Psyker Landshark

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Last final on Monday, won't be able to post until then, studying my ass off.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

FUCK IT, WE'RE DOING IT LIVE

Wingless: From the Cracked-Open Sky

What?

Wingless: From the Cracked-Open Sky

Kathrine was the only one to respond to Felix's greeting, but she seemed to be distracted by something, given the blank look on her face. Odd, given how she was usually so friendly. Even if there was something off-putting about her constant friendliness, she was still better than Isis' constant adherence to the rules and lack of fun. And the less said about that emo Carbon, the better. That still left Southey and Rinshan, but Felix was rather neutral on both of them. Southey was rather easy to steal from, as Felix himself could attest to when he'd nabbed her canteen on a mission a few weeks back. Still, he'd actually felt bad about that one, given how much it seemed to be like kicking a wounded puppy. And Rinshan was, well, just a kid. She was sweet enough, he supposed, but rather boring. Just some kid with no potential for any sort of violent fun yet. He probably would've been able to get a good brawl out of her in a year if it hadn't been for the whole cripple thing, really.

"And you're usually so friendly, too." He gave Kathrine a teasing gripe, noting her slip. "I take it the heat's gotten to you, then?"

But before anyone could say anything else, Commander Lightpost spoke up and gave them their mission before berating everyone but Isis for their lack of canteens.

"Oh...right. Sorry, boss." Felix chuckled, awkwardly scratching the back of his head before shrugging. "Oh well. Not like I can't procure a canteen before we head out." And by procuring, he meant sneaking into somewhere he wasn't supposed to be and nabbing someone else's canteen for himself. Then again, it wasn't like he could actually say that to his commander. The only reason he hadn't been punished and possibly kicked out of Daedalus for stealing back in Al'Ket was because he had never actually been caught stealing and there was no real evidence to bring against him.

Oh well. At least he didn't have to deal with Dumont today. The man was a damn good fighter and taught well, but he infuriatingly refused to fight Felix seriously. Even though the man wasn't a Fae anymore, Felix still had the feeling that he'd give him a better fight than anyone else in this sleepy little village. He'd tried provoking the man during training, but Dumont still wouldn't oblige. Oh, well. Might as well keep trying. Dumont would give in to the urge to stab him in the face sooner or later.

"So find some kid that got lost in the woods and bring him back to his mother. Sounds simple enough." Felix grinned at both Kairn and Clark at the same time as an idle thought popped into his head. "Hey boss, if we don't get into any combat during this mission, can I fight Dumont for real after?" A hint of eager, but not malicious bloodthirst came across Felix's tone at the thought of finally getting a full-out, no-holds-barred fight.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

mattmanganon said
To date, Japan has never made anything good using the Transfomers franchise

Counterpoint, the Japanese dub of Energon.

Edged Horizon

"Damn him!" He was sad, angry, frustrated at how Fion had accused his mother of the nonsense that he was going through. He had stopped his aimless wandering through the estate in search of the crystala boy to hit the wall next to him with closed fist. Outside of this and simply screaming, he didn't quite know what else to do to vent his frustration.

His relief process was interupted by the shaking of the house, and by the large thing that had nearly toppled him. "Oh, Araki," he had stated blankly as he recovered; slight embarassment showing on his face for having thought of the boy as a "thing".

"Well, I'm going to assume that it was him seeing as how this house is deserted," he had said in tandem with the second vibration, a pace entering his step as he began to lead the way to the source of the shaking. "Have you found anyone? This place is deserted..."

After venting his feelings through an outburst of wind magic, Fion remained silently at Richard's side, studying the old butler's corpse. From what he could tell, the man's death hadn't been from actual battle. The greatsword in his hands meant that he'd been rushing to help the other Seyours, but there were no wounds on his body.

Considering all of the rubble that Fion had found him in, he had probably been crushed under something collapsing. Bowing his head down, it occurred to Fion that Richard deserved at least a decent burial. He wouldn't bury any of the other wastes of space that comprised his family, save for perhaps his mother, but he'd damn well bury one of the only people in this household that treated him decently. Picking Richard's body up with his arm, Fion stepped out of the side courtyard, trying to figure out a good place to bury him. Perhaps out in the gardens? The old man did like to spend his break time out there.

Emerging from the ruins of the house, Fion came across Araki and the mage from earlier, already speaking to each other. Still clutching Richard's corpse in his arm, he walked over to the two of them.

"Either of you seen a shovel lying around?"

"No, no corpses either," Araki replied as he followed after 'Riley' for a moment before he held up the damaged weapon, "only thing of interest was this. Whatever hit the house left little behind." He turned at the sound of someone approaching them, and frowned at the body Fion carried in his arms. He didn't really know what to feel considering he had only known Richard for a brief while, but there was certainly regret mixed in. The man had been polite and even seemingly kind at times to him.

"Shovel?" He wasn't quite familiar with what a shovel was, but nevertheless he hadn't seen anything in his brief comb of the house. "No, only this," he muttered again as he held up the weapon again. Maybe Fion would be more familiar with it.

Fion's eyes widened upon seeing the blade.

"That's...my mother's sword." He said, closing his eyes and sighing. Damn. Perhaps the one Seyour that he'd hoped had lived, and now there was pretty much proof that she was dead. "Did you find a body, or was it gone like the rest?"

The news that Araki had brought was... troubling, to the man. How does one of the most influential houses in Cykes just simply disappear? The sword had been the only thing found, but what exactly did that mean? There was no aura of talentium to it, and its make was unidentifiable to someone like him who was so unversed in the make of weapons. Puzzling, all of it.

The following sight of Fion with the body of his butler was further conflicting to the man's already unsorted emotions. He had been one of the few people who had been nice to the witch -- the even fewer who had treated with a shred of respect -- so to see him as he was now...

"Fion, I'm sorry but," the man started, his place not exactly certain on the matter, but Riley's place rather assured. "We found nothing else besides the sword, attributed to Araki's own snooping. I'm sorry, I'm-I'm just sorry... for this, for all of this..." The man's gaze fell to the ground.

"Don't be." Fion said evenly, all traces of levity gone from his voice as he averted his gaze from his mother's sword, surveying the damage done to the estate and the garden surrounding it. "If you weren't involved, you've got nothing to be sorry for. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go bury Richard." Stepping away, Fion looked around the grounds until he found a section of the gardens that wasn't ruined by the attack and set Richard's body down before drawing his sword. Stabbing it into the ground, he ran mana down the blade, causing wind magic to rotate as he used it to drill a hole in the ground for a grave. When he was satisfied that the hole was large enough, Fion put down his blade and picked Richard back up, setting him down into the grave. Picking his scimitar back up, Fion directed his wind magics to blow dirt into the grave, filling it back up. With that done, he went back into the house and took Richard's greatsword out of the rubble, bringing it back outside and thrusting it into the ground to mark Richard's grave. Drawing his own sword back out, Fion saluted the grave with it, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Sorry I couldn't give you a better funeral, old man." Fion mourned, sheathing his sword as he turned to leave. "You deserved better than this." Shaking his head, he moved to rejoin Araki and Eldran, shifting his cloak around.

"So, what now?"

Araki had supposed Fion might have wanted to take the weapon, but apparently not and so was left unsure of what to do with it. Ignoring that, he answered his question with a shake of head, "No sign of it. Certainly put up more of a fight than the others." The signs of battle that had led to the broken blade's resting place were certainly more prominent. Looking between 'Riley' and Fion, he figured it would be best to stay put and let Fion finish his business here.

At the question though, he turned to 'Riley' for suggestions. He had only really returned to Cykes because he had been carrying Fion, but now that he had an inkling of what had happened, 'fleeing' back to Talze Utera hardly felt 'right'. There was also the strange sensations he could still feel. They intrigued him, but Araki barely knew anything about them; not enough to act at the least.

"Well," the 'mage' had started as he suppresed any lingering emotions, "I suppose we should ask about what remains of the town. And by 'we', I mean Fion and I. This place was attacked by monsters... monsters caused by summoning magic, but monsters none the less. That, however, is all we know, and it means most are likely to flee at the sight of you, Araki. There's likely more -- not much, but still -- that we could garner from those who were already here..."

"As long as we don't have to see the Sidosa Board." Fion chimed in, forcing a bit more cheerfulness in his voice. "I'd rather they not interrogate me and waste my time. Hell, a walk on the town would be nice at this point, if it weren't for the corpses and destruction everywhere."

"So I'll just sit and twiddle my fingers inside, maybe see if there's anything else I can find." Araki narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment after having resigned himself to doing nothing while the two tried to gather some information. "Try and find out if there were two unusuals last night would you?"

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Fish of Oblivion said
Discussing premeditated murder with a freaking God, no less. I mean, Baihumon being there alone would be ample to base a post on, let alone the other stuff./backtostudyingnothingtoseehere

get the fuck back to work

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

I mean, BanchoLeomon and Examon are pretty much discussing premeditated murder. That's something.

Wingless: From the Cracked-Open Sky

An alarm clock blared, and Felix awoke with a grimace, wiping the sweat off his brow as he threw the blaring clock against the wall in annoyance. Groaning, he dragged himself out of bed, wondering how it was this hot at only six in the morning. After a quick check to see that his alarm clock was still working, he surveyed his dorm room, looking over what possessions he had to make sure no one had stolen anything while he was asleep. After all, it was what he would do, and had done multiple times to other people. It didn't matter how lightly someone slept as long as you didn't actually make any noise.

The dorm room was tiny, but given that Felix was almost never in it besides when he needed to sleep, he didn't mind. All he had on his desk was a collection of various hot sauces and spices, as well as a portable game system that he'd brought over from Al'Ket. It was a fun distraction for him, but apparently the ones from At'Pol were superior in every aspect. Looking out the window, Felix spotted a certain albino girl already walking out of the dorm building, parasol in hand. Huh. She was headed out to the outpost early, especially given that they weren't due there for a good while yet. Shrugging, he turned to his closet. It was hot out enough that he seriously considered just forgoing a shirt and going around bare-chested, but he decided against it after considering the fact that he might get sunburned. Instead, he just threw on a tank top and some pants before leaving the room.

Walking downstairs, Felix made his way to the dorm building's kitchen, where he proceeded to make himself a breakfast of scrambled eggs with liberal amounts of hot sauce drizzled over them. Thankfully, the landlady was busy having breakfast with some poor bastard who wasn't quick enough to escape her clutches, and so he wouldn't have to deal with that. After getting some food in his belly, Felix finally made his way out the door and started walking towards headquarters. The walk itself was uneventful, but the heat was rather annoying. Still, he made it to Daedalus headquarters quickly enough, and arrived to find the commander and the coordinator already there, as well as his teammates. Southey, Kathrine, and Rinshan were decent enough in Felix's opinion, but Isis and Carbon were just too damned serious all the time. Honestly, if those two could just learn to enjoy themselves, they'd be better off. What was the point in being a Fae and risking your life if you didn't enjoy it just a little bit?

"Hey," He raised a hand in greeting to all of them. "Crappy day, huh?"

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

I could post, but I'm the last one that posted and I really don't want to double post.