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Did you have something else in mind?


No, but if I did make a post now it would probably be to attack which might interfere with Raditz reacting to Gor Dae's attack.

The only thing a post for Alex right now would contain would be a reaction to Gor Dae's attack, which can be better done after seeing what the effects of that attack actually are.
Gor went for the kill. His legs contracted for a moment, before Gor lunged at Radiz, intending to clap his jaws down on the top of Radiz's skull, utilizing one of his signature moves. His intent, clamp down and unleash his hellish flames and broil Radiz'z greymatter within his skull.


@Weird Tales He's chomping on his skull and then using fire breath.

And if that's the blow that kills Raditz then even more reason for me not to do anything yet.

My introductory post is up; hopefully it was worth the wait.
The phone on her bedside table lit up as it received another message, illuminating the dark bedroom as the device drifting across the wooden surface as it vibrated. Lazily lifting a hand up and stretching her arm over to it she dragged the mobile towards her and tilted to screen so she could see what it said; one of her ‘friends’ wanted help studying for an upcoming math test and of course they it was her they came to first. With a sigh she quickly tapped out a response to the request before throwing the device back down on the mattress and burying her face back into her pillow.

It was less than a minute later before the phone began vibrating again, no harsh light filling the room this time with the mobile screen down on the bed but she could feel the vibrations through the mattress. Lifting herself off of the bed Erika turned over so that she was lying on her back, giving up on the idea of having a moment’s peace and quiet. It was a different person this time, another ‘friend’ inviting her to a sleep over next week.

Erika frowned at the screen, staring at the message with the obnoxious number of emojis before tapping out another response and dropping the phone onto her stomach. She’d have to attend the sleepover, there was no way around it; parties she could ignore with excuses about other engagements or wanting to get an early night, double dates she avoided with her usual excuse of wanting to stay single till college, but for things like this she needed to put in some effort if she didn’t want people to start asking questions. One whole night where she’d have to keep up the façade the entire time; at least it was on a school night, so she could make an excuse to retire early if she was getting frustrated.

Her head dropped onto the pillow and she stared at the ceiling, eyes glazing over as she tried to let her mind just drift away. The spell broke when she felt her phone vibrate again, this time directly on her stomach. The screen illuminated her room with its searing blue light, revealing a room filled with typical teenage girl paraphernalia; the walls were adorned with posters for bands she’d never listened to, but whose albums she could all name from memory, and pictures of male models she despised but whose entire history she could recite if needed. Her vanity was covered with make-up kits and fashion magazines and the floor was home to a number of stuffed animals that had been thrown from her bed so she could slump down in their place.

Reaching behind her head Erika lifted the pillow she was lying on out from under her and raised it above her face. She lowered it down till it covered her head, drowning out the sounds of the phone to an extent while also making it difficult to breathe, and held it there for a few seconds before letting it go. Throwing the pillow to the side she reached down and recovered her phone, holding it over her face to see the screen, expecting to see another message with a request for help she would need to deal with or sending an invitation to something she would have to find a way out of.

It was neither of those. Instead it was a message from a number she didn’t recognise containing nothing but junk text, just a mass of random characters that filled the screen. Was this some kind of prank? Was it someone from school playing a trick on her or maybe some new chain letter that she was supposed to forward on?

Staring at the screen in confusion Erika felt a headache coming on the longer she looked at it; it was even starting to look like the characters were changing and dancing around the screen. Sitting up on her bed Erika tried to back out of the message, only to find that she couldn’t. No matter what button she pressed her phone wasn’t responding; had she been sent a virus? Was her phone being hacked? The more she looked at the randomly shifting characters the more it seemed like there were actual words or phrases mixed in with the noise. Eventually, one by one, some of the characters in the middle of the jumble began to lock into place, slowly beginning to form a message.

Bearer located

A circle a light suddenly erupted around her, bright shining white replacing the blue that lit her room as Erika dropped her phone in shock. Before she could even think of trying to run, the centre of the circle opened up into nothingness and Erika was swallowed up.

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...Transfer successful

Bearer:Sincerity=acquired

Begin transfer of remaining Bearers...
@Polyphemus I'll try and get a CS up for my human character today, but I haven't heard anything back about The Seraph. I finished her CS a few days ago and tagged you in a message.
@Weird Tales I probably shouldn't do anything until I see whether or not Gor Dae bit Raditz head off.
@CaptainSully I'm interested in taking part in this. Gotta love a good nostalgia RP.

I'll probably make a character who, like yours, is more focused on martial arts than ki beams; I like the idea of a character who's more skilled than he is powerful.
“You’re not wrong, but something just tells me now is a good time to leave.” Now that Oberon thought about it, he didn’t really know why that was. He remembered a vague sense of dread in the moments after he had awoken after evolving, a memory of something experienced while in a dream-like state that told him it was a good idea to leave the cave. Time had made that memory fuzzier and being distracted while speaking to Jason and the others hadn’t helped.

Even if he didn’t remember exactly why it was important to leave however, the presence of the undead was still a convincing reason.

The Slime, Asura, then mentioned something about wanting to defeat one of every type of creature in the cave as well as only wanting to grind while he was alone. “It’s probably best not to get too caught up in the idea of this place being a video game. If you want to come with us you can; I want to try and meet up with the others as soon as possible, I imagine most of us could use some sleep after today.”

@Kazemitsu
“Maybe they only want to protect their artefacts from you. Is that why you’ve been causing them so much trouble? Because you suspect them of conspiring against us?” Rider turned his head to regard Archer; the man was young, not that he of all people could judge another for that, and seemed to be a bit of an eccentric. He was not a fool though, so if he thought the church had ulterior motives then perhaps he should start paying attention to their actions himself. “People are simple; likely they only mean to cheat us out of the Grail once the Greys are dealt with; one of our Masters is a member of the church, they only need to ensure he wins. Defeating the red faction is only the first part of this war after all; I’m sure we are all taking steps to ensure our victory.”

@Reflection

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“Just because there are more exits doesn’t mean these tunnels are any safer.” Dieter let out a sigh and followed the other Magus down the steps into the tunnels. It seemed that arguing wasn’t going to get him anywhere with Leon or the others; not that arguing ever seemed to do much good anyway. His concerns were almost always ignored.

“If the Greys control the Grail and managed to hold on to it until the end of this war, they won’t just be able to make one wish. They’ll be able to control the next war as well and the war after that.” Dieter stopped in front of one door and pushed it open hesitantly, sighing again once he saw the dull grey concrete walls and simple furnishings. “Though perhaps I am over thinking things; maybe the one wish they have is worth risking everything for.”

@vancexentan@The Irish Tree
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