Lugubrious

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

I am so bloody irritated that I need to chill out somehow. Grrrraaaa *rolls around*

@Silver Fox

Right? Sometimes you just need to

Soul Eater: Generation of Meisters- Time to get to work?

Jinx, Ginger said that the group convened outside the Death chamber, so starting a fight in the what amounts to the headmaster's office isn't a risk.

Soul Eater: Generation of Meisters- Time to get to work?

@Lugubrious Ack, my apologies! (I think you're talking about when I posted, but I'm not 100% sure...)

@l0ck0n

No worries, I made edits that worked it in.

Soul Eater: Generation of Meisters- Time to get to work?

Doggone it while I was writing about Virgil interacting with Corvus I got ninja'd. I suppose we can both do it, though, like how Soul and Black Star went at Kid together.

Soul Eater: Generation of Meisters- Time to get to work?

Even after being around her pretty much constantly for six months, Virgil could not fathom how his partner Dahlia managed to be a morning person. On any given day, he'd crawl out of bed, his hair and beard making him look like a bedraggled lion, and carry himself into the shower for fifteen minutes to wake up just as much to get clean. Meanwhile, from the next room, over, he'd hear the beep-ba-beep of Dahlia's alarm going off, and a few minutes later the redhead would pop out of her room already groomed, dressed, and ready to begin the day. It absolutely befuddled Virgil.

Now, an hour and a half later and leaning back in his chair, Virgil endeavored to seem professional and scholarly. One would not think, looking at his burly physique and rather disheveled appearance, that this man valued discipline and learning as much as he did. Nevertheless, it didn't always show, particularly on days when the coffee machine wouldn't respond. He cast a glance around the room, trying to find something to pique his interest and maybe get his heart moving. To his immediate right sat the kid with the rabbit, Ethan, whose choice of partner still amazed Virgil. Sitting in the row before him were Minami and Ryo, the Show-off and the Silent. Truth to be told, Virgil still didn't know what exactly to think of them. However effective their partnership and style, they never seemed to really connect. Still, Virgil liked them a lot more than Doofus and Goofus, more commonly known as Sulley and Corvus, the latter of which never failed to fill a room with his surliness and pride. Even now, as Virgil listened in, Corvus denigrated the education the students were receiving. Silently, he fumed. If you hate learning so much, why doesn't Death expel you already? Any common thug can fight in the streets; our purpose is much higher! But he said nothing. Even if the two young men hadn't had a few choice encounters, Virgil doubted that Corvus would listen.

Virgil's analysis of the class came to an abrupt halt with the arrival of Sid. He sat up, his book at the ready, but raised both eyebrows. A practical lesson? A wide, toothy grin spread over his features, and he shared it with Dahlia, whose thin smile held cautious optimism. The good news had yet to end, however. Dahlia and Virgil listened, almost unable to believe their ears, as they received the summons to the headmaster's office. Stifling a chuckle, Virgil stood up, and Dahlia shot eagerly upright. They walked at the head of the crowd of meisters and weapons, excited to see Death's office for what would actually be the first time.

He allowed his partner to take the lead as they sauntered down the guillotine hall, both so that she could do any talking and that he could admire the sights. Aside from the obvious guillotines, whose threatening razor edges thrilled him though he knew they would never fall, the various strange burial markers that dotted the landscape fascinated him. According to the tales told about Death, each one stood for a defeated Kishin. When the entire group finally stood before Death, both Virgil and Dahlia clasped their arms and kept still to absorb every detail. Though he restrained himself from showing it, Virgil grew more hyped by the second as the headmaster explained the nature of the Extra-Curricular Activity. At last, one of DWMA's oldest duos would have a chance to shine! When Death concluded, Virgil heard Dahlia assure him, “You can count on us, sir.”

A few moments later, the group was outside. During the course of Aria's sizing-up of the students, she couldn't fail to take note of Virgil and Dahlia. At the ages of nineteen and eighteen respectively, but displaying a mutual level of maturity pretty close to adult, these two formed the oldest overall meister and weapon pair. By now, they could very well also be known as the 'tryhard' pair, taking things seriously and competitively at all time, doing a variety of things to help themselves be the best, from extra sessions to private tutoring to being respectful to the teachers. Dahlia even wore armor, something that nobody else really did, and into combat Virgil always carried with him a weapon of his own. He passed this shotgun to Dahlia whenever he transformed, so that his partner wouldn't be armed with a shield alone. Even unarmed, Virgil was an imposing sight. Among this years students, he was one of the tallest and the brawniest.

At the moment though, Virgil was also the most annoyed. He cast a withering look at Doofus and Goofus before walking over. Ignoring Sulley, he let Minami say her piece before he crossed his arms and said to Corvus, “She's got a point. I figured by now you'd realize how much you need other people to do things more complicated than punching. You should be more respectful to your peers, Corv. People who don't work together get hurt in times like these.” He trusted Corvus to recall the time earlier in the semester he'd picked a fight with Virgil and by extension Dahlia, over an accidental collision in the hallway. To be fair, Corvus could boast a very good win ratio, but after all he'd lost three times—and the second time was to Virgil.

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

Though undoubtedly useful, bugs did have their faults. Clotho, as much as she liked her various minions, could not help bemoan their general degree of intelligence when she was forced to stop in the middle of a street and sort out a remarkably expansive bout of in-fighting among her troops. The Myrmidons, most obedient of the lot, generally disentangled themselves from the brawl when she hailed them, standing at rapt attention should whatever wounds they sustained allow it. Some of the bugs had, after all, lost limbs, antennae, eyes, and more to dwarven rifles, crossbows, firebombs, and sears. All the Lambent required to get the picture was a quick shove, but the Antlions, of course, proved the most obstinate. One, blind to reason and authority, even attempted to charger her down, forcing Clotho to duck out of the way, grab a mandible by the root, and rip it out with her bare but fury-empowered hands. Following that, the insects seemed more capable of listening to her.

After a few moments, the cause of the squabble became apparent. A rich dwarf, holed up in a safe place during the invasion, had attempted to make a run for it with his retinue a number of chests, only to be pursued, caught, and killed by a patrol. The contents of the chests, from the choicest of foods to the most resplendent of jewels, tickled the greed and gluttony of every insect who came near, enough so to turn them on one another. Even Clotho, upon curiously plucking a ruby from the stony ground, felt her heart throb in lust for the entrancing jewel. Reflexively, like vomiting ingested poison, the swarm queen flung the jewel away. ”Don't touch this, any of this. It's cursed for sure. Find something else to keep you busy.” A round of slaps to any hesitant bugs helped speed the entire group on their way, their instincts overshadowing any resentment.

Her attention flew to the enormous demon when it arrived. She watched it with a degree of hope despite how uncontrollable and evil it looked, and wondered if she was becoming jaded when it turned on her allies. Flexing her wings and finding them serviceable, though uncomfortably akin to being jabbed with a stuff thumb along the spine, she detached her rapier and took to the skies. Before her eyes the behemoth belched forth a pyroclastic flow of magma, raising the cavern's ambient temperature by a noteworthy margin and filling it with the echoes of his mighty voice. Knowing that her wings and carapace wouldn't tolerate direct heat for long, Clotho put some distance between herself and the oversized fiend, considering plans of attack. Contemplative, she observed both Torrens and Emily attack the demon with white fire, which Clotho imagined wouldn't do much. It seemed that this demon sported some kind of flesh, meaning that beneath its magical hide lay organs ripe for the penetrating. Though fortunate to Clotho, this meant a new problem: that of making an entrance. Her eyes alighted on D.Artagnan below, taking in his blood-splattered blade. Perhaps the two sword-users of the Horde could cooperate.

Clotho dove down to hover in front of the rabbit warrior. ”Greetings, furred warrior,” she intoned in her usual, oddly-pitched hum, fairly deadpan considering the circumstances. ”If we work together, we may be able to strike down this foe. I can keep you safe and on the move as you attack it, and when you tear its hide, I can get inside it and attack critical points. Would you agree to this?”

Soul Eater: Generation of Meisters- Time to get to work?

Meister

Name: Dahlia

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance

Dahlia is fair of complexion, with bright red hair swept over one shoulder and black eyes. Despite her age, she still has freckles. She wears a ruffled, dark-purple frock beneath brigandine armor. This armor is canvas packed tightly partially lined with oblong steel plates riveted to the fabric. Her body is lean, and her hands very rough.

Weapon Partner: Virgil

Personality: Dahlia is innately curious and hungry for knowledge. She is a perfectionist and a scholar through-and-through, dedicated to solving problems. While not particularly selfless, she has an acute sense of right and wrong and will be generally considerate to others, though her ire is easily earned by the foolish. She is very patient, except when it comes to finding out intriguing secrets, and can easily put up with most people. While neither aggressive nor fond of fighting, she gets quite a rush from it, which she finds somewhat disturbing. Her intelligence is of particular note, and given her position as a meister, she is not lacking in the leadership department, either. When not in a good mood, Dahlia can be snarky and unpleasant, but even in the direst of times she is dependable. A little-known fact is her infatuation with her partner.

History

Hailing from the Chrysocolla archipelago, Dahlia went through an unremarkable adolescence in the town Laudanum. While she found she had a keen interest in history, going so far as to read as much as she could about the various continents and races, Dahlia also developed a fascination with technology not commonly available in her country of origin. With each word she imbibed and picture she analyzed about the machines, automobiles, and other such innovations that could be found in the mainland in the east, she grew more enamored with progress, until she was so focused on the past and the future that the present couldn't sustain her curiosity and desire. Her parents, recognizing their daughter's need to leave the natural world behind, sought out the aid of Mrs. Zywie Cane, a botanist from the mainland temporarily living in the islands for her studies. The good-humored doctor soon became fast friends with Dahlia, and after Dahlia completed secondary school in Laudanum, she requested that Mrs. Cain allow her to travel with her as she moved to the mainland.

Not long thereafter, the journey began. Filled with excitement about visiting the wondrous world the she had touched upon in her history books, she left the islands of Chrysocolla with Mrs. Cane. Every new thing was an object of interest to her, and the more strange or complicated the sight, the more delighted she was. When she finally arrived in the seaboard city Jacaranda, which situated the university at which Mrs. Cane worked, she was exhausted but happy. Rooming with Mrs. Cane in an apartment near the college, she promptly enrolled using the funds her parents had saved up for her back on Chrysocolla. During this time she learned of DWMA for the first time, and resolved to apply.

She met Virgil on a rainy day, having both taken refuge from the storm inside an old building. For lack of anything better to do, the two settled to talking. Their personalities clashed almost immediately, but neither would admit defeat by resorting to rudeness, so their argument only grew more heated. Neither noticed the building growing darker and quieter. Out of nowhere, a malformed shape flew from the shadows to attack the two. Shocked, Dahlia suffered an egregious clawmark, but before the monster could kill her Virgil transformed into a tower shield to protect her. Working together, the two managed to beat down the creature, and at Dahlia’s beleaguered advice he consumed its soul. Later, while Dahlia got patched up at a hospital, she explained that she planned to attend DWMA as a Meister, and with sudden shyness asked that Virgil attend as a Weapon. Though it went against all his plans, Virgil decided to throw caution to the wind and oblige her. The two traveled to Death City shortly after.

Soul Resonance Technique: Rebuff Overdrive – when her soul resonates with Virgil’s, he is surrounded in a shining, tumultuous, gaseous coating. When attacks or projectiles come into contact with the Rebuff aura, they are deflected. The better the resonance, the faster the movement of the silver wind across the surface, and the faster and more powerful the reflected attacks are. While physical attacks simply bounce off, projectiles can be deflected in whichever direction the shield’s eye is facing. This even includes invisible and nonprojectile attacks like curses, jinxes, and hexes; they will be reflected onto the caster.

Soul Detection Skill Level: She’s actually pretty terrible at it.

Flaws: She’s a tryhard, a smart aleck, overly inquisitive, and has bad Soul Detection

Weapon

Name: Virgil Marowit

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance

His teak-brown hair is wild and untamable, and the rest of his body is very hairy besides. He has a large, thick nose, a big chin, and an eye with black sclera and magenta iris. His left eye is covered at all times by a patch with the likeness of a fearsome eye sewn onto it in gray thread. Taking it off, it is revealed that it is a lazy eye with bad vision. Virgil is a big man, with an admirable musculature mostly hidden under a little bit of fat, but his tendency to stoop makes him seem shorter than he really is. He wears a one-sleeved blue silk shirt with a burgundy sash on top, which itself has magenta tassels. In comparison, his black pants are decidedly simple, and his thick-heeled shoes oddly modern. A necklace made of wooden fangs and a big backpack complete the ensemble. When not in use, his shotgun resides stock-up inside the backpack.

Weapon Appearance: A contoured tower shield with a scaled, cobalt surface, and an eye like a larger version of Virgil’s own in its center. Aside from the eye, which Virgil can open and close as he wills, the only interesting part of the shield is the handle, which can be rotated. Upright, defense is better, but pivoted to follow along his meister’s arm, he makes a great bludgeon.

Meister Partner: Dahlia

Personality: Through gruff and by no means outgoing, Virgil is nevertheless an outstanding friend. He treasures close relationships and socializing with others, generally pursuing quality over quantity in terms of compatriots. He is tough and somewhat impulsive, and while of no more than average intelligence, he has a certain charm and common sense that make up for his lack of genius. He doesn't mince words and tends to speak exactly what is on his mind, and he can be scornful of those who lack integrity and basic fortitude. He has a strong honest streak, but has no real semblance of a hero. He sees Dahlia like a little sister, and is suitably protective of her, though he can also be bossy.

History

Born in the coastal city Jacaranda to as the second son of a security guard named Saver Marowit and the deli owner Heather Cane, Virgil's upbringing was rougher than most in the affluent port. His busy parents devoted all the time they could to him, but they could not always be with him or his brother, and in search of connection with others the two sought others. At the ages of five and seven respectively, Virgil and Yosef joined a couple of other boys at play. Every day after school, the children reconvened, and they formed a fast friendship that lasted until high school. There, troubled by the dichotomy of academia versus enjoyment, the group split in two. As hard as it was, Virgil and his pal Emmet tried to keep firmly on path of progress, while Yosef, Andrew, and Jabin pursued pleasure. The only place where the two factions would meet was in Jacaranda's resident gym, where they all put aside their differences to compete as wrestlers.

After graduating, the five were poised to disperse across Chalcedony. First, though, they decided that they would throw in one year of part-time work, traveling, and general perusing of the world before they settled down once more for college. After working out one day and on the way to his apartment, Virgil’s bike broke down, leaving him stuck in the city in pouring rain. He retreated into the nearest building he could find to wait out the storm, and there happened to meet Dahlia. For lack of anything better to do, the two settled to talking. Their personalities clashed almost immediately, but neither would admit defeat by resorting to rudeness, so their argument only grew more heated. Neither noticed the building growing darker and quieter. Out of nowhere, a malformed shape flew from the shadows to attack the two. Shocked, Dahlia suffered an egregious clawmark, but before the monster could kill her Virgil transformed into a tower shield to protect her. Working together, the two managed to beat down the creature, and at Dahlia’s beleaguered advice he consumed its soul. Later, while Dahlia got patched up at a hospital, she explained that she planned to attend DWMA as a Meister, and with sudden shyness asked that Virgil attend as a Weapon. Though it went against all his plans, Virgil decided to throw caution to the wind and oblige her. The two traveled to Death City shortly after.

Soul Resonance Technique: Rebuff Overdrive – when his soul resonates with Dahlia’s, he is surrounded in a shining, tumultuous, gaseous coating. When attacks or projectiles come into contact with the Rebuff aura, they are deflected. The better the resonance, the faster the movement of the silver wind across the surface, and the faster and more powerful the reflected attacks are. While physical attacks simply bounce off, projectiles can be deflected in whichever direction the shield’s eye is facing. This even includes invisible and nonprojectile attacks like curses, jinxes, and hexes; they will be reflected onto the caster.

Flaws: He can be blunt in dealing with others, brash in his approach to dangerous or complicated situations, and bossy when he thinks he knows better than others, particularly Dahlia, despite not being as smart as her.

Soul Eater: Generation of Meisters- Time to get to work?

Will post tomorrow morning. Lost progress and time to a computer fault. Don't get too far without me please!

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

Indigo Afina – Arena Entrance

@hatakekuro

The Phoenix Wing swordsman's advance met steely faces from the group of identical women guarding the Doma Flau's main gate. Though Nolan's voice held the force of all the anger he felt for himself and the people he feared, the cold fury of Indigo burned hotter. A grimace suited Nolan's visage perfectly, and his voice seldom lacked intensity. One could never say that the Ash God Slayer was “in a bad mood”, for the phrase encapsulated the overwhelming majority of Nolan's emotion. To the spectators of the Grand Magic Games at least, his actions made him seem every inch the remorseless warrior, his good side totally unseen. By now, everyone expected him to be cold and ruthless.

Indigo, meanwhile, was another story. Even if she'd earned a reputation as a crazy-powerful, no-nonsense fighter, she'd maintained so far in her interactions with the people the sort of warmth, friendliness, grace, and poise that characterized her daily life. To see her pretty features besmirched by restrained wrath, therefore, made the bigger impression, and mattered more than what constituted typical behavior for Nolan. Indigo's voice, when it came in reply, came like a razor sliding along tender flesh. ”I'm missing something. A part of me. Until I am compensated, I will not move.” The sorceress requipped Seven Days to Die in her own hands. Clones could utilize a single book with low A-class power each, but in the hands of the original, each book became a portal to vast powers. Indigo cracked open the tome, and instantly the temperature of the area shot up twenty degrees. The air around the women began to shimmer and distort, while overhead, the sun itself seemed to swell in Nolan's perspective. Thirst and overheating would begin immediately, except for the clones, whose bodies Indigo shielded from the oppressive heat. A voice came through the heatwaves: ”Which is indomitable, your pride or the sun? Surrender your yellow lacrima to pay for the one stolen from me, before you collapse.” The earth around Nolan began to shake, ripping in places to spill water whose instant evaporation worsened the mirage drastically.

Jane Putcher – Frenzy Camp

@Raijinslayer@oblivion666@Caits

Ike's sudden transformation and attack took everyone by surprise, but the veterans among the Frenzy Plant soldiers pushed through their shock to react. While Ange squealed and span around to let her back take the hit rather than her face, Joakim hopped backward and with a twirl of his staff summoned a Deep Freeze Fake where he stood a moment ago. As it turned out, neither defensive measure -regardless of potential effectiveness- was required, as Argus stepped in to challenge the wrath-drunk Ike with his own power. The soldiers recovered, maintained the perimeter, and stood with weapons ready.

A few blisteringly quick moments later, the exchange between Ike and Argus ceased, though Jane could not immediately ascertain the damage done. However, the demon ended up only a few feet in front of her. Jane told him, “Lessen ya want yer punishment doubled, stand down now! If Isla's curse turned Ike into a monster, we'll put 'im down ourselves.” She pulled the Privateer's reload lever, filling its chambers with scatter arrows. ”Fire at will!”

Immediately, Jane, Leixia, and Chester fired their weapons, sending scatter arrows, a normal arrow, and a shotgun slug at Ike all at once. The next moment, Joakim's call of ”Winter Warhead!” and Ange's call of ”Comet Shatter!” sent exploding blasts of ice and glass at the same target. The soldiers attacked with all their strength; to them, Ike appeared to be nothing less than a demon.

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

If I'm the villain for trying to point out a continuity error, explaining the nature of said error, then defending myself against insulting presumptions and cries of hypocrisy, then so be it. I don't need to cloak myself in pity or make myself seem cute to demonize anyone who disagrees with me. I'm not even going to hold this against any of you; I'll just take it as a lesson learned and move on. Do what seems best to you.