Lugubrious

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

So how is everyone?

@Oblivion666

Rather worried. I'm taking a big step in my life pretty soon and I can't help but be full of apprehension.

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

You must have missed my post addressing Enma, Hatake.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Plank and I's will probably be done tonight, tomorrow at the latest.

Actually, he and I had a question that arose during the fight. How would Aura defense work with something like an attempted bone break? Obviously defending against it, if that's how it worked, would eat up a substantial bit of Aura. But would it defend?

Specifically, one character is set up in such a way as to be able to, were this the real world, perform a neck snap. But this being sparring (and, you know, RWBY), obviously such an action wouldn't actually happen. The question we have is whether that would be something that would be grounds to offer a forfeit, and avoid chancing anything, or something that Aura would defend against and be expected to carry on with?

@Krayzikk

In this regard, the aura would reactively apply force in the opposite way as the attacker, preventing breaking of bones as long as aura is active. As long as the attack is ongoing, aura would be constantly drained, however. Based on Goodwitch's previous statements, a forfeit would be a bad option. She'd call the match as soon as aura was low enough, so the bone break would not occur. If Goodwitch was less adamant about students sticking it out, a student who didn't think they could escape the grapple before their aura expired might forfeit.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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No partner, so... :/

Not much is happening.

@SevenStormStyle

Crap! I must have missed you telling me earlier! Our two characters can duke it out, Abel and Sepia. What do you say to that?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

How is progress on the remaining collabs?

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

For a few seconds Clotho was quiet, but she made her mind up quickly.
“You're not so bad yourself. A being of your obvious power would be most interesting indeed to my Master. For now, we should work together to ensure the elimination of the dwarves.” Pieces of chitinous brown were starting to poke through her burgundy flesh. Already her armor was beginning to regrow. As the carapace regenerated, it gave the swarm queen a strange, half-complete look. ”After that, I'm sure that my Master would be most eager to speak to you.”

At that moment a Lambent appeared from the tunnel down which Clotho had previously come. It chittered a message into her ear before buzzing off. ”My partner has arrived with supplies. The dwarf exploration should be dealt with now. I enthralled two of them and sent them back to deliver false reports; our operation is secure for the time being. Follow me to the staging area.” Clotho took off, and hovered a way in front of Xahillion. Once the two had begun to move, Clotho started talking again. ”Tell me about yourself and why you're hear.”

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

Escre, the Great Spirit

”Wait for it...”

The Great Spirit hung in space. Not far away were fields of asteroids and barren planets, between which shined an ethereal blue sun. For some time now, though time meant little to it as a divine being, it had planned this for its entourage. It had traveled a long way with the three demigods of air, light, and death. As it turned out, the universe beyond Galbar had not been empty. It had been full of wonder. Working together with Escre or under its guidance, the three demigods had taken part in that wonder themselves. There had been great creation, the bestowing of life, air, and light on uncountable worlds. At first, Roxan had been recalcitrant, not sure of her role in all this. Escre had said to her before long: ”For mortals, death seems like the end. For those with knowledge of the bigger picture, however, death is a beginning. It is a part in a cycle. Just as you have the power to end, you also have the power to begin.”

The demigods hadn't been the only ones learning, however. In the course of the adventure thus far, Escre had made two Holy Sites: the Bastion called Winter Rose with the core and the Bastion called Green Conquest. In each of these installations had been sparked the singularities Whirling Exile and Awakening, respectively. It was in Green Conquest, however, that Escre had become knowledgeable in another subject, courtesy of its companions: accomplishment and celebration. Then and there, it had decided it would find a way to celebrate a crowning achievement of their in the future. Now was the time.

”Now.”

At Escre's bidding, the demigods opened their eyes. Before them in space floated a great fortress, one not inhabited by Escre's deathless guardians, but by creatures like humans with pointed ears and yellowish skin. Flying around this colossal port were ships, much like those one would expect to find back on Galbar, but with certain modifications. At their centers were Arcane Hubs, allowing them to fly through space as a mundane boat through water. As a side effect, they emitted trails of nebula gas that caught the azure sunlight and refracted it into fantastic colors. It was, Escre thought, an incredible sight. ”Compared to some of our combined works, I know it must not seem altogether impressive. It is proof, however, that not only have I assisted you on the path to godhood, but you have helped me as well. Thanks to you three, I believe I have developed a sense of 'creativity'. It was on this day, eighty years after our departure, a decade each for all the gods, even those asleep, that I wished to 'celebrate' with you. Let me share with you, if you would, the extent of this creativity!”

Recently, Escre had taken on a new form when it didn't wish to appear in its full form. In its book it sketched ideas and kept records, and from it papers flew to assemble its wings. Now, it flew a little closer to the fortress. ”These beings are the Voyagers. They are not purehearted, or evil, but a balance of both. When I made them, I kept from them definitive proof of the existence of gods. I want them to grow and develop and try to figure out the mysteries of lives for themselves. If I got involved, they'd focus too much on me and not on themselves. Instead, they travel the stars in an imitation of our own celestial journey, seeking out new and incredible things, for whatever reason matters to the individual. Within is a burning desire to explore and chart the unknown. Someday, they may even sail to Galbar.”

Escre flew back up to where the demigods waited. ”Until now I have been somewhat firm in guiding you. Now, however, for the second half of your journey to godhood, you will lead and I will follow. What is it you wish to do?'

Summary

-Escre and the demigods have been in space, traveling, observing, creating, destroying, understanding, and learning.
-Two new Holy Sites were created as part of Escre's plan, the Bastions called Winter Rose and Green Conquest. That, coupled with Forever Fall and the Astral Home, brings the total to four.
-To celebrate is attainment of creativity, Escre created the Voyagers, a race of space sailors

Might
10 might spent to level up
12 might spent to create the Bastion called Winter Rose, with the singularity Exile
12 might spent to create the Bastion called Green Conquest, with the singularity Awakening
2 might spent to increase the capabilities and understanding of Ull'yang, Eroneus, and Roxan
Inherent powers used a lot to create life, including the Voyagers
1 free point spent to define the Voyager society
0 might remain
1 free point remains

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Well, that took longer than expected, but BASTL is now back in the flow, and Lorena has been introduced. Plank and I will be getting our collab done shortly.

I'll be making sure @Kaithas, @NarayanK, and @Plank Sinatra all have the link to our pad so we can communicate and collaborate more effectively. Now that our last fixative measure's out of the way things should go much more smoothly.

Though, I did have one question @Lugubrious. Benjamin's weapons make it so he usually runs at a lower Aura level than everyone else, and when he activates them, he gets a boost in Aura. Usually used with his semblance, but it essentially all floods back into his Aura reserves. I assume this would be represented in the matches as starting out partway down on the Aura meter, and then swelling back up once it is released? Kind of like how Gratia's power was constantly draining Cian's Aura bar during their match?

@Krayzikk

That sounds like it'd work fine.

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

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Hey I know you've been copying you're first couple of posts from the old RP so I was wondering is all of that still accurate? In the old RP Zelda's brother was a half-sheikah bastard child of the queen and was taught by Impa in the Sheikah ways. Zelda's father was ill because Ganondorf had one of his minions poison the king. In this RP I don't think Zelda has a brother (unless anyone wants to take up that role) and Ganondorf hasn't arrived in Castle Town to put any sort of plan into actionn yet.

@Prince of Seraphs

Duly noted.

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

After a few moments, Midna held her hand up an a gesture for silence. Not a second passed before she began to speak, drowning out anyone still clapping or whistling. Her voice reverberated through the room, surprisingly practically everyone present with its strangeness; its tones were all across the board, a seemingly random assortment of octaves that barely outclassed gibberish. Despite this whimsical, lilting accent, however, her words rang loud and clear.

“First off,” she sang, “No, this is not a freak show. We have come to speak to you about politics. But of course, what is the difference?” While the majority of the people still looked confused, a general easing of tensions and a smattering of smiles proved that Midna's humor had broken the ice. “As sir Groose says, my name is Midna. Midna, you might ask? Midna who? Well, that is difficult to say. My father, King Mizorant, did not have a last name to pass down to me as is your custom, so I am sadly bereft.” At her mention of her lineage, a murmur set in across the hall. For a moment, Midna stood silently, her arms folded beneath her chest, surveying the crowd. Then the stream of language began again. “Aha! I hear the whispers. What is this strange name, I hear, and if he is a king, then surely...yes! I am a princess. Not your everyday blonde damsel, pretty in pink, no!” The low voices increased; surely this strange, alien woman was not referring to Princess Zelda?

“No,” Midna repeated, tossing her head disdainfully. A frown appeared on her lips, and suddenly her charm vanished, to be replaced by a condescending severity. “I am not like our princess. There are no legends that feature the name of Midna, but for this I am glad. I read the chronicles and hear the stories, and in every age I find the same sorry tale. A budding young princess is stolen from her throne by the malevolent Demon King, and she must rely on the green-clad Hero of Time to save her. People talk of Zelda's legacy with glowing words. They say she brings purity, peace and, prosperity to Hyrule. When I look at her legacy, I see no golden glory. I see...weakness.”

A few angry shouts assailed Midna from the sea of faces. She regarded them coolly, making eye contact with every one she could pinpoint. When the commoner's brown met her own ruby-red on yellow, they couldn't help but be silent before the regal stare. One man, however, proved braver than the rest. He stood on his stool, rising above the crowd, revealing the yellow coat of arms of the Hyrulean Forces on his breast. “Zelda has been good to us, her ancestors have been good to our own, and her heirs will be good to our children! We have had nothing but kindness from her, yet this woman -who hasn't even the common decency to properly clothe herself- tries to shame her with treason. I don't know why you all are listening to her lies!”

The roar of the crowd redoubled. More degradations flew Midna's way, even insults. The Twilight Princess didn't move a muscle. Finally, a voice, louder and deeper than the rest, surpassed the others. “Ungrateful!” bellowed the Goron, and the next instant a ripe tomato sailed toward Midna's face.

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Silence fell upon the crowd like a wet towel over a candle, extinguishing all its fire. The tomato hovered in empty space, turning in slow revolution, inches away from Midna's nose. She stared at it curiously, then plucked it from the air and took a bite. There was an uncanny eeriness to the way she ate. “Nothing but kindness?” She drawled after she had swallowed. “It may seem that way. But your golden girl is not as pure as you think. Barely more than a teenager, yet she's the one running everything? Her father no longer ruling, her mother nowhere to be found? It all falls so...happily into place. I know all of you look at my face and see a stranger, but if you look deeper you will find honesty, integrity, and a right to the throne more powerful than blood and entitlement. You will not find...weakness!”

Midna tossed the tomato into the air, and inclined her head at her companion. Zant raised a sleeve with incredible speed and released a ball of red-pink energy. Magic collided with vegetable in midair, and the latter exploded like a bursting Bombling. Shocked, the crowd turned back to look at Midna, whose arms were raised ceremoniously.

“It's about time for a new leader in Hyrule! One that will not hide behind stone walls, a trained army, and a facade of generosity! One that will not inevitability fall victim to the Demon King, and helplessly watch this fair world plunged into darkness! One who would never poison her father, exile her brother, or betray the light of the Goddesses! Princess Midna!” In the course of the Twili's closing speech, while some of the Magtail Fort's patrons had been fleeing outside into the rain, the Goron that had called Midna out had tucked himself into a ball and started to roll. Just as he was about to smash into Midna, however, her body melted into a cloud of black particles and vanished without a trace.

Just like that, it was over. Zant was nowhere to be found, and even Groose, who had been forgotten for the first time in his life due to the excitement, had disappeared. The remaining people talked in a tumult of excitement, all wondering if their neighbors had seen the same thing they had. The Goron, embarrassed by the failure of his attempt to protect the tavern-goers by subduing what he clearly saw as a threat, checked to make sure that he hadn't accidentally crushed the scroll in his backpack before jumping off the stage. The other Goron rushed to his side. “Gorko! What was that, brother? That wasn't like you at all!” Offhandedly dismissing his friend with a gesture, Gorko hurried outside. “Bad business, brother Golo! Bad business!” he called over his shoulder as he departed. He certainly seemed to be in a rush—moreso than anyone else.