Lugubrious

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

@Lugubrious
Also,

Hi Lugu! :D

@Expolar

Hallo.

@Lugubrious
Give me a bit and I can think of Fleo... but maybe be at the guild hall?

@Caits

I was thinking as much.

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

@Lugubrious

Sure, but with you you'll be the last character accepted. There are still a few more people who were waiting in, including some who haven't posted here yet, but otherwise further applications will be closed.

We're also going to put a hold on reincarnated people for now. We've already reserved spaces for some players who have sent a request but for reasons haven't posted their CS here yet.

I repeat, unless I've already spoken to you about it, no more reincarnated characters.

I'll be doing another round of CS checks soon.

@Lucius Cypher

I understand...though, rats; I would have liked to do a reincarnated character. No problem though, I'll work on and submit my application today.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious

You should knock me off your list, brother. I thought I could commit, but between my workload and splintered attention I am struggling to even remember that I am in this alot. I'd rather I be dropped than everyone constantly waiting for me to get my sewage behind the scenes together.

You can terminate Smiley, or use him in any way that may be beneficial to the long term enjoyment of the plot.

Sorry, kindred.

@ScreenAcne

I'm sorry to hear that. I hope My Heart is On the Throne works out better for you.

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

@Lugubrious Been good. How about you?

@t2wave

I did not mention it here, but I've been traveling far out of country for some time now, actually. Hopping across Europe. It's been exciting and interesting.

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

@Lugubrious Hi.

@t2wave

Hey there friendo. I hope you're well. How's things?

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

Hey there, @Caits. I've been negligent but I haven't given up, not when I've put so much effort into this RP. What can I do with Fleo at the moment?

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@The Wild West, @ScreenAcne, at least ask of me a stay of execution if you have any effort left to give at all. I know I must seem ban-happy at this point, but I would really rather see as many people stay on as possible. That said, if you've given up already, I'll have to leave @Sentel and @Deadnaut with a disappointing second round.

In other news, my journey to foreign lands is half over. I like what's been going on during this time, but I also have no qualms with anyone initiating PVP. Pacing is something I'm not especially concerned about. If I could choose between fast or slow, I'd choose fast, but I never planned to try and drag out the Crucible to a certain length; if we got down to business and finished before the next semester began, I would be just as happy as if it finished by Christmas. I want my players to have a fun experience, whether combat, storytelling, or adventuring. If you're drawing a blank on when to send your character next, feel free to find your opponent and get down to brass tacks. I know that my next post will come soon.

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

Ooh, Konosuba...that wild fling that captivated my interest and made me no-life the entirety of the two seasons in less than two days. I would be overjoyed to begin a lively new adventure in such a fun world alongside characters like the ones already entered here, if you'll have me. You can be assured of my complete dedication, as a player.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Slayer
Level 3
Day 2
Location: Tetris Castle 70th Floor
@Etherean Fire@Holy Soldier
Experience: |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| (27/30)

Slayer permitted himself a small, disarming laugh at the redbird’s harmless inquiry. ”Yes, actually. Quite slow. Hastiness ill becomes me.” He waited with no shortage of patience while his two new acquaintances conversed. In the end, they decided they would not join him, and to this realization he bowed his head. ”It’s no trouble, please do attend your business. I’ll look forward to meeting the both of you again.” With no cause to wait, he turned about immediately to start toward the castle’s entrance. Their logic he could not fault, but in his case, he saw no greater reward than a spot of stimulating recuperation.

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The piping-hot water seeped into every pore, between every hair and across every centimeter of skin. Its warmth loosened tense muscles, and its movement carried away dirt, oils, dead skin cells, and other such detritus. Every ounce of discomfort oozed from the bathing gentleman’s body as he lay, nearly supine, in the spa’s giant Jacuzzi. It drifted away to evaporate with the gentle curls of steam that lofted toward the roof, leaving behind only comfort and gratification. Clad in a fittingly old-fashioned swimsuit, Slayer enjoyed the height of luxury, and could not help but to let out a sigh of pleasure. ”Aaaaaaah!” This was worth it. He could stroll through chilly woods and gather ceiling dust under any amount of rickety castles knowing that such a paradise awaited him when he returned. A glass of iced, sparkling lemonade, tangy with a touch of sweetness and just a dash of rum, rested inside the holder of a little pool floatie that danced among the bubbles, and every few moments the vampire helped himself to a sip of the titillating liquid. He could not, he decided, put off the addition of such a spa to his gentleman’s fight club once he returned home. Such a splendid fixture would be just the thing for the classy combatant to relax after a heated round of duels.

Speaking of, he would have liked company, but it seemed that Slayer had the entire spa all to himself. He hadn’t happened to see any employees, but finding delightful relief was easy with just a little intuition. Being alone in such a place was something of a pity; the best experiences were those shared, and this would have been an excellent opportunity for making friends, but he did not regret bathing by himself. Without anyone else with which to stir up some conversation, he allowed himself to doze off after finishing his drink. The spa’s silence, save for the soft clamor of bubbles jostling to breach the surface and disappear, was as heavy and soporific as the hazy air.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Quick wits, once again, saved the day! And good thing, too. No matter what form the insipid changeling took, Elliot hated the idea of having to put up with his self-assured tomfoolery any more than was absolutely necessary to maintain the premise of being a good little Ward. He did not relish Ira falling short –though when matched against him in a battle of the minds, it was inevitable- but he did relish freedom from Protean’s bothersome games. He did really wonder if he planned to punish her severely for such an insignificant error, which would be fittingly monstrous and expected of the ‘hero’, but in the back of his mind he felt sure that in her failing she deserved what came her way.

In fact, nothing came her way, and Protean turned to try and sting the rest of the Wards instead. With a heroic effort, Elliot managed to suppress the curl of his lip. Congratulations, Einstein. You’ve outsmarted us poor saps by giving every indication that we were supposed to do something on pain of actual physical trauma and then turned around to tell us what failures we were for doing as we were told. By your leadership, is my character built! Of course, Elliot knew the moral of the story. Teammates were supposed to watch out and stand up for one another—apparently, against a senior hero, if this lesson was something to go on. Idly Elliot wondered if the director would respond favorably to a Ward enacting today’s lesson. Of course, an outcast despised by his comrades did not need to play along with this nonsense; he only needed their backs as stepping stones. Protean’s ‘reward’ made Elliot cringe. Did the amorphous idiot really think that would incentivize him? Not all of us are five-year-olds, big shot. He crossed his arms and waited to be dismissed, preparing to put on a sorry face to show he’d learned his lesson.

Instead, breaking news came out of nowhere. Or rather, it came from a radio in the form of Decoy, bearing the latest happenings. Evidently a gaggle of goonish villains had appeared and taken a couple heroes to task, but one of the despicable ne’er-do-wells had been heroically apprehended and would soon be squeezed for information. For a moment, while the information was still being delivered, Elliot considered with some consternation that the Wards would be tasked with stepping in where their seniors failed, which would be –to put it succinctly- moronic if not suicidal. Protean decided to make them watch the interrogation, however, which sat well enough with Elliot. Any goody two-shoes worth his salt would use a magic lasso or truth serum to get the goods, but he suspected that things might get a little more real. Such an eventuality would help de-sensitize him a touch more, for the ordeal with Collin had demonstrated that Elliot’s nerve was still lacking, and perhaps also serve as a rude awakening for the more idealistic of his fellow Wards. Putting on a more interested face, Elliot stepped forward to join the movement. “An interrogation, in the flesh! Not every novice is afforded such a valuable educational experience. I shall train my eyes on this vandal, and the excision of his knowledge.”