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@AtomicNutNot going to lie, that looks like a Digimon for some reason. XD
Also the lizard is old and kind of crappy really. ^^; My more recent stuff looks a lot better. ^^; Example!
She...she has an armored tail.
Like...what?
Why? o.o
@harinezumikouken
No-trace-of-parent hunters unite?? o-o;;
You can't bury something when there's nothing left to bury.
But yes. Orphan children unite.
Sangue's parents dont even have a grave xD
Same.
@VitaVitaAR She may have been watching the assassin, but she sure as shit wasn't fighting any spoopy skeles
Hrm...I wanted to participate. But all I could come up with was a first initial scene in my head. No more than that.
Did a small update to Marianne's since I'm pretty sure no-one was going to notice Tili at this point.
Wow. That was easy. xD
Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Area > Showers
"How long has it been?!"
Shiro knelt on the ground, his body heavy and struggling to maintain his hold on his weapons. He was wondering how long they had actually been training against one another. Him and this...Bobbie. Shiro was pleasantly surprised. As he remained there, catching his breath as best he could in between his panting, Bobbie stood in its fighting stance. Ever at the ready. "Bobbie" was right. He did hit pretty hard. Shiro sustaining a few blows here and there that would surely bruise up if it weren't for his Aura. Which, was subsequently running a tad low for his liking. He had really put out, burning off most of his anger from prior and his energy to go with it. Shiro got what he wanted out of it though. He definitely got plenty of practice with his combos and transition attack drills. Drenched in sweat, Shiro took a deep breath and strained as he stood. Willing his body to keep going for just a little longer. They had traded strikes for however long that his poor ears had a persistent ringing in them. It didn't sound nice when geisteel/siderite alloy clashed with whatever the hell Bobbie was made of. When they trained and fought, at moments Shiro thought it was going to rain. Their fighting sounding like the crashes of thunderstorms. Shiro absently hoped he hadn't drawn any attention to himself.
Exhaling deeply, Shiro grinned and sheathed his weapons. Slinging them onto his back, he walked up to Bobbie with his fist out.
Bobbie, when it saw Shiro disarm himself, eased out of its stance.
"Phew! You weren't kiddin' there boss! You just don't quit, huh?"
That was the advantage of being a robot. You didn't tire. If any parts broke down or wore off, you simply repaired/replaced/upgraded them. Shiro figured that must be a bit of an enjoyable advantage to have over everyone else, thinking of Gren.
"Well, I think that's enough for today. Thanks for your help, Bobbie!"
Bobbie, looking at Shiro's presented fist recognized the gesture.
Greeting Shiro's knuckles with its own light bump of the fist.
Must've been preprogrammed or learned from prior experiences, Shiro figured.
"I'm all spent, so I'll be going to hit the showers now. Hopefully we can train together in the future some more, Bobbie! Thanks again!"
As Shiro walked away, he waved his salutations. Bobbie just standing there watching as the faunus boy left. Once gone, Bobbie then kneeled down. Powering off.
Shiro stretched as he walked, a more difficult task than one would think. He wasn't looking forward to feeling sore tomorrow, but at least it would be good. It meant that he gave a good amount of effort. As he returned to Beacon Academy proper, he hoped he didn't look or smell too bad being freshly covered in sweat and dirt. He would have to check his weapons back into the Armory. Then return to the room to get his clothes and toiletries. Finally, the shower to rinse and clean off. Maybe go into town and hit up the arcade and see what's new. A notification rang from his Scroll and he curiously slipped it out to view it. It was from the pizzeria he had ordered from. The order was complete and on its way to where Shiro had directed them. With a smile, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and whistled as he walked.
"Hmm. Maybe I should invite everyone out for pizza after all..."
Shiro wondered, his eyes looking up at the sky.
He nearly ran into a light pole in his wanderlust.
Marianne Delacroix
The last body of the guards falling to the ground with a thud, Marianne withdrew her sword from him. Flicking her wrist and blade to cast off the crimson liquid, drawing a faint splattering line on the dark ground as she did so. Her ears alerting to a new, foreign noise, Marianne looked up to discern their source and her heart nearly stopped beating. Her blood running cold and her eyes widened as she took in the horrors of animated, decrepit bones of the long-since passed. Taking a step back, fear gripped her heart and prevented her from taking any further action as she scanned with slight turns of her head. There were too many of them for her to count, but it wasn't the numbers that overwhelmed her. It was a potentially lethal cocktail of emotions and feelings that was the culprit. As a man whom Marianne could only deduce to be one of the conspirators addressed them, she desperately worked to formulate a plan. Some sort of counter, anything! To combat these moving cadavers.
None of her life's training ever prepared her for this.
Over a decade's worth of learning, made worthless in the eyeless faces of the skeletons. The Delacroix Knights only ever practiced effective and efficient methods of conducting combat against the living. Never once was there an area which covered anything less or more than human. You couldn't cut vital veins and arteries when your adversary had none to cut. You couldn't stab a heart or crush a brain when their organs had long since rotted away. Cutting away an arm and leg meant nothing to something that didn't require them to function or ambulate. Marianne's mind blanked as all she could focus on was intense dread and foreboding. She had nothing. She was worthless here. What had she been thinking? Of course they would be facing foes such as this. Why hadn't she thought to prepare beforehand? Why hadn't she realized? She knew of no holy magic and if she were to rely on her Lightning-bolt Javelin spells now, she would be a helpless mess against any other enemies that lay in wait for the Iron Roses.
All she could do was watch.
As the sweat that clung to her body underneath her armor and clothing turned cold, Marianne trembled in the gnarling and clattering flocks of the horde. All she could do at the moment was watch as her brave and foolhardy allies charge forward, using brute strength that she herself did not have to simply batter away their bones. Bashing, crashing, and crushing admirably as her comrades did not falter as she did. A wave of relief washing over her ever so slightly when...one of the Sults cast a protective spell that at the very least put distance between the two groups. Any that came too close erupting in holy fire.
"No! This isn't like me!"
Marianne mentally told herself, shaking her head.
"Focus! Concentrate! You are a Delacroix!"
Inspired by the actions of her allies, Marianne had a brief moment of clarity.
"If-...If maybe the source of the dark magic was stopped. Maybe they would too?"
She could only hope she was right in her assumptions, thinking the conspirator that wielded the longsword to be their source of power.
If she was wrong, then Marianne could only hope she would live to tell the tale of her mistakes.
Otherwise, she would be joining the rest of the corpses in this tomb at such a young age.
The thought terrified her.
But it also angered her.
"How dare they defile this tomb for their purposes!"
Sheathing her sword, she unslung her bow and collapsed its parts into place as she prepared an arrow. She would have to take up a supportive role for now. Once the horde of the fallen had been cleared away enough, she would take her shot at the conspirator. Praying to Reon that her aim be true, for at the moment there were still too many surrounding the conspirator to protect him from her arrows. Stamping her foot against the ground, she regained her courage and distanced herself from the rest of the fighters. Waiting for her moment. As it was, there wasn't much else she could do. Pray and wait. Her hands which held her bow and arrow still shaking slightly. What a terrifying and heretical evil they were combating.
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Dibs on Marianne's maids bosoms!
What, you were expecting me to say we'll miss you?
HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
...we'llmissyou...
Gotta raise certain flags first, boss. ;P
Plus, I'm not gonna be gone or anything. I have Steam Overlay xD
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