Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Is deadline still July 28th? For the contest that is.

@Sho Minazuki

July 18th.

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

Fleo Plector – Crocus

@Amaya Tamashii@Joshua Tamashii@CirusArvennicus

With so much excitement in the air and pumping through the thousands of veins, it was hard to keep one from running even if there was nowhere to run to. The feeling of the event, magnified after so many years deprived of it, was absolutely infectious. People could easily imagine, no matter which direction they went, that they were headed toward victory if their heart beat fast enough. For a group of wizards from Phoenix Wing, at least, they had a definite destination in mind.

Fleo, possessed of that enthusiastic spirit more so than many of her contemporaries, was one of the first to rush from the grand arena. Behind her followed a loose gathering of her guildmates, maybe not quite so seized by the energy of the moment, but ready to celebrate a challenge well done and toast the victories doubtless still to come. With the dusty woman's eager guidance, they found themselves headed to a decently-sized bowling alley enshrined as 'Drury Lanes'. It was a comfortable place, with bright red carpet, varnished wood furniture, and a soft yellow lighting even over the hyper-shiny lanes themselves. A bar was on hand to provide drinks, alcoholic or otherwise, to the place's patrons, and better-than-average fast food issued from the little kitchen whenever ordered. After slipping on the standard thick-soled bowling shoes over her own bandages feet, Fleo led the way to the first unoccupied lane and set up a game between her, the Ice Dragon Slayer, the Energy-make Minstrel, and the Swordsman.

While an automated telekinesis system set up the pins, Fleo stepped up to fill the silence. ”So! Pretty nice place, right? I was here once before, a bit ago actually, it was very different. Much nicer now than then! The carpet's new. Food's nothing too special, but filling and tasty. Burgers are kinda greasy. They've got a bunch of different beers, and a few stronger drinks, but nothing's as good as Twin Dragons if you ask me. Though honestly, hahah, it's probably psychological with me at this point! Hey Trin, go ahead and get what you like. I figure if there's a day I shouldn't be miserly, it's the night we earned our place in the Grand Magic Games!” She pulled a lime-green bowling ball from a nearby rack, tested its heft, and shook her head before putting it back.

Nero – Spectator Stands

@Invisible Man@Caits@liferusher

For a moment, Nero was torn. Stay at Eve's side as she went off with the Time Lord, or humor little Ayame by grabbing a bite to eat? Though a puzzling dilemma, it didn't take long for the genie to come up with a conclusion. ”After the games? Sure, sure. Perhaps we can get Eve to take a break from ol' Daragon Fangu and come with us. It'd only be fair: first I lead you around, and then she leads us, so why don't you take the wheel next? My only question...where 'wheel' it lead us? Heeheehee!” Never one to let a good pun expire without laughter, the dark mage gave a hearty chuckle before continuing. First he turned to Eve. ”I'll get back to you. In twenty or thirty minutes, have Grime Lord send up an icy flare or something, and I'll head back to enjoy the show. See ya!” With that out of the way, he turned to Ayame. ”Your turn to choose where we grab a bite to eat. What sounds good?”

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

Cool. Anyone else, from Phoenix Wing or otherwise, want to join us?

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

Alright, that's 2/4. It's fine if you don't want to join us, Jangel. It's taking a little while before we're moving ahead to the next day anyway, so I just thought I'd make something to fill the gap.

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

@Jangel13, @CirusArvennicus, @Amaya Tamashii, @Joshua Tamashii, do we want to make a few short posts about time spent in the evening? There could be a standard bar party, or perhaps a game of wizard bowling with alcohol and food on hand, or something else entirely. Might be a fun little thing to do before we fully buckle in for the Games.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Yeah, that was what I was thinking.

I never thought that Arkhant was a particularly interesting character. I was planning to have him basically quit the Reclaimers, citing wounds as the reason. While killing him was my first thought, I suspected it might make the very first mission against bandits seem like more of a challenge than it is.

@Cinderella Man @Experiment 249 what is your status? Now is a darned good time to end the dragonfight.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

She could potentially join the Reclaimers as an NPC like Ronin that can be controlled by anyone, but a single person would create her description.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

NPCs don't really count toward the limit. For instance, I already had Hugh and Sanguin before I made Ronin.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

@Burthstone I'll make it work.

@Lugubrious Is the dancer going to join our party or is she a neutral green character we never see again?

@Prince of Seraphs

Depends on whether someone might want to play her or not.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Hugh – Westroad Village

The leader of the Reclaimers was momentarily at an impasse. Personally, he'd never dealt with a hostage situation before, and had no idea what the best way to resolve it was. At the very least, he knew he wasn't laying down his weapons. He expected that other knights might decide to be the foolish heroes, and demand that the entire platoon disarm themselves, but Hugh felt differently. If Malboro had his way, he'd likely kill them all, and the lives of this army outweighed the lives of a single Dancer in his eyes, as much as it hurt to say it.

He hadn't long to think about the scenario, however, before his allies began to respond. Hugh watched in horrified fascination as Nickolas raised and then desecrated one of the carcasses the previous battle had lain on the ground. To be sure, Hugh had little sympathy for worthless hooligans who lived by stealing from and killing those only slightly better off than they, but to see such a ghastly ritual performed on anyone would have made the knight gag. He barely even noticed Gaius.

Plain to see, Malboro was repulsed as well, but he did not waver in his position. The taunts of the dark mage provoked from him a snarling response. “Don't think so, maniac. I'm a bad man, but at least I'm not crazy. That display of your reminds me of a Grimleal Cult I helped clean out back in the day, when I was still a hero. Are you a cannibal too, I wonder? Hardly the kind of warrior you'd expect to find in the noble Reclaimers.” He smirked before casting his eyes to Syrena, upon which any glee he might have hosted faded away. The little girl was wise beyond her years; Malboro had known from the beginning that if he used up his bargaining chip, he'd have nothing left to shield him from the wrath of the opposing forces. Quickly, he searched for a clever reply—perhaps a bluff of his own.

During that time, however, he had not been paying full attention to either Jeane or Habeen, acknowledging their chatter but expecting it to be nothing more than quibbling over the moral dilemma with which they were faced. The Mire sputtered against his leather armor, hissing and steaming, and a little splashed on the dancer as well. Dark magic, it seemed, especially given its users' typical luck, wasn't so easily controlled. Regardless, Malboro cursed, flinched, and lost his grip on not his sword, but the dancer. The woman, still red-eyed from the pain, pushed away from him but tripped, and the brigand leader thrust out a leg and kicked her toward the Reclaimers for a distraction of his own. Holding his injured hand, he ran backward toward the guard tower, yelling, “Charge!” His men, not at all confident of the situation, hesitated, neither charging nor retreating. Malboro raced up the ladder and out of sight.

Sanguin – Westroad Village

The next instant, Sanguin was after him, like a wolf gotten the trail of bloodied prey. Her impetuous advance brought her head-to-head with one of the spear-wielding soldiers that Malboro had left behind, and without hesitation she brought her scimitar around in an ebony arc, smashing past the soldier's weapon and jarring the hands with which she wielded it. A moment later, the blade cut a bloody ribbon across the bandit woman's ribcage, and the two were locked in close-quarters-combat.

The remaining five soldiers stepped back, not wanting to surround Sanguin despite the opportunity, lest they leave themselves open to a brutal demise at the hands of another Reclaimer. Hugh raised his lance and shouted, “After him! Someone check on the girl!” He hailed Dylan. “Hey! If we all go up the ladder, we're at his mercy at the top. Find somebody lightweight and fly up there, keep him occupied while another pair ascends! If he's got both an axe and a sword, he's at an advanced fighting level, so be careful!”