Lugubrious

Dungeon Keepers

Technically, any anti-extras rule we three had was broken by we three ourselves by introducing the Ripper, the Carver, Zadok, Aeternam, Moros, ect. i saw: if you think you can handle an extra Rogue Construct, my good doctor, you go right ahead. In due course.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

Though generally easygoing, Greg's facade was beginning to crack under the wave of jeering stereotyped being forced upon him. Just when he felt as if his carefully-constructed bubble was going to burst, he saw a new expression on Kano's face: boredom. No glee, no impunity, no audacity—just a lack of interest. Kano's big-eyed gaze finally left Greg, who immediately felt as if a blinding spotlight glaring down upon him had been extinguished. He was mentally relieved though physically he remained still; he didn't want to seem too comfortable around this guy.

Just as he was plotting his next move, the second blessing arrived. Abruptly, Kano made his exit, apparently having been so caught up needling Greg as to miss his stop. Greg's gaze was nailed the other boy as he cajoled the bus driver into pulling to a stop to let him out. After a quick, friendly parting comment, Kano started down the steps, and Greg saluted his departure with a genial wave. And just like that, the irritating, in-your-face attitude was gone. It felt like putting down a weight after a rep on the bench press; a lot of stress evaporated in an instant. However, Greg immediately wondered if he had been too hard on Kano. Despite his vile mannerisms, he didn't seem like too bad of a guy, and Greg's intention was never to make others feel bad.

The feeling stuck with Greg until he arrived at his own stop, after which he was more concerned about getting to his family's apartment. Once he had entered the stately gray building, he climbed the stairwell to the third floor -the stairs, though compact, were a far less crowded and a far more productive route than the elevator-. He opened the door, took a step inside, and was greeted by his little, outgoing terrier mutt Joseph, who slipped in happy barks between ecstatic licks of her favorite human's hands. “Hey, doog,” Greg told her, who wagged her little tail with gusto. Next, he found his mother in the bedroom, lying on the bed with a laptop. They exchanged a warm hug before Greg shrugged out of his jacket and went to hunt down his novel. Homework could wait a little while.

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Ironclad was taken somewhat aback by Scarlet Thorn's sheer disregard for propriety. A perfectly good fight had ended in utter disappointment as the effeminate ego slipped away, decrying Ironclad's fighting style in the process. There was no joy to be had in such a victory. “Next time I won't play with you, freak,” he threatened the forest. In response, a pair of eyes opened in the gloom, heralding the return of the negatives. Rather indignant, Ironclad sheathed his blades with a bit of a flourish before continuing on his path as if there had been no skirmish at all. Now, though, Ironclad left the occasional burning drop in his wake, and he moved somewhat quicker. The forest's edge was not far at all, but it seemed far longer, and with every step he took he felt his world shrinking. After watching his contention with Scarlet Thorn, the negatives knew this steely brawler could be taunted, battled, and hurt, and with that knowledge came the absence of fear.

After what seemed like hours, Ironclad passed the last of the dense autumn trees onto a yellowed, boulder-stewn field. In the distance was a fort, wood and stone and steel, harboring allies. With no shadows to hide them from Ironclad's wrath, most of the negatives stayed behind. One, however, did not. Its footsteps could be heard behind him, and he knew that to try to outrun it would be both futile and self-detrimental. He turned to fight, and got his first eyeful of the negative.

It was fearsome thing. Easily twice his height, its ebony form was dominated by anthropoid legs and gaping, ragged jaws. Even as it roared at the metallic warrior, however, Ironclad scoffed. “You. Thought you might stay dead longer this time around. Don't feel like you're worth the effort, but who am I to deny a slobbering sack of scum its deathwish?” The afternoon sun glinted off his blades up as he removed them from his back and locked them into Zweihander form. “Quit hissing and come here.”

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

I have a question: do only humans have alter egos, or can other creatures have reflections in the alter world as well?

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

Though the Zubat seemed rather miserable at its first failure, Jess was still way fired up. "Leech Life it is then!" B took his turn, but the A Unown's Hidden Power had barely any effect on her Pokemon. "See?" she called to it by way of encouragement, "You've got what it takes! Our move again--use Leech Life, little buddy!" Its trainer's inspirational call having roused it from its momentary stew, the Zubat re-engaged the battle passionately. It darted forward, alternating between frenzied flapping and smooth swoops, until it was in Melee range of its Unown foe. With a shrill cry the Bat Pokemon attached itself to the edge of its opponent's main body and sucked its blood--all in a matter of seconds. Despite the weakness of the attack, B's Pokemon seemed particularly affected by it, and it staggered in midair. The Zubat's quick snack was enough to restore its health to full, and with a series of shrieks it celebrated its first victory as Jess pumped her fist. "That looked like it hurt; way to go! Not that I really like hurting Pokemon..." she added.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

Vita, I recommend removing Arrayah Kuchikawa, Tsuta Sabah, and Tachibana Hanatero from the accepted characters list, since the roleplay has been active for about a week now and they have yet to post. Of course, that's just my thinking; you may want to be more forgiving, I don't know.

Dungeon Keepers

Having a Keeper nearby shouldn't be that difficult of an obstacle to work around. Not everyone is going to go out guns blazing the instant they hear of a new Keeper within a hundred miles. I'll wager even a fifty mile radius would be too much of an effort for most. And of course the new Keeper could be trying to remain unnoticed and invest in some sort of stealth.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

The bus door squealed to admit a new passenger and let two more depart. Just one stop remained until Greg was due to get off, but Kano seemed intent on milking the time left for all it was worth. The rather twisted smile that appeared on the other boy's face only deepened this notion. “Never done that, though it's been on my bucket list for quite some time.” He took a quick look out the window at a bright, flashy advertisement. “The rain here's nice, really is.” Following that brief exchange, the effeminate guy paused for a moment, most likely searching for more material. At Kano's declaration of destination, Greg's own eyes went wide. “There's an arcade around here!? I'll have to pay it a visit sometime. Not today though. No loose change.” He hoped that Kano wouldn't get any companionable ideas, but such a suggestion seemed right up his ally. “The whole deal with Kazuko's such a mess,” he said, rerouting the subject, “A tragedy, even. Don't know where to begin...though I hope she's alright.”

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There was some satisfaction in watching Scarlet Thorn hurting, but Ironclad didn't pause to enjoy it. All his life he'd been fighting Alter Egos, so he knew all too well that no single well-placed blow would have any great effect. And just like that, Thorn was back on his feet, only this time instead of breakdancing he extended nasty-looking spikes from his armor, accompanied by an amaranth glow. Was this clown finally getting serious? In response, Ironclad prepared to project his own spikes as a defensive measure while Thorn showed off his ability to kick by striking the air between them. The display, he assumed, was some sort of taunt to throw him off guard. Something was about to happen.

As Ironclad predicted, Scarlet Thorn followed up his kicking demonstration with an attack at blistering speed, so quickly that Ironclad's prediction didn't allow him any more of a counterattack than to slide the spikes out of his armor. The side-kick connected to his gut, and while the armor kept it from crushing his innards, the kinetic force of the blow still almost pushed him over. To maintain balance, Ironclad moved a foot farther behind them to create a solid forebalance stance. As he was making the correction, however, a pointed knee slammed into his face. He uttered a metallic grunt and took another two steps backward, molten fluid dripping from his pierced left eye onto the forest floor. His claws retracted into standard position and a hand clapped over the wound. Where his 'blood' fell, it sizzled and burned.

“Impressive, for a short round! Perhaps your skill in battle might come to define you more than your queer mannerisms.” In a single, fluid motion he drew the two sabers from their sheaths on his back. They hummed in the air, vibrating slightly with potential energy. “Then again, maybe not.” Ironclad darted forward, low to the ground, and rose with a flurry of slashes and slices. He made sure to keep moving at all times, presenting both a perilous offense and defense to Scarlet Thorn, and strove to maintain the precision in each blow rather than thrashing around.

Dungeon Keepers

Oh, we get maybe two posts a day. The general quality and length of the posts makes up for this somewhat.

Dungeon Keepers

Don't discredit yourself too much, Dawnon. You've already got a clear theme and direction. A little more effort overall and you could be a force to be reckoned with.

Dungeon Keepers

As long as the dragons are not at all buglike...

On another note, I hate to continue nagging at you for the compendium, Bbeast, but perhaps the fire/water priests and the tribesmen Shaige is dealing with might be added to the NPC section.