Sorry if my last post was a little sloppy or long winded. That's a midnight post and those don't tend to be the best. To sleep now.
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Player; DK
Age; 23
Sex; Male
Occupation; Air Force
Location; Alnilam
Race; Rakshasa
Dead men tell no tales
So listen to this story from a whale
She sailed the silver river
But only found a purple butler
There was a grey parrot, and the crane both agree
That the turtle should search for the one manatee
Now you see your monster
Or maybe your insanity
The pirate needs more ales
Age; 23
Sex; Male
Occupation; Air Force
Location; Alnilam
Race; Rakshasa
Dead men tell no tales
So listen to this story from a whale
She sailed the silver river
But only found a purple butler
There was a grey parrot, and the crane both agree
That the turtle should search for the one manatee
Now you see your monster
Or maybe your insanity
The pirate needs more ales
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@Delta44
West was glad to hear that Vivianne would be willing to teach him more about the Twin Gaiae. In fact she seemed almost excited to teach him more about it. He wasn't so sure about searching the archives though. There was a lot there and it sounded like she was more sure of herself in knowledge of the Gaiae than the archives. The Shrine Maidens were obviously very capable and it would make sense that they needed other jobs in this world. Even spending the time they do on religion would probably warrant looks of disgust. The world was at relative peace now, but no one cared about the beings that helped bring it about. They only cared about the beings that could take it away.
He makes a mental note of fighting or training around the Light Gaia was disrespectful. He was interested to hear she also trained outside of the Vale walls, but in the forest instead unlike him. He also learned his skills from elders of sort, and most of his skills had to be honed on his own. He watched in amazement as she pulled the massive sword around her. She did it slowly and with complete control. It was quite nearly as big as she was and it looked like she could wield it as a shortsword. Maybe that was the next step in West's training. He had always worked on his legs for power and only kept enough muscle in his arms to keep his lance steady. This still required a lot of work, but if he could wield his lance like a rapier, how much more effective would he become.
Durandal was a rather stoic name. Durandal certainly looked like a legendary sword and the story behind backed up that appearance. The modifications were rather impressive as well. Sort of similar to West's lance, but short ranged rather than long ranged. He was surprised to actually see a round larger than the ones he used. They were custom made, but it was easier for his family. His father was a successful dust salesman.
"No you're fine talking. I like hearing things. Things can be quite exciting quite often. Especially when worthy to be spoken of. Anyways my dad is a dust salesman in Vale. No where near the power of the Weiss family, but we are pretty well off. He probably would have wanted me to take over the family business, or probably still does, but I think he gave up on that dream long ago. I was much to excited to run around as a kid. I was a smart kid too, well booksmart anyways. My teachers hated me because I would finish a test before the other students and dismiss myself to run around the room a few times. It annoyed them even more when my tests had good marks. Anyways my father realized I needed an outlet for my energy if I was going to keep up with studies. That's where my uncle comes in.
My uncle became a hunter instead of getting involved in the business. He's quite the expert with his spear, and he began to teach me how to fight as an outlet. It worked a little too well. Soon I began to enjoy the training much more than studying. I kept my grades high enough to satisfy my dad while spending all of my free time training. My uncle only taught me how to use a spear, but I praciced the basic jab with a spear the most. I soon found that a torquing motion worked best to penetrate deeper into objects. I also found that a spear wasn't the best tool for this, so using materials I bought and the tools in my dads shop I constructed my own Lance." At this time he brought his lance out from behind him. It was shorter and stocky for a moment, only reaching from the floor to his head while sitting, but at the push of a button the length doubled, shooting up into a nine foot lance with a three foot pole. Three veins circled the lance several times running from the tip to the bottom. He quickly retracted it again, not wanting to draw to much attention to himself.
"It also has a motor and rapidly spins to add even more power too it. I'm pretty proud of it. I actually learned more of my particular fighting style on my own time in the quarry. I also practiced outside of Vale walls, but I was in the old dust quarry. I saw a joust at a fair once and figured out how I could apply their power. I bought a retractable shield there as well and the next time I went to the quarry I practiced a new technique." He quickly extended and retracted his shield exposing his orange coloring with a black and white spiral in the center. "It worked really well for me. Since I had always been running around I had the speed to really complement this style. I trained a lot to get faster and more accurate. One day my uncle brought me these boots. Their dust powered and they give an explosive burst. I loved bouncing around in them obliterating rocks all day, but my uncle saw that if I wanted to fight I would need to be accurate. We soon began training on pebbles instead of boulders. He would throw it and I would have to destroy it before it hit the ground. I was soon even unstoppable at this, but I realized I wouldn't be able to reach some targets if they were very far off. I again took my lance to my dads shop and made some more modifications."
With another push of a button his lance spun into position and the hilt folded over. The hilt formed the butt-stock while parts of the lance slid away to reveal a scope inside of it and opposite parts separated to reveal the trigger mechanism. The large chunk of the tip receded into the lance leaving a flat hole on the end of it. "This is my sniper he proudly stated. The rounds are pretty large as well, so it only holds four at a time, including the tip." He pulled out one of the rounds showing her a drill shaped round that was slightly smaller than her own. "It's custom made like your own, but it's pretty easy for me at my dad's shop. I could probably make some of yours as well if you'd like. Mine works a lot different than yours too. It'll put a hole in just about anything, but it'll only do just that. The last mod that we put on her was another small resevior of explosive dust in the hilt. Just a little something for even more speed."
West had also realized he had just given his whole lifestory and probably could have summarized parts of it. She really probably doesn't care about your training. She does her own training too. Taking a quick breath after his long winded speech he finally finished it. "Sorry, I get excited over weapons. I think you can tell a lot about a person from them, but yeah there's my lifestory now. I hope it didn't bore you to much."
West was glad to hear that Vivianne would be willing to teach him more about the Twin Gaiae. In fact she seemed almost excited to teach him more about it. He wasn't so sure about searching the archives though. There was a lot there and it sounded like she was more sure of herself in knowledge of the Gaiae than the archives. The Shrine Maidens were obviously very capable and it would make sense that they needed other jobs in this world. Even spending the time they do on religion would probably warrant looks of disgust. The world was at relative peace now, but no one cared about the beings that helped bring it about. They only cared about the beings that could take it away.
He makes a mental note of fighting or training around the Light Gaia was disrespectful. He was interested to hear she also trained outside of the Vale walls, but in the forest instead unlike him. He also learned his skills from elders of sort, and most of his skills had to be honed on his own. He watched in amazement as she pulled the massive sword around her. She did it slowly and with complete control. It was quite nearly as big as she was and it looked like she could wield it as a shortsword. Maybe that was the next step in West's training. He had always worked on his legs for power and only kept enough muscle in his arms to keep his lance steady. This still required a lot of work, but if he could wield his lance like a rapier, how much more effective would he become.
Durandal was a rather stoic name. Durandal certainly looked like a legendary sword and the story behind backed up that appearance. The modifications were rather impressive as well. Sort of similar to West's lance, but short ranged rather than long ranged. He was surprised to actually see a round larger than the ones he used. They were custom made, but it was easier for his family. His father was a successful dust salesman.
"No you're fine talking. I like hearing things. Things can be quite exciting quite often. Especially when worthy to be spoken of. Anyways my dad is a dust salesman in Vale. No where near the power of the Weiss family, but we are pretty well off. He probably would have wanted me to take over the family business, or probably still does, but I think he gave up on that dream long ago. I was much to excited to run around as a kid. I was a smart kid too, well booksmart anyways. My teachers hated me because I would finish a test before the other students and dismiss myself to run around the room a few times. It annoyed them even more when my tests had good marks. Anyways my father realized I needed an outlet for my energy if I was going to keep up with studies. That's where my uncle comes in.
My uncle became a hunter instead of getting involved in the business. He's quite the expert with his spear, and he began to teach me how to fight as an outlet. It worked a little too well. Soon I began to enjoy the training much more than studying. I kept my grades high enough to satisfy my dad while spending all of my free time training. My uncle only taught me how to use a spear, but I praciced the basic jab with a spear the most. I soon found that a torquing motion worked best to penetrate deeper into objects. I also found that a spear wasn't the best tool for this, so using materials I bought and the tools in my dads shop I constructed my own Lance." At this time he brought his lance out from behind him. It was shorter and stocky for a moment, only reaching from the floor to his head while sitting, but at the push of a button the length doubled, shooting up into a nine foot lance with a three foot pole. Three veins circled the lance several times running from the tip to the bottom. He quickly retracted it again, not wanting to draw to much attention to himself.
"It also has a motor and rapidly spins to add even more power too it. I'm pretty proud of it. I actually learned more of my particular fighting style on my own time in the quarry. I also practiced outside of Vale walls, but I was in the old dust quarry. I saw a joust at a fair once and figured out how I could apply their power. I bought a retractable shield there as well and the next time I went to the quarry I practiced a new technique." He quickly extended and retracted his shield exposing his orange coloring with a black and white spiral in the center. "It worked really well for me. Since I had always been running around I had the speed to really complement this style. I trained a lot to get faster and more accurate. One day my uncle brought me these boots. Their dust powered and they give an explosive burst. I loved bouncing around in them obliterating rocks all day, but my uncle saw that if I wanted to fight I would need to be accurate. We soon began training on pebbles instead of boulders. He would throw it and I would have to destroy it before it hit the ground. I was soon even unstoppable at this, but I realized I wouldn't be able to reach some targets if they were very far off. I again took my lance to my dads shop and made some more modifications."
With another push of a button his lance spun into position and the hilt folded over. The hilt formed the butt-stock while parts of the lance slid away to reveal a scope inside of it and opposite parts separated to reveal the trigger mechanism. The large chunk of the tip receded into the lance leaving a flat hole on the end of it. "This is my sniper he proudly stated. The rounds are pretty large as well, so it only holds four at a time, including the tip." He pulled out one of the rounds showing her a drill shaped round that was slightly smaller than her own. "It's custom made like your own, but it's pretty easy for me at my dad's shop. I could probably make some of yours as well if you'd like. Mine works a lot different than yours too. It'll put a hole in just about anything, but it'll only do just that. The last mod that we put on her was another small resevior of explosive dust in the hilt. Just a little something for even more speed."
West had also realized he had just given his whole lifestory and probably could have summarized parts of it. She really probably doesn't care about your training. She does her own training too. Taking a quick breath after his long winded speech he finally finished it. "Sorry, I get excited over weapons. I think you can tell a lot about a person from them, but yeah there's my lifestory now. I hope it didn't bore you to much."
@Lmpkio
Kong saw the glow of her plates and mouth and knew what she was charging. It was how she finished him off last time anyways. He would never forget that now. In preparation for the attack Kong smashed his fists into the ground and brought up a mighty stone in each hand. He held the stones like shields in front of him as preparation for the coming attack, but he was suprised when he heard the fire but felt no pressure on his shields. Instead he soon found the ground underneath of him giving out. He quickly caught himself and surfed halfway down the mountain with the debris. It settled out there and Kong angrily launched one of the boulders at Gojira. It didn't effect her much, but this was only the beginning.
A grand old tree still stood next to Kong right now. That is until he uprooted it to use like a bat. Kong was ready for anything that Gojira would throw at him now. With his stone shield and tree club he wasn't underestimating this lizard again. He surely would tear her head off just like the rest, but it was going to be much more difficult to reach that point.
Kong saw the glow of her plates and mouth and knew what she was charging. It was how she finished him off last time anyways. He would never forget that now. In preparation for the attack Kong smashed his fists into the ground and brought up a mighty stone in each hand. He held the stones like shields in front of him as preparation for the coming attack, but he was suprised when he heard the fire but felt no pressure on his shields. Instead he soon found the ground underneath of him giving out. He quickly caught himself and surfed halfway down the mountain with the debris. It settled out there and Kong angrily launched one of the boulders at Gojira. It didn't effect her much, but this was only the beginning.
A grand old tree still stood next to Kong right now. That is until he uprooted it to use like a bat. Kong was ready for anything that Gojira would throw at him now. With his stone shield and tree club he wasn't underestimating this lizard again. He surely would tear her head off just like the rest, but it was going to be much more difficult to reach that point.
@Cuccoruler
Ratatoskr tired of being overworked, employs a messenger squirrel army. Paid stricly in nuts. (The gods better keep nuts in their pockets for tips) =))
Ratatoskr tired of being overworked, employs a messenger squirrel army. Paid stricly in nuts. (The gods better keep nuts in their pockets for tips) =))
Florence was quite upset to reach the top and find Dazz waiting for him. He was sure she would make him fill the cracks he made, but she must have been too busy to notice them. She had a lot to handle, especially today it seemed. "Yes ma'am. I'll help clean up Borrick and this mess. And apologize to that girl as well." Flor walked over to the old bot mechanic and began to clean him up. "You'll be ok. We'll get most of this off you before it dries. You didn't lose anything in the cement did you. It'll be easier to find it before it dries." The mans words weren't making much sense yet as he was still sobbing over the incident. Flor would apologize to the girl later if he had time. Work came first and she would get over the situation. All the others did anyways. Dazz's word was as good as law though, and when he got the chance he would appologize to her.
"Alright let's try again Bor, you've got all of your stuff right?" This time Flor was able to make out the word wrench through the old man's sobs. He knew about the mechanics enchanted wrench, everyone knew about it. It was certainly a reason to cry if any at losing that. Flor reached into the pile of drying cement and managed to pull out the wrench. Borrick's sobs quickly began to subside as he handed it to him. "Take care of this. I know you already do, but keep an eye out for the things around you too." Flor ignored the cement on his hand as he wasn't going to be able to wipe it all of before it dried. He began to shovel the wet cement and dump it into a bucket. It was ruined now that it was hardening outside of a mold. The job steadily got harder as the cement dried and Flor helped hack away at the extra pieces.
"Alright let's try again Bor, you've got all of your stuff right?" This time Flor was able to make out the word wrench through the old man's sobs. He knew about the mechanics enchanted wrench, everyone knew about it. It was certainly a reason to cry if any at losing that. Flor reached into the pile of drying cement and managed to pull out the wrench. Borrick's sobs quickly began to subside as he handed it to him. "Take care of this. I know you already do, but keep an eye out for the things around you too." Flor ignored the cement on his hand as he wasn't going to be able to wipe it all of before it dried. He began to shovel the wet cement and dump it into a bucket. It was ruined now that it was hardening outside of a mold. The job steadily got harder as the cement dried and Flor helped hack away at the extra pieces.
@KioruxSesheema
Lost really is just going to play anything Anya would ask of him so you can RP him playing music on the way to the palace if you were just going to skip to arriving there. If she doesn't want music or wants more conversation, then that's fine as well.
Lost really is just going to play anything Anya would ask of him so you can RP him playing music on the way to the palace if you were just going to skip to arriving there. If she doesn't want music or wants more conversation, then that's fine as well.
@KioruxSesheema
"I'm sorry my Lady. I was sure someone of your stature already knew of my presence." Lost wasn't so haughty as to not give puffed up words to others, especially his elders. He enjoyed it himself when those younger than he gave him respect and if he should expect then he should give it as well.
"I'm very honored that you would remember my name, but I suppose that is in your wisdom to remember every name, even nicknames." The laugh that escaped her lips after she accepted his request, sent chills up his spine. No one should enjoy taking lives this much. He very much enjoyed ruining lives or taking control of others, but taking lives was not something he deeply enjoyed. It had been a while though and maybe she would reward him if he helped her in the hunt.
"Thank you Anya. I have heard of you as well, but not by any other name than The Lady. You are a grand hunter and though you are one of many of his Legions, not many stand above you." He continued to follow her on her left and just a step behind her.
"Would you like some music on our treck? I can play anything you like. Or help you feel any way you want. It would really be a shame not to enjoy the beauty of this place and I can help make it all the more enjoyable."
"I'm sorry my Lady. I was sure someone of your stature already knew of my presence." Lost wasn't so haughty as to not give puffed up words to others, especially his elders. He enjoyed it himself when those younger than he gave him respect and if he should expect then he should give it as well.
"I'm very honored that you would remember my name, but I suppose that is in your wisdom to remember every name, even nicknames." The laugh that escaped her lips after she accepted his request, sent chills up his spine. No one should enjoy taking lives this much. He very much enjoyed ruining lives or taking control of others, but taking lives was not something he deeply enjoyed. It had been a while though and maybe she would reward him if he helped her in the hunt.
"Thank you Anya. I have heard of you as well, but not by any other name than The Lady. You are a grand hunter and though you are one of many of his Legions, not many stand above you." He continued to follow her on her left and just a step behind her.
"Would you like some music on our treck? I can play anything you like. Or help you feel any way you want. It would really be a shame not to enjoy the beauty of this place and I can help make it all the more enjoyable."
Sorry my post for Claire, Cia and Landon is short. He's not really sure what he should do now and was sort of just waiting for direction.
@OtomostheCrazy@Cuccoruler
"If the world really is going to shambles then it sounds like we need to find whoever stole this Amgarrack. I doubt we'll be able to find Amgar's location without him." Cia had finished healing Landon and he was feeling very rejuvenated. Almost better than before the fight.
He was really at a loss for ideas right now, but it seemed one was needed. "Maybe one of the other gods knows something about this. They think Amgar is on Earth so let's find a god that's been down there for a while. The one who is bringing the old gods back might even be our culprit, or in league with the culprit anyways." Landon was stretching for ideas right now.
@Lmpkio
Long ago King Kong had been the reigning force in the jungles of Peru. Constantly patrolling and guarding them for the inhabitants of the jungle. He didn't care much for humans. They were to greedy and destructive. To prove this point Kong had actually been killed several years ago by a by-product of the humans desire for power. The humans were learning to play with powers they shouldn't be. Their abuse of this power led to the birth of a beast that would lead to his destruction. They both desired the same goal, but Gojira was an abomination he refused to let go. Their battle over fifty years ago led to his bitter defeat, and now he was given the chance to change the outcome of their fight.
Kong heard the roar of his hated nemesis. With new life and a dreadful bitterness to go with it. He turned from the temple and began his march toward the towering lizard. Kong planned on killing this beast just like the other lizards he dealt with, by tearing her head clean off. He was certainly angry, but he wouldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He slowly made his way toward the beach. A wave of trees crashing in his wake. He wouldn't go all the way to the beach, Gojira would have the upper hand then. The infernal woman was still in her human form. Kong didn't care much for this. He would treat her all the same and give fighting her all his strength. As he broke a peak that gave him a view of her, he let out a mighty roar nearly matching hers in strength. He beat his chest making a low hum that carried through the entire jungle. He slammed his fists down causing landslides on the two mountains on either side of him.
"If the world really is going to shambles then it sounds like we need to find whoever stole this Amgarrack. I doubt we'll be able to find Amgar's location without him." Cia had finished healing Landon and he was feeling very rejuvenated. Almost better than before the fight.
He was really at a loss for ideas right now, but it seemed one was needed. "Maybe one of the other gods knows something about this. They think Amgar is on Earth so let's find a god that's been down there for a while. The one who is bringing the old gods back might even be our culprit, or in league with the culprit anyways." Landon was stretching for ideas right now.
@Lmpkio
Long ago King Kong had been the reigning force in the jungles of Peru. Constantly patrolling and guarding them for the inhabitants of the jungle. He didn't care much for humans. They were to greedy and destructive. To prove this point Kong had actually been killed several years ago by a by-product of the humans desire for power. The humans were learning to play with powers they shouldn't be. Their abuse of this power led to the birth of a beast that would lead to his destruction. They both desired the same goal, but Gojira was an abomination he refused to let go. Their battle over fifty years ago led to his bitter defeat, and now he was given the chance to change the outcome of their fight.
Kong heard the roar of his hated nemesis. With new life and a dreadful bitterness to go with it. He turned from the temple and began his march toward the towering lizard. Kong planned on killing this beast just like the other lizards he dealt with, by tearing her head clean off. He was certainly angry, but he wouldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He slowly made his way toward the beach. A wave of trees crashing in his wake. He wouldn't go all the way to the beach, Gojira would have the upper hand then. The infernal woman was still in her human form. Kong didn't care much for this. He would treat her all the same and give fighting her all his strength. As he broke a peak that gave him a view of her, he let out a mighty roar nearly matching hers in strength. He beat his chest making a low hum that carried through the entire jungle. He slammed his fists down causing landslides on the two mountains on either side of him.
Sorry working on my post now.
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