Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

Yeah, your choices do matter, I believe.

Hence, it was Paine who Enzo asked to save Rei. While this arc would try to focus on Drakus, it's by no means something to force him to become a hero. If Drakus does choose to be a hero, something will happen which will push the story in another direction. If Paine goes in to do the hero work, the Witch will do something else. If Rei gets out alone, the story changes again :D

So, yeah, just do what your character would do, and the story will flow nonetheless. If something important comes up, I'll be PMing you so that we can discuss how you want the story will flow.

In this case, depending on who does what to save Rei (which is the focal point for this scene), I'll be pming the needed people :D
Witches normally operate in covens anyway, so, it would still make sense to have multiple witches. The one I've been hatching up is still alive as a mastermind of some sort.

I've planned multiple arcs-- like, for Harbingers of the Swarm, it would mainly focus on Drakus' character development, hopefully. Although, there's no harm for others to shine. Lol i had to read through all your bios to get a story.

On the other hand, AwesomeZero5 does have a point. If water is your weakness, you should have a marked disadvantage (which should have played well into Drakus' hero moment).
The Harbingers of the Swarm




Major Battle: @azoicsiren @AwesomeZero5
Mentions/Possible Reinforcements: @Dark Light

As Rei went under the water, Enzo staggered up to the side of the pond as he rolled his eyes before glancing at Paine with a bored expression. Enzo placed a steady hand on the hilt of his blade before sighing in exasperation. "I swear, Rei and that silver stag will be the death of each other. While I'm not saying love, I can definitely see that they deem each other as equals as compared to the two of us. We're just the fucking side characters in their fucking cunt of a novel." Enzo shrugged his shoulders as he bent down, scooping some of the pond's water in his hands. The murky darkness of the pool was not unnerving to say at least, but Enzo wasn't sure if the others could smell that strange pungent odor which wafted by his nose as he got closer to the water. The scent itself wasn't strong, and if it wasn't for Enzo's past experience with demonology, he would have easily missed it.

He lifted the water to his nose, taking a deep whiff of the murky liquid. Immediately, Enzo's eyes widened, his free hand tightening on his blade. Enzo cursed for a few seconds before finally spilling the water and lifting his moist finger to his mouth in order to taste and confirm his suspicions.

The tangy and sour flavor of the water filled his mouth and it took everything for Enzo not to gag as he spat unto the ground. The boy stood up, almost like a prey who sensed a predator stalking it in the vast wilderness. There was nothing around them but miles of trees and shrubbery, and from what Enzo tasted, if the three of them screamed, no one would be there to hear.

The first thought that jettisoned inside Enzo's mind flashed like lightning in his eyes: they were in danger.

"The water... diluted with tons of Kappa blood, but that's not all," Enzo turned to Paine with a worried expression, the fatigue in his eyes replaced with the trained vigilance of an experienced killer. "The taste of corruption... like, the kappa has been corrupted but the corrupted blood tasted familiar... from back home: the mambabarang..."

As Rei dove deeper, the disturbance she caused caused a bloated figure to float to the murky surface of the pond, just in front of Enzo and Paine. The arachne legacy held up a hand to cordon Paine back from the decomposing kappa corpse as Enzo approached. The lad drew his kris and poked the kappa's putrid corpse. However, the moment the blade touched the soggy flesh, the corpse's skin burst into horrid fissures as a swarm of insects crawled out of the crevices on the body. Apparently immune to drowning and water, the insects began forming a dark cloud on the water's surface before attempting to creep towards land. Much to Enzo's horror, their nightmare wasn't over: more and more kappa corpses floated to the surface, now with insects bursting out from their bodies.

Suddenly, the corpses twitched to life, the kappas springing into action as a few of them jumped to the surface with insects pouring out from their emaciated figures. They were definitely dead, but some dark spell was weaved into them, and these insects were now controlling them like puppets.

"There's a fucking witch..." Enzo backed off, still making to stay in front of Paine as if protecting him. His eyes snapped to the remaining kappas who were now reanimated in the pond. Their dead and blank eyes blinked before they dove to pursue the serpentine legacy, to drown her for her naivety. "How did a fucking witch get inside the academy?!"

Then, one of the kappas lunged at them, prompting Enzo to counter with a swift slash. The kappa's soft flesh melted against Enzo's blade as it was decapitated in half. As it fell to the forest floor in a bisected heap, insects flowed out of its halves. But, behind them, another kappa leaped out from the shadows as it targeted Paine with the aim of burrowing its insects into him. However, before the beast could sink its claws into the boy, Enzo muttered a chant as a large armored warrior faded into existence with a burst of hazy smoke behind Paine. The kappa slammed against the spirit-armor before writhing on the floor, but the spirit-armor, known as the Panday, heaved its greatsword with tremendous strength and brought it down on the demon with such force that its head splattered into a bloody, insect-filled pile.

Backing away to give himself some space, Enzo knelt on the ground as he panted just as the Panday followed suit behind him.

"It's better if we flee, but we can't leave Rei to drown!" Enzo shouted to Paine as he spun his blade. "I'll hold off the kappas on the ground! Try to see if you can help Rei! Once she gets out, we bolt for the hills! I fucking told you there's a reason this pond is off-limits!"

The remaining four kappas on the land twitched and hissed at them, their mouths frothing with black blood and swarms of black insects. Their green flesh was turning black and blue, necrosis setting in as their eyes bled the same onyx blood. Their movements were eccentric, unpredictable as if they were possessed. Then, without warning, they rushed at the two with their claws outstretched. Enzo and his spirit-armor dashed against them, meeting the kappas in combat before he turned to Paine.

"Go! Help Rei!" Enzo managed to shout before cleaving a kappa in two and quickly backing away to not let the spilling insects get on his body.

There was so many questions floating in his mind, but the most disturbing of them all was the query of how a witch was able to get inside the academy without any of the teachers noticing. Something was going wrong, and Enzo had a feeling that this was just a prelude to a deadly and, probably, fatal symphony in their life as students in the School of Death.

Maybe this was the reason this school was aptly named.
I have a feeling that the GM has already abandoned this RP.

A good idea would be to have a new GM to manage the story :)

But, nonetheless, I'll be posting :3

EDIT: Best that I stir shit up with my post just to set like a plot for the story, rather than just revolve around school life XD
The Price of Magic


TAKEN


"Marry my prince, and I will show you what your magic can become."

She had always craved to learn and master the magical arts. She delved into dusty parchments gnawed by the ages to uncover the ancient secrets, to further stretch her learning beyond the unknown limits. She tore through scroll after scroll to perfect the craft of the arcane secrets that swelled within each human being.

As the heiress of her small kingdom of Nidrer, YC knew she would one day inherit her parents' lands to protect. And, she needed to be stronger to drive off any would-be attacker once word reaches that she had become queen. After all, a female ruler was believed to be a sign of weakness for any kingdom.

So, as droves of relentless suitors stormed the castle to claim her hand in marriage, the princess busied herself with pushing her magic to the edge. That was until the neighboring kingdom of Kastalur sent her an offer they knew she would find hard to refuse.

After pulling strings that ran deeper than the lands of Yulmar, they sent a tutor in the arcane arts to the princess.

Kirad, though a young man in the middle of his twenties, stood as a giant in the magical world. As the last member of a group of wizards who were deemed too dangerous to be kept alive, the young magician possessed an arsenal of immense powers. They were believed to have been wiped out, but god knows how Kastalur found him.

Thus, as the tutor arrived at her court, he bore a condition: Kirad would tutor the princess in the magical arts until she mastered it, but at the end of the contract, she was bound to marry the prince of Kastalur.

Hence, their adventure would begin: a legendary mage tutoring a princess. And, she would never dare to break the contract, not when a metaphorical god of magic stood as a possible enemy of her people.

Or, would she? And, at what cost?





Hey! If you survived that plot reading, then, congrats! So, I have a few requests for my future partners:

1. I'd definitely request someone who can match my writing :D I typically write around 3 or more paragraphs, but it depends on my mood, really.

2. While I never nitpick grammar, a comprehensible grasp of the language is much appreciated.

3. I am quite a slow-paced writer, but I do have days where I can burst through multiple replies. However, my average is around one every two days. I hope this is not an issue.

4. The plot above is definitely HIGH FANTASY with a heavy emphasis on magic and spells :D Thus, I do encourage my potential partner to be very creative hehe :) There is a lot of world-building involved, so, the more liberated you are with that, the better :3

5. While I already have a rough idea of where the story goes, a partner who can drive the plot is a big cookie point :D It takes two to tango, after all! The more twists, the better!

6. Slow burns are better, in my opinion. Romance is a good occurrence, but it doesn't have to be the main focus.

7. I'll only accept one person for this plot :D I'll update once it has been taken!
@azoicsiren@Double Capybara@AwesomeZero5

"Wolves and lions lack conscience and awareness," Enzo replied to Deborah with a huff. "While they are merely acting on instinct, demons fully know that, when bisected, neither human halves grow back. They know that they are killing us, and unless you deliberately threaten a wolf, you won't really be mauled. Demons on the other hand..." Her naivety really irked Enzo, and if she was comparing wolves to demons, then, it was hard for him to take her seriously.

With Rei, however, he felt a cold pang to throb his heart.

"I don't take pride or pleasure in ending the life of another," Enzo replied, taking a few steps towards Rei. "When I kill demons, I don't think of how glorious the fight was or how awesome I performed. I don't fight for glory or to prove," He shot a glare at the unfriendly, silver stallion. "That I'm better than others." Enzo grimaced before finally standing in front of Rei, onyx eyes scrutinizing her. "None of those interest me. I fight for those who cannot, for those who are not as fortunate as us, and for those who are threatened to be swallowed by the things darker than them."

While he never really knew how skilled Rei was, as a fellow legacy, he had an inkling of just how proficient she might be at the art of reaping. Aside from her peak health, she also possessed the capacity to kill without hesitation. Her eyes were like daggers, and Enzo knew that while they were both legacies, she could easily defeat him without even trying. She had the skill to back up her confidence and she did not hesitate to stain her hands.

However, she lacked empathy and kindness. Something that reapers needed but aren't taught.

"I fight for a peaceful future. One where children can live and play without fear of being torn apart." He mumbled before he backed off with a few steps. "I don't think I'll live longer, but you guys will. You might fall in love or pop out some kids, and I want to devote my efforts into creating that world for your future families. I won't have my own, but I'll damn make sure you guys can." He shook his head, resigning to the fact that these people will never understand where he's coming from. Always at the cusp of the death with every decision being a vital crucible between ruination and redemption-- he never really expected any of them to know the value and weight of life. They were all of the same age, but his years were numbered. He was forced to grow up earlier, to leave a legacy of putting others first until his beaten body could stand no longer. "That's why I don't enjoy 'my carnage of slaughtered demons'. It reminds me that peace is still so far away."

Still, he had to lighten up and shove away the melancholy when one of the newer arrivals greeted them in the kitchen. He could almost swear the guy looked like a lanky dog with its bangs too long for its face. He barely could make out the guy's eyes, and even with that, the boy's weird speaking patterns unnerved Enzo to some extent.

Strangely enough, he could feel some sort of connection with the newcomer. Whether it was because they both looked like literally one cough away from tumbling into their respective graves, Enzo could see himself in the kid. Skinny and with a posture that screamed 'put me out of my misery', the only thing they differed in was the guy's lack of an unhealthy pallor.

"Hey, there," Enzo coughed before smiling at him. "Nice to see you up. There are pancakes and eggs if you're hungry." He approached the lad before extending his hand in greeting. "Name's Enzo. I don't think I've met you before? I didn't see you during the introductions."
Still open as far as I know :) Although, @Hitman is the boss
"Know," Enzo grimaced, looking at his classmates who were already willing to go. "That I am there to protect them. I cannot stop all of you from going, but I can protect those who cannot fight. You've never dipped your hands in blood, have you, Luke?" The sickly legacy coughed into his palm before balling his fists. "You think demons are just jokes? A bedtime story parents tell their kids?"

Horrid memories of the demonic wars he had fought in throbbed within the recesses of Enzo's mind, and he couldn't stop his teeth from gritting. All reapers sank their hands in the shadows to make sure that the upper world need not dirty themselves. They wallowed in nightmares to ensure that the innocents slumbered in peace. They died in darkness so that the many may thrive in the light. The art of reaping was no joke, and to treat the demons who claimed countless lives as a light fantasy was an insult to those who laid desecrated upon the soil across the world.

This guy... he was blessed with health and strength... and yet he squandered it on naivete and carelessness.

Enzo definitely loathed this guy.

"You think demons are cool?" Enzo smiled at him, malice dripping from the curves of his lips. "You might wanna ask the children who were drowned by kappas, swallowed whole by bakunawas if they thought it was cool." However, Enzo decided not to pursue it too much. If others enjoy the thrill of getting themselves killed, he couldn't stop them. But, it would be a greater dishonor not to protect them. "You may say I'm being dramatic, but you've never fought a demon. Never seen someone torn apart by their hands. But, I did."

Blood spurted as one of his elderly kinsmen, Serafico, fell to the ground with a demon's claws embedded in his chest. It was the second day of the War in Arayat when the Arachne Clan felt the fatigue and pressure from fighting over a hundred demons. Pushed back to their last bastion, the remaining defenders put up a final stand with their summons shackled to their side. Enzo had swallowed his fear then as he summoned once more his triumvirate of spirits. His eyes glazed over the mangled bodies of his fallen clan members, and the fear that gripped his heart was replaced with fury.

"I know I cannot stop you, and that, you cannot take responsibility for the lives of our classmates," Enzo declared. "But, I will. So, lead, and I'll pick up after your mess."
Interaction/s: @Reshy134 @Arreyis @azoicsiren @Krytavius

"Yoga, huh?" Enzo remarked, observing the muscle linings on the woman's body ripple as a consequence of the deep stretches she performed. He had often heard of yoga's aptitude for relaxation. Normal people would see two different poses being done, but for him, he just witnessed two ways on how to send him straight to the hospital. He wasn't confident of his body's ability, and while he had trained before, he still couldn't risk it. "Could teach me that one day. I heard it can make miracles. Perhaps, it will work on me." A rich laugh of amusement spilled from Enzo's lips as he carried on with his pancakes.

He tried not to show it, but with the compliments coming from both Ryanne and Mei, even a spider would find himself tangled in glee.

"Heh," Enzo let a shy smile curve his lips, cheeks dusting slightly pink. Enzo knew it was pathetic to feel so proud of just being able to make pancakes for others, but in his life, he had never been capable enough of such simple things. It was always him being treated like glass, shielded away from the world's shadows. The young Enzo definitely understood the need for such boundaries and limitations, but decades of being held behind the barbed wires of life to just look at his surroundings change without the influence of his hand was a fate that Enzo refused to doom himself to. He was as much as a reaper as anyone and for so long, he only wanted to be acknowledged. And, if acknowledgment comes from him cooking above-average pancakes, then, he'd take it.

Starved for recognition and affection... Oh, how pathetic and poor he was, and yet, here he stood. Among one of the best and the brightest.

"Thanks, Lepidos and Ryanne," Enzo grinned at her, a glint of genuine happiness dancing behind his irises. "Cooking did allow me to relax back home. Made me feel in control of myself. Grounded."

The smile on Enzo's face would have continued on until the rest of the day if wasn't for Levi's information on their plans for the morning. The pools, where the kappas lived, were already declared to be out of bounds. There was a strict rule for students to avoid these demons of the deep, and there was a good reason for these rules. While Enzo was certainly confident in being able to fend off a kappa, he couldn't say the same for the greenhorns or for those without combat experience. Rules were meant to be followed because they guarded the lives of all who lived by it.

"W-well," Enzo nervously looked at Levi. "Isn't that forbidden? It was explicitly stated not to look for them." His voice struck an octave deeper. "Kappas are no jokes, Levi. They've killed multiple children... people... Especially, in Japan," He turned to Mei at this as if asking for her confirmation. "I hate to be that guy, Levi, but rules are rules. They're there for a reason. And, the reason is for none of us to return home in body bags before we're actually meant to die."
TAKEN
© 2007-2017
BBCode Cheatsheet