Lucius Cypher

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

"Uuuugh! Where did they go!?" Mamoru had been following Ruby and her new friend Persia for a short while before Persia teleported them away. At first it was a bit exciting trying to find them, but the pinkette had no clue where they went. And it's not as if portals left some sort of signature for Mamoru to follow. Ten minutes or so into the search and she couldn't find either of the two girls anywhere. Mamoru was just running around flapping her arms behind her as she tried to look for them but honestly now she was just wandering around. She sighed as she found herself walking through a garden area so she was taking in the sights and sounds. Birds chirping. Bugs buzzing. That sort of thing.

It was times like this that Mamoru allowed herself to reflect. Normally she didn't like thinking; too much introspective stuff made her confused and uncertain, which in turn made her slow and weak. She didn't like to be either of those things. But now was an okay time to be a little weak. Mamoru looked at her hands as she swung her arms side-to-side. Mamoru wondered how she compared to others. If everyone had to be ranked by power and ability, where did she fall under? She liked to take credit for her work at Training Ground Echo and the previous fight at the Auditorium, but Mamoru knew she didn't do much. And she knew why. People didn't trust her. It wasn't that they were afraid of her, but they didn't think she was strong. And not in body, but in mind.

People always thought Mamoru was stupid because she never did what they said. Whenever they thought they could tell her what to do, she never did it. She liked to think she was being true to herself. People said she couldn't be strong with just a shield. But she's plenty tough. They said she couldn't be a hero. But here she was, training to be a hero. They said she was stupid and she couldn't keep up with others. That, she had no answer for. As Mamoru was wandering around she spotted a spiderweb. A butterfly had been caught. She knelt down and watched the scene unfold as she was talking to herself.

"People have always been there to tell me what I can or can't do. I can't fight, I can't be a hero, I can't do this or that. They always set limits for me. But I always break than. I guess that makes me stupid, since I don't do what people tell me. They think they know me better than I do. Part of me wonders if they're right." Soon a spider came and started to approach the butterfly who was struggling to get out. "No one really put any faith in me. Not even my parents. When I told them I wanted to be a hero they just told me to be careful. They never encouraged me." She curled up a bit tighter as she saw the spider start wrapping the butterfly up in it's web. "I'm too dumb. I'm too weak. I'm too slow. Someone's always better than me. That's why I should give up. That's what people say. But I'm still here. I guess it's because I don't understand them." The butterfly stopped moving as the spider started to eat it. But Mamoru reached out and plucked the butterfly away. it seemed like after it was released from the web, and after Mamoru helped take the spider silk off, it regained it's strength and flew away.

"Nothing really makes sense in the end. I don't try to make sense of it. I just do what I feel like doing and hope that it makes me happy. I think I'm doing a pretty good job at that." As she watched the butterfly fly away, Mamoru picked up a pillbug and tossed it onto the spider's web. Gotta feed em somehow. Now that Mamoru was done pontificating she skipped off to find something to do somewhere. She stopped by the gym to see if there was any fights going on, since it seems like the Gym has been converted into a makeshift arena. Much to her fortunate, there was! Ruby was fighting Amane even. "Ooooooh! Round two! Round two!" Mamoru walked in and headed towards the stand where she saw Ms. Mako. Mamoru waved her limp arms at her as she took a seat nearby. "Hellow sensei! I didn't miss much did I?"

@pkken@Silver Carrot@Melpaws

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Others

Meanwhile things were heating up at Komei. The cats have been gathered in an open field and various stations had been erected. Asahi and his supporters stood on one side while Tori and his allies stood on the other. The teacher overseeing the competition was White Hat. He had no stakes in the Komei Collective and thus he was the best teacher to be the neutral arbiter between the two. He understood both sides and could imagine a compromise, however it wasn't his place to make decisions for his students. He would be as impartial as he could be to ensure both sides act fairly and honor their agreement. Also on a panel of judges were different students gathered from the General Studies course. As the General Studies rep was the one who suggested the challenges, it was only right that a few more of his contemporaries acted as judges. Much like White Hat they had no stake in the Komei Collective, though when they heard of it they did have a few thoughts about it.

There were five judges including the rep who was present at the meeting. Three thought the Komei Collective would be an interesting idea, though only one thought it was something that General Study students could participate in. The other two felt that it would be a better use of the hero student's time to focus on their training and educations instead of trying to dive right into a bastardized version of a hero agency. Running an agency was a complex and difficult thing to do for full-time heroes, let alone part-time students. But they could still be convinced, depending on how things go here.

As they waited Asahi called Hitomi and Tomoe. It was nearly time for the competition to begin, and if they didn't show up within ten minutes they'll be forced to start the first challenge without them. Asahi sent a quick and simple text to the both of them, hoping they'll show up.

To: Maeda Hitomi; Tomoe Kishitmoto
From: Goroshi Asahi
Subject: Competition
It's time. Meet us outside of the cafeteria.

@Silver Carrot@liferusher

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Awesome! Also eff you demon king. It’s... Complicated. (Orchid had heard a lot of kids insult her saying that there’s technology that makes her work far easier and more efficient than just making her haul stuff. Kinda makes her a bit of a Luddite.)

So how should I hop in?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Zeroth

Aye boss, I edited me post.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ooookay, forgot that tidbit. I’ll adjust accordingly. Give me some time.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

I hope it's not too cute.

Name:
Orchid

Theme:
For Ironic Reasons

Gender:
Female

Species:
Goblin

Appearance:


Goals:
Survive

Past Life:
Orchid's life was simple. She was just an everyday girl born and raised in a rural countryside in North Carolina. Her family were farmers; they raised cattle and grew corn to sell both locally and to various food industries. It was a family business and as the eldest child, Orchid often had to do all the chores herself if her parents weren't doing it. Feeding cattle, harvesting crops, taking care of her siblings. All while balancing an education and a social life. Sufficient to say she had to make some sacrifices.

She grew big and strong, stronger than most boys and even her own father (Though it didn't help that he was growing old). She could carry a small cow, push a truck out of the mud, and haul hundred pound bags of cornmeal in a ten mile walk. She never really took care of her appearance beyond some acne problems, and physically she was healthy, but her burly muscles and general demeanor did not earn her many friends. Girls insulted her for her manly physique and guys were either intimidated or just disgusted by her lack of femininity. Orchid learned not to care; she was doing more for her family now than those kids could with their entire adult careers. Always the dutiful daughter, she did everything for her family. Even sacrificed herself for them.

It was a cold winter morning. Though it was snowing heavily, school was not out due to important tests the students had to take. Orchid was waiting at her bus stop with her two siblings who were also going to school. It was cold, but they had made sure to dress warmly. But this also meant they were sluggish and a bit slow. As they were waiting for the school bus Orchid heard it coming. But something was wrong. The bus wasn't stopping. It started to slide and in the fraction of a second she knew what was going to happen. Her school bus was going to swerve and possibly hit them. She could jump out of the way but her little siblings couldn't they would be too slow. So as the adrenaline pumped through her body she picked them both up and threw them to safety. This left her no time to save herself as the bus crashed into her. Her last memories was looking up to the sky and noting how warm the snow was.

Abilities:
Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. Skill granted by birth as a Goblin.

Transformations:
Goblin

Inventory:
None so far

The Raiders of Norn

After Roy dispatched the wolves one by one, the final alpha made his appearance. Despite how swiftly the others fell this behemoth of a monster did not seem particularly perturbed by the turn of events; indeed in his mind, the weak would be eaten by the strong. That is how he lives, and that is how he'll die. And to defeat someone who would have the strength and intelligence to defeat his kin, the taste would be sweeter than any treat he's had before. If they were capable of dialog the wolf may have even asked for Roy's name. But this was no time for words. The beast lunged forward quickly, crossing the space with alarming speed for a creature of his size. But he did not simply charge in blindly; this beast was more intelligent than that.

As it ran past a fallen log, it picked up the wood in it's maw and hurled it at Roy with alarming accuracy. If he did not have the strength to block or the speed to dodge, he would surely be crushed underneath the weight of the log. But the wolf, having observed Roy, was confident that he would attempt to dodge the log either by jumping back or over. Thus the wolf was prepared to do the same: as the log was being hurled at Roy it would leap over the log with it's front paws forward so that it could catch Roy in midair, as well as keep itself a safe distance from his sword. And if Roy had jumped back, than the wolf would be in the perfect position to aim it's full weight down onto Roy. Sure it may get impaled through the paw, but unlike the rest of his fellow wolves he knew better than to let his body be exposed to blades.

@Searat

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Assallya's orcish warriors engaged the goblins, attracting the attention of most of them. At least twelve including the hobgoblin went to battle the orcs, confident that their vast numbers and the hobgoblin's brutish strength will win the day. That would leave five more who have chosen to go after the woman. The look of violent and lust was clear in their eyes; if they were not stopped Assallya's fate would be worse than death. However something occurred that was unexpected. From the darkness, a large stone was hurled at one of the goblins. A brick the size of their heads; smaller than the rock the hobgoblin threw but still of considerable size.

"Well well well. What do we have here?"

From the shadows came a warrior clad in iron, his carved out smile gleaming in the dim night light. Varrock enters the fray. "Goblins are underneath my pay grade, but I'll make due with you." A dark chuckle came from his lips as he approached, his greataxe in hand. The goblins, now down to four, split their attention between the two humans. Two went after Assallya and two after Varrock, all the while the other goblins were combating the four orcish warriors Assallya had conjured. Their battle was only beginning.

@Assallya

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After dispatching the undead Yenqinor would continue feeling the weight of the mace blow long after he left the battle. It may have been a broken bone, or at the very least a nasty wound; perhaps there was some sort of poison on the mace's blade. Either way he would make it to the church with relatively little difficulty, save for the darkness and unfamiliar terrain. As he would approach the church he could hear a low droning noise coming from within; perhaps it was chanting, but it was so muffled it was impossible to make out any words. The church's main entrance was barred from the outside; giant strips of wood nailed to the front to prevent entry. Or perhaps it was to seal something within the church? Even the stain glass windows, although remarkably untouched, were also boarded up. It would take considerable brawl to pry the wood off, and even if they were burnt, it wasn't hard to see that more wood also boarded up any point of access on the inside as well. This church had been converted into a makeshift fortress of sorts.

Aside from the church itself, there were a few things of note on the outskirts. There was a graveyard with nearly all it's grave dug up, no doubt their occupants now wandered the ruins. There was an altar that appeared to have been used for some bloody ceremony, as a red skull and more than a thousand flies continued to feed off the blood and gore of whatever profane ritual occurred here. There was also a well on the opposite side of the church with a rope and bucket, but no water. Too dark to see how deep it went, but even when the bucket was at the end of it's rope it did not sound like it would hit the bottom. Certainly a long drop. There was a bell tower at the top of the church and it's bell was still in place, though obviously not in use at the moment. What will this wanderer do now?

@Cerius

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A quick scan of the satchet's content would reveal a few items. A journal, a roll of charcoal in a silk handkerchief, and three vials. One contained red liquid with a red cross painted on it. Another was a vial with red liquid but a white skull painted on it. And the last vial had an orange liquid with a drawing of fire on it. As she observed this the treeant turned it's attention onto Komiko and groaned. He slammed his fists into the ground, even though he was so far from the kitsune, and from his hands small but quick roots busted from the ground and went for Komiko. If she didn't move fast enough they would wrap around her legs and entangle her, and if she tried to cut them with her sword they would ensnare her blade and climb up her arm. Even as the treant removed his hands from the ground these roots would continue to harry Komiko as it lumbered towards her with violent purpose.

@Norschtalen

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The bandit chief rose to his feet quickly but by the time he did so his men were dead. He wasn't surprised, they were weaklings who had begged him for mercy, less he had slit their throats. He shouldn't have relied on such cowards anyways; he was the only one who bothered to brave the ruins and plunder it for riches. "Not bad ya dastard, but yer not gunna have it easy. Those whelps couldn't kill a rabbit. But I survived this place for ten years, and that ain't about to end!" The chief charged at Joseph with a swipe for his eyes. However with a sleight of hand, the chief had not only laced one of his blades with a liquid poison, but he would splash this poison directly at Joseph's face. Even if he wore a full-face visor the chief was confident that some would seem in and distract Joseph long enough for him to get a stab in. Unlike his men who used rusted iron daggers, the chief's sword were made of strong steel and could pierce the chain underneath Joseph's plate, if not the plate armor itself.

@Zaphander

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I guess I could post something in the morning just so we aren't going over our day limits. Honestly I'm just assuming that we get to the post without much of a hitch.

The Raiders of Norn

Will be posting tomorrow.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Annabeth Gulch

Annabeth sighed as people went their separate ways, a few with negative feelings for eachother. It wasn’t hard for Annabeth to discern their feelings; Psychomancy is good at sussing out people’s hidden emotions, especially when they try to hide it. But being able to sense these things wasn’t the same as being able to do anything about it. A tough lesson Satori had to hammer into Annabeth’s head; as she improved her Empathic abilities, she’s grown more sensitive to people’s shifts in mood and their subtle and hidden feelings of doubt and insecurities. Of course she’d want to help, but too often she’d try to do something and just confuse the person who she was trying to help, or worse sour their mood when they figure out she’s been in their minds.

Letting people deal with their emotions and problems themselves, instead of trying to help or coddle them, wasn’t something Annabeth liked doing. But she had to. A bitter pill to swallow. Everyone was going their separate ways and Annabeth was debating if she should go see her family or follow some of the others. When she heard Athalus about looking for fights, Annabeth looked shocked, but then her eyes lit up. ”The grand melee!” Annabeth interjected between them.

”Near the town square they hold the Grand Melee, where anyone who is willing and able to get into this big brawl! Prizes, money, prestige, a lot of young men and women participate! And not just you average thug either, often students and masters of the various martial schools will participate to represent, as well as soldiers and knights. It’s a test of physical skill and might so no magic, though sometimes they do have Wizard Duels too!” Annabeth looked pumped as she looked towards the town square. ”My teacher, who first taught me of swordsmanship, was a three year champion of the Grand Melee when he was younger. Though he doesn’t fight now, many of his students represent his school! I would’ve been one of them if I wasn’t so new. But now… Now I’m almost certain I can compete with them. I’m sure you guys can too!”

Tyrael Marchosias

In the distance a shadow was watching Lyn as she walked into the crowds. A demon monitoring the precarious college student. Of course Tyrael had a hand in this; as the Demonomancy master teacher he had to make an appearance, as superficial as his involvement is. Unlike other teachers who bothered to foster positive relationships with Eania, Tyrael was rightly hated by most of the Eania ruling class and peasantry; before he was made officially a teacher he had often raided Eania lands for precious resources or simply hunting down enemies. Many saw his alliances and tenure with the college as him escaping his crimes. Nevermind the reasons behind his actions and who his exact victims were, since the truth didn’t fit Eania’s narrative. Still, Tyrael was known by many and if they knew that he actually had people precious to him they would target them.

Some would call him paranoia. Tyrael is fine with this; he’d rather be paranoid and wrong instead of cocky and wrong. The shadow followed Lyn from afar, keeping an eye on her as Tyrael stood defiantly in one of Eania’s temple to Billant. It was as much an act of defiance as it was of peace; the fact that a demon like him could stand safely in a building meant to be a sanctuary against his kind without any ill effects was certainly a slap in the face of those who put much faith in the gods. But at the same time, the fact he was here instead of sulking about in other parts of Eania brought peace of mind for those who feared his mecanations. At least if he was in this temple he could be watched and monitored. And indeed, there were guards from both the college and Eania at this temple, mainly to protect it’s clergy and followers, but also to ensure Tyrael wasn’t going to try to summon an army of demons to take over or start an orchestra.

Other

As the college students were entertaining themselves, there was much revelry to be had in Eania. As Annabeth mentioned there was a Grand Melee going on in the Town Square, with an entire half squared off to serve as the makeshift arena. Various matches were going on from free-for-all brawls, various one-on-one duels, to even knightley jousting. There was an admittance fee to cover the cost of equipment and medical treatment afterwards, even if the participant doesn’t need any healing or borrows any equipment. Of course when so many warriors gather, various merchants and performers also appeared.

Bards and minstrels hyping up fighters and the crowd alike with their music, or hiring themselves out to personally sing praises and accomplishments. Plenty of merchants and smiths offering their goods or services to warriors in need of new equipment or repairs. Even a few who sold magical goods, and of course Lucilia’s own Caravan was here as well. The Scarlet Rose Caravan was selling healing potions and equipment like cool water in a drought. Potioned personally made by Lucilia, blades crafted by Tyrael, and armor forged by Val. Granted none of them were actually magical, but most people just assumed they were due to the college being their source.

Of course Eania wasn’t without it’s darker side. Though they like to boast a better quality of living than the likes of Djarkel, there’s no denying that Eania has a home for thieves, vagabonds, and miscreats as well. And during a time like this it was especially hard on them, as they are forced away from their usual places in the city to be corralled in the ghettos and alleyways like trash. After all, Eania wouldn’t want to besmirch such a festive occasion with crippled beggars and madmen panhandling for coppers. Though some at least use this opportunity to help these poor and downtrodden with various charity events, and it’s usually these men and women who have been hired to set up most of the festival booths and constructions, at least those of able body and steady minds.

But that doesn’t change that there was still thousands of these people forced out of sight. And despite being lower than the dirt on one’s shoes, the guards are all too familiar with them. Thus whenever one tries to sneak into the festival, they’re often watched by the guards closely. And if they try to beg or steal, quickly apprehended. Just to even enjoy walking around the streets they have to pose as street merchants selling flowers, old fruit, and colorful rocks. Typically children. Dressed in their best (i.e. they might have washed their clothes this week) they would go to various travelers and tourist in hopes of selling their trinkets and knick-knacks, or be very fortunate and get the sympathy of a particularly wealthy stranger.

As for how all of this related to the college, well that was fairly obvious to most: The college was a land of magic where the lowest of the low can rise to greatness. So when the college carriages arrived they would be quickly swarmed by various children trying to hawk “magical runes” and “unique plants”, generally trying to get sympathy and coins from the college students. And pickpockets if they don’t notice.

The Raiders of Norn

@Searat

You should try to kill the wolf and find out!