Raijinslayer

We Are the Crystal Gems

@AkayaofthemoonHeh, that's a weird coincidence, as i kinda had a bit of a falling out with my friends as well, thought it ended up all right in the end. I wish you well in your endeavors and hope things get better for you soon.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

@pyromanForgot to mention you, Burgandy's meal just got interrupted courtesy of Silme's short fuse and lack of self-control.

Edit: Also, apologies for sudden thugs but I was kind unsure how to have Silme interact with anyone since, in his current mood, he isn't feeling too social. So I decided something disruptive, if not realistic, might spice things up before the games a little.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

Silme Raana

After finishing up his bowl of noodles, which were delicious as always, Silme got up to return the bowl to the stand, casting a look at the red haired girl who was ferociously devouring her own meal like she hadn't eaten in days. And people like to call us animals, sheesh, was she raised in a barn? He thought to himself as he shook his head in disgust, before he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Once the bowl had been returned, he made to walk away, to where he had no real idea, only to feel himself being surrounded.

Looking up, he saw the recognizably ugly mug of John Cameron, the lead thug of one of Carver's few rivals, who he only keeps around to help keep the law enforcement off his back. The man's boss was of some reputation as a former hunter himself, but John himself was a Beacon drop-out with hardly any idea of how to use his aura, et thinks that just because he got into beacon that he's the best around. He was annoying to deal with at the best of times, which this currently wasn't, as Silme was still pretty agitated by seeing that domesticated dog faunus, and thus wasn't in the mood for the meathead's bullshit.

"What do you want, John, I'm not in the mood."

"Too bad, Slime, I've been asked to invite you to a special gathering, and I'm afraid I can't take no for an answer. Isn't that right boys?" John smirked as he saw Silme's eye twitch, turning to address the 15 or so men he'd brought along to assist in the collection, his grin widening as they all shared a laugh at the silver haired boy's behalf. "I'm not quite sure why I needed so many men to bring in one boy, especially when he's just a good for nothing ani-." As John had been talking, Silme's ears had slowly began to press themselves against his head, the tips facing back, his tail slowly beginning to sway side to side as his anger began to climb. However, when John crossed the line by proceeding to call him an animal, Silme lost all semblance of control, his lips curling back into a visicious snarl as he grabbed the man by his shirt mid-sentence and proceed to silence him with a savage headbut straight into his nose. This caused it to break in a gout of blood, but Silme wasn't done yet, as he repeated the action 3 more times, before proceeding to toss the man high into the air. As he fell to the ground, Silme performed a spinning round house kick just as he came within range, sending him and the few of his unlucky goons that managed to get in the way into a nearby wall.

Luckily for them, Silme had gained enough control at that point to not use his full aura boosted strength, so they were all alive, though medical attention would probably be needed and John would be incapable of eating anything solid for a lot longer. Silme angrily looked at the other goons, who quickly decided that they weren't getting paid enough for this crap and decided to collect their wounded and scatter like the insects they were. He spat after them in disgust, reaching up to wipe John's blood of his face. He looked at his now bloodied sleeve distastefully, muttering something about how he'd just gotten it clean and that he'd find the bastard and make him pay for the cleaning bill later. Thanks to his aura, Silme was more or less unaffected by the repeated blows to the head, though he was sure that he'd be hearing about this sooner rather than later. He mumbled to himself as he continued to walk away from the scene, unaware that his actions had disturbed the piece, and more specifically, that he had unknowingly knocked over
Burgandy's noodle during the short skirmish, his kick having sent a goon into the table and launching the bowl into the air only to land with a crack against the pavement.

"I really need to work on my temper a little, maybe take another one of those anger management courses . . . actually, the last time I went to one of those, I ended up destroying a couple chairs . . . and walls . . . maybe broke a bone or two. . . *sigh* I have a problem."

We Are the Crystal Gems

Guess we just have to wait for Akaya then.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

@Krayzikk@Plank SinatraThey're both great, so put 'em in the character tab and go post when you can.

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@RocketteWhy do I have the feeling James is in for a pretty long fall?

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James Lockehart, The Belly of the Beast -> Luan Fields

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James gave unseen glances towards Beatrice, Dach, and Kain as they introduced themselves, giving only a slight nod of acknowledgement to show that he was listening to them. The other blonde, while not to Evangeline's level, was noticeable more chipper than the rest of them, the inked sniper seemed to be a woman of few words, something that he could respect, and the mountain of a man seemed . . . mundane at best, dull at worst. He simply said what he had to say and little else, though the look he seemed to cast towards James and Beatrice did leave him with the feeling that he felt a bit weary of them. While the introductions given were serviceable and to the point, James was surprised that Hal had chosen t stay quiet during these introductions, figuring that he'd be trying his best to spin some grand title for himself in an effort to be 'funny'. For whatever reason, though, he was silent and James decided to just leave it be and enjoy the silence. His eyes, however, had drifted over to the other silent passenger, the silver haired girl he'd seen in the library.

Again, a strange feeling grasped at his minds, faint whispers and echoes that struggled for purchased upon his blank mindscape, only to fall into the abyss of emptiness that was the entirety of his before. He felt like he might have had some previous association with her, but given that she never said anything to him, she either didn't remember him, didn't really care, or had been ordered not to interact with him. Whatever the case, he couldn't help but wonder ever so slightly what his association with her might have been. As much as he always stated that he didn't care for his past, he wouldn't be human if he was without just a smidgen of wonder at what had happened to him in the past. Now, however, wasn't the time to entertain or call out such desires. Whatever happened to him in the past, he doubted it was pleasant and having a mental breakdown on a mission(or just in general) would not be welcome. So these questions he had would have to wait for answers for just a bit longer, if ever.

His thoughts were disrupted, however, as Evangeline called their attention to a small radar. As the situation unfolded, James felt the lingering traces of adrenaline from the meeting rise again, but he restrained himself for a moment, exiting with the others but taking a second to observe the battle, scan the tactics of his foes. His allies seemed to have the situation on the ground well under control, and had brought a majority of the Esper Ride Eagles down to the earth. However, instead of turning his attention to the grounded foes, James looked skyward, seeing the final two circling above with their eyes focusing on the group as a whole. They can probably handle those on the ground, but right now, I need to try and level the rest of the playing field.

James took a step back, getting into a good position as he followed the patterns of the eagles, waiting and watching for them to make a move. Finally, one of them started to fly low, their attention locked onto the Beatrice as it tried to get a flanking position on his fellow Ravager. A single breath escaped his mouth as his entire seemed to relax, before suddenly tensing as he launched himself forward at high speed, rushing across the field in a circular fashion counter to that of the Eagle. As it prepared to do whatever it was about to do, James would leap up into the air to catch on of it's talons, flipping his body quickly up until he was gripping onto it's legs, his feet place precariously over the talons. Gripping tightly with one hand, he reared back his other before launching a swift but powerful blow to the appendage, causing a resounding crack to echo through the air, probably canceling it's previous attack due to the pain as the Eagle let out an ear piercing shriek, vigorously shaking it's leg in an effort to remove the creature that had fractured it's leg. James held on tightly as he could, though he had to deftly leap up onto the main body as the monster tried to peck at him with it's large beak.

The Eagle than proceeded to buck around in the air as much as possible in an attempt to dislodge James, who was clinging onto it by it's feathers, which probably wasn't very comfortable for the Eagle. As it struggle to remove him from its back, James slowly but surely began to make his way up the creatures back, keeping away from the powerful wings and instead making his way to it's head. He wasn't making much progress, but he was sure to move to the bird's back at some point and, as he made his way up, launch a punch or two into the back, hoping it'd crack some bones or, at the very least, keep the buzzards off the rest of them.

"Next chance I get, I'm gonna get myself some sort of fucking gun." He mutter though clenched teeth, forgetting about the uplink that made it so everyone could hear what he said. "or maybe I'll just grab Hal's weapon, since I doubt he even knows how to use it. Heheh-SHIT! STOP TRYING TO BUCK ME IFF YOU OVER-SIZED TURKEY!"

Battle Summary

James is keeping Eagle F preoccupied by climbing in it's back after it tried to make an attack on Beatrice. He fractured a leg in his way up and is also taking the time to launch a punch to the back every now and then. Is Ali regretting his lack of a gun/stabby thing of his own right now.

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

Argus Leandros

Argus grin fell slightly at the initial refusal, but picked up again when she offered a coffee the next day.

"Yeah, sounds great, and don.t worry about paying, I should have enough for the both of us. See you then." He gave a small wave before walking off to join the others in their merriment. It was a little awkward at first, but after everyone had a few drinks(which Argus had to force himself through before the alcohol kicked in), every had a merry old time. Then the inevitable end came to the day, leaving all to be quiet till the next morning, where the trio by the cooking fire would hear a stream of low curses coming from the haggard figure of Argus, clutching his head as he staggared onto the scene, suffering from the effects of his first and (hopefully) last hangover.

"Why does it feel like someone took a bat to my brain and how do I makeit stoooooop?" Argus moaned as he collapsed onto one of the seats, holding his mouth in an attempt to keep himself from hurling. It worked at first, but eventually he coukdn't hold it back any longer, cauding him to vomit onto the ground several times as his body worked to eject the poison from itself. Wiping the sick from his lips, he grimaced at the foul stench emanating from the foul organic matter. Raising his hand, he brought forth some of his magic in energy form and vaporized the vomit on the ground, before doing a more controlled burst to his arm and the inside of his mouth to get rid of any stray traces of sick. "Fuckin' hell, I'm never drinking that stuff again. I'd rather have my toenails pulled out than go through this again."

Argus continued to moan to himself a little before motioning to Gaberial for some food. While he probably shouldn't be eatng, he was currently way too hungry to care. "Pass some of whatever you're cooking over here, please and thank you."

Argus was currently unaware of most of the people around him, as his current headache olus earliwe morning grogginess kept him from recognizi g who he was currently interacting with.

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Nidhogg

"A smart way to live," Nidhogg replied, casting his gaze out the window aa he noticed the hour. "And while your friend definitely looks boisterous enough to do so, I fear I must take my leave. May we meet again someday, as you both seem to be interesting individuals. I wish you luck on your endeavors." Nidhogg gave them both a lazy wave before he rose to leave the building. He'd spend the night hunting for prey in the dark alley streets, but for entertainment rather than food. After having his fun, he fell asleep on the roof of some random building, and stayed there throughout the night. Even as the sun rose and awakened him, he didn't feel like moving yet. So he stayed, waiting to see if anything interesting would be happening besides the games.

@Krayzikk(Since we've moved on to the next day, I decided to have Nidhogg move on, though if you want to continuethe interaction, just have Cyare appear near the building he's on)

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@HellisSounds like an awesome plan, my man.

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@RocketteWould it be possible to reach an Eagle's eye if one found their arm in their mouth, close to the back? Also, do you think that the Cerburus Armor would be strong enough to prevent, let's say, getting ones arm bitten off?