Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

~~~Electromancy~~~

Serge was next. Slowly he rose, his figure moved from the table and onto the center clearing where the stage had once been. Immediately he bowed at the waist then spoke in his Djarkel accent, his tone authoritative and firm with each word. He introduced him and spoke about his purpose with great command while he raised upright again. He turned his head to glimpse the source of a marching sound drawing nearer. Each stomping step getting louder and louder until they reached the hall, their figures able to be seen as three of Uicle’s Golems. All looked almost identical from their six foot to their larger torso, each sided by gorilla like arms. Their elements easy screamed what they were, two being metal and the last a wind one with its body swirling and shifting the air into a condensed form.

They moved to surround the electromancer teacher as his eyes shifted between all three. He was mentally ensure all were present and accounted for while his arms fell to his sides. A few seconds passed before the wind golem moved. Its figure slashed out a gust of wind, nearly invisible save for the movement that betrayed it. It didn’t matter though as his eyes weren’t turned to spot the the attack, his arm already charging. For a moment it seemed like it would indeed hit him. Instead, he jerked to the side then tossed out a lightning bolt from his arm to hit the wind golem in surprise. The wind golem vanished from sight to hide causing the other two golems to stir into action as well. The metal ones had two maces which could easily cripple his movement if Serge allowed them to hit his defenseless body.

His body still backpedaling and trying to avoid the attack while the mace slashed at his middle. Serge started to apply an opposing charge to his hand, then he slammed out his palm and sent the metal golem flying back. It crumbled, with dents and bumps, into a heap unable to get back up. Distracted by his earlier target, the other metal golem took the chance to attack then lashed out with its mace. Serge again barely dodged and countered with a with a twisting gesture causing the golem to collapse within itself. The wind golem was still an issue as it floated about then launched another gust into his exposed back.

Again, he seemed to sense it coming then jerked about to avoid it. However, he wasn’t quick enough and the airblade managed to slice his shoulder causing him to glare at the golem in irritation. Many would assume the assault was planned but in reality, it wasn’t. Bleeding a bit, his let his electrical energy flow through his body as it started to cackle the air making it heat and sizzle. It was in a controlled and close range area while he easily located the golem. Most his students would know what he was using was ESP and how to apply it at numerous levels.

Recalling he had hit the wind golem earlier, he focused on the static causing it to build up over a few seconds. His hands were at his front and pressed together as his feet spread out, stabilizing his body. He need to account for the larger power behind this bolt compared to the last because the golem was to be destroyed. The wind golem went in for another attack and Serge struck out, his body twisted with his right arm carrying the current to shot at the side. Most would've expected the lightning to head straight but instead it arced and pulled toward the static, attracted to the negative ions like a homing beacon.

The golem immediately broke and shattered back into pieces, vanishing shortly. He made last comment about his class including about being taught the responsible of such power and how to use it wisely. Then he walked off toward his seat.

~~~Aeromancy~~~

Dervis was the last to go, bringing the demonstrations to an end, and rose from his seat. He was dressed in a simple tunic, pants, and boots though they were fitting for the occasion. Clean and simply designed as his steps were silent with each step, despite the heaviness of his walk. He was clearly using a stealthy application in aeromancy by muffling the sound from reaching others.

He padded out to the center and introduced himself, stating what people were to expect in his class and they could command. His voice filled the room as it seemed to surround everyone, each word was crisp and clear. It was a brief introduction that showed what type of teacher he was with his image and how he held himself.

After he finished, he began his demonstration. His hands flickered and swirled about each other causing the wind collect within his hands. Dervis' mind centered and condensed the air into a blurry ball, his fingers clawed to compact the energy then released it. It began as a small whirlwind that whipped around to collect the remains of the golems, the air gently popping out the dents and mending them though likely Tyrael or Val would be forced to hammer them back together properly.

After a bit more he set them back their feet then used his wind to set the tables and chairs back into their place. Once complete he took a bow, excited and brought the demonstrations to their finale.

Ovak

Ovak listened to the student’s comment as they watched the demonstrations together, his hand reached for his drink to sip a bit then spoke in a gentle voice. “Considering what happened last year, would anything actually compare? Through I will agree as there’s less excitement this round. Right now, the subtle message is mainly that the college still has power. Rather more tasteful than proving it through total force which makes the school out to be a bully. Through many of the teachers are still actually holding back if you actually think about it. Lidda turned into a fully grown Wyvern which took time but could easily burn a normal human to a crisp since, unlike dragons, their flame isn’t magical. It’s natural chemical base.”

His words ceased when heard Leith's assumption and smirked. “I leave what I can see up to interpretation. Many accept I can see the future, namely as the world’s fate is never set in stone. Ever changing and fluid with the passing time. Others say I can see the effect of an individual’s choice. What the result will have on them, their loved ones and more importantly the world. Few even believe these rumors are exaggerations because I only see the core truth of a person which allows my mind to determine their future.”

The archmage took another sip of his drink then continued. “As for your curiosity, that could lead you into trouble if you’re not careful. Many dangerous paths often end with a simple act of curiosity. By the time someone realizes the result, it’s well on its course to happening and unable to be stopped. A fact few dare to see since they, as you put focused on themselves. Hypothetically, such a thing is best left to the gods. It’s too much trouble to deal with and has a price too steep to entertain. Especially as choices often create it.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

:P I would be careful you don't get licked back? The funny bit, Rtron was suppose to get up what Althalus was doing with Mar.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Noted. I'm still about, this month just has been unforgiving as you can tell by all my activity.

@Gowi

Noted and thank you Gowi.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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No worries, your spot is safe

@nitemare shape

^-^ Thanks!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

At least I don't have to worry about my absence affecting much, namely as I might vanish due to losing my net. So if I got MIA, know it's not on purpose! XD

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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It would also rip a hole in the time space continuum.

@Sep

That's why I would laugh my ass off.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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"That's my secret. I'm always confused."

@Dervish

Watch Viv take Tolun instead of Xid... I'll laugh my ass off.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 2, 12:10-12:19 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Arena |~

After the Jedi had been put asleep, the little droid ended up quickly scattering down the narrow tunnel of the vents. It was clear Navi was frantic and panicked as his thinner legs clicking along the metal insides, the force quickly propelling him down the path he was set on. It took him a few minutes to determine his location before he came to a skidding halt. Scanning its surroundings, it came to a conclusion it was completely lost… again. The droid whirled in what could easily been assumed to be the droid version of cursing out his rotten luck and foolish haste, his sensors trying to determine his location. He knew going back was a dead end, his programming shivering at seeing Xid laying there motionless, causing him to keep moving to see if he could discover another way out.

A long time passed before something caught his attention, his interior clock reading 12:02 Standard Galactic Time, while he peered down to look at the source. Immediately his sensors registered Korens figure being escorted by a few Imperial Troopers. An idea clicked in the metal circuits as Navi followed the small group, his figure using the vent to keep out of sight while he kept reasonably close.

It wasn’t long before they came to the arena where Navi was forced to stop just outside the entrance. Without warning, the troopers immediately lifted Koren and tossed him into the pit below, his force power kicking in enough just to prevent him from breaking something. While troopers just stood there along the upper edge and watching the Jedi, Navi had a chance to seek out a lower level vent. Quickly it began to melt off the bolts keeping the metal grate in place and caught it with its front legs before it could drop and catch unwanted attention when it hit the floor. Carefully setting it down, the droid exited then hoisted it back up where it soldered it back into place. A covered vent would draw unwanted attention and likely alert others.

Since the match created enough noise to cover his activities, all Navi had to do was wait.

The match over Koren returned the electrostaff to the rack. Though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be doing next. He could no-longer sense the guards. Then something in his head clicked, this whole thing reeked of being a test. He sighed looking up at the top of the arena, no doubt he would find the door open at the top. From there the path to the turbolift would be unlocked and that would take him back to the prison. He could linger, or he could try and take an alternate route however both options were stupid.

He looked up, able to see the faint red Nazca through the glass and several of the other Jedi. Sure he could escape, probably get himself killed or some of them killed for his defiance. No, they’d all leave this ship together. He’d play the game. Though that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t bend a few rules.

He moved over to the war droid, clenching his right fist and pulling back as the weapons pulled themselves free of the droids carcass. He looked for the best possible entry point and sighed as he couldn’t find one that would let his hand in easily. He closed his eyes, and focused on the droid in the Force. It wasn’t living, but the Force still interacted with it in it’s own way. No doubt Xid could decipher it better but he wasn’t exactly in condition to be here.

He grabbed what he felt was the centre of the machine. Hopefully some form of powercell and pulled it with the Force. There was a spark and a hiss as it pulled free flying into his hand. He eyed it, still not really understanding if it was the piece he was looking for.

Though with not much time he took the piece and for a second wished he had brought his outer robes with him to try and hide it. The long black robes were currently sitting on his bunk. So he resided with the next best thing. Bending down, pretending to tend to his shoe he put it in his… sock. It obviously bulged but it didn’t fall out, that was the important thing.

He just had to hope that most of the cameras wouldn’t catch him from the side to see the bulge at the back of his left ankle. Hell, at least it wasn’t a weapon. He did consider it, even wooden staves would be incredibly useful in training. If the Jedi hadn’t just rioted he may have even considered it though now was not the time.

He began walking towards the edge, eyeing up the jump. Sure he could make it, easily. Though he wanted to play it up a bit, make himself appear more tired than he really was. No point playing your full hand in the first bet. Then he noticed something, a tiny little droid and he was taken aback.

”Navi?”

When the guards bizarrely exited the arena area, Navi cautiously darted out from his hiding place. His receptors heard the clicking of his own legs bring him carefully toward the edge of the pit where it stared down at the lone Jedi among the droid wreckage. Any normal droid with have a processing unit in its circuits might’ve felt compassion and sorrow at the graveyard below, but Navi felt nothing. He could be a heartless little thing if he needed to be. In addition, in his readouts, the war droids had little to no hints of higher memory which meant they were nothing more than tools.

Tools were always disposable in the end, thought Navi.

When Koren called his name, the droid whistled and clicked in binary quite loudly. His head tilted down then waited for a reply.

Koren gathered the Force, pushing against the ground as he augmented (To the best of his ability) the strength in his legs. Jumping up the side of the pit, but falling short of the ledge by design. Grabbing the rim he pulled himself up and rolled over the lip, though he wasn’t out of breath. He gave Navi a wink, the little droid would know he could do less than that. As it had no doubt seen on Manaan, if it still had those memories.

He then lingered for a second as if catching his breath before pushing himself to his feet and looking at the door. Again he wished he had somewhere to hide the little droid. “You’re a hearty little one Navi, and I must say it’s both surprising to see you and a good thing. Xid I am sure will be pleased to see you.” It may even snap him out of this suicidal spree he seems to have going. “I’m afraid I could only hide you on my person if you felt like getting in my other sock, and that may be unpleasant for the both of us.”

He looked around. “You think you can hang onto clothing and move out of the way of cameras?”

Navi clicked twice, then gave a beboop as if in agreement, though there was some irritation in the tone and it was easily noted. The droid considered something for a moment, his gears clicking and whirling in its center processor. He gave a look to Koren about the comment about the sock as it gave a soft, sarcastic whistle. The little droid edged closed then waved his little leg to flag Koren into leaning down where he then scaled under the Knight’s tunic and gently latched on around the shoulders. Navi hung there like a large bag strapped to the front of the older Knight. His back legs folded underneath while his front two were placed on both shoulders.

Koren looked down at the strange bulge now in the front of his shirt, making him look like some form of weird human alien hybrid. Or like some weird pinup. “Uh, Navi.” He wasn’t really sure on how to put it. Though he just went for it. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind, but I guess if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.” With that he walked out into the corridor, again there were no guards.

“You know, if this isn’t a test. Something seriously bad must be going on somewhere, though I’m going to go out there and hope this is a test.” He turned at a junction with two turbolifts, he came down in one of them. The other one, if he was correct, should come up in Xid's room. He walked into the one, the door closing and the turbolift starting to rise. “Xid’ll be glad to see you little Navi. Though… he’s not in the best shape. He kissed a girl, Sith happened.”

When Navi heard about the kissing, he gave a disgruntled click and beep of clear disapproval. His eyes flickering in unhappiness at the fact his master kissed another which risked his well-being on the ship, making his job that much harder. He seemed to flex his limbs a bit in frustration while he managed to hang on to the Knight’s shoulders. The little droid tried not to flex so much so he wouldn’t fall off by accident.

The turbolift shuddered to a halt and he walked out, he couldn’t see Xid from this angle but he could see Tolun Fi so he decided to just roll with it. “Xiiiiiid. I’ve got a preseeent for you” he then moved to a position where he could see a bed. “Oh you’ve got to be fragging kidding me.” The bed lay empty, he’d obviously been taken.

Navi peered up and slowly started to crawl out of Koren’s tunic, scaling his way down the man’s body. It might’ve created a slight tickle with the small legs dancing over his surface. His legs collected under himself as he reached the floor and steadied himself. He had expected to see Xid, something promised by Koren, causing the droid to twist about to face the older Jedi with very loud, and angry sounding beboops, whistles and clicks.

“No need to get shirty with me Navi. If you didn’t notice I was busy fighting a droid.” He pointed over to the tall Kaminoan Jedi. “Go ask Tolun Fi. He was actually here, he’ll know where Xid is. Hopefully he’ll also be able to understand what you’re saying.”

The droid glared at the man’s tone for a moment or two, his eyes flickered then his legs scrambled over to the medical bay, mindful of the cameras, as he discovered Tolun Fi working on the clean up. MNavi climbed the table leg then settled into the Kamino’s lap like a metal cat, still buzzing out Koren. It was pretty clear he didn’t find Koren’s excuse acceptable in the least.

[Always Lonely] Naruto: Continuum [Always Open]

Masshiro, Kenomo (畜生 真白 )
Date- 5/01/1925, Location- Kumogakure (Academy classroom), Time- Morning

Masshiro, as well as the rest of the class, heard Akira immediately insult Himawari and slapped the hand away. It was too obvious the class's top student didn’t find the causal nin’s comment amusing or thought much of him in general. Something that Masshiro wasn’t surprised about as he slowed his pace and taking longer in approaching them, hoping to delay the inevitable. It seemed his earlier suspicions were all too correct, his role being the arbitrator between the two and a role he wasn't looking forward to. However, there was little he could do currently about the matter. His hand tried to adjust his strap again as it slipped down. Naturally due to his hasty shuffling, most the weight had shifted to the back end and threatened bring the bag crashing down from his shoulder. Masshiro gritted his teeth and again, tilted his shoulder and jerked his strap back up before it slipped away.

The whole time, the bandage in his mouth was getting dampened by his saliva. If he got it too wet then it would’ve been a breeding ground for germs and infection was the last thing he needed for his wound. He was getting irritated at his lacking progress with multitasking as he paused in his extraction of his bandage to retrieve the roll wadded up in his mouth. The boy removed it easily only to feel a fresh, painful flare race up from his knuckles. It was bad enough he couldn’t change the wrap, but now he had to deal with the ache too.

Masshiro fought back a jump when Akira shouted at the others in the classroom, his red eyes noted the the baneful and disgusted glares. His tongue nestled in his teeth and bit down, gently, to draw his attention from the sour expressions baring down on Akira. And to an indirect degree, himself. A comment about Tadoki drew a direct protest in the form of “Hey!” which only helped Masshiro’s desire to ask Akira to keep his trap shut grow. Thankfully the snob pulled his nose down and glanced over the mission statement another time before putting it away then shouting for him, ignoring Himawari.

”Coming.” Masshiro stated in a whisper, leaving his redden wrap alone for now. He would have to flip out the bandages later when he had more time.

His feet sped up a bit when he noted Himawari grin his widest grin yet. He reminding Masshiro of a cat with a mouse, Akira being the latter and with an ego complex. That grin made the genin nervous as he tried to reach them. His steps were longer to cover more distance and try to interrupt whatever Himawari had in store. Unfortunately he got the gut feeling he was going to be too late mainly since Himawari was closer and his bag was slowing him down a bit. When the kid shocked Akira, Masshiro’s face flickered with worry at what had happened. His mind shifted to the worst case and was preparing to stop the other kid from picking a fight with the other, ready to shove his bag to the floor in the event he needed more speed. It might break a few important things but having his teammates black and blue before a job was something much worse than a few ruined supplies.

He didn’t assume Akira would win but the notion of seeing two ninja with abilities of power clashing, Himawari coming from a well known Clan, when they were suppose to be his team didn’t sit well with him. He spoke loudly for his causal volume to gain both boys’ attention and blurted out the only thing he could think of that might distract Akira from crossing a line. “Hey, I’m coming! But before we leave, I need to get some last minute supplies and talk to my sister, Hanawa-chan.”

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

Now it's up... *braces for the worse* I know I forgot something... I just know it or did this incorrectly.