Lugubrious

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

In the instant of the perfect kill, the feeling came again. Though a warrior through and through, Clotho did not count herself a sadist, yet in that fleeting moment between life and death at her hands something deep within gave her immeasurable satisfaction. The very next instant it faded, aided on its way by a horrified realization: in her frustration and eagerness to vent she made a novice's error. She played with fire, and did not anticipate being burned.

Immediately the rapier-blade melted away, and the incredible heat conducted through her weapon scalded her hand, provoking her to release her grip with utmost haste. Barely had she registered the pain from this misfortune, however, than a jet of molten metal surrounded in noxious fumes erupt from the body of the slain orc. The searing liquid sprayed across her hips and left leg, burning into the armor, while the gas bombarded her eyes and made her choke. Clotho uttered an awful combination of hack and shriek, stumbling away and rushing to jettison her carapace armor. It detached from her flesh quickly, but not fast enough to prevent nasty burns. Her legs shook as she gasped, barely keeping her on her feet. When she found her voice, she snarled at D'Artagnan, ”Next time someone wants your head, they're getting it on a silver platter. Haven't you ruined enough for one day?” In her present state, Clotho could not fly, forcing her to make an undignified exit on foot.

Once back among her insects, she sent out for medicine, but received little. Her burns hurt constantly, and try as she might she couldn't shake the cough. Unable to fly and too distracted to manage, she could do little more than sit and bide her time, waiting for the agony to cease. In this sorry state she received summons from her master, and only then realized the extent of her mistake. In coming to the aid of the rabbit, she had done the very act she told Faeles she would not: jeopardized the new alliance. Cursing her stupidity, she laboriously pulled herself to her feet, and set off at a brisk limp toward the Master. While not joyful at the prospect of more punishment, she would not shirk her duty or try to escape justice. The Master would hear her account truthfully, if he wished it, and what happened next would be his to judge.

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

The mental utterances of Mar brought from Clotho something as close to a derisive snort as she could manage. ”Temporary lodging, am I, then? So be it. Perhaps I'll even patch up your original host myself—whatever gets you out of me the quickest, vermin.” The idea of the parasite developing within her, as indicated by his comments about him learning and improving his abilities, repulsed her utterly. Surely there existed a cleric of some sort among the Master's ranks who could expunge this detestable seep from her?

As much as the dragon intrigued her, she knew that it would be utterly inappropriate to insert herself into negotiations unless called upon. As such, she remained unmoving on the sidelines, an easy find for the demon that sought her. The sight of Faeles, when he made himself known, did not please her. The highly unprofessional results of the attempted infiltration of the orc camp had filled her with an acute distaste for every being whose ignorance, incompetence, or negligence contributed to that outcome. She narrowed her eyes slightly at his arrival, but said nothing, waiting for him to speak. He made apparent without mincing words that he wished her to do some dirty work for him, both soundly improper for one of her station and unrewarding. In payment for his bluntness, Clotho returned the favor. ”Why should I risk my neck angering a new ally and potentially throwing the Horde into chaos? All for a mirror, the favor of a demon, and whatever other stolen treasures I could carry. Even if I cared nothing for loyalty or principle, I couldn't carry much, that's for certain. Find some nameless thief to do your bidding; this task is ill-advised and beneath me.”

A commotion drew her gaze. After quickly testing her wings and finding them serviceable if painful to use, she fluttered up into the air and toward the source of the clamor. Having left the orc settlement in the early stages of the catastrophe brought on by Torrens, Clotho did not recognize Gormlag, save as a greater enemy than the rabbit that he attacked with a deluge of crushing stone. Did this minion of the dragon attack with permission, or out of rage? The situation seemed to barefaced to be a real attempt at subterfuge. That left a clear conscious for the death sentence of the fiery shaman. ”How bothersome.” She removed her rapier from its place on her left thigh. A nasty twinge from her back caused her to hiss in discomfort. ”Your little stunt had better not affect my speed, odious one.”

Tucking in her wings and lunging forward, she dove. Her rapier extended before her, she aimed to penetrate Gormlag's skull and with her momentum beat him into the ground.

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

@Lugubrious

Still planning on posting today? I'll wait on you if so.

And for the record, as my sporadic posting has attested I'm perfectly fine with this RP advancing at a slow pace. One post every week or two is enough from each person.

@Cyclone

Yes, indeed. I have just finished some work and will begin very shortly.

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

Though I have been pretty busy, this has been admittedly neglected by me as low on my priorities. Tomorrow you can expect me to contribute once again.

I do not hesitate to confess that the unreliable method of replying only when called out has been wholly adopted by me in regards to this RP. You guys really do deserve more from me, and for that I apologize. Despite this, I am sure I'm not the only one struggling to get hyped for this RP anymore.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

Personally, I don't care what you do with my character. My only request be that, if you use him as an opponent, he is 100% human and can still be on par with whatever other boss monsters come after him. That is: no magic, no machines, no transformations, nothing demonic, nothing divine, nothing that can be construed as supernatural.

@Hantu Kongkek

That seems like a contradiction, but I'll see what I can do. Take care.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Hey. I decided this game wasn't fun enough for me. Mind if I just bailed? I'd prefer my character be killed off as opposed to taken over.

@Hantu Kongkek

Regrettable that it's come to this. So long. Are you against him reappearing as an opponent or something down the line?

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Lugubrious@Sho Minazuki Wait, so now I'm confused as to what just happened with Akoni. I was just in a "library" with Kosara and some bird creature squatting there. Now all of a sudden Akoni is with a completely different group in an actually respectable library as part of an unofficial mission? There wasn't any kind of transition, what just happened? D:

@ProPro

The transition is for us to decide. I explained that the missions started in the morning, so in a post you can say what happened overnight if you so choose.

That said, I did not get the impression that we would immediately be in the mission location. I thought we would gather in the meeting room or World Tree room first or something.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

-=-=Charred Citadel=-=-

The birdlike being before Kosara and Akoni shrugged nonchalantly when the latter demanded an answer from him. Neither the half-demon nor the human sorcerer ruffled his feathers, though their arrival marked the first non-Watcher presence Eeliot remembered in years. Twiddling the fingers of one hand, he bemoaned, “Alas, there is nobody to love them. I, as their sovereign, may do with them whatever I please! Though wouldn’t it be just fantastic if things were all nice and orderly? Someone should get on that.” Eeliot rose to his talons, coming to a head shorter than Akoni, and his eyes showed the smile that his rigid beak did not. “Hey, how’s the weather up there?” Making a show of looking up at him, the self-proclaimed King of Knowledge circled around toward a table. On it lay a multi-pack of juice boxes, absurd in their normalcy, and from which Eeliot selected one. Either not caring or not remembering the visitors, he pecked a hole in his juice box before sticking his beak inside to drink. Finally, Kosara’s question regained his attention. “Find books?” he mumbled into his juice box before slurping and licking his beak. “Ah! Scrumptious. Anyway, you find books in a bookstore. Or a house. We don’t have any here though. Terrible luck! And it’s so far to the Third Kingdom…”

If anything, Panoptos expected Wrath’s Firebrand form to be released with an explosion and surrounded at all times with a blazing firestorm. Instead, the Nephilim surprised him by keeping a very firm grip on his powered-up form, and then by physically massaging the inert Molten Core thereafter. Oh, dear. Looks like he took me a bit too literally. Say, maybe that’s something I can use. Out loud, the great Watcher commented, ”That was just a turn of phrase, you know. A good charbroil would work better than patting it down.” That said, the transformed body of Wrath positively beat with heat. The air itself distorted for several centimeters around the lit parts of him, and even the red or brown stone seemed apt to permanently burn an unwise hand. Wrath’s efforts began to show in the core; the black dust clogging its arteries like fatty plaque visibly heated up, sparking like fireside embers.

The arrival of Kyle soonafter, accompanied by a servant Watcher, drew Panoptos’ attention. He watched as the cyborg, coaxed by his companion, transformed in a fearsome industrial blaze into a monster part magma and part metal. Perhaps even more so than Wrath, Kyle radiated intimidation and fortitude. By Panoptos’ estimation, only the strongest of blunt weapons would be able to crack that exoskeleton; any sort of cutting edge would merely slide off if it did not break or melt immediately. He called, ”Yes, yes, we’re all very proud of doing the thing everyone can do. Get over here and kickstart this heart, would you? The savage has been keeping it warm for you.”

With two firebrands working on it, the Molten Core did not take long at all to blaze to life. Its first beat resounded through the dungeon, afterward becoming a rhythmic undertone, and magically-charged lava flowed through the great transparent veins to every room in the place, providing light for the citadel’s new tenants and power for the various machines littering its halls.

”Well! Looks like the blessing worked at least. Enjoy the heat while it lasts,” Panoptos told the two, who were both no longer transformed and most likely exhausted. ”Your first mission starts in less than eight hours, I’ll bet. Find some corner in the castle to call your own. The Watchers can fetch basic furnishings for you if stone floor’s not to your taste. So long!” After a patronizing bow he floated off.

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

Cormorant Sanders – Frenzy Plant Stands

@Zarkun

Both during Damian’s approach and for a few seconds after his arrival but before he spoke, the leader of Frenzy Plant remained fixated on the match currently underway. The magic and ability of the country’s finest wizards captured the imagination of young and old alike; Sanders, in particular, enjoyed learning what he could about sorcery. Every duel impressed him in its own way, but even as the general observed, he did not file away each spark, strike, and stance like some supercomputer, bent on analyzing each competitor for the sake of future victory. He enjoyed the spectacle and the talent for what they were worth, and in some cases felt sorrow that such talents went to waste in service of lesser causes.

He noticed Damian soon enough, however, and switched from casual to professional mode on a dime when he did so. He allowed neither malice nor cordiality to find a home on his features. Promptly he replied, ”That is the right choice. If you’re serious, apologize like a person to everyone you feel you’ve wronged, so they can see you’re more than a living weapon. Don’t make it anything public or special. What’s really remarkable is that three days of thinking have gone by before you came to this conclusion. Three days is a long time for insults and challenges to sink in, and stain permanently, be they from you or your master. Before you make any apologies, however, I ask you this: what exactly has my guild misunderstood about you?”

Nero the Genie – Infirmary

@oblivion666

Sagelike, the dark mage absorbed every ounce of what excuses, explanations, and artful dodges Malice could make. His veneer of venerability nearly veered into vexation when she voiced her eventual goal of becoming a Wizard Saint. Before pursuing that, however, he spared a sidelong glance at Zephyr. ”Candyhead’s fallen in love, has he? True love is, I find, like a brick: either it hits you like one, or you’re dumber than one for thinkin’ it’s there when it isn’t.”

A blankness settled over his face. In his eagerness to dis Zephyr he forgot about the Wizard Saint business. Shrugging, he opted to instead address Malice’s inquiry. ”I ask because I care, my good miss. If you’re inclined, I do have a sort of guildy thingie in the works. An independent guild, three strong. Me, Eve, and Aya. We’re a ragtag buncha misfits but we’re gonna do some serious good for people. You’d fit right in.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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