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If you're buying "health food bars" make sure you check the sugar content. A little natural sugar is normal, but it ain't heathy if it has 20g added sugar.
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Being a small pepper.
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Just shout to the heavens "UWOH SEGGS" and wait for divine inspiration. Or your family's disapproval. Whichever gets there first.
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I love when I shovel myself out, drive through a snowstorm to get to work on time... and then my boss calls me 5 minutes after when I was supposed to arrive that he's not coming in and to go home...
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Facts about me:
1. I like writing.
2. I like cats.
3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 30+ years old... (I lost count...)
5. I have graduated college.
6. I'm trying to get better at drawing.
7. I'm a dude.
8. I eat far too much cheese.
9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.
10. I have two dogs and they're cuter than yours.
11. For some reason I have three motorcycles.
12. My cheese addiction has cost me one gallbladder. I have not learned my lesson.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1700005/KillamriX88

Most Recent Posts

In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So Atomic and I talked, and decided that there was a link between Wolf and Meredith's families. This is a story I dreamed up stemming from that. Hopefully he, and the rest of you, enjoy it!






In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wolfram & Vera & Vernon 2.0

@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Dezuel



Vera was down on her knees at this point, desperately clutching at her lacerated brow. She was aware there was a battle going on in response to her injury, but quite frankly she was in too much pain to worry about it. A bit of a shame, really. It sounded like a good one.

She was snapped out of her agonized stupor by "Andras" coming to check on her.

She didn't answer the girl, instead instinctively raising a fist to knock the girl's hand away. But then she stopped, looking away. It really did hurt... maybe a little help was fine.

"I'm... fine..." she insisted, but still reached out for the hand. Nothing. "Wh-?" She fished around for Andras, but to no avail. No hand. Had she already rescinded her offer because of Vera's fist? She looked up to see two strange people kidnapping the demon, but not really, girl. Vera blinked. Had she been hit that hard? This was a hallucination right? A very vivid one if so.

Nope, pretty sure it was real. Well, she'd just have Wolf figure it out.

She spun around, "WOLF!"

Just as the hammer began to drop, Wolf froze up at Vera's voice. He turned his head to see the kidnapping in progress. He glanced back at Vernon, "Lucky..." Then, without missing a beat, he swung his hammer, but in a new direction. He let go mid-swing and it took off like a buzzing missile through the air, smashing into the ground before Andras and her assaulters. It sprayed them with dirt and debris. Most importantly, it made a sort of smoke-screen.

He took off like a shot blitzing the distance between them before the dust could settle. Once through the dust cloud, he immediately picked a target. It happened to be Bertrand. He reached out, intending to grab him by the face and slam him down like the winning touchdown at a game.

Assuming success, his next move would be to recall his hammer in a swirl of smoke and aim the top spike at his throat before turning to the other kidnapper, "Let. Go."

"I'd listen to angry boy in armor if I were you." Vernon had taken the chance to reach Celine's opposite side, arm outstretched and ready to open fire. He then winced, "That hammer hits like a freight train."
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wolfram & Vera

@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Bartimaeus @Dezuel



Vera's jaw slowly sunk as William just sort of dumped a metric ton of information on them. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it hadn't been that. When his tale finished, she figured he must be joking. Right? But everyone seemed so serious. And so she stood there in shock, for once silenced.

Until William's mother called.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" What the hell was this? Some sort of game? Throne of Heroes? It was so ridiculous! She leaned forward, so she could see past Wolf over to Andras. "Oh, quite a lot, apparently! Yes, I see you hiding under there! So, are we human today, or still trying to pass as a demon? Ha!" She threw her head back, laughing further, as she sauntered her way over to William.

Then, as her hands fell down heavily onto William's shoulders, her mirth vanished.

"ARE YOU FRIGGIN' CRAZY!?" She shouted, her grip tightening painfully. "Resurrecting the dead!? You're stupid, aren't you? No, not stupid, retarded? Something is clearly wrong with you!" Her furious, glowering eyes stared deep into his. She pushed him back, though not enough to knock him over or anything. "Ugh, fine, so say you pull this off. Who's next? Hm? What are you gonna do when people start asking questions? If they track this little miracle back to you? When the sobbing hoards come to you, begging for the same treatment, what will you tell them?"

Her expression had now switched from anger to contempt.

"I mean, how about me, William? My poor Uncle, lost to cancer! Wouldn't you help me?" And now she threw on an exaggerated face of sorrow, sniffling and eyes glistening with tears? "Or that poor woman whose balcony gave out beneath her the other day, or those two kids who got run over by a car because the stop sign had been knocked over a few hours prior, or the man who got shot by robbers? Are they just not important enough, or, perhaps, you really just haven't thought this through." And, finally, back to anger, though still mixed with that same, venomous contempt. "Face it, William, you're trying to play god. Problem is, we have enough of those, and I doubt they'll appreciate what you're trying to do."

She shook her head in disgust, "Bad things happen to 'good' people every day. So I suggest you get used to it," she suddenly jabbed him in the chest hard with her finger, "go home," another painful jab, "and stop wasting everyone's time!" and a final, punctuating jab.

"Vera..." Wolf didn't know what he could say. Honestly... he agreed with her, but he didn't think she was right. She just wasn't wrong, either. Bad things did happen to good people all the time, and how could anyone choose who deserved a second chance? It was impossible. But wasn't one miracle better than none? In an impossible situation, it was only fair that William choose the one closest to home.

"Come on, Wol-" As Vera began to turn toward Wolf, a sudden noise cut her off. FWOOSH! "GAH!" Vera stumbled back, clutching her forehead desperately with both hands. A chunk of ice clattered to the ground, having just bounced violently off of Vera's skull.

"Vera!" Wolf hurried to her side, worrying over her. What had just happened? He had been lost in thought.

But the culprit soon revealed himself...

Vernon 2.0


Hand still outstretched, Vernon stepped forward, "I have a suggestion of my own, harlot." He stared at his handiwork with a smirk on his face. "Keep your hands and your words to yourself." He knew his boyfriend all too well, and so his next act was to lift a finger to William's lips before he could utter a word. "And don't you worry, little William, I'm just defending your honor."

"Ghhg... guh..." Vera was panting and shuddering with pain. She pulled her hands away to see that they were slick with blood. She lashed out, pushing Wolf away, "What the hell!? Why'd you let him do that to me!? Do something!" Of course he was being blamed, as usual, but he wasn't going to argue with her when she was literally bleeding in front of him. He turned toward Vernon, making sure to place himself between him and Vera.

"Well that's just it, mister Wolf, there's nothing for you to do, I'm already here. Your presence was never really necessary!" Vernon chuckled. "So why don't you just get her out of here, hm?"

"Apologize..." Wolf said quietly, his voice shaking.

"What's that? Speak up now! Use your adult voice!"

"Apologize." Wolf's expression finally hardened, his voice gaining an edge.

"Hm," that seemed to satisfy Vernon. However... "Her first."

Whoosh! In a burst of dark smoke, Wolf gave his answer. Vernon was forced to lean back before a large, black Warhammer tore his jaw off. The weapon instead collided with the ground with a heavy thud.

"Haha! That's a lot of pissed in a small package!" Vernon just found the whole thing to be a hoot. "Can you even lift that?! It's fine if you can't, I mean, I didn't want your help anyway, but it's good to know we're turning away the incompetent!"

Wolf's face just twisted up in a rare display of real anger. Reddish smoke suddenly swirled around him, obscuring his form. The smoke parted as suddenly the hammer flew like it had wings, arcing up, once more forcing Vernon to lean away, this time practically bending over backwards to avoid it.

The smoke cleared to reveal Wolf now clad in spiked armor, "You're gonna regret that." he warned, voice distorted and deepened behind the helmet. Vernon could only look up at the hammer now held aloft above him, ready to crash down. And so it did, forcing himself to throw himself aside and roll to a knee. This time the hammer made the ground crumble to dust on impact. Yep, dodging had certainly been the prudent course of action there.

But he had an idea to nullify that pesky hammer.

He let out an inhuman shriek, and the chill night air suddenly turned downright frigid. As Wolf went to heft his hammer once more, it didn't budge. He tried to reposition himself to get a better grip, but his feet wouldn't move either. He looked down to see that both himself and his hammer were frozen to the ground.

"I do love a stationary target!" Vernon unleashed a veritable barrage of ice. A sudden hailstorm to pummel Wolf. Wolf could only lift one arm to cover his face and otherwise just take the entire attack. The drop in temperature he'd caused only allowed Vernon to fire even faster than normal, but after a few seconds he figured maybe Wolf had had enough.

Wolf's arm dropped limp to his side and his whole body slumped over, head hung low. His armor had grown more spikes in response, but the person inside seemed to have been worn down.

CRACK! With a sudden jerk, the hammer was torn clean from the ground.

"Eh?" Vernon raised an eyebrow in surprise. Shouldn't Wolf be weaker now?

The hammer was lifted as if it weighed no more than a feather, and then brought back down with thunderous force on the ice below. A plume of dust shot skyward, and moments later Wolf burst forth from it, the pommel of the hammer careening into Vernon's stomach.

Vernon's mouth went wide in a silent exclamation of pain, all the air having already fled his lungs. He doubled over, sinking down to one knee as Wolf hefted the hammer threateningly.

"Now... APOLOGIZE." The command came from beneath the helmet as a monstrous growl. The air around the armor was distorted by a red shimmer.

Vernon finally was able to suck in a breath of air and only let out a chuckle. He looked up at Wolf, "Ha... hahaha..." He loosed an amused sigh and met Wolf's eyes, or at least the slots in the helmet they lay behind. A smirk once more graced his face. "Her first." Wolf just immediately wound the hammer back and Vernon stared at the weapon that was poised to splatter his head across the ground. This one might tickle.
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wolfram & Vera

@Letter Bee @Crowvette @Bartimaeus @Dezuel



. . . A Few Hours Ago. . .


"Well, that was a painfully long trip. Come on, Wolf! Hurry up!" A young, pink-haired (natural, believe it or not) girl shouted to her lackey, err, boyfriend.

"Coming, Vera..." Her victim, Wolf, replied weakly, throwing on a backpack. He'd learned to pack light and never take luggage that required hands to carry. Why? Well, because next he hefted Vera's two suitcases. He'd have said it was nice to have a girlfriend who could afford to spontaneously send them on a trip to another country, but trips like that just reminded him how high-maintenance she was.

"Hmmm," Vera stopped, stroking her chin thoughtfully as they stepped outside the airport. "I'm bored. That plane ride put me to sleep. You go carry that stuff back, I'm gonna go find a party!"

"What!? You can't, we just got back!" Wolf's jaw dropped.

"Yeah, and I feel like shit after being stuck on a plane for 5 hours! I need to loosen up!" Vera scowled at him.

"A-anything but the nightclubs, that never goes well!" Wolf argued back frantically. Vera had an addictive personality, he'd learned that quickly enough. She adored the nightlife and the club scene, but she also tended to give in to less savory indulgences. It had almost been nice the first time it had happened. Apparently Vera was very affectionate when high on... whatever the hell she'd been on, but she'd also been twice as nasty when it had worn off and she'd been hungover. That and, well, drugs are bad.

"Uuuuugh, you're such a buzzkill." Vera tried staring him down, but he swallowed hard and held his ground. "Holy hell, fine! I'll think of something else." And so they stood there, him laden down like a pack-mule, while Vera scrolled through her phone. "Oooh, that's a good tip!" Suddenly she had a devious grin on her face. "Just how badly do you wanna keep me out of the clubs?" She was like a predator eyeing up her prey, and he felt so very, very small...

. . . Midnight Fight. . .


"Umm, uhhh, it's my next fight, so, wish me luck?" Wolf looked at Vera expectantly.

"Yeah, whatever, just don't embarrass me, OK? At least a few people probably know we're dating," Vera rolled her eyes. "But, you know, no pressure." Her look told him there was oh so very much pressure indeed.

"Right..." Wolf's shoulders slumped and he shuffled into the fighting arena while Vera made her way to the stands to watch. "I won my first fight, didn't I?" he mumbled to himself. And of course he hadn't even been congratulated.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen! Let's get ready for the next round of bracket two!" The MC called out. "On one side we have Maxwell Booster, and on the other, Wolfram Koenigsmann! Do we need to hear anything else? No, we just wanna see some violence? Agreed! BEGIN!"

"All right, I hope you put up a better fight than my last opponent!" Maxwell cracked his neck. "Wait, is that a sword? You're not planning to use that are you? Come on, be a man!"

"Huh? Oh, it's... just a... normal sword..." Wolf pouted and looked down at the weapon on his hip. "I mean... OK, I won't use it..." In a world where some people could shoot actual lasers, a sword didn't seem like a big deal, but... OK.

"Ugh, geez, what a downer. This won't take long. Must have had a real loser for your first fight, huh? I'll let you have a real fight! Try not to die, OK?" Maxwell rushed in, hand extended like a claw.

. . . Meanwhile. . .


Vera sat in the stands, a phone in each hand. One was Wolf's. She had taken it to "protect it" but in reality it just allowed her to browse to social media sites at once. She probably should have been watching her boyfriend's fight, but then again, why would she bother with that? The crowd would let her know if anything worth watching happened.

BLIP!

A message popped up, but it was on Wolf's phone, not hers. How odd, Wolf didn't have many friends, Vera had made sure of that. Couldn't have anyone taking his time away from her. She paused for a moment. That sounded extreme. She would never... She shook her head. Such thoughts weren't worth worrying herself with.

"Ah hell, seriously? We just got back." It was from King, because of course it was. "Already with the freaking jobs!?"

She read it, and it actually sounded somewhat interesting. Maybe this would be more amusing than even the tournament.

K. She responded concisely. King would no doubt realize it wasn't Wolf answering, but that was fine.

. . . Back in the Fight. . .


Wolf just sort of flowed around the incoming attack, his own hands flashing out to grab the arm and twist it behind him in a triangle-lock. "Wh-wh- OW!" Next, Wolf kicked him in the back of the knee, dropping him down.

Finally, Wolf spun to build momentum and swung his buckler around into Maxwell's face in a brutal, steel-meets-face, backhand.

"Ugh... guh..." Maxwell lay there, nose bleeding, trying to breathe more than anything. Wolf took a moment to assess the situation. He was pretty sure he was just sad enough for his next trick. That was... good... he supposed. With a defeated sigh, his net and trident popped into existence in a puff of dark smoke, his net soon dropping over his opponent. After a few moments of struggling, Maxwell realized there was no way he was clawing free of the impossibly heavy netting. "N-no fair!"

"But... I didn't use my sword..." Was all Wolf had to offer in response.

"That didn't take very long! Come on guys, at least give us a show! Oh well, we have our winner! THE WOLF!" The MC called out.

"I-it's just Wol- OK..." Wolf sighed, knowing no one really cared and quickly made his way out of the spotlight.

To hid surprise, Vera was waiting for him when he exited the arena. Was she there to congratulate him this time? It had been a flawless victory!

"Your, um, boss messaged you," Vera told him. So no congratulations. No... that made sense...

"King?" Wolf was able to pull out of his emotional slump a bit as curiosity took over.

"Yeah, wants you to play bodyguard or something I guess," Vera explained. "Someone named William? Alex is here, but I guess they need a bit more muscle." She then smirked. "Unfortunately I guess you're the only one available in the area."

"Ha... haha... good one..." Wolf just wished he could shrink into nothing.

"Anyway, they should be here somewhere, so lets get going." Vera began walking. It didn't take them long. They spotted Andras first, but she was with a few others. Vera held up Wolf's phone. "Yep, that's him. The little nerdy one."

"Hey, Andras! We're here too! King wants us to join up with you guys," Wolf announced with a forced smile as the two walked over. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see a fellow Vigilante or that he had anything against the job... it's just that Vera had long since made smiling a foreign concept for him. 99% of his smiles were forced these days.

Vernon 2.0


"Hmm, what's this, love? Your big brother works fast it seems. Might need to get a few tips from him," Vernon smirked. Michael was putting his family's men to shame with his efficiency. "Well I do hope you two are ready. We're gonna be doing some real crazy shit here."

"Ooh, I like crazy. Keeps me awake." Vera grinned.

"Errr... define crazy?" Wolf was suddenly concerned.
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Rurik Alexeev
Christine Abigail
Thobias Thane
Bak Tsarevna
Samoth Moskono

@Hammerman @6slyboy6 @Bartimaeus @Gentlemanvaultboy



With a roll of his eyes from being ordered about by Rurik, Thobias grabbed his and Christine's wrists and soon enough the three were up to the third floor.

". . . I will never get used to that," Rurik said, his stomach feeling a bit flip-floppy. He had been under the grip of adrenaline last time, but after a second go defying the laws of physics, his internal organs weren't feeling so hot. Christine could only offer a sympathetic smile.

The fight beneath seemed to have ended not long after it began. A moment later, their attention was drawn to a nearby room by someone's shout. They were looking for King, so it must have been a vigilante. While the Vigilantes were certainly opposed to Mephisto's, they weren't their main enemy, not like St. Laurel's was.

"OK, before we run into someone we don't need to, let's go. Uhh, this way..." Rurik turned in the direction of the stairs to the fourth floor. With any luck, it would be mostly empty, perhaps just a few imps and Clara.

"Oh, but I think Bak is the other way!" Christine offered "helpfully." A stomping footfall soon proved her right. Rurik pursed his lips. He had said they were gonna check on Bak. She'd just had to play the good girlfriend and pay attention to him, hadn't she?

"Good point..." Rurik said stiffly, through clenched teeth. The look on Thobias's fault told him that he too knew that Rurik had brought this upon himself. Smug bastard.

And so they went, being forced to jump over the hole first that Rurik had made, and then the other made by Andreim. Rurik feared that the floor would collapse under them, but somehow the crumbling structure held just enough for them to make their way.

They found a hole in the wall, and in the room was Bak, guns deployed.

"There, we found her. She seems fine. Right? You're good, aren't you, Bak?"

“Rurik!” She said, turning slightly toward him and giving him one of those weird half-smiles of hers. “Christine! Thobias…” She said, her voice suddenly going flat. “So good of you to come today.” Rurik was one thing, he showed up late but at the very least he bothered to show up. Thobias just showed up whenever he wanted. Bak could take measures to correct tardiness, but actual absences weren’t so simple.

“Hold on for one moment, I am just finishing something up here.” She said, and fired. The missile flew over the top of Samoth’s cover at an angle, slammin into the ground behind it.

Samoth couldn’t react fast enough. He was more focused on listening to the other voices in the hall to hear the release of the missile, or its launch through the air towards him, until it was too late at least. He barely had time to begin moving before the blast detonated directly to his left into the floor.

The explosion sent him sprawling away from his cover, turning him over as he collided with a granite counter separating the apartment kitchen from the lounging area. His focus was dashed as he collided, dispersing his glaive and knocking the wind out of his lungs from the hard impact his back took the brunt of. He knew he couldn’t win this fight. Retreat was his only option.

He looked to his left, the area of the apartment furthest away from Bak Tsarevna. But also the most open. Without second thought, and even without waiting for his lungs to refresh their oxygen supply, he spurred himself to make a mad dash for the closed window while clutching his ribs, and focusing all his attention to the space to his right, aiming to telekinetically block any attacks he could as he made his escape.

Rurik sighed. More fighting, of course. He knew Bak would get mad if he didn’t help or something. He lazily fired a bolt after the fleeing enemy student, but it seemed to disperse upon hitting something. He fired again, but with the same result. Ah, of course, a barrier. Not quite as useful as his own, but also bigger.

“Oh no, he’s escaping,” Rurik said with obvious lack of caring. Another sigh. Fine, he’d make himself actually useful he supposed. He swore he was done after this. He grabbed Thobias’s wrist, “All right, do your thing.”

“I’m not a taxi service.” For a moment the two stared at each other, both showing obvious distaste for the predicament. “Ugh, fine.” With a sudden folding and unfolding of reality, and Rurik’s stomach, the two appeared in front of Samoth, Rurik charged and ready.

BAM!

An unstable blast flew free right into the fleeing boy.

“I got hi-!” Rurik began to call out, but stopped suddenly. “I… I got… HORF!” Without further warning he hurled all over the St. Laurels boy’s feet.

“Yep. That’s enough of that.” Thobias pursed his lips and blinked away, leaving Rurik on his own, cut off from his allies.

“Uuuughhh… sorry about that. Teleporting’s a bitch to get used to…” Rurik actually apologized to his victim as he wiped off his chin. “Now, wh-” He looked up and realized his situation. There he was, sick to his stomach and off balance, and Thobias had left him. “That… bastard…”

Samoth was completely unprepared for a direct close-combat attack. The blast hit him directly in the chest, even before he could raise his arms, and knocked him off his feet. Once again what little air had re-entered his lungs was knocked out of them as he once again took an impact directly in his back. He groggily attempted to scramble to his feet, but before he could do so, he heard Rurik pause, and then wretch all over the Laurel’s feet. Samoth looked at his boots in disbelief. He narrowed his eyes as his gaze shifted from his feet to Rurik.

He synthesized a kinetic bolt, launching it directly into the rival student’s stomach. Samoth would then attempt clamber to his feet, lunging at Rurik, throwing one palm into the boy’s rib as the other arm wrapped around his torso, under his arms.

Bak growled as Samoth got around Rurik and put him in between them. Rurik would never try at anything now if this was the sort of thing that ended up happening. She tried in vain to lean around around, stepping to the left, stepping to the right, trying to get and angle on Samoth and getting more frustrated all the while as he hid behind his human shield.

She looked desperately down at her chainguns and let out a frustrated sign before her missile pod popped open again. “I am sorry Rurik.” She said apologetically. “This is rescue missile, not punishment missile.”

Rurik’s jaw dropped. Rescue missile?! “Dude. Buddy. Pal. You need to let go,” he spoke in a panic to Samoth.

“Why should I?” He said flatly. “Not a chance.”

“You heard her! She’s gonna blow us both up, and I don’t wanna be standing here hugging it out out when she does!” Rurik’s eyes flitted nervously back-and-forth between Samoth and the soon to be fired missile-pod.

“Hmm...No.” He smirked on the inside. This wasn’t exactly the best time for jokes, but it amused him either way. He tightened his grip on Rurik.

“Look I don’t even wanna be here! Just let me go and I’ll make it up to you!” Rurik skipped right to the bargaining phase of grief… Bak’s missiles hurt like hell.

Samoth pondered the proposition briefly, even though he already knew his answer.

Bak closed her eyes and the missile came whizzing out of the pod directly at them.

“Fine.” He immediately released his grip upon Rurik, giving him a abrupt shove towards Bak. He would immediately begin sprinting straight for the window, planning to dive out of it head-first while covering his face with his crossed arms.

Rurik’s eyes went wide. Even as Samoth spoke, the missile was loosed. And then Samoth of course had to be a dick and push him toward it. Fortunately, Rurik felt his ability to use his powers return immediately. More by instinct than by skill, Rurik project his shield, lifting up and sort of scooping up the missile with his shield, sending it spiraling away up into the ceiling. He then held his shield there, like an umbrella against the rain of debris that ensued.
When the chaos passed, he looked around, first at Bak, and then at the broken window where Samoth used to be. He’d escaped. Bak was surely not going to be pleased.

“OK, look, I think we can all agree that in reality this is all Thobias’s fault.” Rurik crossed his arms. Not his, certainly. It wasn’t like he had the ability to go extra fast and dodge or anything. Nope… it had been totally out of his hands. Totally.

Thobias just flipped him off.
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Wolfram “Wolf” Koenigsmann
AKA: Crying Wolf, Rusty Knight, Sad Knight, “The Marquis”



Age: 17

Grade: Vigilantes

Wolf is the son of a “knight,” or better put, an Arms Master. Thing is, there isn't much use for knights anymore. Not only has the world progressed past men in shining armor, but the ancient evil has been defeated and Wolf's family is riding on the last wave of renown and status his ancestors earned.

For the first fourteen years of his life, Wolf trained in his father's footsteps, but all the while couldn't help but question if he was doing the right thing. In fact, he felt he was probably wasting his time. He wasn't even a power user, what good would learning to fight do him?

Then, one day, things changed for him in a way he could never have expected. As he was simply wandering through the city, he saw a gorgeous girl perhaps a year older. It could be called nothing other than love at first sight. He had never been the most outgoing, but he felt compelled. An almost unnatural drive forced him to speak to her and express that he felt drawn to her.

Her name was Vera.

Perhaps more unusual was that she on the spot dumped her current boyfriend and said that she would date him. And, from that day forward, she was almost always with him – making his life absolutely miserable. She was controlling, insulting, needy, and aloof. She rarely showed him affection, often only enough to reel him back in for more abuse.

However, that same compulsion drives him to suffer through and stay with her. It was shortly after, at the pinnacle of his growing depression that it happened: his powers awakened. He had already begun high school, and so rather than look at a transfer to St. Laurels, he found his way to the Vigilantes, finding they quite appealed to him.

As a person, he is exceedingly polite and always wants to be helpful. Generally speaking, no matter how terrible of a day he's had, he'll go out of his way to be nice to people. While he won't often start a conversation, he isn't exactly shy. For the most part, his most negative trait is that he's a bit pessimistic... though this mostly started after he began his relationship with Vera. He also has a pretty terrible sense of humor, and many jokes will go over his head, and just in general he takes things rather literally. That said, he at least has enough common sense to not come across as an idiot even if he isn't exactly a genius.

Powers:
Core - Dark Embrace:
When deep in the throes of his most negative emotions, his powers manifest as a suit of armor that reflects how he feels. So far, he knows of two forms:

1. Impenetrable Sorrow:

The first appears when he feels emotions that reflect sadness. This armor, in a word, is heavy. It is a massive suit of black, plated armor with a fully sealed visor. It is well insulated and little can penetrate it. Even light has trouble reaching him, which can make it a bit hard for him to see at times. It is, however, oddly vulnerable to cold.

Aside from its absurd protective qualities, it can temporarily emit a sort of gravitational field, slowing anything within five feet, with the effect growing stronger with proximity, but rapidly falling off farther away. This effect only manifests if his emotions are strong enough.

That said, he is not immune to the weight of his own armor, making him slow as well. However, the longer he wears it, the more he “adapts” and the easier it becomes to move and his offensive capabilities while wearing it increase. The only downside is that once he adapts too much, the armor and gravity field begin to weaken. Also, no matter how much he adapts, he will always be slower than normal.

2. Destructive Rage:

This one is rarely used, as he does not easily provoke to anger. Or perhaps he's just too smothered by depression to feel “hotter” emotions. This is a light suit of armor covered in spikes. Those who are touched by the spikes feel a burning pain. If someone should get past the armor and injure him, the armor will quickly grow more spikes where he was hurt. He can purge the spikes in a short-ranged area attack. After a short time, the default spikes will regrow.

The suit also grants him a sort of momentum. If his rage can be maintained, his strength and fury will build and build making him more vicious and dangerous... until he completely burns out and loses all ability to use any of his powers for a time. It is impossible to avoid this effect, as either his rage fades along with the armor, or he reaches his burnout.

That said, if he can survive the burnout, he can usually proceed activate "Impenetrable Sorrow" at maximum power.

First – Black Armory:
He also has learned to summon weaponry forged from his emotions. The weapons do not require emotions as strong, but do get stronger as his emotions do. If he is consumed by one emotion, it will dictate his weapon choice, but on occasion he can manipulate what he calls upon, but it is very difficult to switch from one to another.

1. Smothering Sadness: A trident and net combo, based on his sadness. The net grows heavier with his sorrow and the trident gains a paralytic effect at peak levels.



2. Violent Fury: a war-hammer with a pick. The angrier he is, the lighter it feels in his hand, allowing him to swing it harder and faster with little effort.



3. Peon's Bane: A flamberge (serrated long sword) born when he feels strong contempt for his opponent. Strikes from it cause intense pain to and sap the strength of the target of his feelings, but the sword can barely even bruise anyone else.



4. Coward's Isolation: When feelings of terror overtake him, he manifests a war bow. When his fear begins to grip him more strongly, the arrows it fires begin to gain a weak homing effect that can even hurt the normally intangible.

Second – Consumed by Agony:



Only ever experiencing it once, it manifested as black and crimson armor and a pure, black blade. The armor was ornate, but the sword simple. He felt a witness to his own actions. In the depths of sheer despair where his own heart saw fit to cease beating under the weight of his pain, it came forth. It was terrifying – but not for him.

Though it wasn't directed at her, it was the one time Vera apologized.

Third – ???:

Other:
He has his own, personal but totally mundane equipment. A pair of bracers, a simple, steel sword, and a small, wrist-mounted buckler.







Justification for his power set:
Yes, he has a lot, but he can only use one of each at a time, and can't easily (if at all) switch between them. Also, if his emotions get manipulated, it can totally screw him over mid-fight.

Be gentle.

(Note: Vera would be the least rich rich person in this RP so far. Just fyi.)
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Rurik Alexeev

@Hammerman @6slyboy6



Rurik's arm was still held aloft, pointing, as suddenly Vittorio just sort of flew by, screaming Alto's name like a spurned lover. Rurik only blinked in confusion, lowering his gaze, arm still held up and momentarily forgotten, to see that indeed there was a confrontation brewing below with Alto present.

Rurik finally lowered his arm.

"I'm starting to regret waking up this morning," Rurik grumbled. He had been looking right up the hole in the ceiling, it had been impossible for him to miss that Vittorio wanted them to follow him down to fight Alto, or at least those by Alto's side. Screw that. Vittorio's stupid revenge plot was his own problem. Rurik was barely on board with Clara's plan as it was. He didn't want to be there at all to begin with.

"Forget about those two, Christine. Thobias is taking us up to the next floor. We, uhh, need to check on Bak. Yeah..." He gave Thobias his most stern look. "Right, Thobias?"
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Rurik Alexeev

@6slyboy6@Dezuel@Hammerman@Crowvette@Bartimaeus@rawkhawk64@RoflsMazoy@Letter Bee


Kath glanced at Thobias as he appeared through the portal. He knew the boy from family dinners where his father and her parents would bring the kids. They’d play together, but those times were gone. None of them were as charming and cute as they were before, and their parents hardly find use for them in meetings. Not like they’d wanna go either way. She flinched at Thobias’s remark, and her rage got a new meaning when she saw him peeking at her sister’s pants. It was Christine’s fault for not wearing even a bloody skirt, but this didn’t give Thobias a damned right to peek at em. “Argh, why you bastard. If you like the color so much, I’ll sear your tongue black for those words once I’m finished with Rurik!” She turned back to Rurik once again, ready to come to blows. “It’s time to dance. I’ll break you into the rhythm.”

Rurik’s face actually went a little pale at Christine’s “encouragement.” It seemed she would be no help at the moment, and somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to ask for help more directly. Although, how did one get more direct than “help me?” Oh well…

Rurik faced off against Katherine. It seemed he had no choice. But he could always try to be “diplomatic.” He held up his hands, as if trying to ward off a hungry dog. His palms felt like they were being sunburnt.

“Look, Katherine, is this really necessary?” Of course it wasn’t, but it was going to happen anyway. Any hope of calming her down had fled thanks to Thobias’s little stunt, not that there’d had any to begin with. That said, maybe he could buy an extra few seconds to charge up some extra potent bolts. “I mean, really? Beating up your sister’s boyfriend in front of her? Not a good look, especially for a high-class lady such as yourself.” Lady was really stretching it. “Also… I’m just really sick of hearing about it from you.” His expression hardened suddenly. That had been enough time.

BLAM-BLAM!

Bolts away.

Rurik’s little speech had left Kath only more eager to beat him to submission. She was ready to jump any second, waiting for the right moment. She knew Rurik wouldn’t be so stupid as to talk to her in such a “friendly manner” without a plan, so when he shot the bolts it came as no surprise. Kath dashed to the side, evading one of the bolts but having to block one with her arms. It stung, but the adrenaline numbed the pain into oblivion. “That’s it, you’re finished.”

Kath closed the gap between them with a quick hop, immediately followed by a sidekick from her right leg, sweeping it in front of her.

Rurik grimaced at how quickly she'd closed the gap. Clearly he should have made stronger bolts.. When on the warpath, Kath was basically a force of nature. Also, it was unbearably hot being that close to her. Gross. He ducked under the kick and rolled backwards to clear some distance again, all the while charging up more energy. He was going to need multiple direct hits to even slow her down.

Actually, just firing off bolts was probably a waste of energy. He took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it due to the burning sensation it caused in his lungs. That said, he, perhaps surprisingly, stopped and stood still, arms up in a defensive posture. He was normally not known for one to stand and fight, especially against someone like Kath, but in this dilapidated hallway, he had little choice…

Thobias who had been observing the events so far, and also mourning the loss of a perfectly good afternoon, stepped forward, putting his hands on Rurik’s shoulder. It took quite an effort to walk up to him, as the stream of heat coming from Kath was mind-numbingly effective as a deterrence. But Thobias wasn’t gonna let his schoolmate become a punching bag for an Abigail, no matter how strong he was. “You're gonna want to close your eyes.” Thobias watched as Kath readied for a punch, her furious gaze burning with otherworldly fire. Must’ve had a rough day. Kath usually doesn’t go into full gear, because of certain disadvantages. But when she does, she’s a terrible nemesis, with unmatched speed and power. Too bad Thobias had a reaction time like no other. “Toodles darling.”

Before Kath’s punch could reach them, Thobias teleported across the hallway nonchalantly, bringing Rurik along with him. The temperature here in the turn was much more bearable, almost cold compared to Kath’s burning aura. “Rurik I’ve a plan to cool this hothead down, but I need you to distract her while I conjure another portal. That okay?”

Meanwhile Kath turned around, fixated on getting the better of the two. “You’re not gonna get away with this Thobias.” Her face was calm, but her eyes spelled fury. She put her palms together and channeled her inner fire into them, releasing it as a beam of plasma spiraling towards Rurik and Thobias.

“Is pissing people off your specialty or something?!” Rurik exclaimed, not that he was one to talk…

Rurik’s face was more serious than normal, but not in the “I’m into this fight” sort of way. It was more of a “I’m stressed and feel like I’m about to die” sort of way. He had no choice now but to throw up his shield. The plasma beam reflected off, arcing through a wall and tearing a charred gash into it and probably igniting any furniture on the other side. Kath was gonna burn the place down around them at this rate. He had to shut off the beam and fast.

He grit his teeth. Shield or not, the heat from the beam of plasma was penetrating the shield and threatening to melt the skin from his palms. He angled the beam back towards Kath, directing it right at her face. He didn’t expect it to hurt her, but hopefully it would distract her or throw her off balance. It’d definitely blind her if nothing else…

The searing plasma directed back at her didn’t exactly please Kath. by the time it reached her it was mostly dissipated, but it was still as if someone blew wind in your face. It didn’t hurt her, but it was annoying enough for her to care. She turned her head away first, but it was no use: the stream of heat was messing up her focus. Beside, she felt as her temperature was seeping away slowly. She pulled her palms away from each other to stop the beam.

Kath turned back, frowning in anger and biting her lower lip. She shook her arms, approaching Rurik with slow steps. “Now you’ve really pissed me off.” Her steps left charred marks on the floorboards, and her shirt and skirt waved around like flags in the wind. That was when she had noticed: her shirt began to slowly peel away from the heat.

Stupid fabric. She’d have to finish this quick or else she’d be naked as a firstborn by the time it is over. Her rational self cried out, hoping that it would stop the pointless rage. But there was no response. As she inched closer to Rurik and Thobias, her steps became faster and faster until she was running straight at them.

Thobias wasn’t quite done just yet. His eyes were closed and he had his mind set on a place where he wanted to portal to, but it wasn’t exactly clear. If he messes this up, he might risk not being able to surprise Kath again. It seemed like she was focused on Rurik for the moment, but who knows when her tantrum will turn against him. He opened his eyes and spotted Kath running towards them, fists ready to break bones. “Couple more seconds Rurik, and I’ll cool her down.”

Rurik took a moment to enjoy the slightly cooler air before Katherine began her charge once more. He rolled his eyes at Thobias’s words. Yeah, sure, he’d just go ahead and continue doing everything. Whatever he was planning had better work.

Rurik sighed as Kath closed in. He really hated using his Burst. He hardly ever did. Hell, most people didn’t even know about it. It wasn’t that it was hard to do, so much as it was just annoying. It required him to, you know, actually move. But standing still was sort of an extremely terrible idea right now.

He decided to compromise. As Kath’s first punch flew, he used a sort of “mini-burst” and he was able to quickly lean out of the way. To an observer, it looked like he just had really, really good reflexes. Thanks to Bak, he actually kinda did, but they weren’t that good. At his normal speed, Katherine would have torn him apart at that range.

And so it went for the next punch, and the one after that, and even a kick or two. He should have done this the last time he fought her, it would have hurt less…

That said, she was a much better fighter and-

“Fu- OW!” Rurik stumbled. She hadn’t hit him dead on, but her fists were so damn hot that just a graze across his cheek hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Well, that was fine, he hadn’t been planning on just dancing around with her. It was hard to do while constantly expending energy on his bursts, but he’d been gathering up one more attack all the while. He let the next attack come and he spun around past her to end up behind her.

He aimed his palm at her back and unleashed. KA-BANG! It sounded more like a gunshot this time, an overcharged bolt that had lost all stability and just exploded out as a torrent of raw energy. After barely two feet it would have lost most of its punch, but he was a lot closer to her than that…

Punch after punch, Kath had finally managed to hit Rurik. A simple graze is all, but the smell of burnt skin reinforced her resolve. Each punch grew more and more powerful as her heat sapped by the beam returned to her. Rurik couldn’t possibly hold up against her much longer. She launched her elbow towards Rurik, hoping for a quick knockout, but the he dodged out of the way, right around to her back. Kath spun on her heels, hoping to connect another punch, but a powerful blast interrupted her, throwing her backwards.

She had felt something hit her, but she blanked out from the force of the blast, coming to lying on the ground. Or was it? For a moment she totally forgot about Thobias, but she could definitely hear his groan of pain. She located the source of the sound quickly: the blast had thrown her into Thobias, who was now lying beside her. And looking at her.

“Oh, hey Kath.” Thobias wasn’t prepared for Rurik’s move, and when Kath bumped into him it threw him off balance. So there he was now, burning heat in his side, face-to-face with Kath as they both lied on the creaking wooden floor. He waved with his hand, and then blinked away just in time to avoid a nasty punch aimed at his head. He re-appeared behind Rurik with a frown on his face. “Rude, Kath, I took you for an elegant woman. Perhaps you need some medicine to calm you down?”

Kath stood up slowly, both her body and fist leaving marks on the floorboard. She felt blood in her mouth and on her lips. He couldn’t quite protect herself from the blast, but her body handled the sudden acceleration well, draining from her power to shield herself. She swiped the back of her hand along her mouth, cleaning it from blood. After a moment of silence she turned away and spit out some blood on the floor. “The only remedy I need is for you to shut up.”

Once again, she began to approach Rurik, her hands raised in front of her like in the ring. This time, she wasn’t messing around.

Thobias knew this well too, so he decided it was best to fall back and let the two lovebirds fight it out. With a quick blink he appeared next to Christine, enjoying the company of the pretty girl and the cool, fresh air that her body radiated outwards. He was so close to finding the right position for his portal when Rurik’s reckless assault made Kath bump into him. This time, he’ll be staying behind.


Lise and Andreim



Lise shivered. ‘Just how close is he to me? What about personal space?!’ Andreim was close enough that she could feel his breath on her ear. She shook her head, reorganizing her thoughts that had been scrambled from the sudden contact. Lise had seen enough of the the fight to understand the situation now. The team seemed pretty scattered, so at this point the best option was to stick to the plan. Which was going up a level, after Samoth. However, she had a more elegant solution to ascending than Andreim had considered. It wasn’t really anything he could be blamed for, after all, a commoner probably wouldn’t consider the unique benefits of having domestic servants. Lise nodded to one of her shadow maids, and with a single movement the maid scooped her up in a princess carry. “I’m going now, Andreim.” Lise remarked with a wave. The shadowy servant took off in a run, bounding up through the hole in the ceiling.

"I'll be right with you." Andreim gave her in reply.

'Fate has guided me to you and with you I will be… until my dying day.'

Andreim thought to himself as he watched as Lise was lifted up to what he hoped was a safer place. Samoth better not screw around up there or there would be pain to be had.

The shadowy servant which Lise had commanded to carry her up had left Andreim with some admiration of her being a capable princess, he also realized he had unwittingly underestimated her and he was disgruntled by that.

Though even more so he wished he was that shadow servant carrying her!

The battle was going on furiously on behind them, Katherine, whilst powerful had a limit to her power. Especially when facing off against three of the school of Mephisto.

They had to hurry to get up behind them in order to pin them in. Hopefully Samoth would get there first and deal with them. Whilst there was prestige in beating these ruffians, whom he himself would had been part of, would fate have dealt him a different hand.

My main objective has been and still is to safeguard Liselotte.

"Hold on for a little bit longer, Katherine!" Andreim yelled as he moved over to where his water powers were and then he lifted himself to the floor above to stand next to Lise. Looking to her.

"W-we've gotta go and catch up with Samoth. He must have already went down. Stick close to me okay? We cannot waste time with anyone else on this floor unless we have to or Katherine will be in trouble... more trouble. We cannot help others before we help ourselves to where we need to be. Let’s go."



Rurik sighed, he’d thought Thobias had a better reaction-time than that, but it was what it was now. Unfortunately, that meant he had to distract Katherine… again. She was advancing, but not as quickly this time, but she looked a lot more serious now. He wasn’t sure what level of anger and malevolence lay beyond “murderous psycho rage,” but he didn’t want to find out.

He held his hand out like a claw and unleashed a barrage of small bolts from his fingertips, like a battery of machine-guns. They barely held the force of a rubber-bullet, and Kath was more resilient than the average person, but he didn’t need to hurt her, just slow her movements and make her an easy target. Of course she’d push through, but if she was pushing through, then she wasn’t charging through...

Kath approached Rurik with slow steps, designing a plan of attack in her head. With each and every step, a clearer image formed in hear head. An infallible plan that would Rurik out of commission before Thobias could help him. The closer she got, the more projectiles Rurik launched at her. She raised her hands in front of her to shield herself from the weak attacks. Each of them stinged ever so slightly, but they were barely enough to affect her. She kept pushing on, her steps creaking on the decrepit wooden floor…

Rurik timed it carefully. The next indomitable footfall from the burning girl hit the floor. Rurik quickly took aim with his other hand and fired a full-sized bolt-

CRACK One of Rurik’s stronger projectiles hit the ground below her, and the old flooring gave in, her lug plummeting a few inches before it hit the concrete base. “Dammit you obnoxious dick!” She swore at Rurik as she tried to force her leg out. Pipes, cables and broken wood were all in the way, so she tugged her leg harder and harder. The floor creaked, and was starting to give away.

“Are you freaking ready yet?!” Rurik shouted over his shoulder to Thobias. Kath wouldn’t let even that stop her for more than a few seconds. She’d soon tear herself free and Rurik was running out of ideas…

Thobias just watched as the floor gave away below Kath, her leg disappearing ankle high in the opening. He glanced at Rurik with an unamused face, putting on a rather nonchalant expression. “Yes, I’m freaking ready if you’re so interested.” He messed around with his shirt for a second, straightening it slowly. Upsetting Rurik was a paramount goal of this maneuver. In fact, I’ve been ready for some time. Didn’t want to interrupt your fun with Kath.” He winked at Rurik and then focused his attention back at Kath. Damn, she was almost out of the hole. “I’m sorry Kath, I’ll buy you a coffee or something after this.”

He’d had a pretty clear idea from the beginning on what he wanted to do against Kath. It took him one “cool down” pun to realize that it was exactly what he was gonna do. When he was small, he would spend a month or two every summer at his summer’s lakeside cottage. Nice big lake in the mountains and a cozy cottage. More like a mansion, but that’s not important here. Important thing was that the lake was fed by a glacier. Cold AF, Thobias already learned not to jump in it back then. He’d show Kath what he learned. He focused on the ice cold lake’s surface, and a portal begin to manifest itself it. He could feel the cold surge of water enter the dimensional weave. And the other end? He opened his eyes and made sure it was placed right above Kath.

The rumbling sound of water filled the hallway as hundreds of litres of water came falling through the portal, chilling the air and cooling down Kath. At first it was steamy, but then the bubbling ended and the air definitely cooled down. Thobias left the portal open for another second and then closed it to stop the water flow. Where Kath was previously stuck in her otherworldly rage, she now laid on the floor absolutely drenched in cold water. She looked absolutely different from the girl that was standing in her place a mere 10 seconds ago. She almost looked defenseless. Almost. Thobias turned to Rurik, a gleeful smile on his face, his hands on his hip. “How ‘bout that. I’m sure that cooled her head. I hope it was a chilling experience.”

“Yeah, it was real… cool.” Rurik hated himself for falling into that pun, but it was too late. Ugh, his socks were wet now. But there was one last thing to do. Just before the portal had dumped half a lake on them, he’d seen one of the St. Laurel’s students jump to the third floor. And, judging by the footsteps he heard above them, they were just about right over their heads. Rather, more importantly, over Katherine’s head.

Thing was, Rurik wasn’t sorry, and he wouldn’t be buying her any coffee, “Not a good look for you Kath. I think you could use a friend or two!” He was, however, a rather spiteful person when properly incensed. He aimed his hands up at the ceiling over Kath and… let out an annoyed sigh. She wasn’t moving. Thobias hadn’t just put her out, he’d knocked her out.

Rurik grit his teeth. Kath had been a thorn in his side ever since he’d met Christine. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but not like this. Just Christine’s name passing through his head set him straight. He remembered she was right there. Fine, he’d behave.

A little. He pulled some loose change out of his pocket and scattered it across the floor between him and Kath. The students above had now passed over Kath… and right above his little trap. He unleashed hell. Bolt after bolt, like a hole-punch. Up above, it would have been chaos. The floor suddenly exploding, splintered wood filling the air.

One particularly intrepid bolt may have even made its way up Lise’s dress… only to rip its way free, tearing mercilessly through the fabric.

Thobias rolled his eyes as he saw the bolts fly up. Splinters flew around the hallway, and after one of them hit his face, he felt bad for Kath. She was already KO’d, no need to make his drenched clothes get full of sawdust. In the blink of an eye Kath disappeared from her previous spot, and was now in Thobias’s arm who was carrying her. He walked up to Christine. “I believe this angry twin sister belongs to you.” He put her down gently on the floor next to Christine and then walked back to Rurik.

Meanwhile, the floor above buckled and groaned, already beginning to give way and start its tumble down. With a final bolt smashing through the last, stubborn support beam, the section of floor opened up, depositing students and debris back onto the second floor.

Rurik stared down at them, his annoyance with how the day was going clear for all to see. He lifted his hand and gave them a quick wave, “Bye.” He still needed to take his frustration out on someone.

BA-BANG-BOOM! the coins he’d thrown earlier detonated, pulverizing the floor beneath them. Oh, they weren’t just going back one step, but two. At the very least now Clara couldn’t tell him he hadn’t pulled his weight.

“Ugh, the next fights are yours, Christine. I’m tired,” Rurik groaned. “Thobias, do your teleport-y thing and get us out of here. I don’t feel like jumping.” He pointed up at the hole he'd just made in the ceiling. The imps were still out there somewhere, and Christine's wall probably wouldn't last forever.
In Royal Rumble! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Rurik Alexeev

@Hammerman @6slyboy6



Rurik pursed his lips, stress beginning to gnaw at him. It seemed like Katherine was in one of her moods today. She was always annoying, but sometimes she also got murdery. Today she was definitely murdery. He turned his head toward Christine, hoping maybe she could deal with her psychotic sister.

"Any chance you could-" he began, but suddenly Thobias. Rurik had to blink his surprise away at the teleporting boy's unexpected appearance. And then he frowned at his... comments. Oh, he for sure agreed with the assessment of Katherine, but...

BLAM! A blast flew by Thobias's head, ruffling his hair from the close proximity.

"Ah... Thobias, it's only you. You should be more careful, it's not safe to surprise people like that," Rurik spoke in a deadpan -- he'd fired the blast long after the surprise had worn off. "I'd hate for you to end up with a concussion..."

If people flirted with Christine, he didn't care. Either she'd break up with him or she wouldn't. If people happened to notice when her "skirt" flipped, he didn't care. It was her fault for not wearing anything. Buuut if some idiot flew out of a random portal, stuck his head between Christine's legs, and proceeded to provide color commentary... well... his hands might slip.

Rurik once more faced Katherine, noting that she wasn't alone. He grimaced, for, even with Thobias they were outnumbered now. What should he do? Take Katherine's challenge? He could possibly stand up to her, he had been holding back quite a bit last time they fought, but that only meant she hadn't had to go all out either. Even if he was able to win, there were still the others, and while the hallway wasn't exactly cramped, it didn't give him that much room to maneuver. He'd never pull it off unscathed.

"You know, Katherine, show and tell is great and all, but you usually end up showing off a lot more than you should. Maybe we should take a rain check..." He was starting to sweat from the massive amount of heat the girl was throwing off. He took a step back, but it didn't make a difference. His head whipped around to Christine and, by proxy, Thobias. Help me! he mouthed.

He probably wouldn't get too much from Thobias, but maybe Christine would fight in his stead. She liked fighting, right?
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