Lugubrious

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

Mad World - Epilogue

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Panoptos watched, arms folded and eyes bearing every indication of a smirk despite his lack of mouth and eyebrows, while the Agents under his command scrambled to get within 'range' of the Seal. In only a few moments, every one of them had made his or her way up to the flickering icon, and the emerald-eyed specter looked away to scan the horizon. His gaze landed on the bank of fog, now floating far away, through which the great being Ourakekem ferried his team only a quarter-hour prior. Its surface broke apart, and through the vast cloud plowed what appeared to be a giant ship. Twisted red and black and wreathed in flame, the flying vessel couldn't have been any more hellish, and the sharp peepers of Panoptos spotted dozens of demons lining its deck in the distance. ”Looks like our friends are a little tardy! I bet ol' Mundus won't be happy to hear that the Seal in Wit's End slipped right between his fingers, heheheh!”

He rounded on the agents, a surprised look on his face judging by the wideness of his eyes. ”Oh, my! Did the countdown expire while I was gawking at the hellions? And yet...all of you are still here?” A mad cackle escaped from him. ”Whoops! Guess I'd better warp us out myself!” Still laughing at the way his underlings rushed to beat the imaginary clock, he snapped his fingers, and the entire Seal vanished in a whirlpool and pitch black and golden light.

The next instant, the world returned, and this time instead of the Undersky, an endless cavern of brimstone and lava stretched in all directions. Not far away, the familiar outline of the Charred Citadel stood in a lake of lava. Panoptos, still snickering, flew toward it at a leisurely pace. Several seconds passed before Souta could get over the bothersome combination of frothing anger and warp nausea that troubled him in order to lower himself to the ground. Around him, the corona of the Council's magic glowed faintly, protecting him from the area's immense ambient heat. Barely had he lowered himself to the ground, however, than a clank of metal behind him caught his attention. The smith span around to see none other than Uhelei, the Agents' technoorganic guide to the Undersky. ”Wait, didn't you want to stay in your world?” Souta asked with an eyebrow raised.

Uhelei shrugged. Around him, the Council's corona shone as well, evidence of his brief stint spent as a captive here. “In Wit's End, I would not last long. The demons would have made scrap of me in a second. Besides, my exile is not over. I cannot return until I have served my time.”

Touched by respect, Souta found himself nodding. ”Huh. I see. Y'know what, you're a pretty cool guy, even if you can't fight worth anything.”

The eyes behind Uhelei's mask glimmered in confusion. “I do not know what you mean. At the moment, I am a warm guy. If not for Council rune, I would be melting.”

Stifling a laugh, Souta clapped a hand on the warrior's shoulder. ”Yeah, yeah. C'mon, let's get back to the fortress. I bet the watchers will be happy to see us.” The two began the trek back to the Citadel, their lingering, shared elation at the defeat of the Creatrix overshadowing their awkwardness.

MISSION COMPLETE
Style: 4/5
Boss Kill: 2/3
Objectives: 1/1

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Infirmary

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Ozpin's eyes narrowed when Robert failed to answer his question. All the same, the act of evasion confirmed what Beacon's headmaster needed to know. Not only was the boy capable of intelligent speech, but more likely than not he acutely remembered the dire turn of events that led up to the current situation. Their weight on his conscience, implied by the obvious difficulty Robert encountered when attempting to make eye contact, hinted that his part in the woeful proceedings might be just as extensive as Grane indicated. Eventually, Robert closed his eyes with his head held up, perhaps waiting to be struck by whatever Ozpin had to say. No matter how pitiable a profile the boy made, though, the silver-haired scholar would not pull his punches. This was a matter of life and death that commanded utmost seriousness, and should all allegations be accurate, due punishment.

“On your watch, your teammate Delta was lost. Based on the testimony of your teammates, your actions played a substantial part in this horrific event. As such, you have been temporarily stripped of your title as team leader. I am here to hear from you every detail you can recall about the incident, and once your story is told, I will judge whether or not you are to be expelled from Beacon Academy.” Ozpin let that linger for a moment so that the weight of his words might sink in. “Of course, that's not the end of it. If I determined that your actions did directly lead to Delta's presumed death, you will be handed over to Vale's authorities for an official trial and perhaps incarceration. Needless to say, I expect you to be completely honest with me, Mr. Fallson.” He turned his gaze to Trad. “Mr. Oak, I would like you to remain here during the proceedings so that you may affirm the truth or weed out the falsehood in what your teammate has to say.”

With that, Ozpin's steely eyes returned to Robert. No softness or humility remained in him; with his hands clasped in front of him upon his cane, and a frown on his face, he bore the countenance of a judge. Of course, in this situation, a judge he was.

Pokemon: New World

Solid, smooth, white—like packed snow. Olivie stared at it, marveling at the brilliant ivory sheen that practically radiated from it, but before long she grew bored. Idly she stood up from her crouched position and took a look around. In every direction, the ground sloped away, but somehow the girl got the feeling that she wasn't standing on some snowy mount. Besides, she didn't feel cold at all; in fact, a pleasantly warm air lay upon her, if anything. Much hotter, she guessed, and the atmosphere might become sweltering. As she looked around, Olivie realized that her surroundings defied description. Inky darkness stretched in all directions, but by peered down around the rounded ground's curviture she could tell from the white glint that pitch-black water extended below in parallel to the starless night sky above. Olivie did not like the lack of stars. Their absence made her feel alone until, with a jump, she remembered that nothing about her current situation was possible.

She couldn't remember coming here, but she could remember going to sleep bone-tired in a room belonging to a run-down Pokemon Center in a place called Stillwater. “Oh. I'm dreaming.” How bizarre. Aside from the strangeness of the earth, sea, and sky, things seemed remarkably ordinary. The uneasiness that prickled her hinted that this might not be her first dream. In quick succession, Olivie pinched herself, did a jumping jack, and brushed out her hair with her hands. How real everything felt! ”Looks like I'm not wakin' up anytime soon.” Wondering what lay in store for her, the brunette scanned the only discernible thing in sight: the ground beneath her feet. The perfectly spherical island she stood upon displayed a variety of craters, big and small. It also gave off the only light in the otherwise empty void that stared back at her no matter which way she turned. ”Oh, it's the moon. Hah. I'm on the moon.” Olivie found that discovery pretty silly. Unacknowledged by the beauteous bruiser, a lightheadedness settled over her akin to giddiness. Due to the absurdity of this place, maybe, she found it hard to focus. She found herself staring at her clothing, noticing that it was as featurelessly white as the moon.

Turning once more to look for anything of interest, Olivie spotted something at the edge of her vision. Another few seconds of twisting and pivoting finally brought the anomaly into view. A stretched orb, reminiscent of a golden drop, floated above the ground, suspended by a long, white cord like a lure on a fishing line. Olivie reached out and grabbed it before giving it a tug. Instantly, a yanking pain blossomed on her upper forehead, and when the girl reached up to massage the area, she found a stalk protruding from her head. Grinning like an idiot at the ridiculousness of it all, she confirmed the presence of two of the chitinous stalks that stuck out of her hair and curled downward to hang close to her ankles. ”What the hell? Antennae. I musta had some bad water or somthin'...”

Her distraction came to an abrupt end when the moon gave a violent jerk. Olivie fell to her knees, and a curtain of white shrouded her. For a moment she remained still in surprise, but a tentative hand poked through the curtain easily. Its touch, and a matching sensation in her scalp, gave rise to another befuddling conclusion. My hair? A moment passed before the nineteen-year-old brushed it back. With her vision restored, she beheld a scene that left her speechless.

The dark waters lapping at the shore of the moon had risen. Only a few meters in every direction remained to Olivie now, but it wasn't a sense of impending doom that made her quiver in fear. Two enormous hands made of the black water, with claws for fingers, rested upon the ground. They belonged to a massive, formless specter that rose halfway from the depths, a living shadow that loomed over her. In its twisted head was set a single, sea-blue eye, more brilliant and piercing than an icicle, and around its head swirled a mane of snowy white. Olivie's fiery spirit, drowned by the wave of terror washing over her from that horrible eye, availed her nothing. She cowered, tears streaming down her cheeks, until a torrent of purple spilled from the ghastly being's mouth toward her. It took the form of a hundred clawed hands reaching toward her, and the sight of them kicked into action all the will to live the girl could muster. She leaped up and lashed out with her hands, fists of gold flashing and forth with amazing speed, but she could not hold back the tide. The hands seized her, binding her like chains, and she could only watch as the horror's true arms dug their talons into the moon and began to pry it apart. From within the white orb a violet luster shone forth—Olivie instantly knew it was something precious. Unable to scream, she could only watch as the darkness pulled the giant egg apart and, in a maelstrom of darkness, swallowed all light.

”Waaaaahaaahaaa!” Olivie shrieked, jerking upright. For a moment she couldn't move, and with furious strength she tore at her bindings. The bedsheets gave way, and Olivie tumbled onto the floor. She scrambled to her feet and stood, her chest heaving. One step at a time she affirmed that all she'd seen had been nothing more than a dream. No ghost...check. No antennae...check. No long white hair...check. No moon...she tottered to the window and pulled it open. Through it she could see Stillwater, a quiet and mostly dark village, and above it shone countless stars. For a moment Olivie admired them, having never seen them before because of city lights, but the sight of the moon made her shake. After closing the window, Olivie made her way back to bed. ”Bad dream...” she mumbled. ”Bad dream.” This time, she had a hard time falling asleep.

The Benevolent Beauty Turned Boisterous Bruiser

Current Location: Stillwater
TP: 39 + 1 = 40
CP: 18+ 1 = 19

Pokemon:
Buck the Bidoof – lvl 3 – healthy
Gespenst the Cacnea – lvl 4 – healthy
Verrine the Karrablast – lvl 4 – healthy
Nidoran♂ - lvl 2 - healthy

Pokemon: New World

@Lugubrious Mk went back and fixed my parts, I think. Wanna check for any on my part? Cat'll probably do hers when she comes on.

@Dusksong

Your edits are good. Thank you!

Pokemon: New World

Careful not to overestimate the level of technology in Stillwater, @Luckyblackcat @Dusksong. This town's quite literally a backwater. It's got electricity, but very little machinery, and while it has running water, it's not exactly a modern plumbing system. The buildings are wood, the beds are feather or straw, and so forth. Everything's handmade, rather than factory-produced. I'd be fine with the Pokemon Center having a tried-and-true old healing machine shipping in from out of town a long time ago, but a shower and blow drier are a bit of an ask (try a bathtub and waiting instead) and if you'd read my post, you'd know that the only employee of the Pokemon Center (which includes the landlord) is...

Behind the counter was a grizzled, gray-bearded man with fishhooks in his dome-shaped cap. In less than a second, the old-timer sized up both Olivie and Bernard, determining them both to be terribly tired trainers. He gave a amicable, gap-toothed smile. “Howdy! I won't beat 'round the bush none, you two look rougher than a washed-up Wimpod. Go 'head and find yerselves a room. They aint big, but they're cozy. We'll talk 'bout payment some other time. Hope ya like yer time in Stillwater!”

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Happy New Year, my friends.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Today's episode of RWBY wasn't bad. First decent fight cinematography in the new season, though by no means perfect.

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

@Lugubrious
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I gots a notification?

@Lunarlors34

I had asked if you had seen my last post with Indigo or not, but you posted that very thing seconds before my question went through.

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

Edit: Whoops...

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

So, how is everyone in terms of completing their events and interactions? I'm not by any means rushing to move ahead to the events of Monday, but if people are getting done, I would like to proceed.