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@VocabAiden: ". . . . It's shit like this that makes me want to turn this kid into dust. Like . . . what?

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

Jaden Locke: Route 1

. . . . ow

Jaden cursed as he was caught by the second thug, trying his hardest to get himself free but to no avail. He looked up at the first one, glaring at him as he braced himself for the hit that was coming.

And then it came.

Jaden, not surprisingly, had never been in a fight before, not any really ones anyway. And while he was no stranger to pain, be it from accidents or his uncle, they had been sharp pains that never lasted long and could be made to felt better by mommy kisses and bed rest. The thug's punch to the gut, however, was the single greatest pain he'd ever felt, knocking the wind out of him as he struggled to catch his breath.

Then he got hit again. . .

and again. . .

and again.

The beating didn't last too long, thanks to the Nidoran and Marill's intervention, and all things considered, could've been much worse. But for Jaden, he couldn't imagine anything feeling worse as he tasted blood in his mouth. He felt absolutely horrible, and he was certain that one of his teeth had been knocked loose in the scuffle. While he had spoken his beliefs all through out the pummeling, after it was over, all Jaden wanted to do at first was to crawl up into a ball and cry. He had wanted to go home, to give up, and just run away from it all. He almost did to . . . until the Nidoran spoke up. As Jaden looked up from the ground, he came to a realization. His words, the words that his Uncle had always treated as worthless garbage, the words that his parents had always encouraged but never truly believed in. . . those words had reached these two. These two had chosen to place their faith in him, and he had been about to cave in to some pain and abandoned everyone.

A strange mix of shame and happiness filled him, threatening to overcome him as tears of his own started to fill his eyes, before he quickly wiped them away. Once he put his arm down, a newfound determination had been set in them. I'm never going to let myself be so easily broken ever again. These two believe in me, Vix trusts in my judgement despite barely knowing me, and I can't let them or anyone else down like I was just about to. I'll apologize properly to them later, but now. . . .now it's time for me to stand up and redeem myself, in my own eyes if no one elses.

To be honest . . . I've felt better. Jaden held his stomach in pain as he got up to his feet, having fallen limply to the ground when the Maril had blasted Nose ring in the face. Despite the rather large amount of pain the young man was feeling, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, glad that he'd been able to help these two in some way. However, the smile faded as he turned to see that one of the other thugs had decided to come in and cause more issues. His eyes hardened and narrowed as he saw that Vix's attack had failed and that she'd even taken some damage as well. His first response was to run over to her, already feeling extremely protective of his partner, but he calmed himself with a breath.

This won't be the last time she gets hurt in a fight, Jaden. I won't be helping her by losing my head right now, I have to focus and make sure that we win this fight, cause if not . . .

The thought of these thugs capturing Vix brought with it a sense of utter disgust and revoltion as Jaden grit his teeth together, looking between his new opponent and the pokemon he had at his side. He noticed that what one of the thugs had seemed to get to one of them a little.

"Ignore him, he doesn't know what he's talking about. . . besides, the thought of any pokemon getting strong under a bunch of miscreants like this is laughable at best. They're nothing more than a pack of bullies picking on those they know can't stand against them. A coward's tactic, if I've ever seen one. Jaden said between pained breaths, the beating having taken more out of him then he was willing to let on. He doubted he could take another step or two without falling to the ground, and all he wanted to do was lay against a nearby tree and rest, but the moment he gave in to his pain, he knew he'd lose the two who he'd managed to win over. Even if he didn't feel particularly strong, he at least had to fake it as best he could. And what better way to fake it then acting as cocky as possible, not that he said anything that he didn't mean. "That being said, I'm going to need both of your guy's help if I'm going to stand a chance against them. I could barely distract two of them, so I doubt adding another one and a Boufflant to the mix is going to help my chances. Still, this isn't really a fight you need to fight, and you likely have more to lose than me if we lose, so if you want to leave, then go ahead. Pallet Town isn't that far down the road, and I'm sure you'll be safe with Professor Oak there. It's your choice whether you want to stay or leave, I'm not going make you fight for me if you don't want to.

Jaden would turn his eyes from the two pokemon towards Vix, drawing in a deep breath before giving her a command in as loud a voice as possible.

"COME ON VIX, SHOW THESE GUYS THAT THEY MADE A BIG MISTAKE IN TARGETING US. GET BACK IN THERE AND HIT THAT SKORUPI AGAIN WITH ANOTHER EMBER!!!" Jaden would let out a pained hiss after giving his command, his body not liking the action much at all. He turned his eyes towards the other thugs, taking one step, then forcing another, then another. His steps would put him in front of the Nidoran and Marill, and while he didn't state anything, the intention was clear. If you want to get to them, you'll have to get through me. He turned his gaze towards the Boufflant, seeing none of the hesitation or discomfort that he'd seen in the other two in him. Still, he couldn't let that stop him from trying.

"Sir . . . do you really not mind taking orders from these thugs? Can you really find anything in it for yourself if you remain faithful to this group of playground bullies and thugs?"

Not as rousing as his first speech, but considering his current state, he could likely get forgiven, especially since he did take a few hard blows to the head and face in that beating, one of which seemed like it had begun to bleed rather profusely, dying a streak of his white hair a deepening blood red as it dripped down the side of his face.

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Noibat: Viridian City

"Please, ya know me better than that. I'm way ta good ta be caught by the likes of these folks. Now sit right there while I get us some icec-WHAAAAAA!!!" Noibat's confident swagger was suddenly halted by the presence of a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn around on a time, only to see nothing there. Before she could calm herself down and take stock stock of the situation, however, she could hear a voice from behind her.

"You're a Pokemon, like me?"

Noibat, of course, responded in a calm and controlled manner.

This was accomplished by whipping around and letting out and ear-piercing shriek, accidentally using her attack of the same name on the pokemon, not that it would have much of an effect on the ghost-type. The suddne movment, however, caused the flying-dragon to fall on her bum rather hard, causing her to writhe a bit in pain for a moment as she struggled to get away from the creepy masked figure. At this point, however, her mind had cleared enough for her to put two and two together and get pissed.

"Goddamn Ghost-types, always out to scare somebody with their damn tricks! Shit, haven't ya eva heard of greeting somebody like a normal person!?!? None of this fade-in, fade-out crap. Ahhh, I think I landed on my tailbone." Noibat would continue to mutter silently as she glared at the newcomer, mad at them not only for the stunt they pulled, but also because of the scene they had made her cause. Now they were the center of everyone's attention, so trying to sneak off and work her magic would be much, much harder.

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Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

@Holy SoldierAlso, I'm assuming that Nidoran and Marill will do what ever instead of what Jaden says, but he's still going to suggest some things.

Crystal Universe

@Veiled AngelMars:"Nothing to apologize for, just keep it mind for next time, Okay?"

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

@Holy SoldierI'm about to get started on it, been busy. And yeah, I'm pretty surprised about this as well.

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

So did some foreshadowey stuff with Argus, as I've finally decided how I'm going to handle his magic. . . which'll involve some re-writes, talking to GM's, and re-naming it

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

Argus Leandros

As Argus' wounds were being tended to, his mind would come staggering back into consciousness by Tsubano's Marsh Song, his breath coming out in a pained hiss as he started to get himself back up, but before he could make it even a third of the way off the ground, he fell back to the dirt, his body being racked by a violent coughing fit. He'd stop after a few moments, but not before painting the ground before him with his an worrying amount of his own crimson ichor.

While the others celebrated their victory over the beast, he struggled to contain the spasms that were working their way through him, his body jerking to and fro as if something inside was trying to savagely break free from its prison of flesh and blood. This would pass, and after it, Argus would simply lay still, his breath coming out in shallow bursts in order to keep the pain to a minimum, the hastily healed wounds in his body staining once more leaking out his life onto the ground, having re-opened after such violent movements.

And then the sense of dread would come over them all, a feeling he knew better than most. He'd drawn this sick darkness into his body, using it to fuel what little of his magic he could still use effectively with this damnable seal. The swarm, turning end over end above the desiccated corpse that had once been their master, an undulating mass of living darkness, was made only more unnerving by the corpse's words, seeming to almost be speaking into his very mind. The fact that this man used to be the source of the plague, and that everything that had happened, and the beast they had fought, had been created from these insects, did little to make the injured mage feel better. He wanted to get up and blast the swarm to bits, incinerate every last one of them and laugh at the ashes, but before he could even get the chance to fail, they were gone, dispersed as if by a great wind and sent off to whatever dark lair they called home.

Argus would stare after them for a bit, then down at his own hands. They were rough, coarse, and appropriately covered in blood(never mind that it was his own), a testament to the life he had lived up until now, Even when his sister had been by his side, he'd always tried to rely on himself, whether it be due to his sens eof pride or a desire to not be a bother to anyone else around him. Perhaps, more to the point, it was so that he never once more grew close to anyone, so that he wouldn't end up causing their deaths as well. The shallow breathing that had been a constant for the past while would hitch as memory imposed itself upon reality, showing a younger Argus standing before a friend in the arena.

The two danced around each other in brutal savagery, and yet every act was fraught with hesitation. Neither wanted to kill the other, they had grown up in this hell hole, had planned many escapes, suffered everything it had to offer, and yet now they had to kill each other to continue this torture. It was too much for his friend, who wanted it all to end, so, as they grappled with each other, he pleaded for death. Reddening blue orbs would shed a mix of blood and tears as he dug a jagged rusty dagger into his friend's heart. And then, the young boy was alone, his darkening hair beginning to rise into the air as he let the magical power inside him truly begin to rage.

The demon-touched mage's body would begin to shake again, pain lancing its way through him, his face unreadable as he lowered his head and began to curl in on himself. Soon, he would turn over and began to rise, his blood-stained jacket clinging to his unstable form as he just barely managed to get to a sitting position. Teeth gritted against each other in pain and frustration, he would force himself to take a deep breath, then let it out, his vision blurring as he did so, tears squeezing themselves out of ducts he'd long thought dry. Whether this was from pain, or something else, Argus knew not, but one thing he did now was he needed to change.

He had gotten in trouble with Marlene, had disgraced the guild, and generally made a terrible impression because he hadn't wanted to change, was too afraid that he couldn't be anything but what his life had made him, so he didn't want to try and find out. He had convinced himself that it was the guild's fault, that Marlene had over-reacted, and that he was not truly at fault, when he had simply acting like a child, and he decided that, even with holes in his stomach, legs, and other parts of his body, now was a good time to start growing up.

"Your name was . *urgh* . Tsubano, right?" He'd barely managed to get those words out, his voice faint and weak due to the state of his wounds, even with the assistance of her healing magic. Gritting his teeth slightly, Argus took a moment to catch his breath before continuing to talk to his fellow guild member. "I'm sorry about how I acted earlier today. It was ungrateful and childish, as are a lot of things I've done. I just . . . I just have been on my own for so long, I was afraid to actually try and join you guys. I was so convinced and caught up in thinking that . . .*cough* . *cough* . . . ugh, that you were all going to turn around and kill me at any second, that I never really thought of trying to give you guys a reason not to. If I'm honest, I don't trust anyone in this guild, not fully anyway, and I think it'll be a while before I do, but I'm going to promise to the Commander that I'll do my best not to cause too much more trouble.

Argus would take a few minutes to stop talking, and just let Tsubano heal him,a nd perhaps respond if she had anything to say. While he regained what little strength he had left, he would reach up slowly to his neck, feeling the magic brand that was placed their so long ago. Following it's jagged black form across his neck, he came to where he knew the elaborate Seal of Denial was placed. He seemed to contemplate something as his gaze would occasionally shift towards Tusbano, only to shift back as he had some form of inner monologue with himself. Once he felt a bit better, he seemed to come to a decision, as he turned his head to fully face the Marsh Witch.

"Listen . . . about the seal. . . I see now that I just been relying on this dark power for a while now, and as a result, haven't really been growing, not as a mage, not as a fighter, and certainly not as a person. So, no matter how much I hate the damn thing, I'm going to keep it. Argus was about to say more, but he suddenly was racked with a fit of coughing, his hand coming away colored even redder than before once it passed, though he seemed more annoyed by it then worried, though his eyes did seem rather glazed over."_{That's what I get for doing a rush job . . . must've missed something}*Sigh* . . .Moving on, I need to tell you something, and you need to tell the Commander. If I'm going to be here, might as well commit fully and come clean. You see, my magic is not easily restrained or contained, even by myself, due to the fact that it destroys everything it touches. This includes magical energy, even pure Eternano itself, which means that from the moment you put the seal on me, it has been slowly weakening and degrading. It will continue to do so till it either gets taken off or, the more likely scenario, it gets too weak to properly contain my magic when I try to push as hard as I can and breaks. Since you place it on me . . .I figured that. . .it'd be . . _{best to tell . . .you. . . now . . .}"

Vision would become blurry as the world suddenly went sideways, pain bring everything back into focus for a sharp moment, but only just, and that would be when Argus succumbed to the embrace of unconsciousness, with nothing but the sound of few voices, the smell of blood thick around him, and a dull throbbing pain spreading it's way through him.

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Crystal Universe

@Veiled AngelMars:Calm down, Topaz, just because it's quiet for a day, that's no reason to get panicky. Also, when I say to stay behind me and don't get involved. . . stay behind me and don't get involved. Understood

Crystal Universe

Mars

The arrival of Red and his gang immediately set Mars on edge, but one would be hard-pressed to see it given that he did little more than look in the Homeworlders direction, noting that he was vastly outnumbered, even when factoring in Topaz, though he had to admit that she didn't amount to much at the moment in terms of fighting. Mars' brow furrowed slightly at the gem's statements, especially the one about Topaz's weapon, as he had always been able to summon his weapon for as long as he could remember. And yet, before he could possibly question the man about it, Topaz seemed to suffer from a case of amensia, as she seemed to forget everything that Mars had just told her, stepping out in an attempt to intimidate Red, but only succeeding in drawing all attention to herself in a rather embarrassing way.

Mars didn't say anything, but a very audible sigh could be heard as he let his chakram disperse, seeing as how, at least for now, violence wasn't the intention of either party. Placing one hand on his hip while the other combed through his hair, the military gem took a second to compose himself, though he still couldn't shake off a feeling of intense distrust towards this newcomer.

"I'm sorry about that Red, She's a bit over-eager at times and didn't take too kindly to your treatment of one of the other Newborns." Mars kept his tone completely at ease and controlled, not wanting to give any of them a reason to start a fight right now. "Moving on from that, I have to admit to some shared ignorance amongst us, as I've little idea what you're talking about with these Training Arena's and warps. Well, I know what an arena is, but I've never been to one specifically for Gems. No clue about Warps though, that's a new one for me. . . Oh, and where are my manners, I've forgotten to introduce myself. Marra Mamba, but I prefer to be called Mars if you don't mind. And you, given the coloration would be a . . . Ruby? Garnet? Red Diamond? Not quite as knowledgable as I should be on Gem names, so feel free to stop me anytime.

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RWBY: Illuminate (Closed)

@LokiLeo789@Aquaknight@Lasrever So, anyone thinking of posting anytime soon? I made a post with Aurantius a little while ago, just in case anybody missed it.