Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Blizzard made a Dark Souls reference for their new map.

@Guess Who

It tickled me when I found out.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Nobody on the whole street moved a single muscle. Wide-eyed, Vinnie looked at each of the four, one after another. They hadn't actually frozen, but they might as well have. Despite the threats and boasts thrown back and forth, and the various expressions between smirking and disdainful, nobody seemed willing to make a move. The standoffish seconds sludged by, slower than molasses out of a jar, but the angrier of the two women eventually spoke up. ”...What's the matter? Those look like close-range, power type Stands. Aren't you going to get a little closer? Surely you're not afraid of my little teapot?” From inside the spout of that oddly-shaped spirit, a tongue slid out and blew a raspberry at its user's opponents. Vinnie blinked in confusion. Stands? he wondered.

He was not afforded much time to ruminate. Across from the women, the man in sunglasses reached into his pocket. Vinnie half-expected to pull out a gun, but instead he produced a ball peen hammer. When he held it up, the ghostly gladiator plucked it out of his fingers and held it at chest-level before proceeding to tilt his head over it. From the round holes in its extravagant metal helmet came a cloud that resembled someone's breath on a frosty morning, which covered the little hammer in a swath of mist. Before Vinnie's onlooking eyes, the hammer visibly morphed, becoming longer and larger until it looked just like a medieval warhammer he might see at a renaissance fair. By the time the gladiator handed the warhammer back to its summoner, he was already walking forward. ”Guess I might as well, miss Melody. If you could have attacked me all this time, I'm sure you would have. If I'm right, though, you Solution Sisters are master assassins, not direct fighters. Since you haven't turned tail and bounced off back into your base, I bet you've got some trick up your figurative sleeves. Eh, Dwayne?”

On cue, the other man walked forward behind him, his hands in his pockets. A more nervous energy radiated from him, making it seem like he wanted to run at his enemies rather than walk slowly. Nevertheless, the freakish butcher followed behind him, floating forward and dragging its knees noisily on the ground. Adjusting his glasses, he replied, ”Don't get cocky, Wyatt. We're going to school these bimbos so bad they have to run crying back to their little hideout, but the big cheese will be disappointed if we got roughed up.” Now the two pairs stood only thirty feet apart. This entire scene took place only about the same distance from Vinnie's hiding spot. He saw Dwayne's eyes narrow. ”Enough standing around—it's battle time! I think I'll make the first move. Sky-!”

Moving suddenly, the pigtailed woman robbed him of the chance. ”Not this time. Heads up!” She seized her champagne glass and hurled it straight at the man Vinnie now knew to be Wyatt, distracting Dwayne as well. In response, his gladiator lashed out with the warhammer to destroy it, but the cup impossibly altered its trajectory in midair. It flew straight for Wyatt's face, its rims glinting like a curved knifeblade. At the last possible second, the sunglasses-wearing man reached up and grabbed it, halting it just an inch away from his skin. ”That the best you got, Harmony?”

The grin on Harmony's face looked positively venomous. ”Laugh while you still can, dickhead. How do you feel?”

In fact, Wyatt was swaying slightly. His spirit faded away as he gazed at the glass with an oddly serene expression. From his hiding spot, Vinnie could see a golden fluid inexplicably filling up the cup. He also saw silent fury engulf Dwayne's features, and only a split second later he was charging forward with his spirit flying ahead. ”Enough cheap tricks! Time to learn that victory goes to the strongest! It's humiliation time!” Lynyrd Skynyrd's razor fingers extended toward Harmony, who'd swapped her sadistically gleeful sneer for a face of sudden panic.

”You think I'm gonna let you-!” Melody's teapot smashed into the butcher's head, knocking it sideways. Dwayne's own head mimicked the motion, and his glasses nearly flew off to reveal eyes full of pain. ”Bully my little sister while she's working her magic? Bottoms Up, take it!” The stem of the nightmarish teapot split widened, showing itself to be a lamprey-like maw. Vinnie heard a sucking sound, and from Dwayne's skin all over his body a fine red mist flew out and into the teapot. Dwayne nearly toppled on the spot, just barely keeping his balance. ”Feeling woozy?” Melody taunted. ”That's a lot of blood I got. Now the only thing you're stronger than is a termite.” She sauntered over to him, her hands on her hips, delighting in his baleful expression. ”Time to say 'goodbye'...ugh!”

Crying out in alarm, Melody slumped down and fell into a sitting position. Behind her, the spirit called Lynyrd Skynyrd looked down at her quizzically. Around its fingers were strips of blue peelings. Dwayne chuckled darkly. ”I hate it when people get cocky...I'll deal with you in a minute.” He turned around just in time to see Harmony barreling toward him with fists raised. She threw a series of wild slugs at him, but the arms of his Stand materialized around him to fend off each one. ”What! Did you! Do!”

In response, Dwayne threw his hand out, grabbing onto Harmony's face and pushing her away. Surprised, she stumbled backward, barely keeping her feet. ”Simple,” her attacker told her, his words slightly muddled due to the loss of blood. ”I skinned her of her sense of balance. She's really disoriented. Man, casting a spell on Wyatt makes me mad. What am I gonna do with you...?” An idea dawned on him. ”Oh, oh! Those are good. Skynyrd, skin her bowel control away.”

Harmony's eyes widened. ”You wouldn't...!”

Lynyrd Skynyrd lunged forward and swiped at her with its arm. Its razorlike fingers passed straight through her head without harming her, though when they exited, they carried a peeling with them. Instantly Harmony shrieked, her face flushed with rage and shame. A foul smell wafted on the breeze, and Vinnie blanched. Had that really just happened? Streaming tears and curses, the woman bolted back toward the building from which she came and disappeared inside.

Another chuckle came from Dwayne as he turned back to Melody, who appeared very dazed. ”There's nothing quite like taking something beautiful and vain, and ruining it. I thought of something for you, too. Skynyrd, it's go time!” Obligingly, the Stand swiped at the sitting woman, removing a long yellow peeling from her. Instantly she began to change. Her corset bulged before popping, and out spilled a fat gut that grew larger by the second. It surged over her hips, turning into massive love handles and a doughy paunch that hung down over the front of her pants. Roll after roll piled up on her sides. Meanwhile, her legs grew thicker and thicker until the cloth of her pants began to pull apart. Her rear grew exponentially, and her already impressive bust doubled in size. Extra chins formed beneath her first, and while her face grew round her arms turned sausage-like. In a span of seconds, she'd gone from slender to massively obese—over 400 pounds. Vinnie looked in fear and disgust at the man who'd caused this, who now laughed madly. ”Ahahahaa...the perfect beauty turned perfect whale!” Melody, meanwhile, seemed to be in shock.

Wiping away a tear, he turned to look back at Wyatt, who'd nearly drained the glass of champagne. ”Looks like he's still under. Should have gotten rid of your sister when I had the chance.” He strolled back to his companion. ”Hey! If you can hear me, I'm gonna break that glass.”

Surprise came over him when Wyatt, who he did not expect to be able to answer, said, ”Intense...”

Vinnie didn't understand. Had he misheard? Maybe Wyatt, who definitely seemed to be in some sort of trance, was merely describing the drink. However, Dwayne had frozen as well. After a few seconds, he held up his hand, and Vinnie was shocked to see that his flesh appeared to be bubbling. Dwayne cried it in pain as steam rose from his pores. In seconds the steam turned to jets of red flame, and from the screaming man's eyes, mouth and ears a brilliant, harsh light shone. Then, to Vinnie's horror, he exploded in a ball of fire. In one extravagant flash the man was gone. And all the time, Wyatt looked on with a smile on his face.

Seeing that, Vinnie decided definitely that he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't understand anything about what was happening other than that he was afraid—deathly afraid. Turning tail, he began to run, only to smack right into an invisible wall. The impact sent him backward, and he fell against a garbage can, knocking it over. When he turned around, he found Wyatt looking right at him. Fear rendered Vinnie totally frozen until Wyatt moved his hand to take another drink.

In that moment Vinnie's adrenaline kicked in. Without a second thought he ran, rounding the corner and sprinting into the open door of a closed drycleaner's. This route meant getting closer to Wyatt, but he did it anyway, and was relieved to discover he could get inside with no issue. However, his hope died when he smacked into the invisible barrier yet again only a handful of feet inside the building. Terrified out of his wits, he turned around just in time to hear the man say, ”Floral..”

A tingling sensation ran all over Vinnie's body. The skin on his arms began to itch, and in blind panic he tore open his sleeve. His veins had transformed partially into vines, becoming thick and green. He watched as a flowerbud sprouted from the vein and felt it sucking the vitality from his body. More flowers were appearing—on his limbs, on his body, on his face. Even his vision was turning green, and he sputtered, strangled. Through clouded eyes he watched Wyatt approach the building, only to pause suddenly. Behind the door a being had manifested, one even scarier than he. A conflicted expression came over him; the cup compelled him to go forward, but this new presence compelled him to go back. After a very long, very painful second, Wyatt stepped forward, and the wheezing Back Door Man screamed.

…

When Vinnie woke up, he found no trace of plant matter on him, or of the spirit glass that brought on this awfulness. He was sprawled over a defunct washing machine, and Wyatt was on the ground in front of the building, unconscious. Blearily he beheld the Back Door Man, and as his vision cleared he watched it bow to him before vanishing. “Ohhhhh....” Vinnie moaned, closing his eyes as if to shut out the images. “What the hell...what the hell...”

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

Deadwood Copse

@liferusher@lunarlors34

The way the newer soldiers of Frenzy Plant threw themselves into an endeavor to preserve the life of Harper Saxum would have brought a tear to any eye, for any eyes besides ones clouded by grief and denial could tell that Harper was already dead. In vain Ashlyn and Thor tried to sustain her body with warmth, which blazed on despite the oppressive rain because of the girls' passion. The candle of Harper's life, quick, bright, and fleeting, went out mere seconds after the undead woman's foot reduced her midsection to roadkill.

As Ashlyn watched, a change came over her. The black fog blanketing the ground like swarms of insects brushed constantly against her skin, and though the dying fire provided only fitful light to see by, Ashlyn could tell that her deceased comrade had grown pale. With the wounds cauterized by fire, no more blood came, and what had already streamed out drained into the soil. Her eyes and mouth lay open thanks to her muscles' slackening upon death. Drops of rain mixed into the dirt on her face looked oddly like tears. The eyes themselves were clouded, though less than before. In fact, her eyes appeared almost normal now, though blacker than they had been. While the downpour made it difficult to hear, a minuscule but steady flow of air issued from her lips—most likely whatever was left in her lungs. As the moments wore on, this flow did not abate, but became stronger in a most peculiar fashion. At this point, Ashlyn could almost certainly not help but be confused.

Then that flow reversed.

Greedily Harper inhaled, her chest now moving rhythmically. Her eyes fell shut, but after a moment, opened suddenly and in a most bizarre fashion. Rather than pupils, the inside of her irises contained for a split second the runic sigil that had been embellished on the minds of those within the town by exposure to the foul, sorcerous black fog. Then they returned, not black but a sickly grayish-green. Very slowly her head turned to face Ashlyn, and with eerie deliberation her lips moved, though no sound came out. Were Ashlyn to look down at Harper's torso, she'd see the flesh reconstituting itself, healing piece by piece in a grotesque manner; every strip of damaged tissue wiggled back into place as if they were alive. A surprised expression came over Harper's face as she looked down at herself, even after the grievous wound was completely gone only moments later. Her lips began to move again, faster and faster, until Ashlyn became aware of what she was trying to say.

”Omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod...” Hyperventilating, the thing that had been Harper looked up at Ashlyn. ”Ah...ah...ah...ah...p-please...don't look at me...say something, anything, come on? I'm freaking out right now...”

Mercury Marowit – Belka Market

@hatakekuro@caits

Every hair Mercury had stood on end when a feeling of pure hopelessness smashed into him. His nerves instantly went slack and he fell to his knees beside the others with whom he'd climbed up from the trap; his kamas clattered uselessly onto the gravel. This awful, awful impulse made him want to retch, or perhaps something fouler still. Yet, a power he recognized but did not quite understand burned him. If he had to describe it, he'd say that giving in seemed like a tasty morsel on a plate right in front of him, incredibly appetizing, but when he reached his fingers out to grasp it he could feel a terrible heat radiating from it that warned him away. This vigor originated from his guild mark, and while Mercury knew of nothing special about the mark itself, he got the distinct feeling that the very warrior spirit of Frenzy Plant was galvanizing him to go on. No true soldier could die on their knees rigid in fear; it was time to rise up and fight. The terror eked away, as might fog on a sunny day, and instead Mercury felt pride. Not everyone understood what an honor it was to belong to Frenzy Plant and to fight for it, and Mercury felt that even if he met his demise in fighting whatever tried to drive him to despair, it would be a noble death. He grabbed his weapons and pushed himself to his feet, his knees still shaky but his eyes alight with fervor.

”Yeah,” he told Enma, starting to run. ”Let's make whatever it is sorry it picked a fight with us.”

Graveyard

Ni Rensa, Eliza, Edith Riggs, Kilo, Joakim Fortinbras, Heisty Beardo, Kumbha Yatta, Bytan Brass, Mercury Marowit
Argus Leandros, Ike Riven, Riona Ymir, Damian Gerard, Gabriel, Sengoku Enma
@raijinslayer@zarkun@oblivion666@caits@hatakekuro

The immense pressure issuing from the gargantuan, nightmarish Flesh Giant battered everyone in the vicinity, but Bytan perhaps most of all. The old hero boasted a far better physique than most at his advanced age, but this crushing aura made him feel feeble and weak. At this range, it took all of his willpower to remain standing and with all of his fluids where they belonged. For all this, however, something rose in challenge. Forced to tear his eyes away from the behemoth, Bytan saw with terror that a maelstrom of magic he could only describe as 'beyond evil' engulfed Argus. One question dominated his mind: Is the demon going to kill me before the undead can? If I live, I must tell Sanders: Argus cannot be allowed to survive. This is pure malice. He'll kill us all....

Against all odds, the stygian blackness subsided, and the possessed dread fighter emerged only slightly changed. Bytan gaped, not knowing what to make of it. Somehow, this man hadn't given in to the darkness. It could only have been the Seal of Denial he knew that Sanders intended to have placed on him, but Bytan felt more as if Argus chose not to go on a rampage. He shuddered, but in response to the other man's words, began to draw upon his own magic. Arcane runes formed in the air around him. No time to waste.

Just as the graveyard team of Damian, Ni, and Eliza arrived on the scene, the Flesh Giant took its first step. The act of moving its leg forward alone reduced the remainder of the chapel to rubble, and as it grew closer Ni could see that its lower legs were, in fact, made of legs. Like the roots of a colossal tree the obviously human but nevertheless grotesque limbs splayed in every direction, most feet bearing weight whole others flailed around madly. One gnarled foot crashed down on the body of one of the robed interlopers knocked down by Argus' flame wave, instantly pulverizing it into revolting brownish paste. Ni witnesses Argus' attack, but yet another layer of fear settled over her when she saw that her comrade's physical attack with the knives seemed far more effective on the Flesh Giant than the magical explosions. Nevertheless the night did light up, his great red beacon surrounding the abomination and serving as a signal to his allies. Now, that huge flaming pillar seemed to say. Now is the time to fight.

Frenzy Plant evidently heard the call, for an entire squad of soldiers appeared on the scene soon after. Altogether, a party of fifteen soldiers stood against Belka's horror. The magic summoned by Bytan reached a fever pitch of intensity before a barrage of arcane spears shot out toward the monstrosity, but again each one inflicted woefully little damage to the thing. His voice remarkably steady despite the storm's blustering, Bytan shouted out, ”It's got huge magic resistance. Our best bet is to try and slow it down with our weapons until Sanders and Suede can get here. The Master can make it vulnerable, and Suede can set up a siege engine to knock it down. Ready, soldiers! Attack!”

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

Mad World

@liferusher@zarkun@lazo@kapuchu

For the moment, the wooziness and nausea troubling Souta prevented him from taking action, but his allies pulled themselves together quickly enough to make the first move in this sudden skirmish. Even as they surged forth to attack, the smith was determined to recover and lend a hand. Water swirled around one of his hooks, and he lay the metal against his forehead to douse himself in the refreshing liquid. In his mind, athletes always soaked their faces with water whenever they needed a quick pick-me-up, and this line of thinking seemed to work for him. Though he still felt a little light-headed, he shook himself off and prepared to join the assault.

Of course, by this time the battle had already begun. First off the start line was Lily, wreathed in a startlingly ferocious blaze. A tremendous amount of power concentrated into a singularity of destructive heat between her fingertips, which she then hurled at the enemy. Unfortunately, they felt that heat as well—from the outset, anyone with half a brain could tell that this would not be an easy fight. One of them recklessly hurled itself away from the incoming firebomb, landing on its side and rolling back to its feet without losing momentum. Its opposite on the right simply pounced, crashing toward Wrath. Lily's fireblast hit the remaining monster straight-on, however, and the violent blossom of red and orange consumed it.

But when the short-lived inferno faded away, the creature still stood, though its metal armor had partially melted and its head looked like a scrapheap. On its head, the two horns glowed with heat, but rather than dying down like the heat of a blacksmith's newly-smelted metal, it increased in intensity. All at once, the brilliant, fiery light in its horns vacuumed into its body, and something within the creature changed explosively. Ports blew open all over the thing, and from them gushed streaming flames. When it opened its brutalized mouth, napalm dripped out like saliva. The picture of a charging bull, it careened toward Lily, intent on mashing her into the stony ground.

At the same time, the rightmost beast scrapped with Wrath. As any good creature would, the monster did not simply stand there and take his punishment, but ducked and dodged around with deceptive speed. It waited for the Nephilim to leave an opening, which the use of his enormous and slow-moving sword couldn't avoid forever. When an opportunity presented itself, it punished him for it. In a controlled circumstance, such a cunning creature would have made for an excellent punching-bag with which to improve oneself, but here it presented a deadly threat. Of course, Wrath's physical ability and martial prowess did not leave the beast unscathed. Though swords by nature found a hard counter in metal armor, which could not be cut, Wrath quickly grew better at finding and exploiting chinks in his adversary's shell. Beneath the metal exterior and under-armor were masses of cables and wires which, bunched-up, passed for black flesh. Soon, the creature discovered that continuous damage to its flesh was starting to slow it down, which it could not allow to happen. It hopped back, issuing a low growl as it did so, before bulling forward in a vicious attempt to gore Wrath on its horns.

Monster met monster with tremendous force, but neither the creature nor Fenn gave up an inch of ground. As one might expect of the machine-animal, it was both extremely heavy and strong. Fenn's own remarkable strength outmatched his enemy's, but the situation played out like an elephant versus a bulldozer. One could not truly move the other. In this scenario, Fenn's wits would be the deciding factor.

That, and one other thing. Bellowing like a man possessed, Souta charged in from the side. His Trawlers latched onto the edges of the creature's armor on the opposite side, and with two big tugs the smith vaulted onto the top of the creature. The next moment the chainhooks ensnared the corners of the beast's mouth, causing it to rumble in anger. A series of clicks sounded out from inside its head, and very abruptly its horns tilted up and back, moving from a forward-facing to an up-facing position. The bladelike natural weapons pivoted with such speed that Souta was caught off guard and forced to bring up his water-covered chains to block. The impact stung his hands but did no other damage, though the instant chain met horn the latter began to glow a brilliant blue. Ports popped open all along its body as its core began to shine with the same light. "Yeah? Nice try!" The adrenaline rushing through Souta's veins prevented him from immediately connecting the dots, but by a stroke of luck he switched from his Trawlers to his warhammer Escre, with which he intended to bash away at the creature's face and hopefully give Fenn a good opportunity. He did not take notice of the pressure building inside the monster's body.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Henry

When the voice of a leader reached him, Henry reluctantly abandoned his plan of watching the action unfold and got to his feet before ambling over to join Denys. Though he felt healthy enough at the moment thanks to the healing magic cast by the Kaiser earlier, he produced his Nosferatu tome anyway. Contrary to what one might think, this dark mage held no compunctions about following orders he felt were fair. Anyone could guess that Denys meant to take these freaky newcomers on, and that sat just fine with Henry. Observing from a distance suited someone wishing to learn alright, but now he could take them apart chunk by chunk and see what made them tick. Gleefulness practically radiated from him, perhaps helping to counteract any panic that might have set in to the hearts of the others due to the Big Sister's display of power. "Got you covered!" he assured them.

Without further ado combat began. Denys took the initiative, showing off an admirable Speed, as he rushed to engage the creature whose sorcery had turned the shack to splinters. Henry wasted no time doubling up in a Partner Attack. From this strategic position, a follow-up to an ally's attack could be made from safety, and with numerous other small benefits enjoyed as well. Magic coursed through his being, channeled through the open tome in his newly reformed hand. "Me, me, me!" That malignant purple energy called Nosferatu shone down on the Big Sister like a spotlight immediately after Denys made his attack.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

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Like how exactly?

@Lmpkio

Bayonetta and Doom Guy have had substantial influence over others, most notably Henry and Red. By attempting to continue playing.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

I'm not sure if I should keep going with this RP. With school having already started, and with preoccupation of other RPs, I think I'll have to leave this RP. Pretend my characters didn't exist or something. Sorry for the notice :(

@Lmpkio

That's very unfortunate, considering you've established said characters. Why not at least try to honor your commitment, rather than writing it off immediately?

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

I'm here, of course.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Three GMs and a dude addicted to responsibility will do that to a team.

So Lucius, when is Gren going to evolve into a Lairon?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

We're not allowing secondary characters (unless you already have one) unfortunately.