Lugubrious

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

I think Hael might have left us.

It's not just messing with corpses. It's taking the gift of life and twisting it. Breaking souls apart to give motion to bodies or stealing a person's soul to give to another. One assumes Escre would care for the things that happen in his domain.

@Frettzo

@Lugubrious It is really about souls. To animate a body, a soul must be used. A soul can be split apart into many pieces to animate even more bodies. Don't think Escre will be all that pleased about that bit.

@Kho

Previously, maybe. Escre never bothered with pride or with egotistical thoughts about the worth of life. Destroying souls is different from corrupting them, and since it doesn't involve the Astral Home, it matters less. If the total amount of souls ever runs dry, which I don't think this necromancy ever would do, new souls would come to be from the birth of new creatures, with fewer being recycled and made more valuable by multiple lifetimes.

Anyway, Escre is almost single-minded at this point on its goal. Anything that happens in the mean-time, short of messing with the Astral Home, amounts to nothing more than 'another thing I will fix once I am the only god'. This includes destruction of humans, necromancy, and even destruction of outsiders--after all, Escre can always make more, now that it understands the mold.

If you haven't noticed, Escre isn't your typical god, let alone life god.

Hey @Scarifar want to do a collab?

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

Messing with corpses is not going to provoke Escre's attention very much.

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

The next fight is riders blade and...I have no idea

@Caits

And Tough Love.

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

Great, a male Virgo. Speaking of Virgo, she's surprisingly attractive for a woman with pink hair.

@Zarkun

I challenge you to name a single female character under the age of 40 in Fairy Tail that is not attractive. Little kids and animals like Charle don't count.

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

@Lugubrious
Quick question for ya wont interfere with my posting. Who is Kumbha? XD

@Oblivion666

Kumbha Yatta, a B-class Frenzy Plant soldier. Gel Magic user, lover of competition, former mercenary, generally gung-ho guy in general.

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

Ill try to get a post up later Lugu, remind me if I forget.

@Oblivion666

You gots to post maaan


I like this song.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Ever sensitive to vibrations and noises, the swarm queen was well aware of the encroaching dwarves. They, however, did not know what hit them. Feeling a rather vicious mood today, Clotho sped toward the source of the noises, dragonfly wings aflutter and rapier bared. At her nigh-unmatchable speed, she was in the midst of the dwarves before most could even see her, let alone organize some endeavor at defense. Not sacrificing even a single kilogram meter per second of momentum, Clotho went into a corkscrew dive with her rapier in front, and dove not into but through the first dwarf, severing his spinal cord and bursting out the other side. Panicked yells and wild swings of weapons did not stop her onslaught. With expert precision, Clotho inserted her rapier's point into a vital organ before abruptly pulling it out again, removing the remains of that organ and anything in the immediate vicinity along with it, courtesy of the barbs.

However, two of the dwarves kept their heads, the squad leader and a stalwart veteran apparently, and for a moment Clotho found herself engaged in a two-versus-one duel. With her momentum now gone, she hovered in the air in front of the dwarves, testing out their reaction times with exploratory thrusts and quick, whipping slashes. They both displayed a remarkable aptitude for survival, and Clotho could not help but feel a small sort of respect toward these foes. Peeling off, she consciously allowed herself to access her adrenaline reservoir, and her image jittered before seemingly splitting apart, one of her heading left and the other right. It was a fifty-fifty guess to which side she would be attacking, and the dwarves each chose a different direction to cover, one with a broad axe and the other with a hammer and shield.

Then Clotho's images realigned, directly above both of the diminutive humanoids' heads. She lashed out in a dual kick, one to each hairy noggin, and one of them dropped to his knee, stunned. The other, hearing the murmur of her wings, had moved his head to dilute a powerful strike into a glancing blow, and he swung toward Clotho's foot with his axe. For once, the swarm queen didn't move quite fast enough, and a reddish pus thicker than blood welled from the wound. The next instant, however, she dived down and injected him with her stinger, bringing him under her influence just as she had with the previous survivor. Two told a more convincing tale than one, she thought, though she also hoped two would be enough; there was no more prototype toxin left.

After mercifully finishing the other dwarf with a thrust to the back of the neck, and disposing the body by dragging it into a nearby pit, she listened carefully against one of the walls. There was a certain tremor reaching her, impossible to tell of course if it was one of her own or the enemy, but either suited her fine. Clotho darted down the tunnel and toward the area where Xahillion lay in wait.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

@Prince of Seraphs @Cinderella Man @Multi_Media_Man @Xan the G @Burthstone report in.

Crimson, have you finished conceptualizing the dancer character yet?

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

@Lugubrious I actually can't tell if 'stacy' is supposed to be sitting next to Mark or Grant. Though, I have it pretty sure it's Mark.

I know who the girl was though, and I'm very glad you read my awful descriptions of my characters.

@Burthstone

Yeah it's Mark.

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

Kumbha Yatta – the Stands

@Oblivion666

”Hah hah! Now this is a match to see!” It had been an intriguing match from the very start. Having never heard of either Iron Enigma or Pirate Lord before now, Kumbha had been filled with expectation, practically demanding that the two live up to the image they'd created for themselves by getting into the games. Merlina and Jacob had not disappointed. Shapeshifting, being so far removed from any magic that he'd ever be able to try, and not within the realm of most Frenzy Plant soldiers for one reason or another, always piqued Kumbha's interest. When the excitable former mercenary saw the lunging snake morph into a swooping hawk, a seemingly inescapable maneuver foiled by his adversary, he nearly rose from his seat.

The fight went on, neither competitor relenting and both quick to show just how far they were willing to go. Though boisterous and loud, Kumbha had a keen eye for the art of combat, and could tell after just a few exchanges that neither was holding back. Even the announcers were having a tough time calling the match, which was a sentiment the Gel Magician temporarily shared. Finally, the duel came to a single point: a point-blank status match between fire and poison. Which affliction would burn strongest? Was one of them willing to burn themselves out reaching for victory? Kumbha's heart, and that of thousands of others, craned his neck to see.

Then, after a few more moments, the combat broke. Jacob took on the form of a bird, weaving around Merlina's avatar. A single strike for either meant defeat -a stray bolt hitting the sparrow, or the phoenix letting her guard down- but this evasive dance fascinated Kumbha less than previously. Noticing a fellow Frenzy Plant soldier intent on the fight, Kumbha shouted to Ike Riven over the general roar, “Heck of a match! Up til now, I thought Demetri's brimstone burned the hottest, and that Xyster lashed out the quickest, but these two might give each of our friends a run for their money! What do you think, rookie?” He used the nickname common to all new guild members in their first few months, more a term of companionship than derision.

Nero the Genie – The Stands

@Invisible Man

As Eve approached the infirmary, she caught sight of a familiar, raggedy purple cloak and combed-back mop of stark hair, their owner leaning on the railing near the stairs that led to the infirmary area. Evidently, he had been watching the matches from here. Once the necromancer made her way over, Nero noticed her presence almost immediately and treated her to a grand smile, as if he were on top of the world.

”Hi there, E! Enjoying the matches so far, I hope? I've been having a whale of a time! Magic is truly a wonderful thing, don't you think?” Of course, she probably didn't quite pinpoint his context. No matter. ”I am honored and truncated...wait, was that the right word? I dunno. Anyhoo, I'm super duper happy you sought me out. Either I've finally earned my first friend, or you want something from me. No matter which way, I'm a happy man. Or kid. Or genie. Whatever. What can I do for you? Something on your mind?” He still hadn't heard about her experience with the so-called Time Lord last night.

X

@Burthstone

While all eyes were on the spectacle currently taking place in the arena, a late arrival was making her way through the stands. So packed were they, and so universally despised was her enormous, view-blocking hat, that even when she found a seat she decided to relocate so as to not get in anyone's way. Ultimately, she found herself in a crowd that the general consensus deemed less than savory: Iron Enigma. The late arrival, intensely curious as to the nature of dark guilds, as this one was rumored to be, was not at all dissuaded by her new company. The tales one told about guilds such as these were wild. Were they really full of criminals? Of wackos, maniacs, weirdos, murderers, and the scum of the universe? Well, how then could they work together under a single banner for a common purpose? Stacy craved the knowledge.

She seated herself with her back to a wall, meaning that her head ornament wouldn't be ruining anyone's view of the match between Jacob and Merlina now underway. Next to Stacy was a being of indeterminate feature, though she guessed female judging by her proportions. Her shimmering, all-covering robe gleamed white as the sun, but even in the broad daylight her face was indecipherable beneath a face-obscuring shade that must, Stacy decided, be magical. Between this hooded girl and Stacy was a young man, slender and very tanned, and rather attractive in her opinion. Brushing a thick, bright-orange strand of hair out of the way of her glasses, she crossed her legs and said brightly, “Hope you don't mind me parking myself here!” even though she'd already seated herself. “Y'know, I must say, I'd heard such awful things about this guild, but here I am and you guys are just like everyone else! I bet you're all just misunderstood.”

As she was talking, she kept her eyes mostly forward. Rather than looking down at the wizards, however, she looked up. By squinting, she was able to make out two dark figures on the edge of the opposite colosseum roof. One stood tall and rigid, like a black pillar. The other sat with his legs over the lip, his arms back and supporting his head lazily. Well, that's not creepy at all, Stacy thought.