Lonewolf685

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop

Sooooooo, now that the deadline is passed and your hiatus is fast approaching, can we expect an IC soon?

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop

As in Piss Drunk?

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop

I'm just saying if you have to lurk, you have time to work :3

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop

Shouldn't you be trying to start up the RP before your hiatus rather then stalking test post threads~?

The War of the Three

Luci & Suparna Wolgen

While fools rushed in where angel's feared to treat- Or in this instance, where the angel's couldn't tread because they were dead, defecting, or hereto busy being the adorable vanguard to a surprised collective of sapient maggots, said sapient collective and a lolita shaped slime stood by as events unfolded in an almost impressive display of collaborative devastation heaped upon a foe beyond their ken.

After all, Luci and Suparna were in an advantageous position to understand the concept of higher powers and how to confront. It could be pointed out that Suparna's idea of dealing with them was retreating, but that also had a rather successful track record not to be scoffed at. Seeing as everyone knew Luci's 'parentage' as up to the present, her qualifications were self evident.

"Diana, that's really not needed...but thanks." Suparna stepped out from behind the Dragon, surprised but clearly happy that even with their returning memories neither of them were leaping to tear one another apart- And that Diana actually ate the offered treat did make Suparna elated at how trusting the Dragon was, making her want to pinch her cheeks or some such gesture of affection not derived purely from lust. Perhaps they'd get a chance to talk casually once the world wasn't exploding into blades, lasers, and flying ex-girlfriends-

Oh right, she was wondering why she felt compelled to some shade whiter then her already bleached exterior. "Ah, I...didn't expect to see you either."

Suparna found herself facing Fran briefly yet felt none of the lust or passion she once knew, even as memories returned unbidden, their imprints bitter and hollow with recollection, compelling her to look away towards the ground.

"Of course you didn't find me. I left, and I didn't want to be found by anyone in Hell, especially you." Vitriol bubbled up into her small voice, "Not a single victory to my name after so many battles, and in the end I was only good as your cock sleeve. For fuck's sake, if I didn't leave you'd have shattered what was left of my pride like any other toy of yours, and I'd rather go lose myself in a Neutral Area then have faced that."

"I had to leave before I started to hate you."

That Suparna was holding a conversation without thought for defense showed how little concern she held for Helena's intent towards them, something shared by the slime girl who had mechanically taken an interest in the plants around them. Mother and daughter were avid gardeners, so witnessing some form of eldritch rose would be of mild interest.

Except there was no rose.

"Mother, as loathe as I am to say this...do you think we should just go?" Luci asked as her hand passed through a flower that simply didn't exist. She could see it, but her every other sense told her it wasn't there. Like a picture someone just slapped onto reality. "I really don't like this Helena lady, but I don't think that if this," She gestured outwards to an awe inspiring sight of collective overkill that would have bloodied Titanica's nose if she weren't buried, "isn't having an effect, we aren't going to do much with our fists."

"So why not just go back to Hell, relax with a little garden work, and think about were to hit Helena next time?"

War Notes

Leblanc Farris

[[ Location : Abandoned Settlement]]

Events unfolded swimmingly, any inexperience of their commander being outweighed by the deficiencies in the Roc's total absence of command. Leblanc could admit to enjoying the solitude of the hunt immensely, yet she knew full well the protection and the power of a pack. It came in many forms, whether it be a street gang or a flock of birds, though it was the strength of the order put upon those in the group that determined if it was a genuine merit or simply an illusion which, upon being dispelled, would shatter the prey with even greater force then if they had no connection whatsoever.

Fortune favored preparation, and a royal education atop Imperial training surpassed the instinct of lesser avian with ease this day.

It rained scarlet upon Leblanc's bared flesh as her knife struck true, as for all the leathery skin and hard bone a monster of size might possess, the eye was a near universal weakness of the living beast, and an easy avenue towards the brain which she rent to mush with a jerk and twist of the wicked knife. In much the same vain as a domestic chicken the Roc would trash and buck in its death throes but she was already moving amidst the dancing shadows of Natsu's recent act of combustion.

One silenced with a hole through it's now burst eye, and another screaming an obnoxious litany of agonized horror at a death by immolation. Leblanc worked her free hand over, rubbing wet fingers together as though treating the spilled life blood like a lotion as she approached the third Roc upon the ground. Having been stunned it flopped along the ground, no doubt finding it difficult to rise with the concussive force of a high speed collision to it's throat, but the seaweed haired woman had no intention of letting it rise.

Like a viper striking in the blink of an eye, her main arm pulled back and rocketed forward, hurling her knife into the neck of the creature. It dug deep and remained, a glimmer of steel remaining between handle and feathered flesh, yet was certainly not enough to kill outright, though that was to be expected. Finding herself unexpectedly facing towards Gradon and Ires' position, she raised her bloody hand in a short wave before lifting a leg overhead and clutching it by the tip of her shoe, supporting herself on one leg as though a long bow drawn to it's fullest.

Muscles tensed to the point her body seemed to tremble upon itself and her tongue darted across her lips, tasting the salt of concentration watering down her brow. The Roc was thrashing and moving about with the knife ever shifting, and Leblanc wanted to get this just right...

"There."

In an instant she struck again, and the shattering of bone rang with no more squawks to follow, and Leblanc's knife now knew the kiss of soil as it over penetrated.

"I believe that should complete our subjugation of the indigenous bird life." Her words were smooth as she slowly withdrew her leg from what once constituted a neck, a slow, exaggerated affair of movement as she reconnoitered her muscles from tearing themselves apart, and settled upon eyeing the newly appointed leader's plainly. "Could you remind me what's the Imperial Protocol on claiming trophies while on assignment?"

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Hildr Reinhardt

"Huh? So it is..." The teacher remarked glibly, fixing her attire without much thought. Unlike others, it was the result of an honest mistake, and it wasn't like she'd expect Boss to complain about getting a peek.

Besides, there were more pressing matters to focus upon, such as the absence of the proper speech giver and the presence of the one in her place. A glance to her cohort spoke a litany on Boss' interpretation of events and they both shared a tense air of apprehension as the speech unfolded with...surprisingly little deviation from appropriate rhetoric. "She can't be getting soft one us-"

“Oh ho, and to conclude, you’ll each be finding your directions to class located in your dorm rooms. And you’ll find those directions to the two lovely ladies dressed in suits to my right. Don’t be too shy to push and shove; they’re trained professionals, oh ho!”

And the dropped with all the thunderous upheaval of a hall stuffed full of young maidens now clambering for the attention of two very displeased woman who found lines longer then the hall they were confined to already forming.

It was into this confusion a hurried young woman entered, short of breath and with a hand clutched to her breast to placate the exertion's of an unladylike dash from train station to academy hall. Her gave swept across the shifting assembly like a saber slashing the air, seeking not faces but a familiar mop of hair a similar shade of gold as her own.

"Dana." She hissed beneath her steadily recovering breath and marched forward, with students parting before her like a sea, though whether it was from the air the malevolent vindication hanging about her or the more senior students recognized their actual Student President was indiscernible to her at the present. In a feet of surprising agility for one encumbered by such a modesty preserving dressing she bounded onto the stage and stood a full head over the impostor, glowering with such vehemence that even Boss would have been impressed. "Would you care to explain why I awoke to find you, my uniform, and assorted luggage were absent from the private cart and how said cart was then locked from the outside? I'm positively dying to hear your answer, and on top of that you can explain why the entire Hall has risen as opposed as the table by table method I'd repeatedly spoken of at great length?!"

Her voice was clipped and carried such a barely restrained timber of wrath it was astonishing she could hold herself in such a non-threatening posture, hands softly folded before her and face schooled towards the stern rather then inflamed. Though that mattered little when she was certain both the suited teachers and those before her could hear the two on stage well enough.

The War of the Three

Looking on past efforts to flee the Nexus or find an escape from the conflict, I revel in the cruel irony of your collective proclamations of denial. Continue on with this path if it is what you so choose.

The War of the Three

@thewizardguy

Well off the very top of my head, I would summize that for those hungry for power;

In the Nexus, there is a set order to things that is enforced and propogated by the mass proliferation of super powered beings in constant conflict. You lot are part of this motley lot and are exceptional save for there being so many of you.

Therefore, leaving the Nexus and entering a more mundane universe would leave you beyond the sight and control of higher beings while standing head and shoulders above the lesser ones. Hell, even Miyu could live like Deva if she found a generic slice of life world without powered people, so imagine what Henry, Fran, or Endian could accomplish with a universe beneath their heel and no architect to lay a design for them to fill.

You may not be immortal, but most here are long lived or ageless anyway, and you'd certainly be gods wherever you went with more combat experience and power then any who would possibly cross you. It's an opportunity to carve out your own utopia and instill your ideals upon it for universe of your own making!

A chance for Bonesword to rest at a peace.

A chance for Henry to own a fracken universe and all it contains.

For Fran to find love without the lines of conflict to restrain her.

For Miyu to go where none know her treachery and she can be as wacky as can be.

For Wolf to establish a perfect order.

For Khaine to stand vigilant over a young mankind.

Simply put, it's the chance to be unfettered by all but your own willpower, free at long last from a cycle of ceaseless conflict, or create one anew. The choice would be yours.

The War of the Three

@TheWindel
It's pretty much teleportation. I'm 90% sure that "abusing the minds of the enemy to move around" isn't, but since I already know all of my attacks will never land and do anything, I'm just going for broke.

@Banana

There is a clear distinction being made for the purpose of deducing a method to overcome Helena's defense. By stating what it is not is meant to make matters easier for RPers to deduce by eliminating false leads. However, what you choose to consider it as in practice is ultimately your decision and if Brute Force is what you desire, have at it.