Holy Soldier

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

@texYeah just push the plot forward. He left it open for the sake of continuation. Also, as I approach Monday, Mon-Fri everyone will know that I may be too busy to post. Although, looking at the reading/writing/studying for this week, it doesn't look to bad so I may be able to post. But we'll see.

Assuuione (A Multiverse RP)- Open for Business!

Resident Evil Verse- Compound

Mentioned: Claire, @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @PKMNB0Y@Wraithblade6

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Sol stuck a pinky in his ear and pretended to clean it while Claire yelled at him. He stared aimlessly upwards, drawing his pinky out of his ear to flick some crust away. Shrugging his shoulders, Sol turned, shouldering his sword and sauntered after the group. He wasn’t going to argue with the girl. If the map had been a copy, then she could have easily made one for all of them and as far as he was concerned, he came alone and didn’t even know who all of those jokers were.

Says the bitch who sent an army to attempt to kill one guy, Sol mused.

His free hand dipped into his pants pocket as he lazily followed the group.

I should have went through the other doors. I bet there’s more action happening elsewhere than here. Hell, I might have actually been paid if I went elsewhere. Everyone can’t be broke.

Nightmare Ninja Clan: Enter The Tengakure

I'm interested in this. I like original game concepts such as this one. :)

Myth [Still Accepting!]

The next GM post and quest post is up. :)

I also updated the IC page, writing "Complete" for The Banquet quest.

Myth [Still Accepting!]

The Demon of Crassus Manor

From left to right: Gilles de Rais, Ivan IV Vasilyevich, and Corpseater.

Date: Day One / Time: Evening

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Gilles and Ivan were quiet and careful as they moved. Leo was like a limp doll in Ivan’s arms, his one dangling arm swinging, and knuckles red from abuse. His head hung back over the overseer’s arm as the two briskly made their way down the corridor into the kitchen. When they entered the kitchen, both men stopped as Gilles quickly swept the area with his eyes. He hadn’t seen anyone not even the boy behind the stove [Bram].

“What is this Corpseater?” Ivan asked curiously.

Gilles pressed a finger to his lips as he harshly shushed the man, “SSSH! Do not speak its name here. Even the cracks have ears. Come, I will explain.”

The two went into the cellar and Gilles once again looked over across the massive barrels of wine that had kept the manor well-supplied. Strangely, no servant was present, but then he assumed that they had all been tasked to clean the banquet room. The feast had barely been touched by the visitors and knowing the starving slaves, they would probably try to violate a law. It just meant more food for his pet.

They descended the wooden and creaky steps and traversed the dusty stone floor over to a shelf lined with bottles, chemicals, and other concoctions a chemist would probably recognize. Walking next to the shelf, he pressed his shoulder against it and pushed it aside, leaving just enough space for him to slip into the mysterious passageway that had appeared. Ivan handed Leonidas off to Gilles and then slipped through before he slid the shelf closed behind him.

The passage was dark and smelled of mildew. Unbeknownst to Gilles, Ivan could see through the darkness just as well as he could through a lit room, and he found a torch and some matches on the ground that he figured Gilles had left for his return trips.

“There should be some matches and a torch at your feet,” Gilles informed, confirming Ivan’s speculations.

Ivan bent over to pick up the torch and matches and lit the torch, holding it aloft as they continued their journey.

Ivan frowned when he remembered that Gilles still hadn’t told him what this Corpseater was. “Well?”

Gilles rendered an excited smile to Ivan, his eyes twinkling with a withheld secret. “Just a little more, and you’ll see.”

When they neared the end of the tunnel, a thick darkness overwhelmed the other end, and from it, they heard the hiss of a metal chain. The chain rattled and clanked and then the low moans of a creature (or had it been a human?) were heard. The creature moaned and groaned as though it were in pain, and upon noticing the light of the torch, it released bone-chilling shriek:

EIYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The noise startled Leo awake, and fearfully, he glanced about, peering up at Gilles, who had been enough of a reason to escape. He squirmed and kicked in the overseer’s arms, forcing Gilles to hug him against his chest to hold him still.

“You little devil!” Gilles growled. “Ivan, get over here and help me with him!”

Ivan set the torch down and quickly strode over to Gilles to help him subdue Leonidas. He grasped the boy by his arms, while Gilles clutched his ankles until a heel struck him in the gut. Gilles folded over with a girk! as Ivan grasped Leonidas by his throat and kept a vice-like grip on his bicep. Leo froze as he dangled an inch off the floor in Ivan’s grip. His hands felt so cold and he could feel the iron-like strength he had on him. With eyes wide in fear, Leo didn’t move as Ivan smirked.

“That’s right boy, I’ll snap your little neck,” he threatened.

Gilles was still leaned over, clutching his gut and through the brown strands of his tousled hair, he was glaring daggers at Leonidas.

EIYAAAAH! EIYAAAAAAH!

The shrieks came again and Leo glanced into the darkness as chills raced up and down his spine.

“I’m going to enjoy watching Corpseater feast on your bones,” Gilles hissed before he painfully walked over to the torch and picked it up to shine its golden light over the darkness.

The darkness fled, revealing a creature who was pale and thin with elongated arms and legs that bent outwards. It was a woman, easily told by her exposed breasts. Strips of clothing that had once covered her were at her hands and feet like bedding as she stared through white and shrunk eyes at the men and boy who stood before her. Her long, black hair veiled her face, parting around a single unblinking eye. Her abdomen had transformed into an enormous black bulb, similar to a spider’s backside.

Ivan’s eyes were even wide with shock when he gazed upon the creature who nested amongst a pile of bones and torn clothes. She stank of death and feces. It was apparent that Gilles hadn’t been cleaning her.

“This is Corpseater,” Gilles introduced with a wave of a hand and smile. “Or should I say…Arachne…”

“EIYAAAAH!” the spider woman seemed to scream in rage at the name. She tossed her head violently her black hair whipping about revealing her mouth that was stained copper with old blood.

“She doesn’t really like that name anymore, so I call her Corpseater.”

Ivan blinked. “Where…where on earth did you find such a creature and…how…?”

“Corpseater was a servant here at Crassus manor. She was the most beautiful of women who spent her hours at the loom, weaving rugs, clothing—whatever you could think of she could weave it. She was quite the talented spinner…”

Gilles turned to the spider, his eyelids lowering and face softening as he recalled the intimate memory.

“We fell in love. I gave her my heart and soul…” His face then contorted with anger. “And this bitch dashed it all on the ground! I wanted her and she refused me. She fought me and then I forced her to love me! I told her that she would never love anyone else and so I locked her away here.”

Ivan stared at Gilles as though he had been much more of a frightening monster than him. To think a human could be so evil. He wasn’t sure if a human held the torch or was it a devil in disguise.

“You raped her,” Ivan accused with a sadistic smirk.

Gilles whirled on Ivan, his eyes wide in terror as though the man’s accusation had stabbed at a guilty gouge in his conscience.

“No! Never! She wanted it. We both wanted it. She just couldn’t make up her mind so I helped her. She then started to hate me…The ungrateful bitch…”

Gilles turned to Arachne and screamed, “I gave you everything!”

EIYAAAH!

Leo frowned and squirming in Ivan’s grip, he growled, “You’re just as much of a monster as she is. You’re the one who should be chained!”

Gilles threw back his head and rested a hand upon his hip as he laughed into the air. “Bite your tongue, boy. Don’t rush to your death.”

He continued his story after recovering from his emotional outburst, “I kept her chained here until I was able to come up with some sort of story about her disappearance. I told Lord Crassus that she had drowned in a river when attempting to flee from the manor and that had been enough to convince him. The lord doesn’t care about his slaves. All they are are commodities to him. Easily bought, sold, and replaced when broken. That’s why you’re here boy. When you lost that fight, you became worthless trash. It was Lord Crassus who ordered your execution.”

Leonidas was silent. He had no words to use as weapons to defend himself. Even if his adversary had been inhuman, the fact was that he lost and the loser often was executed. Frowning at his defeatist thoughts, Leo bore his teeth in anger at himself. He had made so many friends, and he had been hoping to at least spend more time with them a little longer. He wanted to grow up and become stronger so that he could escape the manor with everyone. Even in his last moments when his mind was swelling with negative thoughts, he didn’t cry. No; his nose wrinkled and he stared viciously at Gilles and the beast that he had on his leash. He was going to fight until the end. No one would know of his struggle, but that was okay. He was never really the type to imagine a pathetic death. No; he would make his death glorious!

Ivan remained silent on the manner about what Lord Crassus had actually said, and asked, “So she wasn’t always a monster…then how did she become this way?”

Gilles chuckled. “Well, I took a carriage to Aiwren when the food stores needed to be restocked. Let’s just say I did some shopping of my own and I bought a god fruit that was being sold by an old hermit. I was curious. I didn’t expect it to be real. I brought the fruit back here to test it on my dear. I knew that she must have been starving being alone and locked up here. I used her as a guinea pig to test whether the god fruit had been real or fake, and voila. Do you see? It had been real after all, and if I had eaten it, then I might have been transformed into such a disgusting beast.”

“Or a god like Caesar…” Ivan mentioned.

“Huh, I wouldn’t dare play with such a hope. Caesar was very fortunate….Now then…”

Gilles grinned at Leonidas and waved his hand for Ivan to bring him closer. “Bring him here, Corpseater is hungry. Aren’t you my dear?”

The spider woman grunted and panted, tugging against her chain and reaching out desperately with her hand claws. Ivan crept over with Leo who was squirming and shaking his head, trying to get his jaw free of the overseer’s icy grip.

Drool rolled in crystal rivulets from Corpseater’s mouth and parting her lips wider were two black appendages that unraveled from her cheeks like fingers. At the tip of each slimy finger was a fang that dripped with beads of yellow venom.

Myth [Still Accepting!]

Hey guys, I got called to a boxing match today, and had several interruptions so I'll get the post up tomorrow. In the meantime, post at your leisure because when that Corpseeater post goes up, it's on!

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Coch Talesin

Location: Group

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Coch’s eyes shrank in horror when he watched the winged creature snatch up one of the students into its teeth. No…was his music not working? The guitarist’s lips rolled back to bare his teeth. The red blades of his hair began to rise and flicker with threads of electricity. He had to play something harder. Something that would fuel the remaining fighters with metal spirit. Overwhelmed with passion and a desire for justice and vengeance for all those who had fallen, Coch grabbed the whammy bar to load a lightning dust cartridge into his Stratocaster.

Strumming to get his guitar warmed up, chains of electricity danced around his pick and fingers. Coch’s eyes blazed with his determination, his jaw tightening sternly before he strummed one final time and unleashed the full brunt of his sound manipulation on the Falthon to hopefully stun it under the vibrations that bombarded its leathery and grotesque hide.

ONE PUUUUUUUU~NCH!

One Punch Man Theme

A contorting and twisting whip of lightning shot out from his guitar to tag the Grimm Wyrm. Arcs of lightning bounded over its body to add further paralysis and keep the creature immobile, even if temporarily, to help the group.

Three, two, one; killshot!
I’m here,
For Fun,
I’m num-ber one,
(What are you saying?)
(Frustration!)
(No one can stop me!)
One punch!
That’s it!
I always win!
(Listen to me!)
(Victory agaaaain~!)
Power!
Get more power!
Last minute limit counting 3, 2, 1!

HERO!
Don’t wanna hear you calling out my name!
I’m not here for fortune and fame!
HERO!
Instead, I’ll fight knowing nobody knows my name!
(Nobody knows who he is!)
My foes are closing in and covering the sky!
But I won’t turn my back tonight!
HERO!
I’ll stay until I taste the dirt of defeat someday!
Unleash my fist!
HERO~!

Your Hero Academia!

Class: Senior
Location: Senior Home Room
Mentions: All @Krayzikk@Plank Sinatra@Write

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Home room…was that it? Dirk was already feeling senioritis and the year had just started. The last year of every school always seemed like a waste of time. Junior should had been when they had all graduated for good for usually senior year was accompanied by drawn-out business for the sake of drawing out the year and keeping the teachers paid.

The Devil Guy as he was known around the school walked through the door that was conveniently left open. Over the years, he had gotten used to his strength simply just by not touching anything. Was it strength or just not being accustomed to touch? Whatever. He had gotten better at it.

He raised a hand in a short wave and greeted to those who were currently present, “Hows’it.”

If they noticed already by his features and accent, he was one of those transfers.

As usual, he didn’t bother with the chairs or desks. He could stand for several hours if he wanted to and even sleep standing up. He was what he believed to be a gargoyle. At least his Quirk had made him one. It had been the only creature that he could associate his Quirk with.

One girl had brought donuts to the glass, which his silver oculars rolled down to notice as he walked by. Another girl was already socializing with a guy who he could tell hadn’t been Japanese like majority of the students in the school.

Dirk found a spot next to the window where he could stand and view the outside. He did like scenery or something he could pay attention to instead when the instructor rattled on about common sense.

Dragon Ball Z: The Summoned Sagas

@NacNakI went through and these are all the people at the Training Grounds, mostly before you posted. Silver Fang could have been assumed to be there since he technically arrived when Fenir-O had but the writer didn't post until after the GM post.

• Shadrok
• Piccolo
• Krillin
• Gohan
• Silver Fang
• Fenrir-O
• Elarinya
• Light
• Sythis

Whoever isn't mentioned in that list is elsewhere. I am just writing this so that everyone can have oversight of the battlefield and stop acting like each other is invisible. We're all in direct proximity of each other. There's no reason to write as though you're (speaking in general not saying you as in you but those people know who they are) the only person in this one scene.

Either everyone can take on a Saibaman and leave three to that one special somebody, or those who would rather sit back, can sit back and let those who want to "warm up" do so.

Speaking for Fenrir-O, I know for a fact that he's not going to bother with them unless they bother with him. So he doesn't mind sitting back, allowing someone to have 2 opponents including the 3 free opponents.

Dragon Ball Z: The Summoned Sagas

@NacNakI don't think there will be enough of those Saibamen to go around. Piccolo said that each person would have to take four on, and I'm tracking that there are "12 Saibamen." But the amount of characters actually at the scene is about 9 people, which is about 32 would need to be summoned if not more, and yes, I included the NPCs. Unless people were also meant to be fighting the Saiyans alongside fighting the Saibamen.

Usually when there's a boss battle that has hordes of minions, I wouldn't even put a number to them because people tend to kill way more minions than there are on the battlefield lol. You'll say there's 12 and everyone fights 4, which there will be about 36 enemies in result unintended.