Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Urrgh lately it's been getting harder and harder for me to make posts. I've really just been forcing myself to stay on, but my interest has been slowly diminishing. I'm sorry, but I feel like I have to move on.

Goodbye, everyone. It was nice rp'ing with you guys.

@Scarifar

I figured it was only a matter of time.

At this point it is easier to say who is here than who isn't. Here goes:
@Multi_Media_Man,
@Forsythe,
@Guess Who,
@shadowkiller912,
@NarayanK,
@Agent B52,
@harinezumikouken,
@Prince of Seraphs,
@SevenStormStyle,
@Lucius Cypher,
@NarcissisticPotato,
@paigesweetheart,
@SirBeowulf,
@Tenoren,

I thank you all for your continued support. Since the beginning of this RP, we have had trouble keeping everything shipshape due to the unfortunate nature of RPs having player flux paired with the added complexity of four-man teams. While we've not accomplished too much IC, I've had a blast so far. I want our story to continue, but I want it to be something that everyone enjoys, so that no more people need lose interest. I am asking you all right now: where do you want me to take this RP? What will get you hyped for Heroes of Beacon once more?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

The IC has become quiet, too quiet. Someone should post. Why has no one posted? Post!

@Guess Who

I feel the same way. For some time now it's seemed like we've had only six members or so, and not twenty-six. I worry that people have lost all enthusiasm for this RP, but at this time of the year, a lot of users are having finals in their various levels of school, so some time off to study is understandable.

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

@Lugubrious?

@hatakekuro

Oh right, 'Cavalier' was my old username. Actually, I use it for almost everything, either that or 'GooeyLouie', which is more fun than Lugubrious because it doesn't paint me as sad and dismal all the time.

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

@Amaya Tamashii xD Hell he'll just pay her with ice cream. He'll split the cash with him and Fleo.

@hatakekuro

This message is Cavalier-approved.

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

Alas, it seemed that the fearsome plague demon dallied too long. Try as he might to soak his venom into the Flesh rapidly enveloping him, Bal'Tazor held back—not putting the entirety of his wretched power into the fight. Too late the condescending monster realized that the stoic, unintelligible avatar of the Flesh stood for a presence not younger than it, but far, far older, one whose power outstripped his own. A horrible wail, outrage blended with pain, rose from the pit as the components of Bal'Tazor were assimilated. Vile, green flesh took on a tinge of pink, and tumors of condensed Flesh developed in the folds of his belly where his plague minions had dwelt. Even his mind couldn't escape the torturous agony, for the tiny tendrils of the world's greatest organism penetrated even its rotten brain. After prolonged struggle, the demon's thrashing quieted, and Bal'Tazor grew still, a prisoner in his own twisted skin.

The Progenitor approached. It laid a hand on the demon's shoulder, and the creature's nerves fired in response, slave to the parasite pulling its strings. With some guidance, Bal'Tazor made his way to the massive, steaming Heart at the pit's center, and climbed into its recesses to join his minions. ”You are not yet perfect, spawn of Pestilence,” the Progenitor murmured in its alien tongue. [i]”When you reemerge, you will be Ours.”

New developments necessitated new orders. In the course of several minutes, the Progenitor transmitted chemical instructions into every living thing in the pit. Snatchers began to move, and the insides of the Heart began to churn, turning the tissue stored inside into mouldable Flesh. Having withstood and adapted to Bal'Tazor's virulent slurry of sicknesses, the Flesh that Hates had come to understand it. Though not overly harmful, the plague demon's pathogen could not be eradicated from the Flesh, and over time it could pile up and spell its doom. A new creature, then...one that incorporated the sickness, expunging the toxins from the greater organism into a lesser one. With the Snatchers on their way to nearby villages once again, the Progenitor entered its Heart itself, and set about crafting the next abominable being to embody the Flesh that Hates.

Status

-=-The Flesh That Hates-=-
Territory: Excavation Pit
Volume: The Progenitor, 12 Scabs, 4 Snatcher, Bal'Tazor
Infection Progress: Negligible
Current Activity: Synthesising second creature, 0/5 posts

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

I hate to sound like a broken record, but Fleo and Nolan are effectively locked out of doing anything until someone respond to their request for assistance on their job--a request that Fleo made out loud a couple pages ago.

Before I dive into character sheets or anything, this thing REALLY is open right?
>_>
<_<

@The Wanderer

Yep.

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

Nero -=- Outside Phoenix Wing

For a few seconds Nero silently fumed, anger coursing through his body, very much at odds with the wild smile plastered on his face. Finally, he exclaimed, “For the last time, Free is going to change back in less than an hour! None of my Curse Laws are permanent unless the target wills it." For the first time, his tone carried with it the tone of wrath, but he made a visible effort to bite back his tongue. He glared at Jamie, then at Free, but when he turned to see Ariel he thought he saw a brief light in her eyes: a tinge of something very undefined but very valuable. When Nero spoke next, his tone had changed ever-so-slightly, taking on a trace of an actor not quite playing the part. "I'm starting to figure out that only one thing is going to convince you that my intentions are pure!” he intoned in a strange, clipped growl.

“INTERNSHIP!” He roared, his voice reverberating with energy.

In the wake of his outburst a second of stunned silence trickled forth, even the murmur of talk and drone of insects in the background. Nero stood in a theatrical pose, locked in place, but his eyes flickered back and forth. Finally, he could hold it no longer. “Bahahahahahaha!” he guffawed, falling helplessly to his knees. “Did you think I was—heeheehee--gonna fight you? Ha! I'm not even a C-rank combat mage. You pulling my thumbs off and feeding me them woulda been really funny, though. Never had thumb before, heh. So here's the deal! I'll take your offer of welcoming and friend-treating, back in the guild! Not gonna try new spell anymore, sure sure. If you like, I'll help out with jobs. You know I don't care about money, and I can be pretty useful! I can give magic power boosts, turn buddies into hard stuff to shrug off powerful spells -for only a second or so mind you- and on guy nicknamed me his 'living requip' back when I traveled with him cuz I'm really good at dressing people.” Nero rose to his full height, but the hostility was gone, replaced by a surprising mellow. “That sounded kinda weird, but you get the idea. I don't wanna join your guild, but I wanna try it out. Maybe you can too, dearie, so you don't have to choose between Jamie and me. We can be the Goon Squad! If you're gonna protect the world from me, 'master', you might as well have me at arm's reach.”

“So let's start over!” Now the bespectacled boy stepped forward again, holding out his left hand. Even for someone who didn't quite understand normal behavior, the gesture for cooperation and friendship was well-known. “I, Nero LeMure, the Genie, shall prove that even someone with darkness in his heart can be a star! I'll join my purpose with yours, like mixing chocolate and peanut butter to get something even tastier! If you'll take a humble dark mage under your wing...your Phoenix wing, that is! Ah, that's a good one!”

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

It amuses me that you all think Jamie's shape shifting is an effort to hide who they are.

When in fact all Jamies appearances are just different aspects of Jamie themself. Not that there's been any indication of this.

It just makes me laugh

And Jamie wouldn't consider Nero a dark mage. Just childish.

And he will happily point out that Free doesn't appear to be happy as a penguin. And that he surely didn't ask to be such a creature. And again point out that one success doesn't mean anything.

Mmm

@Caits

It's not what I think or am doing, it's what Nero thinks and is doing.

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

It's not the fact that it's GM. It's the fact that, yes, there are lacrima planted around the town for protection and survaliance.

I wouldn't consider it OP.

I would consider it using what is at ones finger tips.

And of course, you forget that an inn has an inn keeper. And pretty much every inn keeper has a communication lacrima to the guild. Which has been pointed out before.

@Caits

I'm new here. Anyway, that is an acceptable explanation. I had assumed it was a power, not a physical system.

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

Nero -=- Outside Phoenix Wing

As rebutted him, Nero rolled his eyes and began to hold up fingers. By the time that Jamie was done, her menacing advanced unacknowledged, Nero had raised six. He held them up as proof to Jamie, saying, “Six insults in that speech. Little, childish, et cetera. I was bein' pretty gosh-darn courteous before, but if you're not pullin' punches, I don't see much of a cause to. Except...for dearie's sake.” When Ayame moved over to his side, all but begging Jamie to let her stay with him for a little while, Nero smirked at the guild master. “Game, set, match,” he decided, ruffling Ayame's hair with a silky glove. “Points for convincing her to respect your authority, though. Look at that adorable pout! What puzzles me is where you get off tellin' me I don't know how to do magic. The Ell Oh Em's still in testing, sure, but it's not my only Curse Law. Take the Ell Oh Ay, for instance, though I don't know if it would work too well on you—you're already a shrew, heheh! At least I don't try and hide who I am, shapeshifter.” Nero held a hand in front of his face and wiggling the figures, miming an ever-changing mask. He then brought his cloak around, holding it in front of his face in a dramatic dracula pose. “Case in point: I've got a spoiler alert for you. Here it is: I am a dark mage! I wield magic capable of terrible things. But don't we all? If all the stories are true, Phoenix Wing has such incredible magic that it leaves a trail of property damage wherever it goes!”

“So what's the difference between a dark mage and a normal wizard?” Nero cupped his chin in his hands, attempting to look scholarly despite his broken glasses. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't be getting so engaged; the steady pain in his head from performing the Law of Manifestation was affecting him. He looked down at Ayame and winked. “Don't worry, dearie. Just sit tight while I wrap this up.” His attention returned to Jamie, that indelible smile still present. Ever since Ayame had come to his side, victory had been present in his tone. “The difference...well, it's gotta be what people do with their gifts. You guys work and earn money. I grant wishes and make people happy. That is my purpose, to think of others!” Nero didn't feel the need to defend himself against Jamie's accusation of tricking the girl. Though he felt that this debate needn't be continued, he clasped his hands behind his back. “Now then! I forgive you for being so mean to me. Even if I weren't a dark mage, judging comes easy. I'm still looking for a tanning salon, heheh, and you wouldn't believe how hard it is for me to gain weight. I'll bet I look like a nasty old sandy-haired skeleton! So don't feel bad about it. You're a person too, so I want to part ways as friends, if we can.” Nero, still a few feet away, neglected to put a hand out to shake.