AtomicNut

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Sigma bit her nail. Everything had gone to hell. Her team had started before time, and lost a frame in a futile struggle, down to Elora and her now. Doing such a thing and even still failing. I might die of embarrassment of this.She thought while pondering the situation. Sooner or later, other frameworks would catch their position. Frankly, to be honest, It was going to be a hell to endure.

Elora's action was inspiring. With such little coaxing, she had fiercely charged on some sort of explosion guy. She felt reassured. But then, another mecha pounced, making Elora's action moot. Worse, it was one of the top heavy frames. Damn, sorry. This all was my fault.

"Run away, Elora." Sigma said blandly as she saw the new guy sweeping with force at her. She shot the slug hurriedly at the center of mass, before discarding the rifle...

...and bringing her plasma cutter, which she held in a counterattack to cut the steel blade, as she jumped with her thrusters to at least avoid damage. If it didn't work It'd probably lose her legs. But better the legs than the fight.Know what? That hulking brute is not the only guy with plasma.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

"I don't know Kirrian, this is more weird than the time that I catwalked on heels due to a bet!" Rickie forced to talk, seemingly pressed to keep up Kirrian's fast pace. So much for the composed, responsable adult. Well, responsable adults didn't wave fingers and blew up trees! He kept pacing after the nimble boy, the weight of his body burdening him.Ah damnit i really need to lose weight! He thought.

Maybe I should call myself the magnificent El Wizardo from now on? Rickie pondered. But that didn't matter much. He just wanted to leg it like Kirrian. Just in case they did attract something.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

"You surely aren't implying the monkeys are out of there to kill us, right?" Rickie said, half in jest, half in worried sentiment. For the record, he better not do witty one liners again. He seemed to suck this.

He remembered what Kirrian said about focusing better. "Actually, this whole thing feels odd. I mean, I have something into the corner in my mind, like it's clawing in there, ever since I came here." Rickie added to Kirrian. He continued walking along the path, wincing and pinching his nose.

How was it? I remember the voice, and then strange knowledge, are those related? He thought to himself, and then added to Kirrian. "You know, i have to describe it like..."

And then all that came from Rickie's mouth was ominous gibberish. For some reason, it felt natural, and very weird. He wasn't supposed to know arcane words before. And how he did know about those being arcane words? Then, an ugly knot in the stomach built up, and Rickie tried to wave the anxiety off by waving his hands.

BOOOOM

The fireball impacted clearly on a tree, which then promptly and messily made wood snapping sounds as it tilted and fell to the ground. Birds and monkeys, panicking, went scattered in every single direction. Rickie still had one of his hands on fire, but he wasn't registering the pain, he just stood still, processing the utter nonsense of magic he had just done. At last, a single sentence came from his mouth.

"MADRE DE DIOS!"¹ He stood there, mouth agape. He finally managed to take notice on his hand which he frantically waved to put out the fire."AH!" He then stared at Kirrian. Then at the tree. Then at his feet. Then at the sky. Then at himself. Then at Kirrian again.

"What the hell did i just do...?"

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¹ Mother of God

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Also, you write fast! I was editing brier's part excusing herself out, and you wrote amber's first. Might want to revise it...

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Brier and Amber surely get along!

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Ash's mood just seemed to worsen by moments. Earlier the day, he had hoped to somehow get by and remain unnoticed. After some talks, a bounty, a blizzard, and a perhaps too observant guard, he had all the stares of every single lesser Lord and Bannermen the Weades had. And to top it off, the one person he was not supposed to meet to avoid trouble was actually calling him. Gregar godsbedamned Weade, the Oakheart. What a fine mess. Last time I saw him, he bounded me in chains and didn't take too kindly of his men falling to my weapons. And there were the stares. It was like...if they were awaiting a performance.

He paused, and raised his hands to his helmet. Well, what the hell, let's give them the show of their lives, then. He added, while dropping it, revealing his face in full. He intensified his stare, eyes directly glaring at Gregar Oakheart.

"You know me well, Oakheart. I am after all, the Knightslayer and the bane of your troops." Ash said with his deep voice. "Yet, I come here not as lackey of Duke Perris, for my relationship with him has ended.I have no desire to fight you over nothing." He added, his hand slowly reaching for his sword. "However my life is all I have, and I will not part with it easily. Pardon my rudeness if I fight back." He added, to back up his defensive stance."You asked for my name, m'lord, and that much I'll give. Know that I am Ash, son of Lily the prostitute, and my place of birth is the Whitelands." He smirked slightly. "However, if your lordship would be so kind of staying his hand, he will know that money cannot buy blood. I'll gladly lend you my sword to protect the resting place of my mother." He finished, awaiting a response.

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Brier clutched the folds of her ruined dress tightly. She wasn't in the mood of tasting food nor wine. The emotion she had when she met Mir, her little Mir, all grown up and regal, had all but faded out. She really wanted to tell how proud she was, and make up for lost time, but more empowering emotions were threatening to burst outside. Specially after Gregar's talk about war, and asserting Amber's rule. Really, these two should marry, I mean, he's chosen to tell about Amber to his troops, and forgotten about me. Not sure if on purpose... I hate war politics. Brier bit her lip, and then gestured for Joakim to lend her an ear.

"Blackwood is lost, Mir. I'm sorry for telling you this way and putting the burden of you, but I can't keep myself in check for much longer. Kevin is dead, and so was my little Brian, killed by a mob who drove me out. I'll excuse myself now, lest i break before all of your brother's lords and bannermen. Tell them I went to see mother." Brier whispered, before gathering all her remaining grace, bowed out and headed towards the tower, where her mother was, struggling to not let her tears out.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

I was good, though I am concerned of not having any kind of turn posting at all. Others might've wanted to get in.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Not anymore. Although another of Sigma's tricks was revealed, but better to lose a fight and gain an ally.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

"Hm" Sera somberly expressed her annoyance upon seeing the shot not being as effective as she initially thought. Still Serah and Ian were locked in that battle, and Sigma was just busy reloading the rifle, while taking notice of all the datafeed Elora was giving. Ian was fighting an uphill battle. And cornered soldiers were prone to last att...Hell no! Sigma braced herself, seeing how Ian was for a final bout focusing on all offense. She grimaced, starting her Jetpack. "DAMN!" She let out a slight course through the intercomm. One of her team was down, but then the communication came.

"Don't worry, Serah. You earned the cake. Elora, cover us and follow us." She added, as the power of the jetpack thruster roared, giving a distinctive signature, before being propelled at space-travel speeds towards Serah, grabbing the frame in the process and then speeding towards the ruins. "It's a good think this frame has options for salvage and rescue operations."

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

@AtomicNutFixed it, Ian's now down one Blade, which hamoers him slightly, but still allows him to keep combat effectiveness. The more he loses, however, the less survivable hus situation will become.

@Raijinslayer

Okay, thank you.