Zelosse

Re: Zero: The High Council

Belrigger assumed the course of events would revolve around speed. That had been Ashtons greatest advantage and perhaps his most damaging weakness against an opponent with more experience, something you simply could not teach no matter how good a student. The tactics weren't entirely obvious but the Master was a veteran of thousands of battles, wielded a hundred kinds of weapons, and bested nearly every enemy he had ever encountered.
When Ashton stepped forward, the game was on in earnest.

Lunging to his left as Ashton twitched, the very moment before he flash stepped, Belrigger stretched his arm out wide to the left and felt the satisfying thud of the prodigal child slamming himself into the appendage. Flash step was useful to get a surprise but while stepping you were vulnerable, your body could never react to the sheer force of movement and that meant few opponents could strike effectively against it.
You had to know where they would be, if you hoped to avoid or counter the lightning quick move.

The blow was weak, more Asthons momentum dealing damage than Belriggers arm, but it had cancelled any followup they had as Belrigger brought the golden sword down in a whistling arc that would cut the lad clean in half. They could dodge it, back away, and try again, but it would be a gamble for both of them.
Bel had been lucky the boy went left. Had he gone right, they would have had a clean hit on his unprotected flank.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Belrigger struggled to keep up with Asthons overwhelming speed advantage and shifted focus from assault to clear defense in short order, anticipating the boys assault from behind rather than a frontal one, and met the blades woth his forearms crossed over his chest. The kick was not so much avoided as it had fallen short by a hairs length to harmlessly ruffle his silk shirt.
Belriggers lips turned to a Mirthless smile. Bare handed against Asthon was a futile fight, eventually it would be Bels loss. A single glance at the shallow cut on his forearm was a clear indication of it.

Rising to his full height, he raised his hand in Mithrils direction and motioned with his fingers. "Bring it to me."

The fight was temporarily delayed as Mithril approached the Master while carrying a heavy and polished wooden case, long and smooth with gold filagree worked into the surface. Hesitantly, he opened the case and Belrigger took up the last of his prizes. The sword gave off a frightening chill as it left the protective case, Belriggers smile widened as he listened to horrible new thoughts invading his mind, thoughts he had been ignoring for many years. All brought to life as he held a weapon for the first time in what felt like centuries.

Ignoring the etiquette of a proper duel, Belrigger came on strong with a heavy downward swing but arrested the momentum as it reached chest level, suddenly seinging to the right and back, preparing a thrust.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Belrigger tapped his fingers on the marble table as he digested the words. Surely everything said just now was a fanciful delusion or some other folly of a lie to lure him from hiding but there was a nagging doubt in his usual confident demeanor. A child brought from the heavens.. Could they be trusted to speak truth when it did not suit them? Surely the attempt at a lie was expected, and the guards poised at every way out were nothing compared to the boys skill.
Skill that Belrigger had trusted himself to give, freely.

"I will not presume to say i understand. It has been a long time since there was a cause that could rouse me from my place. My people. My home. All that you see is all there is left, and you will put your faith in the testament of a curse you cannot explain."

Rising from his seat as he stretched his arms and neck, Belrigger descended the stairs with heavy footfalls. Unarmored, unarmed, and unquestionably dangerous, he took to the floor just a few feet from Asthon and stared down at the boy with a mixture of pride and shame, as to what was uncertain.

"Every emotion you feel is a candle guttering in the wind when compared to my shame. Ths city abandoned me, Asthon. It took what I held with honor and dragged it through the mud, erased my deeds, and destroyed my name. Fighting for what you believe.." He almost spat those words, such eas his apparent disgust. "You have at least earned a warriors chance."

This city could burn to cinders and Belrigger, former Knight Captain, wouldn't have even bothered to piss on its ashes. The rulers and nobles were corrupted and dishonorable, destined to destroy their own holdings through arrogance. But his heart would not allow the idea of witches doing the job for them. Against such a foe, the Master of the Arena would die in defiance before facing his final judgement.
It would take a stronger leader than him to save this city.

"You will be rememberer, Ashton Brooks. Your name will be carved in the hearts and minds of every person who witnessed your defeat today."

Charging ahead, Belrigger bellowed a warcry as he rushed to crush the boys skull with a heavy right, coming in with a furious uppercut from his left. The strikes were devilishly fast for a man of his size as he threw an endless wave of strikes to test Ashtons defense.

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

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Daizos reflection staree back at him in the mirror. Hair uncombed, skin pale, eyes sunken into his face like black orbs of endless night. The only thing that stood out were the red of his eyes staring back in disappointment. Against the odds he had gotten in and proved he had the makings of a hero but it felt like a lie. It was hollow and fake, like himself.

The knock at the bathroom door broke his concentration as he mumbled for them to come in, and despite his mood cracked a smile for his mothers shining face. She was in her late forties with graying hair and wrinkled cheeks but time hadn't robbed her of that infectious positivity she and her husband had.

"Ohh, my little raven. You look so handsome today! Mommy made you a special lunch yo celebrate the big day and- and-." There were tears in her eyes as she shuffled forward to wrap Daizo in a big hug. "My baby is going away! You'll call every day right? You'll eat healthy? I'll make sure to send you fresh food since I know its hard for you sometimes." Elissa wiped away her tears but refused to surrender her smile.

Daizo could only smile and nod. "Yeah Mom. I'll take care of myself.. You know I cant stay still for long.." his words sounded empty even to him but Elissa, bless her heart, saw through the emotions behind them and only squeezed tighter. "Just leaving for a few months, Mom. No need to be so cling- EEP!" She pinched his neck and gave a soft laugh at his high pitch as Daizo squirmed and flushed his face beet red. "Maaaaa. I have to go! I love you, ok? I'll.. be safe. I'll be kind.. I'll make you proud." Now it was his turn to tear up a little as they broke the embrace, Elissa holding him at arms length. "My sweet Raven could never do anything else!"

Daizo swept her up in another big hug, lifting her clear off the ground for a moment as he pulled her close. Mom never failed to put purpose back in his heart when the tank ran empty.
The two went about their tasks as he prepared, putting on his uniform and combing his hair, brushing teeth, and grabbing his two most prized possessions: The notebook containing every poetic scrap he had ever written, and the prickly cactus that was the only plant he knew that could survive through his care.

At the door he hugged his mother one last time and marched off to the waiting taxi, determined to continue overcoming his own quirk.

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The gates of UA were packed with protesters, screaming their fears to the whole town, but Daizo largely ignored them. His quirk wasn't fancy or flashy so you could never know who was using one like his. Gliding past the front gate with slow shuffling steps he recited his poetic verses in a whisper as he passed, the negative emotiond it sparked in people was a miasma of invisible force dancing among protesters as they briefly ceased their shouting to grasp their signs tighter and whispwr their own tragedies. By the time anyone realized why he was gone, flashing his ID at the gate and mustering at with the others.

The first thing he noticed was the cactus. A massive one. It moved, talked, it even went to pet the dog person! Moving.. uncomfortably close to Seri, Daizo was looking between his own cactus, labeled 'stubs', and Seri with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"Stubs! You've got family!" He whispered excitedly, having talked to his only friend so long he didnt even realize he talked out loud anymore.

Winx Club Universe 2 RP (Open)

What? I made a character for your RP and intended to play them with all seriousness. The very fact that you are attempting to silence me and my attempt at making a strong female role model is nothing short of a sexist attack on all women. Furthermore.




That is your very first post in your OOC. No information given on how you want me to submit my sheets. What did you expect me to do, mate, read your mind? Please understand that if you would like me to continue with my interest in your roleplay I expect civility and understanding from you instead of blatant threats. Please conduct yourself in a manner befitting a gentleman.

Winx Club Universe 2 RP (Open)

If you have any qUwUestions just let me know!

Winx Club Universe 2 RP (Open)

I put my CS in the character tab and told them to do it too. Hope its ok ^^

Winx Club Universe 2 RP (Open)

I don't understand. My friend can't join the RP with me too?

The Occult Investigations Agency

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Wendigo hovered close to its handler Devora, moving about on all fours to avoid hitting the ceiling with its considerable bulk. The dozens of bloody symbols tempted the creature to reach out and taste the succulent red but ignored that baser impulse in favor of further protecting Devora. Its curiosity would have to wait. Lacking the investigative skills the others possessed it bent its every effort to watching corners and hallways for signs of hostility. Every shadow was an enemy, every doorway was a threat, and every being in the room could mean doom for Devora and thus Wendigo by extension. Even as a slave, a pet, however they called it, it would live on and fulfill a purpose.
Even if that purpose was to die for a human whos kind had burned its grove and corrupted its soil, thus its soul.

Purpose.

The stairway was cramped and pitch black but Wendigo showed no concern for itself, snuffing out the light with a grasping hand. The forest cared nothing for lights and darkness was the time of predators. Now was surely no different. Unable to lead the way, Wendy followed along in the center of the group till they hit the basement floor. Something foul was in the air. It was a horrible stench like rot but unfathomable to its sensibilities, at first believing it to be the smell from above. When Serene moved the staircase before it could, it pounced on the opening to fill the frame with its considerable bulk and act as the bulwark between the group and the others. If something meant to strike it would be now and its armor of petrified wood and bone would see it through any meager assault. Protect Devora.