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5 mos ago
Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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7 mos ago
swish
8 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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9 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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11 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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I know, I know; both of them have a life obsession. Black pays it a lot, White makes it a lot. And lifelink can show up anywhere at all. But still, the point is more one of 'Sorin is a creepy bastard and both of them resist magic', combined with the spell itself being a quick thing. Saber's magic immune unless she wants to be affected, Archer can ignore things cast so hastily and still reduces the effects of bigger stuff. Even if it WASN'T so quick, spreading it amongst so many people would dilute the effect. Also, they really don't need physical buffs with their weaponry. XD
And thus Sorin totally failed to buff Saber or even Archer, because spur-of-the-moment buffs that feel creepy as fuck because he's mostly linked to Black mana. Not that they honestly need it. XD
Archer

Adjusting to the counterattack, Archer leapt back from the dragon. Obviously, it was smart enough to adjust for a head on attack--and by the look of it, too stubborn to realise when it was better off getting out of here. Nobody had seriously hurt it yet, but the berserk martial artist had opened up a weak point and it clearly couldn't cope with all the fire being flung its way.

Moving after Saber, so that it was occupied dealing with Excalibur's heavy blows, the Knight in Red targeted the exposed scales, opting for small, darting attacks; the technique Archer was employing with Ascalon was actually far more reminiscent of the frenzied rain of strikes employed by Cu Chulainn. It lacked the impossible speed the inexplicably-dressed man could use, but the technique was the same. Rather than going for a single damaging strike, Archer was counting on lots of small ones, concentrated in one area, weakening it so it could be finished off.
I'm amazed that for all the references to lightning in your bio, you never actually spelled it correctly.
Killing a character because the person left the RP would be assholish, and I don't agree with a motivation of 'CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT', given that people have known the character for all of... maybe an hour or two. It'd be forced and ridiculous.

Plus killing characters like that is slamming the door in the player's face in case they ever decide to rejoin. Doing that because it gives people a chance to write ANGSTANGSTANGST is wrong. :/
Spartan

The world's one and only music-listening superhero seemed on the whole more concerned with changing the song blaring through her headphones than really dealing with the self-proclaimed witch. This was, on the whole, because she'd made absolutely no attempt to remove the bike from her person, and she didn't really have anything heroic to do than rev the throttle and cause the tires to cheerfully spin on her face, making an absolute mockery of any concept of 'fighting'. Maybe a tire-wide scar from scalp to chin would remind her that totally ignoring people trying to hurt you was an incredibly dumb move.

Impressive, standing up with a motorbike on your face, though. It just so happened that the rear wheel acted as a pretty good pivot.
'Anne'

Ah, that was a familiar voice--until now, Anne had been too focused on making sure that she had something to snack on than to notice that it was the witch girl. Charlotte was one of the few people that knew her original name--purely because they'd known each other for long enough that the endless chain of pseudonyms that the vampire relied on was more trouble than it was worth in private conversation.

"He's not high and not a plague-ridden invalid. Cheap wine, certainly, but that makes it all the easier to stop in time," the vampire explained, looking twice at the witch before shrugging and deciding that, if she did get carried away, at least someone was there to stop her. Not that it was a big fear of hers; unlike younger vampires she had long ago learned to tame her impulses to drink as much as possible.

A large part of that probably came down to having a rather small stomach, though.
Spartan

Though the Once and Future King was the first hero on the scene, they were followed scant seconds later by what first sounded like a passing vehicle... but quickly turned out to be an incoming motorbike that had a date with the enemy's face. Even most daredevils would find it outright suicidal to try and angle the bike like this, but it was all in a day's work for Allegra. She was somewhat miffed at being beaten to the scene by someone on foot, though the distraction would hopefully pay off to their mutual benefit: high speed, high mass metal, straight to flesh. Hopefully.

She really didn't want to wreck another bike. Small repairs, sure, but writing the whole thing off as a loss...
Name: Allegra Haskell, Spartan.

Age: 26

Gender: Female

She doesn't look as strong as she is, at all.

Personality: The brunette is quiet, keeps to herself, and has no interest in keeping her superhero or private identities all that secret--all that messing around with dumb costumes is just wasting time that could be spent helping people. She finds it more use to be always available... even if 'available' is a relative word when used on a girl that likes the atmosphere in bars too much for her own good.
She's a good person, albeit one who cause way too much wasted money.

Skills: Allegra's most important practised skill is the ability to dodge things--or move herself out of the way so that she doesn't even need to dodge. It comes in handy when she finds herself unfortunately disarmed, or holding something far too weak to conceivably block with.

Abilities: She's a born fighter; every last physical attribute from her strength down to fine motor control and reflexes is permanently at its conceivable human maximum. Nor does she take any negative effects from long-term chemical exposure--handy with some of her vices, but particularly useful for side effects of excessive adrenaline due to its role in the stress response. It isn't these that make her a born fighter, though: anything put under her control, so long as she's not distanced from the effects, is a mastered weapon. Men who have spent their entire lives honing swordsmanship find that they have nothing to teach, whilst common criminals find themselves trying to not mention that it was a lawn gnome that lead to their incarceration.
Her own body, however, does not count as such a weapon--with nothing to wield at all, Allegra is very good at surviving, but not so much at achieving anything. Interestingly enough, knowing how to wield a motorbike as a deadly weapon also makes her very good at driving one. Cars... not so much.

Equipment: At essentially all times, Allegra tries to make sure she has some sort of sharp bladed implement, a gun of variable description, and a motorbike on hand. Now, normally she ends up breaking all of them, but that just means getting a different example. It's always good to have backup weaponry if the scenery fails to provide.

Brief Backstory: It's strange, growing up instinctively knowing how to use everyday implements to massively hurt people, whilst simultaneously outshining your peers in athletics to such a gross margin that, far from being encouraged to go further, you get asked to try and hold yourself back rather than being the best at everything.

Especially after cracking someone's ribs with a ball they were never expected to catch.

Maybe that's why Allegra's abortive career in athletics, ended because her athleticism was too good to be unadulterated human yet not good enough to qualify as outright superhuman, didn't bother her too much; it was just something she tried because the pay would be good and she didn't need to practice. One way or another, she found her way to the IJF and offered her help there--sometimes as an armed combat instructor, but increasingly as an actual hero.
"Such poor specimens of humanity," the vampire said regretfully, grabbing hold of one man's arm and tightening her grip until there was an audible snap, "Willing to level firearms at unarmed girls."

Yanking on the injured arm, Anne pulled this particular man in close, smirking at his pain. It was with a predatory gleam in her eye that she released it, instead cradling his neck. "Even if all your friends run away, you are going to be sticking around just a bit longer..."

Maybe now all those other fools would take the hint and run? She did so hate to be watched in these situations.
I would love to see Vash have to deal with Gilgamesh. XD
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