He's an antagonist from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. A really major douche, actually, but everything he does goes memetic. Here...
Lugubrious
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Bio
Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Most Recent Posts
OH NO IT'S DIO
I'm debating whether or not I should do a short, uninspired post as Nero.
Nah, I'll save it for the big time. Whoever feels like it may say that Nero, when asked for help, shrugged in their post.
Nah, I'll save it for the big time. Whoever feels like it may say that Nero, when asked for help, shrugged in their post.
Good God, what a horrible gif. I did not need to see a timelapse of a dead fox decomposing and being eaten by insects.
Shiro's reactions amused the faunus to no end. Aside from the drip of anxious perspiration and rather goofy expressions, Shiro's responses communicated themselves on another sensory level to his fellow faunus. The boy could smell his apprehension and wonder, and reveled in the attention gained by his friend and he. Chortling, he pushed himself to his feet. “Uh huh!” He pointed a pudgy finger at a screened glass door set in the Shelter's outer wall. Undoubtedly it had been the portal by which he and his reptilian companion had gained access to the outside, but its drab coloring rendered it very much like the wall to an unobservant eye. As the hunter-in-training continued to speak, the boy appraised him with a somber expression, patiently drinking in all that he had to say. Shiro's mention of being a former patient at the shelter earned him a bemused look, however, but the boy made no comment save for, “Uh, sure, I'll take you.” The mention of Porrige's brothers restored his eager-to-show-off mood. “Yeah they do! I haven't seen the oldest one in a while, but the middle one can grow stuff too! They're kinda pokey...”
Contemplating that statement, the boy made his way to the screen door and fumbled at the latch. In a few moments he had it open enough to push open the inner glass door as well. He held the spring-loaded screen door open long enough for Porridge to dart inside. Seemingly forgetting Shiro, the boy slipped in as well, letting the screen swing closed.
Inside was a small room with several cabinets and a small refrigerator, evidently where food for the non-animal denizens of the Shelter was stored. A flight of stairs led downward, which the kid and his iguana busied themselves with descending. They ignored a hard-to-notice security camera embedded in one of the room's upper vertices, the one closest to the outside door. Though unknown to any of the beings present, the security feed was not constantly monitored, rather collected and saved in a hard drive for later examination should an event occur. Another door led into the very room in which various scuffling noises masked the presence of Abel and Sapphire, though this too went unacknowledged by the bear faunus and his charge.
As he was wiping the remainder of dog saliva from his face, a noise from Abel's pocket announced that his scroll had received a message. A look at Sapphire confirmed that she'd received one too. The guardian perused Shiro's text, finding both validation and a threat of conspiracy. “Faunus,” he wondered aloud as he looked at the images. “Pets with semblances. Hmm.”
“Right...” Though Abel knew it was time to move on, he couldn't help but feel obligated to do something about these pets' condition. He cast an eye about the sad, uncharacteristically sleepy faces, and his frown deepened. A few moments later, he had arrived at the same conclusion that his comrade had: sedation. “Hold up.” After glancing around to confirm a lack of security cameras, Abel hefted the Ampere and swung it at the nearest cage. His forged blade sheared easily through the chicken-wire fences, but his self-control prevented any damage to the pens' occupants, effectively freeing the creatures from their confinement. Some of the animals jumped, some looked up, and some merely remained where they lay as their barriers were destroyed, one after another.
Abel suspected how foolish his action might have seemed to Sapphire, but just as she appeared to lack any impetus to explain the rationale behind her horrid behavior, Abel did not deem it necessary to tell her why he had forcibly opened the pens. Perhaps the girl was smart enough to figure it out for herself: team SASG was officially tasked with raiding the place, meaning that they were free to exercise their own judgment in approaching the situations they encountered. Aside from giving the pets some breathing room once their and relieving some stress on Abel's part, a little chaos helped ensure that anyone they encountered would be occupied by the animals running around as well.
His breathing unaltered by the momentary exercise, Abel barged through the doors and down the stairs. With no other readily usable downward route, trying to avoid security cameras served as a useless endeavor, so he opted instead to rush past them. While he didn't look back, he could hear soft footfalls in his wake, denouncing the presence of Sapphire following him closely. Abel couldn't decide if it was her intent or not to use his large frame as a human shield should they encounter opposition.
He reached the bottom of the staircase with no hindrance either seen nor heard, and found himself in a large, pristine hallway. Though the walls gleamed a creamy tan color, the white tile and brilliant lighting gave off every impression of a medical facility. The guardian had just finished a preliminary search of his surroundings, determining them to share the same odd emptiness present in the rest of the facility so far, when a commotion to the right caused him to shrink back in surprise. Not knowing if the room across from the stairs could be entered, he turned to retreat back up the staircase and avoid detection. As he maneuvered past Sapphire, he muttered, “People coming. Should go invisible and follow them.”
A few moments later a pair of women marched into view. One of them, heavy-set and with red hair tied in a bun, wore a long, pale green coat, and her companion, a tall, tawny-haired, black bear faunus, wore an expensive-looking purple suit jacket, dark pants, and carried a clipboard. From her stiff bearing and obvious confidence, it could be inferred that she held some sort of administrative position. They said nothing at first, just walking with purpose, but as they moved away from the staircase the coated lady murmured, just barely in earshot, “Today's the day we make history then, hey? I can hardly believe it. “
Contemplating that statement, the boy made his way to the screen door and fumbled at the latch. In a few moments he had it open enough to push open the inner glass door as well. He held the spring-loaded screen door open long enough for Porridge to dart inside. Seemingly forgetting Shiro, the boy slipped in as well, letting the screen swing closed.
Inside was a small room with several cabinets and a small refrigerator, evidently where food for the non-animal denizens of the Shelter was stored. A flight of stairs led downward, which the kid and his iguana busied themselves with descending. They ignored a hard-to-notice security camera embedded in one of the room's upper vertices, the one closest to the outside door. Though unknown to any of the beings present, the security feed was not constantly monitored, rather collected and saved in a hard drive for later examination should an event occur. Another door led into the very room in which various scuffling noises masked the presence of Abel and Sapphire, though this too went unacknowledged by the bear faunus and his charge.
Abel Fulgurate
As he was wiping the remainder of dog saliva from his face, a noise from Abel's pocket announced that his scroll had received a message. A look at Sapphire confirmed that she'd received one too. The guardian perused Shiro's text, finding both validation and a threat of conspiracy. “Faunus,” he wondered aloud as he looked at the images. “Pets with semblances. Hmm.”
“Right...” Though Abel knew it was time to move on, he couldn't help but feel obligated to do something about these pets' condition. He cast an eye about the sad, uncharacteristically sleepy faces, and his frown deepened. A few moments later, he had arrived at the same conclusion that his comrade had: sedation. “Hold up.” After glancing around to confirm a lack of security cameras, Abel hefted the Ampere and swung it at the nearest cage. His forged blade sheared easily through the chicken-wire fences, but his self-control prevented any damage to the pens' occupants, effectively freeing the creatures from their confinement. Some of the animals jumped, some looked up, and some merely remained where they lay as their barriers were destroyed, one after another.
Abel suspected how foolish his action might have seemed to Sapphire, but just as she appeared to lack any impetus to explain the rationale behind her horrid behavior, Abel did not deem it necessary to tell her why he had forcibly opened the pens. Perhaps the girl was smart enough to figure it out for herself: team SASG was officially tasked with raiding the place, meaning that they were free to exercise their own judgment in approaching the situations they encountered. Aside from giving the pets some breathing room once their and relieving some stress on Abel's part, a little chaos helped ensure that anyone they encountered would be occupied by the animals running around as well.
His breathing unaltered by the momentary exercise, Abel barged through the doors and down the stairs. With no other readily usable downward route, trying to avoid security cameras served as a useless endeavor, so he opted instead to rush past them. While he didn't look back, he could hear soft footfalls in his wake, denouncing the presence of Sapphire following him closely. Abel couldn't decide if it was her intent or not to use his large frame as a human shield should they encounter opposition.
He reached the bottom of the staircase with no hindrance either seen nor heard, and found himself in a large, pristine hallway. Though the walls gleamed a creamy tan color, the white tile and brilliant lighting gave off every impression of a medical facility. The guardian had just finished a preliminary search of his surroundings, determining them to share the same odd emptiness present in the rest of the facility so far, when a commotion to the right caused him to shrink back in surprise. Not knowing if the room across from the stairs could be entered, he turned to retreat back up the staircase and avoid detection. As he maneuvered past Sapphire, he muttered, “People coming. Should go invisible and follow them.”
A few moments later a pair of women marched into view. One of them, heavy-set and with red hair tied in a bun, wore a long, pale green coat, and her companion, a tall, tawny-haired, black bear faunus, wore an expensive-looking purple suit jacket, dark pants, and carried a clipboard. From her stiff bearing and obvious confidence, it could be inferred that she held some sort of administrative position. They said nothing at first, just walking with purpose, but as they moved away from the staircase the coated lady murmured, just barely in earshot, “Today's the day we make history then, hey? I can hardly believe it. “
Are you sure you want to give up soon? As a rule, to declare an RP dead, the GM's post is the last one, because it means that nobody wants to respond to it. If the GM's isn't the last post, and there are a couple of people who posted since the GM's, there's a chance that at least several people still want to stay, but don't have anything to write over. Sure, you might have had the misfortune to have recruited some lazy quitters, but I'd recommend posting to move ahead the team to a point where we have something definite to do. Then you'll be able to see if there's nobody left.
Oh, and prod people. If someone's joined your RP, they've made a contract with you of assurance of their presence. Make mentions, send PMs, whatever you need to remind people that they have an obligation.
Oh, and prod people. If someone's joined your RP, they've made a contract with you of assurance of their presence. Make mentions, send PMs, whatever you need to remind people that they have an obligation.
Somewhere in the Desert
Cheerily ignoring Nolan's killing glance, Fleo occupied herself with an examination of Amaya. While no longer leg-wobblingly nauseous, the girl remained decidedly ill at ease. Although, Fleo reasoned, if not for her unique condition she'd be severely uncomfortable as well. Her dusty limbs, while still receptive to the feeling of heat, couldn't sunburn, and a combination of headrag and cotton blouse adequately shielded the rest of her from the sun's scornful radiance. Long ago her burnt-orange jacket had been removed, wadded up into a ball, and placed in her horse's saddlebag along with her allotment of Nolan's supplies.
Despite her lack of reverence for the Ash God Slayer, Fleo heeded his advice, and remained behind with the others to watch the proceedings from a distance. Having had all day to acquaint herself with Lucas's presence, she no longer felt even mildly threatened by his presence. While his alarming actions early in the early morning has cast him as a villain, a closer inspection of his spirit hinted that he was merely flawed. It wasn't the first time, Fleo could sympathize, that inhospitable fate had cursed an otherwise good mage with dangerous powers beyond his control. As Nolan neared the sitting figure not too far away, she wondered if the sad situation of Bert Cunningham arose from misfortune, as the tales about him argued, or from darkness within his own heart.
While Bert looked up at the approaching figure mournfully, he did not otherwise acknowledge Nolan's presence. After the Phoenix Winger had said his piece, the rogue mage sighed momentously. “Conscience, not conscious. Funny, isn't it, how even in this eleventh hour I must still succumb to my quirk of correcting other people's speech. Well, it won't last much longer. I'll tell you everything I know, and then you can decide what to do with me. At this point, I kinda just want it to end, though. Throwing me in jail will only make it easier for the...the...thing. To get me.”
“We heard about this thing before we encountered it. If you know anything about Magnum Hound, you know we were up-and-coming. We were going to prove that we had the right stuff to help people. So we went after this thing. We tracked it to a flooded village, but when we got there, it looked empty.” Bert bowed his head slowly, an expression of deep sadness crossing his face. ”But it wasn't. We lost Ernie and Abby before we figured out that the thing was invisible. Once we surrounded it, we beat it easy. Way too easy. A week later a guy appeared at our guild. Master Grover let him in, but...before we knew what was happening, the thing exploded! It...disguised itself as human. With watery tentacles it speared a quarter of our members, including Master Grover! I was the guild's only S-class wizard, so I fought it, but...it beat me. After flinging me away it killed everyone else, destroyed the guild hall, and then drained all the water so only my sand was left! People thought I had done it...I wanted to clear my name, but the thing was coming after me! I ran and ran and ran, until I got here, where it had no water to control. Listen, I...!
Over the man's features had spread a look of infinite horror, and his gaze lay straight upon the sand where Nolan sat. Rather than its usual beige, the sand appeared to be a damp brown, and thicker, as if mixed with water...to him, at least. To both Nolan and the onlookers, the sand didn't seem very different at all. Bert's horrified eyes, dancing with a fragmented, chaotic light, bored into Nolan's own. ”Human disguise...you've...you've come. SAND REBELLION!”
The very earth leaped into action, swirling around both men before violently exploding and tumbling Nolan away. When it cleared, Bert was standing, his hat littered on the ground and his eyes wide with terrified anger. [B22222]”Alright! Come and get me! But I'm not selling my life easily! Sand Eulogy!” At the incantation, the desert began to shift. Millions of tiny particles formed into massive rectangular pillars that pushed up from the ground and then toppled, threatening all of team Powder Keg at once.
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Nero – Balsam Village
At Trinity's beckon, a grumbling Nero let alone the unhappy FOREVER receptionist and made his way outside. He looked from left to right, at all of the other mages, and then up at the untainted sky. “Don't know what all the fuss was about. You think someone's coming after us? He must be a better joker than I to expect that to turn out well. Heeheehee, yeah, let's get outta this village. Don't want any civvies around when the guild of property damage is around.” He scanned the exhaustion and frustration on team Frozen Heart's faces and an idea hit him. “Tehee, I don't suppose you want me to give either of you a power boost? My Law of Augmentation will temporarily increase your magical power. If there's some dude out here giving the mighty goons of Phoenix Wing some trouble, might be you need it.” Nero crossed his arms, smiling a disarming, toothless smile, and stepped up until he stood beside Trinity.
You moth*s! I deliberately delayed my posting of that story so i'd have easier chance and you just have to go and whine yourself another week =D I might have to put some more thought into it then >_>
You are totally able to edit or add on to your own entry within that extra time. Until the day of the deadline, anything posted on the thread is to me a place-saver.
Ugh it looks like all the rps I'm in except this one are dying. =~=
You should join one of my RPs. I'm not one to let works in which I lead fade from the pages of history in their prime. Would you know, I actually resided over an RP a little while back (Dungeon Keepers) that actually finished? It was awesome.
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