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RWBY - Haze

I like ANMA actually. Changing it to HAZE is too much of an ask I think.

RWBY - Haze

There's definitely room for interpretation. If I didn't know the proper names, I'd be pronouncing those 'ruwubby' 'jinpur' 'curdle' and (for the latest one, team CFVY, properly called 'Coffee') 'cuhfuvvy'. Some of those might just be me being stupid, but the 'n' in Cardinal is a noteworthy addition.

I'd prefer not to change Abel's name, given his theme and the idea of brothers Abel and Kane in his backstory, but I suppose if there were no alternatives I could change. Just factoring out the 'o', however, a slew of possibilities appear. We've got Tsunami, Sunbeam, Napalm, Dynamite, Moonbeam, Phantasm, Ornament, and Namesake, as well as new ways to approach Infamous (using i or f) and Dynamo (using d or y).

Naturally the final word is all yours.

RWBY - Haze

KillamriX88 said
Sorry Blaz, but we've come to a decision, so no need. Tweak or not, we've made a decision based on other factors. It was a hard decision, even with your character as it is, but me and Ryu have decided.We'll be taking Abel and Maggie. Abel's personality fits better with the plot we've come up with, and we think Maggie will add some spice and conflict to the group, but without overlapping with the other characters' combat styles.We looked at everything, and that's what we came up with.Now, the last thing to figure out... TEAM NAME!!!!N, A, M, and O.MANO, MONA, AMON?Well, it seems a few people didn't listen when I said no vowels, though Odette was admitted to only be a placeholder.Anyway, let us all move over to the main thread and begin thinking of how to handle this.

Looks like I did indeed miss the part about vowels. My apologies--but hey, at least I'm in. I can help with the team name. There's a website called Word Hippo that has a function perfect for figuring out team name. The best ones I found are 'dyNAMO', 'cinnAMON', 'eNAMOr', and 'iNfAMOus'. If Odette's name is changed, even more possibilities open up. Hope that helps.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Cain watched as Maryev went through the standard routine of trying to figure out whether he was a ghost, a living being, or a hallucination. He was gratified to find that Maryev was made of sterner stuff than any of those he had been tasked to find as of yet when he addressed him openly. If the Twili were more appreciative of humor, he might have very well burst out laughing when the Darknut questioned why he was holding the discarded bone. As it was, he simply rolled his eyes. Another big ego. At least this one may have earned it. After the knight had finished, Cain sent the bone flying away with a simple flick of his ethereal orange finger. Judging by Maryev's mannerism, he would be unimpressed by any wheedling or attempts at manipulation. No rambling about destiny or a voice in his dreams would convince him to haul his titanic rear to the Shadow Temple. The direct approach was in order.

The glow faded away and became intangible once more. “You cannot hurt me now. I doubt you could lay a hand on my even in my full form, but I'm not here for a pissing contest. I've interrupted you sitting on your ass and stuffing your belly to offer you employment. You've already done half the work just coming to Kakariko; you just need to continue into the graveyard up the path here. Might be obvious that you're not Hylian, but it's not so obvious that you're an outcast, is it? You need this.” Cain desperately hoped that his guess was correct. Maryev's pride, hostility, and bearing indicated he was a great warrior, but having never seen one of his kind before, Cain guessed they were far afield. A one-of-a-kind knight on his own in a land full of people he clearly despised made the Twili think that he wasn't here of his own volition.

Not giving Maryev a chance to respond or test his statement about not being able to hurt him, Cain breezily continued. “Think it over, soldier. I'll be waiting there to fill you in; or, you could terrorize the village. Your call.”

In front of the Darknut's eyes, Cain dissolved into shadow once more, and retraced his steps up the graveyard path after Felicia. He arrived just in time to join the girl as she crested the incline and saw the collection of people there for the first time.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

If you please. It should only be a moment IC-time.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

“Hmm,” Cain grunted in some degree of approval at Felicia's actions. Though her cowardice -or wise caution, maybe- was plain in her stone-gray eyes, it appeared that she had noticed just how engrossed the knight was in his meal and decided that he wouldn't notice her slink past. After doing just that and slipped through the gates, the young fishmonger was on her way to the graveyard. She still had a solid minute or two before she crested the slight, dusty incline and officially entered the cemetery grounds. In that time, Cain concluded that he would turn his attention to the brute sitting before him.

Unnoticed, the Twili melded with the Darknut's shadow. This particular variety was unknown to him, much like the Garo encountered about an hour before. Such a feeling of unfamiliarity was enough evidence to rule that this hungry knight was not Hylian, Ordonian, Sheikah, Goron, Zora, Gerudo, or any other standard race. In fact, Cain felt a similar twinge to those he experienced within the shadows of monsters. Monsters, though, didn't act like this, despite the voracity of the knight's indulgence. Where had he seen this creature before...? He racked his brain, not wanting to waste valuable time. It didn't take Cain long to give up. Perhaps this truly was a novel experience; the next course of action was to make the most of it.

Emitting a whimsical noise, Cain popped up from Maryev's shadow and assumed half-bodied form beside him. At the rate the knight was going, the slab of mutton would be gone in only a few seconds. Cain chose to wait until Maryev had licked the final few morsels from the gleaming white bone and tossed it aside with a satisfied belch. The bone landed in the outstretched, radiant orange palm of Cain's hair hand. Though weaker in sunlight, the magic within his locks was still strong enough to be solid. They held it to eye-level, allowing the phantom to inspect it. “Very impressive appetite," he remarked. "I'll wager the Hylians would think you're some sort of ravenous wolf, you eating like that. Of course, I'm no Hylian either, so I wouldn't exactly know.”

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Dervish said
When have you ever noticed anything when mowing down on a huge hunk of meat?

So be it.

The Heroes of Beacon

Hate to seem pushy, but after a casual glance it looks to me like Jinxlynx, Nallore, and Blaziken have yet to post.

Dungeon Keepers

Though Clotho's strategy was sound, the ensuing battle was by no means easy. Her forces, simultaneously striking from above and below, succeeded in splintering the ranks of the small, invading army. Men were showered in agonizing fluid by the Lambent, which then swooped down to finish them off with their natural blades. When the soldiers and mages attempted to form up to defend themselves, the ground beneath their feet invariably gave way, disorienting them and leaving them wide open to attack from the Myrmidons climbing up from the tunnels. They weren’t the problem; the woman, on the other hand, was.

Wielding a katana wreathed in crackling electricity, the heroine downed troop after troop. Her silver blade pierced shield and shell alike, spilling vital fluids over the dappled forest floor. In her off hand was a lantern that would flare up whenever Clotho's troops momentarily gained the upper hand, revitalizing those around her and repulsing the insects to turn the tide back in her favor. These magical weapons weren't the heroine's only blessings; clearly she was very athletic, having shredded about a dozen bugs already and barely broken a sweat. Her words of encouragement were magic in and of themselves, rallying her men and keeping moral up despite their ghastly foes. It was unfortunate that the primal instincts of her children overpowered their ability to follow her orders, Clotho thought; even those who did gang up on the heroine were unsuccessful, stunned by the accursed lantern. The Swarm Keeper decided that toying with this heroine was a foolish extravagance, and that now was as good a time as any to finish her off. First step would be to cripple her defense.

Luckily, the humans who weren't near their leader were easy prey to the combined assault of Myrmidon, Antlion, and Lambent. The remaining group, illuminated from the center by the lantern's silver flare, was rapidly becoming surrounded. From her position in the canopy, Clotho directed her troops with a series of whistles and cries to form a perimeter around the humans and prevent their escape, all the while holding off their attack. Sensing a lull in the battle, the men also put up their guard. When everything was quiet, Clotho made her move. ”I'm going in—when they focus on me, do your part.”

She dove straight down at high speed, rapier extended. By the time the heroine realized she was targeted, Clotho was close enough to impale the lantern with the slender, barbed blade. In an instant the artifact was destroyed, and with a flick of her wrist Clotho flung it away into the muck. If not for her improved reflexes, she would have been slain then and there as the heroine brought her katana around in a crescent arc aimed at Clotho's midsection. Fortunately, the Swarm Keeper was able to backpedal and avoid the blade, not flinching as sparks of lightning leaped between metal and carapace. All eyes turned to her, and the humans collectively attempted to bring her down, whether with spear thrusts, sword slashes, or fired arrows. Utilizing her speed, Clotho evaded them all. She knew, despite being untouched, that she couldn't sustain this level of activity for long. A rising cry from the nearby brush, however, signaled that she hadn't long to wait.

Baudrii burst from the foliage, five hundred pounds of armor and rage. Ignoring the puny blows rained upon him as he drew the attention of the massed humans, he thundered into their ranks, sending men flying or crushing them into the ground beneath his heels. His charge didn't waver as he approached the heroine, who readied her blade to deliver an evasive strike that Clotho guessed would be able to shear through his carapace like paper. Do I really have to save you so soon? With a frenzied cry she descended once more, quickly dispatching two of the remaining humans with thrusts to the head before slashing at the heroine. Unable to concentrate of counterattacking, the heroine rolled out of the way of Baudrii, putting the Adjunct between her and the Swarm Keeper. Baudrii stopped in his tracks, drew a massive, serrated broadsword, and turned to face the heroine as Clotho leveled her rapier at the woman's face.

“The hero, in the flesh! I wondered when we'd meet. Now I wonder how long you'll last.”

A smirk flashed across the woman's face. “Villains and their threats. Always so funny in retrospect.”

Without waiting for a reply, she sliced the air in front of her, releasing a wave of lightning from her katana. The bolts crashed into Baudrii and Clotho simultaneously, filling the air with the foul stench of burning. While Clotho was forced to land on the ground and lower her singed wings, her Construct was practically unhurt, and charged forward once again. Rather than a simple shoulder bash, he swung his blade in a wide, horizontal arc that would have cleaved the heroine in two had she not ducked beneath it. Immediately she followed up, delivering a rising slice to her armored foe's leg. With a grunt, Baudrii dropped to his knees, seeping brown fluid from the wound. In that moment Clotho realized that they were precisely where her enemy wanted them, and that her Dungeon would be a far preferable alternative. Before the heroine could impale Baudrii through the slit in his armet, Clotho tossed a handful of hive material from her off hand, which splattered against the woman's face despite her attempted to block it. Clotho whistled, and an Antlion thundered to her from the perimeter. At her hurried direction, it picked up Baudrii in its mandibles and carried him away. The Swarm Keeper was on its many heels, and the rest of her forces melted away into the jungle. Suddenly the heroine was alone with the remaining quarter of her men, faced with the decision to let the threat be or pursue her to her lair.

For a hero, there was no choice at all. “We cannot give up now when she's on the run. We advance to her base immediately.”

Status

Location: Oerwood Jungle
Dungeon: Jungle north of Saploya River, N16°W12° An nearly complete, vast hive spanning the length, width, and height of a massive, ancient tree in the jungle. The hive itself is constructed of a magically-created liquid that expands and hardens into a stiff, paperlike substance upon exposure to air. The main body of the hive is suspended by countless support struts that reach for hundreds of feet in every direction. The Dungeon Heart is situated at the very top of the tree. Bugs called Macula infest it, functioning as living security cameras and alarms. Currently has: Dungeon Heart, Myrmidon Den. Living Foundry, Apothecary, Macula infestation, Antlion Colony, Compound of Eyes, Lambent Nest
Forces: 28 Drone Imps, 89 Myrmidons, Myrmidon Construct Invicta, 35 Antlions, 12 Lambents, Adjunct Baudrii, alchemist Rammel Vitreus, alchemical assistant Kayla Oakhurst

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Well, a nervous girl just passed within ten feet of him. Does that count as interaction?