Lugubrious

The Heroes of Beacon

Since our characters would be meeting for the first time anyway and neither have the semblance Synergy, we could very well meet up right away and then get into an encounter to show off our abilities. Though, of course, our goal shouldn't be to make our characters seem as badass and OP as possible.

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harinezumikouken said
I believe the friendships and bonds forged from the fires of combat is the best way to form our teams instead of going back and forth asking. Is it fine if I post Kuhaku's introduction at the ziplines now? I'm just gonna see how Kuhaku works out with whomever he runs into.P.S. - OldManWong, my CS is missing from that thread of yours.

Unfortunately that doesn't just spontaneously happen, we've got to collaborate on who meets who, otherwise just one person chooses.

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Seems that way, buddy.

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Might as well.

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The Irish Tree said
YOU MONSTER FRISBEE!Also, I honestly have no idea who's partnering with who. Gave y'all the option to choose, so i gotta wait until i find out what the pairs are.Beliya, Ineko, Gideon, and Bruce are already destined to be a team, so they're off limits.If you guys don't got this settled by Friday, I'll do it myself.

The second official team is Chris, Abel, Oliver, and Bridget.

I'm not exactly sure on the status of the Gren/Serara/Yael team.

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Undying Curiosity said
If Galgarion's character joined our team, she could our mid-range person. Chris, Oliver, Bridget, AbelCOBA ~ Team Cobra.COBA ~ Team Combat

Also Cobalt, Caribou, or Crowbar if Chris is the leader, and Bacon or Beacon if Bridget leads. There aren't too many good options starting with O.

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The Irish Tree said
I like him. Also, WHY DA FURK DOES EVERYBODY HAVE ELECTRICITY!? I'll accept him once you get his pictcha up.(Also, if I didn't make it clear, if you were accepted, go ahead and post.)

My thoughts exactly.

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Undying Curiosity said
Yeah, just gotta find a fourth person

Sounds like it's time for an UPDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE

Team A (COMPLETED): Beliya (Ranged ADC), Ineko (Burst Mage), Bruce (CC Tank), Gideon (Brawler)
Team B (so far): Abel (Damage tank), Chris (Assassin), Oliver (Dual ranged/melee ADC)
Team C (so far): Gren (Tanky Berserker), Serera (Aerial Jack-of-all-trades), Priscilla (Dual ranged/melee ADC)
Gamemaster's Discretion: Tai (Warrior)
Looking for teammates: Robert (Ranged ADC), Blake (True tank), Yael (Assassin w/ mobility focus), Trico (Dual ranged/melee assassin), Atlas (Warrior), Kuhaku (Illusionary Jack-of-all-trades), Savan (Melee/Ranged Warrior), Bridget (Ranged Assassin)

Also for funsies let's put these guys here
Mary (Ranged ADC), Hansen (Tank), Gretchen (Assassin), Pan (Shadowboxer), Paron (Support mage)

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

For a few moments Cain considered apologizing to Lethe about calling her a sprite, but her comment about 'meager minds' both wiped out that possibility and reminded him how deeply he loathed her. Nevertheless, he was forced to follow along with the others as the trundled, alone or in small groups, after her to the entrance of the Shadow Temple. Before now, the Twili hadn't even gone near the thing; this was yet another testament to the prejudice and unfairness of those who shone with the Goddesses' light.

When whispered to by the fairy, Frore -for once- understood what she wanted. The former Chilfos raised her ring finger for the magical artifact to be removed, but Lethe flitted away before she saw. Confused and somewhat upset by this, Frore lowered her finger once more and joined the group following her. After they had all stopped, she clumsily navigated her way among the others until she stood at the side of Cain, who faced her briefly before returning his attention to Lethe.

Though Cain said nothing and betrayed no emotion during the following speech, his mind was a tumult of thought. The news that the legendary Demon King Ganondorf was returning, while rumored for some time, remained somewhat jarring nevertheless. Initially he decided that the Hylians deserved no better than to fend for themselves for once, abandoned by the hero that their deities had chosen. As he thought more about the personage that was Ganondorf, however, the name began to sound somewhat familiar. He wracked his mind to discover why as the others replied, too absorbed in his own thoughts to acknowledge the women that left, the Darknut's defense, or the blacksmith's retort. Finally, a shred of conversation from long ago popped into his head. Along with the distant words came the image of a frightening mask, one that Cain hated above all else.

“You might have gotten past my Shadow Beasts but you'll never beat me,” the vile mask had said. ”Your princess is mine, your people and your kingdom and your realm too, and thanks to Ganondorf soon even the World of Light will fall beneath MY rule! MINE! Now you're BANISHED! HAH! HAHAHAAAH!” That laugh, reaching Cain even as he fell into his foe's portal, haunted him now as much as ever.

So that was it. A memory pushed down into obscurity by Cain's rage, only to be brought back now by the fairy's words. Zant was his mortal enemy, now and forever, and if he and this Demon King were in league, he had all the more to gain by striking him down first before stabbing Lethe in the back. It was a tall order, but if the former Royal Spymaster played his cards right he could hit two birds with one stone. He formed a plan.

“I for one am all for deposing this king of darkness. Naturally, Frore stands behind me.” He indicated her with a tilt of his head, and Frore hazarded a stiff wave in response. Cain continued after quickly taking in Epicoron's canine face, now exposed. “Where I come from there are no Hylians or Sheikah or anyone, but there are legends of Ganondorf. He is infamous even in our realm for his incredible, insidious power. If he is really gearing up for war, I will oppose him." Pretty much anyone here would be hard pressed to find any trace of dishonesty or ill intentions in his words.

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The last few crumbs of wheaty granola had just been brushed from Abel's hoodie to scatter across the stonework at his feet when Ozpin's announcement rang out. As soon as the first few words hit the Guardian's ears, a surge of adrenaline rushed through him; it was time! Unable to contain the energy, Abel took off running toward the skyport the moment Ozpin mentioned it. Since his quest for the vending machines had taken him farther away from the docking area than the ballroom was, he arrived at the same time another few students did despite sprinting. With bright eyes he boarded the airship destined for the place called Forever Fall. He could only picture what it looked like.

The trip, though not agonizingly long, seemed like forever an a day to Abel thanks to his sudden enthusiasm. When the rush died down, he contented himself with expectantly standing by a window with arms crossed. He never turned to look at any of his peers, as if seeing them would spoil the surprise of which of them would be his teammate.

His first glimpse of Forever Fall took his breath away. No idea of what to expect had lurked in his mind, but it most certainly wasn't this. Abel's eyes swept over the crimson sea of trees, broken only by rivers, cliff faces, and what appeared to be a train track. The rush of excitement began to seep through his veins once more. He forced himself away from the window and the red forest beyond, instead choosing to join a few other earnest students near the doors. In seemingly no time at all, an impact signaled the airship's landing, and the doors began to open. Managing to control himself, Abel stately walked out along with the others and first set foot upon the red grass with them.

Compared to the others, he enjoyed Professor Port's story. He always appreciated a good legend, having always identified and respected legacy as one of the most important aspects of life. Though a person might die, their stories would live forever—and judging by the length of Port's, he certainly intended to. Even appreciative Abel was beginning to grow a little strained, however, by the time Oobleck interrupted and briefed them on the situation. Eye contact, huh? He wondered exactly who he would chance to meet. The boomerang-wielding faunus-hater? No. Hansen and Gretchen? No way. Mary he could live with, but given his luck, Abel half-expected to find the girl whose hair he had stepped on.

Approaching his zip line, Abel noticed no grip of any sort. The solution was easy enough: he unslung the Ampere and held it horizontally over the top of the line, and held either side of it firmly. When given the signal, every student launched off.

Abel's zip line turned out to be one of the longer ones. Both his balance and his grip were ready to give by the time he had coasted about seven hundred feet and decided that the ground was close enough to drop. Though he tried to roll into the landing, he started rolling too early, and smashed into the ground on his upper back while the Ampere lodged in the ground beside him. Groaning, he regained his feet and tugged it free. After checking to make sure that his weapon was undamaged, he let go if it and used his semblance to hold it up instead. He span it above his head at high speed without touching it before grabbing it again and slamming its shaft into the red grass. A smile spread across his face—he was ready to go.