Lugubrious

The Heroes of Beacon

I'd almost be inclined to say that a timeskip is seeming more necessary if the OP's team wasn't one of those that had made negligible progress.

The Heroes of Beacon

I think I can declare myself exempt from that generalization.

Though at this moment it seems I'm a part of the not-posting club. We're not any of us posting, you see. Though, some of us do have good excuses.

A School for Deities.

I personally assumed that it did not since it's pretty much an entrance to a special place and getting soaked every time wouldn't make sense.

RWBY - Haze

Never in all his life had Abel seen a basilisk. The mere sight of it had sent him running off like a rabbit caught in a flashlight. Subconsciously, he had decided that such a beast was shock enough, and that nothing more unexpected would be happening today.

When the basilisk took flight, he was struck dumb. It was as if reality had simply given up. How could nature conceive of such a creature...and then give it wings? With nowhere to run, however, retreat wasn't an option this time. If he had been thinking straight, Abel might have found the continued pestilence of the nevermore a greater concern, since a casual observer could have noticed that it seemed to be cooperating with the basilisk. As adrenaline began to pump through Abel's veins in anticipation of the fight, however, such observations were beyond him.

The behemoth landed, and the two teams prepared to do battle. Abel, in a minor demonstration of power, let go of the Ampere and allowed it to spin, guided by threads of electricity, through the air. His hands closed around the metal shaft and he leveled its tip at the beast. Given its incredible armor, its eyes seemed like obvious points of weakness, but there were fangs and crushing strength to consider. Another option was to target its skin-flaps with a lightning bolt and sear them beyond use, effectively grounding it. Abel hesitated, legs crouched, not sure what to do other than move to the front of the group and take a defensive potion.

A School for Deities.

It would seem we have competition.

http://198.58.124.212:3000/topics/62234/posts/ooc?page=1

A School for Deities.

Sheesh, and I thought Morpheus had a big ego. Though something about the way the King of Hell was looking at him made Phobetor uneasy, he managed to bury his feelings and execute an exaggerated bow. "As you wish, my learned lerd. I shall not attempt to enter pretty boy's mind again." His eyes flickered, watching Asmodeus even as his head was dipped. He left out an important addendum: he would see if he couldn't make up for it while he was awake. As he regained his full height, Phobetor's skin began to gloss over with the same inky shadows that were even now blotting out the carpet around him. He looked around as he began to dissolve. "Hard to believe such an unimpressive lad could harbor a demon king." With that final remark, he wasted away.

Phobetor blinked his eyes in the real world, turning them back to normal in the process. The bus had stopped, and people were getting off. Impatient to leave, he shapeshifted into a stoat and slunk beneath the seats to reach the stairs off the bus, mercifully managing to avoid all tramping feet in the process. Once out in the open, he pattered to the other side of the bus to try and hide himself before shifting back. Upon returning, he found himself to be the only one yet who had both disembarked the vehicle and had all his belongings in order.

He wasted no time in following the ghost up to the well, watching as he walked the sunlight flooding through the specter's body, making him all but invisible. barely had Taiyo finished explaining about the well than Phobetor, in an act of fearless -and perhaps foolish- bravado, leaped in. He used his shadows to soften his fall and landed in the school courtyard, a little off-kilter. More surprising was the humanoid floodlight awaiting him, almost blinding his sensitive eyes with harsh light. Using his powers, he tried to create a dark visor to shield himself from the glare, but instead had to settle for pulling up his hood since the shadows melted away beneath it. "Hey! I'm bein' edgy here!"

A School for Deities.

That sums it up pretty well.

A School for Deities.

Of all the scenes Phobetor had been envisioning he might appear in, this was not one of them. He had only a brief moment to look around, feeling the danger in the air just as heat on his face, before Asmodeus spoke. Though the room appeared to be a study and the demon's seat a cushy rocker, Phobetor had only to consider his words to realize that this place was a throne room. Though not quite as obvious as a normal great hall, the parts were all there: the luxury, the grandeur, the excellent posterior accommodations—a show was being made, and not just in Asmodeus's speech. Were he facing such a being in reality, Phobetor might have quaked and backed down, but in the realm of dreams he wasn't so easily cowed.

Phobetor took the seat. Unbound by of the restrictions he faced in the real world, he let his power seep freely from him, quickly coating the chair and staining the surrounding carpet with murky black. Despite having a distinct advantage in his eyes, the God of Nightmares was wary with his reply. “Hi there,” he waved sarcastically. “Good fortune meetin' someone else from the underworld. Practically makes us family. Though, since you're thirty-second demon and I'm number-one Nightmare God, there might be some...difficulties. No hard feelings, though.” Two gleaming purple irises never faltered from Asmodeus's flaring viridian eyes.

“I had intended to fill...Andrew, was it? ..his dreams with terror, to make him tremble and scream, to make him awake with a start and a cold sweat and to savor it all. If he's not available, though, there's no point in stickin' around. If this is gonna happen every time, I might not even come back.” Phobetor didn't reveal his name, though if Asmodeus had been paying attention to the roll call back in the waking world, he'd know it anyway. Not that it was his true name, at any rate.

A School for Deities.

Go ahead and describe his dream in an IC post, if you will.

A School for Deities.

Are we going to cut this nightmare thing short? Because that would be sad.

Oh well, if we do, we could just say that when we arrive Andrew has bad dreams for something. If that's okay with Harine.