Lugubrious

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

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I like it! And I do know a few faces. Lucina, Dedede, War, Midna, Waluigi, Natsu (duh), Maka, Filla.... and thats it.

@Lmpkio

Anime and Nintendo are your forte, eh? Good work! Though that's Death, and not War. Do you think you might want a similar signature with your own favorite characters in?

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

Anyone have any comments about my signature? I made it myself, and I'm thinking of taking requests to make similar character collages for other people if they like it.

It would also be mildly amusing to see how many of the characters in my signature other people recognize.

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

X – Wheel of Fortune

@Burthstone

An indifferent shrug greeted Grant's details. “Keep her around? Fine. Easy, even.” Lockheart removed her glasses, and used the end of her shirt of polish the lenses. Grant's analogy -that of business- would have seemed very appropriate to any onlooker watching the scene, given the utterly casual demeanor of both parties. “A few days is fine. Any time off I have from capturing this sister of yours can be put to use in other endeavors. I'm a busy miss, after all.” The glasses returned to her face, and she blinked several times to make sure that no impurities remained. “I assume you'll let us out? Now that we're working together, there's no need for basements and bindings.” The pebble Lakota held skittered away across the floor, having slipped her talons. Even in the darkness, with no action to be had, the Sun looked nearly fit to burst into flames, like a wolverine with a chip on its shoulder.

Indigo Afina – Arena

@liferusher

Still a little lightheaded from the massive explosion, Indigo soared over Crocus at a leisurely pace. Though her memory of the camp's location might not have availed her under normal conditions, a birds-eye view of the city streets meant that an island of verdant green grass and trees amidst the sea of brick and concrete was easy to spot. Indigo touched down just outside her own tent, a few wisps of the Yawg's atmospheric power allowing her a comfortable landing, and she went inside. After putting the book with the rest in her footlocker, she zipped closed the tent door and changed out of her damaged attire into one of her favorite workplace dresses.

Upon exiting, she found herself accosted by Jane Putcher, who had been wondering what in the world Ike meant when she happened to spot Indigo flying in. ”Ahoy!” she waved. "You be not goin' t' believe everythin' that has happened. Ike's curse ended, and he crawled out into t' sun t' find none other than Argus and, o' all people, Isla, standin' in fore o' him. "Next thin' you know, Ike tries t' kill Isla, and t' rest o' us come runnin'. Ike's sick with anger, and Argus starts fightin' him. When we try t' stop, he attacked us too! But Owen jumped in and snapped him out o' it. T' situation calms down and we go t' try and talk about everythin'. Turns out, time went smartly in t' paintin'. Ike spent a whole month in thar. Really changed him. And Gabriel, he...uh, he was here too. We did nab Isla. She be awake any minute now. Bet she'll be happy t' see you again, eh?" Jane indicated the detention tent for Indigo, who thanked her and began toward it, her face a mask of tranquility.

A few moments later, the light streaming through the doorway to the detention tent was blocked by a figure that Isla would no doubt find familiar. ”Why, I'm so glad we could meet again,” Indigo beamed, though her eyes contained no humor.

Chester Graham – Frenzy Camp

@Oblivion666

Despite the intensity which Ike seemed to harbor, particularly in his loaded question, Chester did not appear to be disturbed. He walked in silence for a few moments, formulating a response, before saying, ”Do you think you're the first soldier to pick a fight with his comrades? We live a stressful life sometimes. The resentment you've earned from Leixia and Joakim will be punishment enough. Did you know that Demetri once went ham on General Sanders himself for remarking that cooking wasn't manly? Given what you went through, I don't think Sanders will be too hard on you.”

The two passed between a couple of tents, stepping carefully over the support ropes. Once they stood clear of the flapping green cloth, the food wagon could be clearly seen only a few meters ahead. Its bags, barrels, and other containers sported a coating of frost that glittered prettily in the sunlight, as if the magical ice knew that the sun held no power to banish it and so twinkled in joy. Chester stood to the side to let Ike have first pick, his arms still crossed. ”Don't wallow in nonsense, Ike. You're not a monster, and we're not gonna lock you up. We have a naga, a dullahan, an owlman, and a war sphinx in this guild, but they're not monsters, are they? Sure, you've changed. Inside and outside, I expect. But we're not gonna throw you aside, so don't you do it to yourself.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Er, Sho?

and barely-visible red eyes that produced no glow of their own

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Everyone's at a disadvantage right now; the only light available is from the room at the end of a nearby hallway. Anyone intent on fighting will have to do so by sound and touch.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

*resumes thumb twiddling training regime*

@chukklehed

Sorry man. Finals week.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Is there some sort of super secret HOB skype group? Because I've never been invited.

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

X – Wheel of Fortune

@Burthstone

It did not take a genius to figure out that Grant's proposal wasn't a friendly suggestion. Lockheart rolled her eyes -a rather human gesture which looked rather strange on her now that she'd revealed the depth of her inhumanity- and irately replied, “Whatever. We're not the best Beasts for the job, but we can do it. Lakota's a bit of a meathead, so I'll take care of it.” At this, her companion looked up from a pebble she was playing with and performed a very rude gesture with her talons, seething quietly. Ignoring this, Lockheart continued. “I'm not the stabby-stabby type, though. My thing is...hmm. Well, I can give people diseases, or pains, or other conditions. All I need to do is be within your dear sister's hearing range, whether she's listening or not. Would that be sufficient to suit your twisted ends, brother of the year?” She snarked, but with an easy smile, seemingly aware of her hypocritical humor.

Indigo Afina – Arena

@Caits@hatakekuro

Unlike the majority of the stadium's female occupants, Indigo looked at Nolan only very briefly, and when she did, it was out of respect rather than any sort of lust. The boy clearly held a great power inside him, far more potent than her own at his age. Everything the sorceress heard indicated that any person with Slayer magic should be counted among the toughest of foes. If he were ten years older, Indigo mused, now surveying the crowd from a corner of the game-master's box, not wanting to call much attention to the fact that she, too, was less than fully clothed. Even the magic power of the Yawg, my strongest book, would be unable to touch him. Indeed, he is a ruthless jerk for trying to torture me, but I can forgive him. He's one of the few Phoenix Wing members with a brain in their skull, however cruel. Making up her mind, the blue-eyed soldier stepped up and held a hand out to shake. ”Your power is mighty. It reminds me of the legendary Shadow Dragon Slayer, Rogue. I imagine you will be just as famous one day. Next time, however, you need not try and attack my spirit. It's a low blow, unfitting for anyone who styles himself a 'good guy.'” If he accepted her handshake, he'd find her grip nearly as firm as his. She then listened as the points totals were announced, and found herself pleased. Evidently, her hard work hadn't been in vain.

After that, Indigo sashayed toward Sheldon and gave him a slight bow. ”My thanks for your generous award, Gamemaster. I'm afraid I must excuse myself for now; my clothes, as you see, are in a sorrowful state.” Shortly thereafter a rushing air around Indigo buoyed her up into the air, and she sailed in the direction of the Frenzy Camp to find less exploded garb.

Owen Whately – Frenzy Camp

@Oblivion666

For a few moments, Owen stood, his rage subsided and replaced by embarrassment. As everyone in Frenzy Plant could attest, the southern swordsman was one of the friendliest people in the guild, and to see him so overtaken by anger downright shocked Chester and Ange, who remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. To Owen, being so mad felt stupid, brash, and downright wrong. Another couple seconds later, with his lips parted but teeth clenched as if he froze trying to say something, he sank into the nearest seat with his head in his hands. ”I'm...I'm sorry, folks,” he intoned in a muffled murmur. ”I reckon I've spoiled any chance o' seemin' like a nice guy for a while now.” He sat quietly, breathing to clear his head.

Jane, though expressing much reluctance on her face, nevertheless walked over to her comrade's side. Though the two didn't cooperate that often, given Owen's affiliation with team Cut Capers and Jane's tendency to snipe from afar, she nevertheless felt tied to her fellow weird-talker. Among the A-rank soldiers of Frenzy Plant, they were the least venerated and powerful. Compared to the others' magics and personas, Owen proved too simple, and Jane too specialized. After a moment of thinking, the former piratess muttered, "Don't worry about it, mate. Everyone gets mad once in a while. We...um, we still think a lot o' you." Somehow, even though they completely shouldn't have, the words caused Jane's cheeks to redden slightly. A second passed before she noticed it, and an annoyed look crossed her face. What...? Why was that hard for me t'say? And why am I blushin'? This ain't embarassin'. Confused, she began to try to reassure Owen again.

At that moment, Ike laid a hand on both of their shoulders. Jane flinched slightly, feeling as if she'd been interrupted. While Owen remained silent, she replied, ”You ain't in much o' a position t'make demands, bucko. I guess I can oblige you though. That boy's like poison, though. You know this guild's like a livin' thing. If he makes all o' us suffer, he's got to go sooner or later.”

At the mention of food, the fine-bearded, goggle-wearing beastmaster called Chester stood up. ”I'm in the mood for some grub myself. If you like, I'll show you to the food wagon. We've got all sorts of good stuff. Joakim put a hex on it to keep everything preserved.” Crossing his arms, he watched Ike with a rather mild manner considering all that had happened.

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

@Lugubrious

Corvud is screaming not sulley

@FallenTrinity

Please quote the place where I said otherwise.

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

Riona is fine by me for the purposes of Frenzy Plant, @Oblivion666.

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

Soonue's second-guessing went unacknowledged by the oldest pair, for already they'd passed out of parlour to Death's chamber where the group ended up. Plus, some sort of anguished bellowing from the end of the adjoining corridor drowned out her words, and those of Ari following them. Dahlia and Virgil were halfway through the next hall by the time the latter became aware of another set of footsteps behind him. Looking back over his shoulder, the one-eyed weapon flashed Winston and Edge a look of gratitude. After tapping his meister on the shoulder, Virgil waited with her for the two to catch up before silently progressing to the spot where Sulley and Corvus waited. The sudden outburst from Corvus caused Dahlia to jump a little, and she wondered if the short-tempered boy's earlier retreat merely constituted a ruse to draw her partner and her out into the open.

With Winston and Edge doubtlessly a bit shell-shocked by Corvus' shout and accusation, Virgil stepped in to answer the more mild-mannered Sulley's inquiry. “They're coming. Must have been a party last night or something; a bunch of 'em seem like they don't want any action at all. I mean, each of us teams are forces to be reckoned with, but even four teams should be enough to wipe out some cult, right?” He turned a magenta eye on Ethan, now approaching with his contemplative bunny friend. For the umpteenth time, Virgil wondered about that rabbit. Not only did it look more like a lop-eared fox, but no rabbit Virgil knew could say its own name. How bizarre!

By now, Dahlia recovered. Not wanting to risk the group of teams merely shifting places, she filtered through the gang of boys to the doorway at the corridor's end. ”There, four teams, just like you said, Virgil. Let's get going before I fall asleep.” She span on her heels and sauntered away, and after nodding his head in agreement her partner followed.

On the way out, he took a quick detail to the front desk. ”There's murderin' to be had,” he told the secretary cheerfully. ”Shotgun, please.” Gingerly, as if it would explode any second, the staff member opened a drawer and pulled out a semi-automatic shotgun, which Virgil accepted with eager hands. After putting away the weapon in his backpack's designated slot, he accepted his magazines from the clerk as well, and once he rejoined Dahlia he forked them over to her. Now ready to rock, they exited Death Weapon Meister Academy and stood just outside, taking a moment to look at the sun, which leered at them as it mockingly laughed from the sky.