chukklehed said
that's what it sounds like when jayce uses sandstorm, thanks to Nina
200% okay with that.
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[Been a lot of double posts lately...]
Jayce squinted slightly as the arachnid cleared the mist, muttering: "...Just go down already!" before looking at Celia as she told them to keep it busy. Smirking slightly, Jayce simply gave her a thumbs-up, saying:"Alright, you got it Celia!" Looking over to Noire, she instantly understood what to do, and began running towards the thing, shifting through a glyph to enter her beetle-form. Her muzzle extended out into a massive chitinous horn, and her legs grew sturdier, her torso getting bulkier as she ran towards it.
As Noire collided with it, the thing's entire body was pushed into the cavern wall, Jayce began running towards it, his right arm lowered as he stuffed two lacrima, one brown, and one green, and, once he came upon the pinned spider, he punched it square in the mouth and said: "Combination Charge: SANDSTORM!". As he cocked the forearm back with his free-hand, rubble from the canyon started to lift and draw itself to his arm, spinning rapidly around it and grinding against the face of the spider at high-speeds, like a sand belt.
As Noire collided with it, the thing's entire body was pushed into the cavern wall, Jayce began running towards it, his right arm lowered as he stuffed two lacrima, one brown, and one green, and, once he came upon the pinned spider, he punched it square in the mouth and said: "Combination Charge: SANDSTORM!". As he cocked the forearm back with his free-hand, rubble from the canyon started to lift and draw itself to his arm, spinning rapidly around it and grinding against the face of the spider at high-speeds, like a sand belt.
"...Uh, sir" Bruce raised his hand as the others started going off onto the zipline,and even though he nearly completely towered over both the teachers, he still looked at them with a great deal of respect. His eyes were still a little red and puffy from his reaction to the wonders of Professor Port's story, but it was clear that if he wasn’t prepared to throw himself into danger, he would still be crying at the emotional depth of the story.
The coffee-guzzler didn’t cease sipping, even as the others started moving down the lines, and zipped over to Bruce at the speed of light saying: ”Yes, yes yes, what is it young man? A question before you throw yourself into the Falls?” To which he got a slow nod as Bruce regained his composure, asking: ”Do we have to use the lines?” Somewhat speechless, the professor adjusted his glasses, taking another sip and saying: ”No...No I suppose you don-” Bruce had moved before the man even finished talking, and was already running towards the edge of the cliff, gauntlets already on his arms. Diving off the ledge, Bruce descended the basin, running downwards on the steep slope, occasionally using his beartraps to slow himself down by grinding them into the grey mountain walls.
Eventually reaching the forest floor with a loud crash, Bruce looked around before he began walking north, at least from his view, and going straight.
Beliya had already begun sliding along her zipline, using her Joyeuse as a make-shift glider down the line, coming to a stop over the tree-line and dropping in, taking care to land on a branch on one of the many crimson trees. Narrowly avoiding landing on a nest of Rapier wasps, she descended from the tree, and scoped the area out. Trees, trees, rock over there, trees, trees, Beowulf, trees...Wait.
Wheeling around just before she turned away, she took her machete-rifle in hand and approached silently behind the beowulf, and, once she was a breath away from it, the beast spun around and lunged at her. In one fell swing, she sidestepped the thing and sliced through it vertically with her blade, cleaving the thing apart cleanly from the hip. Breathing steadily, she closed her eyes and sheathed her weapon to her side...and only then did she notice the person bleeding out on the ground. Staring at him for a moment, then silently cursing herself, she dreaded the thought of trudging along with an injured partner. Figuring that none of that mattered, since the rules were set in stone, she walked over to him slowly and knelt down in front of him and asked: ”Can you walk?” at least trying to sound concerned.
”....Ahem.” Ineko, even in his armor would feel the tapping of the coffee-holic on his shoulder, though he only heard one, it must have felt like someone was dialing SOS on his suit as the professor then said: ”If you would please.” as he gestured with his mug to the basin below.
The coffee-guzzler didn’t cease sipping, even as the others started moving down the lines, and zipped over to Bruce at the speed of light saying: ”Yes, yes yes, what is it young man? A question before you throw yourself into the Falls?” To which he got a slow nod as Bruce regained his composure, asking: ”Do we have to use the lines?” Somewhat speechless, the professor adjusted his glasses, taking another sip and saying: ”No...No I suppose you don-” Bruce had moved before the man even finished talking, and was already running towards the edge of the cliff, gauntlets already on his arms. Diving off the ledge, Bruce descended the basin, running downwards on the steep slope, occasionally using his beartraps to slow himself down by grinding them into the grey mountain walls.
Eventually reaching the forest floor with a loud crash, Bruce looked around before he began walking north, at least from his view, and going straight.
Beliya had already begun sliding along her zipline, using her Joyeuse as a make-shift glider down the line, coming to a stop over the tree-line and dropping in, taking care to land on a branch on one of the many crimson trees. Narrowly avoiding landing on a nest of Rapier wasps, she descended from the tree, and scoped the area out. Trees, trees, rock over there, trees, trees, Beowulf, trees...Wait.
Wheeling around just before she turned away, she took her machete-rifle in hand and approached silently behind the beowulf, and, once she was a breath away from it, the beast spun around and lunged at her. In one fell swing, she sidestepped the thing and sliced through it vertically with her blade, cleaving the thing apart cleanly from the hip. Breathing steadily, she closed her eyes and sheathed her weapon to her side...and only then did she notice the person bleeding out on the ground. Staring at him for a moment, then silently cursing herself, she dreaded the thought of trudging along with an injured partner. Figuring that none of that mattered, since the rules were set in stone, she walked over to him slowly and knelt down in front of him and asked: ”Can you walk?” at least trying to sound concerned.
”....Ahem.” Ineko, even in his armor would feel the tapping of the coffee-holic on his shoulder, though he only heard one, it must have felt like someone was dialing SOS on his suit as the professor then said: ”If you would please.” as he gestured with his mug to the basin below.
BuriedComic7 said
Cool, so I am gonna wait to post until there is a partner lined up. Okee?
Looks like we might be getting one tomorrow. Also, Multi_Media, even if one gets accepted, if the other two don't respond, you can still apply. Just wait out the three days.
tfw I just noticed Beliya and Kuhaku's swords have the same name.
BuriedComic7 said
So if Kaben is gonna wait for LowKey then I need to wait for another person to join, am I correct?
Yuppers.
(MAHZ FIX THIS PLEASE)
Also...until I have a good gauge on how many teams we actually HAVE, I can't reveal where the artifacts are, or what they are just yet.
(Currently working on Beliya and Bruce's landing)
(Currently working on Beliya and Bruce's landing)
IT: So, Leonard...where the hell did you GET the maid costume in the first place?
Leonard: ...Come to think of it...I don't remember. Hey, did anybody have a maid costume?
Toridus: *finally calming down* Phew...felt good to get all that energy out of my system. *looks over at Natsu and Sammy* Daww...Natsu finally hooked one. ...She hooked a pirate.
*JUSTICES INTERNALLY*
Sokolov: Commander, can little man who looks like lady have his cloak back? He must be cold, wearing such frills.
Toridus: Oh yeah, sure, here. *takes off cloak and wraps it around a spear, throwing it over at Leonard's feet. While continuing to JUSTICE INTERNALLY*
Leonard: ...Come to think of it...I don't remember. Hey, did anybody have a maid costume?
Toridus: *finally calming down* Phew...felt good to get all that energy out of my system. *looks over at Natsu and Sammy* Daww...Natsu finally hooked one. ...She hooked a pirate.
*JUSTICES INTERNALLY*
Sokolov: Commander, can little man who looks like lady have his cloak back? He must be cold, wearing such frills.
Toridus: Oh yeah, sure, here. *takes off cloak and wraps it around a spear, throwing it over at Leonard's feet. While continuing to JUSTICE INTERNALLY*
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