Lugubrious

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

The coin Nero have Trinity so long ago? :x

@CirusArvennicus

That sentence doesn't make sense, but it sounds familiar. Yeah, Nero would grant Trinity a wish were she to ask.

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

@Demon Shinobi I'm not happy about it, but it's a very strong possibility. The RP's GM...left a lot of the meat of the RP up to the players, among other issues, and it's starting to stagnate. I have very little drive to post in it.

@Zarkun

I thought you were talking about this for a second, but then I realized you were talking about the Pokemon one. I'm pretty much with you. It's hard to dredge up motivation for that thing.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Slayer
Level 2
Day 1
Location: Abandoned Castle
@Hylozoist @Holy Soldier @Gentlemanvaultboy @Lmpkio @Zarkun @ToadRopes @Bright_Ops
Word Count: 714
Experience: ||||||||||||||||||||

Given his prediction, Slayer had not expected that his fist would cannon straight through Brigan's body, though under ordinary circumstances such an outcome would not have been completely out the question. Nor did he imagine that the magical protection would shatter in an instant beneath the vigorous strength of Dead on Time. However, he failed to anticipate that the killer technique would have glanced off the barbarian's silver buckler as though his sinews were stringbeans, leaving the gentleman in a precarious spot. Not burdened by overbearing recovery time on his chosen move, Slayer thought to immediately disengage with a Dandy Step and perhaps follow up with a Pile Bunker. His plans did not come to fruition. ”What!?” Before he could even begin to act, Brigand's hand slammed into his torso with the force of a steam roller, smashing the breath out of him and giving him a one-way ticket to the opposite side of the burning hall...with no return ticket.

For a handful of moments after his tumbling ceased, Slayer floundered like a bird that crashed into a glass window. As his breath returned, he steadied himself, and at a careful pace picked himself back up. With an annoying expression he fished the crushed remnants of his pipe out of his breast pocket and discarded the litter into a nearby patch of fire. A quick look around, during which he coughed more than once, helped him make up his mind. ”Blast...what a blow. Rattled me teeth to toenails, I'll admit.” The smoke made his eyes water, and Slayer produced a hankerchief to hold over his mouth. From this distance at which he now stood, none of his allies could hear him, but nevertheless he remarked. ”An instant, unblockable, undodgeable counter to melee attacks...rough indeed. Range would be the way to go, but alas, I have none.” He watched Brigan flounce around the room, knocking down columns with ease. One after another, the load-bearing pillars fell, the the entire castle rocked dangerously. ”What I wouldn't give for young miss Elphelt right now. A steady barrage from her rifle would chip away those shields. With any luck, the soldiers will figure it out. I, however, elect to get while the getting's good, as they say.”

Slayer, his back somewhat bent and a hand across his aching chest, huffed and turned to leave. He made his way to the castle door, and worked as he did to remember any advantageous terrain surrounding the place. Crash after crash resounded through the hall as increasingly large chunks of the upstairs rained down. One such hunk of stonework plummeted straight for Slayer, who was alerted by the disturbance of wind. After breathing a light sigh, he tensed up and then let loose a flame-wreathed uppercut that sent chunks flying and redirected the rubble's force to his left. Without pausing to admired the handiwork, Slayer brushed some of the stone dust from his suit and hurried toward the exist, both hands now throbbing. ”What a pain...a nice glass of red would be just the ticket to patching me up, yet I imagine that vendors would be hard to come by in this 'neck of the woods'.” He glanced over his shoulder as he crossed the threshold. ”Were I not ejected so suddenly, I would have liked to advise the others to depart as well. That mess will be a tomb in only a few minutes.”

Outside, the dusk lay solemn and pleasant, lit by the inferno that was consuming the abandoned castle. Not for the first time, Slayer wondered what had become of his own teammates. More manpower would go a long way to rectifying this situation. Of course, Slayer did not pretend that the fight couldn't shift outside in a speedy manner once his comrades realized the peril of their surroundings and, upon hoofing it, drew Brigan along as well. Out in the open, though, the brute would have a disadvantage. Numbers would wear him down and divide his attention. Actually, Slayer found himself wishing that the General would come out. Possessed by a sudden competitive spirit, Slayer wanted to try ducking and dodging around him. The thought of reducing the giant to a wrathful tantrum by being a hard-to-hit annoyance brought a subtle mischievous smirk to the gentleman's face.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Even the most cunning of geniuses could be struck by misfortune and compelled to miss the obvious. As it happened, such an occurrence would have looked completely ordinary compared to Elliot's oversight. So busy had he been thinking about the brashness -and potential collateral damage- of turning off his power without so much of a warning, the toymaker failed to realize exactly what such nullification meant for one whose abilities had become a terrible curse. When the thought, galvanized into action by Alesa's own realization, came to him, Elliot's eyebrows shot up. Of course! Sitting right before the Wards this whole time lay a piece of technology capable of freeing Collin from his fresh new hell.

Of course, Elliot did not receive the urge to rush over and foist a couple kisses on Ira. One of his eyebrows remained raised as he considered Alessa's rather impulsive act. No way in hell he could have gotten away with something like that, whether or not it originated from pure joy. Perhaps he'd been missing out on certain developments between his teammates? Such a discovery wouldn't have surprised him. Who, after all, would just go and converse with the eccentric, eloquent outsider, as if he were a human being? Being a chosen one -fate's champion in the earthly realm- came with the steep price of getting the memo last if at all. No matter; Elliot found himself wondering instead if this new invention might even be capable of returning Collin to duty as the Wards' leader. The kid couldn't offer much in the way of combat, but Elliot liked him more than the new leader by a long shot. He'd always been too innocent to intuit, as the others did, that chosen ones were best pushed to the fringes. Plus, a return to the old system would mean knocking Dean back down a peg—his tenure as co-captain already felt too long.

Soon after the Wards dispersed. Needles of relief and comfort pierced Elliot's mind, but the potential resurrection of Collin did not mean the kind of danger that put him down for the count in the first place no longer existed. From this day forward, Elliot knew, it would be a different world out there.

-=-=-

The next day's training session landed the antihero back in the facility's gymnasium. Instead of the usual fare, Elliot found an unfamiliar face ready to begin the day's physical education, which in a secure location like the PRT meant only one individual: Protean. This change hardly fazed him; after all, a true sixth ranger needed to adapt to stay with the times. In a shifting world, where governments and cultures rose and fell, right and wrong dueled like rock'em, sock'em robots, and nothing was as it seemed, any hero bent on standing his ground would be swallowed up by history in the blink of an eye. Elliot crouched, adopting a quizzical expression and placement of hands, to await further revelation.

It wasn't good—superficially. So, big Dean, the brave one, the right-hand man, the dependable ally, had flown the coop. Elliot never would have expected it, but he welcomed it. It would only make him look better in comparison. Of course, it also meant that he was the only gentleman in a battalion of ladies. How would that play out, he wondered? No difference at all, he felt sure. Standing, he gave a dismissive shrug and turned to stare into the distance, hands spread wide with palms up. ”I knew it from the start. He wore a mask of audacity and ego, but when the going got tough, he let fly his true colors. Even if we are gripped by tragedy or plagued by fear, heroes never give up the fight.” And with that, he gave up on Dean completely.

Only a few moments later, Elliot and the bunch were off running. For a brief moment he wondered who might replace Dean as second in command, but brushed it off to focus on the task at hand.

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

That coin's good for a wish, right, @Lugubrious?

@CirusArvennicus

What? I don't have the slightest clue what you're talking about.

Pokemon: New World

A few moments of tense conversation passed between the trainers, and Darkrai waited. As the seconds passed, however, his countenance grew more and more unhinged until finally he reeled back, clawing at his face. ”URGH! Why don't you do something already, you morons!? I'm the villain, and you're the heroes, so fight me! I thought for sure when you started to rebel that you would be the ones, but lo and behold, it's another grand disappointment!”

Purple and black energy surrounded him in a terrific maelstrom, but it lacked any direction. It raged with magnificent fury, but not so much to attack as for the sake of raging itself. Darkrai thrashed from side to side, snarling and muttering curses, until it straightened up with sudden stillness as through shocked. ”What?!” A second of silence passed before it exploded in a tumultuous wrath, ”Shut up, you hypocrite! You don't know what it's like to be bored to death! What I'm trying to do is create a story that nobody will ever forget—a legend, fit for the ages! What the hell is our power and status for if all we do is wait around in some cave until some idiot with a Master Ball comes along and consigns us to servitude?”

Another few seconds' interlude passed, during which Olivie could only stare in confusion, before Darkrai growled and pointed a clawed finger at the four trainers. ”Of course I can force it! Why do you think I'm playing the villain? But these stupid humans can't play along, same as all the rest. They don't want to go wild with power, they don't want to take a stand and defeat me, they don't do anything! What kind of story is that? Just stagnation and disappointment, summarizing my life perfectly.” His cyan eye turned upward, staring straight into the Stygian dark above. Still baffled, Olivie imagined that he must be communing with some being beyond her awareness or comprehension. She did take a quick look around, though, and found that the dreamscape was a little...off. Objects, like rocks and the grass, were losing their definition. Everything was getting hazy, even Darkrai himself. The wraith hissed, shaking his fists in wrath, but in him, too, something changed. A lethargy came over him, and he lowered his hands. His sharp tone, formerly derisive, now came bitter and cynical. ”It's useless.” His eye, making contact with Olivie's, held more hopelessness than anything. ”The sun is rising. What a waste of a night. I will let you go now, but listen to this: I might not be able to make a good legend out of it, but people are going to keep looking for escape in their dreams, whether from misery, monotony, or responsibility. Or people who are dying—one final dream before they pass on. I won't stop giving them this release, and even if you could find me in the waking world, there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me, either. Get lost.”

Without a second's delay, the pitch black of the sky collapsed, falling upon the trainers like a tsunami and washing each one away into darkness. Olivie, full of questions and confusion, tried to hold on, but the world slipped away with dizzying speed. Only one sensation remained: rising, like a balloon, or a diver shooting to the surface.

Olivie awoke with a gasp, making a piece of grass to fly in her mouth, and she immediately set to hawking it up. The tears on her eyes from all the coughing, added to the sheer suddenness of the light blasting her retinas, prevented her from seeing well for half a minute. When she blinked away the wateriness, though, she found herself in a sitting position, greeted by a beautiful orange sunrise on the ocean horizon. A quick look around turned up Leisy, Ella, and the girls' Pokemon, but no other people save Bernard, zonked out about twenty meters away. She appeared to be on the sea stack where the dream began last...night? Olivie rubbed her eyes. Her head hurt from everything she remembered, and she couldn't even remember that much. All she could recall was a black void, a blue-eyed specter, a bunch of Pokemon, and...not much else. The entire ordeal stank of anticlimax, but then again, what else were dreams good for?

With shaky knees she got to her feet. Buck, sprawled out on his back, rolled into his belly and stood up. He stared at her with a bewildered expression on his chubby features, and chattered. Nearby, her other Pokemon were waking too. Olivie scratched her head as she developed a scowl. ”Freaky dream. Hey, Barnie! Get up!” She walked over to give the dozing boy a hefty kick. ”We're outta here!” Without any further ado, she marched back toward the natural arch that connected the seastack to the mainland. She only paused long enough to glance at Leisy and Ella, and to give the two a stiff nod.

The benevolent Beauty Boisterous Bruiser

Current Location: Seastack near Stillwater
TP: 36 + 1 = 37
CP: 25 + 1 = 26

Interaction:
@Dusksong's Leisy Takagawa
@LuckyBlackCat's Ellanor Beaufort

-=-=-

In the depths of the secluded seashore, a great, empty cavern turned even the slightest of sounds into an echo. Right now, it resounded with the irate sigh of a wraithlike creature, dejected and alone, laying against a stalagmite on the cave floor. He stared upward at the place's only source of light: an elegant creature radiant with white and violet light, trimmed in gold. She hung from the ceiling, looking back down at him. A soft croon issued from her throat, causing her inky counterpart to snicker. ”Hmph. I'll admit I haven't been the most...vocal about what's been eating me. I did not think that you would even want to help me, given our dichotomy. The moon shines through the darkness, after all. Jealousy, of your purity and popularity, made me think that we were enemies, but you may be right in saying the solution is to come together. Perhaps I don't even need a legend to keep me from losing it."

The bat gave a light chuckle, and the specter crossed his arms. ”So, 'friend'. What's the plan?"

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Slayer
Day 1
Location: Abandoned Castle
@Hylozoist @Holy Soldier @Gentlemanvaultboy @Lmpkio @Zarkun @ToadRopes @Bright_Ops
Word Count: 683
Experience: ||||||||||
LEVEL UP
Physical Strength += 5
New Ability: Dead on Time
Level 2

The winds of fortune did not, regrettably, conspire to give Slayer the amicable, conversational solution that for a moment he had held high hopes. In a tremendous splash of energy, the grenade of one of the soldiers engulfed the form of General Brigan, but a moment later the giant shouldered his way out of the dark maelstrom toward the green-clad plumber who'd dared to attack him. A flash of flame, almost too quick for even Slayer's eyes, carried Luigi to safety in the nick of time. No sooner had Oswald, who Slayer judged by his actions to be on the heroes' side, whisked him away than a ball of power cannoned into Brigan. Instead of burning through, however, it fizzled out. This sight caused Slayer to raise his eyebrows. No sell? Blocking could mitigate much of a blow, and evasion could render it harmless, but this appeared to be neither. Not even a smidgen of 'chip' damage appeared to bleed through whatever protection surrounded the great lout. Slayer observed as the heavy, rock-hard hooves of Mudsdale failed to bother him as well. No mere projectile immunity, then. This is some sort of advanced state. What could be causing it...?

As he wondered, the voice of Oswald interrupted his thoughts, and Slayer glanced at him to discover with some alarm that the shadow knight had not saved Luigi as a token of some newfound alliance against the greater evil. For the first time, Slayer's grip tightened around his tie. For some reason -one now deemed insipid and reprehensible by the gentleman who made it only moments ago- he'd expected that opposing one side of this fight meant allying with the other, but just as in his world, things were not so simple. Then again, Oswald's demand wasn't unreasonable—merely solidifying a supposed truce by calling off the pursuit of those he held dear, though Slayer couldn't say with any honesty that the pursuit ever truly began. This train of thought, too, was dashed when Brigan took a monstrous swig from his horn and breathed a colossal plume of fire across the room. In moments every remotely flammable thing in the room was alight, so much tinder for the roaring flame. It licked at Slayer's pant legs and coattails, threatening to consume him too, but the gentleman hurried to beat them out. When his gaze returned to Brigan, something in his eyes had changed. Their rich, mahogany brown had become harder than hardwood, and if they gleamed, it was not his characteristic gregarious twinkle but instead a shimmer of intent.

Around him, the situation had turned catastrophic, especially with the inferno draining the air of its oxygen, but it was with the same measured pace as always that he began to move forward. No rage clouded his face, but it held the tired look of a parent done entertaining the tomfoolery of his child as he slipped his pipe into his pocket. ”He was untouchable before he took his drink, so it is not some potion protecting him, but instead those shields upon his chest. Something so ludicrously impractical could only be useful by some magic property. Loathe as I am to render this buffoon more nude, I suggest we strip him of those shields.” The vampire polished and replaced his monocle as he drew close to melee range. The picture of dignity and cultured sophistication, he opposed General Brigan. Though the barbarian before him outmatched him in terms of height, Slayer stood far taller where it mattered. ”As for you...my mind is clear. It is time I perform my first act...”

He stretched out his arms to either side of his waist, flexing the fingers into fists and chambering his right hand. Rather than call his attack, he began immediately; his fist shot forward like a rocket, surrounded by purple fire, and its pull combined with his own leap sent him flying forward. He aimed for Brigan's upper-right shield, hoping to destroy it with the full force of his special Overdrive technique, Dead on Time. Slayer drove the bunker-busting punch home and exclaimed, ”As a hero!”

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Post incoming within a couple hours.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Hey, @SevenStormStyle @Suku @Prince of Seraphs @Crimson Raven @Lucius Cypher, it's been about a month since you all indicated interest in the race. I'd like you all to post your character participating or withdraw your interest so that we can really get started, so that we'll be able to move on to something more people might be more interested in.

Alternatively, given the circumstances, I can just handwave the race and prepare the wrestling. I'm open to suggestions for other courses of action as well.

Pokemon: New World

Darkrai's warning went unheeded as the rebellion spread to the other two turned trainers. The tentacled one struck first, her bundle of toxic spikes scattered beneath the specter's floating form. Baleful but tranquil fury glowed in his eye as he held up an arm to block Ella's Venoshock, which dribbled down the limb accompanied by the sound of eggs cooking in a frying pan. Darkrai waited one moment before it began to move forward at a purposeful slow pace. ”You reveled in it a moment ago.” The wraith's tone reeked of condescension and incredulity. ”Did you forget that you can't actually hurt anyone in this dream? You must learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality.” He waved his hand, and the figure of Jumbles disappeared with the shimmer of a mirage on a hot day.

A moment later, Leisy made her pronouncement, and the Darkrai shook with anger. How could these humans be so stupid!? ”This isn't physical, you imbecile! This is only one facet of the endless fulfillment dreams could bring you. I'm offering you the chance to live lives greater than your own in the hours of night, and you accuse me of manipulation?” A sudden change entered his body, and if he could have smirked, he would have. ”You think I'm the bad guy for giving you the power to do what you want, but I know what you want. You want to be a hero. To make a difference. To be respected. Well, you can still prove me right.”

Spreading his arms apart, he dared the trainers to strike him again. ”If you want out of this place, you'll have to go through me. Use your new power to beat this story's villain down, and make your escape!”

Without any hesitation, Olivie bunched her muscles together to leap forward and attack. However, the cold metallic touch of Bernard's leg against her own forced her to pause. ”Hold on! Didn't you hear him say that attacking him will prove him right? The only way we can show him we're not who he thinks we are is to abstain.”

Olivie frowned and replaced her hand over her eye. Uncertainty could be seen on her face, making hazy her eagerness to fight. She glanced between the trainers and Darkrai, whose eye gleamed with intent. ”But if we don't faint him, we could be stuck in here forever! Unless the morning sun wakes us up, or something.” Her mind raced. Could she claim victory by merely outlasting the nightmare, by waiting until the sunlight banished the dream?

”No, no, no.” Darkrai swiped at the air with his dark talons, dismissing the thought. ”My Dark Void can keep you here as long as I want. There's only one way out, but you all don't seem eager to fight. Perhaps you're afraid—that no matter what power or resolve you have, you still won't beat me. You're right, of course; now that you've refused my hospitality, I don't think I want to let you go. But you could still try!” His resounding cackle, full of gleeful malice, filled the air. Swirling energies of black, purple, and red surrounded his hands, and he added, ”Perhaps you need some encouragement.” When he pushed his hands outward, a gigantic pulse of dark power blasted out, crashing into everyone present like a wave against the shore.

The Boisterous Bruiser Turned Beauteous Bug

T͞hat's it!̛ Eve͡r̡y̢o̧n͜e͜, o̶ut ̸o͜f ͠t͝h͟e͠ p͢òo͠l͠!

Be Advised:
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