Antediluvixen

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Steel Storm raised an eyebrow at Snow Tail. She wasn’t a real warrior, she was certainly a dangerous opponent, but all the nicecities of warriors oftentimes baffled her. Ah, Joy, one of the few ponies I’ve know who managed to stay reasonably honest and yet play the political game. To think on how our paths have diverged. She politely declined the offer of Snow’s food, “Thank you for the offer, but no thank you.” She replied in her usual slightly clipped tone. “As far as the bodies, this level of Cult activity will require the direct inspection of the Alicorn currently residing in Stormwing territory. I shall ensure the information reaches her.” Then she looked around the field and sighed, looking for her partner. “And yes, I had a partner. He was the genius who decided to run out at the Cult zombies.” She looked back at Snow Tail, looking noticeably more at ease, “Tell me, how’s Joy been doing lately?” __________________________________________ “Makes it a bit more fair,” Winterjet muttered, slowly starting to circle Armifera, wings half spread in preparation. “Still, I’m not really holding up hopes of winning, but…” she grinned “does it matter?” Small droplets of water materialized around her body, hovering scant few millimetres from her fur, all but invisible. Armifera smirked, “So long as it’s interesting, I suppose.” She shuffled her hooves and ruffled her feathers. She watched idly as Winterjet collected water, and suddenly disappeared in a blur, almost materializing at Winterjet’s left and bringing in the dulled and padded wing blade for a vicious strike to her underbelly and following through with a pure brute force body slam. Fuck sake she’s fast, Winterjet cursed, jumping back and narrowly avoiding the blow to her underbelly. Time seemed to slow down for her, then, her mind tuning for battle. The body slam came, and she jumped forward to meet it, twisting her body and aiming a strike at the Alicorn’s leg with her own icy wing blades; created in a split second as she dashed forward. Armifera grinned as Winterjet swung at her leg, letting the ice crash against the Astral steel. “Seriously?” She muttered, bringing the same leg up to smash into Winterjet’s jaw and following through with a wingblade slash to her exposed chest. “Well that didn’t work,” the pegasus said, and spat out a small glob of blood. She’d managed to protect her chest with her ice, already having lessened the force of the blow by pushing against the ground. The blow to her jaw, however, not so much. “Your armour’s tough,” she muttered. “I guess I should better get serious.” From one to the next, the air around her misted over; temperature dropping and ice crystals forming in the grass around her. She blinked, and her eyes had turned slitted, teeth already forming into a set of fangs and murderous points. A circle of rime quickly formed on the ground around her, whitening the grass. Rushing in will do nothing. She’s armoured head to tail, and she’s faster than me. Best I can do is counter her attacks. She started circling the alicorn again, her—now sharper—eyes looking for any opening or tell that might be shown. Armifera watched idly as Winterjet circled, eyes slitted and prominent canines showing. Ah the wonders of Thea’s blessings, she remarked to herself, certainly an interesting look.She knew the pegasus was looking for weak spots, she knew that look anywhere. She smirked internally, feeling slightly lenient and swinging one of her legs back and forth, exposing the joints covered in chainmail, rather than solid plate. I ought to show her some personal tricks for an armored opponent, she mused to herself. The ice however, caught her attention, How curious… let’s see what she can do with this. The face, Winterjet noted. Her joints are somewhat exposed, but I don’t think I can cut through it. Stab, perhaps? She pulled back her lips, snarling like some animal about to attack. Heh, never knew I could make that sound. Must be the Blessing. She circled the alicorn a few more times, noting what few places where she could get a hit in. Extending her wings, she covered the front of them in ice-like wing blades and took off. She descended a short while before, finally, she turned into a dive and shot towards Armifera. Armifera saw Winterjet take off into the air and dive towards her. Shrugging, she flared her own wings and threw herself backwards into the air. A grin split Winterjet’s fanged muzzle. Of course she jumped back, who wouldn’t? Her original plan had failed, but she still had an ace up her sleeve. When she reached the point where she would have originally acted, she performed an extremely tight forwards roll, creating a solid block of ice at the end of her tail and—hardly a fraction of a second later—sent it flying towards Armifera with all of the force of her own momentum behind her. She didn’t have much time to look at the results, instead pumping her wings to kill her speed, going into a hover above the ground. She looked back at Armifera. Glancing at the ice hurtling towards her, Armifera couldn’t help but appreciate Winterjet’s cleverness. Seems we’re really playing with magic now. Alright. She summoned her own magic, blasting fire from her own wings as she propelled herself back down at a shallow angle and landing on the ground with a noticeable thud. Fire began to dance along her wings, mane, and tail, and the air around her began to shimmer with heat. The fire did intimidate Winterjet, if only a little. She had, perhaps faultily, believed that the Alicorn would fight her as a pegasus instead of an alicorn. It was a foolish notion, really, given how their magic was as second nature to them as hers was to herself. I may actually be able to use that. “Woulda thought you’d be brave enough to fight me using only your wings,” she taunted, rising a little higher in the air. “Could it be that my little trick surprised you that much?” I’m trying to piss off a god. Luna’s moon-covered butt, I’m an idiot. Armifera smirked, “That was my wings.” The flames dancing along her wings grew larger, and she casually lobbed a ball of fire at Winterjet with her right wing. “Any reasonably powerful pegasus with some basic training could do this.” “Your wings?” The pegasus asked, trying to hide her shock. “Well, shit.” She waved her wing in front of her, sending forth a gust of cold wind to disperse the fireball. She was just happy that it wasn’t a serious attack, as that would have just crashed through her wind and hit her. “Welp, here goes, then.” She charged again, flying in a straight line towards Armifera. Truth be told, she was getting bored with it. The alicorn did nothing but counter, and didn’t even seem to try to attack her. A spar though it may only be, she did want at least some back and forth. Armifera grinned, releasing dual columns of flame towards Winterjet and disappearing in a blur behind them. She loosed another torrent of flame from Winterjet’s front left and then rushed to her rear, wing blade crackling with electricity. Tilting her wings and throwing herself into a spiral, she dodged the twin columns with relatively little effort. The third blast of fire she caught sight of in the corner of her eyes and only just managed to fold her wings at her side, avoiding most of it. The ice she created to shield her back melted almost immediately, too. Yeah, I’m outmatched here. No doubt about that, she thought, one eye pinched close in pain from the fire. The crackle of electricity from behind her made her turn, coming face to face with Armifera. Well, shit. She beat her wings as hard as she could, propelling her backwards and, hopefully surprising her opponent, unleashed several razor sharp knives at her; small feathers from her wings covered in ice. She just hoped that her aim was true and at least one grazed her cheek or something. Armifera ducked her head, letting the feathers crash against the armor. Extending her wings, she shot a bolt of electricity with the combined force of both wings, not enough to kill but certainly a rigorous shock. She was certain, now, that winning this fight was out of the question. If the alicorn could move fast enough to effortlessly dodge everything she sent at her, then winning was simply not possible. The lightning didn’t help, either, but she had a way of avoiding that—most of it, anyway. She waited until the last moment before twisting herself so that she was ‘lying’ horizontally in the air. One wing was extended towards the air, and the other down, touching the ground. She pushed her magic to its fullest, then, focusing on creating a clear path through her body. The lightning hit the wing extended upwards, and travelled through her wings, and down into the ground. A grunt followed as she fell to the ground with a thud, sitting up shortly after. “Not doing that again,” she muttered. Looking up, she said. “I think that’s it. My wings are going to be sore for the rest of the day after that, and I’d much rather avoid further beatings.” She chuckled dryly. “Was fun, though. Your armour’s fucking annoying, by the way.” Armifera smirked, “To be fair, it’s even more annoying to be hit and not wearing armor. I haven’t even shown you what it can do when charged with lightning.” She walked over and offered a hoof for Winterjet to pull herself upright, “You’re pretty good, actually. Didn’t try to just hammer at the armor like some do.” “Doesn’t work like that unless you’re a monster like the Juggernauts who has enough strength to dent armour with their hooves,” she said, taking the hoof and standing up. She flapped her wings a few times to get the feeling back in them before folding them back at her side. “I’ve been a soldier for most of my life, I know how to fight armoured opponents. Just didn’t expect yours to be made of solid Mary Sue.” “You mean Astral steel.” “Yeah. That. Solid Mary Sue from Godland. Is it not the same thing?” She returned her teeth to those of a normal pony, as well as her eyes, smacking her lips and clacking her teeth together a few times to get used to the feeling. “Whatever the case, I can usually at least dent armour when I cut it with my blades. Yours didn’t even get a scratch.” She shrugged and turned to look at the horizon. “I should probably go, by the way. I was on my way north when I came by here, and should probably continue. I’ll swing by Cloudsdale to replenish my supplies before I continue, I think. I do think they’d allow me to stay the night, at least… Knowing them, probably not, but I can always hope.” Armifera raised an eyebrow, “I’ve been working on that. They should at least let you stay and replenish your supplies. They might even be downright friendly if you tell them I said you’re okay.” she paused, “Tell them -quietly- that freedom grows where tyrants are planted. Make sure it’s a guard with Summer’s helmet and not the standard one.” “Passwords, ‘eh?” She let out a brief chuckle. “Didn’t peck you for the secretive type, with all manner of intricate hoof signs and word jumbles. Freedom grows where tyrants are planted, then? Contradictory, if you ask me. Granted, a good tyrant is miles better than an idiotic democracy.” Armifera raised an eyebrow again, “Now now, there was never any mention of democracies. But you see, the latent Freedom energy feeds off the decaying corpse of a tyrant and thus freedom wells forth if tended properly.” She smirked as she said the second sentence, hoping Winterjet would pick up on her sarcasm -plenty of mortals were terrible about that- “Anyway yes, ‘Freedom grows where tyrants are planted. And remember, guards with Summer’s helmet only, they’re the only ones who will recognize it and not panic.” Despite the apparent seriousness of the conversation, the snowy pegasus could not help but guffaw at the sarcasm so thickly lacing every word Armifera spoke. “Pfft. Yeah. Freedom Energies, seriously? You sound just like some of those wanna-be tribes ponies who think that being part of the Everfree Tribes is all about nature and tree hugging. So… Silver coloured helmet, and mysterious phrase of ultimate sarcasm. Got it.” She nodded theatrically, trying—and failing—to look serious.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Alice walked through the crowded, noisy, smoky, and just generally obtrusive streets of Longnan, glaring off anybody who looked like they were about to try hawking overpriced baubles at her. It wasn’t a very successful tactic however, and the streetside vendors called out to her and indeed anything that walked to browse their merchandise. She mainly hoped she wouldn’t have to throw anybody this time. Last time Adela had persuaded her to go out and attempt to socialize with somebody it had ended poorly to say the least. She didn’t remember many details, though she’d managed to burn out a servo in her leg and dislocate her left shoulder. Apparently there was a restraining order or something too. She sighed, her mind wandering to Endolas’ suspicious lack of activity again. Why aren’t they doing anything? They’re either building up their forces for an overwhelming assault, or they’re going to use actual tactics and strategy. To be honest I don’t know if we could stand against either. We weren’t ready for this war, it’s almost a miracle we didn’t end up like Malnica. She grumbled to herself, “Though they certainly were quick to become Endolas’ willing bitches.” What will they do when they attack? Simply attacking us with a human wave won’t do anything, there’s only so much pure brute force can accomplish. She fingered her phone, half tempted to draw up maps and figures and try to deduce their exact plans right in the center of the street, but decided against it, if only because the noise would be distracting. It’ll be a diversionary attack probably. Big scary lump of Endolans attack somewhere and while all the real fighters are off dealing with them the crack troops show up and destroy… something. The Academy? Communications lines? Our food supplies? Release a bunch of Titans and Fae in the middle of population zones? Perhaps the- She gave a small yelp as she walked straight into a stack of boxes arranged in a pyramid of sorts, stumbling over them and falling painfully to the ground. “And who might you be, sir?! a thunderous voice boomed through what sounded like an impressive sound system. Alice blinked, pushing herself upright and stumbling back a step or two as she righted herself. She looked in the direction of the voice and raised an eyebrow. The gray haired man perched on the pyramid of crates certainly looked respectable enough. His hair was clean and well brushed, and he wore a suit that made her feel a physical pain in the area under the pocket she kept money in. “I could ask you the same question.” She stated dully, fixing him with a small, temporary glare, crossing her arms at the obviously wealthy man addressing a bunch of people in the streets from a stack of boxes. She’d let him slide just once for calling her a man, next time she’d educate him on the proper pronoun. He smiled charmingly, completely unfazed, gesturing grandiosely as he spoke, My name, good sir, is Maximillian Gerard Solomon, I am here to educate you all on why you should welcome Endolas and how they shall lead us to prosperity!” Alice’s half amused and half curious eyebrow lowered, and her usual semi-scowl took its place. “First of all,” she began, words laced with venom, “I am not a sir. Second of all, your great omniscience, please tell me why Endolas is so great, if they’re so keen on targeting civilians. Personally I’m perfectly okay with killing the ones who keep coming over here to attack us. Doesn’t seem much like they’re leading us on the road to prosperity.” Maximillian was still completely unfazed, “My apologies good lady! Please take no offense by it, my eyes do not serve me well as I age!” he paused before continuing to boom, “Endolas has technology the likes of which you and the other people have only dreamed! They wish to share it with Earth and Clericath! Their goal of universal government is for the betterment of us all, divided we are all weak minded and isolated! Combined, imagine the heights to which we all can soar! Travel could become a non-issue! All would prosper! Everybody would be equal!” Alice’s scowl deepened, “Only some would be more equal than others.” she stepped forward, pointing a finger at Maximillian, “You sound quite wonderful, ‘Maximillian’, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on Utopia. After all, Utopia is a subjective thing, and to be honest I don’t much like the sound of yours.” She shrugged, walking away from the pyramid of crates. Normally she’ve been more than willing to engage in lengthy banter with “Maximillian” for hours, but at this point she was hungry, and his calling her a man had put her in a bitter mood. She rather felt like punching something actually. She wandered around a different square filled with people, sitting down on a bench and glaring at her surroundings. Why the fuck did I come out here? Should’a just stayed back at the Academy and slept or something. Groups of people passed by, some of whom she even recognized from the Academy. They laughed their ways across the square, clearly enjoying themselves. One group was leading a grinning blindfolded man somewhere, from the sounds of it, it was his birthday. She sighed. Celica and Adela were good friends, but she couldn’t ever see herself being so carelessly happy. Something was between her and other people. Some inpenetrable barrier that she couldn’t see or feel. Mental block. Social anxiety. She didn’t know. Maybe she just wasn’t cut out for talking with people. That might explain it. Communicating through glares was easier anyway. Couldn’t really send the wrong message with a death ray glare. Alice pulled out her phone, content to just scroll around looking at random things for now, not like there was anything else to do. ________________ As she flicked through another webpage laden with meaningless drivel -it was impossible to find a decent review of replica Hungarian cavalry sabers, it seemed- something caught her eye and she glanced up. It was just an innocuous couple sitting at a fountain, apparently enjoying each other’s company. She didn’t know them from the Academy. Seemed they were just an ordinary couple enjoying the festivity. So why did it burn at her? She hurriedly jumped to her feet and briskly marched away, looking for the nearest building that looked like it served food or just something consumable in general. She was hungry. She was confused. Alice took the emotions and crammed them down into a small cranny in her mind where they couldn’t bother her. Confusion about couples embracing during a festival wouldn’t help her determine Endolas’ plans. Certainly wouldn’t help her find food. And probably not much else either. She caught sight of what looked like a bar. She shrugged, it was something.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Hi guys. I've been having problems with my skype for the past few days. So I'm posting here in the meantime. Anyway, i've a question... How do you guys do that post where two or three characters talk in a single post? Do one person control all the other characters in that single post? Sorry, I had to ask to be sure.

@Kyrisse

Or what Eldritch said.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Hi guys. I've been having problems with my skype for the past few days. So I'm posting here in the meantime. Anyway, i've a question... How do you guys do that post where two or three characters talk in a single post? Do one person control all the other characters in that single post? Sorry, I had to ask to be sure.

@Kyrisse

What we do is schedule a time when all the people whose characters are taking part are online (at times it's quite difficult...) and open a google doc and just do a collaboration in real time. So those posts with multiple characters from different people had multiple authors working on them.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

War. War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower. But war never changes. The face of war may change. Rocks give way to spears, which give way to swords and armor, which give way to muskets and bayonets, which give way to machine guns and bombs, even those give way to drones, mechas, nuclear weapons, lasers; now it gives way to magic, highly trained “Shifters” given superhuman powers and taught to fight, to maim… to kill, with them. It may look radically different, but it’s still war, still the same demon that has haunted humanity since the first groups of hunter-gatherers fought over limited resources. Another constant of war… soldiers like breaks and Shifters are no different. The upcoming festival had given the atmosphere a decidedly cheerful mood, despite the hovering specter of uncertainty over Endolas activity… or lack thereof. Everybody was happy for an excuse to relax and forget about fighting for their lives for a little while. … Except perhaps Commander Jones. Grouchy bastard. _______________________________________________________________ Alice grumbled, glaring at her computer screen. What she was going to do come this festival thing she had no idea. She really wasn’t the festive type, normally she’d just read something or attack holograms. What was the point of festivals? All they did was make her feet sore and make her cranky from fending off vendors hawking their overpriced merchandise. But something in her gut told her it might be a good idea to go to this one. Some sixth sense nudging her to go out and have a good time somehow. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it almost felt foreboding. Endolas is going to attack soon. She thought glumly, there was no logically denying it. They’d been completely silent for so long, it was only a matter of time before something happened. Probably going to try and swarm us. It’s what I’d do. Maybe throw in a few sporadic attacks to keep the charade plausible for a little longer. Then attack with everything I had, probably with feints, diversions, and pincer movements... She sighed, dropping her head onto her desk and groaning. She pushed herself up from the chair, rolling onto her bed and dragging the sheets over herself as she scrolled through various ebooks on her phone. Fuck it. I’ll go to the damn festival. Else I’m going to pull out the Art of War and spend all my waking hours theorizing on what Endolas is going to do again. S’not like I could do anything anyway, they’d jus- ooh! I’ve been meaning to read that! Her trail of thought was interrupted as she glimpsed an item among the myriad options that stuck out at her, and she rolled on to her side to begin reading, faint notions in the back of her mind about strategy and going to the festival after all.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Also, if you're not sure whether something is okay or not, just ask Kapu if it'll fly to save yourself the trouble of rewrites.

Beacons (A Post Apocalyptic RP)

*Sighs* Alright. This is dead. Any of you who were still paying attention, I'm sorry. If I ever reboot this and you'd have an interest if I did, tell me and I'll keep you in mind.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Woo, dead horsies.

@EldritchOne

Woo, dead horsies.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

I am sorry that I haven't been posting anything recently. My life has sort of picked up, gone to hell and then has since had trouble deciding between the two states of being. I'll get something up tomorrow.

Bright_Ops

We understand. Glad you're okay.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

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Napalm

I approve of where this is going.