Feisty-Pants

W&T: FT RP!

Jeanne - The Valiant Redoubt

Hana's concerns did not fall on deaf ears in the least while the sword in Jeanne's grasp crackled and sparked with the raw power that she possessed. Yet it still faded and the Archangel's fingertips flexed ever lightly in irritation. Simply because she had over-extended her abilities did not mean she lacked the fortitude to control her magic.

Watching on as Hana then transported Xavier indoors, the Archangel frowned ever lightly in response as she felt that there was something amiss, even though she couldn't put her finger upon it. There was much turmoil within Lamia Scale after Augustine, and there was not a word of utterance spoken to her about it.

For the elder sisterly figure she had aspired to be for the Guild, it was beyond troubling. Niti had fled from her, Hana had spoken rather suspiciously too to boot, which was completely outside the norm for a Samurai.

Each time, every conversation had rotated around recently returned Anna...but why?

This will be addressed later...I'll approach Anna directly. Surely she can provide the insight I need to these troubling thoughts.

A sudden eruption from within the guild caused the fiery white swords she controlled to appear as shrapnel flew about. Combined with the petals that Hana had thrown in her direction, the Archangel scowled further as she heard the issue at hand. Sage had gone and done something foolish and reckless, endangering the well-being of his guild mates in the process.

Thin lines of light traced across her form as the Armor overtook her figure in the matter of milliseconds.

"As much as we should have the company of many to hunt down our troubled one, it could very well be a trap to leave Lamia Scale mostly defenseless. I will go hunting; Hana, come with me please. Otherwise, we should leave some form of defense in the light of this recent offense against us." Jeanne spoke calmly, but with resounding purpose as she strode into the damaged hall.

All the while, wings of absolutely beautiful ivory grew upon her back, sprouting outward like a flower's blossom on a springtime day. Turning then, a simple long sword of white fire appeared in her grasp as she bent her knees and leapt powerfully into the sky; streaking across the sapphire heavens at the speed of a falling star.

It did not take long for Jeanne to arrive in Valdosta. So infuriated was she by the embarrassment of Lamia at the hands of the Sage, that the magical strength that the Archangel seemed to emanate was beyond crushing. Eclipsing the ongoing madness below, the purity of light that the Archangel seemed to constantly emanate blinded the darkness as she flew down delve into the depths of the tunnels beneath the surface. Not long after, the Archangel silently landed behind Sage amongst the chaos.

The pressure he was putting off was immense, far out scaling the Sage she had come to know in the past few weeks. It was worrisome for now, but whether or not it bore true fruit in her paranoia of him had yet to be seen.

"Sage. You are hereby ordered to return to Lamia Scale. Hana is on her way along with a few others. Return or face far more dire consequence, we will handle what remains here."

Northwood Academy

Interesting interesting...

Northwood Academy

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Among the Ruined - Season 4

Mary-Jo - A Mean Swing

With: Victor, Circin, Augusta, Mandy, June and Company

Amicably resting the metal baseball bat upon her shoulder, Mary-Jo looked up with aspirational hope that soon revealed itself to be quite fruitless. With rejection came a defeated slump of her shoulders. Pitiful, big blue eyes looked woefully up towards the group that looked down upon her over the edge of the Grocery Store's rooftop.

"Fine fiiiiine, if that's yer choice I won' say nuthin' about it." The former Wal-Mart cashier quietly replied, respecting what was obviously their wish for more subtlety and silence. "I'll be out y'all's hair once I grab a bite to eat from the market, sorry bout' causin' y'all any distress."

Slinging her bat into the Golf Bag she used as a makeshift quiver about her hip, she sauntered casually into the Grocery Store with the hint of a smile. Going shopping had always been fun for her, now in the days since the Rapture as she so called it, everything was free.

However, worldly possessions weren't the way of the Lord.

Perhaps she shouldn't take so much joy in such things.

Then again, she didn't really ever have much in the way of worldly possessions as they called it, and this blasted Rapture had taken what little she had ever held to begin with. Stealing a box of Rice Krispy Treats from one shelf, and a few canned foods that lay throughout in a sense of haphazard chaos that caused such things to be scattered about; Mary-Jo wove her way through the corridors to find feminine items and the like.

Throwing her supplies into the hip satchel she wore, Mary-Jo was sure to step over the fetid corpse that had obviously been dealt with by those above. Striding towards the exit, she found herself at least bearing the hint of a smile. She had food, a snack, and other supplies finally, today was going to be a blessed day.

She too needed to find some high ground and a place to sleep for the night that was going to draw in during the next couple of hours. Either that or sleep in the trunk of a car from time to time during the past couple nights.

Tossing a glance up towards the edge where there was likely to be at least one more person keeping an eye out for her since they seemed the distrustful sort, Mary-Jo tipped her cowboy hat to whomever that might be.

"Sorry again bout' causin' y'all so much trouble. Have a blessed day now." She added sweetly as she could before marching the long walk towards the edge of the forest to resume her road to redemption in the Lord's eyes once again.

@McHaggis
@Kirah
@xcalx1dw
@OutlawedPanda

Northwood Academy

Welp, I made a thing. Please note that although he isn't expecting it, interactions and conversations are welcome to be struck up with Tobi as anybody pleases. I'll probably give it a week or so, and if nobody's approached I'll move on to early morning soccer.

@Saltwater Thief

-Nudges towards Kirah's last OOC post. @.@-

WAIT.

KIRAH SAID WE COULD DO A COLLAB, if you wanted for Soccer. Let the rivalry begin? :3

A Certain Chaotic Academy

Kotori Namashiya - A Songbird's Resolution

It was the steady pulse of a heart monitor that caused the little songbird's eyes to sharply open and shoot upward to sit in the bed. Pain wracked through her form radiating from her side as she quickly came to recollect everything that had happened. She had been kidnapped, and through immense odd chance she had convinced a Clown named Volt to help her escape with a handful of hostages from the bizarre clowns' hideout. A Playground, a Warehouse, and there was blood simply everywhere. Gripping her side out of instinct, she found the wounds to be more or less fully repaired with the exception for a few minor scars as she rolled up the hospital gown to inspect herself.

A glance of familiar color caught the corner of her eye, and she quickly affixed upon a set of clothes. Of such that were particularly hers. A simple buttoned blouse and black skirt accompanied by knee high black socks but no shoes.

Who had brought it was a simple enough answer, her peculiar cousin must have found out about her injury and brought clothing for her to wear upon her departure from the hospital.

Peeling the monitor's sensor from her form and placing it at the wayside, the Little Songbird slipped from the edge of the bed and found her balance through only slight effort. Testing her weight upon the side that had been injured, she soon discerned that she could walk quite easily, almost painlessly. Quickly turning off he heart monitor, she slipped out of the Hospital Gown and quickly began to change back into far more normal undergarments.

Everything was going seamlessly until she was finishing up the buttoning of her blouse when all hell seemingly broke loose. Her cousin and one other barged into her room, causing Kotori to yelp in surprise and dive behind the hospital curtain for more privacy to no avail. Even then that didn't help matters, as her obvious attempt for privacy was met by the girl who had accompanied her guardian snaking about her hiding spot and trying to grope the unfortunate Songbird. Deftly fastening the remainder of the buttons of her chest and doing her best to avoid the oncoming perversion, she succeeded for the most part until a third person came barging in.

Turning about to see the person, she wasn't able to stop the sudden grabbing from behind. Insidious fingertips digging into tender flesh as she did her best to retain her composure, even in spite of the fact that blood now poured profusely from her cousin's nostrils.

"W-Wait stop!" She pleaded as she didn't even have a chance to put on a pair of shoes.

But before she knew it she was teleported just outside of Mocha Dreams. Her eyes widened as through the windows she could see that chaos and bloodshed that was happening within. Chaos, screams, bloodshed, and fog. Where was Aria? Sasaki? Kei? The remainder of her classmates? Horror overcame her as there was blood everywhere, it rose into a singular point that had the urge to drive her mad. What was the point of all this power if she could not even save those she cared about? For what reason did she come to Academy City, other than to learn how to control it in greater lengths?

The very thought of her friends suffering needlessly made her angry. Furious, even.

Such fury coalesced into something absolutely monstrous in terms of the changing momentum within the cafeteria itself.

First came an outward telekinetic pulse that intangibly spread outward swiftly from her form. In her mind's eye, she could see the clowns, their weapons, the detailing within of the cafeteria itself as the waves washed over those that existed within the cafeteria. All could be seen within nearly a quarter mile in finite detail from where she stood in her improvised sense of telekinetic echolocation.

Yet she didn't move, almost as if she were forcing the clowns to be as completely statuesque as she was, they too all suddenly ceased moving. Completely surrounding their bodies in a field of Telekinetic force, she first liberated them of their weapons. Freed of their methods and means to cause harm, each clown that was still a threat were lofted into the air a few inches before suddenly being flipped so that their heads would crash into the tile floor with an immense amount of force a quartet of times until each went unconscious or limp.

In some cases, perhaps even worse.

She had found her determination, her relentless resolution. Her anger.

The expression held upon her face was neither sweet nor shy nor meek. It was a tight-lipped scowl. The first of its kind for the Little Songbird as she lofted herself a few inches off the ground to float through the shattered doorway that had once lead to Mocha Dreams. As she stepped down upon the floor once again, each footstep she made as she proceeded forward through the slew of unconscious bodies that had suddenly just been made caused the shattered glass to part away from her. Much akin to how one had quelled the Red Sea in ancient days of biblical sense, she made her way towards the Iron Giant, who had been severely wounded.

There was not the slightest hint of meekness any further from Kotori.

"Kirima-san," She began, instead of the incessant stutter she seemed to once always hold, Kotori's voice seemed simply just melancholy and beautiful. Musical almost, as she continued to speak. "Help Bang-San and Kei-san, if you can despite your wounds and please get some medical help." All the while, the wounded and injured hostages were gently lifted by a smooth, graceful, and invisible hand towards the exit.

Remembering all too well that her telekinetic abilities had made him uneasy before, the little songbird found it wise not to use it upon him at the least.

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@Saltwater Thief

-Nudge nudges, just a little.-

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Ah...okay. Not exactly where to begin for a character as a rewrite, I think I'll just withdraw interest. It's just a little exhausting taking a few hours to try and brainstorm a CS only to receive what's essentially a dissertation as to why it's completely jacked.

(Not that I'm angry, I understand where it's coming from. ._.; )

Maybe if I get some good music going, I'll be able to come up with something...otherwise I'm not sure. @.@ Just poring through other CSes that have been posted in the OOC makes it seems that she'd be even-keeled with most, but I digress.

No matter, I'll just...er...get to work later tonight. I think. Maybe.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Well, er...I've never even heard of a Mary Sue scale...what the heck does that even mean?

That aside...I'll get to doing a complete rewrite I suppose. I'll get to it when I can.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Hider

Name: Helen Eskun
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight - Captive

Appearance:


Notable Race Traits: None.

Flaws:
-Detachment- Much like many others in the Jedi Order, Helen is rather detached from the normal vestiges of society. Social interactions are cut rather short quite often, and her seemingly constant aloof state is something that could be considered quite normal for most Jedi.

-A Thin Line- From time to time, Helen has been known to walk the thin line that separates Dark from Light, though she is officially a Jedi (much due to her prowess in combat) and she only considers the Sith to be her adversary, the fact that she can sometimes stray elsewhere often causes a sense of unease around her fellow Jedi.

-Instinct above Logic- Much unlike her fellow Jedi who might rely more on logic and wits to stay ahead of a situation, Helen has a bit of a tendency to be more instinctive than her brethren. The result is her remarkable effectiveness in Lightsaber combat, the problem is that she can become almost unreachable by the words or wills of others as a result as she becomes almost absorbed into the moment.

Skills:
-III, IV, V- Above anything, she is a master of combat with a saber. As at even such a young age she possesses mastery of three differing forms of lightsaber combat, and as a result she is massively effective in duels as well as defensive maneuvers in similar fashion. Witnesses have seen her take on more than one opponent at once, as well as her effectiveness in dual-wielding combat if necessary.

-Stealth & Subterfuge- Having always been one that was light footed, Helen is one that is truly difficult to catch or detect in various situations hat require someone to be subtle. This goes to say that rather than cut open a door with lightsaber, she oft has the means to unlock it instead. It can come quite in handy when one does not wish to reveal the fact that they are a Jedi.

-Helen Be Nimble, Helen Be Quick- With the continued focus in the strive to master three different forms of Lightsaber combat at such a young age, she was similarly born with lighting fast reflexes of which she uses to great effect.

Force Capabilities:
-Force Leap- The ability to be rather acrobatic and also leap great distances via utilization of the Force.

-Telekinesis- The simple ability to move objects with one's mind swiftly and for detrimental effect against her adversaries.

-Telepathy- If there is ever a need for silent communication, Helen can do precisely that, as well as scan the minds of her adversaries for hints or tidbits of information. Though it is impossible to get a complete picture with this technique.

-Mind Tricks- Those who are weak of mind and soul (regular everyday grunts) can have their opinions easily altered by the Force.

Biography: Helen was born into poverty on Coruscant, a planet full of commerce and bounty often forgets those who are most unfortunate. Though her mother and father alike were hard working, loving and doting parents, they simply could not supply the life they wished for their daughter.

On her third year of life as little more than a toddler, it was discovered by a visiting Jedi Knight that she was in fact deeply force sensitive. Taken up as a youngling then, she lived as an initiate for he Jedi Order for four more years before she finally became a Padawan at long last.

Her first Master was a Knight, a fellow Human that swept the girl beneath her wing and taught her the ways. Willingly and openly, Helen did her best to learn, despite the inherent conflicts that resided in her mind. It was difficult to overcome, but eventually she did in one way.

Lightsaber Combat.

She had been good with practice sabers as a youngling, but instead she found solace in the lethal but beautiful arts of Lightsaber combat. When she fought, when she practiced and sparred with other Younglings and Padawans, she found a sense of serenity. Serenity in that she could feel the very essence of the fight, she could sense her opponent unfold before her like an open book.

So she relentlessly practiced in such an art, alongside the strict rigors that her Master put her through. By the age of Nineteen, her master put forth the recommendations that she was ready to ascend to Knighthood, and she participated in the arduous trials with absolutely brilliant success.

As a Knight, she was immediately brought unto the front lines of the ongoing conflict against the Sith. Many then fell against her Blade, both Sith Apprentices, their Masters and those who fought for hem as with the sheer monstrosity of her speed and ability they had little choice other than to face her directly with her overwhelming lightsaber assault.

With the more lives she took, the more she could sense the fore being brought unto balance, until her twentieth year when with the life of another Sith Apprentice, she began to doubt the balance she had been helping bring. Though reassured by her former Master, the Knight still holds a touch of uncertainty.

For in order to have a balance, one must always have both Light and Darkness, correct? If one exists without the other, absolutes will always fail.

It is a question that has begun to cause her some doubt, and she seeks to find the absolution that will end it.

Personality: Decisive and quick to act, Helen can be seen as coming off brash or overly critical while in conflict. In all truth, she only wants to see as few lives lost as possible for her brethren and fellow Jedi. Outside of conflict, she possesses a deeply ironic and morbid sense of humor alongside a bit of kindness and warmth for those who are padawans or younglings alike.

Almost motherly, in a sense.

Player’s long term goals: I would honestly like to see a deliberate development in Helen's character that has her balance percariously between the Light and Dark side. That being said, I would like for her to ultimately fall into he Light Side and eventually become a Master Jedi. That is of course, in due time over the course of a few years. With that being said, I would similarly allow her to fall to the Dark Side IF you needed her to in the advent that Jedi characters fall in to the great majority above that of Sith.

Relations: (Anyone open for making a relationship with Helen?)

Final Point - Secrets:
-As much as she despises to admit it, there are times where the Dark Side is very alluring to Helen. Captivity and being held by the Sith alongside having the will to survive makes his even more difficult.

-Her mother is the reason her family was impoverished, she herself is a former Sith who found redemption in he light side and chose to start a family. However, her family still had relentless difficulty in finding work. So a life of living rather scarcely with little resources as a result.

Mostly done, please see the bottom of the CS for two questions!