Lugubrious

Pokemon: New World

Yo @Zarkun, could I request an ETA from you regarding a post from you in response to Olivie's presence? I'd like to gauge whether or not I should respond to Dark Light in the meantime, for I'm loathe to keep him waiting. In fact, I might go ahead and respond to him either way, but I'd still like to know.

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

That's okay.

I'm gonna try and update the site this week and next for everything that's in here. I'm gonna work out which characters are active and which aren't. Update the character sheets and the summaries and stuff.

@Caits

Speaking of which, I'll send you a readout of all the information that should be added or altered for Pirate Lord and Frenzy Plant. I hope it will make your job easier.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Yeah, so it doesn't look like I've been able to get any new motivation for this game.

(not that people notice my presence one way or another.)

It's probably in everyone's best interests that I drop. It was fun.

@Onarax

On the contrary; I think that your character was one of the RP's most beloved. I am sorry that you can't find it in yourself to continue, but I'm glad you enjoyed what time you did share with us, and I thank you for your valuable contribution to our story. Farewell.

Pokemon: New World

Needled by impatience, Olivie tapped her foot in sync with the rapping of her knuckle on the counter surface. Fortunately, she didn't wait for long. By now, the woman who ran the Pokemon Center's front desk knew that the surly brunette put up with very little when it came to waiting or prying. As such, the girl's three pokeballs appeared within two minutes, and with very little ceremony she snatched them up and made to storm out of the building. While her companions definitely needed all the combat experience they could get, she'd already decided that making them fight until they fainted, getting them patching up, and then battling with them again was a rather cruel exercise. Instead, she'd take the trio on a tour of the hamlet, finding out all the little nooks and crannies whilst getting a good impression of what kind of people the remote, outdoorsy, quaint little town of Feyhollow had to offer.

Olivie released her Pokemon as soon as she set foot outside. In flashes of light, Buck, Gespenst, and Verrine appeared, completely recovered from their three-way fiasco only minutes prior. They glanced at one another warily, wondering if another brawl lay in store. Putting her hands on her hips, Olivie set them straight. ”Enjoy your little warm-up? Well, even if you all folded faster than a poker player with garbage, you did good, so we're gonna have a stroll about town.” She turned her eyes to her surroundings, taking in everything in sight in one sweeping glance. The rustic style of the houses and the vivacity of the plentiful flowers, shrubs, and trees all made for a stunning view now that the sun's merry rays lay upon them. ”Nice place, I guess. I bet all kinds of sissies come around, oohing and aahing over this plant and that. C'mon.” She took one step forward, and the quiet, peaceful atmosphere that surrounded her came to an abrupt end.

Although, the disturbance wasn't exactly grating or disruptive. Cheery, relaxed jazz notes floated to her through the delicate morning breeze, and Olivie span in place back toward the building from which they emanated. She followed the sound, rounding the Pokemon Center with her Pokemon in tow. While Verrine seemed positively deadpan and the idea of wasting valuable time chasing after music made Gespenst visibly disinterested, Buck trotted along with a spring in his step. Olivie passed by window after window, each shuttered against the encroaching sun. Only at the end of the building did she find the source of the smooth, brassy tune that fitted the town so well. Just inside, perched upon the windowsill, sat a scruffy-brown-haired dude in drab attire, so focused on his playing that he didn't immediately notice her approaching. With raised eyebrows, Olivie realized that the guy was none other than the dweebus from whom she'd demanded directions to a Pokemon Center in Central City only the night before. The hell? Are all the Central City poke-bros following me around? For once, the exclamation didn't come out. Instead, Olivie waited a moment, listening to Tommy's skillful play from only a few feet away without any regard to any etiquette on privacy that might apply to the situation.

The Benevolent Beauty Turned Boisterous Bruiser

Current Location: Pokemon Center Exterior, Feyhollow Town
Interaction: @Zarkun's Tommy Johnson (Trumpet-playing Easygoer Extraordinaire)
TP: 17 + 1 = 18
CP: 18 + 1 = 19

Pokemon
Buck the Bidoof – lvl 2 – healthy
Gespenst the Cacnea – lvl 2 – healthy
Verrine the Karrablast – lvl 2 – healthy

Pokemon: New World

Alright, good to know.

I guess one more thing, what's the "rating" on this? Like I'm not gonna be trying to sneak in graphic fiddly diddly scenes, that's just scummy, but I wanna make sure I don't wind up writing "PIKACHU'S INNARDS WERE SLOWLY DEVOURED BY RABID WEEDLE" and break any established tone.

@Tripington

To give you an idea, I got away with this without any kind of rebuke:

From behind the Crustle, another form rose up, and from its upheld arm protruded a brilliantly shining blade. Olivie watched, stunned, as the gleaming razor sliced through the Stone Home Pokemon's shell vertically. Like butter the solid rock parted, and the guillotine did not pause when it reached the Crustle's body. Yellow goo splattered the shocked girl as the blade bit into the bug, instantly killing it. Its boulder fell apart into harmless chunks. Olivie's eyes lay fixed on the being that launched the one-hit death blow: a tall, dark warrior, black and red with curved metal edges all over. As she looked on, it delivered a stiff bow to her and stepped back, allowing its trainer to approach.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Of course, having new weapons doesn't necessarily mean knowing how to use them, right?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel Fulgurate
@Eklispe

For the first time in a long time, Abel realized when someone was joking. This mundane skill, harbored by practically everyone, did not thrive in the guardian, but this time Krysanthe made it easy. In fact, she made it so obvious that Abel wondered if she already knew him well enough to assist him in the matter of joke-recognition. While certainly nice, this act made him a little ambivalent, since he did want to get better about it. No matter—the time to respond was nigh. “I think I'm good,” he told her, offering a wry smile of his own. Even if her gravity semblance could make crossing the gap a trifle, he wanted to do it himself. With this in mind, Abel stepped back from the precipice, moving far enough to get a running start.

After steeling himself with a sharp intake of breath, the guardian switched his grip on the Ampere to an overhead, point-down grip, then took off. His feet pounded the grassy ground while the yawning chasm grew closer and closer. At the very brink he launched himself into the air, taking to the sky like the glorious penguin, and with arms and legs windmilling hurled toward the other side. His weapon plunged into the exposed earth, and as the full force of his weight bore down on it, the polearm remained firm in its grip. Abel released his breath, heart beating. Heights did not suit him, but embarrassing himself in front of Krysanthe suited him far less. In his current situation however, he couldn't heave himself up to the top. Electrokinesis, Abel told himself, focusing on an idea he'd thought up on Thursday but never tested. My semblance is lightning. It can be used to attack, but I mostly use it to attract and repel conductive materials, like the Ampere. So this should work. It has to work.

Cautiously he let go of the Ampere with one hand to fumble around in his pocket. When he withdrew it, a gray cylinder lay in his palm. It looked just like a grenade made of scrap and given a core of blue dust, which was, of course, what it was. He pressed the button on the device's top, triggering the delayed reaction, and held it above his head. A moment later it exploded, launching a stream of water out either end. It splashed all over the cliff face, and after putting the grenade shell away, Abel held his hand against the wall of earth. He allowed his aura to flow through his hand and into the soaked soil, and sparks began to fly. When he tugged downward, his hand didn't budge. Even as his muscles screamed, the guardian's heart soared; it might work! Very slowly he loosened his grip on the Ampere, knowing that the moment of truth was coming. When he could hesitate no longer, he let go of his weapon and raced to plaster his hand against the chasm wall. Impossibly, he did not plummet to the depths, but instead remained attached to the wall—adhered by electric attraction. Not daring to trust in his truck, Abel rushed to scale the damp cliff, heaving himself higher and higher until he could latch onto the top. It was there, on the edge of success, that he stalled. The grass overgrew the clifftop, and unlike the greedy soil it did not absorb water, instead dripping it down. He could not get enough of a purchase there, and even if he could, the grass he clung to could very well snap off and send him falling.

Abel was, however, not quite aware of this. He reached up to the grass to continue his climb, and when the attraction didn't work, he grabbed a clump of grass with his fingers. At that moment he froze. His choices were to let go of the grass and try to find another solution, which might lead to a rapid descent when his muscles eventually failed, or to try and let go with his lower hand in order to get a purchase on the top to use to pull himself up, though the original grass might break. Sweat beaded on his brow. What was a poor tank to do?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Man...I can't be the only one who thinks the quality of RWBY fight animations has gone way downhill, right? To me, the battle starring Sun and Blake was full of wonkiness, compared to fights earlier in the series.

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

Mad World

@zarkun@lazo@kapuchu

On course for the dazzling amber radiance of the Third Seal, the great being Ourakekem moved steadily forward. The transition through the wall of fog brought all eyes to the incandescent obelisk before them, but thoughts invariably drifted to the unknown enemy that the behemoth brought them here to face. Uhelei, his parts clattering and sputtering like an old, dusty computer, found himself besieged by questions from everyone but the human whom he'd fought alongside. With visible effort, the biomechanical tribesman picked himself up and labored to construct for his allies an answer.

“Our...noble host...uhm! Told us of an 'eternal enemy'. When I cast my mind back to the legends surrounding Ourakekem, and those like him, I can think of only one candidate. The thought sickens me...it fills me with dread: the idea that we are to oppose any kind of remnant of this realm's mad craftswoman.”

The entire rocky shell shook with a sudden and violent jerk that threw, at the very least, both Uhelei and Souta to the ground. Panoptos snickered, waiting for the guide to struggle to his feet and translate for Ourakekem, or at least to tell the agents the meaning of this sudden stop as he lay, crumpled, on the ground, but he did neither. After getting up, Souta, much closer to the front of the behemoth, saw that the gargantuan psychic had effectively parked himself against the sheer side of the floating plateau that lay beneath the Third Seal. Aside from some vegetation closer to the edges of this area, the rest appeared to be incredibly flat. In the blazing glow of the Seal, an expanse of ankle-deep water could be seen closer to the landmass's center. Above, roads in the sky looped and curled toward the goal, unreachable but serving as a rough indicator for the path by which to proceed. The Charred Council's agents did not waste any time disembarking. Behind them, Ourakekem's enormous eye loomed very close, pressed against the cliffside as a child might press himself against a window. A rumble reverberated through Wit's End, and the lambent swarms flowed out from the cracks in the great being's carapace once again. This time, they swirled around the agents, evidently with no intention to attack, but rather to accompany them forward. More alien grumbles sounded out from him, and this time Uhelei, having brought up the rear when getting off, deigned to translate. “I can go no further, but my host will join you and do what it can. My enemy's affinity for fire may render them useless, but your own may outweigh hers. Guard against the light of insanity.” With that, Uhelei grew silent, as the behemoth had done the same.

Naturally, Panoptos took the cue to do the opposite. ”Let is never be said the big rock eye wasn't helpful! Looks like we've got our work cut our for us. If whats-her-face is near the Seal, chances are she'd attack us anyway. Y'know, I bet the 'liberation' ol' Oura here promises is more metaphorical than anything else. Sure, the Undersky sucks, but the tribesmen don't seem oppressed or anything. Grudge, much? Eh, whatever. Let's kill the bitch and get this place over with before the demons catch up.” Expecting the others to follow along, he started to glide toward his destination.

Due to the flatness of the place, the Agents saw the black speck long before they drew close enough to see what it was. Standing completely isolated directly beneath the hanging, golden monument was a strange, vaguely humanoid figure. From afar she appeared to be dressed in some manner of priestess garb, but growing closer revealed her extravagant apparel to be part of her body—fleshy and repulsive. Great proximity also revealed that she was staring directly upward at the Seal, seemingly mesmerized. The trance broke when Panoptos, leading the group, drew too close.

With a deliberate slowness, as one waking from a dream, the creature's head drifted down until she was looking at the group. From her crown, there shone a golden glow exactly like that of the Seal. Her mouth opened and closed dumbly, as if she couldn't figure out how to speak. A hand came up, reaching out to grasp the intruders into her domain despite the distance that still separated them. At that moment, the swarms of Ourakekem surrounding the agents in cloudbanks surged forward, able to stand the sight of their master's enemy no longer. They formed into a handful of giant, pointed arrows, fast and sharp enough to dice this repugnant being up. In response, the tips of the fleshy branches sprouting from the mad one's neck and head flared to life, at first scarcely more than candles. As the swarms approached, the gaping holes in her upper body belched forth a mighty, roaring heatwave, hotter and far faster than any stream of flame could be. Its touch incinerated the outer layer and the front parts of the arrowheads, scattering the swarms. The bugs still remaining spread out through the air, giving the mad one a wide berth. Curious, the disgraced being watched, her tentacles shifting restlessly. Her attention soon returned to the Agents, however. This time, when her mouth fell open, a lilting, distorted voice rang out, but as nothing more than a wordless shriek. From nothing two whirling maelstroms of matter appeared next to her, growing larger until, a second later, they resolved into a pair of misshapen biomechanical monsters. The mad one trembled, her sudden fury made her tentacles writhe, while her hunting dogs ran forward.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lugubrious has yet to say anything about my possible return to the Rp. Just looking for his thoughts on things before I just start stuffing myself in here.
But if my boi is given a go ahead, ya everyone would know of his affiliation. His return is gonna be a controversial one I guess.

@LokiLeo789

Well, you wouldn't be the first person to leave and come back. Since I'm considering breaking the rule for Asuras, whose character is currently under review, I might as well consider Geni as well. Please send me a PM with his updated CS as well as a restatement of what he's been doing during the two weeks of his absence.