Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Wait, you guys killed Delta? Doesn't that seem a little out of the spirit?

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@cuccoruler did we just really skip a month into the future with only thirty minutes of forewarning? Zelosse and I were right in the middle of something.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Defend a Caravan

@shadowkiller912@Herecomesthesnow@write@chukklehed

The Taijitu attacked by Lilac played right into her ploy, hissing at the flames that charred the tender inside of its maw before giving a shrieking hiss at the ice buried in its back. Badly wounded, it instinctively backed down, sliding beneath the edge of the caravan vehicle and leaving its four fellows to continue attacking. Lilac, having been more focused on attacking than where her attack might end her up, continued on in the arc of her jump to land on the canyon floor in front of the vehicle—a disadvantageous position if ever there was one. Down there, the other heads of the four Taijitus still attacking the caravan could get at her. Two enormous snakeheads lunged at her from either side.

A ripple passed over the caravan when Estelle activated her semblance, pouring aura into it to maximize its effect. Now that the caravan had begun moving forward, the greater weight increased its momentum. If allowed to pick up more speed, a good chance existed that it could smack right into the Taijitu blockade and rip them from the canyon walls rather than come to an abrupt stop. A miracle if only the senior could keep it up. With four serpentine Grimm still looming over the vehicle in attack position, Estelle lay only a single crushing bite away from sacrificing her entire aura to save herself rather than the mission.

Fortunately, Sarina's efforts prevented her from throwing it all away just yet...or would have, if only Sarina stood next to her. Instead, she heroically held off several Taijitus from a position a hundred feet behind the vehicle. Just as the monstrous creatures hurled themselves toward her as one, the young woman disentangled herself and sped toward the caravan. Landing nimbly atop it, she found an unmoving Estelle within handy devouring distance of four Taijitus, with only Sterling -who had yet to react- to back her up. Two of the Grimm, drawn toward the aura projected by Estelle, lunged at her, while one each attacked Sterling and Estelle. Time was short; if the group meant to escape without cutting each and every Taijitu in the colony, this moment was critically important.

Brewing Storm

@Krayzikk@Kaithas@NarayanK@Suku@Sho Minazuki@Plank Sinatra@Herecomesthesnow

A few moments had passed with no substantial disagreement to Benjamin's proposed plan of action. Lauren's mention of securing drums met collective acknowledgment and affirmation, but nobody tendered the idea that the objects should be sought out before people. From a logical standpoint, it made sense to wipe the facility clean of threats before working to gather secondary objectives. No further deliberation among the beleaguered seven meant that the time had come for action.

Upon returning to the junction room as a single group, armed with the comforting and steadfast radiance of their new portable lantern, the students found no Grimm. Whatever gremlins slain by their mostly-blind efforts a minute or two before had already disintegrated. Interestingly, the body of the old man had disappeared as well. All that remained was the choice: the stairwell to the bottom floor in one direction, and that to the top floor in the other. Splitting off into two teams, though as acceptable a notion as any, might have led to second thoughts when some realized that the undermanned team would be the one delving past more rooms and more opposition to reach Priscilla far below. Still, the time for objections had passed.

As JCL descended the staircase, the first obstacle that lay in their way was the Generator room. The mechanical components that gave this chamber its function lined the rectangular room's walls, leaving much free space in between. Seeing this as a waste, perhaps, the facility's staff had erected all sorts of tables, chairs, and workstations in the space, though a decent aisle remained through the middle for passage of personnel. Nestled just by the doorway lay a device very much like a dumbwaiter, though conspicuously super-sized, most likely utilized for the transportation of heavy objects between floors that would otherwise be rendered terribly painstaking by stairs. A would-be hunter with a decent memory might recall a similar chute in the junction room upstairs, as well as a heavy-looking industrial battery right beside the hallway to Traffic Control. According to a wall plaque, the adjoining room at the opposite end of this one connected to a decontamination chamber, though for now JCL would have to take its word for it; the door was sealed shut. No doubt this held some sort of link to the very much offline generators, which instead lay dormant. As convenient as it would be, no fuel sources could be seen in the room, though at least the counterbalance-operated dumbwaiter would work manually. At least, it would after the Scavenger sleeping inside it had been removed, though for now the ratlike Grimm lay unseen behind the device's shutters.

Meanwhile, the spiral staircase upward to the residence area turned out to be a problem in and of itself. Its upper third appeared to be retractable into the walls, mostly likely for the sake of security, but by working together a strong human could boost a lighter teammate or three up to the second floor. The residence hall itself took the form of a large, looped hallways with doors to individual rooms pockmarking its every side. Some were closed and locked, others wide open, and all open to investigation if one got over the blood smeared on the floor. Though nothing aside from the usual pitter-patter of presumed Grimm feet could be heard, anyone entering might feel compelled by instinct to move more quietly and deliberately than usual, lest some hidden foe burst out and lay them to waste.

-=-=@princeofhearts=-=-

As it happened, Priscilla's eagerness to help her fellow Beacon students impaired her memory, leading her to believe the control center lay on the second floor rather than the basement floor. Either way, she would have encountered resistance, but now the girl turned herself topsy-turvy to boot. Immediately after exiting the Control Room, which the other survivors rushed to seal afterward, she entered the Supply Room. Within, in addition to a floor with a vast array of clutter to snag unwary feet, stood a pair of Harpies rummaging through scattered food. Instantly they noticed her brazen presence, squawked, and leaped into the air. Though they hadn't much room to fly, they needed to fly in only one direction: straight at Priscilla, claws extended.

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An error. Rather than some profound truth about humanity delivered by an individual losing it, Aforgomon received only a dull and unremarkable vision halfway between a human's despair and a zombie's hunger. Really, though, this revelation should not have surprised it. Rumbling with guttural utterances, Aforgomon pushed the wriggling corpse through a tear of light to a dying realm. With its other hand, it reached imploringly across the gaps between worlds to a place where the woman had lived but her family had died. Its invisible digits curled around the woman and pulled her through, producing from empty air a still-breathing but otherwise exact replica of the human whose death it caused.

Blinking, the woman gained her senses back slowly. From her hopeless and horrible fate she'd been rendered unconscious by the power of some unseen savior and pulled away from the mobs of indefatigable undead. She discerned herself to be in the same village, though in a better state, and mercifully free of zombies in the immediate area. When she heard, “Mama?” she froze. From their hiding places in the partially-ruined house emerged her two children, her husband, and her brother, who only moments ago imagined their loved one snatched away by an incomprehensible force. Tears ran down the woman's cheeks to see her family alive; she did not understand anything about what happened, but she knew she was grateful. “Thanks be to God, ” she said before fainting from exhaustion into her family's arms.

One of her tears never reached the ground. Aforgomon wiped it away like a mother for her child and placed it on its tongue. A dream restored from hopelessness to happiness soothed—a kind of delectable rapture that no bloody art could replicate. Then Aforgomon sensed something else, and disappeared.

In the shadowed halls of Mount Olympus, it manifested from brilliant light, in doing so scaring the wits out of some minor deity goddess, a little more than a spirit of music. With its eyeless skull the Great One regarded the girl while her fear paralyzed her limbs, recalling her dreams. This gentle soul had sided with the old gods when conflict first arose, for she loved her parents, but after the revolution of the powerful but irresponsible Merged this music spirit had been deprived of her heart and made a janitor as punishment. Aforgomon left her behind, trekking with lethargic movements toward the source of the blasphemous signal that washed across its mind.

At length it pushed open the door of a shadowed room and entered. Though unlit, this chamber held no secrets for Aforgomon. It could tell how the room's objects and furniture lay in disarray, and the writhing figure at its center. Unseen to any other god's eye, the place exhibited a thorough saturation of rainbow-hued dream fluid, enough to make the Great One titter in anticipation. Wading through the enticing, many-colored molasses, Aforgomon knelt by the twisting body of Thalios. By the handful it scooped its syrupy food into its mouth, relishing the knowledge and imagination of a god, though it grew increasingly disturbed by an offsetting twinge in the flavor. After a few moments, it slowed and then ceased its consumption. Something about the nightmare of a nightmare god rubbed Aforgomon the wrong way. Intrigued by this idea, the Great One laid its fingers across Thalios' forehead, as if taking a sickly child's temperature. The next moment, it vanished, traveling through parts unknown to the place where Thalios dreamed.

Aforgomon appeared in the dark room of Thalios' mind, waiting and watching.

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My Hider

Name: Yato

Gender: Male

Godly parents: EBISU and Ame-No-Mi-Kumari.

Sphere of control: God of Sea, fortune, and storms.

Sacred animal: Shark

Powers: Can make and control sea based storms including lightning and can summon/control sea creatures to do his bidding.

Weapon(s) :Roller blades, blue katana

History: Yato has a strong presence outside of Japan for a Japanese god. Not wanting to impose on his parents he decided to travel to other parts of the world spreading fortune to fishermen everywhere.

Other: He loves to travel around the world and can speak many languages.

@Trevor1001

I assume this is WIP? I'm no GM, but it seems the personality section is missing. And so you know, the GMs might not accept a character that already exists.

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@Lugubrious Edited a reply to the bottom of the last post. It's short, sorry.

@PerseusArchean

Thanks. Is Aforgomon the 'evil thing' mentioned by the telltale Heart?

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@Slendy
Lol his human self is about 6
his God form gains two feet XD

@BlackPanther

D'aww. He'd still have to look up to Aforgomon, I think, at 11 feet.

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

Posted lol

@Lmpkio

I bet Sayatachi would have been mortified to realize that a being capable of creating any clothes from thin air passed her by less than an hour before.

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In a cinema for a new movie's grand debut, even the harshest of critics, no matter how seemingly bent against this genre of fiction or that, could not simply disregard the media they meant to watch. The slimmest, meanest connoisseur stifled his morose gripes until the food timidly set before him passed his sunken lips. No master of their craft, however infinite their knowledge or instant their conclusions, held the ability to judge a work of art sent his way until after its experience. So it was that Aforgomon, bare-soul being beyond the veil of sleep, waited until it knew the undead wretch beneath its claws could offer no more insight into a dead man's dreams before it turned its head to paste between its heel and the arid, hard-packed savannah dirt.

Trickles of multicolored gel slathered between its nauseating, sharklike teeth. A mind already reduced to little more than a raving animal's did not satisfy an undying craving for knowledge for long. Aforgomon turned this way and that, invisible to the humans and husks that ran in a frenzy around and between its legs. For now, the village panic had subsided. Those humans whose gifts were greater had congregated in fortified buildings in which to wait out the undead threat, while the remaining poor souls were split between the dead and the doomed. Not many at all of the things that lurched across the dirt paths of the little town were human anymore, and a funeral quiet had settled over it like a fog. A new idea seized hold of Aforgomon, and it took a single step toward the nearest house.

Immediately, the closest undead -whether qualifying for insanity or deprived of its opposite- turned blindly and with frothing mouths to the smell of life. Unopposed, the first zombie grabbed hold of Aforgomon's leg and leaned in to tear with yellow incisors its pale flesh. Where enamel met epidermis, however, light instead of blood sprayed out, and within the brilliant gash could be seen infinite, starry space. The pressure difference sucked the unfortunate creature inside, messily cramming it through the tiny hole and into an alternate dimension. An instant later, the rift had closed, and it was as if the zombie never existed.

Its famished fellows fared similarly. One, mistaking Aforgomon for corporeal, attempted to slice off a chunk from it with her claws, and instead tore into the dimensional incongruity that surrounded it—a tear into a dimension of fire that incinerated her in milliseconds. A third undead reached through Aforgomon's phantomlike body, toppled over, and was the next second crunched beneath the Great One's solidified foot. Only a few titanlike strides brought Aforgomon within a stone's throw of the house. With ritualistic slowness and deliberation, it raised its arms over its head, and with its leprous digits formed a perfect circle. Growing stiller than death, it reached back into its crepuscular memory for a specific dream: its own.

An eerie blot of light, shaped like a stab wound, manifested in front of the circle formed by its fingers. From this rift stretched a plethora of vile, gelatinous tentacles of all shapes and sized, rushing forth through the hole in their prison to a new dimension. They smashed through the house as if it were kindling, prompting shrieks from the humans hiding within, but got no further. Aforgomon closed the rift and severed the tentacles to drop, lifeless, to the ground. One human, stunned and perhaps driven mad by the impossible sight, shivered against the floor until Aforgmon plucked her. In its cold vicegrip it offered her to the zombies, but it robbed them of their treat after a single bite to hold the woman skyward instead. The virus flooded her system, a chemical wildfire that burned and decayed all it touched, and curious Aforgomon touched her changing mind to sample her dream.

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@Lugubrious i like the concept but Thalios could easily sate your appetite. Without care i might add.

@Zelosse

Hum? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. But that's fine, I can wait for someone else to interact with my Great One.