Lugubrious

Pokemon: New World

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

@Lugubrious, are you accepting any more people into Frenzy Plant? I feel that the whole mercenary guild would be a better fit for the bounty hunter character that will join this RP. I can join through battling a C-Class wizard or have long standing relationships within the guild, either would be fine with me if you would let me join.

@The Wild West

That would be great. Currently, Frenzy Plant is engaged in a dangerous mission, but I plan to move it into its final phase tomorrow and after the boss fight is done you're free to encounter us whenever. I'll look forward to your presence!

EDIT: Either way is fine, but I'd prefer your character finding us for the first time and joining us as a newbie.

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

Mad World

@zarkun@lazo@kapuchu

The vast emptiness that stretched in every direction from the cliff face did not, predictably, deter Panoptos. The emerald-eyed Watcher drifted out into the air, moving parallel to one of the steely strands and running a black, hooked claw along it as he did. However, its shriek was lost in the constant wind against which the Hanging Jungle offered no shelter. As they danced through the tangle, the gusts whistled oddly along the vine-like structures' contours. An observant eye might find with little difficulty that, here and there, the strands sported various damages, differing in style and extent. Some of them appeared crushed, a few cut into, and a couple, contorted bizarrely, even exhibited signs of melting. Against them, the wind practically sang. There existed no shortage of strands hanging straight down, obviously freed from a former purchase higher above. His eyes fixated upon one such draped cable, Uhelei took a running start and leaped from the cliff. Like clamps his hands snagged the vine, and his momentum carried him across the void. The next instant, he let go, and slammed into a thick strange torso-first. Before there could be any doubt of his safety, however, he clambered up. A certain gleam shone in his eyes as he turned back, arms crossed, to face the group.

A question sailed from the cliff to meet him, surviving the rushing air. For a moment the guide stood silent, but he replied soon enough. “I can divide them into three that I know of. First are the climbing things. Vicious, armored, and armed with various natural weapons. Very agile. Some big, some small. Second are the evil spirits. Shapeshifters of shadow. Some control the climbing things. Some attack on their own.” A momentary silence filled the air. When Uhelei spoke again, his voice contained tones of trepidation, as one might use when confessing to have seen a local legend. “Last are the old things. Giant, dangerous nightmares. I pray that we do not see them.”

Panoptos, floating somewhere in the middle of the conversation, waved his arms. ”Yes, yes, yes. Big scary monsters. I'm sure the peons are up for whatever. We've got a schedule to keep, remember?” Eight brilliant eyes aligned themselves into an octagon to stare at the Charred Council's agents. ”Enough dithering. Time to play on the jungle gym!”

He began to move, but before Uhelei could join him, he heard Wrath's question. “It was easy when we had flying beasts to ride. Though still hard. Aside from that, we climb, or ride aerofoils.” He did not offer anything else; after all, even were he in a chatting mood, bringing up the conveniences of the past would not do anything to ensure their future.

On Wrath's left side, Souta lashed out with one of his Trawlers, having already replaced his Escre with them. Despite his visions of Tarzan, he could not help but resort to a less flashy method: the smith, unable to puncture one of the strands with his hooks, had to wind both around a target and snare them together just so he wouldn't lose his grip. Following that, the chains would retract, pulling him toward the strand so that he could heave himself up. Luckily, larger and more horizontal strands could be walked on -albeit carefully- and very small ones could be latched onto with a Trawler, but regardless Souta's heart beat wildly in his throat the whole time. He gave a good account of himself in this perilous situation, but a single momentary slip-up could send him hurtling into the infinite sky below. Some small hope comforted him that, with all of the strands below as well, he could save himself by grabbing another one as he fell, but he had no intent to test that theory.

About five minutes passed, though they could hardly be said to have been uneventful. Navigation alone provided enough stress without thinking of fighting monsters as well. As luck would have it, the agents would not have to wonder for long.

”Say...hear that?” Everyone drew still. For the entire trip thus far, every movement sent vibrations down the vines grabbed, pulled, or stepped on, creating melodic twanging sounds. Now, though, even as everyone was still, the resonance could still be heard—something was vibrating back. Among the strands, movement aside from the regular ripples in the wind could be seen. Souta watched expectantly, knowing that any second now the fight would begin. He strained his ears to hear, but he picked up no sound aside from a steady click-click-click. Closing his eyes, he attempted to determine the direction only to come to a startling realization. Every direction.

As one, the unknown assailants abandoned subtlety. A cacophony of clicking and skittering filled the air; from every direction vile spiders with bodies the size of cars swarmed towards the agents of the Charred Council. Individually they did not hold a candle to the size of Fenn, but they came in droves. “Mygaloth!” came the cry of Uhelei. Souta, standing on a junction between several nearly-horizontal strands that provided reasonably firm footing, intertwined his Trawlers' chains to make a heavy flail with which to batter the bugs into the abyss. Quite unexpectedly, the arachnid he had his eyes on vanished in a greenish flutter, only to reappear mere feet await right in front of him. Souta yelled in surprise, and his power responded. A forceful blast of water exploded out of his hoodie, throwing the monstrous creature back and stunning it long enough for Souta to swing. The power behind his double chain threw the disoriented spider off into space, but to the smith's dismay it warped into another vine farther down. ”They teleport!?” Forgoing his original plan, he banished his Trawlers and resummoned Escre. Two more spiders materialized next to him. On instinct, he manifested a skeleton to body-block for him, and the other received a wild overhead swing before it could bite him. Realizing that this new prey had a bite of its own, the spider moved back a step and raised its sickles to attack. Unable to pause for even a moment, Souta whirled his hammer into the head of the spider grappling with his ghostly skeleton. This time, the monster disappeared, reappearing and staying at a respectable distance away. Souta refocused his attention on his original target, teeth gritted and ready to make paste.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

You want Abel for a cameo? Sure, go nuts.

Pokemon: New World

With that in mind, I will begin working on a character.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lugubrious

I'm not actually talking about a time skip though. I'm talking about the passage of time from night to morning. Is that not something we're gonna do?

@Write

Ah, my mistake. Well, it goes without saying it'll happen eventually. Considering that the players of Krysanthe, Yue, Sepia, Skyra, Abel, Shiro, and Gren would -as best I can tell- like to do this pizza party, though, and that the players of Oswald and Sapphire have some stuff they'd like to do as well, I think it's worthwhile to spend some more time on Friday evening, which IC has only just begun. Plus, it'll give a little more time for those who have yet to finish or return from the missions to catch up and/or debrief.

All the same, I'm sure we'll keep a hold of the pacing and not allow the events to stretch out. Because RTGS will be able to rejoin on IC Monday at the earliest, I'm mindful of not spending too much time in one place.

@Eklispe @Ryonara @SevenStormStyle @Pyrodash888 @harinezumikouken @Lucius Cypher @Prince of Seraphs @Multi_Media_Man

What do you guys think?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Actually can we think about potentially skipping to Saturday (if today in IC is Friday) morning soon?

@Write

Wasn't there some sort of agreement against timeskips if people wanted to use the time for character development and/or interaction?

On another note, has anyone had their character get the message concerning Monday's events?

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

Have no fear--I will have an update shortly.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

A quick question. Team RGTS seems to be about to end its mission. Timeline wise, has a day or more passed in the IC since the missions were supposed to end? I lost track a while ago.

@Lazo

Nope. Time picks up in the afternoon and evening of Friday, mission day.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel Fulgarate

Frozen in his premeditated position, Abel gave a ready ear to the injured faunus girl as she spoke up. Very quickly, she made it apparent that not only was she afflicted by a serious wound, but it was also nothing short of a bullet still inside her. The guardian's muscles on the back of his neck twinged in sympathetic concern, and he bore a face to match. All the same, he remained still and silent. Considering his lack of relevance to the matter at hand, which by now prickled him constantly, he opted to wait until called on. He turned his head as Krysanthe began to speak, giving a little nod of his head in gratitude. Nearby, a slender girl in a maid uniform that Abel did not at all recognize seemed to be provided assistance. He found himself puzzled by her pointed ears, wondering if they were simply oddly shaped or the mark of a faunus, but either way he was grateful for her aid.

Another girl who soonafter called attention to herself, however, drew far less of Abel's appreciation. Out of nowhere, a cat faunus whom Abel had previously seen with KESS, and was thusly almost certainly a member of that team, appeared and demanded to get drunk. A stern look took over the guardian's features. Did Skyra really not have any help to give her grievously hurt teammate, and did she really think that her selfish attempt to redirect her team came at a good time? As much as this rankled Abel, he did not speak up. Her teammates knew her better than he; it would be up to them to rebuke her for this insulting lack of consideration.

Breaking away from these thoughts, Abel rejoined the main conversation midway through a response by the maid. Immediately he refocused himself on listening once again. He'd never demonstrated any affinity for first-aid or medicine in general, but if some pertinent information could lodge itself in his thick head, he thought, it might turn out to be useful. The maid's manner seemed befitting of Beacon staff: professional and bearing the weight of authority without seeming overdone. It surprised him, then, when she introduced herself as not just a new arrival to the school but a huntress in training to boot. With her introduction completed, he felt it inappropriate to be the first one to respond considering his position as a relative outsider to KESS's newfound crisis, and so waited for others to respond first. In the silence that followed, he suddenly became aware of Shiro's ongoing discourse. Actually...how long has he been talking and gesticulating like that? He lent an ear to his friend's shpeal, realizing that he was talking about Sepia and the general situation surrounding her, but he found it difficult to follow his rapid, animated delivery. Instead, he set to wondering. Have I gotten used to his babbling after only two weeks? I can't just let myself tune him out like this. It's unfair. Unfortunately, with Shiro caught in his reverie, Abel decided that he'd have to do just that as he shifted into the role of representing team SASG.

“That would be great. Thank you!” he replied to Krysanthe's invitation. He'd held out hope that he might get to hang out with her again, and with opportunity realized, he couldn't help but feel light-hearted. Of course, he didn't want to seem too eager. The health and safety of the girl named Sepia came first. Krysanthe's mind seemed to switch gears as well, and she turned with an expression of remembrance to Yue, inviting her along as well. Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place. The exuberant look on the blonde girl's face captured Abel's attention, preventing him from looking away until he realized he was perilously close to staring. Fixating on the sunlit sky, just beginning to turn as though the heavens had been splashed with a free-spirited painter's rosy hues, he hummed a verse from one of Pallisade's live-performed songs. An airship breezed into view, slowing down until it hovered just above the docks, then landed with mechanical efficiency. The students' ride into Vale had arrived.