Lugubrious

Dungeon Keepers

DR_TRAPEZOID said
I don't see why we couldn't keep it in the OoC. The only problem with that is they might get drowned out by our incessant chatter. Still, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Won't be a problem if we grab the permalink of each one.

See No Evil

Blegh. Things aren't looking good for this RP.

The Heroes of Beacon

Awakened by the scrapes and clanks and mutterings, Abel sat up in his bed. Having been asleep only a short time, he only had a little bit of bleariness to work through. When he sat up, he slightly surprised Shiro, who had been too absorbed in his tinkering to take much notice of him after his initial moments in the room, and had subsequently forgotten him. Abel rubbed his cranium, thinking more time had passed than it had been. In reality, it was fairly early to go to bed for a teenager; the clock couldn't have read more than 8:30. Either the Guardian was really tired, or a really big sleeper. After leaving the infirmary, he had stopped at the cafeteria for a quick meal in solitude and returned here, not bothering to open his bags tonight. His armor, shoes, and coat were scattered across his corner of the room.

Abel seemed fairly surprised to see Shiro there as well. Out of everyone to return, Abel had guessed that the memory-loser would be the last—he hadn't really considered the severity of Bridgett's condition in comparison. Without much conviction, he hailed Shiro with “G'night,” and collapsed again.

Only a few minutes later the scroll-bearer arrived. Naturally this stirred Abel and garnered his attention. He took his scroll gingerly, wary that he might break the little, highly-technological card in his hand. “Dog tags? Real encouraling. 'Couraging. Whatever. 'S cool. I guess.” With all the delicacy a half-asleep boy could muster, he slipped the scroll into the pocket of his coat before shambling back into bed. Clearly, he wasn't utterly fascinated by the new devices. He did, however, manage a somewhat genial pat on Shiro's shoulder as he passed, taking care not to step on any of the parts strewn about the floor. While Abel liked his weapon, he knew as he sank back into bed that engineering one no longer interested him. 'Easier to get something new than to go back and screw with something I know works' he'd said to his friends back home in Pallisade.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

This is certainly disappointing.

Fairy Tail: United we Stand REMAKE

As they perused the dreamy town of Haven, the various Sanguins found that it wasn't as barren as they had originally perceived. Rather than being devoid of life, Haven seemed to have it in small pockets. Wherever Sanguin went, her curious attire and wolf mask drew strange looks from the locals; more curious glances still came from those that had happened to glimpse more than one of her projections. None of the projections really paid them much heed, since they lacked all but the most basic higher brain functions when out of the true Sanguin's company. Though simpletons, her projections had the uncanny quirk of sharing her emotional state, and right now all of them were as wary as the original.

Indeed, even the one that accompanied Ben seemed unusually dull. She simply strode on in silence, hiding any feelings she might have felt behind the mask. It wasn't clear what her 'mass attack' technique was supposed to accomplish. The best she could have hoped for was to lure out whatever threat was plaguing the town, but seemingly nothing bestirred the sleepy atmosphere of the place. The impending dusk only contributed to this feeling, and while plenty of daylight remained, the shadows already grew long. Perhaps the threat would strike under the concealing veil of night and so reveal itself. Sanguin hoped so

Standing outside the train station, the Sanguin who had remained behind sighed. With nothing to do but watch the brilliant sun slide toward the horizon, she painstakingly observed everyone who drew near. For quite some time there was nobody at all, but after a span so boring as to be indeterminate, not one but two appeared on the scene. The first, a masked man, did nothing but give a creepy vibe to Sanguin as he seated himself across the street, on a public bench. As he honed in on his metalworking, he momentarily seized Sanguin's interest, but lost it quickly enough. More interesting was the robed man who passed by. Sanguin watched his every step, but the most fascinating deed he performed turned out to be walking. “Bored,” she murmured mechanically after he left.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

When Zelda first responded, Byrne looked up at her with incredulity from his position on the ground, as if he couldn't believe that the princess hadn't already stooped to his aid. Pressing the hidden switch that opened the passage seemed to him to be a sign that she had decided to be helpful after all, and he was already clambering shakily to his feet when he found a brilliant, glowing bow drawn at him. He flinched beneath the glare, and it illuminated his hateful and confused expression. To see that he, an important agent and a strong warrior, would be threatened in such a manner by a person he served surprised him immensely. No matter how much he wanted to shield his eyes with his new hand or growl 'do you have any idea how dangerous that it?' to Zelda, he realized that if he did she could very well shoot. He endeavored to derive some sort of compassion from her face, but found it more hardened than sorrowful. Faced with the arrow's point, Byrne could only obey its wielder helplessly. It infuriated him, but, spurned on by the pain and confusion he felt, he did it all the same.

As he walked ahead of her through the tunnel, he rubbed his elbow woefully, not bending to the humiliation of raising his hands. There was no seam between flesh and steel, but he didn't feel the air on the limb either. It was as much weapon as body part. The only sound in the passage was the steady, light hum of the magic weapon, and its radiance shone upon the walls. He walked quietly, only grunting when he stumbled over the occasional stone, making sure to play up every little misstep in the hope of garnering some sympathy.

-=-=-

“Lady Midna! Lady Midna!”

The Twilight Princess turned to look, while Zant, who had succumbed to a bout of brooding, remained still. Hurrying toward them was the Goron Gorko, clad in his usual adventuring gear. Not only did it suit him better than the cheap cloak he had worn in the Magtail Fort, but it also helped differentiate him from the ruffian that had attacked Midna. In his hand he held a scroll of paper, white except for a few spots of rain, much unlike the rough, tan ones that he kept on his person. This did not go unnoticed.

“Back so soon? Wonderful! Have you found us a task...brother?” The melodic, lilting voice of Midna carried a definitive note of excitement.

“Yes ma'am!” Gorko exclaimed, shoving the paper toward her. With a delicateness that very much contrasted her companion's action, Midna plucked the scroll and began to read. Unbidden, Gorko spared her some time. “It's a beastie! Not too far away, maybe ten miles, there is a copse of woodland in the center of a prairie. Since it's the only source of lumber and water in the local area, some villagers are building a trading post there.” He paused, savoring the rapt attention paid to him by the Twili—event Zant, now. “In that little wood, however, there's the beastie they call Arrghus, a big, floating thing with a huge, bloodshot eye! It attacks anyone who comes close with magic. When will we go?”
Midna's brows furrowed. “Tomorrow, but...we?”
“Yep!” Gorko grinned. “Wouldn't want to miss out on this for the world!”
“I had planned for it to just be Zant and I. You are welcome, I suppose, but...”
At that moment, Zant cut in. His tone had regained its evenness. “Actually, why don't the two of us go? Just Gorko and I? It'll give you more time here.”
“You are being oddly chivalrous, Zant. I trust you haven't forgotten how much I enjoy using magic?”
“Of course not. It's just...I feel it would help me get some of my...frustration out of the way. Wipe clean the slate.”

Midna looked skyward. The rain had really loosened up; trickles of afternoon daylight were beginning to slip through the cloud cover. “...Very well, if you insist. I almost feel bad for this creature.”
“My thanks. We will go at once.”

At once, Zant sped away. Gorko spent a moment looking between the two Twili, then rolled up into a ball to pursue Zant.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Melon pls.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

I Pmed her already.

See No Evil

Cool. I'll be ready.

The Heroes of Beacon

For the love of God Irish make something happen.