Raijinslayer

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

Jaden: Could you Guys not just kill me off like that? I have feelings too, ya know. . . *sulks and pouts in corner*

Crystal Universe

@Veiled AngelUf the situation allowed, pretty sure Mars would face palm.

Crystal Universe

@KronshiReggie has had too much excitement for today. He needed to take a rest.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Drosil Maeneld

Death of Hope

We're dead

This was the thought that went through Drosil's head as the necrotic monstrosity burst from the ground, the aura of despair and terror it gave off only matched by the foul stench that rolled off it. The flames around him died down to nothing as he lost the will to fight knowing that it would all be pointless. He doubted he could tickle that thing, much less kill it. All those years of studying and training, and it meant absolutely nothing before the beast that the Advisor had brought forth before them. As the Prince tried to talk some since to the Mad King, Drosil was thinking on how funny the Divines were, giving him life again only to have it be snatched away mere days later. Or maybe, this is the punishment for trying to run away from death, a punishment that has the potential to be so much worse and take much, much longer.

This contemplation was interrupted, however, by the shout of the Queen who, in her selflessness, offered her life to the king, wanting her blood to be the last spilt. While on the outside all he did was watch, in his mind he was screaming at her to stop, that this wouldn't solve anything, that all her sacrifice would do was satisfy this maniac's twisted desires even further. In the end, this indignation, might've done something to give him cause to move, to do something beyond standing in fear. But then he felt it, a pulse of something emitting from behind him, followed quickly by a curse from Christopher. In the moment that he turned to look at the boy, he heard a sharp crack ring through the air, and turned just in time to see the Queen's body be flung lifelessly around in one of the abominations twisted mouths, his eyes growing wide for a moment as he simply watched it for a moment. In that instant, he suddenly realized why, even after everything he'd gone through, even after all of the insanity and danger, that he was still following the Prince. He once thought that it was because it gave him a purpose, and while that was true, it also gave him something else, something much more precious and rare.

It had given a poor orphan boy hope that the world wasn't such a bad place after all.

The Queen was kind and fair, her family was lovely, and she seemed to do no wrong. She was the ideal of what every ruler should strive to become, and in her, he saw all the hope this world had to offer. If it wasn't for Kori, Drosil probably would've left long ago, distracted by the next shiny thing to catch his attention on the road. She had, with her very existence, made him thing that maybe the Divines weren't as blind as he believed them to be, deep in his heart, that there was light to be had in what seemed like all-consuming darkness.

But as he saw her broken body fall to the ground, then he knew that he was a fool. This world was harsh, it had always been harsh, and the only way to get anywhere, to make real change, was to dig into the filth and force it. To become the change you wanted to see, you couldn't let morals stop you from doing what must be done. There is no room to be 'good' in this world, for only those hardened by experience and pain, only those willing to forgo everything, even their own humanity, were able to achieive the real power needed to make the world better.

In history, there have been only been two kinds of Divineborn: Heroes, and Tyrants. Do you aspire to be either? Do you know what you'll do next?

Those had been the words that the Queen had asked Shadar, and he had predictably laughed them off, because they had never really thought of ruling or entering anything. Of course, Drosil had his ambition, but even back when he said it to the Paladin, the bluster and force was mostly the drugs talking. He didn't truly believe he could do it, no matter what he tried. But now, with this great injustice before him, he came to a simple decision: Heroes die and get remembered, but ultimately make little difference in the long run. As such, even if he became a tyrant, he would do whatever he could to purge this land of filth like Gartian. No law, no morals, no man, woman, even children, nothing would stand in his way, not anymore. It was weakness that he couldn't afford to harbor, not if he wanted to truly realize his ambition.

Rest in Peace, Kori. . . and I'm sorry that I couldn't stay on a righteous path. Please don't hold anything against me in the afterlife for the man I see that I must eventually become.

Drosil bowed his head, paying little heed to the following events as Cyril destroyed the beast, any curiosity or shock he might've felt unable to present themselves as he simply paid his respects to the greatest woman he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. And then he turned his eyes to Gartian and his Advisor from where he stood, unmoving at first as the others started to retreat, reinforcements approaching soon. Despite the distance, his gaze would burrow into the madman, the rage held within his gold and blue eyes burning low, but at the same time, with an intensity that only Cyril's could overcome. That man, to Drosil, showed to him everything that was wrong with the world and, no matter what, he would see to it that this man died one day, and if he had a say, it would be slow, painful, and humiliating. It was no less then what a worm like him deserved.

Drosil then turned and followed the other's in retreat, effortlessly mounting one of the horses and galloping off, away from the sight of failed rescue.

When the group arrived in the Campsite, Drosil was around during the heartbreaking scene between Cyril and Ayano, though he looked away as soon as the young girl appeared, knowing the results before she said a word, and he had more class than to watch the siblings as they grieve. Instead, he walked over to wherever Stark was, as she seemed like the only natural person to go to right now. He would approach silently, not speaking a word at first as he simply seemed to contemplate what there really was to say. In the end, he guessed there was only one thing to say.

"So . . . what happens now?"

Crystal Universe

Posted Reggie, who has ceased functioning as his mind overloaded from over-infatuation. In srriousness, Reggie won't be this bad forever(just whenever I want to add in some comedy), but he's fallen pretty hard for Maeve already, and her expressing an interest in his hobby just sent him barreling into the earth, Civil War style.

Crystal Universe

Reggie

As Maeve spoke, she might've noticed that Reggie was staring a bit. . . Okay, a lot. Reason? Her smile. He was completely shocked how such a gorgeous girl could look even more so just by moving a few facial muscles just the right way. When combined by the fact that he was the one that had caused her to smile, and Reggie would feel like he was on Cloud nine just from that. However, Maeve didn't stop with just that, oh no, she had to prove that she was the girl of Reggie's dreams almost immediately afterwards.

As Reggie told his pale friend his specialities with no minor amount of excitement, his ears seemed to twitch slightly as Maeve expressed her interest in the subject as well. A girl, a gorgeous, kind, beautiful, captivating member of the fairer sex, not only seemed to enjoy his presence, but also was interested in Reggie's field of expertise. To most guys, this would be the moment where they'd try to turn up the charm, and act as cool, suave, and macho as possible.

Reggie, however, fainted.

Not immediately, of course(he was tougher then that), but over a course of events. First, he turn around with a strange look on his face, the emotion somewhere between exhilaration and bone-breaking nervousness. Then, he'd attempt to give an answer to her inquiry, but all that would come out was a bunch of gibberish that mixed the plans for a laser canon with poetic depictions of beauty and love, before his brain finally seemed unable to keep up. And just like that, his body would enter free-fall, falling forward to the ground as he lost consciousness mid-almost-sentence, his form quickly racing to meet the ground with a solid thump. And there he'd lay until someone was able to bring him back to the world of the living, snoring slightly as he did so too.

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@BrassOtter Just to be sure

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

@Holy SoldierSo Jaden took a risky move, but if ya don't like what I did or think that I had Jaden do too much, then I'm cool with editing it down. Just an FYI

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

Jaden Locke: Route 1

The First of Many, but with a bitter taste

Jaden would give his battle companions only the briefest of nods, thankful for their support, before turning towards his adversaries, his frown turning into a grimace as they basically bullied the pokemon they held into fighting. He noted that the Nidoran behind him was heading up, apparently still set on fighting who he believed to be his new trainer. It was moments like these that made him dislike the concept of Pokeballs even more, as it seemed that the conditioning it imprints on the pokemon leave them without the ability to make their own choices, simply giving into the will of whoever held their pokeball. As both the Nidoran and the water-type pokemon that one of the thugs had pulled out went to attack Vix, Jaden would quickly dive to the side, telling her to do the same.

As he crashed to the side, he took a moment to breathe, focusing his mind, then got back up to survey the situation, pulling out his Pokedex in order to get an idea of what he was up against. Water and Poison . . . that's a really bad combination for Vix, who probably can't take to many hits to start with . . . unless I try and turn the tables. Jaden's eyes turned first to the Nidoran, then to the pokeball that still rested by the two thugs feet, a plan forming in his head as he did a quick look around at the other's situation, scanning all Pokemon present in order to get a quick run down of where Vix could be put to good use in this situation. If she could burn the Boufflant or help weaken the Skorupi . . . but that could leave her open to the Marill . . . Damn, I don't have the time to think, so I have to go with what my instincts . . . and hope for the best. Steeling his resolve, Jaden quickly shook his backpack and jacket from his shoulders to the ground, but not before reaching into his bag to take out another pair of pokeballs,taking another deep breath before bursting into action.

"Vix, get some distance, then use Ember on the Skorupi." He'd yell out as he ran around the other two pokemon, heading straight for the thugs, before throwing the pokeballs at them, calling out the names of the first pokemon that came to mind."Go, Fennekin and Froakie!" The balls would go spinning through the air, but instead of releasing the two named pokemon, would continue flying straight at the two thugs heads.

Jaden hoped that this would distract them, as his next action would be to slam his shoulder into the Mohawked one, aiming to throw him off balance and possibly into his friend, before quickly attempting to kick the Nidoran's pokeball away from him, not having time to really aim. Whether he succeeded or not, Jaden would then back away from the two thugs, unsure what they'd do in response to what he did. However, this fear wouldn't stop him from speaking out to both the Maril and the Nidoran.

"Listen well, the both of you. You don't have to fight for these thugs! Just because they have your pokeballs doesn't mean they own you, that they're your trainers. They are nothing but crooks and you don't have to listen to them. They're not strong, just bullies who gang up on those who they can take advantage of. Do you really want to let men such as these be your masters? Take control of your own lives, decide your own fates, and do what you want instead of what somelse tells you to, especially when they're as undeserving of your service as this lot." Jaden couldn't look at the two pokemon as he spoke, but he hoped that what he said would at least cause them to hesitate, if not simply refuse to act. If not, then he had likely put himself in a very bad position, as he didn't doubt that this lot would hesitate in siccing them on him after what he did. He was putting his faith and, quite possibly, his life in the hands of those two pokemon that he barely knew.

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@Holy Soldier

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[color=Darkorchid][center]Noibat[/center[[/color]

"Ugh, what's with ya and sweets!?!?! We can get all the ice cream ya want aft'a we go scam some Trainer's now on the route. Ugh, Z, ya killin' me somethin' fierce I hope ya know." Noibat complained with a passion, her face set in a rather upset frown as she glared at the Zorua for a bit as he explained his plan, though it lightened a bit as she took a second to imagine how each of the trainer's would react if they knew they got beat by a bunch of wilds. "Hmmmmmm . . . I wish we'd do the trainer beatin' first, and take 'em down sooner rath'a than later, but I'll go along with it. But first, since we're goin' to the City, I gotta get changed. Won't be but a moment.

Noibat would then quickly shift into her Pokemon form, flapping her wings in order to get some lift into the sky, but before launching off,she would smack into Zorua's cheek, rubbing against it affectionately. After that was done, she'd zip off to where her city clothes were currently stashed. The whole process would take about 7 minutes tops, after which she'd drop from the branches to land perfectly behind Z, looking really uncomfortable at the moment as she stretched this way and that in an attempt to get more comfortable in her clothes, to little success.

"I really, really don't get how ya can stand dressin' up like this everyday? It feels so weird and uncomfortable . . . and it chaffs something fierce sometimes." She muttered the last bit as she scratched at her thighs, the fur from the boots irritating her skin a bit. "Ugh . . . Let's hurry this up, M'kay, less time I have ta spend in these clothes, the better. Lead the way, Z, show me some targets so I can work me magic."

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

@Holy SoldierQuestion:Could Jaden pick up the Nidoran's pokeball and convince him to fight on their side?

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Yo, @Pirouette if Sav isn't going, I think you're up. Also, how's everyone else doing in general. I've started college so, ya know, that's been something. Not what I expected, to be honest.