Lugubrious

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

@liferusher I trust you've had a good rest? Keep in mind you will need to post at a higher frequency if you want to remain with us.

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

'Restless' couldn't even begin to describe the night's sleep enjoyed by Souta. While the Watchers dutifully provided some furnishings to spare the denizens of the Citadel the stone floor, they amounted to little more than a sleeping bag made of some sort of spongy material that, while not unpleasant, was a far cry from cotton, feathers, or much of anything familiar to Souta. He ended up sleeping on top of it, discovering instantly the intolerable warmth of the interior even with his jacket and shirt removed. Furthermore, sleeping in a new place always made Souta uncomfortable for a few nights, and these inhuman surroundings expounded upon his unhappiness. When he awoke to the sound of a Watcher's nagging, he found no way of figuring out how much time had passed, and he realized how badly he'd taken coffee and a morning shower for granted. Groaning, he summoned water from his hoodie to clear his head -literally and figuratively- before getting up. The mess hall, devoid of attendants, contained hard bread and meal with water. Why had he not thought of this before signing up?

Changing circumstance soon brought his mind off the tragedy that was his awakening. Donning his hoodie, he prepared along with others to enter a portal of the World Tree, though to be frank the briefing of Panoptos went in one ear and out the other. He did catch the word 'library', however, and in short order found himself in one—one about a billion times nicer than the sad, neglected excuse of a bookroom to be found in the Charred Citadel. He walked at the back of the small group, allowing the old one to lead the way with his little candlelight. Blinking at the sunlight, he knelt down to grab a book and open it, curious. Its text appeared indecipherable, though this didn't surprise him; be it an eldritch language or calculus, Souta did not have a gift for strange symbols. ”Ey,” he said out loud, calling for attention. ”If this place is abandoned, we oughta think about grabbin' some stuff for the Citadel library. All this stuff won't do anyone any good here.” To prove his point, he stuffed the tome into a side pocket, where it bulged conspicuously.

The sudden attention of Mary surprised him and left him unsure how to react. He seldom felt interest in or interacted with tall women, being of only average height himself, and even at his best he never quite approached the suave charmer seen in all the movies. Having not paid too much attention at the meeting the day prior, he did not instantly remember her name, though she seemed to recall his. ”Uh...yeah. That's me.” Scratching at his stubble, newly arisen for want of a razor, he said, ”Nah, I'm not with Gilgamesh. I'm a designer for Regalia, one of Gilg's partners. Like...a corporate blacksmith.” He smiled slightly, pleased that he could form words despite still being a little muggy. ”Sune's the Gig representative. Who are you?” He abruptly cleared his throat, as if his blunt question had been its fault. It also bought him time to try and remember her name. ”I mean, you're with the Demon Hunters, right, Muh, uh, Molly? So, a real fighter.” She certainly looked like a warrior, in a roundabout sort of way; he imagined that deadliness lurked beneath her elegance. Tales of prominent Demon Hunters often made him aware of his own combat ability.

At that moment, he also remembered that the Charred Council had sent him here to find something, not dally around and talk. He cast a glance at the rune-wreathed door, concluded that it must be important, and began toward it at a pace that indicated Mary should come along.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Can you tell school is starting to stress people?

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

<Snipped quote by Zarkun>

I'm more the. Positive I haven't been told of it. I have no recollection of it, and there's no pm about it.

@Caits

Didn't tell you. It's not as big a deal as you might otherwise think, and it's a subplot for Frenzy Plant only with Damian's participation optional. Since it's my guild, I didn't figure that I needed more than one GM's approval--Zarkun's.

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

Cormorant Sanders – Frenzy Plant Stands

@Zarkun@hatakekuro@oblivion666@lunarlors34@liferusher@Caits@Raijinslayer

As little as he cared to give audience to the Blade of Phoenix Wing, Sanders heard in Damian's voice and saw writ in Damian's face something approaching contrition. To his credit, though, he very nearly succeeded in masking it. Even in the middle of an apology, Sanders' guest would not let his pride recede a single inch. ”That is true. Hyun's defeat meant a lot to her and to us, and the challenge issued after it stank of gloating, mockery, and impunity. It was ill-advised, but making errors in the heat of the moment is only human. Jamie's tirade of derision came in a moment of clear-headedness, making it sting all the more. That will be forgiven far less easily, but even for you, making amends is not the work of a few words. By now you've heard a Frenzy Plant saying: talk is cheap. Bonds start with deeds. If you want...?”

At Damian's side, a young woman appeared. Her lithe, slender form had allowed her to navigate through the crowds with relative ease, for she came with an air of utmost urgency. By now she could be identified as Eliza, the usually somber and sharp-tongued Cross Sync sorceress practiced with the sais. Very rarely did she make much of a presence in public, but now she bore a look of terror, ”Sir. The rumor is true. I got in and out unscathed, but I've never been more frightened. If you want to stop it before it's too late, I say we...uh, suggest we move immediately.”

She waited with wide, worried eyes as an expression of grave seriousness settled over the General's face. One could practically see the gears turning at a frenzied pace, and it wasn't long before he replied, ”That is bad news. You're right in your suggestion, Lieutenant. We'll leave the competitors behind but everyone else must go. I'll trust in your thunder to get us moving.”

Eliza nodded, and closed her eyes for a moment as if concentrating. When she opened her mouth, a frightening roar echoed across the entire section of seating, ”FRENZY PLANT! ALL NON-COMPETITORS MUST LEAVE THE ARENA IMMEDIATELY! COMMANDER'S ORDER! LET'S MOVE, SOLDIERS!”

Her immense shout took effect immediately. Those who weren't frozen for a moment in shock got up immediately, and as one mass every member of Frenzy Plant deserted the area, leaving concessions behind. Sanders studied Damian briefly and said, ”This may be the opportunity you need to earn forgiveness. You may join us.” Only Zander, Indigo, Owen, Demetri, and Hyun remained. Nandy Rewman, muttering his intentions, took off sprinting in the direction of the infirmary. When he arrived, he quickly moved to the bedside of Thor, who had been healing nicely for a few hours now. “Thor!” He shook her gently. “We've got to go! There's something wrong and all of Frenzy Plant has been called!”

Meanwhile, the entire platoon convened at the entrance to the arena, interrupting the pre-battle banter of Riona and Ash. Sanders, who seldom moved this quickly, arrived at the rear of the group and wasted no time declaring, ”Soldiers! Head to the camp at a brisk pace, but do not run. We've got a long way to go. As we walk: Eliza. Tell us what we're doing.”

The platoon jogged down the street, a crowd that stopped not for pedestrian, obstacle, or vehicle. Through the general hubbub came Eliza's explanation, firm but not as loud as her earlier yells. ”There have been rumors for some time about a plague in a city way west of here called New Iguunale. They haven't held much water for a while, but recently, something new popped up! Apparently the worst cases escaped their containment in the city, beginning an infection and fleeing before a quarantine could be established!” She paused as she nearly tripped over a loose brick. ”Agh! And these carriers weren't seen until recently, in a little town known for its medicine that's much closer, called Belka! Sanders asked me to go there, get in, and see if the claims were true! And they were! Things have gotten bad! There's no known cure, even from magic, and the infection has consumed Belka! It's making people crazy and violent, like animals! I...” She stopped herself, clearly hesitant, and decided to not go down that path. ”Anyway, if this plague spreads, everything could go to hell! We're going to Belka and getting rid of the plague one way or another!”

On the way, the large group was joined by Nandy, Morimato Tsubano, and Thor, delayed by the infirmary. Argus, who being privy to a vision lacrima of the arena almost certainly saw the departure of Frenzy Pant, probably arrived as well. They arrived at the camp satisfactorily quickly, and with a practiced efficiency began to break camp, prepare weapons, and so forth. In the camp they found Gabriel, and informed him of he situation. Sanders also elected to free Isla, telling her that she would be earning her freedom by helping Frenzy Plant with this mission, as well as Rune, mostly recovered from whatever it was that troubled him but still gripped by a vague sort of trace. Though a great deal of unease surrounded the situation, one thing was sure: Frenzy Plant was on the warpath.

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

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

You saw my PM I trust?

@Zarkun

Yes.

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

Actually @lunarlors34 and @oblivion666, keep in mind that even the best-laid plans may sometimes fail. I'm about to stir the pot.

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

@Lugubrious Did I miss the post where Indigo led the two girls outside for their fight?

@Oblivion666

No, I didn't make one because I figured it would be a waste of time. You and @lunarlors34 take care of it.

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.