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World of Light

@Lugubrious I can make the switch, but I've never been particularly skilled at "sticking to one specific writing style". The particular writing style I've been told is absurd and sometimes contradictory, so I can certainly try to change the style! As for the text, I can go through and make edits on the colors.

World of Light

I am happy to say that Black Mage has made his first appearance. Also Stern, it was great having you. Here's a song that I love for you to remember the RP by.

youtube.com/watch?v=WxPOSrrWjJY

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

@Shiva
Sorry, misclick.
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World of Light

Black Mage

Word Count: 1,309, +3 EXP gained!

Level 1: EXP, 3/10

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Trying to muster more strength, the Black Mage would rub his forehead, ridding the wet burden from his cap. Casting one more thunder spell, luck was on his side. He was able to hit some of the undead creatures that are closing on him and his group of fellow survivors. The death of the man he had known as Bill was tragic to many, but Black Mage had never seen a survivor of his caliber, especially given his age. He took a quick moment to examine the situation and went over to the man who looked at him; Leon. Black Mage was carrying something beneath the cloth of his blue robe. It was a red gas canister that was hidden in the old warehouse not too far from the central plaza. He would hand the fluid contained box to the leader, hoping he could put it to some good use so that the young mage can escape and continue his search for his fallen compatriots. He was beginning to lose faith in the group he was trapped with, this horde of undead creatures was overpowering them.

Black Mage had not been infected by any of the “zombies” that had been chasing him and his new and his new group of peers. What an odd name to refer an undead specimen by… Z is not a commonly used letter in the English language, and for something that doesn’t seem to contain ANY spirit, why name it after a nzambi… the little mage thought to himself. He would decline any offering of the mysterious drug “Zombrex”, trying to explain that no matter how “dark” his skin tone was, he was most certainly not ill nor has any infection they had previously mentioned. Any time the man Leon had offered any, he had kindly and quietly shook his head, putting his hands up and shaking them as well.

After very slowly regaining his strength, he takes his required patrol around the police station, as was routine for those involved in the survival. He uses his staff like a cane or a walking stick, propping his tired body straight so that he can walk with more ease. He walks up to a higher level of the police station, and look at the horde that was bundled outside of the station. Ever since he had arrived here, things seemed to be different than the world he used to live in. Back a few moments, he was a hero… A celebrity among those in his home kingdom. Then he was rescued, met with glances of confusion and mystery. No one remembered him anymore. He was irrelevant and felt as though he could connect with anyone. It’s not as though he was upset, he just felt lost, even more than usual. He felt he had a purpose, but now, not so much. Along with that, he had lost power, magical power that had grown as he did.

He quickly shook the dark thought from out of his head, getting back to the mission at hand. Patrolling. Yes, looking for signs of life, help, and exterminating any stray undead foes who may become problematic later. He would clutch his staff in his right hand and be prepared for any unforeseen predicament. He was limited to a measly thunder spell, regardless of how powerful it remained. His body did not have enough energy to mass-produce these spells anymore too, so he found himself often getting exhausted. He would take care of one stray figure in the mass of undead, but besides that, no signs of life. He shot a very weak bolt of lightning at the enemy, frying his brain swiftly and removing the threat. He would leave the body of the zombie (for obvious reasons), then cover his nose with his sleeve to prevent the already doubling putrid smell from completely nauseating himself. He reflected on his power loss, thinking that It’s not that they’re difficult to terminate… It’s just that I can’t do as much as I used to… He felt weak, unable, inassimilable. He couldn’t help but look at the horde that gathered outside of the window and think about how many innocent peoples had been decimated by these foul demons.

He walks the long and lengthy way back down to the lobby, enjoying the once beautiful architect of the long stride of the hall he passed through. Placing his hand against the aged wallpaper, he collected many dust bunnies and cobwebs, obviously from the lack of care in the station. Eventually, he arrives at the top of a flight of spiral stairs and he somewhat skips down them, excited to report the good news to their temporary leader. He arrives at the face of Max Howard and gives a cheerful quiet wave. His voice was intelligent and dark for someone of his physical caliber. “Found one stray undead human Howard. Nothing much else to report.” He fixes his hat, then tips the brim, quickly scampering away. He takes his staff out of under his robe and began to walk away from the current vicinity.

Black Mage hadn’t made great acquaintances with most any of the individuals involved in the police station, used to being forced into situations that involved groups. None of them even knew his formal name, Vivi Orienter. He simply walked over to his usual post and watched the door for any dangerous visitors who may be approaching any time shortly. He rests comfortably on the floor and examines his pockets, which were once filled to the brim with magic and health restoration potions and find that they are now empty. Guess I shoulda’ used them more sparingly… -sigh- He listens to the door for any singular warning sign that might suggest the horde creeping up on this rag-tag group of survivors. Survivors… Yeah, that’s what he was now, a survivor.

He would do some preliminary research on summoning and could for once, confirm that these were not the creations of some hell-spawned necromancer set out on obliterating the world. This was more… natural and carefully administered by nature, or even God himself, if there was one out there. He would have reported the news to the current leader, but he figured to most of the individuals in the area that manners of magic had little to no implications for their daily life. They all used guns and swords, weapons that he himself had been familiar with, having adventurous experiences with the irresponsible Cloud Strife and the tactics he and his compatriots used to save his kingdom a few years back, but for a very few amount of the new faces he knew, magic seemed present in some way or another. He wonders… How would a group of “magical” survivors do? Those who, much like me, rely solely on magic and dark magic?...

While thinking upon matters irrelevant to the surviving situation, Black Mage would take out a small bag of oats he had saved on his adventures. He eats the oats straight on their own as if they were sweet granola that the heavens blessed upon him, but alas, they were merely regular oats. It’s been a while since he had a full meal, given a good amount of hearty food, due to his long adventure followed by being saved by these random people. He wants to be free of this trap, sooner rather than later. Luckily, a small group of rescuers he was completely unaware of would soon be coming to rid of the undead and free the mage from this dark and lonesome prison, where no one knew how to properly interact with one another. Trying to relax to the best of his ability, he would solemnly and quietly rest his tired and extremely weary eyes. Goodnight little blue warrior.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Thanks for the clear up.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@Lonewolf685 Was her transformation to her human form supposed to be obvious to us? The post I place later may rely heavily on that answer.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Lt. Dice Amaro

On Comm. Chat: @Lmpkio@Crimson Raven | Direct interaction with @Lonewolf685

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After the voice of Commander Yashiro blasting through the group intercoms gave the command to engage Terrokeet, Amaro would chuckle in delight, meaning that he was in cheerful mood. He would yet again pop his knuckles, and look at the screen above the battle station he and his troops were being stalled in. Stopping his compact armor pack in midair, he clenches it in his fist. He looks back at his troops and blows another bubble, then stores it in a garbage bin.

"Alright boys and girls, that's the word. Pack your bags and get ready to do this thing!" Grinning his iconic battle smirk, he unloaded his bag, grabbing his Horder. He opens his compact armor pack, similar to an Iron Man MK3 outfit, opening up to fit his body shape, and then condensing around his body. Loading his gun, and looking at his troops, he spoke in a metallic covered tone. Almost none of his soldiers were ready, so he sat, monitoring the group, waiting for them to finish at some point. He would sigh and tap his foot. "Seriously guys? When I was done with my training I could put on a set of heavy armor in under a minute. I'm gonna start timing your asses. Common! I wanna kill that huge ass bird!!!" (Disclaimer, he probably won't. Thought that would be necessary.) He would fire his Horder into the roof, rushing he slow group. Scampering to finish, his group finally managed to put the rest of their gear on. He opens a communication channel with his troops and says, "Stay on comm channel 63b. I'll be on the call." He presses a button on the side of his helmet to open a battle communication with
Commander Akane and the Desk woman Akane.

His voice translates to the HQ where operations were held. "Evening Commander Yashiro. This is Lieutenant Amaro on Comm Channel 3A. My troops are heading out for a tactical take down of the target. We'll attempt to subdue the target, then bring her in. If all goes wrong, we'll go for total brutality. I'll... I'll try my best to 'properly' take down the target this time, and NOT kill it. This is Amaro sending the Missing Eye counter guardian squad. Over."

As his group was rushing out of the bunker, he was dashing ahead of them, obviously anticipating meeting the GMG he had heard so many stories about. He somewhat envied the pilot who got to pilot the first experimental Battle Mech. He would shrug and smirk underneath his helmet. He has a better chance of terminating this nuisance. He would rush to the top of the closest building, scaling it at close to near Mach 1. He soon arrived at the top of the building, looked down at Terrorkeet, waved at her friendly, trying to gain her attention. He would take his helmet off, then point his revolver at Terrokeet. He would use his big boy outside voice. "Hello subject! I am Dice Amaro, lieutenant of the Monster Federation Force. We are pushed to believe that your collateral damage of the city is accidental, and from a curiosity of the human race. BUT, shall you continue this rampage, I will have to put a swift end to your existence. I respectfully request that you stand down, and let us peacefully take you in." He smiles in a demeaning way, that is not obvious, but he makes it clear that he is truthful in both the aspect of killing her, or capturing her. To Amaro.... There was no middle of the road.