Lugubrious

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Psyrencalling is no longer with us.

We're also waiting for @Tenoren to get involved.

Jangel, the Ankou is dead and has been dealt with. I implore you to read the posts of others.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

It's too late really to make anything of it now, but Burthstone, Fleo didn't mention anything about Mithera's ankle. She was just trying to be hospitable.

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Duly noted, thank you for the feedback.

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But seriously, everyone in Survival decided to ignore everyone except 1-2 people they were already familiar with. I opened up Jack for interaction, but no one went for it, so I'm kind of stuck here.

@Sho Minazuki

Unfortunately your particular situation became moot when the various Grimm appeared. The reason I had the Grimm attack en masse was to force the students to work together. A situation given this much room to move around will only be repetitive if the writer/s allow it to be.

I'm going to begin an evacuation of the Survival class as soon after a few more people make fighting posts.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

While Minerva's comment had gone unheeded by Fleo, she was pestered with a dual sensation of indignation and guilt when Jamie hobbled out from the bar and single-handed transferred the unconscious Damian indoors. Even for a normal person, the muscular, leather-armored limp body would have been a troublesome load, but given the nature of Jamie's injuries it must have been doubly uncomfortable. Fleo had asked for help from one of her teammates, not imagining that the guild master might take responsibility and go as far as to do it alone. As Damian slumped into a chair, Fleo instinctively moved to make sure that everything was alright. Her frustration had undoubtedly eaten away at the stability of the dusty bandages she had given Jamie, though a quick analysis confirmed that the constructs held together still.

It was hard to stay concerned with the conked-out S-class wizard, however, with Candy in the house. Playing with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment for the newcomer's sake, Fleo spectated his antics atop the table. After downing a couple of sweets, the boy proudly displayed his magic for all to behold, though Fleo found it ridiculous. She had to admit that magic based around candy was very original, but it did not seem at all practical. Her assumptions seemed all but concerned when the boy's eyes rolled up into his head and he abruptly went catatonic, obliterating one of the few wholly-undamaged articles of furniture in the hall, and leaving a dent in the floor that made the bandaged woman wince.

The next moment she was surprised yet again. The skull-rattling roar of Mithera caused her to jump in a momentary panic. A few seconds latter, when the sudden fear had settled, Fleo chanced a look at the being that had made it. Though she didn't know Mithera's name, Fleo guessed at first glance that she was full of herself. Of course, dragons -famous, magnificent creatures of legend that they were- were entitled to expectations of grandeur, but the specimen in front of Fleo didn't quite live up to the expectations that the books had filled her with. Mithera's roar had been the biggest, most awe-inspiring thing about her; Mithera herself seemed like a small dog with a big bark, trying to get enough attention to prove how big it was. All of this, however, was merely impression, and Fleo was well aware that most people contradicted impressions once she got to know them. It was a convention that she, in fact, relied upon. Outwardly Fleo gave off the air of an exuberant, ditzy child, but anyone she had ever been able to truly call her friend knew that her youthful enthusiasm was merely a tool by which she sought to appreciate the gifts life had in store for her.

Fleo realized that she was staring, and averted her gaze from Mithera. Instead she focused on the energetic blond -Karn, wasn't it?- who inspected the comatose Candy sprawled on the floor, those massive, ungainly jawbreakers still fixated on his arms. Fleo tried to picture herself wielding them, and almost laughed out loud. If Candy was strong enough to lift those things, perhaps there was more to him than met the eye as well.

She almost met the gaze of Zero, but happenstance kept them from locking eyes. The black-haired boy emitted a strange vibe, one that Fleo couldn't read. The voice of Mithera roused her from her curious attempt to do so. For the first time Fleo became aware of Mithera's injury, partially clued in my the conversations she had half-listened to while paying attention to Candy. “A week can be a pretty long time given the right company!” She said cheerily. “You scared the dust right out of me a few seconds ago. What was the matter? Can I make you anything with my Dust Craft?”

Dungeon Keepers (This one's done. Go to The Horde of Evil instead)

The actions of the plague demon, however mocking, failed to provoke the Progenitor. It retracted its tentacles, their deed accomplished, and watched as Bal-Tazor converted some waste tissue left behind by the Flesh into a meal for itself. This fascinated the Progenitor, who learned far less with its eyes then it did by the chemicals seeping from Bal-Tazor into the ground, for the ground was now the domain of the Flesh That Hates. The instant that the demon had allowed itself to be coaxed into entering the pit was the instant that the Progenitor's lesson would proceed satisfactorily.

For a few moments the Progenitor dumbly watched the plague spawn race in impish merriment about its pit. After a few moments, the cackling creatures ceased to interest the Progenitor. They were like the scabs, with no true intellect of their own, only a directory fixation. Nothing could be learned from them. From the abomination that birthed them, however, much could seemingly be gleaned. It was powerful, certainly, and even if its words meant nothing the tone could not be mistaken. Its taunts simply did not register with the Progenitor; the only language it understood was its own. Yet again, though, it was the chemicals that told it everything. Inside the pit, the stones and dirt were infested with the Flesh, and through skin contact with the membrane the Progenitor expanded its awareness to each tiny facet of life within the area. It wasn't the only one affected by contact with the Flesh, however. Even now, tiny filaments of the Flesh were working their way into Bal'Tazor from where he stood upon it. Their progress was slow due to the nature of the poisons in the demon's body, but by the Progenitor's will they were adapting and advancing. Before the embodiment of disease could be further reached into, however, he had to be further studied.

The Progenitor brushed its right tendril across the fleshy ground, transmitting impulses. As one, every Snatcher in the pit rose to their feet from their comatose sleep, a few surprising the very plague spawn that had been trying to gnaw on them. The Snatchers that were close enough grabbed the smaller minions, held them close, and launched their fleshhooks into the little demons' faces. Those that were farther away simply snagged their prey with the fleshhooks, reeled them in, and began to carry them toward the huge, grotesque, elevated structure that was the Heart.

While this happened, the Progenitor quickly adapted itself once more, paying careful attention to Bal'Tazor's reaction in the meantime. Instant mutation: fray. The arms of the avatar of the Flesh metamorphosed again, taking only seconds to become thick, columnlike limbs frayed at the end into thousands of nerve endings. The Progenitor then plodded toward Bal'Tazor, desirous to feel its skin and commune with the inner workings of its monstrous body directly. It had, it seemed, little concern for itself. If the plague demon thought that the Progenitor was a mindless child rather than an indomitable organism, it was no concern as long as it allowed itself to be examined.

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Welcoem back Awesomo!

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

My entree was based on the Stargate Episode Moebius, where they went back in time with the intent of making things better but it spiraled out of control creating a world unprepared for what it would face.

Fairy Tail for the win!

@Prince of Seraphs

Contest is up. Check that shiz.

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Contest #6 - Legendary

Judge: Lugubrious
Type: Item creation
Deadline: Saturday March 28th, morning

Your task is to create a singular object in the world of Remnant. This object can hail from any time in the RWBY universe, from the initial struggle against the Grimm to the current storyline to a time in the future. Its history is non-canon, and if this object is in the future, events concerning the world can be made up as the author sees fit. In referencing this object, the use of your own characters is unnecessary, and the use of characters in the actual show is permitted. This object must heed the theme and rules provided by the prompt, and must use the sheet that follows it.

Prompt: You are to create a weapon of legend. It matters not what it is, from an ancient bow and arrow to an ultra-advanced, shapeshifting miracle of technology. It can even be a vehicle or a robot, but it must have been usable by a single individual. It matters not what the weapon has been used for. Whether it pierced the heart of the first Ragnarok or was used to assassinate Headmaster Ozpin is no concern--only that what it has been used to accomplish has made it famous among the people of one of Remnant's kingdoms, if not more. This weapon can be passed down from wielder to wielder, by volition or taken by force, and can acquire a legacy beyond the deeds that catapulted it into fame.

Weapon Name:
Weapon Type:
Physical Description:
Capabilities:
Best Known For:
History:

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I confess to that contest being personally inspired by the alternate world of Edolas from the anime Fairy Tail. In that case, it was an entire story arc rather than a single episode.

Oh, and I'll have the new contest up soon. This will be an interesting one I hope.

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And Professor Agesander completely ignores Sapphire.

@Prince of Seraphs

A less saucy reminder works just as well.