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Descension (A God SoL RP)

id like to reserve Zhenya Katava for Tlazolteotl if she isn't taken already

Descension (A God SoL RP)

Interested. Would I be able to reserve Tlazoltéotl?

The Worst Writing Advice

Evaluation and critic is one thing, but I don't think they when someone submits a post or work of art they're expecting someone to go in and re-word and re-write their stuff. They might seek help in the sense of grammatical errors or syntax, but to go in and just change it up because that's what you want to see. That's just fucking rude. Just saying.

Neon Rainbow: Kings & Queens of Miami (Quirky gang satire set in a Neon-aesthetic Miami)

very very VERRRRY interested~!

Sentaku

Mention: @DClassified | @BlueTommy | new player

"A good warrior sharpens his sword. A greater warrior sharpens his mind." Asami muttered like a mantra as she continued through the forest, pouncing gracefully from one branch to the other with such balance and agility that she seemed to have barely come in contact with the bark before she was bounding on to the next. Kuroo maintained pace with her, always just a half step behind. Though that couldn't be said for her traveling squad counterparts. Hirameki, ever the one to get distracted by something of little importance - at least to the Nekomata girl - and Yosuke, taking his time regardless of a given situation. Asami rolled her eyes though she had to applaud the young swordsman; his sluggishness was in no way attributed to laziness or inexperience but more so in the way of assessing his surroundings. A more strategic approach to the environment. A honed skill that Asami prided herself with picking up. 'Meki, she feared, didn't.

They were battered and bruised, and would have come out of their skirmish with fewer hits however, 'Meki's initial plan of distraction went poorly and they were made. A quick dispatch of the squad from the Land of Water; Kirigakure. A swift defeat for the opposing team... one of the few Squad 7 has ever had to deliver. One of them, their life force ended. It had to be done. 'It was either them or us. Yeah... exactly...' It still didn't sit right within the group. But they were in it together. They needed to keep it together; not just for themselves or as a team as a whole, but for the village. This is why they were partaking in these exams right? To prove that they deserve the title of shinobi. To assure the other villages that the Hidden Leaf isn't to be fucked with? Right?

'At what cost? Our humanity?' Such thoughts would fall on deaf ears, so she keeps them to herself. Persuading that line of thinking to the furthest recesses of her mind. Steeling herself away from the emotions of it all. It's a job. It had to be done. They would have done the same to us if they had the chance. Anything and everything to keep pressing forward. Asami assured her own conscious that it was necessary, for all of them. What good does it do them to show weakness and doubt now?

It wasn't long before the rust pigment of the forest tower was breaching through the lush greens that engulfed her and her team. It was six floors or more, based alone on the appearance of the building, with it's slatted, curved roofing and odd rooms jutting from all different angles it was a wonder how it was even able to stand - from an architectural perspective. A large balcony situated at the top of the tower, a faded green from being exposed to excessive sunlight, day in and day out, beckoned Asami and sub-sequentially Kuroo too. A perfect spot to lounge under the sun's rays and recharge.

However all thoughts of just relaxing as they wait for the next portion of the exams were thrown to the wind. Because as they approached the base of the tower they soon came to realize that they weren't the first to arrive. There before them stood three teams, two of them belonging to the Leaf and the other seemed to have hailed from Otogakure; Sound. Odd that they would have made it so far when they showed little to no impressive feats earlier on within the exams. Something about the cheerful demeanor of one of the members, a female with golden eyes; trained on Asami like a bird of prey, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Kuroo must have felt it as well for her stood in front of her, back arched, teeth bared in a hiss meant to intimidate and protect.

_{"Ohh~! What a precious, cute kitty~! Can I pet 'im?!"} The woman, clearly unfazed that Kuroo was in attack mode, bounded towards the young girl and her pet. Completely ignoring the protests from the other members of both their teams.

"I don't think it would be wise..." Asami assured the woman, whom she noticed now that she was closer, was a bit older than the rest of the shinobi from the Leaf that were participating in the exams. Another tick to her list of uneasy things about this team. A quick smirk graced the woman's features as she hoisted herself back up into a straighter position. The feathers and bells adorning her person swayed with the movement and in the slight breeze that filtered through the area, providing the relatively quiet space with the sounds of jingles. It would have been relaxing and a welcomed sound had Asami been spread out under the sun's rays and beneath the tinkling of the chimes at her home. But, she was not there in her safe space and thus, everything within her screamed to be on guard.

The bluenette's smirk was quickly replaced with a pout before anyone could take notice. Well, anyone not skilled in people watching such as the Nekomata kunoichi. _{In the end it didn't matter, not really, if anyone were to catch her... she wasn't truly hiding. Just... biding her time until she was called upon. Something within her bubbled with excitement and as she turned on her heel and bounced away she made sure to throw a casual, friendly comment back behind her to her competition.}

To say that Asami was baffled would be the understatement of the year. She was completely thrown off, however she didn't have much time to dwell on the conflicted feelings as a commotion dragged her attention towards the scene unfolding there at the tower's entrance. Satoru and Jiren were at it again, having begun to taunt the other, fixating themselves into their respective fighting stances, spitting threats and curses in each other's directions. Asami scoffed at the scene, nearly forgetting the Sound Ninjas entirely. Almost. It was a tad bit difficult when her furry companion would monitor and glare at the nin from wherever he was, though as far as Asami was concerned she would just take them on when the time came. If she thought about the uneasy feeling that settled into her bones, she could just write it off as the same feelings she got when she encountered any of the other "enemies" that surrounded her. And that even included the teams from her own village. 'It's probably nothing. Just post jitters from the previous encounter with an unfamiliar squad from a different village. Nothing to fixate on... ' She paused in her inner debate, heading towards the fence line, a few branches from fallen trees scattered about, basking in the warm glow of the sun. Asami hoisted herself up and savoring the warmth it provided.

She would do well to heed the apprehensive twisting in her gut, urging her to not take such a laissez faire approach to all of this. But, at the moment, absorbing the glow in an attempt to relieve the tension in her crimson spattered muscles, she couldn't be the furthest from bothered. She could clearly recall the wise words of her teammate, playing on repeat as if on a broken record, "Some battles aren't worth fighting."

Sentaku

_{Mentions: @Fiber@Infinite Cosmos@sly13@Roach}

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Izayoi rounded on the newest intruders breaking their way into the clearing without regard. If she weren't already wounded, physically, the look sent her way via those piercing blues would have done enough damage to bring her to her knees. The pain and distrust conveyed through Tetsu's gaze was enough to have Iza step forward, arm somewhat extended out towards him; palms still spattered in blood. She was vaguely aware of the glare shot her way from the other two members of Squad one but she couldn't have been bothered to acknowledge them head on. This, whatever was going on between her and Tetsu, was way more important and took precedence in her mind. At least for the time being.

As she took that half step it was no surprise that she caught sight of the tightening of the muscles in his jaw and at his shoulders. Tetsu was strictly on the defensive. If she thought back far enough, however, Iza hardly could remember a time when he wasn't guarding something or another. Though back then, a lot of the protecting was for her. Against anything that would try to come between them. It was such a tender and fond piece of history they shared together that would always have a special place within her mind. Corners of her eyes welling up with tears. She blinked them away, wishing them to hold back and refrain from falling. At least until she was out of the clear.

"Tetsu, I'm sorry..." It tapered off to a whisper and she worried that it would come off insincere. Hindsight would have informed her that regardless of how or what she said, it all would have seemed insincere. 'You did just trick them all and make off with their scroll, effectively screwing them in the exam and messed with their heads; literally.' She mentally flinched at the implications her own subconscious was warning her about.

A quick swipe of her tongue to her lower lip and she was pulling it between her teeth to chew on it lightly. Though they weren't alone; Iza felt as though they were. Time seemed to seep slowly from the empty space between them, seemed to drip, like molasses from the leaves of the trees surrounding them on all sides. And though she wanted to reach out and just touch him, bring him into her - even though he was a good few inches taller than she was, Iza would have still brought him to her and held him close, she resisted. All in order to make him see, make him feel, that she was so contrite in her manipulation of him and whatever feelings he may have had for her. The silence of the surrounding forest was dwarfed by the commotion emanating from Kotetsu and Eiji's battle of the fists. The blows emitted miniature sonic booms at they collided with one another. Flips and feints being tossed about as if it were an elegantly choreographed dance one would see for entertainment. But it made no difference to Iza as to what they were doing to one another - though she was biased and hoped for Kotetsu to be swift in his victory - as her attention failed to waver from the male before her.

She tried to speak once more, if nothing else than to get it out in the open and for him to have some kind of idea as to her internal struggle. However, the words are lost on her as she's attacked from behind. Having been too preoccupied with Tetsu and her ridiculous crush she allowed herself to be the victim. From the corner of her rapid blurring vision she was able to catch sight of the demonic mask belonging to the self proclaimed leader of the opposing team. With a kunai embedded in her right shoulder, she falls forward into Tetsu who aptly reached out to keep her from falling onto her face. However, with the past few hours still ever present in the forefront of his mind he's skeptical and prevents her lips from coming in contact with his own. For fear of being placed under another genjutsu. She really couldn't blame him. She deserved that.

In almost an instant she's able to come to her senses, finding herself laid carefully on the forest floor of the clearing. She couldn't have been out for more than a few minutes; at most, seeing as how she was now alone. The others finding company in their enemies, for the moment. Taking this as her only opportunity to make it out alive she bolted. The pain she experienced from her own stupidity shot up her spine nestling itself at the base of her skull, but she pressed on continuing through the foliage trying to get anywhere away from the clearing. Light filtered through the canopy above casting dancing tendrils of shadows upon the ground. She took a quick glance behind her and blanched, nearly kicking herself at how careless she was being. What was she thinking tracking her blood everywhere? Might as well create an explosion to lead everyone right to her!?

Releasing a groan she took a seat at the base of an ancient oak, nestled between the hallowing of the trunk in order to provide some kind of cover to her backside. Tears were now flowing freely as she sat there in the shadows; the sweat sticking to her body cooling down in the shade of the tall trees, adding a chill to her heated body. The blood that was once caked on her person had become less viscous and began to run into her eyes, vision shifting in and out once more that day and she had half a mind to believe that it would happen at least once more before the day was done. The constant ache of her shoulder was gnawing at her, a shocking sensation following soon after she attempted to remove the blade from her flesh. "I'd just bleed out more, enticing more assholes to finish me off." She grumbled before resting her head against the edge of the burrow she resided in. "At least I got the scroll..." she reached down to pat at the pouch around her waist where she stowed the Heaven scroll. However all her fingers found was an empty pouch, a large tear in the fabric - enough for a scroll to slip through.

A growl resonated deep within the small girl's chest. All forms of pain temporarily removed from her psyche as she furiously began to punch at the bark around her, stomping the ground from her seated position. A thorough fit, that was well warranted with the situation she found herself in. Frustrated, annoyed, disappointed and worse? Alone. Izayoi sniffed and rubbed her tears away in a furious fashion, having no one to blame but herself she steeled her annoyance, promising herself that she would make the trek towards where she left Mori and Karu earlier. "I could really use you guys right about now... you would know what to say..."

As if the cosmos heard her, a rustling in the treetops above her rustled silently and to anyone not trained in the shinobi arts would have thought it to have just been the breeze blowing the branches into one another. To her, she knew better. Even more so when that familiar mop of chestnut peaked around the corner of the hovel and connected his gaze with her. It wasn't completely gone, but the doubt and self loathing that had seeped it's way into her subconscious was pushed back and Iza smiled widely at her best friend, "Speak of the Devil."

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

QQ @Metronome
are you preferring any type of FC? Drawn or otherwise? i know that that could be a whole ass topic to get into i just wanna make sure it all goes down smoothly.

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

I'd like to throw in my hat for the demolitions expert~

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

interested

Ambrosia - A Slice of LIfe RP

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