Lugubrious

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

@Eviledd1984@Gentlemanvaultboy@Lurkerlurks@Lazy Rocktime@Dark Eternity@Lugubrious@Keksalot Reminder to you guys to continue posting as and when appropriate.

@Altasaire This guy's not been online at all for nearly a fortnight. No idea what's happening with him, so.

@BCTheEntity

Caught me just as I was working on a post.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Oh yeah, during the VGNB mission, we acquired an SUV from the Dodici.

We're working under the impression that we brought it back with us, so is there a garage or something at Beacon?

@Crimmy

Not to my knowledge. All I'm aware of is an airship dock, and the location of the school on top of a cliff. The best option might be to leave it somewhere in Vale close to the airship hub.

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

<Snipped quote by Lunarlors34>

Not much is that known about it. I think its like a spiritual peace thing between all.

@Oblivion666

It's just something Zenyatta says when he ults.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Henry

While the Marine's besuited ally did not turn up, Henry was acutely aware that his efforts to keep his enemy away and get the others to join in the fight did not turn out to be as fruitful as he hoped. Before five seconds had passed, the wall blew apart again, this time in a plume of fire and a blast of concussive force. On reflex Henry recast the curse that turned back time for an object in an attempt to repair the wall again, but nothing happened. The dark mage chuckled dryly to himself, remembering the time that he used the same curse to fix bowls broken by Sumia's in a moment of clumsiness. When they fell to pieces the next day, his spell had been ineffective. Though Henry couldn't count himself as someone inclined to overthink magic -like Miriel- he guessed that the reversal curse couldn't be recast on something destroyed again. Aww, that's no fun.

Pressing matters lay at hand, however, so Henry put those thoughts on the backburner. The Marine had made it through, rolled to preserve momentum, and was just now getting close. Henry could honestly not decide between using his Elfire tome or casting another Nosferatu. Casting the same spells over and over again started to feel boring, after all. Plus, using Elfire at this range would blow him up as well, and while he wouldn't say no to a couple of burns, he wouldn't be long for the world if he happened to get a critical hit. Then again...

Well, it didn't matter. Henry could turn back time, inflict several illnesses, create illusions, make the Marine's movements slow as mud, or even instant-kill him, but all that took preparation and Henry didn't have seconds, let alone days. He'd underestimated this enemy, and it would cost him. All the same, fear didn't make him take leave of his senses. Though he didn't recognize the weapon being pointed at him, the Marine held it like a crossbow, so Henry would go with that. He, like every dark mage he'd ever met, hated arrows. Wizards of all kinds could wreck shop from far away, but they needed to stand still to do so, and their utter lack of armor meant that arrows had little trouble piercing vital organs. With that in mind, Henry knew what he needed to do.

Adrenaline fueled him as he reached out and grabbed the end of his foe's gun, and with all the strange he could muster he skewed it toward the side. The next instant a deafening noise and a cruel pain lambasted him. He couldn't hear a thing, but he could see that his hand, which he thought would be pierced with an arrow at worse, had been blown to small, bloody chunks. The pain threatened to overwhelm him and send him into shock, but this dark mage was made of sterner stuff. His face contorted in an agonized leer, he laughed maniacally. A blazing fireball appeared in the palm of his other hand, swirling like a tiny star between his fingers, and Henry took advantage of close range to jam the explosive spell into his enemy's helmet.

The force of the fire threw both of them back a short ways, but Henry, who could barely remain conscious and on his feet, instantly knew that something was wrong. A fireball at close range would have killed pretty much anyone, especially someone with armor, but the Marine did not seem very bothered at all. Henry's smile turned to surprise and disbelief. ”Aww? You shoulda been...toast.” He stared at the bloody stump that had been his hand. Death seemed inevitable now. ”Well, shucks, Olivia.” Though still standing, the dark mage was slumped over. A stiff breeze might knock him down.

Too late, a thought struck him. Nosferatu...if I use it, I'll be back in action. He reached with his remaining hand into his robe for the tome, but at far too leisurely a pace.

Birdie

Without further ado, Birdie dug in his feet as best he could to prevent himself from slipping and began to pull. A large hand would close around the metal length of chain and reel it in by about a foot each time before the other would grab hold farther down. The weight of Red on his chain did cause him some strain, but all the same he hauled her up onto the battlements of Castle Town's gate in surprisingly short order.

During this time, though, he did pause once to witness with mouth agape Bayonetta's feat of leaping straight up to the wall. This feat, though remarkable, combined with her extravagant height to further cement the idea was she was some sort of freak to Birdie. When he was finished, the strange woman stood close to him -closer than any other human female might ever care to get- and even sank her elbow an inch or so into his flab in a teasing manner. Though somewhat baffled, he shrugged. [color=yellow]”Nah. Ain't seen this place before.” He took a glance at the town, at which his vantage point atop the town wall afforded him a good view. Something seemed off about the place, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Still, if no skeletons prowled the streets, and there was any chance of a snack at this hour, he wouldn't say no. ”You birds ain't locals? Hum.” Rubbing his scalp, he spied a wooden ramp down to ground level and began to move toward it. ”'Ell of a weird place, this is. Like some kinda fairy tale land.”

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

When you're making good progress on a character but get stuck because you suck at naming spells :)

@Leslie Hall

I can help. I've got a knack for it.

@Lugubrious
I'm sure I've asked this (maybe I haven't) but would Ash even have the guild mark? I thought she was unofficially part of the guild since she has yet to prove herself.

@Lunarlors34

Hm...you're right, actually. I'd forgotten that. But it wouldn't be out of the question for Sanders to grant her a mark because she'd be acting in Frenzy Plant's name during the 'test', and then if she didn't earn it, revoke it later.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Whoops.

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

So sup ducks

@Oblivion666

Strange things are afoot.

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

Harper Saxum – Deadwood Copse

@liferusher@lunarlors34

The far-gone, undead fiend at the far end burned away exceedingly quickly, almost fast enough to mercifully seem as if it had never been, and it left only a smattering of cinders behind. As much as her instincts screamed for her to flee from this foul den of necromancy as soon as possible, Harper knew that since she held responsibility over the other young ladies, she would be the last to move out once again. Ashlyn's rather useless declaration that she had a bad feeling about the whole situation earned her a somewhat sarcastic look of surprise from Harper, but the sight of Thor giving food to the other, less-afflicted undead took the edge off her mood. Crossing her arms, she waited for Thor and Ashlyn to return to the surface, either by magic or by the ladder, before climbing after them herself.

A fresh breeze and a faceful of sunlight would have gone a long way toward shaking off the grim feeling that now cascaded upon the group, but with a storm brewing the dark skies and ominous winds brought little comfort. Wordless, Harper took the initiative to lead the three girls out of the deathly copse and back toward the camp.

The soldiers of Frenzy Plant rounded the back side of a derelict building to cross the narrow ledge by which they arrived only to find someone in the process of crossing it. At first, the ninja was merely surprised, and took no further action since the new arrival didn't seem to have noticed her yet. Only a few seconds passed, however, before that surprise turned to disgust laced with horror. In the sickly light characteristic of a cloud-choked sky, the newcomer -a morbidly obese woman dressed in what looked like an enormous vegetable sack- seemed to have especially pale skin, and prominent, black veins. This realization came just as the bloated villager became aware of Harper's presence, and instantly a scowl darkened her flabby face. “More outsiders,” she growled in a guttural, gargling voice that nobody in their right mind would think could come from a human. “Sorry, my pretties; you ain't gonna be gettin' outta this place alive.” As she said this, a white luminescence began to shine from her eyes. It was a disturbing, ethereal glow that grew much brighter in less than a second. The woman's mouth opened unnaturally wide and out of it spewed a blast of noxious gas that instantly blew across the ladies of Frenzy Plant.

Harper's eyes widened. At first she, a ninja for whom poisons and smoke bombs were par for the course, expected the gas to be some sort of toxin, but it wasn't her body that felt the effects—it was her mind. An awful feeling washed over her: the feelings of never being warm again, or happy again. When she closed her eyes she could see an unknown symbol, twisted and angular, and from it radiated the urge to give up and embrace death. No doubt the others would be experiencing the same. Unbeknownst to her, the malignant fog had etched an accursed rune in her mind. She felt no bodily pain, but the agony tormenting her soul threatened to overwhelm her. Through it all, though, she felt something else. It was a burning sensation, not pleasant but not horrible, coming from the sigil of Frenzy Plant on the back of her neck. This feeling galvanized her to act, as it would for the others, and not a moment too soon.

Like some ape out of a nightmarish, the obese woman had thrown herself in the air, flipping once as she did, and now careened down to attack. Her enormous arms, with the weight of both her body and gravity behind them, threatened to crush the heads of Thor and Ashlyn like melons if they did not heed the impetus of the warrior guild's enchanted mark.

Mercury Marowit – Silken Grotto

@hatakekuro@caits

Mercury, in the midst of cleaning off his kamas, watched Gabriel's interaction with his spirits intently. Styling himself as having no magic of his own, the B-ranked warrior always maintained a certain level of intrigue for magic. He saw it as a sort of novelty, and like many novelties, new magics caught his attention easily. When asked if he was hurt, he smirked and shook his head. Oversized bugs were exactly the kind of dime-a-dozen beastie that Frenzy Plant soldiers went out to slay when no proper work was available. Such work both helped to keep ordinary people safe and the skills of the guild's finest sharp. In the scuffle with the spiders, he hadn't taken a single wound. Of course, the others had taken very little if any as well. As scary as they might be, big spiders did not make for formidable combatants. They had to get so close to bite, their defense was so terrible, and their tactics (or lack thereof) were so poor, that they might as well beg for death.

Enma's suggestion of climbing caused Mercury to take a critical look around. As best he could describe it, the grotto was in the rough shape of an onion, or a bun, and the whole through which the trio had fallen lay at the very top. To climb back out, the soldiers would have to not only scale increasingly-sloped walls, but hang from the ceiling, and then reach the vertical tunnel through which to make their escape. Then again, going down did not seem like a good option either. ”Hum. Hey, Enma. Maybe you can open up a tunnel or somethin' with your vibratin' magic?”

Ni Rensa – Bleak Graveyard

@zarkun

The voice of Damian, though not exactly threatening or stunning, startled the vigilant man seated by Willard's grave. He jumped slightly before looking sheepishly at the members of Phoenix Wing and Frenzy Plant. If the two looked closely, they could see that beneath the minor embarrassment lay something else. The visitor's eyes appeared half closed, as if he had just woken up from a deep nap. In fact, one eyelid was slightly lower than the other. His brown eyes were oddly pale, and his veins a strange grayish color. Until now, the soldiers of Frenzy Plant hadn't been close enough to a resident of Belka to see firsthand generally poor health of the townsfolk. Still, this man's appearance and bearing struck Ni as especially quaint, and the poor light thanks to the worsening weather certainly didn't flatter him.

Still, he obligingly began to move himself out of the way so that he wouldn't get in the way. While doing this, he accidentally bumped Eliza, and hurriedly mumbled an apology. “Ah...I'm sorry about that...I lost my glasses, you see...can't see much...without 'em.” He blinked several times as if to prove his sightlessness. Ni, staring at his face in curiosity, squinted with her brows furrowed. There was something on his eyelids, too intricate to be a smear of dirt, but she couldn't tell what it was. Instead, she watched as the man seated himself on a rock, his arms hanging limply by his sides. “You don't mind...if I stay here a while, do you? My head hurts...” The childish complaint trailed off, and he stared at the sky. Off in the distance, there came a flash of lightning. Most eyes would turn to glance at it, but any still on the grave's visitor would see in the bluish illumination that his face was deathly pale...and that what looked like an old villager's wrinkled were actually burn marks on a young face.

The sound of thunder echoed across the landscape. Behind it followed the sounds of crows in flight, cawing uproariously. In less than half an hour, the storm would be here.

Bytan Brass – Frenzy Posse

@oblivion666@liferusher@raijinslayer@caits

The small troupe of Frenzy Plant soldiers perused the marketplace, looking for anything out of the ordinary. An overwhelming amount of red herring awaited them. In a remote town like Belka, there existence so many unique quirks and customs that to an outsider, everything might look crazy or suspicious. Despite their differences and their varying degrees of regard for their comrades and Belka's citizens, Riona, Ike, Argus, and Bytan handled things as professionally as they could. After about twenty minutes, they discovered a being part ghost and part animal that Ike and Bytan could instantly identify as one of Gabriel's celestial spirits and a clue to his whereabouts: Bear. Bytan signaled the others in case they didn't see, and led them as they approached the spirit.

Before they drew close, however, Bytan's practiced senses picked up the sound of someone running. He turned to see a scrawny, bushy-haired man in a dirty cleric's robe sprinting toward them, clearly in some sort of distress. The soldier frowned but turned to face him. As he drew closer, the stranger could be clearly seen to be hurt, afraid, and flushed from either exertion, drink, or both. His robe, undone in the front, revealed a bruise on his chest. Bytan recognized him easily as Lyric, the fight-picking, booze-addled 'bouncer' of the chapel near the graveyard. This revelation caused a frighteningly severe frown to appear on his face. ”You again.” the old man said to the haggard local. ”If you're looking for round two, you're an even bigger moron than I thought.”

The man wheezed before replying, “No sir! I'm sorry sir! It's just...haaaah...it's just, there's a problem at the chapel, not long after you left! I was lickin' my 'urts over in the...well, away from the chapel, and I sees these weird, sick-looking folks walkin' toward the place. After a sec I go after 'em, but they get inside, and I 'ear these 'orrid screams...whoever they was, they's killin' the clerics!” A gruff, despairing sob escaped him. It was evident of true terror. “I ain't much of a man...I dunno what to do. I 'eard you talkin' 'bout some sorta evil in this town. If it's 'ere, then that's it, plainer than the nose on my face.”

Bytan appeared conflicted. He could tell that Lyric, scoundrel though he was, wasn't lying. The chance to take decisive action lay before him, but he could not stomach the idea of leaving his ally behind. His old mind raced to formulate a solution as a leader, and he stroked his whiskers out of habit despite knowing that now was a terribly time to try and appear sagacious. ”I see. Ike, continue to Gabriel's Bear and find out from it where our friends are. Riona, get back to camp on the double and ask General Sanders to get everyone up in arms. Then make for the chapel. Argus, the two of us are going there now. My guts tell me that the storm is just about to hit, and when it does, everything's going to go to hell. Let's move!”

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Birdie

At first Birdie didn't know what to make of the request, but as he thought about it he became more inclined to oblige it. He couldn't think of a good reason to refuse, even if he was a little winded. Plus, ingratiating himself to some of the weirdos around here might help him out in the long run. Then again, the really tall woman seemed rather like the type who would just use him as long as it was convenient and then never again give him the time of day. In his meager experience, tall women tended to be more domineering and callous—especially Chun-Li. The thought made him frown. Well, whatever. Standing up, Birdie revolved a chain like a lasso before hurling it down in the general direction of the women below. With nothing to wrap around, it fell limp on the dirt. In order to be pulled up, either Red or Bayonetta would have to grab it and wait for him to haul them up. Birdie knew he could do it, and felt that such a masculine display might earn him a little long-awaited respect.

Henry

Though Henry could not be said to look very intimidating, his reaction to the killer intent surging from the Marine was telling: his grin did not waver, and he made no attempt to move out of the way. His practically-closed eyes betrayed nothing even as the armored brute charged forward, throwing his weight into the dark mage. Again, Henry didn't quite know what was happening until it was done. A soft cracking noise could be heard as he was stunned, crushed against, and then abruptly smashed through the wall. Pieces of it scattered across the dirt and young man fell among them, disengaged from his enemy for a split second. The next instant a vicious blow struck him, knocking his head to a truly agonizing angle but not transmitting the force to send someone flying. After all, a strike to a non-static area far removed from his center of gravity couldn't possibly move him. All the same, anyone could see that his jaw had been broken, but against a blow that would have knocked unconscious a professional wrestler the dark mage did not faint.

The Marine approached, ready to finish what he'd started. Henry couldn't quite close his mouth, but to the best of his ability he giggled and whispered, ”It hurts...so nice. But...checkmate!” Unwittingly, the overzealous soldier had played right into his hands.

Henry snapped his fingers.

By coming so close, the Marine triggered both of the wounded dark mage's passive abilities—Hex and Anathema. Combined, the two served as a double-pronged arcane focus system, attuning Henry to his opponent and significantly increasing the likelihood that his various magics would succeed. The same malefic shower of dark energy rained down on the Marine again. Despite how much it hurt him previously, it would not kill him. Instead, the vampiric damage dealt to him would soothe Nero's wounds, magically healing his back, neck, and jaw. If Henry had estimated his health to be about a third of normal, it now definitely lay above half. This comprised only the first part of his plan, however.

The snap of Henry's fingers triggered one of his curses, one seldom cast in combat but undeniably useful. Pieces of wall lying on the grass suddenly lifted up and flew at high speed straight toward the Marine. While blades were useless against armor, blunt impacts were more effective by far, and even if individual pieces of wall wouldn't hurt the Marine much, a hail of them headed straight for him would at least carry him back. In fact, Henry expected that they wouldn't hurt him at all, even after taking a pair of Nosferatus, but as the wall raced to reconstruct itself thanks to his curse, he thought that the wave of wall would carry his magic-afflicted enemy back with it and into the shack from whence he came. Then, Henry and the Marine would be standing on opposite sides of the wall again, both worse for wear but the latter more so. The young man smiled widely, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. ”All according to plan.” That said, he knew how much danger faced him, and hoped that Denys inside the shack would be able to help.

At that moment, Henry realized that he'd left one important part out of his scheme. Wait...that meathead had an ally! How could he be so careless? Henry glanced around for any sign of the Spy.

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

The initial excitement of Souta could only be dulled upon interaction with the first Watcher he found. The ephemeral being's toxic attitude confused and angered him, especially considering that the information he possessed -which he thought to be of extreme importance- was being so trivialized. By the time that the Watcher condescendingly agreed to relay the smith's revelations about the Fifth Seal to the proper authorities, Souta felt as if he'd just gotten off a three-hour tech support call with a not-so-passive aggressive I.T. guy who constantly looked down on him for not always understanding his accent. The mental overload and physical stain gained from the encounter in the library still needled him acutely. Nevertheless, like a weight had been taken off his chest, his spirits rose once he vacated the place where he met the troublesome Watcher behind. Thinking of taking a load off in the room he'd claimed for his own, he left the World Tree chamber and strode through the neglected, empty bizarre marked on the map as the Outworld Market. While on this route, he spotted Mary, and was surprised to find that she wanted to talk to him.

Given the monstrous, demonic form he'd witnessed about twenty minutes ago, he had to admit that he felt a little more wary of his ally. Could it be that he, Hyobanshi Souta, was the only normal person in the whole Charred Citadel? Yet he did not allow his misgivings to affect his demeanor. When she asked, he told all about the visions he'd received, and appreciated her attentive ear. At the mention of Midori, he glanced at the unconscious little demon girl. She did seem to be in a bad shape, and he wondered whether or not he ought to offer his help. Then again, Mary did seem capable, and Souta anticipated that there might be more than a few prideful egos in this place that he didn't want to prick with questions that could be interpreted as roundabout degradations. Ultimately, though, Mary did ask for his help—though on an entirely different matter. Souta permitted himself a wide smile now that he'd been confronted with a problem that he could actually, properly solve. ”Yeah, I can help. I don't know what kind of tools they have here, but if you need a weapon made, I'm the guy. I could even do a Devil or Angel Arm if you've got any souls lying around.” He chuckled at the preposterous suggestion. "So, whaddya got in mind?"