped the goblin shield as he looked over the three of them struggling to stand up from the floor, dazed from his blows.

"...and you know the worst part? They proceeded to belittle me and make me out for some helpless cub!"

Cyll paced towards the first one he knocked down, the wolf-rider, and kicked off its helmet. He then slammed his fist down hard enough to crack its skull and splatter blood all over.

"I'm just kind of angry right now, and you came in at the right time."

Cyll turned back to the other two goblins. They desperately tried to rush him, but Cyll managed to kick the first away. One of them managed to graze his cheek with the blade it was holding, but the erune punched it down to the floor again before it could do any more damage. The wound being slightly deeper than his other scrapes didn't register as pain for Cyll. He channeled the water ether in the air again, pinning down the first goblin with his foot to easily ram an icicle through its eye. It vanished as soon as the boy released his grip, leaving just an empty, lifeless socket. He turned back to the last goblin. Cyll ran over to it and coated his entire arm in ice to bring down his wrath. The one that damaged his face didn't stand a chance as its life ended, leaving three goblin corpses strewn about.

As soon as the fight was over, Cyll stumbled backwards for a bit, trying and failing to regain his balance as he dropped down to his knee. He panted heavily as a paralyzing shock ran through his body, the after-effects of his adrenaline rush kicking in. Cyll's stomach twisted from the stress put on it, but the boy managed to hold it all in.

"F-Fuck... I shouldn't have gone all out on these weaklings."

Cyll touched his cheek with his left hand and brought the fingers before his eyes, looking at the red stain on them.

"Tch! Can't even fight some goblins properly..." he berated himself. The boy shakily got to his feet as he looked back to where he came from.

"I should get back to them," he concluded. Cyll took a short breath and walked back in the direction of the crashed ship. He was still a little on edge, just in case more goblins decided to rear their ugly heads.

@Skyrte

Naval Maidens [A Shipgirl RP]

Not too familiar with the universe though, outside of some... *ahem*... shadier stuff >.>

@Cleverbird

pree sure that's how most people got familiar with the concept, ngl