The Irish Tree

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice was somewhat relieved that Brandy wouldn't be there for Alice's chewing out session. She had to wonder what her punishment would be...forced to lick toilets clean? Garbage duty for a month? Dressing up in one of those cute (but admittedly not her style) guild dresses and being assigned desk duty? She'd gotten that last one before and was shockingly good at it...so much so that she had to fight tooth and nail to not get stuck as a guild girl forever. Now, she wasn't sure if this was the last straw.

Alice's ears were flattened against her hair, and despite wanting to cry a bit at how unfair the job was to begin with, Alice kept herself under control and calmly explained her side of the story. She didn't want to excuse herself as she did admittedly screw up, but made it very obvious to Karin that this job was doomed no matter who took it on. A dog like that had so much energy from being cooped up that taking it outside without a leash was just asking for trouble. But, then she did admit that she lost her cool at having basically the entire town and Ms. Elmwood turn against them. Bowing her head, Alice would finish by saying: "...I'm so sorry for all of this. Both the botched job, and causing trouble for the guild. Whatever it takes to make this up to you all, I'll do it. Just...B-Brandy's new to all this. Whatever her punishment is supposed to be too, I'll take care of it. ...I don't want her losing that adventurer's spirit. Sure she may be..."

Alice paused while looking for a really, really, really nice way to not just outright call Brandy the most innately un-smartest person she'd ever met.

"...Different. But, she has a good heart. I don't wanna have it be broken because I...messed up walking a dog."

Come hell or highwater, Alice wasn't willing to let Brandy get punished because Alice was the one that screwed up. ...Even if it meant the one-week-wonder guild girl had to permanently have desk duty. She supposed she could get used to the blouses and the heels. Maybe her and Karin could go out drinking too after hours. Maybe even Nim would smile at having a workaholic like Alice helping Karin out with the hall.

...Or maybe Nim would turn Alice into a frog. Who knew, really?

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

When it came to the hardworking members of Infactorium, rest wasn't necessarily something that was considered on the job. This carried true for most, and the draconic chimera that loved nothing more than punching things all day long embodied the candid "I work for no overtime or vacation days" spirit. Still, even if demolishing almost a hundred buildings was a great deal of fun, she couldn't help but wonder if their guild leader was doing alright out there. She didn't doubt her power in the slightest but...

But...

But...

...Was she just going to abandon her? Like NotEvenHere had done?

Gritting her teeth, Levia slammed a piece of concrete into the ground and started taking her frustrations out upon it, stomping it so much that all that remained of it was powder. Levia's fear would be dispelled however, as gargantuan wingbeats resounded and signaled the return of Faetalis.

With the innocent concrete spared her continued wrath, Levia would excitedly pursue her master and skid to a halt, nearly running into her. "Mistress Faetalis, it is good that you have returned safely!" she said, taking a knee. Looking up, she smiled before saying: "We've been hard at work following your instructions to the letter Ma'am! We've nearly repurposed every idle building in the area, and have taken full stock of our resources. Tungsten and Cormac should be able to tell you more though." With her head bowed, Levia would await the words and orders of her leader, tail swishing idly and proudly, constantly pointing at the pile of rubble that she was just about to deliver as if to loudly proclaim: "I DID IT MASTER! I BROKE IT LIKE YOU ASKED!"

Levia didn't seem aware of this...but her expression certainly gave Faetalis that look that she really enjoyed her work.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Politics were never the strong-suit of wanderers and nomads. Usually it was a simple matter of getting people to agree on a course of action, but there were hiccups sometimes. Usually those ended in duels and wrestling, but Steppe Archer had to assume that out here that fancy thing called a "petition" was the equivalent. It took a fair bit of peeking around the sides of people and getting yelled at to get off of a fence before the nomad girl got the situation, and decide that this might be a pretty good idea!

Sure, there were negatives, but the pros seemed to greatly outweigh the cons. Orderly enough, Steppe Archer waited her turn to sign the petition with her surprisingly neat signature, before returning to the Druid Girl's side. Paying for a meat skewer, the archer would happily nom upon her kebab, amazed that for someone that didn't seem to do a lot of intense physical training on the regular, the druid girl had a huge appetite. Maybe being a magic caster meant burning a lot of energy for magic?

She had no idea, but it made some sense. Giving the stick her meal had been on one final lick, the girl beamed at her companions before asking: "Soooo...river bath again? Big Red didn't break a sweat, but we might start stinking if we don't take care of that soon." It was starting to concern the girl that they were bathing so frequently. Not because she disliked it, but because she'd heard folk tales back home of women so vain that they washed and washed and washed, scrubbing so hard that all their skin fell off and left them as skeletons with beautiful hair.

...It was definitely just a children's story, but still. She liked her skin.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

There was a long, long silence as Alice walked back with Brandy, before Alice turned to look at her, dewy eyed and downtrodden as she was. "...We...are probably not getting paid after that, Brandy," she said, unsure if not getting paid was going to be the least of their worries after the guild got notice of them failing to walk a damn dog. Stopping before the guild hall's doors, Alice would slap herself twice and grip the door handles.

She'd messed up on one job before, accidentally making too strong of a poison for some ants that killed a good patch of someone's lawn but...that was at least fixable. Ms. Elmwood was a nightmare for someone like Alice, who'd grown up in a country entirely centered on working hard and not taking shit because if you worked, you were unionized. Guild workers didn't even have DENTAL! Gritting her teeth she would throw the guild doors open (softly) and stride in (ashamedly), and head over to the guild desk and hesitantly report what happened, ears and tail drooping the entire time.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Soooo, how's everybody doing? Been quiet on the Western front. And the Southern front. North front's popping but that's the usual. East front...

You know. East front.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Turq Beaufort

---

Much as Turq wanted to prove himself some more, there was a great deal of relief washing over him. He'd unconsciously lowered his stance as Auron reached for his chest, fully expecting him to rip it off and start getting serious. But, once the huntsman mentioned calling it, the peacock Faunus stood up straight and retracted the chains and blades of his weapons, also dropping the pipe from before.

As was the case with all teachers, there was something they told Turq to improve on...though it seemed that Caramella got most of the flak for her stunt of using him as a springboard. While he understood the idea, he also started thinking that it might have worked better if he'd have known, since he could have kicked the bottom of her feet to help her jump farther. With a light shake of his head, Turq figured that since his fantastic First-Day-Graduation-Formula flopped, he'd have no choice other than to actually be a team player. Then, came the most important question he'd heard all day.

Why did Turq want to become a huntsman?

The answer was so instinctual and basic that Turq was amazed that anybody would need to ask. But that also made it difficult to answer, since Turq was almost certain this was one of those questions where not answering it with full conviction would mean that you were failed automatically. Thus, the faunus was left with no choice but to tell the truth for all it was worth. "I want power," was all that he said initially, as if that actually explained anything. "In Vacuo, power doesn't come from cushy places like a government office or a high paying job; It comes from surviving so long that living to spite everything is the only thing keeping you going. I hate that," Turq said, adjusting his hair a bit before finishing his statement.

"But I hate the idea of a Grimm getting to pick me apart just because I'm not the strongest even more," he said, finishing his statement with a flick of his hand through his hair, knocking loose the last bit of sand clinging to his locks. "Oh, and getting to see someplace that isn't 99% SAND would be nice."

Okay. Now he was done.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

A kindly smile slipped onto the nomad girl's face as their druidic friend spoke. Its true, most people just kind of assumed swinging something sharp or heavy was enough to win a fight, but skill was what won out in the end. "It is a lot to think about, but its one of those things where you hammer it into your body until it becomes second nature. Kinda like...an instinct, I guess?" Steppe Archer posed this answering question while looking confused herself, not really having to think about this...like, ever. Tapping her knuckle against her cheek she pondered if that was the right phrasing, since an instinct was more something you were born with. Reaction? Maybe its reaction. But there was also the phrase "fighting instincts", and it wasn't like babies were born knowing how to fight.

While stuck in her pondering she narrowly missed the question of who taught her to fight and, before she could answer, the druid girl's stomach roared its own answer. It sounded like it learned to fight from not being fed enough. A snicker escaped the nomad's lips before she held her own gut, trying not to laugh at the grumbling stomach. "My...snort sorry, my father was the one who taught me. Oh, and my grandfather. And uncle. And Aunt. And other Aunt. And cousins...oh, and I sparred with my clansmen often. Its not too uncommon for women to grow up learning to defend themselves on the steppes, what with the bandits and all. Aaaaanyways, let's get some food and fill that stomach. Sound good?" With her hand extended and back bent forward, she offered an easy way for the embarrassed druid girl to bring herself up.

"You did good today!"

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Turq Beaufort

---

Once again, the pipe was proving itself to be Turq's match in combat as the faunus boy found himself locked in bitter combat with something that, at one point in time, was a simple piece of building material that was now probably the most deadly swordfighter he'd ever met. ...That was something to be proud of, he supposed. Still, after the last barrage he'd gotten a little accustomed to the speed of the strikes, and the orbiting boomerangs would occasionally interrupt a swing as it went through, opening up small gaps that Turq used to launch his attacks on Auron from afar while Caramelle's head-on attacks pressured him.

As a loud cry of thunder struck across the arid landscape, Turq smiled as he saw the shot from Jet cause the pipe to tear away from him. Now, he was free to attack with his full strength, his orbiters and Caramelle's strikes soon giving Veloce the chance to both knock Auron back, and chide him for his earlier statement. "You say that as if you'd ever have landed that shot if we weren't distracting him, Turq retorted, putting his hands on his hips and smirking, before looking at both the pipe and scrap metal around the yard. "Actually...I wonder if this means scrap is stronger than both," he would say, rubbing his chin with one hand while flicking one of his kusarigama at the pipe, sending it flying towards him before he caught it.

With the countless pieces of junk lying around, Turq smiled as he realized something. He hadn't been fighting... creatively enough. A smile spread on his lips once more, before he asked: "So, is this the part where we pass whatever test this was supposed to be? Because at this rate, I think we're passing before lunch time, 'Sir'." Despite him using the agreed on term, Turq clearly wanted to see what else his new instructor had in store for him. If all it took to beat a trained huntsman was three novices and one EXTREMELY talented, powerful, outstanding genius fighter who's name started with a T and rhymed with "irk", then that was a fair bit disappointing.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

At the orders being given to the various factory overseers, Levia was beyond delighted that her's actually pertained to her job. Like, her FAVORITE part of her job. So what if she wasn't allowed to dissolve anything? SHE GOT TO BREAK THINGS INTO TINY PIECES ON DUTY! Levia's amber eyes positively sparkled, her obsidian tail swished to and fro behind her, and the large lizard hands connected to her hip clenched. "YES MA'AM RIGHT AWAY MA'AM!" she said before hurriedly rushing off to one of the designated facilities to be destroyed. Even if she didn't get to melt anything down, the mere act of breakin' was enough to get her knees quakin'.

Standing atop the first of many facilities that were to meet her end, the dragonic chimera had not waited for Gammaton before beginning her work. She was that eager to go ahead and get to doing it. Taking in a deep breath, Levia would hold her hands out, fists clenched, and elbows at her side as she took a deep breath in. She had to temporarily disable her Ki's poisonous properties, lest she wind up melting the building's materials with her fists. With her ki now very un-dangerous for the time being, the chimera's left humanoid hand would raise and begin shining with a golden light. Blood pumped through her body rapidly, her heart itself circulating at such speeds that it was damaging her body to fuel the Planet Rocker that was being charged up.

In the dark of the cave, that light shone for a fair distance once a loud crack resounded, 5% of her HP being converted into raw damage that broke through every part of the facility in need of demolishing. Breaking from just the wind generated by her fist, a hole formed, then, the aftershock resounded. Concrete cracked, steel bent, and whatever this place that was formerly a building was, it was now a pile of junk to be processed. There wasn't anything left standing but Levia, who was quivering with excitement. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I LOVE MY JOB!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, furiously pummeling the concrete to let off a bit of excess steam, before poisonous steam exited her nose. "Ahhh this is the best! Simply the best! Lady Faetalis is the BEST!" she said, jumping up and down, her feet stamping down the rubble into more uniform chunks before stopping and standing.

Sticking an envenomed nail of her finger into her mouth, Levia drooled at the thought of getting to destroy a lot more buildings with official approval, while also poisoning herself to heal back the miniscule damage that she'd taken. Sadly, she had to deliver the materials first and foremost, getting to deliver some of the largest pieces of rubble with many small pieces stacked atop it to be processed by Cormac. On her way back she would spot the figure flying into the air, her tail slapping the ground once in excitement. "Is that...Lady Faetalis!? I didn't know she was a dragon!"

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Turq Beaufort

---

Turq wasn't a complete and utter stranger to losing in a fight. But he was a stranger to getting his ass absolutely beat by a pipe. Like, not a guy with a pipe, just a pipe that decided to bibbidy bobbidy boo its way into being a fighter on par with him. Taken aback by the sudden lack of a person to actually hit, Turq was left confused and on the backpedal as he fought the pipe off, so caught up in it that he didn't think about the fact that his boomerang hadn't returned yet. It would eventually though, sliding along the sand towards his handle while he fought off the pipe, only for their new teacher to turn his attention to Turq.

Turq would raise his arms to defend himself, only to find his eyes forced to close from the blows to his face. Something...no, someone, with very green pants had knocked the wind out of him before he even had a chance to put up his guard. Suddenly the sky was all that Turq could see as he was sent flying, mouth agape as his senses finally caught up to him. Just in time for his bruised sternum to promptly get used as a springboard for the shrimp of a girl on their team. Skidding a few times across the sand from the force of the impact, Turq would land head first and swallow at least a mouthful of sand as his jaw slammed into the ground.

Shaking his head and steadily rising, one eye shut tight after sand had got in it. "The hell kind of question is that!? Why a boomerang? I'll tell you why!" he shouted, whipping his picks around before the boomerangs detached, a tangible connection forming between the center of the 'rangs and Turq's aura. A hand moved from his chain to his hair, slicking it back a bit to fix the damage done after getting slammed into the ground. "Because boomerangs are cool! And bullets are expensive!"

With his doctorate paper published verbally the faunus would charge forward, the boomerangs spinning relatively quickly in an orbit around him, held in their rotation by his semblance as he once more tried to attack their teacher, this time only having his blunt handles and his boomerang orbiters. He'd be mindful to not get too close to the others, using his handles as thrown projectiles in-between the rhythmic turning of his boomerangs. He would also briefly remember being stepped on, but figured that could wait until after they won. Now that he knew to keep his guard up, there was no way for their instructor to waltz through his patented "Cyclone Ripper Ultra Deluxe Supreme Tyrant Killer Defense Field". No way whatsoever!