Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Guess Who you realize you have until tomorrow night, right? It's not much more time, but it's more time. I take it none of your teammates are assisting you? That reminds me, I still don't have a definitive name for that team yet. Was it Regrets?

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

Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Hotel

@cirusarvennicus

In the few minutes to herself bestowed upon Fleo, she had not only found herself a plate of eggs and fruit, but eaten most of it. During her last morsel of pear, the dusty woman found herself approached by the familiar and welcome figure of Trinity. Though the two womens’ recent weeks held no instances of further cooperation between them, or any special events for that matter, their friendship remained very alive. When Trinity’s dialogue hinted at some sort of favor Fleo could do her, she leaped at the chance. ”Sure! Happy to help ya anytime.” She crossed her arms, curious. ”You said ‘escort’, right? Kind of a weird turn of phrase if you’re just popular. Have you turned into some kind of celebrity overnight, and you need protection from the paparazzi? Heheheh. Well, I’m here for you. Anyone tries to shoot you, they won’t –shoot you, like with a camera, I mean- they won’t be able to see a thing for all the dust.”

To prove her point, she held up her bandaged hand. In her palm, a clod of dust swirled into the shape of a camera, before splattering onto the floor. Innocently looking at the ceiling, Fleo shoved it under the table with her foot. Afterward, Trinity received another curious look, though not of the same inquisitiveness that Fleo sported only moments earlier. ”Worry…? Uh, sure. Lead the way, I’ll lend an ear to your explaining.” Her fork zipped toward the last piece of egg and stuffed it into her mouth. The next moment, Fleo discarded the silverware and stood to her feet, ready to be of assistance.

Frenzy Plant

When the call came for the guilds to assemble in the Doma Flau, Frenzy Plant, ever anticipatory of action, was collectively ready. By now, everyone knew the drill, so without any sort of special appearance or speech from Master Sanders the company of soldiers left the camp, with the exception of Isla Takane, Eliza, Arivaderci Salvay, Nandy Rewman, and Bytan Brass. Isla received some books to read, but remained imprisoned in her spacious glass cell. With neither a Mystic Beast or a Crimson Demon to guard, Bytan remained nearby but not at rigid attention, and the other soldiers dispersed through the camp to attend to their various tasks.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

Hider

The guy who did the Ironwood fight also did Coco and Yats v. Emerald and Mercury, plus...I wanna say the parts of Merc and Yang Monty didn't do? He's pretty based.

Speaking of

pour one out for Ironwood ;________;

@Plank Sinatra

My Hider

Oh, Ironwood better not be dead. I will be upset.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

New episode is....

Really cool. I get the feeling that the next one will be cooler. If they're suffering for want of good animators, they're doing a good job of hiding it.

Last day for the contest, folks.

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

Hmmm. Who is the Lugu waiting on?

@CirusArvennicus

Nothing much. I'll get back to you forthwith.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Four days left on the credit-stravaganza contest, people.

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

@Lmpkio@liferusher@Lugubrious If you three want we can finish the dinner in a collab?

@Oblivion666

Alright. I'll await the PM.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

Echo Marine, Tawne Adagio

@crimmy@krayzikk

Scarcely had half a minute passed before Tawne and Echo stumbled across their next adventure. Catering to specific clientele, identified by its members’ typical formidability and audacity, an odd metal shack had been erected not far from the line of food stalls. Signs plastered all over identified its purpose clearly, for in enormous comic sans they declared, HUNTERS AND HUNTRESSES – ARE YOU FIT TO SAVE THE WORLD? PROVE IT WITH THE VYTAL CHALLENGE! Intrigued by so bold a statement however obvious the ploy, and by the strangely fascinating contours of the building itself, the Atlesian students approached the metal shack. In a luxurious fold-out chair by the shack’s door reclined a man in black, whose diminutive stature and great fan of red hair naturally drew their eyes.

Simultaneously he noticed them, and in an instant he expertly sized them up as members of his target audience and therefore potential customers. Like a hat he put on his charm and sprang, catlike, from his chair. Adorning a wide, cheeky smile, he offered them a theatrical bow. “Good morning, lady and gentleman! Mr. Cordovan Phlox, at your service. I hope you’ll excuse my showmanship; I never could resist acting the goof. No doubt you’re not here for me, though. You’re here to disabuse me of the foolish notion that you’re not, in fact, fit to save the world. Well, here’s how you’ll do it: inside my little stall here is a testing chamber. Simply step in, and the trials will begin. Nothing dangerous, I assure you, just a fun distraction. And all for just five smackeroons! What do you say, folks?” He crossed his arms and looked sideways at them.

Tawne and Echo shared a look. Both were having trouble suppressing their merriment at Mr. Phlox’s manner and uncanny similarity to the legendary leprechaun, though Tawne suffered more in this regard. He did not allow it to keep him from replying immediately, however. ”Oh, absolutely. Bring it on! I get the feeling it’s me lucky day.” Phlox grinned and pulled open the door, and Tawne stepped inside.

Suddenly deprived of anything to do, Echo leaned against the shack and looked around. As picturesque and full of life as the festival grounds were, nothing stood out to her until she happened to lay eyes on a nearby bench and the two girls there. It did not take an excess of intuition to make the assumption that both were huntresses, though definitely not Altesians. Eager to meet other travelers, Echo made her way toward the bench, made sure she looked companionable, and greeted them. ”Hiya. I was jus walkin’ around, and I saw your hair,” she indicated Tearlag. ”And I thought, that’s incredible. So I thought I’d say hi. Are y’all competin’ in the tourney?” She slipped her hands into her pockets, seemingly not at all worried about any potential awkwardness in this sudden meeting.

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

Fleo Plector – the Pinnacle

Among all those who receded into the land of fancy at night, drifting through the veil of sleep to any number of incredible worlds, Fleo could boast a singular blessing. Seldom if ever did her imagination cruelly trap her consciousness within a realm of nightmares, for she lived with no regrets. Instead, her mind conjured up for her azure skies to soar through, sunset lakes to swim, mountains to climb, and forest to explore. Fantastical creatures, bizarre but by no standard asinine or ridiculous, infested her dreams. More remarkable than even the wildest settings or strangest beasts, however, were Fleo’s arms and legs, for in her dreams they were whole. Filled with boundless energy, she would traverse the fleeting worlds in joy, yet rarely hate to wake up. As nice as dreams were, only the waking world was true, and Fleo meant to enjoy it just as much.

Such immaculate wonder could only occupy her, however, if her mind permitted her to sleep. For the first time in a long time Fleo suffered a restless night. In the dead of morning, she rose from her bed, leaving caked dust and her bandages behind, and the window open. Quietly, she made her way out of the hotel, dressed only in her underclothes, shorts, and a tank top. Her fake limbs could clearly be seen, if only someone stood by to see. Standing beside the door, Fleo rose in silence on an escalating pillar of gathered dust, and after a few moments she stepped onto the room. Once at its center, she recalled her dust and rose higher still, ascending straight upward a hundred feet, two hundred, three. Only when the purest of breezes ruffled her hair did she halt the construction of her dusty monolith. Afraid but undeterred by the height, she composed herself carefully. With the wave of a hand, the dust formed into the shape of a bed, and she rested herself upon it. Thoughts about her guild troubled her, but up here, she could feel only sweet air and the caress of moonlight. She sighed, like someone trained to hold in her stomach relaxed, and the dust that constituted her limbs fell apart. Only fleshy stubs existed where her arms and legs should be, serving as a grim reminder of that trying time, but nevertheless it felt alright to be her true self away from any prying eyes. Though she did not smile, Fleo felt at peace, and when sleep finally took her, she dreamed.

The next morning, sounds drifting up from below awoke her. Instantly, her limbs reformed from dust, and she sat upright. From a bird’s-eye view, the city appeared uniquely beautiful, but she could not focus on it enough to forget her troubles. Staring at her fingers of dust, she flexed them, and experimentally urged her hand to change shape. Spurred on by her unspoken desire, her entire arms altered shape into dusty wings. Fleo, delighted, rose to her feet and looked out over the city. The next moment, she leaped down. Using her wings to glide, she descended at a brisk pace until she could swoop cheekily in through her window. Feeling lively, she snapped her fingers, and her bandages flew to encircle her limbs. Once the façade lived once again, she made her way downstairs.

Joakim Fortinbras

@raijinslayer@oblivion666@liferusher@caits

The excitement of yesterday meant that Joakim slept soundly indeed. Few men slept more deeply than soldiers, not just because of exhaustion and the paucity of sleep available, but also because of a clear conscience. In war, one could not simply choose to believe in a cause. One had to. Nevertheless, Joakim did not sleep especially late, despite the festival atmosphere of the Grand Magic Games and the additional chance at respite such times for celebration afforded. He cleaned himself up, neatly dressing and grooming himself, not to mention refreshing the Arctic Aura that protected him from Fiore’s sweltering heat, before heading at a leisurely pace for the food center.

Gabriel’s choice to cook did not surprise him, and with only a nod of thanks the northerner accepted his food and dug in. He said nothing while eating, but to guess he heard nothing would have been to shoot way off the mark. Joakim listened with a discreet intention to Ike’s advice to Gabriel, and to Argus as he brought up Isla. The memory of yesterday’s fight, which the demon next mentioned, still lay heavily on his mind, truncated only by the disturbing events with Argus soonafter. Not long before the northerner expected to finish eating, his red-eyed ally requested a story of some kind, though a glance at him suggested an annoyed unhappiness on the demon’s part, giving the attempt at conversation a hollow-feeling ring. Nevertheless, Joakim deigned to oblige him.

”General Sanders, you say? Well, you will never see him display his magic. Many of us still do not really understand what he does. He works subtly. The closest I have ever seen was when I was once selected to run back from the front lines to base to give a mid-battle report. I entered the General’s tent, and I got this feeling. It was like a pressure, very intense, and I feel like something important has changed or is changing, and I cannot figure out what. I see Sanders sitting in a little chair behind a fold-out table, and on the table is a chessboard like I’ve never seen. It has all sorts of extra parts, and too many figures. I thought, ‘the weird feeling is coming from that chessboard’, but I cannot say for sure. The only thing I can say for sure is that we won that fight. Thousand Spears didn’t know what hit them. When it matters, Frenzy Plant doesn’t lose.” Any knowledgeable soldiers present might recognize Thousand Spears as a fellow light guild, one that had in fact applied for the Games but failed to qualify.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

If anyone in particular would like some interaction, I would be most pleased to send Tawne their way.