BigPapaBelial

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Jordan Quinn

Jordan swings his Arm down and rests the butt on the ground, smiling and listening to the pair. He marvelled at Jahreszeiten Wechseln. his eyes widening, "Wow, that's spectacular! Look at those!" He leaned in to look at those wonderfully made and appointed gauntlets and the gems upon them, "That's spectacular. And they have offensive and defensive capabilities? Well that's even better." He nods then looks and marvels again at The Sword of Peace. He chuckles, "So Coach Cinter screwed up abit. Though gotta admit the Sword of Peace sounds way cooler." Again he listens to the explanation, "It's not a cutting weapon but a kinda...I dunno I don't want to say pain inducer...it's like it's a deterrent right? Nobody wants to fight if a sword hits them and they feel more pain through their whole body then in a single cut. Well that's what I think anyway." He grinned brightly, "Pretty amazing."

He swung La Longue Carabine up, checked the breach and was about to de-summon it when Oscar asked if the rifle is loaded, he looks at it then hums, "No just checked out of habit and it's not. Though that can be easily rectified." With a slightly smooth movement, clearly he's not completely familiar with his Arm yet, Jordan swings the butt up to his shoulder pulls the hammer to half cock, then swings it down to rap the butt of the rifle against the ground, the glow along the barrel getting brighter, then back up to firing position and a short movement he pulls the hammer all the way back to primed position, "It is now. Why?"

@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

Seung Bik

It's an interesting thing, the south that is. The Southern Air Temple is a wonderful place, he read the history abit before he was called down here. A place of great historical significance really, where the great Avatar Aang had called home before sealing himself away, along with his mentor Monk Gyatso. It is also where Avatar Roku had trained in Airbending. It's a spectacular place to say the least.

And upon Seung Bik, known as Brother Bik, the somewhat known young man who had endeavoured for years collecting lore, transcripts and materials on Earth Bending, arrival to the temple, he'd immediately more or less made his home in the temple library and archives. Learning everything he could. Reading accounts of Avatar Aang, and Roku, of Earth Benders who had visited and left anecdotes. Learning everything he could, wishing to add what he learns to the respositories at the Earth Bending Temple and Academy when he returned, or perhaps sending notes back while he's traveling.

It had not been too long ago that he'd been told that he'd be joining a team of benders and non benders to go out looking for the new Avatar. The cycle of Avatars had continued of course. Avatar Korra may have disconnected from her past lives, but that didn't mean the status of Avatar would not continue. Avatar Ria showed that after all, may her soul rest well. And now, the Fire Nation has another chance at producing an Avatar. It's interesting to see how this has sparked new events in the world. Some holding their breath and waiting for the reveal, others, well he's head tell of Earth Bender mercenaries being sent out to find and well, it's not good. A dark pall on his efforts to create a place for Earth Bending and students of Earth Bending sent out to murder.

He's setting down a manuscript when he feels a tug at his shirt elbow. He turns to find a White Lotus initiate there. A young girl in initiate robes. She bows shyly, "Brother Bik, the call to assemble has been made, your team is likely waiting for you." Seung looks up at the water clock nearby and gasps, "Ah! I had missed the time. Thank you young friend, can you see to these scrolls for me. I must hurry." He grabs the duffle bag at the foot of his chair and races off.

Once outside he turns to look at the stables, my but it would take awhile to run there. So he looks around to make sure no one is nearby, and planting himself, and with a powerful push, a pillar of stone launches him into the air, he sails up, up, over the wall to the stable and as he comes down he tenses and thrusts his hand down the ground coming up and he settles down into the softened ground, moments later he's standing on flat ground. Looking back as another Earth Bender with the White Lotus puts his launch site to rights and gives him a look of amusement. Seung looks to the Water, Fire and Air benders already there. He takes a step forward and it's only then that karma strikes, he trips, and faceplants on the slightly cracked ground of where he landed. He sighs, "Of course, wonderful first impression Seung..." With a push and the help of a small rock pillar he stands back up then bows, "Pardon my stumble, Seung Bik, Brother Bik if you like, or if informal, Coppercore, Earth Bender at your services." He straightens up and looks all those here already over, "Interesting. We are such a diverse group."

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

An Earth Bender all the way in the South Pole where there is no Earth to Bend for who knows how far under all that ice and snow, this will be fun haha.

Just need to try and figure out what to post now.

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan hummed and motioned to the pregnant gobliness, into the forge, past the furnace itself, and the knife billet staying heated by the hot coals. Into the tiny little living area at the rear of the smithy. A new door leading to his hut just next door cut into the wall there. Making it much easier for him to come and go back and forth between his hut and the forge. He gestures to one of the chairs, one of three, around a table made of a piece of a slab marble and several stout pieces of wood. He gestures to one of the chairs, "Sit. I have spoken on his matter." It's a stern way of saying it, but she says her feet are swelling which can only mean pain, which needs rest to help it. He waits for her to sit before he sits as well pulling a pitcher over and pouring some sweet water into two cups. He places one in front of her and nods, "You are right. As an elder of the tribe and a craftsman I am afforded some fortune."

He looks at the young woman, "Normally I wouldn't worry too much about this. It is our way, the males don't meddle int he affairs of birth." He nods slowly before continuing, "But as you say I have an investment perhaps, in your litter, a child, a boy, someone to pass my knowledge onto." He settles into his chair letting it creak beneath him, he looks across at Siwa, "But besides all that, I'd be a fair poor goblin if I were to ignore your plight." He chuckles, "I would have helped you for the asking even if you didn't potentially bear a pup of mine." He nods, "You will have free run of my smithy and my hut, and when I go to gather my food weekly you may come and sup daily if you like. I'll find someway to make it work. I have spoken on this matter." He makes a gesture to say he will say no more, having said his part.

The old goblin relaxed in his chair and nodded, "Moving on to other topics, when you are ready to dance again, I'd like to assist you. I have an idea. Though it may be looked down upon by the chief and the shamans for misusing my iron, I will make you bells, and large jangling rings, so when you dance you may make a merry din to go along with your steps." He nods, "Yes, I'd like to do this for you Siwa. But not until you have birthed and are ready to dance again. Yes?"

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Oli Cinter and Jordan Quinn

Jordan grinned broadly and pumped his fist. Not because this situation is amazing, no, more that he gets to use his Noble Arm in a situation that he can actually test what he's been learning here in the Academy. Shooting at targets and bottles is one thing, but this time he'll be able to see how his Arm works when it's actually in a situation where it counts. Targets and bottles don't move very much after all. He takes a deep breath, "Alright...so...what now?" He looks at the two other students, no his teammates, then back at Coach Cinter.

Oli for his part is nodding slowly and it looks like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. He relaxes a little, "For now you three, go about your days as usual." Internally Oli is spinning in circles and yelling victoriously I got all three! Aw yeah I rock!, is the thought in his head at that moment, but he keeps a straight face, "I need to alert the Director about your agreement to the assignment. When the times comes to stand too, I or another, more like myself, will email you with an alert to get into position when the time comes. For now, you three, maybe stick around get to know each other." He grins, "And thank you, sincerely and deeply, for taking on this mission gentlemen. We can consider this a huge step in the right direction for yourselves, the school and for Noble Arms everywhere. I'll leave you be and go and alert the Director." He winks at the three turns on his heel and tromps off.

Jordan blinks, "Well, umm I'll be honest, I've only ever seen the two of you at a distance. So uh, "I'm Jordan Quinn, from Alberta Canada, it's great to meet you." He hums then takes a deep breath and holds out his hand, that walnut finish, silver and platinum musket appearing in his outstretched hand, "And this, is La Longue Carabine, named after a great Mohawk scout way back during colonization. So I guess I'm our long range option in all this." He smiles, "So, yeah pleased to meet you both." He spun his Noble Arm up onto his shoulder, resting it over his right shoulder almost casually.

@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece

Oli jogged down the halls carefully, weaving through early bird students heading to class early or too other venues as the time for class draws nearer. Up he goes, towards the Director's office. Checking the time, his first class isn't for awhile yet, so he has time. Taking the stairs three at a time until with a hop, and a little skip step he stops at the Directors door. Straightening his coat and the shirt under it he reaches up and raps on the door, calling through it, "Director? It's me Oliver Cinter, I have an update for you."

@Letter Bee

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

I'm having waaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much fun with Mistihkoman.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

Mistihkoman crept closer and closer to Logan, his short, stout form hunched over to leave him low to the ground. Oh he's going to get the man, and there is almost nothing anyone can do about that. Well unless someone plays to the Native man's sense of helping others. That dark look on his face fades as he straightens and sees that Barnabus seems to be in danger. Mistihkoman for a moment weighs his options. But soon he's turning and with a purposeful dangerous stride starts towards the man and the pair of goons attacking him.

Ah but it's not that easy, for another of their group had flanked the Native Scout while he was stalking Logan. And as Mistihkoman prepares his arm, he feels two heavy arms wrap around him from behind and a smoke burned voice cry out, "I've got the redskin! Someone help me!"

Oh he's not going to let that happen so easily. With a push all his weight and every ounce of strength in his back Big Knife kicks at the floor driving himself and his grappler back bang into the wall. For a moment the arms holding him are free. Mistihkoman raises the arm holding his tomahawk, above his head then down and forward releasing his grip, the hand axe almost buzzing as it flips end over end through the air...

Mistihkoman feels arms lock back around him but his eyes are on the tomahawk, it flips past several men who dive out of the way and...that wet sound of skin, fabric and bone part. As the axe bites into the cyclops' back just left of the spine, so close if just a fingers width to the right it would have paralyzed the man. So close. Mistihkoman shouts to Barnabus, "Use this time moniyew! Use my tomahawk even!" Then he feels arms close back around him fully. Locked in the embrace from behind.

Goblins of the Wilds

As usual there is a steady sound from the smithy that Koglan Ironweaver works out of. It'd been three months now since he had laid with Siwa and given her his part to her litter. And a few times since then she'd returned. Much to his quiet amusement. He admits that she's interesting company. On top of that her idea to start fashioning rings, necklaces and bracelets has paid fruit. Those strange coins that the humans use for currency he believes the word is, had come in, for his work he got a small amount of them and had learned that they could be used in trade. Which confused him to no end. It sounded like the humans could use them to buy goods and services, unlike with the goblins where all were welcome to their good and fortune as long as they put in the work. It didn't quite make sense to him, not really.

But from those fruits borne from making adornments he'd increased his iron supply and his ten few steel ingots had growned to nineteen, good strong steel to be used when the right time came. At the moment he's working on a knife, a good long curved blade, something at scout or hunter might use.

As he works heating the weapon billet he looks out the window to his forge and sees someone he was not expecting. That looks like Siwa. And he's really not sure why she'd be here at his forge any. He hums and places the knife billet on the edge of the furnace and uses a rag to dry and wipe his hands clean. Then walks towards the door to his forge. Waiting and watching the young gobliness approach, arching a brow curiously, "Hello there, young goblin." He starts then quirks his head to the side, "What brings you here? Are you okay Siwa?" He looked her over and her obviously gravid state. He hums softly curious for her reasons.

Goblins of the Wilds

@Aristocles

So I see. I've been busy most of the day, I'll try and get in a post asap I swear.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Wasteland growled and was getting closer right up until she saw that shard of rock lancing towards her, she dug claws into earth slowed abit then hurled herself to the side. At the same time Lex had fired a few more shots into the smoke when he heard a sound he hated. He dropped to one knee as the return fire came at him. He ducked his head to weather the return fire. By the time he lifted it most of the smoke had cleared, he swore rather loudly, something about fornication. Then teared towards the jeep they had left, he whistled as he raced over, shoving people aside as he ran, not stopping to see if they were hurt. He couldn't just leave it be right now not after this got started. As he vaulted the hood of the jeep Wasteland is right behind him, he jumps into his side of the jeep, kicks open the door for his dog, who then closes the door behind her. Yep, using those big jaws of hers.

All the adrenaline in his system allows him to get the jeep started in record time, and they tear out of the little shadowy spot they had found, in pursuit of the bikes and chopper. He dug for his cellphone and rang up the first person he could think of, after abit he said, "Mr. Tseng? Sir? I'm following the target and two others on bikes right now with a chopper above us too, who's in that? Sir?" He swerves around a slower car in the road, "Who ever is in there sir, I hope they got some skills, the target has magic abilities, tore up the ground at my feet to throw off my aim." He swerves around a large truck in the road, still in pursuit, "Anyway I'm in pursuit sir. I'm not losing this target."