Lugubrious

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

Ah, screw it. I'll post as both characters now.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Alright, it pains me to do this, but it must be done.
@Krayzikk
@Kaithas
@NarayanK
@Awesomoman64
@SirBeowulf
@Paigesweetheart
@Scarifar
@jangel13

I require each of your affirmation of continued presence. It is not enough to merely say you are still interested, or to excuse yourself with technical issues, however genuine the excuse is; if you wish to remain in this RP, you must both tell me so, and prepare to resume posting in my RP. If you do not answer this summons within five days (giving you until Wednesday the 27th) your character will be wiped from Heroes of Beacon for failing to follow my rules.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I'm glad to see more entries, come or incoming. There will be no further deadline extension, however.

Hm, certain people taking liberties with events in my mission. That sort of thing breeds consequences.

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

Nice. And now, just Brod, who I see is watching right now.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I hope that someone thought the mood whiplash in my last post was funny.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gren's arrival did not go over well. The instant his armored feet impacted the ground, all of the faunus in the room -with the exception of the swan waif- instinctively backed off. Even the bat, so committed to his deep violet stare, couldn't help but retreat in the face of something so much larger than he. In fact, the chameleon, the deer, the porcupine, and the bat were all well on their way to the other side of the hall before the latter worked up the nerve to turn around and face the two intruders. Shaking slightly, the bat crossed his arms in an endeavor to appear unimpressed, and as Gren spoke he kept his face even. “I...don't believe I'll tell you. We took the chance of letting her make that call, and I'm not gonna sell her out now.” He jumped as Shiro's scroll fractured into smithereens is his hand, and watched with no small amount of worry as a dramatic change took place in the snow tiger. Trying to ignore what looked like a nervous fit, he continued. “But I'll tell you this. It's not for the humans. It's for me. And you're wrong. You can completely escape your origins. What about sex changes? Nowadays it's improper to say that sex changes aren't a viable and acceptable option. Less dramatically, consider character development! Someone might be born with a streak of cowardice but grow to overcome it. Or the bravest man in the world,” the bat's voice quavered momentarily, “Might be broken inside by a single experience and turn into a shivering wreck. People can change completely. Fate isn't written in stone.”

Though his brain screamed for him to keep an eye on the biggest threat, the bat could not help but divert his eyes to Shiro, who had just recovered. He found the hunter's mention of 'relaying information' most alarming, and suddenly wished he thought to tell Babe to warn his father. Without further ado, however, the time for hindsight passed, and Shiro took center stage.

At the introductions, the bat gave a sarcastically polite bow and identified himself. “Mauve.” After that, he waited, with as resolute an expression as he could make, for Shiro to say his piece, only sighing in the middle of the story and giving a short, derisive laugh when the first 'decision' was presented. He watched with barely-contained fury as Shiro readied his axe and delivered his ultimatum, and glanced over his shoulder to see the despair etched in the faces of the faunus hiding against the far wall. Some looked to him for defense, but Mauve couldn't find one, either physical or ideological. Some of the points made by the hunter-in-training were valid, but Mauve couldn't accept the judgment of this stranger over the song of his own heart. So instead, knowing that he stood little-to-no chance against a furious axeling and a walking tank, he gave a wry laugh.

Then he said, “Some choice. Should I give up everything I ever wanted or be forced to give up everything I ever wanted? I don't even get the chance to defend my ideals, or bore you with my own sob story. Or any of our stories. Might makes right, after all; you've got the guns, and we don't. Here's an interesting bit though: Sienna? Her semblance is speed—crazy speed. She could get out of this place if she really wanted and run across water to the next kingdom over. Maybe it has something to do with her tattoo, I dunno. Anyway...” the Mauve shuffled his feet, and raised a hand to his forehead, “You've probably figured out I'm stalling, so I guess I'd better choose. Hmm...oh, what the hell, I choose fight. Take a good look first, though...” so saying, Mauve smacked himself on the forehead. A soft purple glare appeared around him, resonating smoothly as if it had always been there, before it flickered, and died. “Ah! I was worried that wouldn't work. I deactivated my aura. No semblance, no protection, nada. One swing of that axe and I'm another one of your 'mistakes'.” Smirking, Mauve twisted his head to shout over his shoulder. “Honey, run for it! Tell someone there's a guy in here with a chainsaw that shoots rockets!”

Against the back wall, Coral the deer took a final, fearful look at Mauve, before sprinting for a door partially hidden behind some of the bunched-up beside curtains. As she did so, the rail-thin swan boy pushed himself laboriously to his feet and tottered the hunters' way. Assuming a doubtful and unstable fighting stance, he mimicked Mauve, but was unsuccessful in deactivating his aura. His every aspect argued some form of insanity, but his words rang with surprisingly lucidity as he announced himself in third-person,”Deneb will fight for what Deneb thinks is right,” though it seemed a strong breeze could send him tumbling. Mauve merely sighed, but nevertheless felt gratitude that he wasn't alone in the end.

Abel Fulgurate – Battling a Giant Lizard

Abel swore profusely as an earthen spike erupted from the ground and nearly impaled him, impeded only by his protective aura. Not for the first time in five minutes, he questioned with pronounced cynicism and disbelief how exactly he'd ended up locked in some sort of animal exhibit fighting a horse-sized iguana for his life.

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Understandably oblivious to the presence of an intruder, the doctors continued in their last-minute preparations. Footsteps from behind announced the late arrival of a fourth doctor bustling along, giving Sapphire plenty of time to move out of the way. Pulling on his surgical mask, the new arrival rushed over to a pair of tanks attached to the wall beside the operating table and concerned himself with getting them working. Another doctor bid Sienna to lie down, which she did, and on came the overhead lights. Holding a breathing mask in his hand, the new arrival approached the coyote faunus and gently placed the mask over her face, allowing her to guide it to where it felt more comfortable, and over the course of three minutes or so the anesthesia was administered. Despite the apparently illegal nature of the upcoming treatment, it seemed nothing if not proper and methodical.

The red-haired doctor opened a small container of operating tools and placed them by the sleeping faunus's head for later use. From a nearby refrigerated cabinet another carefully removed a syringe full of a clear liquid, in which span a solution of dark red particles, with which he approached Sienna for injection.

Noises from outside the room announced the presence of another incoming individual. If Sapphire were to look, she would find a portly man in a deep blue security uniform only a few brisk seconds away from the staircase that led toward the upper observation galley. From his intensely worried expression it was obvious that something was sorely amiss.

Protea - The Ebon Flow

Indeed, that would seem to be the case.

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

Currently waiting for Brod and Hata before I post again, and as both characters.

Also, if the PMs have been sent, I have not received them.

Protea - The Ebon Flow

The sudden noise of the splash shattered the eerie silence that permeated the dank junction, and beneath the smooth, salty surface of the water the pale shape moved. For a few seconds, all that could be seen in Edwin's flare was the undulation of long, conical appendages, but soon after the creature made itself known. With a guttural gurgle the thing pulled itself out of the canal onto the very concrete walkway upon which Edwin stood, and revealed itself to be a corpse-white, mockingly squidlike mass covered in tentacles with no visible head. Propping itself up with some of its limbs, the wretched vermin reared back, revealed a long, grooved slit lined with teeth on its underside, a gruesome parody of some freakish starfish. Though the creature could be observed to be lethargic in motion, it needed no excess of speed to release a noxious, purplish cloud from that awful mouth to waft Edwin's way. For now, the creature ignored Mr. Ghurst, whether out of not being able to attack him or not being able to sense him.

Depth Plumbers HQ

As the warped wizard Mancer reluctantly probed a slimy jacket for any items perhaps of use, Dane Joshin advanced to the rear of the living quarters, unfazed by the albino muck he ground into the carpet beneath his boots. He approached a mass of the stuff clinging to the wall just above a chair, and as he closed the distance the warrior became increasingly aware of an odd fluctuation on the gray goo's surface. Fascinated, he stood still, watching the slime on the wall twist and shape itself into the vague outline of a dwarf. Not fully realizing what was happening, Dane suspected nothing as one of the dwarf's arms began to solidify. Finally becoming aware of the profundity of faint squelching noises, Mancer glanced the warrior's way and froze. “Uh, sir? I don't know if that's safe...!”

With a particularly thick springing noise, the slime dwarf lurched off of its chair. Dane's lips began to move, attempting to summon his Unyielding Aegis, but the amorphous being proved faster. It jammed its hand into the warrior's face, stretching the limb farther than a proper dwarf ever could, as befitted its unstable structure. Dane cried out as the fingers pierced his eyes and stumbled back, blind and bleeding. Mancer stood immobile still, full of terror, but the sight of the very floor starting to move galvanized him into action. From the slime covering the ground, all around the foyer and living quarters of the Depth Plumbers HQ, sprang a squad of gelatinous dwarfs with empty white eyes, crying out in a senseless, garbled tongue as they attacked anyone they could see.

Mancer leaped against the wall and yelped, “Cold Snap!” The slime dwarf assailing him suddenly halted, enveloped in a shell of obstructing ice. Mancer wasn't done, however, and the lack of humanity shared by these beings permitted him to be brutal. “Heartseekers!” A trio of ethereal, hot pink daggers materialized in the air, and zipped forward to embed themselves in the frozen creature's head. The iced slime shattered, scattering the pieces over the floor, but there were more where they came from. “Agh!”

Protea - The Ebon Flow

@Buddywazzizname

With Kadoodle separated from the group and looking for people, it might be a good idea to introduce Urien by finding and interacting with Kadoodle.