Raijinslayer

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

@hatakekuro. . . is that Yamcha with a Magikarp?

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@RocketteGlad you enjoyed that, though I have a question to ask: What about the display caused Bahamut, and as a result, Carmen to get worked up as much as she did? Is it a simple 'Don't use your powers freely' kind of thing or something else?

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@HaltingBlooperI doubt it, as I stated when I notified you in the first place, given how no mention of Clino or Howlite was made.

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@HaltingBlooper?

Not sure what you're asking there?

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@HaltingBlooperI think Reggie and Marnie are in a separate room, given how Marnie didn't mention other gems in their previous post.

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@KronshiIt's written from the perspective of anyone observing, namely Marnie at the momemt, because I'm tired and thought that was a good idea.

|[ ⚵ ]| Cloud Chasers |[ A Fairy Tail AU ]|

Lazulin Mulciber

"Sania. . . you don't think I went to far, did I?" Lazulin turned to the one who could be considered the redhead's only 'close' friend, scratching his chin a bit in confusion. "I mean, all things consider, it was a rather tame bit of annoyance I say." Watching Pythia storm off to pout somewhere else in the tavern, Lazulin took out a note-book from his outfits many pockets, writing down a few quick notes before plopping the thing back where it belonged. With that over, he was about to start 'helping' Nemu win her little drinking game really quick when he heard the unceremonious sound of emptied stomach contents, a sound that made him quirk an eyebrow curiously.

"That doesn't sound go- oh geez Asahi!!" The Devilslayer mutter upon seeing the poor lads condition. Letting out a sigh, he prepped himself to stand up, only to see that another person had came to assist the sunspot in his place. While he felt bad for the blonde(as well as possibly at fault, though what he gave the guy should've made stuff come out the other end), he also saw an opportunity in this moment, having his illusory self mix in with the crowd that was likely gathering around the edges of the tavern to check to see if their guild mate was alright and having it silently and inconspicuously disappear. With a sigh of relief, Laz watched as one of the other guild members came up levitating a ball of water, splashing all of the sick and vomit off of the poor lad until he looked a tad more decent, if somewhat soaked. "Hmmm, guess we'll have to wait until he cleans himself up before we can have him try on his new outfit, huh Sania? No one likes a server that smells like RUm and vomit."

@Gowi
@Altered Tundra
@floodtalon

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Kept things short and suite for my two posts, also @BrassOtter messed up my tag for ya.

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Reginald A. Dorvain

As the little gem watch the world below from her place high above, she'd notice a figure approaching in the darkness. It was difficult to see in the low light, but he seemed to bear a similar appearance to her own, if a bit differing in appearance and coloration. The figure rolled in one a strange device that seemed to propel them across the ground without needing to come into contact with the ground, though it moved in quick jets and jerks, the figure onboard barely maintaining his balance. Coming to a halt somewhere in the middle of the large space the figure found themselves in, they seemed to begin setting up for something, pulling even more devices and such. Before long, however, the room would be filled with light as the figure flipped on some portable floodlights, showering the area in front of them with their intense rays.

As the darkness was vanquished, one would see that where the lights where shiny was a strange-looking material, smooth and clearly different from the craggy rock that made up the rest of the room. Taking out a strange glove-like object from the bag, the figure began to fiddle with the door, though what that could be was hard to tell from way up above.

@The1Rolling1Boy
[@Brass Otter]

As the Clino and Howlite talked to each other, their conversation would be interrupted by a pulse of blinding green light flaring into existence from a nearby wall. The earth that encompassed the wall cracked and melted as the intense heat of the creation process worked to release the treasure it held inside. Within moments, the light would die down, and from the rock would appear a short, green gem with long, wavy hair and feathery markings running up and down her arms and legs. Taking a step forward, the gem waved their hands in the air, lost in the darkness as they tried to figure out what was going on, where they were, and even who they were.

@Gutshot
@DracoLunaris

Sayuri and Marianne's Bizzare Adventure

"Tell me, are all of you pirates so lacsadaisical in your duties or are are you just a special case of incompetence." A biting voice spoke from one corner of their out-cropping, belonging the white haired woman that Sayuri currently found herself stuck with. With piercing grey eyes, she glared at the red headed pirate as if willing her to combust on the very spot. Marianne had made her displeasure with the situation highly well-known, and while she would've killed the blasted pirate if given the chance before the wreck, as she was currently, even her pride wasn't strong enough to refuse a hand in surviving this hell-hole. [color=Ivory][i]Stranded in the underlands with nothing but savage beasts, a damn pirate for company, and a broken leg for company. Shifting slightly, the hunter hissed in pain, her leg protesting greatly to any attempts of hers to move it. "*Ugh*. . .So, pirate, what is your plan for today? More fruitless searches for food instead of getting out of this damn place as fast we can, I assume."

Marianne let out another groan of pain, her scolding of the pirate seeming to have agitated her broken ribs. Gritting her teeth through the pain, Marianne reached down into the pack by herself, pulling out a single leaf from a hidden pocket stitched to the inside. The leaf bore an odd black coloration, but the veins that ran through it were alight with a crystalline blue glow, a sign of the magical aura that rna through it even after being long picked from the plant it was harvested from. Placing it on her tongue, Marianne reclined her head back as she slowly suckled on the leaf, allowing the magically-induced chemicals to dull her senses, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the familiar numbness seeped into her body.