Lugubrious

RWBY - Haze

RyuHll said
Hey, Lugu, how do you want the fight to go? Should I take one and you take the other or did you want to control both of the siblings? Or just splitting up control as the fight goes on? I didn't want to post and have Nevin start something since they're your characters being introduced.Also, are they new students, like us, or already enrolled? Wanted an idea of their skill level so I know how the fight should go.

Now I can answer. Hansen and Gretchen are first-years, just like our characters. While formidable together, neither are very effective on their own, having very definite strengths and weaknesses. Hansen is slow, easily fooled, and prone to angry outbursts, though his strength and ability to take punishment is remarkable. Gretchen, meanwhile, is fast and precise with a clear head but can't take a hit to save her life. Both are also somewhat cowardly.

RWBY - Haze

A tense moment passed. Four people with weapons raised waited for their opponents to make the first move. It became obvious that neither of the siblings had seen Maggie arrive. After a few seconds, Hansen and Gretchen shared a knowing look.

Then they burst into laughter.

With a clatter, the Witch's Brand fell to the ground, and its flame vanished with a pop. Gretchen herself fell to her knees, giggling helplessly, almost to the point where tears were coming from her eyes. Hansen, meanwhile, was reduced to leaning on the Liar Bone for support, too full of mirth to properly stand. Suddenly, the situation didn't seem nearly as menacing as it had moments before. As his anger melted away into confusion, there was only one thing Abel could say.

“What?”

Hansen managed to regain control of himself as his sister wiped tears from the her face with a ruffled sleeve. “You...” he gasped, “were really going to do it! You were gonna brawl! Haha! Man, I'm sorry, but you got baited hard. We didn't think you'd take it so seriously!” The stylized halberd compressed itself to a manageable size once more, and Hansen replaced it on his belt. Gretchen's weapon found its way back into hers as well. Both seemed so gleeful whereas before they had only been nasty; it was hard not to believe that it all had been an elaborate prank. The siblings high-fived, and with that, the situation was defused.

Before Abel, Nevin, or Maggie could properly question them about exactly why they got them so riled up, the two were off. Skirting around Abel, whose polearm was still absently held in a battle-ready, position, Gretchen left first. Hansen's attention completely went to the vending machine that Maggie was perched on; after pulling out a candy bar and taking a bite, he left as well. By that time, his sister was gone, but after looking around for a moment Hansen seemed to notice something on the ground that nobody else could see. Following the invisible trail, he went exactly the way Gretchen had moments before. If either Nevin or Maggie got a glimpse of his eyes during that time, they would have seen that his irises had turned white.

“Well...” Abel said at last, still not sure how to react. “That was interesting. Weird though. They seemed so sure that they wanted to fight. We probably don't have a lot of time left before the assembly begins; we ought to grab a snack now and get going.” He looked up at Maggie, seating several feet above and in front of him. “Want to come with us?”

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Heads up: I won't have enough time to post until this afternoon.

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That information will not be necessary. Please feel free to have Nevin feel a few feels, say a few things, and even initiate combat, but please do not control either Hansel or Gretel. Whoops, I mean Hansen and Gretchen.

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After waiting a moment in final appraisal, Abel joined Nevin's hand with his own and shook very firmly. With a clear goal in mind, the two set off to find a vending machine.

The first twenty minutes passed with no result. Distracted by the intricate, impressive architecture and interspersed foliage, neither Abel nor Nevin made good time. The Guardian felt obliged to try and scope out the school as much as possible, even in the little time he had before the assembly and with the risk of going even hungrier on the line. Again and again he peered into the castle-like building's tinted windows, trying to get a glimpse of what awaited him inside. However, the glass proved impenetrable. He contented himself to walking on the alert, not speaking much to Nevin.

Finally, in a sort of plaza alcove, Abel discovered a picnic table, a garbage bin and its blue recycling brother, a drinking fountain, and two vending machines. One of them offered various pops and a few varieties of commercial teas -he even spotted People Like Grapes on there, his favorite soda- but the snack vendor was the one he had in mind. Unfortunately, it seemed that he wasn't the only one with this idea.

Standing on either side of the vending machines were two more teenagers. One was a boy his own age and easily half again his weight, a 5'10” mass of muscle and fat topped with a mess of ruddy brown hair. The other was a willowy girl, sly and foxlike, with red hair done in two braids. Though they couldn't have been more different superficially, their features (particularly their stone-gray eyes) and their clothes (pressed white shirts with ruffled sleeves, drab green cargo shorts for the guy and a similarly-colored skirt for the girl, both help up by suspenders) created an instant, unspoken connection between them. Before Abel could get a word out, the pair launched into conversation.

“Thinking of a nice snack?” The girl's voice was high and nasally, grating on the ears.
“We were, but look who decided to ruin the mood.” The boy's voice was low and smooth, but contorted in such a way that every word that crossed his lips seemed like mocking sarcasm. It became apparent that they were talking in perfect alternation.
“And we just got settled too. It'd be much nicer if you two buggered off and minded your own beeswax somewhere else.”
“Not enough room here for the twos of us. Beat it!”
“Scram!”
Taken aback, Abel took a few steps back, not wanting to make a scene. This caused the teens to grin in triumph. The two moved closer together until they were standing side by side. Seeing both of them together confirmed that they were almost certainly related. Brother and sister? Whoever they were, they wasted no time in beginning to talk again. This time, the boy went first.
“Well that was easy. Not as tough as you look, huh?”
“A coward, a doormat, a cake walk!”
“There you go with the food metaphors again, Gretchen.”
“There you go thinking about your belly again, Hansen.”
“We'll grab a bite to eat after we finish with this loser, huh?”

At that point, Abel broke down. “Hey! I don't know who you think you are, but if you're feeling like getting your sorry asses handed to you I'd be more than up for a fight!” He brandished the Ampere, its shining blade pointed in the direction of the siblings. He really didn't want to fight, but these two made him see red. At this point, he wasn't thinking at all about Nevin; he had practically forgotten him.

Instantly, the weapon was joined by two more. The boy pulled an item from his back, and it instantly expanded into a huge halberd fashioned to look like it was made of bones. The girl held a tennis racket-sized implement that looked like a cattle prod, though rather than electricity, it sparked with fire.

“Hah! You're even dumber than you look if you think you can take us on, buddy. If your friend's twice as smart as you, you might have a chance.”
“And you're polearm's not as big as mine.”
“Enough compensating, Hansen! We've got some dickheads to fry.”
“If you insist, Gretchen. Come on then, sunshine!”

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

I just now read that for the first time. It was delightful.

Dungeon Keepers

The 42nd Gecko said
So, if I want to skip directly to a more powerful construct/minion, can I go ahead and wait the amount of turns, say, 34 or whatever, to get a high powered unit?

That's a definite nope. Fibbonaci all the way.

Dungeon Keepers

Kangutso said
You and your need to show off/flaunt power.

You've been assumed to have abandoned us. I'm glad to see that this is not the case.

Everyone, meet Kangutso. Kangutso, meet the new people.

RWBY - Haze

I did read it, I just assumed that the others weren't currently in our cycle because we were doing our own interaction. I'll wait for others in the future. Please don't hit me.

The Heroes of Beacon

Twenty minutes of walking alone and listening to the birds chirping in the various trees on campus proved to be very relaxing for Abel. Finally, he stopped at a bench on the edge of the smooth gray path and sat down, laying his weapon against the wooden, burgundy chair and putting his hands behind his head. Some part of him wished that school could be alike like this: moments of relaxation and enjoyment. Yet, a part of him looked forward to the coming semester, all of the work and projects and problems. They were all stepping stones to becoming a Hunter.

He peered out from his seat, trying to look into the tinted windows of the castle-like school and get a glimpse of what lay inside, what lay ahead. Unable to pierce the glass with his gaze, he settled for staring into the meters-wide moatlike artificial river that separated building and path. Lined with neat little bushes and carpeted by lily pads blooming with pink flowers, it sparkled merrily in the sun. It wasn't hard for Abel to imagine such a scene in paradise. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

Abel felt, more than he heard, two people approach him from either side. As he opened his eyes, both slid into the bench, one on either side of him. His head snapped back and forth, taking a look at the grinning interlopers. One was a boy his own age and easily half again his weight, a 5'10” mass of muscle and fat topped with a mess of ruddy brown hair. On Abel's other side was a willowy girl, sly and foxlike, with red hair done in two braids. Though they couldn't have been more different superficially, their features (particularly their stone-gray eyes) and their clothes (pressed white shirts with ruffled sleeves, drab green cargo shorts for the guy and a similarly-colored skirt for the girl, both help up by suspenders) created an instant, unspoken connection between them. Before Abel could get a word out, the pair launched into conversation.

“Enjoying the landscaping?” The girl's voice was high and nasally, grating on the ears.
“We are.” The boy's voice was low and smooth, but contorted in such a way that every word that crossed his lips seemed like mocking sarcasm. It became apparent that they were talking in perfect alternation.
“But it'd be a lot nicer if you got off our bench.”
“Didn't see your name on it. Beat it!”
“Scram!”
Not wanting to cause a scene, Abel abruptly stood up, taking a few steps away and turning around in the process. He didn't get a good grip on his weapon, but just the tips of his fingers touching the Ampere was enough to bring it with him. Seeing both of the other teenagers together confirmed that they were almost certainly related. Brother and sister? Whoever they were, they wasted no time in beginning to talk again, but not after laughing in unison--a horrible, enraging sound. This time, the fat one went first.
“Well, that was easy. Guess you're not much of a fighter.”
“A coward, a doormat, a cake walk!”
“There you go with the food metaphors again, Gretchen.”
“There you go thinking about your belly again, Hansen.”
“We'll grab a bite to eat after we finish with this loser, huh?”

At that point, Abel broke down. “Hey! I don't know who you think you are, but if you're feeling like getting your sorry asses handed to you I'd be more than up for a fight!” He brandished the Ampere, its shining blade pointed in the direction of the siblings. He really didn't want to fight, but these two made him see red.

Instantly, the weapon was joined by two more. The boy pulled an item from his back, and it instantly expanded into a huge halberd fashioned to look like it was made of bones. The girl held a tennis racket-sized implement that looked like a cattle prod, though rather than electricity, it sparked with fire.

“Hah! You're even dumber than you look if you think you can take us on, buddy.”
“And you're polearm's not as big as mine.”
“Enough compensating, Hansen! We've got a dickhead to fry.”
“If you insist, Gretchen. Come on then, tough guy!”