Flamelord

RWBY

It t'will be interesting. It's also convenient that the structurally weak part of the road didn't give way when the White Fang guys were walking over it. But that be plot for you.

Kingdom Hearts: Signs of Zodiac

And Thomas was unsurprised to find that he was ignored. Again. Honestly, he was somewhat used to it by now, though he did consider checking to make sure that whatever Mystery Man did still left him able to actually speak. He understood that they might be a bit distracted by what they had just been through, but he was the leader, and as such should be aware of who was handing out beatdowns to who, lest he seem unfit for his position.

That position didn't seem very secure right now. Amaya was healing Joshua, Ascot was having a breakdown, Reno/Oner was zoning out (which was unusual to say the least), even as the landscape changed back to the beautiful candy paradise it had once been. Huzzah. That was one small problem solved.

His attention was drawn away by some girl with pointed ears sitting in a tree, having apparently suffered an acute case of 'Fist to the Face' syndrome as she pulled out a tooth, rambling on about questions and some guy named War, who conveniently showed up. How nice of him. So, they got to ask questions huh? How...magnanimous of them. Jerks.

Folding his arms, which apparently no one had notice the lack of armor now, he watched, and listened. "I wouldn't call getting a tooth knocked out a light hit," he commented. "It's not like they grow in trees or something." He then listened, most of the questions generally directed towards 'Why were these guys helping them'? He had a feeling Reno/Oner's double question wouldn't fly, but that was hardly for him to say.

Instead, he turned his mind to his own question. He couldn't throw it away on something silly like 'What's your name', and asking what their end game was seemed to overlap with the questions others were asking. And Ascot was asking about...Multiverse stuff, not that he'd really considered that as a topic. So what should he ask?

At last he struck upon it, something pretty important that he felt safe asking since he had no better ideas. He cast a distrusting look to War as he asked. "Alright. So why should we believe that anything you're telling us is the truth? Forgive me for being a tad skeptical that the guys who just kicked our butts would turn around and hand over useful information like it was nothing."

Madoka Magica

Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 15
Biological Sex: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Prefers to avoid direct conflict, but won't back down if faced with it. Tends to keep negative emotions repressed, especially sadness or anger. Can be a bit lazy. Otherwise, something of a show off extrovert.
Reason for Pact: She wanted to stop letting people down.
Bio: The oldest of several siblings, Myako always felt like she was under a lot of pressure to be the best, to be a role model for others to follow. And despite that, she always felt like she never measured up. She was only mediocre at best, in school, and as a person, at least in her opinion. So when the opportunity came for being a magical girl, she took it, and she'd like to think that she's relatively experienced, having been at it for over half a year now.
Magic/Abilities: Her magic has superboosted her body, making her faster, stronger than the average magical girl, and allowing her to push herself beyond even those limits for a small period of time. As a result, this does tend to burn through her magic relatively faster than others
Weapons: Double bladed Kusarigama

As you might expect with any good RP, there is more going on here than I'm letting on, because development is fun, and because I treat CS's more as guidelines rather than strict rules.

The Heroes of Beacon

I am alive. Yay.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Firing, Ba'al was witness to the abilities of those in the group he was with as they fought back, even Vash getting in on the fight with his weaponry. And slowly they were wearing the thing down, like ants against an elephant. Well, they were a bit better armed than ants, and hopefully they could avoid the sort of casualties incurred by ants in fighting an elephant. And this thing was definitely more dangerous than that.

Still, they were getting in their hits, battering away at wings and scales, even prying open a few areas that would allow them to hit it's body directly. Blasts of music, storms of slashes and strikes, lances, magic, it was all very impressive as they fought, not with any real sort of coordinated teamwork, but they weren't trying to kill each other yet. A pity, from Ba'al's perspective, since such a chaotic battle would be the perfect opportunity to off one of the Competitors without being noticed. Sadly, he couldn't be sure of his Zat's effectiveness with these other Players, and it wouldn't look like the dragon had done it if he tried.

Then he was suddenly busy again. The cat girl was sent flying, the dragon regained some energy by eating one of Sorin's vampires, and then it let out an eardrum splitting roar which, as one might have guessed, ruptured eardrums, causing Ba'al to wince in pain. Just a little. Honest. Thank god he was a Goa'uld, so that would heal faster, but for the moment his hearing was slightly impaired, to say the least. And the miasma surged, assaulting his senses once more.

"Ugh, God," he groaned, pinching his nose. "What I wouldn't give for a Sarcophagus right about now." Still a tad dazed and roughed up, hardly helped by Sorin's buff since he wasn't a physical fire, he added his Zat blasts to the mix, firing at open areas that weren't currently being assaulted, though if one of his allies got in the way of a shot, then that was just their fault for not being aware of the battlefield.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Ironically, that means that technically a Sarcophagus makes your aura more black the more times you use it, since extended usage induced paranoid schizophrenia, megalomania, and delusions of grandeur, among other things.

Actually, wait, I don't really know M:tG mana or what have you. Forget I said anything.

The Heroes of Beacon

Fairly sure that that's just a general rule of the genre, and not limited to RWBY.

Character Crossover Crisis City

If he had his monomolecular blade it would be

More seriously, while he prefers to avoid that sort of thing, he's probably picked it up at some point. And the Goa'uld itself gives Ba'al strength beyond that of a normal human. I'm not sure if it'd be enough to beat Kane, but it wouldn't be an easy fight.

Character Crossover Crisis City

I'm glad Kane decided not to attack Ba'al. I'd hate to have to shoot him and break his electrolarynx. Then he wouldn't be able to talk to anyone.

Kingdom Hearts: Signs of Zodiac

And still no sort of answer. Yep, Thomas was resigned to it at this point. Screw this guy and whatever group he was part of then. Next time this would be a very different story, of that the guy could be sure. He'd get stronger, more powerful, and then he'd be able to beat anyone he fought. That, he promised himself.

Then he suddenly had more pressing concerns as the guy said something about 'convincing', and before he could comment on that, he guy was gone, and he just as suddenly had a significant gouge in his chest, before he was falling through a CoD. Idly, the rational part of his brain that wasn't screaming in pain wondered how the hell he'd done that. Could he attack from inside a CoD? If so, that was kinda BS. How was he supposed to hit a guy who wasn't in physical space? The rest of his mind though, was busy coping with the wound he now had.

He landed with a thud and a groan, proceeding to ignore everything War said as he was more busy with his current wound, clothes already stained red as blood swelled up and flowed freely. "Ah, dang it," he grunted with a wince as he retrieved a potion from his inventory, He quickly applied it, it helping to dull the pain and deal with the wound, which gave him the clear head he needed to hold his hand over his chest and cast a Cure spell on himself.

It felt weird, his skin crawling as muscles and flesh knitted themselves back together under magical influence, made him want to hold his breath or stop and scratch the newly healed patch, but he refrained from doing that. At last he was done, and stood up with a groan. "That...was not fun," he commented, shaking his head as he glanced down to see his shirt pretty much ruined. Great. Then he noticed the fact that everyone else appeared to have had their faces kicked in as well. "Geez, what happened while I was gone," he wondered aloud, at the same time enjoying the fact that his arm was free from it's armor and he could now enjoy what it felt to be cool and stuff. A small favor. EMphasis on small.