Lugubrious

Dungeon Keepers

Hate to do this, kangutso, but the whole Baudrii raid has Clotho tied up and you not posting with him means that my Keeper is stuck. If you haven't even started yet, I'm going to take control of the construct so that I can continue to advance, in which case I will post tomorrow.

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

I think a Wooper, a Mareep, and a Pumpkaboo would be good choices for Jess.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

Upon hearing his father's voice, Greg sprang from the bed and rushed to greet him. This enthusiasm was hardly new; for years now Gregor Sr. had worked the same job, and though two promotions had convinced him to stay, it remained as tedious and exhausting as ever. As such, Greg Jr. made sure to treat his hardworking parent with respect and love. Still, it wasn't easy for the boy to maintain a thriving companionship with his dad. As an employee in the realm of customer service, Gregor Sr. dealt with an inordinate amount of trouble and tribulation every day, and often it made him too tired or angry for family activities—or even interaction. Greg greeted his father with a brief but warm hug. “What's up, dad?”
“Everything that's supposed to be.” A weary smile appeared of Greg's face. “Except morale, maybe. I need a beer.”

A few seconds later and Gregor was in the kitchen, popping the lid off an Asahi lager. Though by no means an alcoholic, it wasn't unusual for him to take a drink after work to relieve some of his pent-up tension and anxiety. Greg Jr. leaned against the fridge, arms crossed. “I was thinking of going around the corner for Japanese food tonight. Whaddya say?”
Greg Sr. finished a sip and replied with dry humor, “That's new. Eh, go ahead. Need any money?” After shaking his head, Greg Jr. left the kitchen and sauntered to his room. Once he had properly placed the bookmark in his novel -which he had left splayed open on the bed when he had heard his father's call- he rooted around in his wallet for some cash. Fortunately, there was enough left from the trip to the mall on Thursday to buy a few containers of food for supper. He stuffed it into his pocket, zipped up a navy blue hooded jacket, and headed outside, hoping to beat the crowds by arriving and ordering early.

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From the forest behind Fantasy Sky Breaker there came rustling and panting sounds, increasingly loud by the second. Distracted by his own indecision and the teasing of Crisis Sonata, he was taken off guard as a dark blur sped past him, running at full tilt. It had a masculine humanoid shape and no malevolent aura, which debased any possibility of it being a negative. Breaker hadn't much time to examine the blur before a far stronger presence -once again from behind him- made itself known. With a cacophonous shriek, the enormous birdlike negative crested the edge of the forest, intent on the running man below and ignoring the two newly arrived alter egos.

With no trees to obscure his line of sight, the running man slid to a stop and turned around, holding aloft a bladed steel scepter. As the gargantuan negative approached, a singularity of cold manifested around the scepter, and soonafter the alter ego fired a blast of icy wind. The freezing jet arced through the air and splashed against the negative's face, instantly coating over both nostrils and eyes in ice. It shrieked again and flapped its giant wings to gain altitude lest it fall to earth and become vulnerable. For a few moments it would be unable to attack.

The black-clad alter ego fell to his knees, panting heavily. Now that Crisis and Breaker could see him clearly, they saw an older man with stringy black hair tied in a loose ponytail and rampant stubble. His eyes were dead white, which contrasted the formerly elegant, now ratty clothes he wore. Like Quicksilver Seraph, his garb was also interspersed with decorative lengths of cloth, though his were slashed and teal rather than maroon. The scepter was now slipped into his belt, indicating that he had no intention of continuing to fight the negative. “Hello, children,” he wheezed, “Anyone got any liquor? No? Shameful! Name's Midwinter's Envoy. Nice knowing you.” He laboriously pushed himself to his feet and took off running once more in the direction of the fortress.

From the fortress parapets Quicksilver Seraph narrowed her eyes. The brilliant blue flash in the distance, near the forest's edge, could be only one thing. “There he is,” she remarked. Ironclad, whose eyesight was less sharp, strained to see. “His ice has temporarily decommissioned the beast, but it won't last long. There—he's running for us again.” In addition to the familiar form, she could dimly make out two other alter egos. “He's not alone. I wonder who they are...?” Ironclad smirked, though of course the expression was invisible beneath his armor. “Weaklings or cowards. I wonder if they're going to run from Envoy's negative or get killed by it.”

Dungeon Keepers

Lots of crashes. Not much posting. Fun times.

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

For a moment Jess was silent while the A-Unown returned to its Pokeball, unable to continue the battle. Finally, a wide smile broke out on her face. "Now we're talking, buddy! For a second there I thought you were going to let me down, but then you turned right around and fainted your first Pokemon! Hate to say this B, but I think we've got this in the bag! And thanks, Vince. You and your partner aren't so bad yourselves! Hang in there." She waited, full to burst with energy and enthusiasm, as the Unown and then the Azurill took their turns. It seemed that Zubat was free to do as he pleased. Once the battle had cycled back toward her, Jess gave her next command. "Okay, little guy. Leech Life, once again!"

She cast a glance at Miu and Bailey to see how they were doing. It appeared they were making headway; already, the Professor's Aron was out of commission, leaving only the Sword Pokemon that had almost sapped Jess's life force earlier. She didn't know whether to be resentful for Miu's progress or supportive for Bailey's sake. Ultimately, she decided against saying anything and focused instead on her own fight--grudges were for the weak, after all.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

I'm definitely going to persevere as long as I can.

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

I'm here, and so is Hiro. We're ready to go. I'll be posting in a few hours.

Dungeon Keepers

Kangusto, for the sake of me knowing what to be posting, are you going to do the sequence with Baudrii and the supply barge or shall I? I'd much rather you retain more control over your character, but I'd be willing to control him for a time if you want to focus more on your other plans.

Dungeon Keepers

Spode-an, you of all people know the best way to describe your own character and it's really not fair to make BBeast do something you could far more easily do yourself. By the way, you are definitely not the first avatar change. For example, Trapezoid just did it recently, and I've done it twice.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

I see. So the hints of fusion are taking place.