Lugubrious

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

Perhaps you might consider wrapping up the maze soon, @Caits?

Legend of Zelda: A New Story

Had the ordeal inside the Magtail Fort been forty minutes earlier, the ground would simply have been slippery, and Gorko's immense weight would have been a blessing as it helped him keep his footing. Now, though, the rain had been falling long and hard enough to turn the less developed pathways of Castle Town to muck. Into this, Gorko couldn't help but partially sink, miring his progress as he hurried through the downpour. It was one of those dirt paths he took, having gone straight into a nearby alleyway between the tavern and the adjacent Bomb Shoppe. Gorko trudged through the alley until he arrived at a little, hidden area.

Littered with crates, boxes, and bags, this secluded spot appeared to be a storage area for the Magtail Fort. A backdoor, little-used judging by its state, helped solidify this conclusion. Such a thing wasn't at all unusual for a grand establishment like the Fort. More unusual by far were the people that inhabited it.

The same trio that had appeared onstage now resided here. Midna, somewhat exhilarated and breathing rapidly, lay sprawled over a spare mattress protected from the air by a layer of canvas. Zant sat on the cobblestone nearby, daring to relax a little against a cask of liquor. The strange corners of his mouth made it impossible for any onlooker to see if he was pleased or upset. There was no question about Groose, however; the young man was laughing his head off. “Did you see their faces when you caught the tomato? Priceless! They're going to be talking about that for months!”

For the first time, the somber, robed Twili spoke. “That is the plan. We have planted rumors and made a big impression. Whether they believe her or not, these people are going to tell a dozen people each, and those dozen another twelve, and each time the story will grow wilder. If you are not a sensation within a day I will be most unhappy. Then we can begin to properly earn their trust. We must...”

The princess permitted herself a genuine smile. “Yes, yes,” she cut in, “I am glad everything went so well.” At the noise of heavy footfalls, she turned and became aware of Gorko. “And it would not have been possible without our dear comrade! I would never have imagined a Goron to be such an incredible actor, but you blasted my suspicions. The rolling attack was particularly convincing.”

Grinning broadly, Gorko rubbed the back of his head. “Well...I was actually trying to hit you, your Grace. Method acting and all that.”

Midna's eyes widened. “By Una! No wonder it was so believable.” She sat up, folding her cloak over herself like a blanket. “And you must really stop with the 'Grace' nonsense. If I am going to be a better ruler than Zelda, I must get to know my people. And you three are my first.”

Embarrassed once again, Gorko gave a thumbs-up and said nothing. Groose, however, jumped forward and grasped Midna by the hands, pulling her up onto her feet. Full of energy, he spun her around in a jubilant dance. Though surprised, Midna didn't seem at all opposed to a little fun. “Our Twilight Princess is heading to the top, yeah!” Groose hooted.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Time to pipe down and get to work, folks. Deadline approaches.

Seven, I'll take the no response as a no.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

This is why we can't have nice things.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by KabenSaal>


YOU'RE STILL HERE?

Love ya Kaben. And, ey, at least they're not those fucking lantern guys from Bloodborne.

@The Irish Tree

Boo.

@HereComesTheSnow be advised you didn't get to the appearance of your entry.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

So... I do not know the reference you are trying to make with the new contest...

@PyroDash888

That's fine. If you have any questions on the execution of particular entries itself, I'm glad to answer them.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

So, Abel is Enrico Pucci.

@Crimmy

Crap, I hadn't realized that Whitesnake had already been used.

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

#17 - This must be the work of an enemy Stand!

Judge: Lugubrious
Type: Crossover Combination
Deadline: Wednesday the 19th

They are semi-physical manifestations of your psychic power and aura, and because they appear next to you as guardians, they are called: Stands. Your task in to take your character, strip them of their aura and semblance, and combine both into a separate being that the character might summon to do battle. You may also develop the semblance to its fullest extent, since Stands are notoriously overpowered. Of course, all stands need their own unique appearance and name. Stand names are, as always, band names. Theme music, whether from that band or not, is also welcome. There are numerous other tidbits, such as stats. Stands most often appear as metallic humanoids, but can be creatures, vehicles, and even places. Use this example as a template:

Stand User: Abel Fulgurate
Stand Name: Quiet Riot
Stand Appearance: Humanoid from the waist up with a serpentine trunk. Its dark blue metal body is angular and sharp-edged in man places, with gleaming white stripes and highlights, and three light blue eyes positioned in a line. Its mouth is affixed in a permanent snarling grimace with fangs. On its neck and back are a mane of lightning-bolt shaped metal prongs, which constantly dance with electricity.
Stand Power: Surge - Quiet Riot can charge objects with electricity via touch. Once they are charged, Quiet Riot has telekinetic control over them. He can create static charges powerful enough to stick nearly any objects together, cancel out their gravity, or simply throw them around or electrocute them. Quiet Riot can also convert itself into electricity to attack or hide in electronics.
Destructive Power: C
Speed: B
Range: C
Durability: A
Precision: B
Development Potential: D

Info about stats

A Stand's abilities are categorized by 6 statistics: Destructive power, speed, range, durability/staying, precision, and developmental potential/learning.

Destructive Power (破壊力 Hakairyoku?):
Measures the Stand's strength and ability to cause destruction in a given period of time. Not only limited to brute force, but also to its abilities combined.

Speed (スピード Supīdo?):
Measures the Stand's agility and performance speed.

Range (射程距離 Shatei Kyori?):
Measures the Stand's range of manifestation, range of ability influence, and spatial mobility.

Durability/Staying (持続力 Jizoku-ryoku?):
Measures the Stand's endurance and level of susceptibility to damage and attacks. This category may also gauge the effectiveness of their power's ability of binding toward physical objects.

Precision (精密動作性 Seimitsu Dōsa-sei?):
Measures the Stand's accuracy and range of influence/effect of their abilities to specified targets.

Development Potential/Learning (成長性 Seichō-sei?):
Measures the Stand's possible functions and utilization of its abilities and powers.

Each statistic is ranked from A to E; though rankings of Infinite and None are also possible. Rankings are defined as follows:
A: Excellent
B: Good
C: Average (the same level as a normal person)
D: Weak
E: Very Weak

For range, rankings are defined as follows:
A: 100 meters (little over 328 feet)
B: 50 meters (little over 164 feet)
C: 20 meters (66 feet)
D: 10 meters (33 feet)
E: 2 meters (7 feet)

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

Yahoo, one-hundredth Phoenix Wing post.

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

Zander Louvier – Frenzy Plant Camp

On a day that most of the guildmembers had journeyed to the colosseum called Doma Flau to watch the day's events unfold, several members had stayed behind for practice. Though all of Frenzy Plant's soldiers used magic, this session involved purely the art of martial melee combat. In attendance were Zander, the instructor, Hyun, Cecilia, Heisty Beardo, and Mercury. Zander, as usual, wore his armor, and he'd instructed the rest to do the same. The day was beginning to warm, and already everyone here was beginning to perspire. According to talk relayed to them, the streets of Crocus had been converted into a maze for the competitors to face, but such proceedings would not interrupt here unless the warrior guild suffered a profoundly unlucky stroke.

Zander drew his gleaming ruby sword, looked at it for a moment, and lay it on the ground. ”Though I have magic, I have always been more interested in pure weaponplay itself. It is what all magical weaponship is built upon, and it is what the world will return to if ever magic leaves us, as it threatened to do in the Tartarus incident a hundred or so years ago. Nowadays, most magical warriors use power over skill, making everything flashy and impressive rather than effective. We cannot be those people. We never know when magic will fail us, and so we must train ourselves for every detail and perfect our technique rather than rely on magic. Take my trademark ruby blade for instance. It is a two-handed longsword. I wield it in one hand sometimes, but that is wrong of me. Longswords, with hilts of this length, are meant to be two-handed. It is also too heavy, poorly balanced, and too thick. Size doesn't make a weapon strong. Furthermore, since this crystal is inflexible, it will break under pressure instead of flexing. I only use it when I'm not serious.”

The knight spent a moment scrutinizing the weapons rack before selecting a thin, tempered steel sword with a slightly rounded tip and a wide crossguard that branched off to the center on one side. Brandishing it, he showed the others. ”This is called a messer. It is technically not a sword, but a long knife. This metal outcropping, here, is called a nagel, which means nail. It allows for a versatile fighting style. Mercury, you're roughly on the same page as Cecilia given you usually fight with kamas, so take a blade alongside her and strike at my armor.”

Predictably, the soldiers were a little hesitant to just hit him. Zander, however, was insistent. ”Just do it.” At his bidding, the pair swung their swords at him, and were surprised to see their weapons bounce right off. ”See? That is armor's purpose. Properly made armor cannot be cut. Try this instead.” The knight maneuvered the sword in his hands with deft quickness until he was holding the blade itself with both hands and the hilt was extended. He moved forward and swung, a controlled strike, that brought the handle into Cecilia's helemt. The young woman staggered backward, her head ringing and her helmet dented. ”The way to deal with armor is with blunt force—to crush it. Hammers, with or without spikes, maces, and this technique, the Murder Guard, are effective against armor. With blades, the only way is to thrust between the gaps. Hyun, put aside one of your blades for now. Your dual ronin style has peaked. Two blades is not necessarily better than one.”

”You sure?” the swordswoman wasn't convinced. ”I beat you with two this morning.”

Zander performed a double practice swing with his weapon. It moved fluidly, able to change direction without expending time or effort. He did not smile. ”That you did. Now, however, I have a real weapon, and we're not using magic. Test yourself once more.” The other soldiers stepped back to watch the clash. It was brief; Zander found blended patience, finesse, and strength, while Hyun favored a stylistic offense. Each time she attempted to spin to bring both swords into play, Zander was there to punish her. It took a surprisingly small amount of extra attention to deal with two blades rather than one. They simply got in each other's way. When the duel was over, Hyun was shocked to see that the man she'd beaten had turned the tables. ”Now, we do it my way. “

Xyster- Crocus Streets

@soren

For the fifth time, Xyster darted in, sliced at the creature's ankles, and backpedaled. In a one-on-one battle royal with one of the largest carnivores to ever live, every move was dangerous. Despite being born for the weapon, Xyster could not be as effective as other melee weapon users due to the sheer nature of a scythe. It was unwieldy, plain and simple, even in the bony hands of one exceptionally talented in its use. The muscle and bone of the Majungasaurus did not sever easily, and the monstrous dinosaur's brain was hardwired for carnage. It was fast enough to pluck her out of the air and bite down if she attempted to flip, as new wounds in her side could attest. Her darkness was not proving as much of a help as Xyster had previously thought.

Narrowly avoiding a snap of the atrocious jaws that would have crushed a human head like a fruit, Xyster saw an opportunity. She quickly raised her scythe upward, balancing it carefully, and dug it into the dinosaur's flank. With one tug she hoisted herself up onto the thing's back, and quickly got down to business before the beast could locate her and shake her off. Putting her muscles on overdrive, Xyster grabbed her scythe near the head, making it into more of an axe than a polearm, and cut back and forth like a swinging guillotine, slicing into scaly flesh and piercing the spaces between vertebrae. The Majungasaurus roared in pain and began to collapse as its vertebra was severed. With the danger severely reduced, Xyster leaped into the air, muttering ”Floating Death oughta get me a lot.”. As a black aura emanated from her body, she hovered in midjump, suspended as if by puppeteer strings. Crying, ”Yagh!” she swept her scythe in a powerful horizontal cut that let off a whoosh as it bit into nothing.

A moment later, the dinosaur's midsection blew apart. The two halves of the dinosaur lost their texture, turning gray, and burst into clouds of dust. Xyster landed on the ground, smiling grimly while the dust settled on her and the cracked cobblestones surrounding, and the Harvester slipped from her fingers to rust rapidly and age away into nothing. With nothing further to do, the Dullahan continued on her way.

By happenstance, in the next two minutes of wandering she happened to pass directly in front of where Merlina currently hid, unmoving in a fetal position.