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

Xyster – Frenzy Plant Stands

[@All Competitors]

When confronted by Delsin, Xyster was surprised and delighted to find another person who spoke in the same manner as her friend and teammate Owen. She laughed, tossing her head up and down in her hand like a soccer ball. ”Haha, nope! Not even close! I'm a Dullahan. We're like ghouls, but waaaay rarer, and we for contracts with spirits of death to use Reaper magic! Hah hah...I have no soul. Is having a soul nice? Tell me!”

Any further conversation with the southerner was, however, abruptly interrupted by sudden, forced teleportation into the city. The unexpected shift caused Xyster to momentarily lose track of her head, and it bounced to the ground and started to roll. ”Ah, fu...uh, I mean, fiddlesticks.” She chased after it, ignoring everything else, including the beginning and subsequent mounting of sudden footfalls.

Her head came to a stop in a massive shadow. Laughing, the Dullahan scooped it up. ”You're not going anywhere else today, me. You're coming with me.” Without very much ceremony, or regard for anyone possibly watching her, she popped her head onto her neck-hole and gave her jaw a push. Her head began to spin, tightening as if screwed on by a drill, and after a moment she grabbed it to stop it moving. ”Ah, perfect. Since this is a maze and all, it's smart not to try and juggle my head all the time.” She smiled jaggedly upward at the gargantuan creature in whose shadow she obliviously stood. ”Don't you think?”

The next instant, she leaped backward to avoid the monster's crushing jaws. Seeing the nearly-fatal attack filled Xyster with enough vengeful rage to let her overlook its magnificence. On cue, the harvester appeared on her back, and she gave it a flourish, creating a black aura that emanated from her. Good. One hit of armor. Moving out of the way of the Majungasaurus's next brutal attack just in time, she considered her game plan. Abusing her powers' prerequisites seemed like a good idea. Overuse of her most powerful abilities would, certainly, cause long-term ramifications, but what the hell? The Grand Magic Games was probably the most significant event of Xyster's unnatural life; so what if trying hard knocked years off her life? If it put her down in the history books and made her friends proud, so be it.

She cackled and stood still as the monster lunged for her and successfully bit down on her with teeth like bananas and enough force to crumple a car. It raised its head into the air and shook it from side to side, attempting to dislodge whatever life remained in its prey before chowing down. Instead, it got from her a most disagreeable taste and texture -a lot more like a recently-rotted skeleton than a tasty slab of meat- and spat her out. Xyster's mangled body crumpled to the ground, limbs in horrifying positions and surrounded in her own fluids.

Her eyes, however, remained open, and she smiled as wide as ever. ”Ha ha!” She giggled into the ground, her voice somewhat muffled. ”Mmph mmm mph mmmpha!” Xyster's body suddenly melted away, layer by layer, and reappeared a few feet away, fully healed. Her eyes were toxic green. She span the harvester over her head, and recited, ”Walk through the valley of the shadow of death” before slamming the weapon into the ground. Instantly, hairline cracks spread from the point of impact and spread across several streets in the span of seconds. From within they glowed a deep turquoise blue, and a misty darkness spread from them to cover the streets in shadow.

In the sudden blanket of night, the Majungasaurus was confused. It couldn't see or smell much of anything, but it could hear. By sacrificing a fair bit of both power and vitality, Xyster had both given herself a great advantage and sabotaged the other competitors, and she was feeling exceptionally proud of herself. ”Time to go to work.”

Nero the Genie – Near Dragon Fang

What just happened? Was that magic? From Nero's point of view, everything had been one way one moment, and then another way the next moment. Either he'd spaced out on a mythical and most likely remarkable scale, or the Time Lord had done something to him. It didn't take a genius to suppose that the strange man had frozen him in time, either literally -in the same manner he'd frozen Ginger- or metaphorically, via actual Chronos Magic. Neither possibility inspired Nero with anything but a greater distaste for the man. And was that a self-cycling rose that Eve now held? Novelties like those didn't come from your everyday corner thrift store.

The realization was clear: the deplorable Time Lord had resorted to using magic to sabotage his opponent for Eve's attention. That at least sparked some happiness for the Genie: it meant he'd outclassed the Time Lord in more normal departments enough for the man to do something paramount to cheating. Well, if this guy wants to strike low blows with magic, I have him beat there. My sabotage is the best there is. I could snap a finger and leave this guy a hairy, loose-boweled seven-year-old made of cardboard. Hm...too easy. Might as well give the guy a chance. Nero smiled warmly to see that Eve had decided to accompany him for breakfast. If he could prove himself the better man by not resorting to magic, he would certainly attempt to do so. ”Stupendous!” he declared, reaching out a hand with which to lead Eve along. ”I know just the place! Well...don't get your hopes up too high, it's basically an omelet house I saw on the way here, but who can say no to eggs with onions and sausage and cheese in 'em? Not this guy! In fact, I'd say it sounds pretty...wait for it...egg-cellent! Nya ha ha!” Nero chuckled, and led the way. Man, was he excited that he was spending quality time with Eve! It was such a new sensation to see her actually able to take part in the happiness she strove to bring others. With a feeling like that, his ever-present grin had become a genuine one.

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

<Snipped quote by Burthstone>

Can be anything you want

@Caits

Oh....yes.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Someone mention Takarada?!

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

What should be done is I make a better plan for next time, incorporating advice and things learned from this failure. Thank you for trying, but I'm at a loss for how to adapt this. Better I get a new idea and start over.

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

Before I post again, I'd like Amaya Tamashii, Liferusher, or Invisible Man to respond.

What obstacles can we expect in this maze anyway?

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

I don't think Amaya is. Penny is with Damian though, I'm pretty sure.

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

Not exactly.

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

Duly noted.

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

As the day wore on, the golden-orange splendor of the breaking day's morning gave way to a brief but torrential downpour to Castle Town. The rain fell in buckets across the rooftops, slipping off them in rivulets and become streams in the maze of streets. Such an event, nevertheless, did not manage to dampen the eager mood of the citizens, all wide-eyed and earnest for the coming festival. For a certain, small group, however, an overcast day seemed to be an omen. Now was the time to put the next step of their plan into motion.

At the heart of Castle Town's trade district lay a tavern called the Magtail Fort. No ordinary sausage-and-beer inn, this structure was easily the largest building in the area, with two floors, no less than sixteen rooms, and a warm, social atmosphere that made it the premier lodging establishment this side of Hyrule Field. At the moment, its inner activity was at an almost fever pitch since so many had retreated indoors from the deluge outside. The place was a scene of bustling activity, Hylians and Ordonians and even a pair of Gorons, all laughing and eating and sharing the latest news. The quietest spot in the Magtail Fort, aside from the private rooms, was behind the curtain currently-empty stage. Even there, however, there was life.

Those three people behind the curtain were not partaking in the general joviality, though. Though they shared the same vision, they could not have been more different in appearance. One was a gorgeous, mature woman, whose milk-white skin was garbed in shadow. Her companion could have easily been mistaken for a statue; in his baggy, elaborate clothes, he seemed too ceremonious for so everyday a setting. Only his face, as pale as the female's, betrayed that he was alive. The last one, however, completely contrasted the robed man. From spiky, red pompadour to cream-white trousers, this burly fellow seemed impatient to begin. Finally, he could contain himself no longer. “Come on, already!”

He looked to the robed one for guidance, but it was the woman who answered him. “Fine. Go.”



With no further ado, the eager boy burst from the curtain, his footfalls causing the stage to resound noisily. A number of people looked his way, some with recognition, and as a grin appeared on his face, he started to speak. “Hey there, folks!' He shouted, spreading his arms wide. “My name is Groose! That's right...THE Groose! One and only ace pilot extraordinaire! Now, I don't know about you all, but it's not really flying weather. Seems to me like it's that time of the month again for Nayru, if you know what I mean!” A general laugh bubbled up from the people, but other than that there wasn't much noise. Groose smiled all the wider, reveling in their complete attention. “So instead this morning I have for you fine people a couple of special guests. You know I don't let amateurs take my spotlight, but these guys? Phew! Have they got it figured out! Let's give a Groose-tacular round of applause for...”

“Zant! Aaaaaand Midna!”

At that, the darkly-dressed pair walked on stage. The crowd gawked; never had they seen the like of them. Midna, in particular, turned a lot of heads. She laughed and rested a hand on her hip before waving, encouraging the applause to continue. On the other hand, Zant stood very still, barely looking from side to side.

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

This is, of course, just an opinion, but closing signups has never seemed like a prudent course of action to me.