Raijinslayer

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

@Caits@TalijaKeyCharmander huh . . .I think that the mugging is going to go bad with all both the 'invincible' baby and a charmander that can actually hurt us. That is, if Charmander decides to pop in town.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

What an odd bird. . . Hurrik stared after the half-orc as he left, wondering if he had been knocked in the head one too many times a a child. Rising from his seat, he was about to get back to work fighting off the specter of death when he was approached by another of the strangers. This one was human, clad in heavy armor and with golden eyes like that of a wolf. The man's question was met with silence at first, not due to an unwillingness to answer, but more due to the dwarf taking a moment to crack his neck and knuckles. This was followed by a small draught from a water skin, refreshing his slightly parched throat as well as easing it for the task of speaking, a task that seemed like was becoming frustratingly prevalent.

"Aye. . . came from a nearby forest to warn the governor of a truly disturbing sight. An entire flight of black dragons had soared over my home, loud as a thunderstorm, and seemed to be heading in the direction of this town." A pause was taken as the dwarf took another swig of his water to ease his gravelly throat, coughing a bit as some liquid went down the wrong pipe. "*cough**cough* Ugh . . . I saw them. I came here as quickly as I could. Obviously, it wasn't fast enough. Now I sit here, do what I can, and wonder why there is only one of those black devils in the sky right now. And why it has yet to tear this keep apart."

@Lucius Cypher
@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Phoenix

[Leave the hurt behind] Raijinslayer x Earlymorninstar [18+]

Jaden chuckled as he took the fork out of his mouth, flipping it between his fingers with long practiced ease and dexterity.

"I can't disagree with you there, but I think that's the reason he invited me. Said I needed to get my head out of my books and, as he so tastefully put it, 'between some young girl's legs'." Letting out an exasperated sigh, he tossed the fork behind him lazily, the silverware flipping end over end before finding itself almost perfectly in the sink that rested some feet away, clinking off the sides a bit before settling along the bottom. "While I doubt I go that far, I must admit that my eternal life has gotten a bit too. . . routine in the past century. Go out to handle affairs, read some books, keep an eye on you, repeat ad nauseam. Besides, I think myself as rather 'groovy' as the kids say . . ..or do they not say that anymore?"

A scrunched frown took hold of the white haired immortal's features as he pondered on whether his use of lingo was appropriate for the current decade, but soon a sigh would escape from his lips as he realized that Clara would probably be quick to correct him on the matter. Unlike him, she seemed easily able to transition from era to era without any worry, while he was still trying to get used to how informal and wild the world had become over the years. Standing up with a huff, Jaden began to ruffle through his pockets for a while, searching for about a minute before he finally pulled his 'smartphone'. A sleek black model, and one of the latest to come off the line, or so he'd been told by the one who'd given it to him. It was a nifty little device and one he enjoyed using, especially to play the little games one could by from the digital stores. His favorite was the one about flinging the birds at flimsy fortifications manned by green swine.

"Moving on to my choice of attire for the event, I was actually given a set of clothes by the man who invited me, and I think they'd suit me rather well. Just give me a second, I know I have a picture in here somewhere." He muttered with some frustration as he navigated through the many pictures he had in storage, many of them being of rather mundane things like TV's, escalators, construction sites, and so on and so forth. His eyes would narrow as he continued his search, before he gave a quick shout of victory as he found what he was looking for. Tapping on the picture in question, he turned the device over to show the outfit he planned to wear. "It's sleek, formal enough to fit my tastes, and best of all, its in all black.

Once Clara was finished looking at the picture, he'd put the device back in one of his pockets, before take a second to look at the stove across the way, noting how it was getting pretty late. Eyes closed for a moment, he quickly removed his jacket and rested it on the chair, before he slightly unbuttoned his dress shirt, just enough so that there would be no fabric in the way of his neck. "I'm going to go out for a bit of a walk for the night, so if you think you need to feed, it's probably best to do it now. This place still holds many good memories for me, so I'd like to go out and reminisce for a bit."

Jaden smiled to himself as he took a seat, eyes glazed over as distant memories, old and faded, played themselves out before his eyes. And yet, there was a sadness to this smile, a shadow over his eyes, suffusing them with a hollow, melancholic light.

RWBY : Shattered Future

@SavoWell, one thing I was thinking of is that it would be harder to hit her targets in CQC because, for one, less time to line up the shot, and much less room for error. Remember that her shotgun fires slug rounds, so while it hits like a truck, if your aim is off, then you don't have the spread to make up for it. So while she wouldn't have much trouble against slower, tankier targets(though in that case, she'd probably run anyway) faster, more offensive foes will completely overwhelm her if they get close enough and she has no back-up to help her out, as she'd have to due some really risky maneuvers to ensure a hit. Basically, going 1v1 is a bad idea because her opponent can either match or exceed her speed, or take her attacks and keep on trucking with little worry. This is less a problem with Grim, I'd think, since they don't really avoid attacks that much and go down pretty easy if they're the lesser versions.

Is that a good explanation/reason?

Edit: Also, I forgot to put down the types of Dust she uses for the shotgun, so I'll put them down here as:Gravity, Fire, Ice, and Electricity

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

Drosil Maeneld

Silver stars would shine into naught but a cold, icy void, Drosil's face never changing as he listened to her cruel words. It was only once she was finished that the summoner acted, swiping his hand to the side to coat her with a layer of cold. The blood and gore that coated her would freeze for a moment, then immediately break into pieces, falling off her like snow from a tree.

"You anger is well deserved, but misplaced and wasteful. If you truly intend to put that much effort into every man, woman, and child in your path, you'll exhaust yourself long before you come within spitting distance of Gartian." Drosil would walk slowly past her still form, his cloak rustling behind him a wave of dark fabric. With each step, small spires of ice would rise like jagged crowns around his feet. "That aisde, I really doubt that she would take heart in knowing that we used such methods to avenge her. No, I'm almost certain she'd have us not take vengeance at all. She seemed like that kind of person . . . someone who was well and truly good, right down to her core."

Silence would follow this statement for a moment, Drosil looking across the many tents that was the entirety of the Barcean forces. Blue and gold vortexes would scan the horizon, seeming to seek something along the point where earth met sky, but turning away unsuccessful, once again facing the bloodthirsty water mage. "I won't say that I'm a good person, nor will I say that I don't wish to wreak bloody vengeance. But the people are not to blame, nor the soldiers that we will kill in droves when the times come. No, the only ones truly deserving of every last drop of our rage and vengeance is Gartian and the woman whispering in his ear, his Advisor and puppeteer. It is because of them that Kori had to die like that, and I intend to make them suffer dearly for it. So if you truly wish to avenge her, then save all of your anger, energy and creativity for them. Divines know we'll need every bit of it to come within an inch of either of them.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@The Harbinger of FerocityWhat do you want to talk about?

[Leave the hurt behind] Raijinslayer x Earlymorninstar [18+]

How I wish that were true.

Jaden said nothing as Clara passed, simply following behind in such utter silence that not even footsteps could be heard clacking upon the cobblestones. As he fell in line behind her, his reflection in the nearby windows began to distort and darken, becoming less like a man and more like a living shadow. And within this shadow, within the writhing mass of darkness that made up this reflected form, were two burning red eyes, filled with hate and bloodlust. It soon parted itself from the world on the other side of reflection, a liquid blackness that raced across the street to whirl around him, shadowy hands reaching out to strangle the life out of him.

But Jaden wouldn't so much as flinch at these events, for he knew that none of them were real, that no on e but him could see them because he was the only one meant to see them. The power sealed deep inside him, the thing that kept his face looking young and his heart-beating through out the centuries, wanted to torture his mind. It wanted to break him, destroy him, turn him into naught but a gibbering madman with nothing to live for, and yet no way to die. But he was stronger than his demons gave him credit for, not to mention the fact that he had gotten used to these sorts of visions long ago.

Still . . . it always made him uneasy to see these visions, because they always reminded him of what he truly was. Even now, he felt a hunger forming deep within the pit of his stomach, something that food, wine, or even blood could sate this need. Taking a breath, to steady himself, he reached into his pocket to pull out a pill bottle. Stopping in his tracks momentarily, he took a moment to shake two pills- leaving him with only five now- and quickly took them. Within moments, the hunger subsided, but he knew it wouldn't last. He'd need to go out tonight, under the cover of darkness and shadow, to feed the beast that had taken hold of his immortal soul.

After a few minutes more of walking, he arrived at the estate. It was a lovely mansion, Victorian in it's design and of good size for a building of its type. The grounds around it were well-kept and preserved save for the section of it that had been ransacked by some teenagers looking to party. All kinds of trash and debris filled the area behind the mansion, from underwear to beer bottles. While normally this wouldn't cause much issue, the teens had apparently decided to enter the abode as well. Several rooms had been put into a similar state as the backyard, not to mention the broken furniture and decor. It was all adding up to cost quite the pretty penny to repair and replace everything that had been done.

"The children of the day simply have no respect for the property of others." Jaden said as he walked into the kitchen, reaching into the fridge to get himself some left over cake from the other day. He was in the mood for something sweet, it always took his mind off of troubling matters, like finance. "I'd never do anything like this in my day, else my mother would've beaten me within an inch of my life. That's their problem, though, got nothing to strike the fear of God into them anymore. The youth of this age has not enough to do and too much time to do it."

Taking a bite into the delectable chocolate mousse, he simply let himself dwell in the delicious sensation of it's rich, creamy texture, the chocolate doing wonders for his mood, if only for a moment. He'd continue to eat with a slow, methodical pace, savoring every bite as though it might've been his last. Once the cake was finally gone, he looked towards Clara, a fork hanging from his mouth as he seemed to contemplate something.

"Clara . . . have you ever been to one of these 'nightclubs' that I've heard about? A friend of mine invited me to come over to a party he was having since I was in town. It was a '+1' invitation as well, and sadly, Wilfred wasn't available." He said the last part with a smile to let her know it was a jest, before returning back to his pondering thoughts. He hadn't had much interaction with the current era, finding all a bit too much for his tastes, but maybe he should try to give it a shot. He had to admit that anything was better than just spending his nights eatings sweets, and wondering why people wanted to be immortal in the first place. He was finding it to be all kinds of dull and pointless.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I'll try to get a post up sometime later tonight. Just in a bit of a rut with Hurrik at the moment.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

@GreyI'd like that, but I feel inclined to ask 'With what money?'

Edit: I guess that'd be the premise of the first episode though. Maybe the name too.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

@AtomicNutEh, fair enough. Itsuki probably wouldn't stay anyway though, given the fact that the Doves are so plentiful here and he doesn't have any place to stay.