Lugubrious

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It's pretty effective. 7/10

Guess I'm so concentrated on bowling I can't stop myself almost bowling into other people

"Likewise. A pleasant surprised to see a fellow huntress in the gardens. Would you like to have some breakfast?"

Yeah, that's totally not idle conversation, and teenagers never have trouble talking to those they find attractive, especially ones with self-esteem issues.

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

Team Frenzy Plant - Indigo, Zander, Hyun, Demetri, Xyster

No small amount of satisfaction had greeted the representatives of Frenzy Plant to find that they had been one of the first teams to ascend to the building's top. If any insipid onlookers nestled among the crowing audience had believed for an instant that the soldiers were all brawn and no brains, they would now find themselves laughably mistaken. After Xyster had finished her joyous shrieking, she stood beside her teammates and joined them in a proud, smiling silence that lasted until every other team had made the cut.

Though Indigo had kept a keen ear out, it had proved impossible to hear into the other towers. Of course, it mattered little. All she'd wanted to do was to potentially hear the riddles of other teams and see if she couldn't guess them before they could. Instead, she focused her powers of observation on the wizards of the opposing teams. Each new squad that made the cut would find itself under the dashing blonde's analyzing gaze, reading their appearances and behaviors like books to be memorized. In a contest of this importance, no soldier would waste any opportunity to gain an advantage, and despite her appearance Indigo was every inch a soldier.

A moment after, Sheldon abandoned the building by way of slide. Other wizards headed in its direction, like Lazarus, Sasha, and Shujin, and Xyster started toward them. ”Wait.” The group froze. Zander marched to the edge of the building and bade his allies join him. ”A slide is all well and good, but I think the soldiers of Frenzy Plant could stand to do something a little more...memorable. Don't you?” He drew his sword and held it skyward. ”Wailing Thrust!”

With a shrieking sound of warping metal, the blade began to grow. It extended upward until it was ten stories high, though its weight remained unchanged. Grinning, Zander maneuvered it downward and over the edge, jamming it in the ground far below. He leaped from the building onto his sword's hilt, and the blade began to shrink, elevating him right back down toward the bottom in a needlessly extravagant way.

The others were quick to pick up on his methodology. Immediately after the Ruby Knight began to descend, Xyster and Demitri dashed for the edge and leaped without forethought or ceremony. They plummeted to the ground, spread eagled, and at the last moment Demetri extended a burning fist into a ground pound. He hit the earth in a fiery explosion, and rose from the smoldering embers unharmed but for a few smudges of ash, and smiling wildly. His Dullahan friend landed nearby, her head beneath her feet. A few screams from the audience proved useless as her invulnerable head soaked the impact; her body hopped off of it, performed a bow, and then picked it back up.

Hyun went next, drawing both katanas and flourishing them skillfully. As she jumped, she pivoted, and embedded her blades in the wall of the building. Using them to slow her descent, she arrived at ground level in a shower of sparks, and with a cheer from onlookers.

A moment later, Indigo touched down as well. She had used Nosgoth to sprout a pair of batwings and flutter gracefully to earth. She banished the books, and the wings, and curtseyed to the crowd. ”Be sure to cheer for us tomorrow!” she called to them, and blew a kiss.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Holy hell...Gren and Abel. Get yo shit together

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

Hey, not everyone's a ladies' man like Oswald.

Also post on Reclaimers.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel Fulgurate

A slight constricting occurred around Abel's eyes and mouth. Sapphire had a date? Lucky He couldn't help but think about his own situation. Though neither shy nor obnoxious, and boasting a rather impressive physique, he'd never had a girlfriend. Sure, he'd asked a girl once or twice back at Pallisade, but he'd never been taken up. Worst of all, Abel had no clue what he could be doing better. And as if to emphasize his own shortcomings, here was Sapphire already with a date within a week. After a moment he brought himself to say, “Ah...okay. No problem.”

He glanced at Robert. During his approach, and despite the RPGD leader's current garb, he'd been planning on talking to him after sorting things out with Sapphire. Now, however, he definitively felt that he'd rather not stick around. “I'll head to the dorms then, text Gren, so on.” Turning to go, he paused after taking a step, realizing he was probably being discourteous. “Uh, good luck with your date,” he said, and strode off at a brisk pace.

On the way to the dorms, he tried to avoid stewing, but overlooking his own faults had never been one of Abel's strong suits. Still, it would not avail him to be all mopey around his friends, so he jammed his hands into the pockets of his delightful blue jacket and walked on, distracting himself by trying to imagine what Shiro and Gren were doing at that moment. Since the first day, whenever he thought of Gren cooking, it had always been grilling meat in Abel's mind. If that was the case, his destination was either the kitchens or the dorm rooms. If not, the gardens were next, and after being shown his teammate's work not long ago Abel had a good idea where they were. Since he was already on the way, he did not pull out his scroll.

Still, he managed to nearly run into someone as he rounded a corner in the dormitory area. At first he thought, given the individual's height, that he'd almost collided with a fellow dude, but a split-second later he was able to affirm beyond the shadow of a doubt that he'd practically smacked into a girl. Her hair and her outfit matched perfectly: yellow and gold, with a bright red scarf interrupting the mustard monotony. Though Abel felt rather dubious about an entire outfit the audacious color of the sun, he discreetly observed that this young lady had an impressive physique—not many girls this age had that sort of musculature, and very few actually wore armor. Still mulling over the subject of romance somewhere in his head, Abel's first thought went something along the lines of ohmyGodwe'resoulmates, followed up shortly by Dammit. I'm a moron. With that sorted out, all that was left was to apologize and continue on his not-so-merry way.

“Whoops, sorry,” he said to Krysanthe, “Guess I'm so concentrated on bowling I can't stop myself almost bowling into other people.” Desperate to not appear awkward in any way, he tried a smile and continued, “Er, I didn't hit you, did I?”

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

Caits, I think you knew someone was gonna ask...

'woos'?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

The time has come.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Summary

Escre, in its Nightwalker form, spent some extra time in its private Spirit World to purify the dead souls
The Great Spirit has gone

Escre – the Great Spirit

The gigantic orb of blood rippled, and deep within Escre walked. Since its return to the Astral Home following the great confrontation before Orabil, it had been engaged in preparations. Coming face to face with Vowzra, Undasis, Astarte, Sauranath, and Vestec had convinced it that a change of plans were in order. To that end, it had immersed itself in the visceral Astral Home, and with eyes unclouded by a universe that belonged to others. The Great Spirit had never thought of the quiet realm as its own personal dimension because it was home to so many. It was here that Escre, and every spirit of Galbar, found its rest while waiting to be reborn. The number of spirits was ever growing, and so was their home; like creative potential, and the void itself, it was infinite. Here, the spirits could remember every one of their past lives, as if they were dreams, whether good or bad. They could wander the ruins endlessly, losing themselves in an endless dream if they wished, or allow themselves to be plucked from it and repurposed into the world anew. To be sure, the Spirit Realm was no perfect paradise, but what awaited those spirits if they chose to be born into the world? They would awaken, remembering nothing and knowing nothing, and cast their lot across the gambling table the gods had called Galbar and see if their new life would bring memories of joy, hatred, accomplishment, pain, or anything in the end.

Escre's work in this Spirit Realm was a melancholy one. It walked among the spirits, in an ashen-faced form very much like a man but cloaked in a twisted mantle, drawn to those whose souls had been tarnished. If the Great Spirit happened upon a soul that had been corrupted, either literally by the malignant efforts of Vestec, or metaphorically by misfortune and agony enough to tear a soul to pieces, it would attempt to restore the soul to a more neutral state. If the blight went too deep, as some did, Escre had to devour it and erase it from existence. The act brought it no joy, for terrible was a fate that rent a soul so irreparably—Escre could imagine few things worse. The only way to ease such suffering was to end it. Today it had redoubled its efforts, doing its best to rectify the tainted souls lest they be reborn into a world as inherently evil, for new and magnificent things were soon to be afoot.

Today was the day it would leave.

Nightwalker Escre, fatigued but content in the way that workers are, sat down against a stone wall and breathed slowly. It smoothed out its mantle, and the toothed maws and glinting eyes vanished into a the silky fabric. Pulling its hat down over its face, the image of a tired wanderer going to sleep at last, Escre closed its eyes and woke up.

It exited the Astral Home's scarlet surface, causing a ripple over the great orb as it did so. Robed and armored once more in its standard form, Escre floated serenely over to where Invidia stood on a promontory reaching from the lip of the Planet Cord. When Escre alighted beside its Liaison, Invidia spared it only a momentary glance, for when looking into the Astral Home with its vigilant, crimson eye, it could just begin to see the rocky contours of the Spirit World, and feel the heat of its eternal sunset. ”Stay however long you wish,” Escre resonated. ”The world above is a harsh one, but as my Liaison, your soul can withstand all it can offer. I have ensured that your spirit will always be reborn as it is now, and that with every death its corruption will be cleansed. This is the last time that your body will be present here, but you may forever visit the Astral Home in your dreams, if you so choose.”

At that moment, Vestec's avatar appeared nearby. Both Escre and Invidia noticed it immediately, and the latter reached for his axe. The warden, however, reached out a calming claw. ”Do not attack...this is a mere semblance of the Execrable Chaos. It has little power, and is purposed to communicate. This close to the Astral Home, it is in my domain, and will not be able to corrupt you. Allow it to say its piece.”

Without so much as saying goodbye, Escre hovered off. It entered the Planet Cord, and around it ignited a wreath of white flame. It rocketed through the Cord, away from the Astral Home, past Galbar's surface, and into its atmosphere. There, it stopped, and deigned to turn around for a moment and observe the planet for whose livelihood it was responsible. A quiet, thoughtful moment passed as the pale eyes surveyed the lands, the waters, and the creatures that inhabited them. Orabil's light had been diminished, but the Empyrean Flow would help to illuminate the darkness should Vestec see fit to inflict it once more.

Until this day Escre's purpose, to bring life to the void and create a self-sustaining balance that would allow life to grow and develop on its own, had been only half-complete. It was time to devote its attentions to the removal of an obstacle that prevented its purpose's completion.

Escre's halo solidified behind it from white light, was turned toward Galbar, and exuded a brilliant flare. Any living things on the planet who at that moment cast their eyes to the heavens would see a strange display—a white star, shooting across the sky, growing smaller and smaller until it faded into the distance—the departure of a god.

Might
19 MP remain
3 FP remain

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

Personally, even if taking it medically was an option, I'd seek alternatives. I despise the smell, and heartily dislike the idea of taking it recreationally. The only substances I need that mess with the chemicals in my brain to make me feel good are sugar and caffeine.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel Fulgurate

And without due provocation, the guardian appeared.

The general mood of the evening had evidently gotten to him, for despite his general inclination for social interaction, he was fixed upon finding his teammates and requesting their accompaniment to a bowling 'n burgers place in town, Drury Lanes. Unfortunately, after spending several hours in the armory bumbling through the fabrication of a dozen or so grenades that employed water dust to blanket an area in sogginess, to more or less the exasperation of the good Professor Chatsworth, he had been definitively unaware of his comrades' whereabouts.

Eventually, however, the theory that every man gets lucky sooner or later (in one way or another) had seemingly won out, for while making his way through this particular hallway he had happened to catch a glimpse of not only Sapphire, but also his buddy Robert. Breathing a sigh of relief, Abel made his way toward them, walking past and saying 'hey' to Oswald on the way, only to discover a certain paucity of clothing on Robert's part. ...Alright. After making a somewhat baffled face he tore his attention away and addressed Sapphire. “Er, hello. Glad I found you. Know where Shiro 'n Gren are? I was, ah, hoping we'd all be able to go bowling at Drury Lanes, have some burgers, relax before weekend's over. Y'know...as a team.” It didn't cross his mind that she might be wanting to spend time away from her team, particularly its resident hyperactive ferret-lover.

If Abel's manner at all indicated impatience, it lay in the fact that shortly before he'd also spotted several people headed in the direction of the airshop docks. While not overly concerned with the activities of the other students, he didn't want to get started much later than they, lest he and his team have less grand of a time.

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

You all have terrible reactions, what the hell?

Though, you probably shouldn't smoke it until you're 18 or some such. I don't know the medical behind it, where's Caits?

@CirusArvennicus

What were you expecting?



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