Raijinslayer

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Revan

Revan waited until he was sure that the girl had finished her little rant, silently nodding as she listed off several things that he supposed were meant to insult or threaten him, but were over all just very annoying. The moment that she seemed to take a breath, Revan simply grabbed her by the head again, spun her around, then picked her up by the scruff of her shirt, holding her out in front of him like she was a cat. "Delilah, I'll deal with this one, you deal with the boy, either taking him to the headmaster or whatever."

Revan than walked out of the room, giving a small wave to Xavier as he passed, his passive face changing into a mischievous grin and a wink as he saw that his son was chatting it up with a girl. Just like his old man, women can't resist us. He chuckled a little as he continued walking until he came to a dumpster, which he opened and tossed the girl into, closing the lid shut and sitting on top of it so she'd she'd have no way of escaping unless he'd want her to. "Okay, girly, this is how things are going to work. You are going to apologize to meet as sincerely as you can, or you'll be spending the rest of the night in the dumpster, and I have to deem whether or not it's sincere or not. If you understand that, then you may proceed to grovel like the little brat you are."
@Unfortunately
@bluemoon277

Xavier

Xavier took a few deep breaths, calming himself down so that he didn't have another episode like he had earlier that morning. "Yeah, you're right, I shouldn't even be this surprised. I've always been able to instinctively know stuff without knowing why, this is the first time it's been something like a language though. I always thought I was just really good at figuring stuff out, but deduction doesn't allow people to learn Russian after identifying an accent." Xavier chuckled a little, before it turned into a small frown as he saw his dad carry some pink-haired curl like a cat, giving him a wave and that smug-as-shit grin he always got when his mind was in the gutter. I didn't take Xavier long to piece together what that was, and the mere thought of it made him turn as red as a tomato. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he downed the rest of drink, which wasn't much, a fact that he cursed in his head. The images in his head still being a bit too vivid for his liking.

The blush fading a little, he kept his eyes straight ahead, trying to clean his mind of the thoughts. But still, he couldn't help but wonder. . . and then he had too wonder no longer. His brain, somehow, had conjured an image of Katya completely naked in his head, one that h knew was a hundred percent accurate in everywhere. The blush that had been about to fade came back with a vengeance, and he was pretty sure that his heart had exploded by how much embarrassment and shame he felt at the moment. He couldn't look in Katy7a's general direction for even a second, as he seemed to radiate intense amounts of shame. He really didn't want to say a word about it, for fear of ruining what could be a good friendship, but he felt that it would be even worse to keep it hidden. So with that in mind, he decided to spill, hoping beyond hope that Katya would be understanding that it had been an accident.

"Uh Katya, about that, um, knowing things I should have no business knowing. It just happened again. . . and it's about you. . . being . . . _naked." Xavier looked like he could just die on the spot, he was that ashamed of himself for what he had down, no matter how much he hadn't meant for it to happen. "I swear I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, I have no idea what triggers these things, honest."
@Evil Snowman

Grimm

As Graiai let Revan have it, Grimm suddenly found the inspiration he had been lacking, drawing a mirrored version of her underneath the calm one, except this one looked like a devilish hellion, the eye she had holding nothing but darkness and pain for any who defied her, and her surroundings were drenched in flames, a stark contrast to the tranquil waters of the first. Grimm, after finishing the sketch stood up and watched the man walk out with the pink haired girl, before turning towards Silver haired one, Marci was her name. While she didn't have the physical interest as the other one, her soul did have a nice chill to it, showing a woman clothed in frost wielding a variety of Icen knives and a dangerous, yet alluring look that seemed to say: 'Come close, if you dare, and see what happens.'

"Marci, was it, would you also liked to have a portrait or drawing for yourself?" He asked, politely, though he had already made a promise to himself that he would get a drawing of her whether she agreed or not, it was just a matter of tonight, or tomorrow and if she would herself be getting a copy.
@LowKey123

W&T FT Zero! RP

Revan

Revan clicked his tongue as the man disappeared, not truly caring but still slightly vexed at being refused a kill. He was about to turn and leave when the local law enforcement saw fit to arrest him. Normally Revan would choose the paty of least resistance and just go with them, but he was freezing his ass of in the middle of ass-fucking-nowhere, so his thinking is more along the lines of "How many bones am to going to have to break right now to get these nuisances to leave", when some random person intervened, ordering them to follow. Seeing as how attacking the police would've gotten him arrested, something he'd like to avoid, he simply followed them. He was also curious as to who this mysterious benefactor was and why they had an interest in this matter.

When the benefactor had stopped, she'd find Revan following behind at a more sedate pace, yet still rather fast, he seemed in no real hurry. He would stop right in front of them, looking down at them with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

"Okay then, while I thanl you for saving those men from immense pain and probable death at my hands, I've lived long enough to be wary of nameless benefactors, especialky when they dress like you do. Hardly the garb of a good samaritan." Revan cracked his neck, ferling it stiffen in the cold now that he was standing still. His eyes flashed a dark shade of red for a moment as he gazed at his surroundings in disgust. "I fucking hate the North." He said, more to himself than anyone else.

@Feisty-Pants

W&T FT Zero! RP

"Hey friend! Want a hug?"

@Grey

Revan: "Keep your fucking trap hands off of me, or else I'll stuff them up your ass!"

W&T FT Zero! RP

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Even if he wanted to, I doubt he would have met and came in contact with Revan in the past. I can't imagine the circumstances which would force those two to meet. Therefore, he has no record of Revan being in his peak form. I guess.

Just passing by here and throwing my two cents ;)

@Vec

But he could use Revan's memories, if I'm reading how this works right, and I mainly was curious to see if that could even be done. I doubt the situation will come up, but it's always nice to entertain possibilities

Edit: Also, there is the unpleasantness of having to actually delve into those memories, which would probably be rather shocking at best, and completely and utterly depraved and horrific at worst.

RWBY - Downfall

I'll take that as a compliment, but yeah, they are.

RWBY - Downfall

The Beast Released

Inside the truck, the men strapped in the girl near the front of the truck, looking behind themselves fearfully at the hunched over body that was the Butcher. Every now and then, it would twitch and spasm, causing the men to back away in fear, only to give a sigh of relief as when it calmed down. Grundai was a monster that all around him feared, and even worse was when he lost control of his more monstrous side, which is the reason why he always wore that visor. It injected a type of suppressant directly into his mind, dulling down his insatiable need to kill to as low as it could go. But it couldn't hold it back forever, and when he got excited in a fight, it became even harder for the drugs to take effect. Seeing Magdeline, hearing the rage in her voice, seeing the two new toys she had brought with her, it had gotten to him, made him hungry for their blood. He had very nearly lost himself back their, but it would've been too soon, too easy, to crush them all into a sweet red paste. He wanted his blood to be earned, and when he drank it after a glorious battle, it would taste just like the finest of wines, all of which are perfected with time.

However, it seemed that the universe was not wishing for him to calm down anytime soon. He didn't notice at first, too deep inside his own self-enforced hibernation, but after awhile it became apparent to him. A creature was on the truck, hanging from the back, radiating murderous intent, though it was no were near as potent as his own. Still, the Grimm inside of him was drawn to this foul emotion, it called to him, awakened him. He rose, scaring the shit out of his Boys as he turned to them with his trademarked grin.

"Tell Torchwick everything that happened. . . and that I'm taking care of a nasty little bug at the moment."

And with that, The Butcher turned and lashed out with a clawed hand, easily tearing through the metal of the truck door to grab the head of the stowaway. He tore himself a hole as he stepped out, and then he threw the man onto the empty street, following soon after him, cleaver in hand. Now that he could see the man, he could tell that he was similar to himself, a man gifted with the touch of darkness, buyt he could also see that he was not inline with his instincts. He was trying to be the thing that Grundai had left behind, human. To say that it sickened him was an understatement, as it fueled a sense of hatred in him that couldn't be cooled by merely killing this whelp. He was going to tear him apart, slowly and painfully, going to make him scream his throat out until it's raw and bloody. He would revert this thing back into the animal it was meant to be, into the animal that he himself was.

Without a word of greeting, nor threat, The Butcher charged at the other half-grimm with a blast of energy to propel him, swing at him with the wide blade, then moving to lash out with a unyielding barrage of slashes with his Cleaver, randomly adding in powerful punches and kicks so as to keep his opponent from recognizing a pattern to the movements, and to keep him on his toes.

@Sagittarius
@Dragonite777

Fate/Eclipse

Good, just waiting for the most part.

W&T FT Zero! RP

@GreyThat is an interesting, original, and complex as hell magic you have there. . . and it should be kept as far away from Revan as possible, at least the Reversion one. If I'm reading it right, it could basically bring him back to his former demon lord state, if for only a limited amount of time.

W&T FT Zero! RP

@Masaki Haruna Can I have Revan stay at his normal strength, because A) his peak was when he was the Guildmaster of Demon's Maw and the Wizard Saints already weakened him, as well as B) He's been alive for hundreds of years, so I don't think a difference of 7 years would weaken him that much. Reason I bring this up is because I already brought it up onthe original that Revan's strength has been stagnant ever since he got defeated by the saints

RWBY - Downfall

I think so, maybe add them getting home though. Just been a little too burnt out to post, sorry.