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ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

Say, how many people were there in this party exactly? Including dead people

In the shadow of Beacon. (RWBY roleplay)

Yay :D I'll have a new post up in a few hours, I have stuff to do first.

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

Well, there's only 6 people including the GM and factoring in the different time zones, it comes to a somewhat predictable posting order. Also factoring in the length of the posts and stuff. At least, that's how I see it.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

"Well, alright." Loki said, yawning. "I'll be there sooner or later." Loki turned off the TV and went to get changed. He had his clothes ready for this, as well as his throwing knives. "Say, Ruby." Loki said into the still connected phone. "I was thinking, you know how you said I can get certain things that I want if I'm with Aperture?" Loki pulled on his shirt and pants, followed by his sweater. He put a few throwing knives into his pockets, as well as chucking his packet of uno cards in there. "Well, I kinda want a laser sword." He said, not really caring if she was listening. He pulled on his socks and shoes, also fastening his tie underneath his sweater. "Wait, hold on. That's stupid." Loki said distractedly. The final touch, Loki shrugged his coat on. He snuck a few throwing knives into his secret pockets and stuck a few more in his sleeves. He was ready to go. "I at least kinda want, like, a tranq gun, and a taser for all the people the tranq gun doesn't work on." He said, thinking out loud. Loki grabbed his keys and went out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. "I mean, I still kind of want the laser sword, it's just that I don't need it right now." Loki said, as he boarded the elevator. The elevator descended quickly to the ground floor and deposited Loki in the lobby. "Hey, Ruby, you still with me?" Loki asked, exiting the apartment quickly. "I kind of need directions. I have no idea where aperture is."

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

Alright, this is going well. Alex thought. The boss’s health was dropping steadily, even in the early stages of the fight. In fact, it was kind of more tedious than anything, because the boss was focused on the tanks who were using their hate skills. Alex liked to think that whenever someone used a hate skill, they were insulting the monster’s mother, and the monsters responded in rage. Alex stood practically in the same spot, jumping over the monster’s cleaves as he struck it again and again. His individual blows wouldn’t do much for a boss with multiple health bars, but he had nothing better to do anyway. Steven and Alan were doing just fine, and Thomas wasn’t really doing anything at all. As for the boss itself, its move set was fairly straightforward and rather boring, and this was getting tedious. Before he noticed it, the tiny tank from his own party was next to him. “Fancy meeting you here.” He said idly. The boss quickly reared back its arm for a powerful cleave. Alex prepared to dodge, but a sudden thought struck him. He started grinning crazily as he pictured what he needed to do, and how exactly to do it. As the arm swept around, targeting the tiny tank, Alex jumped forward and up, in the path of the boss’s arm, sword outstretched. As the cleaver hit the front line, Alex’s sword stabbed into the boss’s arm, digging into the mass of corpses as Alex held on for dear life. Success! Alex thought wildly, the boss’s arm still moving. The momentum from the swing almost threw Alex off balance, but he held on. The boss’s attack animation stopped and Alex leaped into action, climbing on top of the arm and running up towards the boss’s grotesque head, tearing a scar across its’ arm with his great sword, still embedded in the boss’s flesh. At his shoulder, Alex leaped, his sword cleanly cutting out of the corpses, and Alex landed on its head-cage. Alex began to rain blows onto the grotesque goliath’s head. The rotting monster brought its gargantuan fist down on Alex, but he dodged at the last minute and landed gracefully on the ground as the boss punched itself in the face, denting its cage. Alex jumped back, his grin practically splitting his face. That was the first time he’d done something like that, and he’d loved every second of it. Alex drank a health potion to get his health back to full, and to give him time for his heart to settle. As he glanced back up, he found that a massive cleaver was flying straight towards his face. Alex rolled away immediately, coming up on his feet to see to see it smack into a wall. Alex turned and saw that the boss was charging dark magic. Wasting no time, he called out to his familiars. “Alan! Steven! Thomas!” He said. Thankfully, they understood. Steven bolted over to Alex’s head and Alan flew overhead, Thomas in his claws. Alex stood up and jumped backwards, great sword poised to shield him from the force. The dark nova was released and Alex was pushed backwards a fair amount, breaking into a roll and coming to a stop several meters away from where he just was. The boss was now unarmed, and according to the panic ramblings of the leaders, it was too soon for it to do so. A quick check of its health bar showed that it was close to death, but they would need to rally to do some real damage… Basically, it wasn’t Alex’s problem. Alex looked behind him and saw the massive cleaver. A devilish smile penetrated his expression. Alex ran up to the cleaver stuck in the wall. He jumped up and grabbed the hilt, putting his weight into downing it. It budged as Alex jerked the hilt, until with a crash, it came free. Alex dragged it clear of the wall, marvelling at its weight. This thing is really heavy. He thought, hefting to his shoulder. But if he was right, this would be sooo worth it. Alex’s grin widened. Running as fast as he could with something almost twice his size, he jumped at the boss and swung downwards, dealing quite the chunk of damage. Now that’s damage. Alex thought, jumping out of reach with a grin that split his face. He was sure that he technically couldn't do this, and that the cleaver was technically a boss drop, but Alfheim wasn’t just any MMO. Alfheim online was a virtual reality MMO, so he could do stuff like this. That said, doing stuff was one thing and getting away with it was another, but Alex wanted to do mess around as much as possible before the fun police got in his way.

The Witch Hunt

Steven stared at the mist as the group approached it, slightly nervous. It should be safe, but he couldn’t know without experiencing it himself. That made him nervous. He assumed that the captain was trustworthy, and she had assured them that they would be fine, but circumstances wouldn’t be exactly the same for every person. There was only a small chance that something unexpected would happen, but it still made Steven a little nervous. Nevertheless, the group pressed on. As they neared the edge of the fog, Steven steeled himself for what awaited. A few meters away from it and he began to feel a little odd. With a little reluctance, Steven stepped into the fog. As soon as his head was engulfed in the mist, his world became quiet, as if the fog had also obscured his hearing. His thoughts drifted away from him, and Steven was calm. Be at peace, The mist seemed to say. There is happiness here… It said, coiling around him. Some part of his mind said that this was unnatural, that the world was not so serene. But his mind was elsewhere, and Steven was in the fog. Steven slowly lifted his hand up, cupping some fog in his palm. It mysteriously stayed in his hand, wavering slightly. Stay here… The mist whisphered. There is no sadness here… It said to Steven. “If only I could collect happiness in my hand like this…” Steven said. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so troubled.” He let go of the mist and it dissipated. Steven slowly came out of his trance and immediately walked into a tree. Steven rubbed his nose and looked around. The mist abundant, but not thick enough to obscure vision by too much. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the fog, and if Steven looked back, he could see the edge of it, where it gave way to the rest of the world. Steven stooped down and took some crystals, as that was what they were here for. What are these? Steven thought to himself. Putting them into his bag, Steven found himself pondering about them. Why did they need these? Why were they growing in the weird fog? Steven turned to ask the captain, but she was busy pulling another recruit away from going deeper into the mist. Huh. Steven thought. Out of the corner of his mind, he had heard the captain say that it was more difficult to resist the mist if you were depressed, but he didn’t know that it actually applied to one of the recruits. Steven turned back to gathering crystals. The captain would have her hands full for a while. The trainee paladins soon left the mist, bags full of crystals. Steven had some in his pockets because his bag was full. As soon as Steven stepped out of the mist, the thoughts that left him behind came back to him, causing him to pause mid-step. He soon got over the surprise, however, and felt normal once again. No fogged mind, no fogged vision. Steven stretched, and was glad to see the sun. He looked around at the other trainees, some who were still in shock over returning once more to their thoughts. Well, they’ll be alright. Steven said. The trainees had an hour to rest, and after that, they would be on their way. So Steven took the time to observe the reactions of his fellow trainees. The majority had gotten over their blissful experience, but some were still out of it. What was interesting was the fact that the reaction of the person who’d been impacted by the mist to the highest degree was bringing plenty of worry for her. Steven reasoned that it was surprising to see someone they’ve trained with for practically years collapse was shocking, but there was more to that. Back during training, Steven had often heard Alicia mentioned in the conversations of other trainees. Due to her high birth and fast progress, she was hailed as the strongest person in their group. She was the one who took command when the old captain was killed last night. Most of the trainees respected her for her family, but she showed skill to back it up. Steven was surprised to see that she had some kind of depression, but he wasn’t as shocked as all of the other had been. Steven hadn’t noticed it himself, but she seemed to be held in very high regard amongst the recruits. Similar to the statue of a hero, something eternal and something that would last forever. Steven could see why the trainees were shocked, and all that he could really think about was the fact that he wasn’t really shocked. Everyone had weaknesses, Steven knew that. If it wasn’t too little of something, it was too much. In Alicia’s case, it was probably her defence. Her style was good for fighting multiple opponents at once, but it sometimes leaves her weak. Sometimes, it seemed to Steven that the stronger a technique was, the window of weakness would be larger after it. The same could be applied to Alicia’s mind. This was Steven’s assumption, but Alicia’s mental depression was likely due to the stress she endured to be a Luminous knight. There were too many expectations she had to meet, too much to do. If Steven had to hazard a guess, she must’ve spent all of her life training to be a paladin. Steven didn’t envy her life. The dagger training he went through as a child was hellish enough, but he went and combined it with bow training whenever he could. It hadn’t been that bad in the end, but Steven was surprised he could pull it off. It had made the paladin training much easier and all, but he couldn’t begin to imagine what kind of training it took to be able to use Alicia’s strange double sword style. It must’ve cut into her childhood. Whatever the case, it seemed that her life lacked happiness, and that brought her into danger in the mist. Steven made a note to watch out for her in the future. She was frailer than she appeared. While she was intelligent, he had seen her dive into the crowd of bandits and become stranded in an island of enemies. Thankfully, she had friends to back her up, but if what Steven guessed her lifestyle to be like was correct, she had few friends anyway. On reflection, Steven should watch everyone. Most had weaknesses that weren’t apparent. In particular, he should watch anyone who pushed others away, because they were the ones who had no one to catch them when they fell. This may have been just Steve’s arrogance, but it was the closest thing to an aspiration Steven had.

In the shadow of Beacon. (RWBY roleplay)

Not much has happened, so it's kinda fine

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

I think we're just waiting on Stella to post

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I am also here. Waiting for someone to tell me to do something or something

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

Nah, the rotten is great for a zombie boss. It's kinda like having legion, except legion was demons. And besides, if it wasn't the rotten, it would probably be something lame like a giant skeleton or something.