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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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10 yrs ago
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@Wraithblade6 @thewizardguy @supertinyking
"Something certainly conspires to point us down this path. We're fortunate, us three." Behind Firebrand one buildings in the city they had been driven from buckled under its accumulated damage and collapsed noisily. He ignored it. "To Australia then...hmmmm...I apologize, if you told me your name during the fighting it has slipped my mind." He said to the strange fish creature. "I am Firebrand. This is Damien. We should leave before that rat sends people to kill us."
He didn't know what the boy had been told he would find, but if Asmodeus was anything like the demon lords he had known there was something there that would turn help turn the coming crucible to his advantage. Some scheme was probably already in play. Firebrand wondered whether he could keep this one alive long enough to see the end of it. He then wondered faintly if he should. He decided to burn that bridge when he came to it.
"Something certainly conspires to point us down this path. We're fortunate, us three." Behind Firebrand one buildings in the city they had been driven from buckled under its accumulated damage and collapsed noisily. He ignored it. "To Australia then...hmmmm...I apologize, if you told me your name during the fighting it has slipped my mind." He said to the strange fish creature. "I am Firebrand. This is Damien. We should leave before that rat sends people to kill us."
He didn't know what the boy had been told he would find, but if Asmodeus was anything like the demon lords he had known there was something there that would turn help turn the coming crucible to his advantage. Some scheme was probably already in play. Firebrand wondered whether he could keep this one alive long enough to see the end of it. He then wondered faintly if he should. He decided to burn that bridge when he came to it.
@Wraithblade6@supertinyking
Firebrand is going to be sticking with Damien because he really has no other place to go right now, so wherever he decides to go is okay with me but if you decide not to head for Australia via Ozo's sick ass river magic can we hit up a place where we might find something like a enchanter/blacksmith? I want to see if I can get my armor reforged with the shards of that snakes wizards swords I just picked up to see if I can bump up my magic resistance.
Firebrand is going to be sticking with Damien because he really has no other place to go right now, so wherever he decides to go is okay with me but if you decide not to head for Australia via Ozo's sick ass river magic can we hit up a place where we might find something like a enchanter/blacksmith? I want to see if I can get my armor reforged with the shards of that snakes wizards swords I just picked up to see if I can bump up my magic resistance.
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v2 did not have a change of clothes, but someone had fortunately thrown out an old brown rain coat in the street where they landed sufficient to hide his bulkier bits. He quickly threw it on, quietly pleased that true to stereotype it always looked like rain in London. The little charm that Cheese had made for him, which he had quickly and wordlessly snatched from her hand as per instruction, was still clutched in his hand but that really wouldn't do. He brought it up above his head, opened up his mouth, and the charm fell with a few metal taps into his gullet. With that, he could carry his helmet in one hand and still have a free hand for his keyblade if he needed it.
"Synagogue." v2 suggested. "I find the idea of Judah not practicing his faith in such a trying time extremely unlikely. A Jewish community suffering from unusually high Heartless activity is where we are likely to find him. He can then lead us to the princess."
“So then, where do we head?” Mac asked aloud as he glanced at the fruit stall beside them. “Any ideas V2?”
@Gentlemanvaultboy
"Synagogue." v2 suggested. "I find the idea of Judah not practicing his faith in such a trying time extremely unlikely. A Jewish community suffering from unusually high Heartless activity is where we are likely to find him. He can then lead us to the princess."
Name: The Nightingale
Gender: Male
Personality: A scrupleless and opportunistic vulture of a man, he reserve shows of humanity only for his his extensive clan. A bitterness born of foul treatment leads him to see all others as his enemy, and to them he is simply a monster lurking in their periphery until an opportunity to take what is theirs presents itself. He enjoys possessing what others cherish, in particular things that are shiny or sweet that he can present to his children, and nothing makes him giddier than the look on his victims face as he snatches what they love most away. He may be here to take the title of strongest simply so no one else can have it.
Appearance: Seven feet of wiry muscle, The Nightingale appears mostly human from the lips on down. The top of his head, however, is deformed. His eyes are sunken while all other features are unnaturally sharp and hard. Of particular note is his nose, which is pointed like the top of a birds beak and appears to be made of steel, and that his head is covered almost entirely in brown feathers. It is as though someone cut off the top half of some monstrous birds head and fashioned in into a cowl for him to wear. In addition he has a "cloak" of feathers draping his shoulders that falls all the way to his ankles. This in reality is part of his body. Besides his "cloak" the only things he wears are a brown leather loincloth, furred boots, wrappings on his arms, and a long knife in a scabbard on his hip. He has a bushy black beard and his teeth are sharp and pointed.
Background: His mother was cursed by a witch after her singing scared away a magic bird the witch was trying to capture. Her child was born monstrous in both look and spirit and was shunned and hated by the community. Eventually abandoning it for the relative peacefulness of the nearby forest, he became a bandit and a murderer haunting the main road that ran through it. Eventually other detestable wretches and criminals started to gather up around him, eventually forming a small community in the forest with him as its leader and patriarch.
Powers: An accomplished physical fighter and all around brute, the Nightingale prefers to fight up close with his hands or a knife if he can help it. If such a thing proves unfeasible can shove his arms into his cloak of feathers to transform it into wings, allowing him to fly, as well as harden the feathers until they are as hard and sharp as steel knives. These he can freely fling and scatter from his wings, as they grow back incredibly quickly. The most deadly weapon of the Nightingale, however, is his voice. The scream of the Nightingale is a solid cone of concentrated sound that means certain death for any normal person.
THEME SONG:
Gender: Male
Personality: A scrupleless and opportunistic vulture of a man, he reserve shows of humanity only for his his extensive clan. A bitterness born of foul treatment leads him to see all others as his enemy, and to them he is simply a monster lurking in their periphery until an opportunity to take what is theirs presents itself. He enjoys possessing what others cherish, in particular things that are shiny or sweet that he can present to his children, and nothing makes him giddier than the look on his victims face as he snatches what they love most away. He may be here to take the title of strongest simply so no one else can have it.
Appearance: Seven feet of wiry muscle, The Nightingale appears mostly human from the lips on down. The top of his head, however, is deformed. His eyes are sunken while all other features are unnaturally sharp and hard. Of particular note is his nose, which is pointed like the top of a birds beak and appears to be made of steel, and that his head is covered almost entirely in brown feathers. It is as though someone cut off the top half of some monstrous birds head and fashioned in into a cowl for him to wear. In addition he has a "cloak" of feathers draping his shoulders that falls all the way to his ankles. This in reality is part of his body. Besides his "cloak" the only things he wears are a brown leather loincloth, furred boots, wrappings on his arms, and a long knife in a scabbard on his hip. He has a bushy black beard and his teeth are sharp and pointed.
Background: His mother was cursed by a witch after her singing scared away a magic bird the witch was trying to capture. Her child was born monstrous in both look and spirit and was shunned and hated by the community. Eventually abandoning it for the relative peacefulness of the nearby forest, he became a bandit and a murderer haunting the main road that ran through it. Eventually other detestable wretches and criminals started to gather up around him, eventually forming a small community in the forest with him as its leader and patriarch.
Powers: An accomplished physical fighter and all around brute, the Nightingale prefers to fight up close with his hands or a knife if he can help it. If such a thing proves unfeasible can shove his arms into his cloak of feathers to transform it into wings, allowing him to fly, as well as harden the feathers until they are as hard and sharp as steel knives. These he can freely fling and scatter from his wings, as they grow back incredibly quickly. The most deadly weapon of the Nightingale, however, is his voice. The scream of the Nightingale is a solid cone of concentrated sound that means certain death for any normal person.
THEME SONG:
Name: The Nightingale
Gender: Male
Personality: A scrupleless and opportunistic vulture of a man, he reserve shows of humanity only for his his extensive clan. A bitterness born of foul treatment leads him to see all others as his enemy, and to them he is simply a monster lurking in their periphery until an opportunity to take what is theirs presents itself. He enjoys possessing what others cherish, in particular things that are shiny or sweet that he can present to his children, and nothing makes him giddier than the look on his victims face as he snatches what they love most away. He may be here to take the title of strongest simply so no one else can have it.
Appearance: Seven feet of wiry muscle, The Nightingale appears mostly human from the lips on down. The top of his head, however, is deformed. His eyes are sunken while all other features are unnaturally sharp and hard. Of particular note is his nose, which is pointed like the top of a birds beak and appears to be made of steel, and that his head is covered almost entirely in brown feathers. It is as though someone cut off the top half of some monstrous birds head and fashioned in into a cowl for him to wear. In addition he has a "cloak" of feathers draping his shoulders that falls all the way to his ankles. This in reality is part of his body. Besides his "cloak" the only things he wears are a brown leather loincloth, furred boots, wrappings on his arms, and a long knife in a scabbard on his hip. He has a bushy black beard and his teeth are sharp and pointed.
Background: His mother was cursed by a witch after her singing scared away a magic bird the with was trying to capture. Her child was born monstrous in both look and spirit and was shunned and hated by the community. Eventually abandoning it for the relative peacefulness of the nearby forest, he became a bandit and a murderer haunting the main road that ran through it. Eventually other detestable wretches and criminals started to gather up around him, eventually forming a small community in the forest with him as its leader and patriarch.
Powers: An accomplished physical fighter and all around brute, the Nightingale prefers to fight up close with his hands or a knife if he can help it. If such a thing proves unfeasible can shove his arms into his cloak of feathers to transform it into wings, allowing him to fly, as well as harden the feathers until they are as hard and sharp as steel knives. These her can freely fling and scatter from his wings, as they grow back incredibly quickly. The most deadly weapon of the Nightingale, however, is his voice. The scream of the Nightingale is a solid cone of concentrated sound that means certain death for any normal person.
THEME SONG:
Gender: Male
Personality: A scrupleless and opportunistic vulture of a man, he reserve shows of humanity only for his his extensive clan. A bitterness born of foul treatment leads him to see all others as his enemy, and to them he is simply a monster lurking in their periphery until an opportunity to take what is theirs presents itself. He enjoys possessing what others cherish, in particular things that are shiny or sweet that he can present to his children, and nothing makes him giddier than the look on his victims face as he snatches what they love most away. He may be here to take the title of strongest simply so no one else can have it.
Appearance: Seven feet of wiry muscle, The Nightingale appears mostly human from the lips on down. The top of his head, however, is deformed. His eyes are sunken while all other features are unnaturally sharp and hard. Of particular note is his nose, which is pointed like the top of a birds beak and appears to be made of steel, and that his head is covered almost entirely in brown feathers. It is as though someone cut off the top half of some monstrous birds head and fashioned in into a cowl for him to wear. In addition he has a "cloak" of feathers draping his shoulders that falls all the way to his ankles. This in reality is part of his body. Besides his "cloak" the only things he wears are a brown leather loincloth, furred boots, wrappings on his arms, and a long knife in a scabbard on his hip. He has a bushy black beard and his teeth are sharp and pointed.
Background: His mother was cursed by a witch after her singing scared away a magic bird the with was trying to capture. Her child was born monstrous in both look and spirit and was shunned and hated by the community. Eventually abandoning it for the relative peacefulness of the nearby forest, he became a bandit and a murderer haunting the main road that ran through it. Eventually other detestable wretches and criminals started to gather up around him, eventually forming a small community in the forest with him as its leader and patriarch.
Powers: An accomplished physical fighter and all around brute, the Nightingale prefers to fight up close with his hands or a knife if he can help it. If such a thing proves unfeasible can shove his arms into his cloak of feathers to transform it into wings, allowing him to fly, as well as harden the feathers until they are as hard and sharp as steel knives. These her can freely fling and scatter from his wings, as they grow back incredibly quickly. The most deadly weapon of the Nightingale, however, is his voice. The scream of the Nightingale is a solid cone of concentrated sound that means certain death for any normal person.
THEME SONG:
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Why not just use the old one?
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
v2 sat heavily on the bed that had been supplied to him about this, the largest gummie ship he had ever seen, and experienced something new. Up until now there had always been something to do. The heartless were a never ending source of conflict. When they were on the ebb he was expected to do various public appearances, television interviews, hospital visits, schools, honoring heroes and mourning victims where people could see him do it. Making himself visible. There was also the occasional human or robot crime to stop, which he did with as much forced relish and showboating as his battles with the heartless. He tried not to get involved in tense police situations for that reason, but sometimes that was unavoidable. He hated it. It was an embarrassment, like he was a cartoon character suddenly thrust into the real world, but they loved it and congratulated him all the same. When he wasn't doing any of those things, he was out looking for them. v2 always had a job to do.
Except now. Now he was alone, no one had given him any directives, and he was free to pursue whatever he wanted until the mission resumed. v2 was experiencing first the first time ever the concept of "down time."
It took him about a minute to decide that:
A). He hated it.
B). He never wanted to experience it again.
C). There must be something productive he could be doing on this ship!
He threw open the door to the pointless, pointless, pointless room and strode very quickly down the hallway, searching. Luckily, He spotted it almost immediately. The Princess was just coming out of her room. Alone. Unprotected. That, he decided, was unacceptable. Setting his own objective he quickened his pace to catch her at the end of the hall and bowed.
"[Good afternoon.]," he said in French. "[You may call be v2. I will be your personal guard for the duration of our time on this ship. Please go about your day as though I am not here.]"
For the next week v2 was Adelle's shadow whether she liked it or not. The Seekers of Darkness were still out there, able to teleport with ease, and he could never shake the disquieting impression that they had retreated to easily. They hadn't seemed to have taken significant damage, and while it would be extremely foolish to attempt to take the Princess on this vessel he considered them fools and so it was not outside the realm of possibility.
He followed her everywhere. When she perused the library he was looking up to make sure no heavy book fell on her head. If she was in the infirmary he made sure none of the needles were planning anything suspicious. In the hallways he was always a step behind on the off chance that she should trip and fall. At night he stood post outside her door only because he was afraid that if he stood in there that would be the slight that made her go complain about this. v2 was pretty sure the only reason he was getting away with this was because all concerned parties just assumed he'd been assigned to it. So he made sure to be as accommodating as possible, within reason, so as to minimize the chance of someone bringing the hammer down.
Perhaps someone had noted his behavior, however. He was now, after all, being assigned to recruitment of another Princess on this war ravaged world. It was interesting to think about this war. In was within, for, this conflict that his forebears were first constructed. He wondered whether his world was unique, if there wasn't some analogue to the great steel giants that walked before hidden away on a secret off shore island somewhere in this worlds Japan. However, that was irrelevant unless they were going to Japan. Which they were not.
"I do not suppose we are meant to keep a low profile when recruiting the princess?" He asked, an actual relevant question.
Except now. Now he was alone, no one had given him any directives, and he was free to pursue whatever he wanted until the mission resumed. v2 was experiencing first the first time ever the concept of "down time."
It took him about a minute to decide that:
A). He hated it.
B). He never wanted to experience it again.
C). There must be something productive he could be doing on this ship!
He threw open the door to the pointless, pointless, pointless room and strode very quickly down the hallway, searching. Luckily, He spotted it almost immediately. The Princess was just coming out of her room. Alone. Unprotected. That, he decided, was unacceptable. Setting his own objective he quickened his pace to catch her at the end of the hall and bowed.
"[Good afternoon.]," he said in French. "[You may call be v2. I will be your personal guard for the duration of our time on this ship. Please go about your day as though I am not here.]"
For the next week v2 was Adelle's shadow whether she liked it or not. The Seekers of Darkness were still out there, able to teleport with ease, and he could never shake the disquieting impression that they had retreated to easily. They hadn't seemed to have taken significant damage, and while it would be extremely foolish to attempt to take the Princess on this vessel he considered them fools and so it was not outside the realm of possibility.
He followed her everywhere. When she perused the library he was looking up to make sure no heavy book fell on her head. If she was in the infirmary he made sure none of the needles were planning anything suspicious. In the hallways he was always a step behind on the off chance that she should trip and fall. At night he stood post outside her door only because he was afraid that if he stood in there that would be the slight that made her go complain about this. v2 was pretty sure the only reason he was getting away with this was because all concerned parties just assumed he'd been assigned to it. So he made sure to be as accommodating as possible, within reason, so as to minimize the chance of someone bringing the hammer down.
Perhaps someone had noted his behavior, however. He was now, after all, being assigned to recruitment of another Princess on this war ravaged world. It was interesting to think about this war. In was within, for, this conflict that his forebears were first constructed. He wondered whether his world was unique, if there wasn't some analogue to the great steel giants that walked before hidden away on a secret off shore island somewhere in this worlds Japan. However, that was irrelevant unless they were going to Japan. Which they were not.
"I do not suppose we are meant to keep a low profile when recruiting the princess?" He asked, an actual relevant question.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Where would Adelle have been up to during that week of downtime? Because v2 was there personally ensuring her safety if at all possible.
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Sorry, just can't think of anything I want to do right now. Move on if you'd like.
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