ianzerep

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Lmpkio
Wow... You always find the best artwork when it comes to this XD Are you secretly the artist that makes these? :D

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Lmpkio
The ratio of Good, to Neutral, to Bad is 8:2:3

We need more Earth Destroyers, people! >:D

Speaking of Destroyers... Destoroyah? Is that you I see rummaging in my Word Doc? *hint hint*

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Lmpkio
I'm not reserving her anymore, so Noxx can have at it! :D

Though... I may take up another character at some point, probably a bad person this time...

Edit: My newest post is up! How will the pubescent Gojira take this turn of developments? >:D

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Noxx
*slams his fist in his palm*
YES! FINALLY! XD



I've wanted to see a Mothra in this RP at some point, and they're finally here! Oh, this is so great, alot of characters are connected to them, and they could finally...

[* Ianzerep proceeds to keep speaking until his lungs]
[* run out of air... then resumes soon after ]

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

King Ghidorah

The fear in her eyes. The timidity of her stance. The way the younger Gojira seemed to curl into herself in his presence.

This feeling... how intoxicating it was.

It was what drove him, the reasoning for all of his destruction. Venus, Earth, and every other planet that had lain in his path. The subjugation of the prey in the presence of a higher being, their predator. The hunt. The battle. The kill.

His grin nearly cracked into a menacing smile, which in turn would have revealed his mouth full of sharp teeth for ripping and tearing, but not quite. He pulled himself back inward, kept himself in check, reminded himself that he no longer hunted the worlds of the universe...

As much as his instinct flared to tear the child in front of him to bloody pieces.

Instead, he brought to his notice that the young Gojira seemed to have glossed over his other request: for her to join him elsewhere. Despite his will, his grin grew wider. Intriguing. The young one knew the hidden boundary despite her usual naivete.

Not trusting the Thousand Year Old Dragon was the wisest choice she could have made. He was well known, by her own mother no less, and famed for attacking human cities to annihilate the human race. Although he had officially joined the other kaiju in protecting the human race, only a fool would believe that he had completely turned a new leaf. Of course, the only reason someone as prideful and determined as him would ally with his enemies would be for a hidden agenda.

"You seem very tense, young princess," Ghidorah replied, instead of answering her question. He moved a step towards her, allowing a touch that merely ghosted across her forehead, brushing her bangs away with feather-like grace even as they seemed to burn with an inner fire. The rumbling of thunder rolled from his chest, out of his mouth, and into the open air. A chuckle, but not quite. "Are you feeling sick, or are you just happy to see me?" The devious grin turned to a mocking smirk, amusement alight within his amber orbs even as he finally pulls his hand away, tracing her jawline with a gentleness that held untapped power within it.

@Lmpkio

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Lmpkio
You have a few errors in the Gypsy side of things, specifically the bolding of her words :P

*cracks knuckles* Alright, response initiating...

Pokemon: Digital Masters

@Rex
Are our other pokemon allowed to have Third Stage Evolutions as well? Also, I'm thinking of using a Espeon, with it's Mega having an Ability like this:

Element Mastery - All damaging moves with 80 Power and below gain STAB, regardless of move typing.

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Lmpkio
Ehehe! You have no idea~ :D

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@Lmpkio
Since our neighborhood spider had finally posted, I have posted mine as well. (It's not very long, but have fun dealing with the suave, golden boy!)

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

King Ghidorah

The alien kaiju that is named Ghidorah was a strange being.

He, who once was known as the Demon of the Galaxy, who had destroyed the civilizations of hundreds throughout the vastness of space, was now watching two young kaiju battle on the coast of Monster Island, patiently waiting for the more reptilian of the two to become isolated. His majestic golden body currently restricted in it's human form, obscured by the trees of the surrounding area. Eyes of brilliant amber observed the scene of battle like a predator would their prey, calculating each movement as they were made in a way only a veteran of strife could.

Why? For multiple reasons, the forefront of which was petty revenge.

To any other, his actions would seem silly; trivial even. His life numbered in the thousands, ancient in comparison to the object of his attention, filled with experiences and conflicts that the "Queen of Monsters" could only dream of. But to the thrice-fold mind of Ghidorah, the time was worth nothing in comparison.

None, though out all of his millennia in the Milky Way galaxy, had ever ridiculed, shamed, and thrashed him as much as she had. All of his experience, his power, his drive, useless in the face of this adversary. Yes, there had been times in which he had come close to defeating her, to the point where she had needed the assistance of her fellow kaiju to even dent him. But no matter the situation, he would never win.

There have been others who could best him, who could bring him to his knees by sheer willpower, who could rip him into shreds faster than one could blink, but none of them could ever garner his respect, his anger, his humiliation.

Only Gojira, Godzilla, Queen of Monsters, God of Destruction, his former nemesis, and current "ally".

So he waited, hidden in the brushes as the young Rodan departed, as the child of Gojira waved her goodbyes, and turned to leave for her home. But as she turned, he was there, standing on the sand as if he had just only appeared, instead of having hidden in the foliage and watching two teen kaiju train in tandem. His sheer presence loomed over the area, saturating everything with an aura of power that had been absent until recently. Onmipotent, omnipresent, all consuming. His eyes left an apparent object of contention, a dandelion within his grip that let it's seeds loose at the lightest breeze as his amber orbs locked with hers.

A smirk full of hidden intentions, the crinkling of the eyes, an open hand, inviting but empty of warmth. "Greetings, young princess," his voice was like cotton in the wind, soft and firm, capable of strangulation when in quantity. "May I ask of you to come with me? I am not here for conflict, only for words shared by equals." The words rung true, a bell in the hollow church of the sea and sands. No deceit lie within his posture, nor inflection in his tone. Everything was real, even if one would believe it to be an illusion.

Strange, for one who would have annihilated the girl standing before him without a thought months beforehand.

@Lmpkio