Lugubrious

Pokemon: New World

I might be interested in joining this. One of the RPs I'm in is on the decline, and I have been looking for a Pokemon RP.

What up, Zarkun?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

In the end, there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. Just as the razor-sharp, unfathomable wit of the Margrave expected, Decoy stepped up to handle the intruder. An inkling of disappointment filtered through Elliot's head. In his pocket, his latest ingenious innovation begged to be used, but for now he would be obliged to bide his time. Of course, it wouldn't have been much use against a metal drone, but dealing with it would have been a cinch, anyway. Letting his arms fall, Elliot shrugged, tilting his head to the side slightly as he did to maximize his indifference. For once, though, he said nothing, and a moment later the courageous Collin started speaking, anyway. The boy, two years his junior yet somehow his superior (he thinks himself above I?), more or less backed him up in his flawless estimation of the situation, but halfway through vindicating Elliot, Collin paused, his previously unbothered face seized into a mask of shock.

He then uttered a sorry excuse for a swear that left Elliot to agape to gripe before Collin was already halfway down the hallway. ”Bleck,” he mumbled as he began to pick up speed. Could you say anything less cool? Most kids love cursing nowadays.” Still, if something set off Sonar's sonar, that meant something was afoot that could probably be solved by excessive force. The thought of a little excitement was more than enough to put a little spring in Elliot's step as he followed. One hand he jammed in his pocket as if he were strolling on a breezy day, and with the other, his ears abuzz with Collin's explanation, he grasped his brow to prevent his blinding speed from sending his cap sailing off. For all of the derision slung his way, the Margrave would be the first on the scene and the last one left standing. Well, after Collin. He was the only one who knew which way to run, after all.

Of course, this entire rush went to waste when the Wards surged into the elevator, barely a stone's throw away from the training room. Refusing to allow his bubble to be burst, Elliot kept his hands and his stance exactly the same even as he stood still in the descending elevator car, ready to sprint out and keep running as if nothing had every happened. Even when an odd noise issued from Evelyn, and odd behavior followed, he didn't even look at her. His performance in the upcoming moments would be vitally important. With a power like his that commanded denigration rather than respect, and which had limited application, any second in a fight could be his last. The trick would be to appear to be full of confidence even if none sustained him.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I believe I'll throw up a new post tomorrow.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Lugubrious Yo my character (and every other ward) clearly don't like Margrave, but I absolutely love reading the IC posts for Margrave. It's actually hilarious, and wonderfully written~

@solokolos

Glad to hear it! That's what I was aiming for.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I have no plans for any contests at the moment. I might be able to drum something up, but if anyone has an idea, I'm all ears.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@LokiLeo789 Most of my characters are literally named after songs.

@Double Capybara

I didn't know your characters were Stands.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Don't want to be pushy, @Prince of Seraphs, but we could probably use an update.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Though prepared to follow in the footsteps of Epsilon and fulfill the command of the senior capes by making tracks to the training room, Elliot paused to glare balefully at Dean for a split second. Without cease, the pigment-devoid scarecrow had antagonized him as long as they'd known one another. A rivalry was one thing, but did this kid really think it necessary to encapsulate the newcomer in their squabble? ”Not yet you're not...” he murmured in a low voice beneath his breath. He intoned this comment, impossible for the other boy to hear, as though a movie-camera had zoomed in on his disdainful face so that the audience might grasp the depth of his feud. The next instant, however, Tulpa made her own move. The instant she began to speak, Elliot began to bristle. When she moved to touch him, his arm flashed out like a striking cobra, batting her arm away before it got close to his shoulder. ”D-don't test my patience, newbie. I'm someone you'll want on your side.” His tone shook only slightly, mostly making how floored he was inside. Even in this tinderbox of egos, nobody had gotten that mean with him that quickly. And she was calling him the stick in the mud? The real question was why anyone around here couldn't let a guy have his fun. Not that 'having fun' was what he was doing. Obviously. No matter...she, too, would fear him in time.

Fate did not afford him much time to ruminate over this most recent slight, however, as Sonar appeared with dire news. Aghast, Elliot's eyebrows flew up, only to drop down soon after and complete a look of grim determination. ”Well, whoever it is shall not be intruding for long!” he declared as he cracked his knuckles, only for Dean to rush past him, drawing his blade as he did so. Truth be told, Elliot didn't think this situation would amount to much, given the kind of control that Decoy wielded over the place. Still, a little bit of action would serve to convince the newbie how cool and capable the Wards -and Elliot, specifically, were. That is, if Dean's little sword tricks didn't steal his thunder. Did the guy really not know how to savor a good moment? In this business, when the scenery needed a good chewing, the real winners spared no expense. Still, on the off chance that there might be some sort of threat, odds were that Ira would need the talents of her mysterious ally Margrave to save the day. Without a second's further hesitation, Elliot sprinted after Collin and Dean.

En route, Collin used his power to describe the conversation to everyone. The intruder's words did not strike Elliot as especially sinister, but he kept staunchly quiet as he followed. Within the minute, the team's grand leader barged through the door, flooding the hallway with the range's bright illumination and revealing the cause for alarm. A spy drone? Elliot analyzed it with steely eyes. Something so small could scarcely be a dangerous weapon, but then again, information could be the most dangerous weapon of all. In his pockets, Elliot's secret weapons felt almost hot, begging to be used. After Dean said his piece, the Margrave chimed in, holding one flat hand up on the opposite side of his head as if ready to deliver a karate chop—or to unleash unimaginable power. ”For the sake of my allies I am restraining my burning fury...do not give me cause to loosen my grip, interloper!” He cast a weary glance to Dean, who evidently thought that a thin bit of tempered steel wielded by an underweight 17-year-old would be enough to seriously damage a high-tech, super-compact flying machine. After this, however, Elliot composed himself to listen.

He could understand feeling alone and unwanted. Elliot never knew true hardship, he had to confess, but in his own ways he suffered nevertheless. The edgelord in him wanted to spout something like, 'a likely sob story!' but he couldn't bring himself to this time. In fact, he didn't know quite what to do, but he felt it entirely appropriate to do nothing at all. After all, what authority lay with him? Did this mean that there would be a fight, or a new Ward on the team, or nothing it all? It truly didn't matter. Elliot could do nothing, so he saw no reason to worry or get involved. Whatever came his way, he'd roll with the punches. Even if something embarrassing happened, or this new girl decided to bully him too, he wouldn't give up one inch. That's what it takes to earn respect. If it worked in high school, it'll work here. He found his thoughts returning to Tulpa, this time wielding the scalpel of discernment. 'He's telling the truth, it's got no weapons. Just a camera, some stuff to help it move, and a speaker or two'....those were her words. Exactly how could she know? Elliot postulated that her power might be some sort of limited omniscience, precognition, or maybe x-ray vision. The very thought made the muscles of his face tightened in restrained bitterness. Even imagining powers cooler than his rubbed him the wrong way.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

By the way @Lugubrious, just out of curiosity, what is the plan for Priscilla seeing as her player has disappeared into the warp?

@Guess Who

She'll be an NPC, controllable by players on the same team as they see fit.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel Fulgurate

The very instant Abel replaced his scroll in his pocket, the tone rang out that signified the arrival of a new message. That quickly? He slipped the device out again, leaning against the wall as he did. Sapphire? Should have known. Unfortunately, she did not want to join the group, citing some other responsibility to concern herself with. He didn't know whether he believed her, but if she thought she needed rest or solitude, that was that. Abel quietly bemoaned this turn of events. While his team did not share the friendliest dynamic around, he wanted with absolute sincerity to get over this rockiness and reunite with the people that were supposed to be his brothers in arms—especially Sapphire. The blue-haired leader of Swansong had only herself to blame for her current relationship with her teammates, but that didn't mean that Abel wanted her excluded. Even if she treated him coldly, he felt inclined to try and be a proper comrade for her. She was, after all, his partner. Fate had brought them together in the Emerald Forest, and the guardian wasn't one to give up on fate so easily.

Still, he could look forward to joining the boys, at least. Moving quickly now with great strides, Abel made tracks to the airship docks. On the way, he stopped when prompted by his scroll to check his inbox again. Suddenly excited to be headed out and doing something in the city of Vale, a place almost totally new to him, he read the message's contents, popped the scroll back into his pocket, and resumed his saunter with something on his face dangerously close to a smile. “Now we've got a plan,” he ruminated aloud. “The wheels are turning!” In no time at all he found himself squinting slightly in the late afternoon sun, just starting to go to gold. Heart light, he headed for the airport.

Almost immediately he spotted Shiro. Altering his course for his faunus friend, he raised an arm to shout a greeting. As he did, though, his eyes chanced to land upon the people right around him, and his shout died in his throat. At least, it tried to; something malformed, never meant to see the light of day, rose from the grave and squirmed out instead. “Auehh?!” Of all things he might have seen, he did not expect to find Sepia and...Krysanthe. What was she doing here? Not that he didn't want to see her, but...he wasn't ready! After showering, he'd paid absolutely zero attention to his hair, and while he very seldom fretted about his appearance, the fact seemed awfully conspicuous all of a sudden. Feeling like a big goon, he took a few seconds to compose himself. Could she have heard that goofy grunt? No, no...she was too far away, for certain. At that moment his scroll went off again and, grateful for the distraction, he browsed the new updates from Gren, two in rapid succession. On closer inspection, the second text looked to be for him alone. Sneaking a glance back toward the group, he recognized that Sepia did, though he wouldn't have immediately noticed on his own, seem to be in some sort of distress. “Thanks, buddy,” he mumbled as he ducked behind a planter. As fast as he could, he ran his fingers through his hair, effectively combing it back into the realm of civilized hair.

Abel took a deep breath, straightened himself up, and strode back into the open. With his left hand back in his pocket, he made his way toward Shiro, Sepia, and Krysanthe at a leisurely pace, trying to seem neither too eager nor too flippant. Once in range, he greeted them, “Hey! Good evening!” Only at that moment he realized that if he just barged in, he might upset Sepia somehow. Sweating on the inside, Abel gave his best attempt at a smile, and sidled closer to the other students. He maneuvered his way farthest away from Sepia, ending up somewhere near the middle between Krysanthe and Shiro. His hands clasped behind his back, not unlike the stance of a butler or bellboy. In earlier years he'd learned that such a position made him seem attentive and ready to lend a hand if need by, but removed and noncommittal at the same time. Standing like this, even a huge man could seem small, and even a big dolt could seem useful—at least, so he hoped. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he'd entered into a thick silence. “I..I hope I'm not intruding?” He murmured to Krysanthe, judging that staying totally silent after just arriving would be the weirder course of action.