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Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaARWell, Styx really only has presidence over souls sprouting from expired vessels, so the deceased. I'm not sure how influential this is, since it only applies to certain circumstances. I'll gladly work with you on working out the kinks/setting boundaries.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaARCS is finished I believe. Gonna do some quick spell-checking. Should I expand on the personality, or does it suffice?

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Was about to log off for the night but then I noticed @Natsu got the 100th post. GG.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Paper Moon & Strawberry Baby

BGM

Strawberry Baby traced Dark Wraith’s arc as the second in command of her guild leaped high into the sky. She mentally saluted the girl for her steadfast temperament, aaaaand maybe due to the fact that she wasn’t heavily fond of the orange haired boy, who was currently glancing between Drauni and Regality in utter confusion. ”With pleasure, ma’am.” The Healer brought her head back down to level and spun herself around, digging the pivot of her into asphalt to face the assortment of boys and a lone girl who she was sure to write a fanfic about tonight. Ah, yes, Ken was going to spellcheck the living shit out of that piece of work. ”I like her! She’s my kind of person. Perfect for dealing with people~!” The redhead cheered in a more giddy tone than usual, which only perturbed Paper Moon that much more. The boy only made a weak whimper in response to the words laced with cheer and a lethal dosage of anthrax. ”W-was it something I said? Jeez, I didn’t call her fat, did I?”

Strawberry Baby practically bellowed at the player, much like the time she had found out that there was barely any delineation between his IRL and IG appearance. She enjoyed watching the Rogue stumble around like a chicken with its head cut off. ”No, no,” The girl gently placed her hand on his shoulder, so lightly that he barely even felt the palm’s presence, ”It’s just like she said, young sprout. You simply talk too much. You have to be succinct, concise, you must make a beeline to the point. If you say too much, we may be lost in the maelstrom of words and interpret them differently than intended, or take them completely out of context. And if that’s the case…” Suddenly, Strawberry Baby’s grip tightened tremendously around the boy’s shoulder, as if it was testing to see if it could shatter the entire region through prowess alone, ”only bad things can happen. So talk sparingly from now on, kay~?” The girl tipped off her mortifying explanation with a prim, entrancing smile, completely incongruous to the dialogue that preceded it.

Paper Moon remained there utterly motionless with his gaze frozen in line with her passive countenance. The boy then managed to regain control of his neck and turned his head over to Drauni and Nostradamus in rigid, measured movements. And then all at once overly romanticized terror besieged his face. ”MELVIN, WE’VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED!!” Drauni emulated the same expression from the safety of behind the other healer, ”YOU NOTICED IT TOO, RIGHT?! SHE’S NOT A TSUNDERE… SHE’S…”

”JUST TSUN!!!” The shriek cry’s trail led all the way into the provisional carrier. Everybody, including the Strykers who had met only a few scant moments of resistance, stared in unanimous dubiety at the rogue seeking refuge within the vehicle.

”Face meet palm. Palm meet face.” A pained sigh left the girl’s lips as she summoned every ounce of endurance to not send a meteor or a morbidly obese dissolution crashing down onto the vehicle. She quelled the ravine that formed between her furrowed brows and cleared her voice to permeate the awkward silence, ”Ehem. Moon, you’ve got a city to lead.”

Paper Moon suddenly shot up from behind the vehicle’s exterior, managing an uncomfortable grin as he faced the crowd of Strykers and Sweepers, backed by the armored trio. ”Right, right…” Just like that, the uncertain complexion smoothened out to his iconic disposition, brimming with vitality and absurdity. He placed a foot on the front of the vehicle and leaned forward on his upper thigh, ”Right! Okay people, sorry about that. Just came face to face with an earth-shattering revelation. The woman to my left is only a tsun. Not a tsundere. You have been warned.” Strawberry Baby gave an exaggerated eye roll as she thwacked the Rogue’s knee with her staff. She stared daggers at him to assure that he got the memo. ”Ow… Well, anything’s better than an arrow. N’ways, since whoever was operating the turrets has turned tail, we’ve got a new task ahead of us.”

Dark Wraiths voice raced through the darkness and reverberated in every individual’s ears. She essentially outlined everything Moon was planning to glaze over, which actually saved him some much needed breath.

Now that they were backed up by cerulean tanks and those of their own it wouldn’t be too arduous of a feat. Still, Moon was aware of all of the factors involved, and took them into account equally. Anybody who died on this mission would essentially be spawn camped until the structure was retaken. The boy toiled in the sea of numbers for a few moments before he glanced up at the miniature armada again, still grinning with confidence, ”Alright, here’s how this is going to go down. We’ll be utilizing guerilla tactics for this one. Hit and run, lure sentries and patrols, gradually whittle down the enemy’s numbers- y’know, the whole enchilada!” The Rogue pocketed his hands and nonchalantly stepped off of the vehicle, greeting the asphalt with the bottom of his boots for another time. ”We’ll have three groups operating on a rotational basis roughly around the perimeter of the Sanctuary, with a few deviations here and there just to confuse the blokes. One will be commanded by Regality and Nostradomus, another by Strawberry Baby, and the last by Leviathan and myself. I’ve got an eye in the sky, so I’ll direct you all accordingly, but I’ll leave direct confrontations up to your discretion.” Moon motioned towards the tanks waiting idly for their new objectives, ”Each group gets one tank, and… ten, twenty, thirty, for- how about fifteen reliable comrades?” Since time was of the essence they had to get a move on already. Moon brought his Harvest Carbine close to his chest and met the gazes of the players under his command.

His laxed eyes transitioned into a by far more narrow arrangement. He was, seemingly defying the fundamentals of reality, serious. ”This operation and many others will determine the outcome of this city’s future. Don’t waver in your resolve. Strike fast, strike hard. And above all else, look out for each other.” Moon nodded his head towards the vacant street behind him, ravaged by the effects of conflict, ”C’mon people, it's time to make history.”

Players began to coagulate into three distinct groups, balancing classes and builds as best as they could. They gravitated towards their respective tanks, ready to charge onwards.

@Mega Birb@Kimiyosis@Bombardier

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

POST INBOUND PREPARE THY KOKOROS FOR DANK TUNES AND MORE MEMES FROM SHIRO WOOOOOOOO TEAAAAAAAA

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaAR Will be using this as a placeholder. Gonna write when I'm more awake, buuuuuuut I did include his race, which has some interesting backstory if you're inclined to delve into it.

Styx

Stands at 5'10", moderately built. Has a gaping hole that roughly encompasses half of his heart and his left lung.

Name: Styx (Ken Sato)

Age: Nineteen (Seventeen upon death)

Gender: Male

Race: Ankou

Personality: A man of many words destined to be heard, albeit he isn't the one who is doing the talking per se, that still doesn't let the undead's mind run amok. With a threshold for insanity and hardship, Styx never fails to provide a rational voice, especially in disputes. Though he can lose himself to his temper, escorting soul after soul kind of whittle's at ones mind over time. Let it be known that he is by no means an altruist. Though you may have joined the organization, he's the one to bring down judgement based upon the facts alone. One apparent inhibition is his tie, or rather lack thereof to his past. He doesn't feel incomplete without knowing his origins, but it still gnaws at his neck to no end. When it comes to helping spirits beyond, he shows an uncharacteristically compassionate side, his way of honoring those who are, in a sense, free.

Abilities:

• 21 Grams - Styx is able to tell the moral alignment of a soul, good and devilish intentions entailed. It's not a lie-detector to be precise, but he can get a fair grasp on whether somebody is going to go down a grim path.
• Deathbound - Since the components comprising Styx's soul are no longer here, the only remaining thing on the physical plane is a body with a perfectly pristine conscience. Essentially Styx cannot die, but that's not to say he's invincible. He still experiences pain like every normal individual- (normal being a term painfully misconstrued and all-encompassing at this juncture), but say if his body was to be eviscerated into millions of little shreds, they would gather sluggishly over an extended period of time.
• Salvation - This ties directly with his purpose as an Ankou. Styx is able to escort consciousnesses with... expired vessels to the world beyond through incantations, and should the issue arise, brute force. Only applicable when a being's hourglass has run out of sand.
• Fiend Friend - Styx can call upon residual life essence and fuse them into a temporary familiar. Since the summon is an amalgamation of multiple beings, its appearance is random and usually grotesque. However the familiar itself doesn't share any of the abilities of its long-passed donors, it can still give somebody a hard time and serve as a viable meat puppet.
• Shadow Haze = Variation - Styx can distort his shape and move as a cloud of dark mist. He can't attack or scale any buildings in this state, but is quite stealthy and can move through shadow practically unnoticed.

Skills:

• Scythe Wielding - What henchman of Big Daddy Death himself would be complete without a complimentary scythe? The weapon is more iconic than it is useful, since it is only utilized as a last resort when verbal chants fall short. Still, since Styx is a relatively veteran Ankou, he's had enough encounters to learn how to defend himself.
• Straight Man - In a district chock full of insanity this actually is a legitimate skill, despite how painfully true it may be. Hell, the playwright didn't even make this stock character crucial enough. Commonly as the sole voice of reason, Styx is constantly tempted to let his temper take over, but retains an aplomb demeanor as best as he can.
• Tolerance - Sending souls to the world beyond isn't as all cut out as it is made to be. Sometimes, people still have lingering ties or wishes, but Styx has to maintain a threshold and leave them unfulfilled regardless. When morale is in low reserves, Styx is the unsung hero when it comes to bringing it back up.
• Sans Sustenance - Styx isn't bound by the necessity for self-sustaining resources. He doesn't need to eat, but he can still do so and promptly expel waste.

Equipment:

• Scythe - Swish, swish, slice. Can be summoned from any part of his body.
• Mizar and Alcor - His two faithful companions. Mizar and Alcor are orbs of light pigmented blue and red respectively who serve as his assistants. Additionally, Styx also speaks vicariously through one of the two, since his tongue is reserved solely for his job. It's believed that the two companions are souls relegated to serving Styx, but since they too have no prior memories, they hold no qualms with their positions. The two are stupendously upbeat and have the same level of speech as children

Backstory:
Ken Sato died holding his girlfriend's hand... Wait, no, that wasn't it. He died clutching the iron bar sticking through his chest- crap, that doesn't sound right either. Oh yeah, he spent his final moments digging his fingers into the blood-stained January snow! That was i- wait, damn, not that one either.

If it isn't already apparent, Styx has absolutely no recollection of his life before he became an Ankou. Ken Sato died a youth who had accomplished absolutely nothing in life and thus didn't leave a single niche in the world's history. But that's not uncommon or anything, right? The phenomenon known as Ankou occurs primarily during New Year's Day. People are celebrating, spending time with loved ones, rejoicing in yet another 365 days of being human. Jubilation is at an all-time high. And we all know with jubilation comes irrational choices, like setting out on the road whilst under the influence of alcohol, leaving your job early without going through all of the wrap-up procedures, taking our other half to a construction site littered with KEEP OUT signs. Y'know, stupid stuff like that made by stupid people. And sometimes people kick the can.

The Ankou is- or rather, are of a rather elusive variety, both in spirit and history. The phenomenon itself revolves around the first death of the year, which is why New Year's Day is essentially the prime time for harvesting. Some believe that the original Ankou was the first child of Adam and Eve, others believe that he was a prince who challenged death himself, and as a consequence of losing was cursed to roam the earth as a ghoul forever. But in all actuality, the predominant policy is the one pertaining to deaths, except that it is on a regional basis, so there are actually multiple Ankou collecting consciousnesses. Gotta maximize productivity, right? The Ankou have unanimously agreed that it was Death who gave them the purpose of assisting those to whatever lies beyond the veil. Yet they do not know for sure who presides over them, or if a sole entity even exists to boot. The only truth the Ankou know is the integrated drive to help consciousnesses pass on.

One is an Ankou for exactly a year's time, afterwards they are granted the privilege of finally passing on themselves. But there's a little addendum that isn't public knowledge. It's voluntary. Though this choice only resonates with the minority, if an Ankou still wishes to continue operations as self-appointed henchman of Death then it may do so until the next year, where it will be presented with the same offer.

Styx is of the minority, and a two term Ankou at that. Though the Ankou serve as the middle ground between people and death, they haven't the slightest clue where they dismiss souls to. And the prospect of potentially winding up in eternal purgatory didn't sound to alluring to him. Even though he lacked a soul he felt plenty alive in his current state, so why ruin a perfectly content life?

And then came the Imaginary District. Holee sheet. Ever tried to put a Tengu to rest? Ever tried to put a Tengu to rest without its consciousness still beating the daylights out of you? No? Well, good. It's not exactly a fulfilling experience. Styx was the lucky Ankou to be transferred to the Imaginary District, and with his new surroundings came a myriad of even newer variables. So not only does he have to pacify multi-faceted human souls, but also those of the many diversified yokai dwelling within the region. You know Burabura's? Those things actually expire at some point! Ever tried listening to the last wishes of a lantern? No? Well, good.

Recently Styx has joined the scant numbers of the Miura Youth Organization, and with his entrance came a whole slew of additional duties. He isn't exactly a part time worker, but he is known to prioritize the purpose of his existence. Juggling the two professions has honed his foresight, so the Ankou sets out his agenda in advance. Which... is kinda hard when it comes to collecting souls.

Themesongs

Dear Anonymous

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@Cinderella ManJust saw your CS, I feel like our characters might know of each other to certain extents XD

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

-gets dragged in, suddenly wakes up-

Shoot, thought that tissue smelled funny >_>

Anyways, posting to say that the RP caught my eye! Will be cooking up something soon.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Hey all, sorry for the wait, been busy. Will be posting tomorrow.

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

||TRACK CHANGE||

Zephyr kept his gaze locked on his assailant while a darkened set of knuckles ran past his face. Air fled to give the fist a wide enough berth during its course, lest it be consumed by the shadows. The attack was crude and easily evaded, yet there was a notable measurement of acuity to it that piqued the youth’s attention. It was evident that despite his opponent’s recent conception it’s mental evolution was on a fast-track. After deftly side-stepping the colossus after it had wounded the earth, he locked gazes with the elemental and followed suit, widening the gap between them as well. The boy firmly grasped Azrael, an affirmation that the scythe was still ready to embrace its foe even more. With his posture lower to the ground, Zephyr was ready to burst over the field to the shadowy enemy.

The thought never crossed his mind that the colossus’ arsenal was strictly comprised of various ways to throw its fists. That would be naive, and naivety could easily be rearranged into death.

He felt it instantaneously. The sensation crawled its way up his spine and simultaneously took command of his axis and atlas to pivot his head down to the source. An array of tendrils encompassed his vision, all of which were racing their way at him, as if they were vying to see which would pierce its target first. A level-headed approach analyzed the approaching entities. One thing he noticed right off the bat was their speed. Sure, they were transgressing the air like it was nothing, but their movements were rather… lethargic. They were decoys in a sense. Or more likely dummies to harvest data from. The cannon fodder generated by the colossus served the sole purpose of being cut down, and from their remains the creator would piece together a new, calculated ploy.

But it’s not like Zephyr didn’t have a few aces in the hole himself.

He first started in a calm walk, then a jog, and gradually increased his movement until it culminated into a full on sprint dead set for the incoming tendrils. The darkness user brandished Azrael’s slick shape in preparation as he finally met the first envoy of the maelstrom. In one fluent motion the inner part of the blade was drawn upwards and sliced through the object like butter. The severed portion of the tendril flew past Zephyr’s cool complexion on its remaining momentum until it dissipated into an opaque mist shortly after, as did the main body. The boy pressed onwards and churned his way through the seemingly endless assault. Every beat from his music translated into a lobbed off tendril. With the upbeat tune blasting into his ears, Zephyr could discern the movement of shadows among the many other factors more easily. They lacked any capacity for unity and soon enough the student broke free of the storm. Once again he was greeted by unoccupied air, still yet to be met by the emissions of conflict. With a honed combat stance, Zephyr burst his way towards his foe for another clash.

David and his endeavor against the Philistine Goliath. That’s what he related this brawl with. Though the champion of Gath dwelled in direct comparison to the colossus. While he was undeniably powerful, he was not omnipotent. He was human to the core. He could be felled by natural means of combat, may it have been by a blade or a well placed smoothstone. David was the youngest of eight, and with no hopes for him in combat lacked anything remotely close to prowess. Zephyr was much like David, a sentiment he took to heart. But if he was presented with the question, he would rather taken on Goliath any day.

Even though his small stature sentenced him to an appearance far from imposing, when applied in actual combat it was priceless. As a punch flew straight at him, Zephyr brought the the side of Azrael’s blade under the arm. He grazed it ever so slightly, which alone was able to send it sailing completely off course. It wasn’t the boy who was guiding the weapon. The weapon moved of its own accord and decided to take the boy along on its graceful waltz. They were one, two entities of unadulterated darkness that operating in perfect harmony.

”Capture.” The shadow that had rested on the ground behind him suddenly shot up jetted its way towards the arm. The mass of darkness coalesced and took hold of the colossus’ appendage, simultaneously solidifying into a secure mold. Before his opponent could tear its arm free, Zephyr leaped onto the extremity and flipped over its shoulder. Without a moment to lose he pressed the bottom of Azrael’s snath to the elemental’s toiling back.

”Gungnir.”

The sleek blade that the weapon donned suddenly receded into the adumbral post. Only a brief moment of silence delineated between what the colossus had adapted to and what would follow. At the speed of a lightning bolt appearing from a sea of darkness, a spearhead abruptly ruptured from the dark hide. The colossus’ armor splintered as Zephyr pushed the polearm further through its body as it took form, finally stopping at just a quarter over seven feet. The elemental gave no vivid sign that it was experiencing pain. Its arms and composure had slacked completely, letting all of its weight rest on the spear.

Zephyr already deduced that it was a feint. All of a sudden the colossus’ head wheeled around an exact one hundred and eighty degrees, emitting a sound that could be likened to the sloshing of water. Its vibrant circular eyes met a glassy gaze.

”Hi.” The boy greeted as he stomped down any climax that may have built up.

Although they were both equally inexpressive, the elemental’s stare burned with a far more intense essence. In this respect, Zephyr couldn’t even dream of sizing up to his opponent. The colossus reformatted its arms and legs so that they were now properly facing the student. The boy tugged the spear from his foe just in time to guard himself against the pair of fists striking down on him. Zephyr’s shoes dug into the earth as the two tested each other’s mettle. Technically he was the first to sink his teeth into his contestant. Even though it was equal to a miniscule scratch, the spear had still wounded the heart of light. But at a cost. The dots of light gradually grew brighter as the elemental's gaping chest mended itself. The student took this as a bad omen and shifted back once his back was low enough. The hulk's fists continued into the grass, each creating a spread of cracks in the platform.

The boy lengthened the gap between them just to be safe. Capitalizing on this sparse span of respite, Zephyr adjusted his handling and stance to complement the new weapon. He honestly wanted to call timeout and lose himself in the panorama provided by the platform’s elevated height, but he was fairly certain the colossus would allow him that leisure. With Gungnir at the ready by his side, the boy braced himself for whatever was soon to follow. Rays of light stemming from the sun fell upon the ground around him, but didn’t dare to travel anywhere close to the weapon or the boy.

@Zelosse

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

Will be posting in the morning with dank moosic and swish swish stab.