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2 yrs ago
Current And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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eddieddi said
Leo isn't a mage, He's a Magitech warrior. Hence the massive war axe/battle scythe with a assault rifle built in to it. He has magic, yes, but he's much more versatile than that. Hell if all else fails he'll just use the mana lance to generate a uber-snowball and turn Raule in to a snowman.


Who mainly uses magic over physical combat if equipment, class, skills, etc. are anything to go by.

Feel free to pull out the mana lance though. Raule will just up application of force in response then.
eddieddi said
Pfft,Leo will probably just snowball him again and just run. or who knows, maybe someone else will!


Pfft. Trying to run from a brawler when you're a squishy mage.
eddieddi said
Well, It depends on which one of 'em he hit. Anyway, Half the point was just to start chaos, its not like getting hit with a snowball is going to make you mad. and anyway Leo's running round like a maniac.Edit; Honestly Leo's not fussed so long as a snowball fight happens. so go for tanking a snowball. Because Tanking snowballs.


No. He's just going to snag him and throw him back in with a, "Hey. This is the guy that started it."
ERode said
Maybe if more posts happen before Asuna/Zombehs does something, Ier-Briar will do his job and tank that snowball. Because of reasons.


No. Ier-Briar is not getting a reason to refer to them as fleshy meatbags.
Raule's about to wreck Leo unless AsunaWolf gets to posting first.
It'll probably get some newcomers in the OOC as well.
Perry awoke to the world of the waking without a trace of drowsiness, blinking once as he reoriented himself. It would appear that the airship had just landed itself, and Perry turned to look out the window to confirm that, yes, it indeed had. The towers of Beacon Academy stood tall in the distance while, closer to, he could see other students disembark the airship. Hopping off the ledge, he landed lightly on the metal floor with nary a sound, his only bag clutched in hand. The comfortable weight of Blast Bicell could be felt on his back, so he was all but ready to depart. Feeling it would be more appropriate here, in this empty hallway, than on the middle of the port Perry decided to stretch a bit. While his mind might not have needed any time after his nap, the same couldn’t be said for his body.

The step outside felt much better after he had taken the time to stretch a bit, working out the kinks that had formed during his brief nap. His scarf was wrapped loosely, but completely so it didn’t drift in the wind and possibly smack others in the face. Still he stepped off to the side and out of the way to drink in the sight of the prestigious Academy. It was much larger in scale than anything he had seen, though that said little given where he was from. Still, once the awe had faded and he had shaken his head to clear it, Perry followed after the rest of the airship’s passengers.
Name: Perry Symund
Race: Human
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: 6’2 and nearly 200lb., though most people wouldn’t guess since his build is fairly lean and thin and his clothes are generally full-body.

Personality: A well-balanced individual, Perry doesn’t feel troubled whether he’s by himself or in the company of others. Level-headed in most situations, he’s attentive and responsive to both the needs of others and situations around him. Though he’s largely independent, Perry isn’t a loner at heart and enjoys helping others if possible. As such, he’s someone who’ll face challenges head on with others at his back rather than playing a supporting role. Though he has no problems with other people, he does enjoy his personal freedom and ability to do as he pleases. While mature enough to not be a rebel, he can become a bit frayed if he’s not allowed to express himself. Also, despite being a people person, Perry is actually a fairly closed individual. He has many acquaintances, but few close friends.

Weapon: Blast Bicell is Perry’s custom Flail-Lance. In it’s storage form, it clips onto a hostler at the back of his waist. Fully extended, the weapon is about seven and a half feet in length. The massive lancehead can be fired outwards with a detonation of Dust, turning it into a projectile. Connected to the handle by a length (25m) of wire, its flight path can somewhat be guided. Once it comes to a stop though, Perry can still utilize the weapon for broad sweeping attacks that devastate Grimm in a wide area around him as the heavy lancehead is used in a fashion similar to a flail, but one with an absurdly long chain. As one would expect, the launch feature is also quite devastating if used on an enemy at close ranges.

Semblance: No Escape. A curse-like Semblance, it can be applied by any extension of Perry’s body; namely his weapon in most cases. Upon realizing on an opponent, a small mark appears, but begins to rapidly fade away, disappearing within a minute at most. Additional uses of his Semblance don't stack, but each application does reset the duration. While in place, the mark prevents Perry and his opponent(s) from moving away from one another, with a minimum threshold of five meters. Once the distance is closed to this, they cannot move further from one another; essentially forcing the two of them into a small arena. It can be horrible disorienting for opponents to experience this for the first time, since they various directions of movement are enabled and cut off at random; which is something Perry is more than willing to abuse and capitalize on.

Strength/Weakness:
+ As someone who strives to become an individual who stands against the Grimm when others run away, it shows in his fighting style. He can take hits, dish out the hurt, and stand tall all while doing so. Head-on combat is where he truly shines, and Perry wouldn’t have it any other way.
+ Despite his fighting style, which has been described as a bit ungraceful, Perry is rather intelligent. While not necessarily booksmart, he is observant, logical, and a thinker. He’s also relatively open-minded and flexible in his thoughts, and thus quite accepting of almost any individual.
+ Hardy, resilient, and tenacious. He had to be in order to survive, and Perry is a survivor at the core, even before his aspiration to become a Hunter. Pain just means he’s still alive, and better keep it that way. Hunger brings purpose, thirst gives him drive, and fatigue is just motivation.
- While he does understand the need for stealth at times, Perry is just rather bad at it. Maybe it’s just he’s too big, or it just goes against his nature, but whatever it is, he’s just not meant to skulk around like others.
- While not necessarily slow, speed is not one of Perry's strong points. Against speedsters, he doesn't have a chance to catch them and if basically reduced to waiting for the perfect time to counter. They'll be able to keep their distance fairly easy, but just because he can't catch them doesn't mean he can't react.
- His Semblance can be somewhat of a double-edged blade. He won't use it against opponents he's obviously outclassed against, but if the situation turns for the worst, Perry is stuck and unable to retreat until his Semblance wears off; he has no way of cancelling its effects.
A bit of carefully applied force can do a job just as well, or better, than overwhelming at times.
Raule grinned as he clasped the man’s hand tightly, nodding in response to the conversation. “You’re graduating this year right? There’s always work out here, you know?” The man was the captain of the guard here, this small forward town/outpost. Despite having a fairly large force for its size, the settlement still had constant trouble protecting itself. Such was a fact of life when one lived on the edge of controlled lands in the Black Gale, so they were more than welcoming to any individual who offered their services. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised before turning to look upwards as a shadow was cast over the pair of them for a moment. “Well that’s my ride.”

The gathered guardsmen and their leader whistled appreciatively at the majestic sight of the griffon’s flight. Though many had seen it over the years, hardened veterans that’d managed to survive whatever the Black Gale had thrown at them, it made the sight no less awe inspiring. “Still can’t get over the fact they send one of these to fetch every student…” He heard the muttering and was inclined to agree. Surely there had to be a less expensive way of transporting students, or hell they could have just made it so students had to find their own way to the Academy. It certainly would root out a few first years who didn’t belong in his opinion. Then again, if one had tamed griffons, why not put them to use? He shrugged at the comment, even if it wasn’t really directed at him. “Have to show the Academy’s awesome and what not I guess.”

“Well it is a good way to do that I suppose,” the guardswoman agreed with a small nod as the creature came to a stop in front of the group, its wings kicking up a cloud of dust that swept over them. Most of the group had already covered their eyes, used to this, but a few of the newcomers this year yelped in surprise as the dust covered them. When it had settled down and cleared, he saw a few of the older guards chuckling at the new recruits’ expense. Shaking his head, he turned and nodded at the captain once more. “I’ll see you in another year then.”
“Aye. We're counting on it.”

With that, he lifted his bag from the ground and approached the griffon. It watched him approach with intelligent eyes and Raule did the same, studying the creature carefully. All pretense of seriousness vanished when he finally reached it and proceeded to wrap his arms around its neck in a quick hug. The griffon squawked in protest, shaking its head rapidly in an effort to dislodge the fifth year. Raule didn’t so much budge an inch from the ground though, and the griffon quickly released what might have been a sigh had it been humanoid. Its “displeasure” was quickly mollified though when Raule freed a pouch of jerky from his bag and dangled it in front of the griffon.

Some chuckles told him that the watching guards still found his odd display of affection amusing, but Raule just ignored them. Bah. They didn’t understand it was quite something, for Raule at the least, that the same griffon found him for the past five years. He constantly travelled after all, but the griffon had managed to find him all the same, even at times when he was on the road. It might have been magically directed to, but Raule didn’t doubt that he was one of the more troublesome attendees to locate. So he appreciated the obvious intelligent creature’s efforts. With a final wave at his gathered colleagues and acquaintances, before he hopped onto the griffon’s back with practiced ease. “Let’s go.”
The outpost shrunk at an astounding pace as the griffon kicked off the ground and threw itself into the air. While someone less accustomed to the method of travel would have indoubtly been thrown off with the sudden acceleration, Raule simply bore it without complaint. He had gotten used to it after the third year, when this particular creature figured it had given Raule enough time to get used to the sensation. As they levelled out in the air, Raule took a moment to look down below. The lands were flying past at a swift speed as the griffon pushed itself to max speed, knowing its passenger was unbothered. He grew bored of that fairly quickly, and patted the griffon’s neck to grab its attention. “I’M TAKING A NAP,” he had to roar to be heard over the whipping winds given the speed they were going, but he was sure the griffon had heard, its attempted expression of exasperation was clear enough.

While others would have probably thought it suicidal, Raule didn’t think twice of it. There was nothing interesting about the flight to the Academy, nothing that five years hadn’t dulled. Given his location, the flight would also undoubtly take at least an hour, even at top speed. And if he did manage to fall, well he had faith the griffon would save its charge. Or failing that, he’d at least wake up and be able to half-ass some landing strategy of his own.
Raule awoke not to the wind whipping at his face as he plummeted to his untimely death, but to the hard stone of the ground. Groaning slightly at the abrupt awakening, the effects of last night’s party having crept back during his nap, Raule gave the griffon a pointed glare. Which it completely ignored with a huff as it stood tall, proud and majestic at delivering its charge without issue. Grumbling a bit as he fought off the last traces of drowsiness, he picked himself up and grabbed his bag from the griffon’s back. Before he walked away, he knelt and placed the pouch of jerky at the griffon’s feet. “There ya go.”
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