Raijinslayer

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Oblivion666That's just what they want you to think.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Oblivion666My characters seem to have a tendancy to get targeted in this roleplay. I suspect you're conspiring against me. CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!!! *puts on a aluminum foil hat and hides in cellar*

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Oblivion666 Well,I have a cannibalistic half-undead Mage that used to go on a lot of murder sprees before he was . . .'persuaded' to join a guild. Nidhogg tries to leave no witnesses, but it's likely he left one or two alive fit Sadistic reasons. Plus, since he goes after other dark guilds a lot, he definitely has a lot of enemies.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Man, that sucks. I've known Life for a little while and I hate to see them go just cause someone was being a jerk.

@liferusherJust in case you check back, while I'm not saying to stay on, don't just quit it, especially if you enjoy doing it. Just take a little break, maybe come back every once in a while to chat or something. I'm pretty sure everyone here would understand if you're not feeling up to post any more, but we don't want to see you go.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@liferusher

So, something going on or . . .

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@liferusher

Consider me confused, did I miss something in the OOC/IC?

We Are the Crystal Gems

@HaltingBlooperFascinating.

Will try to post later today.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Argus Leandros

Argus chuckled as the darkness around his form thickened, his eyes gleaming as he began to focus his energies in preparation. Once he saw that his opponent had also drawn a sword, his grin could only grow wider, his anticipation for the fight to come growing ever stronger by the second. This is going to be a lot of fun, if only Glasses could just loosen up and enjoy it. Oh well, better for me that she doesn't. Argus closed his eyes, focusing all his attention in waiting for the right moment.

He heard the on-rush of energy blading towards him, but he didn't move until the very last moment possible, slashing his sword upward with a mighty shout as the ground exploded into a beam of energy that blew everything within 5 meters of Argus either up into the air with it's force or launched them back a ways with it's shockwave. Once the bean dispersed, there'd be a big patched of wrecked earth. . . but no Argus, as he'd let the energy beam blast him up into the air, using this to buy time to store the energy used into his sword, giving it a menacing crimson glow. He then changed the propert of his magic to fire as he begin to freefall, blasting himself downward towards his target,with an explosive blast that was sure to catch Marlene's attention. By the times he noticed, however, he'd already be on top of her, twisting in the air and getting ready to hit her with his giant blade wreathed in black and crimson flames. However, before he would make contact, he simultaneously change the property to lightning and focus all of the anger he had currently stored inside of him from Marlrne into the power and impact of his next attack.

"Crimson God's Mjolnir!"

The ground would noticeable shake a bit, for as soon as Argus' blade made contact with whatever defense Marlene had risen, all that could be seen was a loud boom as the shockwave rushed over nearby trees and the two spectators, leaving things ruffled but unharmed. The same could not be said for the area hit by the attack, as it seemed that a large object had smashed into the ground, as deep cracks in the earth radiated from the scorched crater. Argus would land a few feet away, empty handed as the shock from the impact had blasted Crimson Nightmare from his hands. The sword was now stuck way up high in a tree, and while he could've easily gotten it back through re-quip, he refused to do so. This way, it'd be more challenging to see if he could get it back.

Wow, she emits really fucking pissed at me. I did not think that her anger would cause something like that if I added it to Mjolnir. Well, won't be doing that again, nearly lost my hands with that one, and they're much to numb to wield a weapon right now. Shouldn't be a problem though, cause I doubt her sword survived that level of power and impact at close range. . . though I'm pretty sure she did.

Argus took another prep stance, keeping alert for any signs of her anger she had and wondering when she'd next attack. He considered making a joke, but decided against it. She was angry enough as it was, no need to kick the bear if he wasn't getting anything from it.

@Lmpkio

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Academy 218: Why

Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory

Alex was still in the inner cabin, hardly even noticing the cold snap due to him using the comfort mode on his Porta-Shield(which he really needed to find a better name for). There was also the fact that he was on his own personal laptop attempting to slay a monstrous Randy Savage Dragon in Skyrim, and getting his ass royally handed to him because the damn thing had an annoying large health bar. He let out a few muttered curses as he frantically tapped away at the keyboard, before finally throwing his hands up with a loud shout as he struck the killing blow with barely any health to spare.

"Haha, take that ya stupid little bitch. God, I hate damage sponge enemies but they're so satisfying to kill." Alex then quickly saved his game, having had enough if it for now, as well as feeling like he should socialize a bit with other people. Closing his laptop, he put it in his shoulder bag, stretched in his seat for a bit, before getting up and leaving the little area to go outside. The brisk air felt bracing, even if he couldn't feel the full effects of it, plus there was something about the movement of the ship and the smell of the sea that was just so enjoyable. Every time he took a step, he couldn't help but feel a smile pull at his face as the ground moved beneath him. This had been his first time ever on a boat, and he'd been terrified of clutching the side and hurling over the edge as his body revolted against the idea of standing on a moving surface like this, but he felt perfectly fine. Dressed in a light winter long-sleeve jacket, black jeans, and sneakers, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he looked at all of the much more heavier-dressed people shiver and shake as they try to warm themselves up.

Walking through the sea of chilled souls, he spotted a lone figure near the back of the back of the vessel, staring out into the ocean . . . and obviously catching her death of cold since age was wearing nothing but a skirt and a light jacket. Of course, being the kind of person he was as well as the sin of a doctor, he couldn't just leave her like that, even if she looked like the type that preferred to be alone. With that firey red hair and(as he noticed upon approach), seemingly permanent scowl on her face, she looked like the punk version of tinker bell. I hope to god she isn't a telepath, or she might punch me in the balls for that thought. He shivered in fear at the thought, praying a silent prayer of protection before he took the final steps, leaning next to her on the railing.

"You're probably going to catch your death out here if that's how you plan to dress while you're here. Luckily for you, I'm basically Q in that I've got a bunch of nifty gadgets, including this little beauty right here," Alex gave the fiery haired girl a showman's grin as he pulled out a somewhat bulky looking device that seemed designed to clip on to one's belt or waistband from his backpack. It was another version of the Porta-Shield, except this one was just for comfort. He had made sure to carry two extras in case anything happened to his arm while they were here, cause without his dad, it's deadweight, and dragging around a useless piece of freezing cold metal was a situation he wanted to avoid. "Just clip it on, press the button and cold will be a thing of the past. Though just to let you know, it runs on your Meta-human energy, so you'll feel an ever so slight bit of fatigue, though given the curcunstances, you'll hardly notice. You can even keep it indefinitely if you want, as I can always make more if I need to. . . and have the time of course. Oh, my bad, I forgot to introduced myself."

Alex brought his bandaged hand down on his forehead in a face palm , to curse himself mentally for his own forgetfulness and lack of manners, only to curse himself a lot more verbally as he was painful reminded that his hand wasn't made if flesh and blood, the muted clang of flesh-covered bone against metal merely cementing his stupidity. Once he finished with a short but intense bout of cursing, he cleared his throat while still gingerly holding his head, a look if slight embarrassment as he continued to talk. "Name's Damian Alexander-Ahote Mallort, but that's a mouthful, so just call me Alex. . . and if we could just pretend what just happened, . . . never happened at all, that'd be awesome."

@Mr Allen J

We Are the Crystal Gems

@21308It is the best typo I've seen in awhile. . . So many connotations could be added to that.