Lugubrious

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

@Lugubrious Many thanks, but one question before I start . . . Argus is currently wearig some form of clothing, correct.

@Raijinslayer

Yeah, his birthday suit. Tailor-made.

In actuality, some spare, shabby robe or something.

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

Joakim Fortinbras – Frenzy Camp

@raijinslayer@liferusher

When evil visions seized Argus, corrupting his dreamscape into a nightmare frontier and eking wisps of that crimson malevolence into the waking world, Joakim happened to be on guard outside the tent in which the demon's negativity stewed. The slitherings of a vile, unseen tongue tickled his ears, but Joakim in his worldliness and own experience neither shut them out or let them in. This phantom poison flowed through the camp and sloshed against the tents, but for the most part found no choir to sing to. The prisoner called Rune had been taken only minutes ago from his cell by Hyun and Indigo, their intended location undisclosed to anyone A-rank or below. In order to induct the new arrival Riona, the comely archer Leixia also left the premises. Only Isla remained to be bombarded by the hellish intonations, their occult musings gushing like ink into her ears to stain and stillbirth her brain.

Long before the aura of demolition ate away at the fabric and wooden struts of the tent, Joakim acutely sensed the foul, sorcerous miasma, turned about, and backed hastily away until its invisible barbs jabbed at his mind no more. Before his eyes, the insides of the detention tent transformed from austere to diabolic. Wretched magic blighted the very soil, making it dead forever. The steel bars of the four cages slowly withered like plant stalks, turning black before becoming charcoal. Taking a deep breath, Joakim called out for Ange, the only Frenzy Plant soldier still within earshot. The girl, already disturbed and set on edge by the sheer foul presence polluting her guild's turf, came running. A look of terror struck her face the instant she arrived, a terror very much in a spiritual sense: the kind of fear that a saint might feel to see the devil at his doorstep. Nevertheless, she knew by the corrosion what she had to do. Ange held out her wand, and from the air span crude cases of glass to envelope the partially-destroyed cages of Isla and the Lovers, shielding them from the corruption with a material very difficult to deteriorate. For the time being, the prisoners were safe from their peer.

Both northerner and westerner watched, paralyzed, as an ashen, bony figure seemed to hover above the prone form of Argus—already the unholy epicenter of this anathematic corruption, his body now inspired more horror with the implication that it served as only the conduit of another presence, greater and more perfectly repugnant than any soldier, already haunted by death and injustice, could conceive. Then the foul shape slipped away in a rippling tide of black and scarlet chaos, reducing every element of the detention tent not shielded by glass to soot. Faster than ice thrown into a fire, the grass faded away, a testament to the tainted earth. But ultimately, the dark magic receded, and Argus woke blearily into the ruin he'd unwittingly caused.

Joakim let out his breath, not remembering when he'd held it, and summoned a block of permafrost to sit upon. Still trembling, Ange followed suit with a stool of solid glass, quite unable to reconcile her heady affliction of insecurity and fear enough to speak. Joakim tilted the butt of his ribcage staff toward Argus, and declared, ”You are not doing so hot. If what I just saw and felt is not some elaborate ruse, I would say that you are cursed beyond believing. It does not change that you are a pain in the ass, and that you have shamed our guild name, but maybe it is not all your fault.” The blue-haired magician studied Argus' face. ”There is no such thing as bad magic, only bad people who use magic for bad, but there is such thing as bad spirits. The demons. I am pretty sure we thought you were demon, but if you were possessed, it could explain a lot.

The way I see it, there are few options left for you. What you have is massively dangerous. Kicking you out of Frenzy Plant would be like uncaging a dragon, and I do not think Sanders could let you roam free. Either Frenzy Plant redeems you, and takes this evil out of your heart, or it will kill you both. Me, I would much rather you not die, since I have many pain in ass friends. What can we do to help?” Joakim's brusqueness only partially veiled his surprising consideration for Argus' condition. Having seen the evil within him, the northerner was frightened, but he would not allow reality to ensue and purge the demon from the world without first exhausting the possibility of saving him. Here were people who, not in spit of but because of Argus' behavior, would stick their necks out to try and rescue him. He need only take the metaphorical hand.

Leixia Wuiwomi – In the Little Wood

@oblivion666

A few minutes after the various Frenzy Plant soldiers cleared out of the newly-repaired section of forest following Damian's departure, only two figures remained. Riona, eager to join Frenzy Plant, had received an initial briefing from Indigo prior to her departure, leaving her prospective opponent, Leixia, to fill in the blanks. ”So, we battle until one of us gives in. By beating me, you get my rank. If you want to get a higher rank, challenge and beat people in those ranks, in ascending order. Before we start, let me quickly tell you: self control is a tenet of the soldier lifestyle. If you take this test too seriously, you'll flunk even if you win. And no property damage. Get it?”

The hooded archer retreated to once side the clearing to wait for Riona to do the same. When the positions were assumed, she called out, ”Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Go.” With grace, fluidity, and speed she drew a handful of arrows from her quiver, nocked one, and kept the rest in her fist. An arrow soared toward Riona's position, its tip enchanted by one of Frenzy Plant's Trial Charms to deliver the full kinetic force of the projectile without piercing the skin. After all, arrows in their raw form were deadly. Though her steely composure betrayed nothing, Leixia aimed to show her mastery of the bow without hurting the new applicant...too badly.

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

So bored want to post
but have no free characters
so very, very bored.

@Raijinslayer

If delays like these
truly render you morose
I'll hasten myself

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Y'know, I just thought of something. Originally, I wrote Robert as a Butt Monkey, but it seems like he's become the The Jinx what with the the continually rising body count. So far he's lost his dad, his mom, his sister, and four teammates (Tai, Grayson, Daniel, and Delta). Five teammates if you want to get technical since he hasn't found out Priscilla's alive yet.

@Guess Who

Many of his former teammates are in a negative zone of canon-ity though.

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

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Are you responsible for everything someone you know does? No, so why should Jamie be?

@Caits

You're using the wrong frame of reference. Angelo isn't simply someone Jamie knows. He's a part of the 'family' she talks about all the time and supposedly cherishes. Jamie is a guild master. To be a master means to take responsibility for one's subjects/disciples/soldiers/members. All guild masters are responsible for what their members do.

I know you agree with me, because Jamie took responsibility and upbraided Angelo in your post, which I didn't see before making my previous comment.

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

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I'm not saying that it should be tolerated, just that in the heat of things excessive abilities maybe used. That doesn't make its Jamie's fault-Jamie doesn't promote killing after all. Everyone does things in the heat of the moment they wouldn't normally do. So blaming Jamie doesn't seem fair, and it seems unreasonable of Jack to shove all the blame on her, and almost making it seem like she wasn't going to do anything about it.

I will get around to doing something about it, but God, there's just so much Jamie needs to do.

@Caits

Not fault, but responsibility, surely?

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who else has nearly killed their opponents so far?

@Joshua Tamashii

Not Hyun, Indigo, Demetri, or any member of Tough Love. Do you think Damian counts, despite the repercussions of his actions nearly killing Hyun rather than his actions directly?

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

Though the soul detection of Aria allowed her partner and herself to make tracks through the contorted, ominous streets of the Burgh, by the time they arrived in the courtyard, Vergil and Dahlia were in trouble. Agheu Glas presented the pair with a ceaseless, lunatic offensive presence, only momentarily pausing his attacks to dip sideways for a better position. Unable to prevent the beast from closing to melee distance, Dahlia had given up trying to aim her shotgun in order to pour all her focus into defense. With thrusts and swipes of his fiery spear, Agheu Glas forced Dahlia to move and adjust constantly, and when it seemed for the slightest moment that Dahlia might settle into a position to open fire, he lashed out with black talons and gnarled claws to smash her shield aside.

The shot from Alex's barrel tore through the silence as if it were paper. Three orange eyes flashed Aria's way, and the beast turning on a dime to skillfully twirl its spear, intercepting the bullet but leaving a usable, though small, window of opportunity. Dahlia grinned, leveled her shotgun, and pulled the trigger, peppering her enemy's feathery shoulder and arm with hot lead. Murky blood seeped between the raven fathers as the creature whirled back around to face her, teeth bared. Leaping up, Agheu Glas delivered a pistonlike thrust kick to Vergil's surface, forcing Dahlia to stumble backward to keep from losing her footing. He then swung the spear toward Aria, releasing a swath of golden fire that blazed toward her position. Unable to leave Dahlia alone, he then renewed his assault, as if entrusting the death of the newcomer to some reliable, unseen phantom. Clearly, the first team needed further aid.

A doorway to the back and left of Aria slid quietly open, and from the aperture trundled a vile, lumpy fiend with too many faces and arms. From its chest a set of fangs large enough to enclose the student's head snarled without sound, like a ferocious statue of a lion. Gleaming orange pinpricks of infernal luminosity burned from its center head, and its wrinkled, fleshy lips bore a sinister leer. With sinuous claws the tough-hided Dokkaebi reached ghoulishly for Aria's head, intent on crushing the girl's golden head in its clutches.

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I'm not going to post until someone else interacts with one of my characters.

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

Chester Graham – Frenzy Camp

@Oblivion666@Hatakekuro@lmpkio

Chester winced at Enma's less than kindly word choice concerning Ike's state. ”He's had a rough time, Enma.” He did not offer any chastisement beyond that, however. Doubtless the Oni did not mean to be callous; blunt was simply the mold into which his thoughts were poured. Chester suspected that commentary on Ike's body actually surmised legitimate concern on Enma's part, however inhospitably presented. Soon after, Ike went on to address his comrade's remark himself, and Chester considered what Enma said.

”Cat's not that bad. Kinda slick and cool, actually, in a old-fashioned and cheesy sense. Nolan's partner, did you say? He was the kid in green that had it in for Indigo during the treasure hunt today, right? We had a live feed in camp, but obviously I couldn't just sit there for an hour straight. I did get to see that final move, though. Ash God's Grand Cry versus Whitesky Eye, right? Very intense. To a guy like me, whose 'magic' is interchangeable for just being really good with animals, seeing stuff like that...well, it's like seeing a natural disaster. A volcano erupting with ash and soot into a thunderstorm. Makes me glad that Frenzy Plant is a force for good and order in the world.”

He settled in to watch the fight between Demetri and Deyja. When the crowd roared, he pitched in, especially for the final cheer to support the blazing brawler's victory. He winced at the wound sustained by the guild's rep, however. ”Yikes! Like a lance straight through the chest! If it hit his heart, he might be done for!” Chester rushed along with others, like Arivaderci, Kumbha, Bytan, and Xyster, to the railing that separated them from the arena. With unintentionally lovely acrobatics, the Dullahan vaulted the railing to land in the sand and rush to her comrade's side, holding her head by the ponytail all the while. As she knelt over him, Chester leaned over the rail and shouted, ”Need our help!?”

After a few seconds, Xyster's head shook, which looked comical without a neck or shoulders to contrast with. ”He's impaled, and with delightful internal bleeding I expect, but the medics will keep it from becoming deadly. I'll get him over there.” The Dullahan huffed and lugged the much larger figure onto her back before slowly plodding off. Unconvinced, Kumba jumped the rail as well and ran over to help her. Silently she accepted his aid, and the two ferried a protesting Demetri toward the infirmary.

Nero the Genie – Arena Stands

@Shikaru@Rivaan@lunarlors34

The grandiosity of the magical miracle performed by Nero seemed rather demeaned when half of the group to which he dedicated it flat-out ignored him. As much as that fact saddened his heart, the dark mage never lost his brilliant white smile. Even when Arthur assured him of his entire group's disinterest, he remained positively unperturbed. ”Not interested? Could it be I've stumbled upon the happiest man on earth—the man who wants for nothin'? Happy day! Not havin' anything about oneself one wishes to change, not having friends who selfishly desire gifts or basic needs, being bereft of sickness, worry, and doubt...that is true magic, if I've ever seen one!” His silver tongue span a web like a craftsman at the loom, calling everyone who heard it to think about their situation in life. Did they think themselves perfect? Beyond improvement? Was there nothing nice they could do for their friends?

Next in line with doubts and worries came Janna. Nero beamed at her as if her words held no venom or spite. ”Guards?” He looked left and right, exaggerating his motions like an actor in a play. ”They gonna throw me in the slammer for doin' my job? And innocent bystanders, simply for proximity? Woe for artistic expression! But indeed, I will grant your first wish.” A hint of smugness crept into his voice: without even realizing it, Janna had made a wish, and a very easy one at that.

The Genie snapped his fingers, canceling out the last spell he cast. Slowly and sadly, the color and vibrancy drained from the stadium, turning it into a drag yellowish-gray once more. He gave Janna a face of mock pout for advising Anya against him. ”Commotion? Would you hurt the feelings of a man walkin' the aisles, sellin' hot dogs? I'm doin' the same, just peddlin' my wares, though what I offer is much sweeter. Dearie, you wouldn't believe how much good I've done for people. You must have read the tales about the 'Jerkass Genies', who take wishes too literally and screw people over. Such slander! I grant precisely what is asked. Only a bad wish will get a bad result.” He gave a mournful look to Anya, but grinned still, to show her that a heroic spirit could never be beaten down by naysayers. ”Your friends sure think they know what's best for ya. Shame they gotta be sticks in the mud.”

Next he rounded on Arthur, his arms held up in surrender and his black eyes wide open behind his glasses. If he felt anything other than indignant, it lay beneath a flawless facade of innocence. He did sneak a wink at Angela, though. ”Cost? Sir, ya wound me. All I want is people to be happy. There's too much messed-up crap in the world for me to go 'round messin' it up more. Believe me. Joy is my sole payment—and no, not in some creepy, emotion-vampire way, heehee! I get that I'm kinda, y'know, weird lookin', but they always say: if you think you're weird, you're not actually weird, right?” He folded his hands behind his back and tilted his head.

”Now really, why all the sour grapes? I'm not kiddin' when I say that I'm a miracle worker. If ya really think ya got it all sorted out, I guess I'll mope on outta here. But now's your chance to make your dreams come true. Probably. I'm only human, after all.”