I'm going to blame Clock
Also I finally finished Nakami's spell list and posted him in the tab
Yep. It's all Clock's fault. ;3
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Yep. It's all Clock's fault. ;3
I was actually for it.
Ron/Hermione is canon, just like how Hina/Naru is canon. Not that Naru/Saku nonsense. XD
Ron/Hermione is canon, just like how Hina/Naru is canon. Not that Naru/Saku nonsense. XD
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Bah! Another Weasley...
@caliban22 Make that 6. Haven't roleplayed Harry Potter in a while, I think it's high time I do it again.
Pft.
What's wrong with Weasleys? Hm?!
Rae'liel - The Light Fades
Apolyon bit hard, and it bit deeply as she almost succeeded in completely hewing the Death Knight in half. With her teeth grit in triumph, she applied further pressure to finish the job, but a flash of runic steel cut her short. The Paladin suddenly found it difficult to breathe as slick warmth washed over her midriff. She fell back and stumbled weakly, crashing to the ground at the same time as the abomination that she had hopefully struck down.
Her hands desperately went to the deep cut along her midsection, and channeled holy magic into the wound. Swiftly it came to a close, but it came at a cost, she had been exhausted. The Light within her had been battling not only the corruption of the Soul Render, but also desperately trying to slow the blood that she had already been losing. Gritting her teeth as it was an increasingly difficult labor to even try to lift herself to crawl, she still out of sheer will sought to take the blade she had taken with her after the reclamation of the Sunwell.
Yet the biting cold of chilling fingertips swinging her upward and holding her gravely wounded form suspended in midair denied her effort. A clattering to the floor behind her signified the loss of her last Blood Knight as she was helpless but to watch the revived Captain retrieve her weapon. Her head hung dejectedly in defeat, all she could do now was try to talk to delay Sherpa further from taking down his own brother.
"False hope? Y-You think I came here with any- agh!" Grunting in pain as the magic swung her slightly from the agony that wracked her entire body, the Paladin still steadfastly worked through her words. "Any intention of hope? I came here to die, killing you, an abomination."
However, her words were cut short by an interruption, and barely being able to tilt her head to see who had approached the group, the Paladin broke into an ironic smile as blood flowed from the corner of her lips.
"A-Ah. You get one rat of a mage to kill me. Nn!" She broke into ragged laughter, with droplets of blood scattering across the stone floor. "H-ow delightful. Come now you White Hand mutt, finish me off. Be quick about your business."
Apolyon bit hard, and it bit deeply as she almost succeeded in completely hewing the Death Knight in half. With her teeth grit in triumph, she applied further pressure to finish the job, but a flash of runic steel cut her short. The Paladin suddenly found it difficult to breathe as slick warmth washed over her midriff. She fell back and stumbled weakly, crashing to the ground at the same time as the abomination that she had hopefully struck down.
Her hands desperately went to the deep cut along her midsection, and channeled holy magic into the wound. Swiftly it came to a close, but it came at a cost, she had been exhausted. The Light within her had been battling not only the corruption of the Soul Render, but also desperately trying to slow the blood that she had already been losing. Gritting her teeth as it was an increasingly difficult labor to even try to lift herself to crawl, she still out of sheer will sought to take the blade she had taken with her after the reclamation of the Sunwell.
Yet the biting cold of chilling fingertips swinging her upward and holding her gravely wounded form suspended in midair denied her effort. A clattering to the floor behind her signified the loss of her last Blood Knight as she was helpless but to watch the revived Captain retrieve her weapon. Her head hung dejectedly in defeat, all she could do now was try to talk to delay Sherpa further from taking down his own brother.
"False hope? Y-You think I came here with any- agh!" Grunting in pain as the magic swung her slightly from the agony that wracked her entire body, the Paladin still steadfastly worked through her words. "Any intention of hope? I came here to die, killing you, an abomination."
However, her words were cut short by an interruption, and barely being able to tilt her head to see who had approached the group, the Paladin broke into an ironic smile as blood flowed from the corner of her lips.
"A-Ah. You get one rat of a mage to kill me. Nn!" She broke into ragged laughter, with droplets of blood scattering across the stone floor. "H-ow delightful. Come now you White Hand mutt, finish me off. Be quick about your business."
I have long since given up trying to follow the OOC. For some reason, whenever I leave the house for more than half an hour, you people manage to spew five more pages of random chatter with important things buried inside.
Sorry. :(
I'd imagine a significant chunk of that is my fault. ^^;
Um. All my yes!
I call being a granddaughter of Granger! :3
I call being a granddaughter of Granger! :3
There. Posted! Kotori is trying to at least move it elsewhere, if not stop it.
On the bright side, Rae did a pretty good job distracting the White Hand ;)
so much so that she got the mini boss encounter that I had originally planned for the main group! (even if she ended up having to 1vs1 him, as opposed to the group who would have had a 1vs12)
also, any news from Saltwater?
And she almost beat the Mini-Boss encounter too, mostly alone. XD
Rae'liel is OP.
Kotori - An Invisible Songbird
The tension that lingered in the air as the chopsticks shattered in Sasaki's grasp remained heavily in her mind. It were almost as she had feared, the odd ability she had been born with was adversely reacted to almost instantly! Nervously, she bit her lip as he returned with a new pair and muttered a soft apology. Quizzically, she stared at him for a few moments as he ate, watching as his expression changed to one of grave nature to joy at the tastes she had imbued in her rice.
In the matter of a few split seconds, her serving of rice was long gone. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly hungry to begin with, so waiting for lunch to arrived seemed not as detrimental as others might think.
Yet still there was the concern of the shattered chopsticks, the slivers from which still dusted the table. Had she triggered something that caused a traumatic memory to arise? With a shift of her fingertips, she picked up the three ball bearings and returned them to her bag; manually, rather than telekinetically. After all, she didn't want to have him breaking another pair of chopsticks because of her.
"It's quite allright, Kirima-san." She spoke softly, nodding her head just slightly. "I cook my own food, so if someone truly likes it I consider it a compliment! If you wanted, I could make you some breakfast tomorrow to try; consider it an apology for startling you so." This time however, her softened lips broke just briefly into a radiant smile, she could at least show a little pride in her culinary ability. A brilliant smile however, that abruptly ceased as she watched a chicken bone fly across the cafeteria only to be shortly followed by a string of angrily shouted words from two ends.
Sitting up straighter so that she could meekly glimpse over Sasaki's shoulder as they discussed exactly what to do with Duck-boy's pet, Kotori's expression paled. Two obvious users of some sort of ability were furiously squaring off with one another just a few meters behind the little breakfast crew. Glancing over to both her newfound friends, well, could she honestly call them friends? They had only just met. Did they consider her a friend? An acquaintance maybe?
It didn't matter, these two were about to fight one another. It would not do well for either of them to risk getting caught in the crossfire! With two as hot-headed as this, the very risk of that happening to not only Duck-Boy and Sasaki but many others seemed too great to allow!
She had to do something before someone unlucky got hurt for no reason.
"I-I'm s-sorry, but excuse me for a moment. I n-need to alter the current course." Bowing her head to the two respectfully, Kotori did not move from her seat in the least. What happened immediately was the screeching of metal on the floor of the cafeteria that overpowered the shouting exchange of words. Even drowning out the middle-schooler that had been urging the conflict forward.
A pair of the long, steel tables that lined the rows in the cafeteria had begun moving by themselves. After the attention from the immediate rage had been diverted, the Tables lofted themselves into the air, hanging vertically so that their tops now directly faced the two that had been riling themselves up for a fight. The only target they faced were their own reflection in the metal.
Their only enemy was their own impulsiveness. A subtle point she was trying to get across, but would likely fall upon blindly enraged minds.
Summoning up her courage to speak while she focused on holding the barrier that divided the two, Kotori spoke aloud, concisely for the entire cafeteria to hear. "If you m-must fight, p-please take it outside where others can't be hurt or disturbed by your c-childishness! You each possess remarkable power, to fight like this i-i-is unnecessary! To do this here puts not only y-yourselves at risk, but others too! P-Please s-stop being so impish. You have a responsibility to control yourselves!"
The tension that lingered in the air as the chopsticks shattered in Sasaki's grasp remained heavily in her mind. It were almost as she had feared, the odd ability she had been born with was adversely reacted to almost instantly! Nervously, she bit her lip as he returned with a new pair and muttered a soft apology. Quizzically, she stared at him for a few moments as he ate, watching as his expression changed to one of grave nature to joy at the tastes she had imbued in her rice.
In the matter of a few split seconds, her serving of rice was long gone. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly hungry to begin with, so waiting for lunch to arrived seemed not as detrimental as others might think.
Yet still there was the concern of the shattered chopsticks, the slivers from which still dusted the table. Had she triggered something that caused a traumatic memory to arise? With a shift of her fingertips, she picked up the three ball bearings and returned them to her bag; manually, rather than telekinetically. After all, she didn't want to have him breaking another pair of chopsticks because of her.
"It's quite allright, Kirima-san." She spoke softly, nodding her head just slightly. "I cook my own food, so if someone truly likes it I consider it a compliment! If you wanted, I could make you some breakfast tomorrow to try; consider it an apology for startling you so." This time however, her softened lips broke just briefly into a radiant smile, she could at least show a little pride in her culinary ability. A brilliant smile however, that abruptly ceased as she watched a chicken bone fly across the cafeteria only to be shortly followed by a string of angrily shouted words from two ends.
Sitting up straighter so that she could meekly glimpse over Sasaki's shoulder as they discussed exactly what to do with Duck-boy's pet, Kotori's expression paled. Two obvious users of some sort of ability were furiously squaring off with one another just a few meters behind the little breakfast crew. Glancing over to both her newfound friends, well, could she honestly call them friends? They had only just met. Did they consider her a friend? An acquaintance maybe?
It didn't matter, these two were about to fight one another. It would not do well for either of them to risk getting caught in the crossfire! With two as hot-headed as this, the very risk of that happening to not only Duck-Boy and Sasaki but many others seemed too great to allow!
She had to do something before someone unlucky got hurt for no reason.
"I-I'm s-sorry, but excuse me for a moment. I n-need to alter the current course." Bowing her head to the two respectfully, Kotori did not move from her seat in the least. What happened immediately was the screeching of metal on the floor of the cafeteria that overpowered the shouting exchange of words. Even drowning out the middle-schooler that had been urging the conflict forward.
A pair of the long, steel tables that lined the rows in the cafeteria had begun moving by themselves. After the attention from the immediate rage had been diverted, the Tables lofted themselves into the air, hanging vertically so that their tops now directly faced the two that had been riling themselves up for a fight. The only target they faced were their own reflection in the metal.
Their only enemy was their own impulsiveness. A subtle point she was trying to get across, but would likely fall upon blindly enraged minds.
Summoning up her courage to speak while she focused on holding the barrier that divided the two, Kotori spoke aloud, concisely for the entire cafeteria to hear. "If you m-must fight, p-please take it outside where others can't be hurt or disturbed by your c-childishness! You each possess remarkable power, to fight like this i-i-is unnecessary! To do this here puts not only y-yourselves at risk, but others too! P-Please s-stop being so impish. You have a responsibility to control yourselves!"
The only real team so far has been Sasha and Lazarus... It'd be cool to see more.
Who would like to team up with Minerva? Anyone?
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