Lugubrious

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

The dilemma troubling Fleo was decided the instant that Janice turned her destructive might on her guild members. Seeing Ariel brutally incapacitated and both Karn and his riders targeted simply for show sent spikes of red-hot rage coursing through Fleo's veins. “Serious dick move!” For a few seconds her usual trepidation against stronger foes melted away, leaving a motivated sorceress momentarily unburdened by fear. While the actions of Nolan occupied Janice's attention, Fleo took measures to prepare herself. Against lightning, water -such a ready conductor- was useless, and the unconsciousness of wizard who wielded it served as a testament to her disadvantage. The obvious solution, even through Fleo's surge of anger, was to employ an element not at all conducive to electricity: dust.

All around, tiny particles began to flow in waves toward the dust woman. Plenty of it came from the wreckage of the bar, supplied by the building's heavy damage. It swirled around Fleo as a maelstrom, emitting a high-pitched wailing sound like a bitter wind, waiting, craving to be put to use. Fleo obliged.

“Kurafuto no Chiri: Shixeru!”

As one, the raging cloud condensed around her, a coat of dust several centimeters deep that encapsulated the mage like a statue. The use of her incantation -'Dust Craft: Shell'- in the original language of her mentor Gaudium empowered the magic, giving it greater authenticity and thereby greater strength than would have been imparted by the common tongue. Literally armored in her own element, Fleo ran forward, heedless of any stray lightning between her and Janice Belladona.

Only a few seconds after Nolan struck with his Ash God Slayer magic, and without waiting to see if it was effective, Fleo belted out the original incantation for Silver Wind: “Haiiro no Kaze!” Fleo thrust her hands outward together before moving them apart, drawing a perfectly horizontal line in the air from which gushed a torrent of glinting dust formed into a razor edge. If this attack didn't Janice bloody, or at least slice apart her clothes, it would carry the Lightning God Slayer with it.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

In reply to Ciela's sudden fit, the Twilight Princess blinked in confusion. Throughout her acquaintance with Ciela thus far, the fairy had always carried herself with both wrathful pride and austere dignity. Seeing her, the being who cowed Midna into submission with a sad story and a temper tantrum, reduced to a shivering wreck on the verge of tears stunned her. The urgent call from Link roused her from her shock and galvanized her into action. Midna hovered off the ground, suspended by her power, and speedily floated in the direction taken by Ciela with Zant on her figurative tail.

Even after finding the fairy, Midna wasn't sure what to do. No expert in the workings of the mind, even without magic involved, she could only watch with brows furrowed in concern as Ciela lay still. A chime caused her to look in Zant's direction for guidance, and she found his magic gem inserted into his breastplate once more, bestowing on him corporeal form. His scimitars flashed out of his sleeves, and for a moment Midna was terrified, absolutely convinced, that he meant to cut Ciela down. Whether this was her own instinct or a tinge of fear inflicted by the Lost Woods she could not say, but Zant lowered his swords and offered advice. “These trees conduct madness I say we give the fairy some free air and sunlight.”

Glad for a solution, Midna calmed her nerves and reattached the enchanted hair clasp that allowed her to maintain her own corporeal form in the world of light. She summoned a tri-pronged spear to her hands, and pointed it at the nearest tree. An arc of black light tainted with orange snaked out from the weapon and circled the tree. For a moment nothing happened, but then, the entire plant vaporized into black particles that shot skyward en masse. At the same time, Zant let loose a torrent of pink energy blasts that blasted another tree trunk enough to collapse it. Wood splintered and flew, and a great yawning sound filled the forest as the giant tree returned to earth with a massive slam. Finally, he lashed his scimitars across a third trunk, leaving wide scars, before leaping back. Midna jumped in to take his place and rammed her spear into the scar, overloading the bark with twilight energy that superheated the tree's resin. One burst of stopped-up magical energy later and the final obstacle toppled.

Through the hazy canopy drifted a few rays of sunlight. The still, stagnant air of the Lost Woods momentarily gave way to a gentle breeze. Only a few moments passed before a layer of fog plugged the hole, sending the scene into half-darkness once more. Midna knelt by Ciela, hoping that the breath of fresh air helped to clear her mind. “Be at peace.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Agent B52>

Once you, Sepia, and Priscilla post, I'll move Practice along further to near completion. Merlin is...MIA?

@harinezumikouken

Yeah, Psyrencalling is gone for good.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Ever thoughtful and deliberate, Kaghad was happy to let the others' precede his own descent. No dwarf favored heights, and the crack in the ground appeared less inviting than most, but the blacksmith consoled himself by affirming that without his aid, this party of younglings wouldn't make it past the first spike trap.

One by one the other adventurers descended. First went the most diminutive member of the party, displaying clearly a courage that defied her size. Next went the magician who, after a comment that Kaghad interpreted as both joking and snarky, proved herself a kindred spirit to the dwarf by declaring her dislike of heights. Kaghad watched, leaning upon his hammer, as she disappeared into the grasping darkness. Jon followed her only after lighting his torch with a set of flint and steel in his gauntlet, which, though certainly a neat trick for more mundane craftsmen, failed to impress the master dwarf. With three members of the squad down, and no gut-wrenching screams issued forth, Kaghad decided that his turn to make the climb had arrived.

Though small, he was stocky, heavily geared, and not very agile, so the trip down for him turned out to be the longest. By and by, however, his boots touched solid ground again. "Noice," he remarked to Jon, gesturing to the man's torch. The trace of a ghastly pong assaulted his nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose in distaste. Why must subterranean places always exhibit some sort of stink? Did they always need dwarves to make it habitable? Still, Kaghad felt closer to the earth in his natural habitat, and he swept his gaze around the staircase and door. Without hesitation, he strolled over to it, inspecting its mechanism for locks with rheumy eyes.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Okay, I'm only waiting on one last person right now, since the new people who signed up don't seem to be posting.

@VitaVitaAR

Sorry bout that. I'll get one up later today.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Very well.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

I meant to say this before you posted, but I feel that it is past time to let this RP die. It was fun for a while, but with so few people and so little to do, it seems strained. Do you two agree?

That's Weird

Potentially. I'll keep an eye out, but my chances of rejoining will depend largely on the amount of other people that are interested.

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

Fleo Plector -=- Magnolia Town

Always quick with an expressive face, Fleo raised her eyebrows. Personally, she would have been happy to accept Lucas's proffered explanation for the destruction of the bar, her nativity in combination with her optimism keeping her from regarding the young man with undue suspicion. Of course, explanations would do about as much to repay the ruined building as would apologies, not that the latter were, from Lucas, forthcoming. Then Lucas went and asserted himself, promising vengeance on any member of PheonixWing that dared to interpose herself in his little quest. That action alone cost him some respect from Fleo. Normal people, even ones who had harmful magical accidents, didn't go saying things like that. When Lucas obliterated the beam, Fleo took it as an invitation to battle, and the coat of dust on the cobblestones about her rose up once more, forming into eddies that circled her.

Evidently, her guildmembers felt the same way. A young man whose name Fleo had only recently discovered to be Nolan wasted no time in jumping down the white-haired boy's throat. The dusty woman rolled her eyes. Even someone unskilled in the art of personal relations could tell that meeting surliness and pride with bad temper only made a situation like this worse. Of all things, the chimera then attempted to defuse the situation. Karn's reversion to his human form surprised Fleo enough to loosen the muscles in her jaw, though it did not calm the flow of dust. A few seconds passed before she could shake her head in resignation. Of course this guild would have a man who dressed like a girl who could turn into a giant beast, and of course he would hug foul-tempered Nolan. Her thoughts then refocused on the problem at hand

Fortunately, it seemed like she wouldn't have to duel in her exhausted state. Faced with Nolan's threats, Amaya's reason, Karn's disarming weirdness, and the mere presence of everyone else, Lucas seemed to back down. Fleo allowed her hands to slip back into her pockets, a hopeful smile gracing her face. Though it was no longer needed, Fleo kept up the swirling dust around her for fun. That, or she had simply forgotten it—years and years of unconscious use of her magic in one way or another made low-level usage easy to miss. Her attention fixated upon the true fight nearby. She recognized among the tumult the platinum blond hair of Damian, but the woman who he engaged rang no bells. Anyone who wielded black lightning with such ferocity, and furthermore could go toe-to-toe with Damian in a serious fight, was not to be trifled with even for someone as impulsive as Fleo. She grudgingly admitted that Karn was right: to interfere would be to cramp the style of Pheonix Wing's Blade. It seemed, however, that someone didn't get the memo: an elegantly dressed young lady with skin the color of coffee, who wielded a water spell in her attempt to help Damian. Frowning again, Fleo began to approach the dueling wizards, wondering if she might be able to lend her help after all.

“Some jerk wrecked it, but he said it was an accident. So I guess it was like that when we got here,” she told Trinity as the minstrel walked past. Fleo turned to continue only to find her progress stymied by a sudden outburst behind her. She whirled around, dust flurrying around her like a gusty winter breeze, and beheld Nolan lying, comatose and foaming at the mouth, on Karn. Despite the gravity of the confrontation now behind her, the dusty woman could not help but laugh. “Looks like your fashion sense was nightmarish enough to send Tough Guy Nolan into a seizure, Karn!” she teased. She spared a glance at the intense battle between swords, electricity, and water, and her merriment evaporated. “Should I get involved in the fight, or should I try to carry Nolan back to the guild hall? So far my unconscious-guildmate-gathering record is better than my combat record in Pheonix Wing. I could stop for pancakes on the way...” An arc of voltage the color of the night sky smashed into a sidewalk tree, superheating the resin below the surface and blowing off all of the tree's bark in an instant. “Hmm.” Fleo stood roughly forty feet from where the duel currently raged. Surely, if her guildmates needed help, they would ask for it...?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Awwwwww I was hoping y'all would get to meet Ni. Oh well. XD

@Kaithas

I would be happy to have you write a single post that deals with the entire sixth hour. If you want to make up an events that involve peoples' characters, make sure to ask if that would be alright with them. That ought to give you an opportunity to introduce us to him.