Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Hey guys, how does the Unsubtle get off the floating Island Beacon's on?

@Prince of Seraphs

Airships.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Gloria's actions will be something interesting to work around. Revel doesn't like it when his plans are interrupted, especially by someone on his side.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Having the Immortal's attention on him was, for Revel, equal parts terrifying and galvanizing. Though never one to back away from taking the field, he hosted an instinct he assumed thoroughly commonplace among humans: to back away when faced by a god. Based upon his stunning earlier display of predicting mere seconds into the future, the string-puller had rather expected his makeshift plan to fail, but miraculously his wires spared the life of the young magician. Noting this, to make sure that MicWiz remembered this debt later, Revel honed in all of his focus on the crazy-powerful being set to pound him into oblivion. At this point, the worst possible option to use was to attempt force. It pleased Revel to no end, however, to be at last fully in possession of an ingenious plan. This had been assured the very instant that the Immortal's words -let me end my suffering- met his ears.

With a gallant smile Revel raised his hands in placation. “Most powerful I don't doubt, but most threatening? Not this time. It is not my objective to threaten you.” The movement of the Chimera back in this direction, plus the manifestation of MicWiz's golem, all pointed toward the signs of an allied counterattack. Did they really think that Revel was not in control of the situation, that he was a mere distraction for them to get their attacks in? Fools. Their furor to destroy the Immortal blinded them to a more intelligent resolution, one that circumvented the eventuality of the entire team lying dead on the floor and the Immortal's self-immolating in a nuclear inferno. “There is as much use in contesting you physically as there is of normal humans surviving in a meltdown. My strength is elsewhere: the mind. I can predict the future with uncanny accuracy. Not that you'd be interested, of course...what's a mere ant obstructing your death crawl? Well, listen to this. You'll reduce us to smithereens one by one, then go for the reactor, expecting your aeons of torment to finally crumble into peaceful darkness. Problem is, you're going to survive. Hear that? You're going to live through the meltdown. Unfortunately, the radiation will be branded so deeply into your bones that every second will be pure agony, a thousand times worse than the depression that made you seek this.” Revel monitored his own voice carefully. These words were not precognition, but bluff. He was gambling on the Immortal's own instincts for self-preservation. “There is a way, however, that I can he-- oh, no.”

At that moment, Gloria sailed in in all her unwanted glory. The string-pullers excited heartrate instantly plummeted to a cold crawl. How could he not have foreseen this!? Before Revel could shout at her to stop, screaming that she was ruining a negotiation that could save all of their miserable skins, she forcibly introduced the Immortal's eyes to her knifeblades. Growling in anger, Revel discharged his whips, which lashed against Gloria's back and clung around her shoulders. “Stupid bitch!” He bellowed, and gave an outraged yank on the cords more than powerful enough to abruptly reunite Gloria with the ground if she didn't cling on to the very man she'd shanked or find a way to cut the cords. “Now he will not listen to reason, even if your stabbies bounced off his eyeballs! He will kill us all!” Hoping that the Immortal took his action against Gloria as a sign that he, at least, was on his side, Revel shouted at the meta while he backed away. “There is still a way to end this peacefully, to gain the peace you long for!”

Protea - No Ordinary Interest Check - Help me!

Very nice, Lord Santa! Your spellcrafting was right on the money. If you feel like it, you can make modifications to his personality to make him something you'll enjoy more. For instance, in another RP I'm in, which partially inspired some of Protea's magic, I have a character with an unfortunate past and dark powers, but he hides his pain beneath constant cheeriness and laughter and focuses instead on doing what he enjoys.

Good stuff, reddy.

Protea - No Ordinary Interest Check - Help me!

Ok, thanks.

Another question, any good wars happened on Protea? Actually, what about the history of Protea?

@Lord Santa

Here's my stance on history: you can make some stuff up, and after you've done so I'll determine if any edits need to be made. A long-time-go war is the one mentioned in Mortalbean's character's bio, while more recent ones include the wars against the New Coven and the Sovereignty. Still-ongoing ones are those between the Hallowed Commonwealth and the Legion of Flies on Spinel, and between the Colonies of the Solstice and the wild on Tourmaline.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Sorry, I am on edge too, and most of that should not have been channeled into this. It's my job to include myself in the RP if I wanted to, it just worked out strangely.

@Tenoren

No problem! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but when you're ready, you're absolutely free to get going. Thank you for understanding!

Protea - No Ordinary Interest Check - Help me!

Lapizus Gegani

Name: Lapizus Gegani
Sex: Male
Age: 740
Race: Golem
Affinity: Terra

Personality: Lapizus possesses patience without bounds, no longer needing to worry about the fragility of flesh he takes his unending life slowly, walking and even talking just as carefully and deliberately as an artisan might ply his craft. Needless to say Lapizus is often polarizing to those he meets, although generally sociable he does far more listening than talking and is comfortable with long periods of silence. Those who wish to probe him about his intellectual pursuits will find themselves frustrated by his unwillingness to change his mind.

Fighting Style:Lapizus prefers to fight by using his magic to enhance the toughness his already formidable body and simply pummeling his opponent to death without regard for tactics or strategy. As a traveler Lapizus can simply fight until his opponents are exhausted, or no longer able to dodge his massive, slow moving blows.

Bio: In his first life Lapizus was a simple laborer. Even in life had he been asked under what flag he labored or for who he worked the answer would have come only after a long pause. Lapizus lived under a dynasty which is now long dead, absorbed by a kingdom which was in turn subsumed into the Arcadian Commune in a war centuries ago. Even by bearing the name "Gegani" Lapizus stands as a monument of living stone to an age nearly forgotten.

Lapizus's living life was fairly typical. He farmed his land as his father had before him, and as his father had done in turn. Lapizus got married and had a normal family with many children. Lapizus still remembers the day he died, surrounded by the warmth of the unyielding love of family. Little did he know it would be the last warmth he could ever feel.

Salvation gifted Lapizus with his unfeeling yet strong stone body. Even after his first life Lapizus was still fated to continue his labors. Along with his new hands Lapizus adopted a new craft. Before he had raised life from the earth and now he carved life from stone. Many of his old labors can still be found throughout Monolith, adorning the walls with their tales of lives lived long ago.

Upon transcendence Lapizus's first thoughts were of his children and his bloodline. Despite his search nothing ever came up and he resigned himself to wandering the world, for the first time in his existence he had the freedom to do as he pleased yet no one to share such freedom with. Eventually Lapizus found his new calling, to simply observe the world and find the beauty in it.

Appearance:
(without swords)

Lapizus was a large man and a similarly large traveler. His 8' tall broad body made of blue pearl granite is distinctly the body of a golem. Lacking curves and other life-like features none could fail to instantly define him as a true blue golem.

(I'll be editing the other character into this post, I'm tired right now and have generally had a shitty day so this will be all for now. Feel free to leave feedback about Lapizus thought, he doesn't add much to lore so if I change anything I'll probably add more world building stuff to him.)

@Mortalbean

Excellent! I have no critique to offer on this right now, though you might put a short description of the swords mentioned in his picture into his fighting style.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

That's a bit harsh.

After I was accepted, I was told to wait to intro my character until after 6th period which we would skip. I check every day for a few days of people finishing up 5th period, no problem.

We decide to not skip 6th, so I get to spend another several days reading an argument over a music class while waiting.

I tire of waiting to join a RP with such up-tight people with schedules and specific intro timings that characters must wait for. God forbid I stop checking OOC arguments daily to make sure I don't miss the moment I am asked to 'get ready'.

And "wonder why they're together" is a bit of a narcissistic quip, as you are the one who placed me.

I've had my intro post ready for weeks; I'm busy waiting on you to deem the moment appropriate.

Intro Post

Cerulean Sebastian | Arrival

Cerulean Sebastian
1st Period Combat
2nd Period Math
3rd Period History
Lunch / Study Hall
4th Period Armory
5th Period Survival
6th Period Music

Could be worse. Cerul's schedule at Vacuo had been similar, Math being the glaring exception. Vacuo and its harsh conditions had no love for maths. What was the point in equations if you could not find water in the desert? Cerul thanked the student worker, turned away from the Administration desk, and headed back outside. He looked around at the classrooms and buildings sprawled before him in all directions. Cerul rolled his eyes with a dismal smile. There was no desert here; perhaps he would need Math. There was even a fountain, blue and mysterious, full of water and deeper than any fountain had a right to be.

He took a deep breath. The air in Vale seemed all wrong. Thicker? Heavier? He had felt stifled ever since he had landed and stepped off the Lady Winsept. Winding his way from the port through the thin streets of Vale, Cerul felt the buildings might close in on him at any moment. He had only been gone a couple of days, yet already he would trade the entire commercial district of Vale for a few yards of sand and count himself the richer. "Then you're a fool," judged his city guide, when Cerul told him as much. Cerul scratched his ear--his Jaguar ear, golden and orange and peeking out through the layers of his smooth black hair--and rebutted, "A free fool." The gray streets felt strange beneath his feet. He and the guide did not trade many words, on his own part because the new city enraptured him. On the guide’s part, who could say? The guide showed him to Beacon and disappeared without a parting word before they reached the gates.

A free fool he had said. A free fool with a strict Beacon schedule, still staring into the mysterious fountain. Cerul glanced back down at the parchment and groaned.

Please pick up your uniform from the Armory before 1st period.

Beacon must be more intense than his old Huntsman Academy. He had seen their uniform before, which included a red tie and was the last thing Cerul wanted. He had sapphire studs in his ears, and small sapphire gems in his belt. They matched his trousers and his hoodies. Red just didn't fit them.

No. He'd get over it. He'd have to. Why was style so important anyway? Who was he trying to impress? Cerul reached up and touched his human ear, a reflex, but he allowed himself to feel the sapphire stud. He liked the gems. They gave him identity. If he had to trade his sleeveless jean jacket and hoodie for a uniform so be it. But he'd keep his gems even if they looked atrocious in red. His name was Cerulean, after all. Cerulean Sebastian.

A true Sebastian would swallow his pride and would love to wear the uniform, Cerul admonished himself. Assimilate. He'd make father and mother proud. They needed him, and they needed Beacon. And Beacon wants uniforms. Cerul's tail flicked back and forth in a slow motion as his thoughts sped by. He realized he didn't know where the Armory was. Perhaps the school kept it hidden to prevent intruders from discovering an alarming supply of weaponry. Or maybe there were only uniforms and no weapons at all.

A stream of students interrupted his thoughts. He smiled. Despite Vale’s apparent shortcomings, he felt adventurous and alive. “I’m Cerulean,” he spouted to a group of students passing by the fountain. He sounded too eager, what was he thinking talking to busy passers by? The group of them looked a bit bruised up and weary from the day. “Could you point me to the Armory? I would appreciate it much,” he finished.

But that matters little, as the OOC is full of GMs fighting and complaining about perfect post times, I've lost the desire to participate.

@Tenoren

Aw, I meant that quip as a joke, full aware of why you're there. I admit that I was an asshole, and not very funny, but there's no need to exaggerate. I feel bad for making you feel bad. I don't suppose that saying that I'm trying to prepare myself for five AP tests will show why I'm on edge? You just had the misfortune to join right when a bunch of people are bailing, which rocked the boat a bit. I thought I mentioned four days ago that you were clear to post, but it'd be just my luck if I forgot and stirred your anger further. If you're going to let this get you down, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'll wish you godspeed good sir.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Playing with Revel is fun because I can try to predict what the GM's purpose is in his actions before he reveals it.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

When the Immortal appeared only a few meters away, Revel could barely keep himself from jumping in surprise. “Good grief, I only saw a few seconds forward? How terrible!” Revel composed himself and leaped backwards, clearing the way for MicWiz to summon his tank. It was an impressive feat; no sense in risking himself on the front lines if someone else was intent on being the main event. Instinctively, the string-puller loosed the muscles that controlled his whips, preparing to fire them out. He had barely accomplished this, however, when a new report flashed in his mind. When he threw out his whips to wrap around the Immortal's body, they would restrain him for mere seconds before succumbing to his hyper strength and ripping apart like weeds in the hand of a grim gardener. Even electrifying them wouldn't buy enough time, and even if Revel decided to make the sacrifice anyway, relying upon his crack team of metas to take the initiative, he'd be disarmed. This perilous situation courted death in a multitude of ways, but Revel knew better than to let the stress get to him. He lived for these rushes. There was nothing so satisfying than defeating an ultra-powered meta with wits—brain over brawn of the highest calibre.

So thinking, Revel jumped back again, trusting MicWiz's barrage to keep the Immortal back. He sidled up to the wizard and warned, “After he bops our Chimera between the eyes he'll go for you to stop this magic at the source. I'm going to place a trap around you. When he swoops down to hit you, dive forward, not backward. I'll take care of it.” So saying, Revel loosened his whips and shot them upward toward the ceiling. After letting out some slack, he laid it around MicWiz's feet, and stepped away. It was not his intention to try and snare the Immortal; rather, he would pull his electrified cables taught and let Revel hit them. Hard things could be broken with concussive force, but soft things like cords had to cut or pulled apart by tension. Revel predicted that if the Immortal punched his stretched whips, he'd get a numbing shock, but the cables would be unharmed. An invincible being's nerves couldn't be destroyed, but with the right impulse, they could be jolted into acting randomly. Plus, if the Immortal saw the trap and went to disable it, he'd leave himself wide open.

More information poured into Revel's head, but this cache held only one, dreadful secret. Beneath the cyan tint of his goggles, his eyes widened in alarm. “Looks like the Immortal doesn't want to be immortal any longer. He's going to try to blow up the reactor with himself inside, in hopes of ending his miserable existence.” This comment was made more to himself than anyone else, but anybody in his immediate vicinity would hear it, too.