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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Post was absolutely perfect, Kei! Everyone's been nailing their scenes and writing so much. I cannot overstate how much fun I'm having reading everyone's wonderful writing and how much fun I'm having writing myself. I am having the time of my life

FIGHT FIGHT GO GO FIGHT WHOO

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Phillis Circus: Big Top – Audience Seating

“Damnit!” Estelle cursed as she charged forwards, lunging at the katana swinging Tammie as fast as she could and gripping her waist to bring her down to the ground in a sudden tackle before Tammie’s swing could cleave Estelle’s skull in two. It didn’t matter what Estelle’s friends had done to provoke the magician girl, you just don’t attempt to cut an unarmed girl’s face in with a sword, especially one who was actually just trying to help you a second ago!

Tammie landed unceremoniously hard on the floor with her butt, grunting in agony as the katana she had been using clattered on the ground to her side, with Estelle’s body landing on her side right next to Tammie. Tammie’s eyes opened up to see Estelle’s face glaring immediately in front of her, and was then shocked to feel a sudden pain hit her in the stomach as Estelle booted her as far away as she could, whilst simultaneously rolling backwards.



The ground where the pair had been lying on seconds earlier suddenly exploded as the weighty force of Abram’s panda smashed downwards, chunks of shattered and splintered wood flying through the air. Estelle rolled to her feet as quickly as she could, grabbing the wayward katana as she did, and fled past the mess of chairs in her way as she ran as quickly as she could to where Crispin had fell.

“Ooh, you silly panda!” Tammie pouted as she rearranged her magician’s cap just right on her head, completely oblivious to the fact that Estelle had just narrowly saved her life. “You almost squashed me! Move!”

A swing of her cape yielded the sudden vanishing of the panda entirely.

Meanwhile, Estelle jumped over the barrier to the performance ring, and raced as quickly as she could to the fallen Crispin, gripping his shoulder and shaking it rapidly in the hope of stirring him back to consciousness.

“Hey! You! Wake up!” Estelle started shouting. “Get up, you idiot! You started this mess!” There was no immediate reaction to Estelle’s screams and shaking, so she ended up slapping his cheek, hoping that might awaken the fire brawler. “Up! Now!”

She then suddenly froze, as a giant shadow befell both her and Crispin. Gingerly turning around to look over her shoulder, Estelle saw the silhouette of the fearsome Abram tower above them, the whites of his clenched teeth and angry eyes visible before her.

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Phillis Circus: Big Top - Tightrope

Isabella, upon reaching the tightrope after Aria thanks to Abram’s elephant Elena’s lift, wasted no time in beginning to make her way towards Aria, calmly and confidently withdrawing and readying her knives with which to fight, spinning them in her hands until they were both held in separate directions. As she stalked closer and closer, Aria managed to pull herself up and onto the tightrope as well, only barely managing to balance herself with the aid of her fans and look all around her, hoping against hope for some way out of this god-awful situation she was put within, and not sure what to do. Isabella crept closer and closer, her face betraying no hint of fear or apprehension.

What… what should she do?

What could she do?

Isabella Boss Theme:
Watch Me
Isabella’s walk suddenly became brisker, her feet tiptoeing on and bouncing the rope up and down to unstable Aria’s footing as she crossed the gap between the pair in the span of a single gasp. With one knife raised up overhead, aimed at stabbing downwards in one of the illusionist’s shoulders, the other was swept up low, destined to pierce Aria in her stomach.

Isabella was on the attack.

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Phillis Circus: Audience Ring

“Raaargaaah!” A mighty paw swept up into the air, before viciously dropping to smack against the roaring, biting opponent below it. As Lidya the lion continued to snap at Lucien’s bear summon as hard as it could, Lucien kept on his attack’s advantage as best he could, using this element of surprise to hopefully knock the lion into submission before it could beat him. But it was easier said then done. His bear summon was powerful and mighty indeed, but he was fighting against a king of the beasts itself. A lion was no joke.

And it was getting more and more angry by the second. And it wasn’t just the lion, either…

‘No!’ Lucien’s mental cry shrieked through the bear’s mind as he continued to swat and punch Lidya over and over. ‘Stay focused! Focused!’ Through his summoned animal, he was beginning to sink into his own bestial rage at the nature of this fight… his bear summon becoming as feral and vicious as any true wild animal and almost uncontrollable at that. It took all of Lucien’s might to reel it back and keep himself at bay from going too far – the lion scared him, but he didn’t want to kill it. As far as he knew it was a domesticated and pretty talented, traditionally friendly cat at that. It was just protecting its masters. Unconscious, not dead. That’s all he needed to do.

But the bear was fighting him just as hard as Lidya was… and the strain that this was having on his mind as well was almost too much…

And that pain was only escalated by a fresh swath of hurt reverberating across his entire body, as his bear’s body was wracked with bone crushing strength from the gorilla, Olga, who slammed both of its hands together in a two handed punch on the bear’s back.



He staggered off and to the side, dazed and in pain, almost collapsing. Lidya rose back up beside Olga, as angry as ever. Lucien, in his real body, hidden amongst a mass of seats, could barely breathe, with his mouth involuntarily coughing up blood. The pain… the pain was simply unreal…

And the bear –his mind, his control suddenly became lost to him. Gone was any sort of reason and logic the summoner usually had - now nothing more then a ferocious, animalistic beast. The bear and Lucien both unleashed an primal, bone chilling howl, and the bear charged forwards to both Lidya and Olga.

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Phillis Circus: Outside

“Eh?” Max didn’t managed to walk too far before suddenly stopping, turning back in surprise at the voices that called from the smoking wreckage behind him.

The woman… and some man with her, were both walking and conscious out of the damage he had caused, both still conscious and prepared to fight. What kind of people were they?! Granted his attacks hadn’t intended to be fatal, but he was still surprised to be able to see anyone walk away from it and demand a fight back at him. What on Ddaear were they?

“Stalker? What’re ya talkin’ about?” Max frowned, squinting his eyes at the duo. He then grunted and spat to the side, not really in the mood for caring what the answer might have been, and knowing that trusting people like these to be telling the truth a wasted venture. Lies to distract, as they tried to destroy his home and threaten sweet Tammie. Ain’t gonna happen.

If they wanted more, he’d be glad to oblige and help make sure they slept the rest of the day away yessiree.

He crouched low, one hand punched against the ground. From the tips of his feet up to his ankles and shins, his legs began to throb and glow, building in intensity and heat, as Max focused his magical power on activating his particular gifts. If the lady and fella wanted a show, he’d give it them.

But then suddenly, without warning, shocking both him and Moira and Syed was a chaotically loud erupting sound from somewhere behind them (courtesy of Lute and Delilah’s fight with Sammie and Cammie) and then, from the distance, a sparkling light…

…following by a scorching beam that detonated a small explosion by Syed’s side.

“What the heck?!” Syed jumped. Max too looked confused, but shrugged as he turned his head back around to focus on the two Guilders, his legs glowing even white hotter.

Max Boss Theme:
Let's Go

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Phillis Circus: Outside the Big Top

“St- stevie?! What happened?”

Lily turned on the spot, looking down at her brother who was no haphazardly sprawled on the ground as her visor’s heat vision capabilities came fully online. Without warning, his stability had been destroyed, and the laser beam he had been charging and prepared to fire at Trixie’s voice thrown widely off course to careen off somewhere else in the circus. He fell to the ground with a harsh grunt, and tried to do what he can to stand back up again, but found it impossible. Through the haze of Trixie’s smoke grenade, he looked down at his stilts, gasping in surprise at the sight he found before him.

One of his stilt’s was terribly warped and bent, almost at a 90° angle, making it impossible to stand on. He simply couldn’t believe it, unable to comprehend how such a thing could happen. He and his sister’s stilts had been handcrafted by them, and were thus built to be flawlessly sturdy and always reliable. How could something bend such metal as that, and so easily?

A certain metallurgist who even now was charging to do the same thing to the stiltman’s sister, that’s who.

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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Just seen Aki's video

What the dickens

Tally ho everyone! How are you all today? Wonderfully spiffing I hope, eh? The weekend is finally upon us and Pach, that wonderfully handsome sod, has got three days off! Pip pip cheerio eh wot!

I'll be catching up on and reading all of those posts in a little bit, and after I've done so and allowed Kei the chance to get her own up, I'll have a scrumptious post of my own up in a jiffy.

Pokemon doesn't suck, Buns. >:C It's just... gotten needlessly complicated and convoluted and could do with a massive killing of 90% of them all. :)

MUSICCCC

Braces for death from Buns

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Post is up! I apologise in advance for the horrifying length of it and the control of some peoples' characters but... I kind of enjoyed writing that (I got the idea for Isa's fight with Crispin and Aria during work today and couldn't wait to get home to write it), so I hope everyone at least enjoys reading it...? >.>; Buns, if there's anything you'd like me to change with regards to Moira, please let me know and I'll do so asap. But I hope at least you like the setup I've given you, and that my post feels true to her character. I love her a lot. Same with Aria, Crispin and Tammie too. :) Rex, if there's anything you'd like me to edit with Crispy and Tammie too, let me know! And Kathi... you can just suffer >8D

Aki, I'll check your vid out (against my better judgement) after I walk my doggy and get some dinner. :) Same with Ryver's vid too, although I think I've seen it before. XD I think a more realistic/mature Pokemon rp would be cool, but I'm far too out of date with my knowledge on Pokemon to really be able to do one. The last stuff I remember is Gold and Silver huehahauehe.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Phillis Circus – Sky

Higher and higher, and higher further still… Max continued to propel his body and his hapless victims higher into the sky, passing through a blanket of clouds and leaving behind a rapidly shrinking speck of circus behind. Moira continued to struggle onto consciousness, the pain boring into her stomach from Max’s fists and the power of his accompanying thrust being almost too much to bear, but still the berserker held on, too enraged and gripped in anger to pass out just yet. Below, Syed continued to panic and fret, but his presence hadn’t even been noticed by Max yet. After all, people didn’t tend to be magically bound to another to the point where they couldn’t be more then a certain distance apart. Then again, most people didn’t tend to be a human rocket, either.

“Woah there, ya still with me, right? Don’t go passing out on me now.”

Moira could barely comprehend the words at first. It took her a few seconds to actually process them, as well as the fact that she had actually stopped moving. She was still uncomfortably suspended high in the sky, but for now, they weren’t actually ascending any higher. Groaning and straining to open her eye, wanting to vomit, she saw the blurry figure of Max beside her, his lower body consumed in fire and flame as he continued to push himself to a stable hover, with his hands still gripping Moira’s stomach at just the right point to hold her aloft.

“You… little… fucke-”

“Now now,” Max tsked, his heavy accent lilting over Moira. “You and ya’ll buddies went ahead and started this little mess here. Best be takin’ some responsibility, yeah?”

“I’m… going… to…”

“Just be glad ya not locked in one of the toilets. That’s horrifying. Anyway… see ya at the bottom.”

And with that, he let go.

Moira felt herself fall, the weight of the world gripping on her and pulling her back down again, Max’s body rapidly shrinking into that same insignificant speck the world below had become, which was now only growing larger and larger. Her hands instinctively reached out for him, to try and grab him and stop herself, but by then it was too late. She just fell, and there was nothing she could do.

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Phillis Circus: Big Top: Audience Stands

“You be explaining meaning of this, da?”

‘Crap, crap, crap!’ Lucien couldn’t think of anything to say that might appease the muscle laden man before him, especially with his terrifying bevy of beasts besides and the rapidly escalating fights around them. Abram and the other circus performers no doubt knew that he was affiliated with the rest of the Pride after he had ring side seats next to Moira and Syed (boy, he really hoped they were okay) and so pretending to be an innocent, dopey bystander didn’t look it’d work. And with how everything else was turning out… he didn’t really think explaining about how Abram and his friends were possibly kidnapping people would really help either. Because… why would it?

“Why you no talk?”

And jokes… Lucien’s heart and soul, those brilliant, amazing jokes…! Abram really didn’t seem to be in a laughing mood right now.

“Puny little man in little girly dress, you answer Abram!”

So, he’d have to fight! Except… except Abram was stupidly massive and powerful and had three equally huge and powerful animals all around him! Fighting one of them might have been possible, but not with odds of four to one! He could summon one of his animals, but there was no way he could fight them and defend his prone body at the same time! Normally in a fight he’d have one of his buddies help to protect his real, physical body, but here…

“Ah, eheh, exit stage left?” Lucien shrugged, dashing as quickly as he could up to one of the tent’s exits in the same way Lute had lured Sammie out, hoping he could lose those ferocious animals in the tents outside. But at Abram’s command, the lion Lidya began dashing after him.

Lucien didn’t even reach halfway up before Lidya was upon him, springing into the air and aiming to pounce Lucien to the ground. But before that even happened, the summoner tripped over one of the knocked over chairs, and collapsed to the ground just as the lion sailed overhead, narrowly missing Lucien’s own lovely head. He had narrowly avoided that attack, but the lion was already spinning around to face Lucien’s front, and from behind was still Abram and his other beasts…

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Eyes widening with alarm, Estelle skidded to as sudden a stop as she could, a few feet away from where Tammie stood threatening in front of her, her two hands brandishing a katana much like her sister Sammie had to fight off against Lute. She shifted her body into as much of a defensive stance as she could, but even then she wasn’t sure what her chances like this might prove to be – she was completely weaponless and without any of her armour to boot. Tammie had her at a major disadvantage.

And yet…

Estelle couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Or, also what she was going to say…

“Er… you do realise you’re holding it wrong, right?” The swordswoman blinked at Tammie with disbelief. Tammie then perked up from her seriously readied mind in confusion at what Estelle was saying. Her eyes then looked down at the sword.

“Wait, really, I am?”

“Er… yeah…” A bead of sweat dropped down Estelle’s neck. “If you’re going to hold it like that and swing it or use it in any way… you’re going to cut yourself, you know.”

“Cut myself!?” Tammie shrieked. “Eeeep!”

‘…what am I doing…?’ Estelle asked herself. She then cried out in alarm as she witnessed the shocking twist in the battle below her.

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Phillis Circus: Big Top: Performance Ring

The little brat’s deflection of her knives caused even more pockets of flame to emerge about the tent, rekindling the fire that Tammie had worked so hard to put out to burn anew once more. Once again, a burst of anger shot throughout Isabella at the thought of the upstart little child daring to do this to her family and home, but she quickly buried the anger, knowing full well that such emotions would not lend her a victory. As she always was with her performance, she needed to be cool, calm and composed in order to be victorious. Crispin’s actions were only added encouragement for her to make him pay.

As he charged forth, Aria threw back Isabella’s knives as deftly as the acrobat had, both sharp implements aimed at her with uncanny precision. But Isabella looked entirely unfazed by the danger, instead allowing her body to fall backwards in the exact same motion as she had done before, sweeping her legs up in the path of the knives…

…and catching the handles in-between her toes, spinning her body around in an elegant handstand and then volleying the weapons straight back at Aria. As she did, she hopped back onto her feet, her hand now brandishing another knife, raised to stab the approaching Crispin at close range. She lunged forward, driving her knife forward to pierce the brawler in the shoulder, but was left completely stunned and unintentionally speechless when she found the action unsuccessful.

The knife just passed harmlessly through his body.

What?

And then pain befell Isabella in her stomach – an unseen, invisible pain that pummelled into her and sent her flying backwards, inadvertently coughing up blood as she skidded to a crash backwards, blackened scorch marks left imprinted on her bare skin from where Crispin’s knuckles had burnt through her clothing.

“Alright!” Crispin grinned, not knowing entirely how or why that had worked, but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He turned to look towards Aria, his fist rising to give his ally a thumbsup…

...and felt a crashing pain ten times worse then the punch he had given Isabella greet him in his face. The blow and shock was instantaneous, throwing him backwards clean across the length of the performance stage, to crash against one of the far barriers to the pit.

“Isa, my little sister, are you alright?”



Abram Boss Theme:
Fight On
The acrobat groggily rose to her feet to witness Abram standing in front of her, his whole powerful body standing rigid, his arm outstretched from where he had punched Crispin. The man’s moustache bristled mightily, and he looked towards the acrobat with grave concern. Concern which Isabella shook off, not one to continually focusing on such pain when she had a more important job to do. She nodded to the woman over Abram’s shoulder, and then tilted her head up. Abram nodded.

Meanwhile, as this occurred, Aria winced as she gripped her bleeding shoulder, and the knife that was imbedded inside. The pain stung, but it was one she was willing to accept. She couldn’t have moved to avoid the knife without having it affect her illusion on Crispin. In order for him to hit Isabella with his fiery punch, she would have to take this hit, and pray that it was enough. But then that muscleman Abram had appeared, and Isabella looked to still be able to stand on her feet… and Aria could only wince back in pain.

And then shock, as she felt something wrap around her torso and grip her tightly. Looking down, she was stunned to find the trunk of an elephant holding her, and then suddenly and sharply fling her high into the air, towards the tent’s ceiling. Her arms and legs spun in confusion and horror, and then her return fall was just as suddenly stopped as her body hit a taut rope stretching across the width of the tent. Her hands scrambled to grab hold as she started to fall again, saving herself.

And then her eyes turned to the other side of the rope after feeling it sway inside her hands, to Isabella who had been thrown onto the tightrope thanks to the mighty Abram below. To Isabella who stalked towards her, devoid of any fear of the massive drop below them, as the acrobat reached for another of her many knives.

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Phillis Circus – Sky

How could it all end this way? It couldn’t, it just… couldn’t. She had lived a long life so far and done many things, but she was still only forty-four, damnit! She still had a long life left, and a lot of shit she still needed to do! Like watching her son and grandson grow, helping Estelle and the rest of her friends find those annoying missing Guildleaders of hers and deliver that dumb letter, drink a shit ton more alcohol and punch a lot more faces in, not to mention get rid of her stupid curse to Syed… it couldn’t end like this!

And that’s another thing that shocked and haunted her. Syed. Because of her, and the bond they shared, he too would… die from this fall. There was no way to avoid it, and no way to stop it. And that wasn’t right. That wasn’t fair. How the fuck could this happen? He had a life and family too! And for all of it… all of this to end because of some obnoxious little twat dropping them from the sky and hitting the ground to a finite end it… it wasn’t right. Going down in an epic sky splitting sword fight was one fucking thing, but this was just straight up fucking embarrassing. How could it end like this?!

The ground below was rapidly approaching. The little dots she saw below developed into tents, and then she could see the people running below. Damnit… there literally wasn’t anything she could do, was there? She closed her eyes, awaiting that final impact, knowing that this would fucking hurt as fuck… but at least, she supposed, it’d be brief.

Moira felt a sudden blow smash into her, not from her front which she had expected, but her side. Her body was thrown with the same frightening speed as before, but this time to the sky, parallel above the ground, and Syed was dragged alongside her, inches from hitting the ground. Moira gritted her teeth and shouted, as the human rocket Max punched her through several of the Phillis Circus’ tents, tearing through them one by one, slowing the momentum of her descent, before letting go and allowing Moira and Syed to continue barrelling through the rest that was in her way, crashing through tents and stand to land with a loud bang into a bouncy castle, the poor children’s toy deflating with a gasping wheeze as the impact popped it.



Max’s body somersaulted through the air and landed on the ground with a punching crouch, as smoke and debris littered the crash site from where Moira and Syed had landed. Max lifted his glasses up, inspecting the damage, before turning around to walk away and rejoin his companions. What Max had done wouldn’t have been fatal – painful still, to an almost impossible degree, yes, but not fatal. Not compared to a straight drop against a hard ground, anyway.

“Ya just be grateful I ain’t no killer, lady,” Max spoke over his shoulder as he walked away. “Not like you and your fire totin’ buddy. You be thinkin’ about that in dreamland, y’hear?”

From the smoking wreckage, a bloody hand reached out and grabbed a wayward pole. Familiar bloodshot eyes opened up, both trained upon the back of Max Powers. A hoarse growl left the owner’s lips.

“I’m gonna fucking murder him.”

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You sound exactly like me and my mornings getting to work, waking up 15 minutes before it starts. 8D

...although I tend to be five minutes later instead. D8

Okay I don't know where the exactly came into it. D|

Good luck with class, Kathi! :)

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

lol why would you be sorry for using the banner, Ryver? XD Like Rex said, it's what it's there for and why I made it! ^_^ I love Jett's CS, and I can't wait for him and Nani to join the action 8D

Lovely music selections, everyone! Alice Cooper and the Fray are <3, plus Pachi loves himself some electronica. Unfortunately Aki's vid wouldn't work for me (and considering the image preview this is probably for the best?), it's blocked from my country :'c

I've caught up on everyone's posts, and may I just say that they are fabulous? This line in particular, this line... gdi Rex. Best line ever.

Trixie said "WHOA THAT'S SO COOL, CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH AFTER WE BEAT YOU?"

I'll be starting work on my own post soon, although it'll probably only be Max and potentially Xandra for now, since I want to update the Big Top scene after Kathi's had a chance to post. :> But before I start, a bit of a break. Work was tiring! Phew. How's everyone else doing today?

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Ryver, if you'd like to post your char's CS in the OOC, you're more then welcome. :>

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Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage

A face contorted in surprise and aggravation. Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes in the split second that woman had suddenly came flying from out of nowhere, tackling the arsonist Crispin out of the way of Isabella’s attacks; both her knife and her kick. As they tumbled to the floor, Aria’s body twisted and rolled into a crouch, her leg automatically sweeping to knock Isabella’s own from under her, as Crispin lunged forwards with a fist enflamed, destined to punch Isabella in the face much the same way the acrobat’s leg was intended for him, all in the space of a few minutes.

A face contorted and twisted in sheer venom and anger.

But then, an exhalation of breath, and a closing of eyes. Calmness washed over the acrobat, as she let her body fall backwards…

…and back flipped out of the path of both Guilders’ attacks, her legs leaving the floor the instant before Aria’s leg sliced through their prior standing, her head and upper torso falling out of Crispin’s range and instead, one of her feet colliding with Crispin’s jaw as she back flipped once, twice, three times back and out of range.

As she stood back perfectly upright, her arms stretched out before her, Isabella looked on at her two opponents, silently reading them and gauging how best to follow the fight up.

“ATH! MANTH! I THINK I BITH MY TONGUTH!” Crispin groaned as he held onto his chin and mouth. How the hell had she done that? He knew Isabella was good, being one of the senior most members of the circus and one of their most talented in the short space of time he had been at the circus… but how could she be that good? Broken! Hax! Calling time-out!

Isabella wasted no time in reaching for more of her knives, deftly flinging four with intense speed all aimed at the pair…