MonsieurShade

Sky High Academy

@BurningCold Going off of your CS, Russel would be in gym three with the other thrid years. Zaheer is in gym two with the second years.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

After having gotten both himself and Marzipan up onto the roof Jacque reclaimed his box and tied it to his waist before crouching and trying to peer over the edge of the roof. He made a point not to lean over too far however, knowing that all it would take was a strong gust of wind to send him toppling over to his death. He'd seen such a thing happen to many animals in the mountainous regions he occasionally passed through. "What I wouldn't give to be a mountain goat right about now." He muttered as he followed the others downward and onto the ground below and away from the castle.

He would hardly get a reprieve from further weirdness as a fairly mundane looking gentleman wandered out from the tree line to deliver a greeting and, grocery bags? "This day continues to get stranger, no?" He grunted before he picked up the bag that was labelled as his. The contents of the bag where rather nice by Jacque's standards: a cloak, a dark grey wool shirt, similarly grey cotton pants, and a rather nice pair of boots. It was all certainly nicer than the patchwork of poorly sewn together pelts that Jacque normally wore. The man wasted little time stripping down to his boxers to change despite the presence of the others, caring little for anything that could be said of his actions. Once he was fully dressed and had all of his possessions in place Jacque calmly placed the old pelts into the bag and looked to the rag tag group expectantly, "So, where do we go from here? I'm open to suggestions.".

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

A question, judging by the fact that this seems to be a bit closer to medieval times than modern, could I say that the clothing in the picture I used for my CS be the clothing that Jacque received seeing as they're relatively period appropriate, or would you prefer something a bit more simple?

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Apologies for the infrequency of my posts. Work can be a bitch and a half when you're on call for all but two days out of the week.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Jacque had begun to sigh in relief as whatever sort of bizarre rage Julia had come under dissipated, however the sigh was interrupted rather quickly by a sharp inhalation as the door that his arrow was embedded in was shattered by someone outside. Jacque hurriedly shouldered his quiver and bow before snatching up the box and scrambling towards the chimney. His ascent would be stopped by one of the others making mention of the fact that they would likely have some difficulty going up the chimney. Normally Jacque would have simply told the woman to either try to or stay behind for whatever was about to enter the room, however he realized that he too would have his own share of difficulty ascending the chimney thanks to the box under his arm. The man quickly glanced back, growing increasingly concerned with the shrinking window of time for an escape. And then, an idea occurred. "I'll help you up. Just hold this over your head." He grunted before roughly shoving the box towards Marzipan's person. A scraping sound could be heard from within the box, followed by a hissing noise, not unlike the sound of dead leaves rustling as the occupant of the box took issue with being roughly moved about..

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Jacque took the information that had been given to him almost worryingly well, responding with a soft "Ah", before getting up and grunting a bit as he stretched to relieve the stiffness in his his creaking joints. The mountain man was by no means not phased by what was going on, however he'd seen more than his fair share of abnormal events to at least be able to take it all in without too much issue. Even the scent of blood which hang heavy in the air was not enough to completely throw him off after years of hunting and preparing his own meals, though he did have to cover his mouth with his hand to help avoid audibly retching at the sight of the corpses. He could field dress a boar or a deer without so much as a blink, but that did little to prepare him for the sight of a dead man, though of the little being done it managed to keep him from actually vomiting or becoming completely hysterical. Jacque pried his eyes away from the bodies and knelt to untie the rope that bound him and the little wooden box together.

Jacque had just finished completely removing the box from his person when the one who had introduced herself as Julia snapped and made a lunge for one of the other living souls in the room, seemingly intent on murdering the man with a jagged piece of wood. Jacque snatched up the bow as well as one of the ten arrows that lay in his quiver before notching it. He began to aim directly at Julia, however his body went rigid as he squashed down the instinct to let the arrow fly. This wasn't like shooting at a wolf or a lynx to stop them from attacking a hiker, it was a person, a human being. Jacque grit his teeth and aimed a few feet ahead of Julia before letting the arrow fly, hoping that the sight of the deadly projectile whizzing by ahead of her would snap the woman out of whatever rage she'd come under.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Jacque awoke with a start, giving a barely audible gasp as his eyes adjusted to the lights (or lack thereof) around him. From the very moment he reached consciousness the man realized that there were several things that were very wrong. The first thing was the most obvious: there was no sky above him, and the ground that lie beneath was most definitely not soil. Following this unpleasant discovery was an even more worrisome one: There were voices around him, voices that happened to be extremely close by. Where they thieves? Natives that took issue with him passing through some unmarked territorial boundary? Cannibals? The possibilities were as endless as they were potentially unpleasant. Or at least, they would have been had Jacque noticed a distinct lack of bindings and missing property. His bow was still firmly clutched in his left hand and the leather quiver and arrows were still beneath his wrist, the weight of the knife on his belt had not been alleviated, meaning that was still there too. Jacque slowly twitched his right foot, testing to see if- yes, the little wooden box was still tied to his ankle, and judging from the scraping sound within, as was the occupant of the box.

If this was a kidnapping then it was a pretty piss poor one, after all the only thing missing was his weather blanket. He decided to actually tune in to what was being said, just in time to hear a feminine voice inquire about something that involved claws of anarchy. What was the phrase, Jacque wondered, risk it for a biscuit? 'Well here goes the risk...' He mused as he slowly sat up and eyes his surroundings. There was some wariness on his face as he eyed the people around him and his surroundings. Jacque registered it all for a second before he opened his mouth and said the only thing that was really of any worth to him: "Where the hell am I, and what the hell is happening?". His voice was deep, though it cracked a bit as he spoke, almost as though the man hadn't said anything in a good while. Technically true considering the last person he'd spoken to was a hiker in need of direction a week ago. The nomad eyed the cluster of people before him as he awaited his answer.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Not quite sure whether or not i've actually been accepted into this role play, however if I am, I decided to edit my CS to give my character a bit more of a nomadic mountain man sort of feel rather than what he originally was. Got a sort of wasteland wanderer vibe from the previous version that didn't quite sit well with me considering the nature of this RP.

Sky High Academy

@MonsieurShadeI'd have to assume that electrocution could be a hazard for jack in his ink form, though I don't exactly see how Ptolemy is a high risk person(or fish person) to fight

@Blizz

Water is known as the universal solvent. Enough of it would very easily disperse and dilute ink to a point where it would be near impossible to use properly. Due to Ptolemy's hydrokinetic abilities he could, in time, render the usage of ink by Jack null if Jack were to provide some sort of opening.

Sky High Academy

@Blizz Ultimately this isn't my decision. I was just explaining what could lead to what. The important factors are how well one can use their abilities or the abilities themselves. I mean take a look at Dimitri for example: The only reason I stated IC that he managed to squeak by with a hero ranking during his first year is the fact that his powers play an obvious offensive and defensive role despite his pacifistic nature and general inexperience using his abilities at the time.

With Jack there are indeed limits, just not immediately apparent ones. For example his drawings are limited by imagination, which although theoretically limitless, will not always guarantee a solution to a problem immediately. Adding to that, it's pretty hard to create something while in combat, simply because the brain would be forced to multitask between figuring out the most appropriate tool for the job AND keep up with the fight enough to avoid injury. Then you'd have to take into account that ink can be diluted, evaporated, or even burned away. So people like Ptolemy and Xiu Yong would be very high risk individuals for Jack to fight. Lastly, and most importantly there's Jack himself, or rather his body. I'd like to assume that none of the people thus far are capable of using their powers or fighting indefinitely, simply because of the fact that the body can only do but so much before it gives out. From what i've seen, just about everyone here can be put down in some sort of way that would be considered normal: fatigue, blood loss, gunshots, stabbing, bludgeoning, suffocation, drowning, burning, electrocution, at least one of these things can be considered a very real threat to any individual character.