Lugubrious

RWBY - Haze

This thing is absolutely massive, a force of nature "the likes of which he had never seen". Keep in mind that in the show, both teams RWBY and JNPR ran from the nevermore and deathstalker for a while before engaging them. This thing makes the both of them look like pushovers. Additionally, Abel is somewhat pessimistic. Finally, it seems to me like there wasn't going to be a fight anyway at this point, since Killa's team is already started down the cliff and Nevin's volunteered to leave last in order to cover the others' retreat. It was my assumption that the place were were going to be making our 'stand' in isn't going to be a cliff path so narrow that only one person can go down at a time.

RWBY - Haze

At the edge of the civilized world, deathstalkers were not a common occurrence, but they were dreaded ones. From atop the walls, the defenders of Vale were utterly unable to strike at the humongous scorpions' weak underbellies. With no other option, they could only hope their hail of punishment from above could penetrate the deathstalkers' bony carapace before they could inflict too much damage on the defenses. As Abel had become more acquainted with them, he had grown to respect them as well as fear them, and with his friends and family -comrades all- at his side, no deathstalker could breach the kingdom.

A bunch of teens alone in the forest, however, was a far cry from the seasoned coalition that manned Vale's perimeter. Abel's run ended along with the others, all eight coming to an abrupt stop when faced with the colossal arachnid. From the front of the group, one of the kids from the other team opened fire, disorienting the deathstalker with its explosions but not even chipping its ivory exoskeleton. After a few seconds, Abel realized that the mass destruction of trees, indicating the coming of a large Grimm, had not abated after the scorpion's arrival.

He did not have long to ponder what else was inbound. From the treeline exploded a titan the likes of which Abel had never seen. His focus almost scattered merely to see the beast, so powerful was the terror. For a few instants, Abel was paralyzed by the feeling of being the ant facing down the boot. Almost effortlessly, the monstrosity thundered forward and attacked the deathstalker, which now looked like an average bug in comparison. Abel watched, entranced, as the arachnid sailed overhead and plunged over the cliff's edge, wailing like a ghoul.

The words of the other team's members simply didn't register with him, but Abel did manage to get an idea of what Nevin was saying. “Crappy luck?” He intoned, his voice surprisingly dull and depressingly hopeless. “If we fight this thing, we die. Now's not the time for heroes. I'm running.” With that, he took off, following the others toward the cliffside path.

He paused on the edge, analyzing the descent. It was treacherous and narrow, fit for only one person at a time. All it would take would be a good tremor to knock every person on it off into the void to meet the same fate that the deathstalker had found. After a quick look backward to confirm that yes, the basilisk still existed in all its bloodcurdling majesty, he stepped away from the edge and rushed to pursue the others down the path. He sincerely hoped that the Grimm wouldn't try to climb down after them, but by the same token he was pretty sure that it would.

A School for Deities.

This seems silly to me but I am here yes.

The Heroes of Beacon

To protect himself from the spray of grass and loam kicked up by Bridgett's sudden stop, Abel pivoted sideways and threw up an elbow to cover his face. He brushed dirt from his already-dirty coat and batted away his teammate's hand as she tried to touch him. “Didn't you notice? I fell from Gren's scrapheap. If my aura had been any lower I coulda been seriously hurt, and if it was you that had fallen, we'd be down a team member. Permanently!” Pausing, he permitted himself a second to watch Robert and Priscilla leave, absolutely untouched by their words. “No way in hell am I ever going along with one of that dude's wacko plans again.”

While he still felt some aggressive urges, he found that his rage was quickly dwindling. It seemed wrong, no matter how pissed he was, to take it out on Bridget. She legitimately seemed to hold concern for him. Still, a little consideration from another being for once didn't assuage his pain. He flexed his shoulders and winced. “Speaking of hurt, my back is killing me. That fall really did a number on me. Let's see what Gren has to say about it, eh?” Leaning upon the Ampere support, he followed Bridgett back to the airship.

Making surprisingly good time thanks to Bridgett's newfound knowledge of the terrain, the pair arrived only a few moments after Priscilla and Robert did. Abel's frown deepened, but he made no move to press the issue with them. Instead, he made his way straight to Gren.

“Idiot! I could have been killed! If it were Bridge that fell, she'd be dead!” Though he didn't intend to, electricity sparked up and down the length of the Ampere in a slightly threatening manner. Without any hesitation, he continued, drowning out Gren's initial response. “There was no rush! By deciding you needed to be the big impressive tech guy, you put your allies at risk.” The voltage died away, and Abel seemed to relax now that he had vented. “If we're a team now, we've got to look out for each other,” he beseeched.

A School for Deities.

What is your status on NPCs, Overwatch? Can we create minor ones?

(I recommend adding your answer to the rules)

A School for Deities.

A strange sensation of cold washed over Phobetor's body despite his warm clothing. Sensing magic, he whirled around, but saw nothing. A few seconds into narrowing his eyes at the two other occupants on the bus, he became aware of a slight throbbing sensation on his wrist, as if it were being slightly squeezed. He yanked off his glove and found a mark on his skin. Shaped like a heron sitting on a lake, the symbol pulsed with a soft orange glow. Unnerved, Phobetor held his other palm over the tag and twiddled his fingers, probing it with shadow magic.

As such, he was totally unaware of Andrew, only subconsciously moving out of the isle to let him pass. When Ashil came along, however, the two actually collided. His focus broken, Phobetor readied a nasty remark but was beaten to the punch. The God of Nightmares almost recoiled, moving aside to allow Ashil to continue on his egotistical way. After a moment of sputtering, he replied under his breath with “Manducare puppe, caput faex” and sat down. He pulled his glove back on irritably, deciding to leave the mark alone for now.

By laying his fingers on the fabric of the seat, he channeled shadow magic through it. While all this did physically to the chair was turn it a velvety black, he felt far more comfortable in his element. If he was going to be spending time on this bus, it wouldn't hurt to have a little territory on his side.

A School for Deities.

If I might be so bold, how the heck did Taiyo see (from inside the bus) Phobetor steal a pastry when Phobetor was inside the terminal (which was inside the airport proper), which occurred over the course of several minutes?

The Heroes of Beacon

Why's he mad? Let's see...

1) Harebrained scheme (the go-kart of scrap)
2) Terrified of moving very quickly and doesn't like advanced technology a whole lot.
3) Hates being vulnerable, so reacts to his own fear with anger both at himself and others.
4) "Proud and gruff"
5) Free-fell for a considerable way, going through a fair share of pain, thanks to what he perceived as his teammates' carelessness.

Do not under any circumstance mistake my character being mad for me being mad. Two very different things.

A School for Deities.

Of all the things that Phobetor had been forced to endure over the years, not using his gifts on a long flight full of weary humans was one of the most difficult. While he had known it would have been utterly hilarious to poke around in some of the passengers' dreams, there was always the chance of making some critical mistake and sending the plane spiraling down into the ocean. The fall hadn't been a concern for the son of Hypnos, but any even with a possibility of coming face to face with Poseidon again was something best avoided. Phobetor had been forced to watch the in-flight entertainment instead, though he didn't speak Japanese. Given that the movie was Finding Nemo, however, perhaps that had been a good thing.

Itching to use his powers, Phobetor transformed into a sparrow mere seconds after leaving the jet. Having no belongings not carried in his various pockets and pouches, there was no luggage to grab, so rather than wandering through a hub of smelly, frustrated humans the God of Nightmares opted to fly over the crowd instead. A whiff of cinnamon, however, caught his attention. Unable to resist, he winged his way down to a small bakery stand, and there found an out-of-sight place to turn back. Before walking up to it, he made sure his clothes looked sufficiently normal: dark blue slacks, a black-and-green striped shirt, and a gray jacket emblazoned with skulls managed to fit right in nowadays. Not that these were really part of his garb; they were merely a disguise. Consigning himself to wait amongst the humans for the snack, he rested his hands in his pockets and found that there was no money. He thought for a moment about what morality had done for him in life, and decided to steal a cinnamon roll instead.

He fished Vox out of his satchel, licked his thin lips, and played. A few meters to his left, there came a loud crashing noise out of nowhere, metal clanging against the ground and shattering the tranquility of the scene. As every eye turned to look, the shadow of one of the cinnamon rolls sprang to life, and launched its owner toward the God of Nightmares.

A few minutes later, a sparrow arrived at the bus. Phobetor changed forms again, and just for the sake of using magic, decided to change into his proper attire now that he was in the company of people like him. A wave of his hand wove shadows through his civilian clothes, turning them into black cotton and leather. His favorite bandanna materialized around his head, which he checked to make sure was in place. Placing the last bit of the pastry inside his mouth, he boarded the bus. His eyes instantly fell upon its occupants, a fabulous boy with audacious hair and an unimposing brown-haired girl in a sweater. Neither interested him in the slightest, though the young lady looked temptingly sleepy. Pretending to ignore them, he scratched his chin with a clawlike fingernail, as if he couldn't decide which seat to take.

The Heroes of Beacon

Abel is upset. Robert is going to suffer for it.