Raijinslayer

Sayuri and Marianne's Bizzare Adventure

Marianne Shimizu

"Tch. . . so small-minded and closed off." Marianne's distant eyes seemed to focus for a split second as a tinge of disgust entered her tone after hearing the pirate's attempt at distancing herself and other like her from the wretches. "Don't you get that the existence of those like you is the reason why groups of wretches and rebels are able to act as freely as they do? Just by merely existing, you and the other oh-so-noble guilds are making an environment where these 'Rogue guilds' can do much more damage then if you weren't there in the first place. Defiance only breathes more defiance, especially when it has no purpose but to defy. You may try to seem noble and dignified in your efforts to help people, but most, if not all of you are too self-absorbed in your want for freedom to even try making things better in a way that will actually matter."

Turning her head to away from Sayuri, Marianne seemed to ruminate on her anger. A few minutes of silence would pass between the two before she finally deemed ready to speak again. "The Librarium has it's flaws, but it is all we have, and more to the point, it works. More suffer under it than need be, I'll give you that Pirate, but I don't intend to sit on the sidelines and turn my head to it." Turning back to Marianne, Sayuri would see that the Library Hunter's eyes had dimmed again, yet there was still a passion burning within them as she continued to speak. "The only way to change a system without disrupting the order is to do so from within, and that's what I intend to do. I will climb the ranks to as high a position of power as I can, and then some, in order to set the country back on the right path. It may not be as easy or care-free a path as yours, but at least I'm trying to do something greater then simple skirmishes with a force you can't even hope to defeat. The Librarium has never once sent the full force of it's might against you pirates, but one day, when you all prove to become too much of an irritation to ignore. . . they will."

With that haunting remark, Marianne felt what little strength her passion had surged into her drift away from her veins, leaving her unresponsive to anything else that Sayuri tried to say as she stared off into the space, her mind able to freely be at ease with neither worry nor pain, nor even heartbreak to cloud her mind.

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

@PetiteAmbivert*bows head in apology*

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

@Feisty-PantsNeat, and I'd say to tell the kid congrats, but she doesn't know me and that'd be weird.

Edit: Also, don't worry too much about the post, I think it's fine as long as we still hear from you and such. Life comes first and all that.

The City of Gems

WIP

Name: Jet
Gem: Jet
Appearance: Jet stands at approximately 5'6" with a slender build, short, black hair, dark grey "skin", and wearing tight black clothes consisting of a tank top, knee-length shorts and mid-shin high boots.
Gem Placement: forehead
Gem Item: a pair of sai
Powers: Jet can become invisible in shadows as well as travel up to 10 meters through connected shadows.
Other: Hotheaded and easy to anger.

@RokkuHoshi

@Akayaofthemoon@Kronshi

Incase you didn't notice.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

James Camron

Kain’s fiery entrance onto the battlefield seemed to be the spark to an inferno of chaos, as the SOLDIER’s rushed into the poorly equipped Archadian militia, cutting them down as easily as one would do to a field of wheat, only that blood and pain was all that they were harvesting tonight. As James reached the shore, he felt an. . . urge that he couldn’t explain, couldn’t understand, yet it flowed through his veins like a burning poison. His breath got stuck in his throat, his mind assaulted by disjointed images, emotions, and all other sorts of sensory stimulus. Falling to a knee and clutching his head, James let out a short cry as the singular moment seemed to stretch on towards an eternity, the images, sights, and sounds coming together to show a brief moment of his past.

---

He stood before a trio of thugs, shortly after completing the sign-up for the SOLDIER program. They were hopeful like him, and from the way they looked down at him, he had known they were insulted by his apparent gaul. They had pushed him around, kicked him, knocked him down, beat him some more. . . and he had taken it. He had taken it just like he’d taken everything else in his life, with nary a word or cry and accepting it all like it was a fated happening set in unchangeable stone. But it was not a passive nature or unwillingness to strike and harm that held him back, no matter how much he had told himself that.

As they laid into him that day, cursing and berating him for daring to do something so brazen, he hadn’t felt sadness, nor despair, nor even the slightest bit of regret or remorse. What he had felt was rage, a rage that he’d been suppressing ever since he was a child, because he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He knew that acting on anger only got you killed, clouded your judgement, made you someone you didn’t want to be, so he bottled it all up, for years and years, never once letting out so much as a hint of the broiling rage that had building up in his heart.

But as James saw his slightly younger self get beaten to the pulp, knowing that he would later get lectured on getting beaten later and nearly disowned for his decision to join the SOLDIER program, he suddenly found himself wondering. He wondered briefly, yet thoughtfully, on what life would be like if he had never let this anger build up as it did. What if he had never just let things happen, what would happen if he stopped thinking, planning, considering, even wondering, and just let the first urge that hit him, take him.

---

As the moment in time faded back into reality, James noticed something.

To your left.

Danger.

MOVE.

Before he could even think of what these feelings meant, the SOLDIER was already on the move, hopping out of the way of a hail of bullets as a group of three Archadian soldiers decided to take aim at him. Landing a short ways away, Bow already in hand and nocked, James drew back the arrow, then let it fly with barely half a second of aim, yet he knew it would hit. And hit it did, smacking into the front most soldier with a burst of smoke enveloping them and their companions. Apparently fearing another, more lethal shot, the two allies began shooting in the direction James had been standing, but he had long since moved on from that position, the sound of chaos masking his approach from the side as he slipped into the smoke, homing in on the burning life energy that flowed through them all.

The soldier he had initially struck was the first target, having apparently backed away coughing from the sudden influx of polluted air. They never had a chance of noticing him sweeping in out of the fog with a clawed strike to their throat, cutting of the flow of air into their body as he continued the strike, swinging them around by the neck to bring them slamming down hard into the earth. The two other militiamen tried to turn around upon hearing the ruckus from behind them, but the SOLDIER whipped around his bow into the gun of the first one to turn around, hitting their hand hard enough to make them drop it with a cry, one that was quickly silence as the bow came back with frightening speed to strike them against their chin from below, knocking their head back harshly before bull-rushing into them and bring them down to the ground in a tumble of limbs. The remaining soldier pointed the gun in the scuffles direction, unable to see what was happening in the smoke, but didn’t fire, too afraid of hitting their fellow comrade.

This proved their undoing.

A figure quickly rose like a specter and flew at them, quickly revealing itself to be unconscious form of the second Archadian sent hurtling towards their brethren as he darted to the side, his leg snaking out to strike at the inside of his final foe’s knee. The man crumpled to the ground with a cry, his fellow soldier falling atop him. Pinned to the earth, they tried desperately to push the body off of them, but before they could make any progress, James struck with a savage flurry of bows from his bow to their helmeted head.

As the smoke spread out through the battlefield, so with it came James, rational mind and fears washed away by the searing pulse of Raganavic’s instinctual lust for domination of those who would challenge him. The beast and the man worked together as one to stalk the smoke, slipping out of it to let loose precise shots at any who would deem to try and sneak up on or target his fellow SOLDIERs, only to then slip back into the dark cloud of smoke, relying on the Aeon’s ability to see the life around him in order to make his next judgement for attack. However, one would notice quickly that, while accurate, the SOLDIER never shot to kill, only to disable, aiming for shoulders, elbows, knees, etc, trying his best not to add to the kill count if he didn’t have to.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Itsuki

"Well, if that's you intent, now the name is both cheesy and misleading, since 'Battle potion' leads one to believe it's supposed to be used for, well, battles. You know, the things that people do that end lives." Itsuki replied with a small grin, taking joy in getting under his siblings skin just a little bit more then he probably should. This grin turned into an annoyed frown as Hana asked if he was 'cool' or not, as if he was in the wrong somehow for wanting the crazy bitch dead after what he came back to witness."As for if I'm 'cool', I'd like for you to notice that the bitch still has her head, does she not? I guess even geniuses like yourself are still capable of asking stupid questions."

Itsuki turned his attention to the Ukaku bitch that had started this whole mess. He didn't say anything at first, wanting o hear the whole of what she had to say, but it didn't take long before he saw through the girl's attempt to muddle the truth and lie her way out of this situation. However, before he could call her on her bullshit, Hana chimed in with a speech about how keeping the girl was a bad idea, but she was going to do it anyway because her massive scientific/medical ego wanted to have the achievement of 'Kakuja Reformer' under her belt. She might've tried to spin it as some sort of noble gesture, but Itsuki was almost certain that her true intentions weren't nearly as benign. She wanted this girl for something, though whatever it was, Itsuki sure as hell had no way of figuring it out. And truly, he didn't really care too much about what happened to the Ukaku Bitch, only what she could do to Takumi, Rin, Hana, and the children if she goes berserk again.

Keeping his thoughts to himself, Itsuki only felt the need to mention one thing, directing a glare towards Hana as spoke. "I don't care what kind of Psychological bs you're trying to use to convince this girl to stay with you, but next time, don't go telling people about my business when you do it. What I've lost is of no concern to her, or anybody else for that matter." Turning away from Hana, Itsuki focused his gaze directly on the bitch in question, his glare hardening as his white Kakugan came to life. "And as for you, Ukaku Bitch, if you do anything to anyone here, I will kill you. Pick up right from where we left off last night. So make sure that the your Kakuja half is listening closely to what I'm saying and understands clearly what will happen. My siblings, for whatever reason, are choosing to spare you, but I won't be so generous. Give me a singular reason to end your life, and I will end it right then and there."

With his piece said, he walked away from the two towards the room he'd stayed in the night before, stopping just in front of the door to see if Hana was going to say anything before he decided whether he'd walk in or not. However, upon hearing Riun complain about her being tired, he opened the door anyway, grabbing a pillow and a blanket to bring out and toss over his youngest sibling's form. "You've hardly done anything today, yet you're already tired, huh? You sure you're not an Ukaku, Rin?"

@AtomicNut
@Grey
@Liferusher
@Pirouette

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

@hatakekuroHarsh, man. Harsh. What have I ever done to deserve that.

*hides Argus in a bush*

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

@hatakekuroI have no idea what you could possibly be talking about. I'm as pure as fresh fallen snow.

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

@hatakekuro*whistles innocently*

Ezekiel also open for some interaction(gonna have him move away from Zed so that he can find someway to enjoy himself), and Argus is stuck in limbo as well, I believe.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

James Camron

Burning amber gazed out about the table, trying to read the attitude of everyone assembled. However, the burning globes of orange-gold always seemed to return to one figure in particular. As Carmen berated Kain for his thoughts and opinions, James silently restrained his own impulses and emotions, engorged as they had become with Raganavic urging him towards his base, more primal thoughts. Those eyes. . . why do I always have to end up under the control of people with eyes like that. His fingers curling into fists, James only half-way listened to the briefing, storing away everything said to be reviewed on the ride as he struggled to keep his breathes nice and even. Eyes turned downward, James could almost feel his parents presence behind him, looking at him with those same, dark eyes. They didn't care for him, they didn't care for each other, they didn't care for anyone or anything besides themselves. . . and she was no different. If anything, she was worse, every cell in James' body warning him to keep away from her, that she was dangerous.

But the Aeon he held knew him better then that. Raganavic knew what James wanted to do, the anger and frustration held deep in his heart being forced up near the surface in a boiling, roiling mess. With silent breaths, and distracting thoughts, he was able to hold back the dark desires that the Aeon pushed to the surface, the maddening anger and frustration bubbling up from deep within his psyche at the behest of the dragon's call. While ignoring Raganavic was always hard, it was always more difficult when they fell inline with his own wants and desires, and right now he wanted to hurt Carmen. Deep, deep down, he wanted to hurt her badly, wanted to take out all of his frustrations and anger on this perfect caricature of everything he hated about the adults in his life, this power-hungering madwoman who looked at those around her like they were toys, and Raganavic's influence only made his thoughts turned to more violent and animalistic fantasies of doing it. These thoughts sickened him, made him hate himself, made him wish he could just curl up in a ball and shut everything out. But he couldn't do that, not now, not ever. He had to deal with the constant pressure as it built up inside of him, trying his best not to let Raganavic make him do something rash.

As they all got up and were hurried to the Shyp, James realized that he hadn't really touched his food, though that would probably be best all things considered. Popping one of the pills that Natalya had given him, and remembering what Athena had told him. He took a seat as far away from the others as possible, continuing to take deep, calming breaths as he went over the info given and the mission briefing. Seeing that he was on the same team as Carmen, however, did very little to calm his inner demons, the thought of serving her throwing Raganavic into a maddening frenzy. Whatever the Aeon had sensed in Carmen, or her Aeon, he didn't like it, treating the female SOLDIER and her Aeon as if they were challengers to his throne and eagerly wanting to end them. Every second that James refused to indulge in these desires, was a second that the loud roaring emotions of the Aeon would continue to nearly deafen all other thoughts. It was hard to focus on anything, hard to even think as his Aeon raged inside of him, baying for blood and death. It hungered greatly for those who dared to challenge it, who dared to stand up to it's might.

Luckily, as times went on, the Aeon seemed to relent in it's relentless barrage upon young James' mind. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he sagged against his safety harness, rubbing his temples slightly in a vain effort to lessen the pain that the dragon's tantrum had left in his mind. WIth little else to do, James went over his current gear once more, checking to see what he'd be working with as part of the 'Distraction' team, a.k.a Bait.

5 Stun arrows. . . 5 Smoke Arrows . . . 5 Concussion Arrows. . . 30 regular arrows. . . Regular side arm. . . big-ass knife. . . temperamental dragon thing. . . and lets not for get crippling sense of not being prepped for this.

The young SOLDIER let out a low sigh, running a hand through his dreadlocks as he briefly wondered what he was about to step into, before giving a slight shake of his head to get rid of any lingering senses of self-doubt from his (conscious) thoughts. Putting everything back into place, James was in the middle of tying his Dreadlocks back into a sort of ponytail, using another dreadlock as the tie, when he noticed something about how his body was being pulled by the Harness. A series of numbers flashed before his eyes in a space only he could see, his mind running through a number of equations as he figured out the angle of their incline, the speed at which they were likely falling, and various other factors, all leading up to the feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong. However, before he had the chance to voice this concern, Carmen was already on it, even if she got cut off by the pilots of the Shyp speaking of some sort of malfunction. Everything seemed to start going wrong after that, as flames seemed to burst out from the top, and the Shyp's steady glide turned into a sudden halt as the Shyp slammed into the dark, unforgiving waters of the Canal.

Conscious thought did not decide what James did as the Shyp slammed into the icy waters, only a sudden burst of instinct as his thoughts turned right towards action. His knife lashed out with at his harness, the sharp blade taking only a small amount of time to cut through the harness before he was freed. As Carmen ripped open and exit for them, James was quick to follow behind. Diving into the waters, the icy chill that attempted to sap him of his strength quickly abating as the life energy surging from him quickly warmed up the area around him. For those who saw him swimming through the waters, they could see the tendrils of energy flowing around him through the movements of water as strange currents and eddies seemed to circulate in the water around his body. His eyes glowing with barely restrained energy, he kept after the rest of the group for a moment, but soon came to a halt as he turned to look back towards the wreck.

Corr and Natalya were staying behind, making sure that anyone still inside the Shyp would be able to make it to safety. For a moment, James thought that he should head back, try to help them out, maybe put his Aeon to good use. However, after some thought, he shook his head and kept on going. The Sinking of the ship would likely cause some sort of undertow that might pull him into the brink if he's not careful. With this in mind, he kept pace with the rest of the group focusing on his breathing as he pushed for shore, extending his senses out as far as he could towards that direction, to see if he could feel any signs of life awaiting them. If he did so, he'd be quick to warn the others, lest they all fall into a trap after narrowly avoiding the jaws of death.