Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I can't very well compete in a contest I'm judging. With that in mind, though, I would be happy to let someone else take the reins and make/judge the fourth challenge so that I could try to earn myself some credits.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Holy crap, so I'm overseeing a mission? Cooooool. I kinda hope whoever has it calls in Iderson, I want to use her in combat. XD

@Kaithas

Indeed! @XNoBrainX has not even been online in twelve days. I fear that I must wipe him soon and give the wonderful team JRVR a new member.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious> Awesome stuff! :D Those weapons look great!

@NarayanK

Thanks! You'll see what I think of your submission tomorrow afternoon.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I don't know if I'll ever be able to do Mokuren or Sangue in a better or more complete way than their images, but Ben I can do. I even went the extra mile and did the merged form of his two weapons, Caledfwlch

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Blindly trusting a 'feeling' of anyone, even a hero, did not sit well with Midna, but she simply nodded. Rather than ride her own horse or accompany someone else on theirs, she briefly turned her back to the others and removed the enchanted hair clasp that allowed her to maintain full-bodied form in the World of Light. Her image shimmered before losing all depth and color, and Midna vanished into the shadow cast on the ground by Epona. Zant followed her lead, snapping a gem from the front of his hauberk, and he too melted into shadow. Midna squirmed slightly as her companion joined her; sharing a shadow was considered rather an intimate affair among her people, just as sharing a horse might be for Hylians, since the two were positioned so closely. The trip went quietly. Grass whistled in the wind, hooves clopped upon the earth, and the strange song hummed intermittently by both Link and Ciela broke what was otherwise a silence. Midna partly wished that she hadn't slept so much, so that she might nap to help pass the time. Then again, falling asleep with her decidedly quirky retainer practically shoved against her wasn't ideal. Long after the Twilight Princess had grown very bored, the party arrived at the edge of the Lost Woods. The trees stretched upward like a woody cliff face, and the path between the trees seemed every bit as eerie as a shadowy cave.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

One day left on the writing challenge, people! Out of curiosity, is anyone else working on a submission? Agent, your mission has been approved, with some minor editations. Any mission with any real combat is by default a class C.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Though I'm not the one who controls Dark Link, I'll be getting up a short post soon. Apologies for the delay.

Lazarus Hotel

One final question: when do we begin?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Alright, Seven, you're okay to get involved normally. I expect good things from you!

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel -=- Survival

So intent was Abel on finding the Survival classroom, that at first, he missed it. When he reached the edge of campus and found only a quaint, decrepit structure that should have been condemned, he was momentarily confused, and skirted around the rustic building to see if he wasn't missing something. Out here, the bell that marked fourth period's inception was somewhat muted due to distance, and in any case Abel was beginning to acclimate to it. A bird, twittering furiously, shot out from a hole in the architecture as the guardian rounded a corner, causing him to jump. He watched it go, identifying by its red breast that it was a robin before peering into the hole it had flown from out of curiosity. Once again he was surprised, this time to find out that the rickety building was in fact occupied. “I'll be...” he muttered, and hurried to find the entrance. In a way, the setup of the Survival class was far more welcoming than the other, more official classrooms. Neglected architecture, bare facilities, and ragtag supplies were the conditions that Abel and all the hunters-in-training could expect out in the field. Having a classroom that embodied these conditions proved that the teacher certainly knew his stuff. As Abel entered, using the Ampere like a walking stick, he spotted the professor and examined him briefly. Rather than the usual sort of formal wear prevalent with other teachers, Mr. Vorosky was outfitted in what looked like full combat regalia, complete with camouflage and enough small pouches to carry a two-course dinner. Sure, it was strange, but it made the guy seem real, down to earth, even. The professor must have felt Abel's eyes on him, for he briefly addressed all the students. Abel nodded and sat against one of the vertical pillars holding the building together. Under normal circumstances he might have been interested in the canned food, but he had finished a hearty salad only an hour and ten minutes ago, so he declined Vorosky's offer. -=-=- “Believe me when I say that these don't add up,” Fullbuster insisted. He lapped a hand against the papers laying on Ozpin's desk before reaching up to tweak his mustache. “Sure, he did well during the initiation ceremony, but here's a difference between failing a test and being given a second chance, and cheating a test and letting the cheater get away with it. “You don't need to tell me,” Ozpin's expression was a mixture of resignation and irritation. So much drama in such a short time wore away at even his steely nerves. “I hate to deny a student his dream, but an obsession with being the best is unbecoming of an individual willing to forge his own documents to achieve it. I'll make the announcement.” Across the school, the intercom system suddenly went online, and through the speakers reverberated the smooth voice of the headmaster. “Indigo Kafka, please report to the principle's office. Once again, that is Indigo Kafka.” Ozpin pushed himself away from the speaker on his desk, switching it off. His sigh caused the documents to stir, as if fluttering like a trapped moth to free itself. “At least now we finally know what to do with poor Miss Russet. I believe that Solomon is with her now; call him on his scroll and have him bring her in, please. We'll get her schedule finalized and station her on team Silverpoint in Indigo's place. We're going to have to change the team name, unfortunately, but at least we caught it early this time. Perhaps Silverfish would work.” Algernon Fullbuster nodded, leaving his mustache alone at last. “I'll let Solomon know. I had better get back to class. Knowing the kids, they'll try to invoke their fifteen-minute rule. Funny how no matter how generations I tell, there still is no such rule. Farewell!”