Avatar of Kafka Komedy
  • Last Seen: 2 mos ago
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
  • Posts: 2116 (0.49 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. Kafka Komedy 12 yrs ago
  • Latest 10 profile visitors:

Status

Recent Statuses

6 yrs ago
Current I'm back, bitch.
9 yrs ago
Check out my Shounen RP! Again! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
9 yrs ago
Check out ma bugs bro roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
10 yrs ago
Check this shit out: roleplayerguild.com/topics/1..

Bio

Still back, bitch.

Most Recent Posts

About 30 seconds after Cirka had survived who he could only assume was Okuu's attack, his relaxing was cut short by a bonk on the head. He glanced up to see that pink monster from before who had stolen his sword. The nerve of this thing! Hitting him and taking his things! He would beat the cuteness out of her! If he felt like moving at all, which he didn't...

He sighed and pulled himself up a little, leaning on a block of ice he had constructed for support. She had asked him what was going on? Not before scolding him, though. "Eye totally know what's going on. One a' you guys' evil or something. Eye'm sure of it." The mystical youth said with both an exhaustion, and a sense of conviction. He was pretty sure he was supposed to fight someone. Even if he wasn't supposed to, that wouldn't stop him, but it'd be nice if goals lined up.

Cirka took a cursory glance around just to see what was what at the moment. Nero was still kicking luckily, groaning and moaning. Jack, (or, was he the mayor?) had taken off the ring, simply holding it for now. Some other people were talking, too. A weird girl to the side, just standing around doing nothing. And Chickenman, who was lying down. Also maybe dead? Suddenly, a bright flash had interrupted Cirka's train of thought.

"Oh my. I leave for five minutes, and you've managed to do all this?"

A short man, couldn't be more than four feet, had just appeared. Dressed in a labcoat and odd squiggly glasses, he gave off that 'quirky smart guy' vibe. A small badge with 'Hello, my name is; Eddy' was clipped to his coat. The boy silently wondered to himself if that was who he had to beat up, but he didn't want another bonk from the blob, and it still had not given him his sword back. So, he stood still as the professor-looking man gave his speech.

"Hm. Has Alton lost his life?" The nerd asked, pointing his finger to the fried chicken. He didn't wait for an answer to continue speaking. "In that case, you'll fill him in later. I, am Eddy Gadd, one of the first people to enter here. The multiverse. By magic and coincidence far out of my reach, you ten have been chosen to lead the charge against an evil villain by my program. The villain is named Eden, and it holds the power to corrupt, destroy, and reshape the multiverse. I ask you ten's help in stopping it. Or, moreso, I shanghai you into doing it. With Eden on the loose like this, him or one of his cronies will surely destroy you on the way out if you attempt to leave. My deepest apologies for that." He paused for a moment, a sincere expression on his face. "So, do you accept?"

Cirka grinned and shook his head, while simultaneously turning it to the puff. "Told you Eye had to beat someone up!" He shouted with glee. "Eye'm down!" He exclaimed to the important looking man.
Heyo! I know the status says full, so I'm just asking that if someone drops out or something, that I might be considered? If not, that's completely fine by me! I'll just be on my way then.


Sure. After I post, I can create a waiting list.
I just realized I forgot to post. I will get right on that.
Alright. I'll get to posting tomorrow.

EDIT: Erm, tomorrow tomorrow.
I'm thinking about advancing the plot after Chrono posts one more time. Any objections?
Uggggh first person rp'ing feels so weird to me. It's not something I'm used to, at all.


You don't have to do it in First. I'm doing it in third. I don't really care what perspective people use, honestly.
WAKE UPP!!!


Alright alright, I'm up. Jeez.
Okay, finally posted again. Sorry for the wait, and sorry if I misunderstood anybody's post.
"And we have our first volunteer-!"

Cirka quickly flicked his sword into position to block the two shots. Though the shots didn't penetrate, the fae could here the wood splinter against the force of the bullets. His grip on the blade loosened, and he slowed himself down to readjust a little. Nero took no time to begin preparing another attacking, revving his sword. Suddenly, a vortex force grabbed his blade away from him. A snap of the head revealed that it was a pink thing that had stolen his blade. He wondered why in the hell something so cute had decided to support the villain. A robot came to back it up too, so he probably wasn't getting his sword back any time soon.

"Time to make another, then..." The boy muttered, as he held his hand open. Around it formed a pretty decently sized great sword, quite long and large. It was lighter than expected though, since it was made of ice and Cirka could control the density of his new blade. "Skill Card; Ice Sickle Sword!" He called out. With his new sword, he charged his opponent with renewed vigor. But then he couldn't see shit!

Thick smoke covered the area, masking everyone's movements and making Cirka cough and wheeze. It also felt kinda hot, and for obvious reasons Cirka was not a big fan of that. More smoke filled the area after another explosion. Cirka, sensing the danger in the situation, quickly wrapped himself in a frozen cocoon for protection. It wasn't as strong as usual though, because of the heat, and the young man hoped he could survive.

The last explosion hit. Heat pounded against his shell, and he had to direct all his energy to maintaining it. It felt like the warm summer sun burning him alive. Once it subsided, the ice blew away into a blizzard, pushing away the smoke and allowing Cirka to breath in fresh not air. He breathed in and out roughly due to exhaustion, and laid down. He had pretty much forgotten about his conflict with the demon hunter not more than a minute ago. Right now, he just wanted to lie down. Forever. Ugh.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet