McFazzer

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Wet hacking sounds continues to sound out, the snow white suit now stained a deep crimson. Stomping his way on top of the Roc's corpse, Clean jammed his rapier between the avian vertebrae and twisted. A rough tearing and a cathartic crunching snap as the spine of the dead bird was brutally severed.

"I have a new least favourite creature." blade looking more red than normal, Clean whipped the rapier in an arc a thin red crescent as the blood was flung from the blade. Looking up he saw the group was more scattered than normal when after a battle. New objective, new goal. Scanning the area Clean was about to look for someone when the mind rending screech shredded through the air, feeling the reverberations in his chest. Noting the direction Clean ignored stealth in favor of speed, making haste to the location. Bursting onto the scene Clean skidded to a halt covering his mouth in disgust to the point where he didn't even notice he left a bloody hand print over his mouth.

"I didn't expect my least favourite creature to be one upped so soon." Disgusting, black like tar, looking heavy and dense. The sheer nature of the beast ignited a flame of rage within him. This monster was a blight on the world and needed to be eviscerated... annihilated.

Bipedal creature, top heavy with broad shoulders. Seemingly based on a gorilla in basic structure? Rear legs resemble a canine, so more like a lycanthrope than a gorilla. Expect high agility and wide range with the claws. Arm length is significant are sharp. Use a simple strategy until more information about the thing is learnt, hamstring to limit movement and keep out of range of the claws by either staying outside the attack range or so close no significant power can be put behind the blows. Other's aren't fellow cadets. They're a secondary priority to ridding the world of this filth. With the game plan in mind Clean circled around to the left of the beast and lunged for the hamstring, blade leading the way, not even sure if the pitch black mass contorted in a facsimile of life conformed to natural biology, but if he didn't even try then there would be no way for him to know.

War Notes

@Leotamer I'm not sure why you feel that way. Things don't really seem to be 'collapsing', I'm not sure there are too many people as long as the GMs feel they can accommodate the extra players. Regarding the time to post I understand common RP etiquette to be wait two posts before doing so, so I reckon go ahead and post if you can come up with something you want to contribute. As people not responding to you, I can't really make a comment on that, I suppose the more you put out there the more there is to respond to?

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Blake Eights

She had to admit, Rufie sure knew how to take refuge in audacity! Calling Dana a thespian? The term could equally be applied to Rufie with the face she showed the student body, Blake and Dana among the few privy to the simmering rage so cleverly hidden beneath the facade. Mouth brushing against Dana's ear, a rumbling murmur quietly escaped Blake's lips.

"I prefer the private shows you put on where you help me with my art classes~" looking at the mob of a student body being assigned their rooms, Blake sent the group a general wink as she was dragged along by Dana, her grip slipping so her arms were now around Dana's waistline and snickered into Dana's back.

"Careful, careful! We gotta get out of sight before I slip further~! A wardrobe malfuntion the first day would ab-so-lutely shatter the prestige the Student Council has!" legs scrambling behind her to keep up with Dana and Rufie, although not too hard and if an observer didn't know better they would likely suspect Blake's goals. Out of sight of most of the student body, Blake finally straightened herself, bust running softly up Dana's back and her grip now under Dana's chest.

"Next time, Dana, let me in on the act. The VP can give you soooo much more credence when you play Prez! Plus I would love to see how you fit yourself into Rufie's uniform." Chin on Dana's shoulder, Blake giggled and watched Rufie's retreating figure.

"Speaking of spicy, want to grab a bite to eat? I'm sure we can find an excuse to be intimate with it that neither teachers or Rufie can get jealous about. Spicy food can be messy after all..." biting her lips and letting her artists imagination run wild, Blake tugged on Dana's wrist

"Plus if you accidentally get the uniform dirty we have an excuse to drag you to our room and trying on all of Rufie's clothes together!"

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Clean was silent for the rest of the commands given. He knew his role, kill the giant birds. He could almost hear his tendons and ligaments straining as he tensed for the killing blow. A rapier was a blade designed to be used by stabbing, so his entire posture was designed to put his entire weight behind his blade and focus it all into a single point. Tunnel vision clouded Clean's periphery, leaving Leblanc's position all he saw, sound slowly faded around him, letting him focus on the task he was given as the sound of his heart beat thumped in his ears.

Leblanc leaped up, the trap was sprung. Like a human arrow, Clean was loosed upon the Roc's at Gradon's call. Wrist twisting slightly, the rapier drilled forwards ahead of him, the loosening of muscle giving that extra half and inch, and Clean turned his head light a mountain climber straining for an outcropping just out of reach. A slight 'pop' was felt, not from Clean, but reverberating from the tip of his blade as the eyeball of a Roc splashed its viscous liquid over Clean's suit, crimson blade having pierced both eyes with a single stab...

"Daaaaaamn iiiiiit!" a primal curse and roar erupted from Clean's throat as he tore the blade out of one of the Rocs, Clean now using both hands to grip his blade and abandoned even the pretense of skill and finesse, instead using the thin blade like an axe with him chopping and hacking at the Roc's flesh. Chunks of avian flesh and splinters of hollow bone all scattered in the air around Clean like gory fireworks. If his rapier hadn't been a vessel it likely would have long since shattered under his abuse of it. Seeing another Roc struggling on the ground, Clean swung his blade like a baseball bat along it's flank. The blade only stopping when it had embedded itself in the creature's hollow bones, as the webbing of flesh connecting Clean's thumb and index finger tore apart, the last swing too much to handle as his blood soaked his grip. Ripping the blade out of the dead bird Clean looked for another target, ignoring his injury.

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Blake Eights

A siren's song upon the wind graced Blake's ears and a wicked grin split her face. Her muse had arrived. And like the siren of myth, she was leading the innocents to crash upon the pragmatist of Boss. Likely hoping to cause the woman to have an outburst. Still her muse had been located and honestly, Blake knew exactly whose room she would be in. Feeling the student body parting like the red sea, Blake slipped in behind the real Student President and followed in her wake. The Student President's rage almost scorched the air around her as Blake stuck her tongue out at Dana, trying to restrain her laughter.

"C'mon Prez! Surely you can see Dana was only trying to help! You were, by your own words, indisposed, and we couldn't have everyone just be waiting here all day. That would be rude! So Dana had to improvise and in the heat of the moment... well the details slipped her mind~. All I can say is well done to my lovely muse~" giggling like... well... a school girl Blake flitted up to Dana, Blake attempted to hug the slightly shorter girl from behind, wanting to wrap her arms around her.

"A girl this cute couldn't have even imagined that her words would have such an effect! After all, not everyone here's a first year. Surely the seniors all know your face, Prez, and as cute as you are you and Dana can't really pass for each other. So that is a very good question. Why would everyone rise and swarm the poor faculty at her words?" biting her lip, Blake's gaze traveled up and down Dana, drinking in every last detail, as Blake filed away the image of Dana in the Student President's uniform in her mind for a masterpiece later.

"How on earth did you manage to squeeze into that, Dana~?"

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

★ Toni Sparks ★

"Damn. Oh well. I'll simply have to take care of Glitchy boy in my own time. Thankfully I have an entire year at the very least to get back at him." as the jeep rolled up, Toni followed the Angel and the naked meatball of Donny after Teach Yoshida. Surprisingly enough Toni came out of the rumble at Point C with little more than some nasty bruises and maybe a little whiplash, nothing really worth bothering a school nurse with.

"Better get out of this PE stuff..." having a quick shower and getting back into more regular attire, Toni slowly cleaned her glasses to a mirror sheen, going over her fight in her head. Could she have done better? Reacted quicker? Taken better advantage of Jett's quirk limitations? Maintaining momentum is a double edged sword for teleportation, so she wasn't wrong to do so, however she lacked the knowledge that he could teleport things other than himself.

"Sigh... I suppose I should have known that no one has a 'standard quirk'. There must have always been conditions to his quirk, like there are for mine. He maintains momentum and I didn't see Jett go anywhere that was out of his line of sight... maybe a smokescreen will be useful? Can he go through a window? Hmm..." putting her glasses on her forehead, Toni wandered back to the classroom. She honestly had little idea if her team had won or lost. It would be nice if the team had won, but the point of the exercise was partly to 'prove' themselves to the teacher and, well, all chaos aside no one seemed to fail in that regard. The shower overall left Toni rather drowsy as she slid into the classroom like she was Tom Cruise in Risky Business, her fresh bruises leaving that almost comfortable ache of having done a good job.

"Relax, everyone. No need to worry, no need to fear... I'm here now. Hold the applause, please." Stretching out as if she had just woken up Toni let all the tension vanish from her as she collapsed into her chair, draping herself over it. Looking around the room she spied some students she thought she didn't recognise... leaning backwards and seeing the classroom with an inverted perspective she scanned the room, glasses defying gravity and sticking to her head.

"Something... is different. Something... new. You're new. I better step it up then! New people tend to steal the spotlight after all~" pointing to Elvira sat up straight and considered moving over to investigate further, but had that odd feeling that as soon as she got out of her chair the teacher would come in and demand everyone to take their seats...

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

<Snipped quote by KoL>

No one cares KoL.

@TheWindel

No one caring would mean there would be no discussion regarding it... right? :3

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@Hammerman
You know how there is the Rule of Cool? Imagine that but for Yuri ;)

Then again it is merely the wild imaginings of an artist >.>

EDIT: that said, I can edit if it would be preferable. Since I can do that. Like I edited this post~

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Blake Eights

"Spring and summer. The best seasons for aesthetics by far!" Warm days were the best. It's the one type of weather that you can get away with wearing less than intended! Also by noon almost everyone looked like they had just woken up from a wild night before which can only be described as... inspiring. All the more so due to the mono-gender of the student population. Following her own beliefs for spring to sprung, Blake's shirt had far less buttons than intended done up and her skirt was worn noticeably shorter than general population.

Licking her lips as she entered the hall, Blake couldn't help but let out a little cackle as she saw Ms Reinhardt fix the pervy prankster Tillia's uniform before swaggering the teacher all but swaggered off and putting on a show that would put Tillia's to shame. Blake loved this school. Taking out her sketch book, Blake roughly drew up a passable likeness of Tillia posed far more provocatively than the girl had been with Ms Reinhardt tidying her up. Tearing the page out, Blake folded the picture in half twice and wandered up behind Tillia.

"So lucky, Ms Reinhardt treating you so well on the first day~" reaching around Tillia from behind, Blake attempted to push the folded caricature down Tillia's shirt.

"Such a tight fit... it would be awful if a button burst~" pausing to imagine it briefly Blake giggled at the image of the button flying through the air and into a drink... and shoved the piece of paper in a vain hope to make dreams reality

"Well, enjoy my gift to you. Be sure to peruse it on those cold lonely nights! I'm off to find my loooovely muse~" blowing a kiss as she walked backwards, Blake turned around scanned the room and searching for her blonde bombshell, her femme fatale, her muse.

@Hammerman

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Blake Eights

Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider

Appearance: 155cm 50kg

Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.

It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.

Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.

Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.

“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.

Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses.