Mcmolly

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

Ah the mantis, we meet again.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

@Blackmist16 xD nevermind, reminded me of a character also called Guts

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

@Blackmist16 Artorias is that you? :o

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

Wow, that sounds pretty involved, but a bounty/upgrade system sounds pretty rad for sure. Do you have a way of balancing things so that characters don't just upgrade to godhood via money?

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

5-7 minutes? I must be doing something wrong xD

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

Russ and BTRW

Like the rest of the students, Russ's attention was taken immediately by the window-monitors, and shortly after by the odd individual 'standing' there. She stayed put for most of the speech, interested in learning from what she could only assume to be a source at Beacon. By the end though, her interest had waned and her gaze drifted back to the table and the rest of the now mostly empty room. Damn, had Jaws left? When did that happen? She needed to pay more attention. Was there an odd smell in the room as well? Hell, where had her mind been the past few minutes? At this rate she'd be lucky to remember exiting the damn vehicle.

On that note, she decided it would be best to begin making her way to the rest of the bodies. Russ wasn't too fond of waiting, and she had a feeling the tiny exits would be pretty crammed up before too long once they landed.

A whistle found its way past her lips as she made her way from the viewing room, something she hadn't done in a while but nonetheless enjoyed. Besides, it wouldn't harm anyone, not beneath the rest of the noise, she could hardly hear herself think as it was.

A wolf whistle sounded, cutting above the din of the crowd as Rufus looked the slim girl up and down. He activated his semblance, flexing his aura and drawing the attention of everyone around him as his tail flicked, and the tiger boy ran a hand over his hair. The short girl he was looking at was thin and pale, with the kind of black hair that looked as though she'd been running her hands through it, but built with the litheness of a runner. "Well, hello there. Did you swallow a magnet? Because you're very attractive."

He tugged on his vest, making sure his abs were on perfect display. Sure, he wouldn't actually do anything, but flirting was always fun and who knows? She might be on his team later.

Russ couldn't tell what it was at first, but her attention practically tore itself away from whatever had been on her mind and refocused upon an approaching man, another faunus at that. The whistle died down when she focused on him, and for whatever reason --though she was convinced it was her own will to do so-- she began to do what she always did to approaching, interesting strangers.

Tall, taller than her, and huge. She'd never seen a faunus his size, and it looked way more like muscle than fat. The tail suggested some kind of feline faunus, tiger by the pattern. The vest was moved, yep, muscle not fat. Since when did faunus get this jacked? She couldn't help the step back she took, more a steady for herself than a move to flee. Well, so far she'd interacted with two people and it had gone pretty well, maybe she could go three for--

Oh. Oh she supposed she wouldn't be going three for three. What did he just say? Her focus was broken by a laugh that was stifled in her throat. She held up a finger while she regained her composure.

"Wow, that was...wow. Alright hold up, I think I got one," she said, tongue lolling in her mouth. She clicked it off the roof and shook her head. "Nah I got nothing, you win, cheesiest pick up line of the year."

Rufus blinked in surprise. She thought he was cheesy? He'd show her a cheesy pick up line. "Well...my name's Rufus. Did you get your license suspended for driving all the guys crazy?"

He gave a large grin, shoving his hands in his pockets. So she hadn't responded to his flirting; it was no big deal. As long as she kept talking to him, Rufus had all the chances in the world. And it was always fun to meet someone new who could match him wit for wit.

Jus behind the tiger boy, looking extremely uncomfortable, stood a pale skinned boy with unusually light hair. The youth attempts to slip past, unintentionally bumping into Rufus and passing the supernatural chill of his aura into the testosterone fueled faunus "Excuse me," he mutters, attempting to flee the rather intimidating student

Rufus shuddered as an unnatural chill, errupting along his spine following someone bumping into him, derailed any thoughts he may have had of continuing his flirtations. His semblance deactivated, letting the other students turn their attention away again, as the well built boy turned to face the person who had bumped him. "Geez, what'd you do, stand in a freezer for three days?"

Russ wasn't sure exactly what about the dainty boy had pulled the large young man's attention away, but she felt immediately thankful. Her focus on the tiger faunus ebbed away without much resistance, and she let herself relax a bit in her stance. She watched the other boy and grinned.

"Might want to join him next time, you look like you could use a little cooling off, tiger," she said.

"Um, I'd really rather-" the pale boy begins, raising one hand in protest.

"Ugh. No way - This tiger's all about the heat." Rufus interrupted. "Heat of the battle, heat of the moment, heat of the night - if you get what I mean." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, playing up the corniness with a large grin.

Kalte sighs, a light mist pouring from his mouth "Not that you could last that long in a deep freeze..." he mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly at the rather imposing faunus boy as he sidestepped, trying to avoid being at the literal center of the discussion.

"Bah. Who'd want to?" Rufus asked retorically. "However, three nights in a Grimm infested forest - that I can do." He puffed up his chest as he boasted, vest falling aside to reveal the tiger paw-print tattoo on his chest.

Russ scoffed, she couldn't help but sympathize with the little guy. Watching little confrontations never failed to entertain.

"Yeah I'm sure you get a good bit of cardio in running for your life and all."

"Even I can survive 3 days" he responds, a wavering touch of confidence in his soft voice. "My dad took me on camping trips more intensive than that."

"I said nights, not days." Rufus hissed like a disgruntled cat, his dark brown eyes flashing. "And I'll have you know I was the strongest person in my whole hometown."

"And my dad is a huntsman, one of the lead instructors at Signal. Taught me everything."

"So? He's old. I bet I'll be stronger than him when I'm that age." The muscular boys tail was lashing back and forth, displaying his agitation quite easily as he pulled his hands from his pockets again, flexing his fingers.

"Boys!" Russ snapped, remaining where she stood. No way was she going to stand in the big fella's way if a fight broke out. "The results of the pissing contest are back, you're both winners, come back next year and break the tie then, yeah?"

Kalte immediately goes beet-red, shrinking back considerably, the chill surrounding him seeming to recede with his confidence "Sorry, miss." he says half-heartedly, taking a half step backwards to attempt an escape, hopefully towards someone familiar.

Rufus scowled heavily and turned away. "Whatever. I don't have to listen to you. See you later, whimp." With that he threw a jaunty wave over his shoulder, heading back into the crowd.

And nearly as quickly as it started, it ended. Tiger was up and out and Russ couldn't say she wasn't a bit happy to have the tension out of the air. The other boy seemed the worse off, and she wasn't about to hold him up from scurrying away. She knew what it was like wanting to shrink out of view.

"Hey, kid," she offered before he would have gone from view. "Chin up, yeah? Folks like that everywhere, just look out for yourself, don't get caught or nothin'."

"Easy for you," he mumbles, "I have to deal with those types every day." the chilly boy finishes, fiddling nervously with one of several dust phials on his belt.

"Kalte! I've been looking all over for you!" a female voice emerges from the crowd, followed shortly by a brown haired girl in a hooded cloak "Me and Rost found someone you might like to talk to." she continues, looking at Russ "Who's this?" as an afterthought, the mouse eared girl adds. "And did you see that tiger thumping around?"

Russ's lips pursed to hold back any other urges to continue the conversation. The boy had it rough, she wasn't about to take that from him. Kid like that needed every hardening experience he could get if he was gonna last, she figured.

Then like a godsend there came another person, this one seemed to know 'Kalte', as it were. Good, now she could move on and not feel as bad about it. By the sounds of things Tiger was busy with himself anyway.

"Don't mind me, just wandering," she said, offering a wave before stepping back herself to the crowd. "G'luck with the landing and all." And then she left the two to their own devices.

Star wars: The End of an Era

Sesran and Willo

Willo considered the Zabrak's plan for a few moments. Pushing through the wall proper would be all but impossible, though the crack in the foundation might provide them with just enough of an advantage to create a small opening. If it worked however, 'Darth Evidian' would be tagging along more closely than she'd anticipated, and she'd have to adjust her plan accordingly.

An explosion in the nearby distance helped her to finalize the decision, and she nodded to him. "Very well, let's make ourselves an entrance," she said.

Taking a few steps back, she prepped herself. If she ever were to admit her weaknesses, attunement with the more visceral and devastating aspects of the force would be among them. Snapping a man's neck was one thing, but summoning up the strength to open up a crack into a proper opening was quite another. Willo let the strength pool within her, let it rise and boil and seep out into her hands as she reached out to the crack in the wall and pushed. Dust trickled free as the rock and steel protested, and slowly, ever so slowly, the crack expanded and the damaged moved inward towards the temple's interior. It would be a long process however, and time was clearly not on their side.

When the Jedi approached them from behind it moved even further from their side. She paused for a moment when she felt their approached, and a quick glance showed that there were two of them. One was older, the other younger, clearly a master and apprentice. Perhaps they thought the two separated Sith were easy pickings. Their mistake.

"Time to see how much that title of yours is worth," she said to Evidian, before returning her focus to the crack in the wall. Putting faith in another was not her ideal situation, but she supposed there was little else to choose from.

"With the exception of a couple limbs, my title will be all that's left of this master and his slave."

Sesran looked towards Willo. "I've seen the corpse, but let's see the skill."

With that, Sesran flipped his hilts out of their holsters and shot the blades towards the Jedi.

"Too late to back out..." Sesran rushed towards the Jedi, swinging first and being blocked while defending a slash from his left from the apprentice. With a clean pirouette Sesran led his sword to the hilt of the Jedi's green saber. Almost touching his fingers.

The apprentice dove towards Sesran in a fury, clearly an unskilled opponent. Sesran blocked and kicked the apprentice back, firing multiple attacks in his direction, the two traded blows back and forth until Sesran's footwork finally paid off. The Jedi's apprentice was off balance giving Sesran time to cut clean through his leg just above the knee, rendering him useless.

"You stay put, you'll see your master slain."

The padawan grasped at his severed leg in agony, his lightsaber tumbled far from his grasp and his mind too muddled to will it back to his hand. He collapsed back, perhaps in shock, but either way that left only the master Jedi and Sesran to square off.

He lunged for the Sith, aiming a few quick slashes for the neck. Sloppy, angry attacks that nonetheless carried weight and power behind them.

Sesran may have been fueld by anger, but his vision was not clouded. He knew exactly what he was doing and why. He ducked and blocked the Master's attacks. Swinging a couple attacks himself, his lightsaber hit the master's shoulder, but just as his shoulder was hit he flipped his saber up to remove Sesran's. He had been wounded badly, but still had his other arm, The master jedi was growing weaker by the second, the fight lasted atleast 10 minutes, back and forth the master and Sesran traded blows. They seemed nigh a fair match.

Sesran had an idea. The master jedi had backed off for a moment. Allowing Sesran to think.
He threw both sabers at the jedi, sheathed but still projectile. In an instant Sesran rolled to the side, and pulled the apprentice's saber through his master. He fell to his knees, dropped his lightsaber, and quietly died.

Sesran looked at the wounded apprentice. "And with your own saber as well."

Looking towards Willo, he pointed to the apprentice and tossed Willo the master's saber. "You finish it."

Willo only half observed the fight between the three warriors. The padawan was easily dispatched as she’d expected, but the master took far longer to take down. Regardless, he fell and her Zabrak ally remained standing. Not a moment too soon, as well.

The crack had been adequately expanded, and she could just barely see the lights inside. The power died down within her and she let out a deep breath, only just reacting in time to catch the saber thrown to her.

“Don’t mind if I do,” she mused, and threw the sword aside as she made her way to the fallen padawan. He was out, and in a battle like this he wouldn’t last long lying out in the open anyway.

Kneeling down beside him she placed a hand on his chest, over where his heart would have been. She could feel the slight beat against her palm, weakly pushing against her own pulse. Was that really all the strength he had to live? With another spark of power she shocked him, not enough to char his form but enough to stop his heart and put him out of his suffering.

With that done, Willo turned back to the new entrance and hopped inside. It would be a tight squeeze to be sure, but it would be even tougher for Evidian. “This way then, let’s see what the Jedi are hiding in here.”

She began to move through, holding her breath in and inching her way closer and closer to the end, until at last she reached the inside of the temple. Now it would be an issue of subtlety until they could find a way to open the doors for the other Sith and Dark Jedi. She checked over her shoulder to see if her ally had made it through.

Sesran followed Willo through the wall.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Glad to see the OOC up! Reposting sheet for convenience.

Tavi

Name: Tavi Jackspar

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: With a lithe, feminine form and no impressive muscle to show, Tavi doesn’t look like much of a fighter. His hair is long, fluffy and dyed some vibrant color or another, as well as styled in a flair to look wild. His clothes get an equal amount of care, and usually favor flash and style over practicality.

Personality: A mix of crafty, deceptive and self-absorbed, Tavi can go from sweet and supportive to manipulative and dangerous in a matter of moments. He holds his silver tongue in high regard, and rarely misses an opportunity to boast about himself in one way or another. Beneath the masks there isn’t much to see, the “real” Tavi is an idea that doesn’t quite exist anymore.

Motive: He’d list a million different reasons before being honest about why he joined. And though he’d go to great lengths to hide it from others, he has a sister that means a great deal to him who isn’t in the best state of health. A promise of proper, secretive medical care was all it took to gain his loyalty.

Ability: Telekinesis in short. Tavi can lift, move and throw objects at a distance and of varying weights through what might appear to be sheer willpower. However in reality the most likely explanation for Tavi’s abilities is an innate control over gravitons. Much like how all of the complex mechanics of balance come to us as an imperceptible second nature, Tavi manipulates the gravitational field of an object in relation to the area around it.
Tavi shows no ability to extend his control to organic materials, meaning people/animals/rooted plants are beyond his capabilities.

Team:

Extras: Tavi has a taste for the spotlight, and while he has a decent voice and can hold his own in a dance, he lacks many practical talents. He can’t cook, he can’t drive, and under no circumstances should he be allowed to temper with any electronics.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Not too shabby, yourself?

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Yeah here's hoping this gets picked up, looks like a real fun concept.