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Oswald would wish for the ability to end the Grimm. The other two he would keep for the rest of his life, waiting until something he absolutely cannot stop happens before using it.

God, Oswald really is almost the same as Emiya Shirou.
Jakobe Russenfalt


Grunting in reply to Sanguin, moving towards her attacker with a look of anger in his eyes. "Since you've been so rude as to refuse our generous terms of not killing you, and you've hurt one of my allies, I have no choice but to destroy you utterly." Raising his halberd, Jakobe brought it down, severing the spearman's forearm from the rest of his body. As his weapon curved down towards the ground, Jakobe redirected it, bringing it forward into a one-armed stab, the spear-end of his halberd driving several inches into the other's chest before coming to a halt.

Pulling his weapon out of the now-deceased bandit, Jakobe held tight as Thunderclap moved away from another attacker, but not without sustaining a long wound to his flank. Thankfully, the damage wasn't serious, but it would definitely become dangerous if left untreated. Glowering at the offending bandit, Jakobe grabbed his longsword in his off-hand as he replaced his halberd on his back. The attacker leapt backwards, trying to draw Sanguin and Jakobe apart, but the cavalier wasn't about to be fooled, sticking by his battle partner. "You gonna be alright, there?"
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Thanks mate. As far as writing Marcus out of the story is concerned, well, he does experiment with high explosives and other dangerous stuff a lot. A lab accident will kill a person just as dead as a Beowulf.


I was thinking Marcus leaves to focus on taking care of the Unsubtle, actually. But that could work too I guess?
I'm sorry, but I'm calling it quits for now. With my current obligations, I simply cannot keep pace with this RP. It was tremendous fun while it lasted, but too much is happening and I cannot give this RP the full attention it deserves. A massive apology to my teammates in particular but I am just not having fun.

At the heart of it, that is what a roleplay is all about: To have fun.

For me, it is just too much content put on too fast for what little time I can dedicate.


I was honestly expecting this. Nothing against you, and it really was a lot of fun. Good luck, you crazy tank-driving bastard, you.
Gren's fine with having something sweet sometimes, but it's all about moderation. No greens and all sweet and you're going to be killed by sugar.


One does not gain fifty pounds in one year by doing things in moderation.

IT WAS ALL FOOD, ALL THE TIME! PACKED WITH FAT AND PROTEIN! GOTTA BULK, MANG!!!!
Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks

His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me."

Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"
Jakobe Russenfalt- Westroad Village


As some of the members of the Reclaimers each attempted their own way to discourage the bandit leader, Jakobe simply watched on, his halberd tight in his hands. He was waiting for the moment to strike. Between everybody speaking, moving, and enacting their own plans, the bandit leader was distracted enough that an attack landed, and despite hurting the woman slightly, the end result was in their favor: the leader was running, the girl was freed, and their enemies were momentarily confused as how to react.

Sanguin shot forward after the leader, but wound up locked in combat with another bandit, as Hugh called for the group to engage. Taking his cue, Jakobe gave a kick to Thunderclap's flanks with each foot, sending the pair forward as well. As he approached, Jakobe flourished with his halberd and moved between the bandits and the dancer. "Go now, we'll hold these bastards off! Get one of our healers to see to that wound of yours as well!"
Oswald Connolly- Team MODE dorm

Entering the Team MODE dorm room, Oswald chuckled at the sight of Emerald tangled up in the blankets, walking over to his belongings and picking out a decent set of clothes for the day on the town with Sapphire. Unlike Sapphire, however, his casual attire was nearly identical to what he wore under his combat gear- a white collared shirt and a pair of black pants. For a few moments, he considered taking his brigandine with him, but decided against it.

He also spent a short while debating bringing his sword and dust, but again decided against it. His physique was enough to deter any random fight-starters, and failing that, he would easily be able to fight off all but another hunter-in-training.

Deciding that he was ready, Oswald made his way to the door before pausing and turning to his teammate. "Hey, Emerald, going to shower, then go out on the town with Sapphire for a while." Making sure that he could get back into his room, Oswald grabbed his necessities and made his way to the showers.
Jakobe Ruseenfalt- Westroad Village


Grimacing at the way the situation had progressed, Jakobe turned to Hugh and grimaced. Of course their enemy was willing to resort to such a tactic, they'd already been pillaging when the Reclaimers arrived. He was considering an attempt to convince the bandit that their best chance at not being brutally slaughtered would be to give up the girl and go home, but he wasn't sure they'd be willing to commit to such a thing. Neither side looked willing to back down, and the stand-off was the picture of tension.

Jakobe would have the advantage if he were to fight the bandit leader man-to-man, but the fact that they were holding a defenseless woman with a sword to her throat told Jakobe that these folks weren't the type to value honor or integrity. Put simply, this was a hell of a dilemma.

Nickolas's move was a hell of a crapshoot, and all Jakobe could do when he started his speech was look on in a mixture of horror, curiosity, and hope.
Holy hell...Gren and Abel. Get yo shit together
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