Zombehs

Fablemaiden: a Magical Girl RP

Might drop a bit of interest in here for a Tuxedo Mask sort. Maybe...

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Don't suppose I'd be able to slip in?

Protagonist Drop - You Are The Main Character

Huh.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

He glanced away from the screen at the greeting and nodded politely before he replied. “Hello Chris.” Zar seemed to explain things well enough and she’d actually been here so Raule left her to it and refocused his attention to the thousand plus cameras. It didn’t last for long though as her last comment caused him to look back up, and he reclined against the seat before asking, “Planning to abandon me for some cute lower year?” It was playful given that the two of them weren’t officially partners. That aside, it was more often him than her who had spent time with the first and second years making sure they didn’t get themselves killed the previous year. Before she could reply, Raule’s eyes were already back on the screen and he winced as he just caught the decisive end of a battle. He didn’t recognize her opponent, but Dagny was someone who he knew the name of; if only because of the danger she’d pose in a fight even if she was younger. ‘Bad luck kiddo,’ he thought as he spared a glance at the fallen draconic looking student before he shifted cameras again. Even for himself, victory in the situation would have been difficult, probably almost impossible if Dagny decided to transform into her true form. As Zar had pointed out though, it seemed like the majority of students weren’t that hot-blooded and seemed reluctant to simply come to blows. Bit boring for those that had the job of monitoring the situation, but also good as it meant there was little to do. For Raule, he thought that it was a fairly good sign. While being decisive was no doubt needed to survive, recklessness and a lack of thinking would get the prospective students killed faster than any indecision. @Kidd @Exodus

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

“Ah…” It made sense and as he actually took the time to focus on some of the students below, he did notice that the sheets of papers clutched in the hands of the lower years had numbers; some were written finely while others looked like messy scribbles. “Fairly good. Cleaned up a few messes in the surrounding areas, got into a fight with the griffon again. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Before he could say much else though, the show seemed to be on its way as a voice filled the room once more and drowned out the students. He didn’t pay much attention to the witch’s words, given how they were basically said for the sake of theatrics. Instead he eyed the vast number of boxes holding the lower years and sighed in annoyance, having no doubt that responsibility was about to be foisted upon them to make sure things didn’t go too far. Unsurprisingly, the Headmaster’s voice rang out almost immediately after that to inform the fifth years of their duty. With a soft sigh, Raule fell back into the seat behind him and set his baggage onto his lap. A few moments rummaging through it and pulled out his holopad and fired it up. Connection proved easy enough and in a matter of seconds he had over a thousand views at his fingertips. A few random taps filled his screen with the image from inside cubes where absolutely nothing outside his expectations was happening. Some introduced themselves as more level headed individuals, others had already drawn blood, and a few directed their thoughts of the situation to the white walls uselessly. He carefully scratched his head with sharpened claws as he returned the screen to the complete view of all the boxes, on the look out for anything that would require his intervention. "Glory to the fifth years, eh?" He muttered to no one in particular as he glanced at a box that housed a petite girl with a towering orc. 'That might be messy,' was his thought before he flicked to another box. @Kidd

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

“Yeah, yeah you big baby.” Raule ducked under the violent jab the griffon made at his condescending tone of voice, and proceeded to slap its head away from himself. An indignant cry was had when it turned around to face him and he sighed before he dug unslung the pack from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground. The fact that he was busy digging through his bag for some treats for his damned mount, as it might as well have been his since two years ago; Raule was fairly sure it didn’t ferry anybody else, while the Headmaster was giving his speech was not lost on him. Finally, after a bit of rearranging and shuffling of his belongings he pulled a string-tied bag out and tossed it at that griffon. The bag of dried meat smacked it right in the face and it squawked indignantly once more, but Raule was already scrambling away with his belongings in his arms. His parting words might have been heard had the campus not been basically deserted as students crammed into the main hall. While he could have easily kicked the main hall’s doors in to announce his arrival, such a thing wasn’t Raule’s style. It did sound like a bit of a ruckus was going on inside so he might have been able to slip himself in without being noticed, So in the end that was what he settled on and the doors were opened with narily a creak. At least one that was audible over the din of talk and conversation as reactions to whatever the Headmaster had decided to do were vocalized. Given the distinct lack of any commotion in the rows closest to him, he presumed that the fifth years had not been exposed to whatever shenanigans were taking place. A familiar face was rather easy to find thanks to her rather distinctive style of dress. Even as he eyed the lower rows where each student seemed to have been given a sheet of paper with a number written on it, he made his way over towards Zar. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on the back of her chair and leaned slightly forward so that when he looked down it was from directly over her. “Sup?” he asked rather casually towards the angry-looking lady, an expression he’d come to recognize as simply her default. Though it was a single word, he meant two things with it; both how she was, and exactly what was happening right now. @Kidd

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

“Time is now 12 hours. It is highly suggested to return.” The monotonous voice of a glowing orb somehow managed to pierce through the chaotic sounds of the battle in the underground cavern. A messy brawl would have been more accurate to describe the situation though as a lone figure stood tall amongst the horde of creatures that sought to dog pile him. All manners of cries from high-pitched screeches to deep rumbling roars filled the air as the approached, but Raule responded only with the sound of his blows as they pulped his enemies. “Suggestion noted,” he muttered rather sardonically as he tore half a dozen infested in half with a kick. 'These things are fucking persistent,’ he thought bitterly as the halves twitched violently even as he charged past them and tore into the remaining horde. At least they were fragile, far more so than they had been in life, and the sheer force behind his strikes were enough to shred the infected to pieces. The spores that drifted from their torn bodies found no purchase on Raule either, the Void eradicating any trace that so much as tried to worm its way into his body. A wave of all-consuming blackness radiated out from him and dozens stumbled back as the Void erased the surface traces of the infection. And then the world was lit aflame, the dead material lighting up easily as firebombs detonated all around him. The noise changed to panicked cries as the infected instinctively fled from the cleansing flames, and Raule stood amidst the charred corpses unperturbed by the smoke filling his lungs with a thoughtful look. In the end he had chosen to pursue the infection deeper and to its source. It was more tedious than difficult as the main danger these creatures posed was completely ineffective against him. Their numbers made progress a slow crawl as he was literally forced to rip through thousands of bodies, flinging parts and mutilating the infected like some mad blender. At times he fought while his eyesight was clouded by smoke and fires danced him at every moment, so thick was the ground with infected that they would have bogged him down had he not burned them. It was literally the worst grind he had to deal with in all his years at the Academy and this wasn’t even something that had been forced onto him by the school. No, it was just something he’d come across while waiting for his final year to start. So it was with some vengeful satisfaction that he watched the wall of tendrils blast apart when an explosive crammed infected slammed into it like a projectile. As the plants withered and fell to the ground he climbed through and winced at the spore filled air. It was little more than an annoyance, but at this moment Raule had fairly little patience for anything. The bright vine wrapped core pulsed brightly as he came into contact with the spores, the infection vectors disappearing the moment they touched him. Evidently it realized the foreign presence had reached it and the chamber seemed to shudder as vines began to uncoil from the very floor. “Oh hell no you don’t,” he muttered as he grasped what was left of the explosives he’d been provided and hurled it straight at the infection’s source. Perhaps a bit overkill, given there was still enough inside to apparently immolate an entire high-rise, but as mentioned, Raule wasn’t in a very “give a shit” mood. He bolted the moment the projectile was out of his hands which proved to be a very good idea as he didn’t quite manage to hop the remains of the gate that had protected the core’s chamber. More of the blast threw him right out and he hit the ground hard, tumbling to a halt after a few moments. He didn’t even need to turn around to understand a fire storm was raging on behind him as the heat and light made that quite clear enough. “Really?” The word was spoken with a sense of disbelief and annoyance as he felt the ground tremble under his feet and a bit of dust rain upon him from above. Apparently with the core’s death and its system of vines, its entire lair was about to destabilize. “Fuck me,” he muttered before he began to bolt for the surface, the Watcher’s soft glow illuminating his path for him. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Good to see you made it out. Thought things were looking bad when we started getting some heavy seismic readings.” Raule paused in trying to catch his breath as he looked up into the man’s eyes before looking back away and taking a few more deep breaths. “Yeah… thought the whole damn thing… was going to collapse on my head.” He took a final deep breath before he straightened his posture and met the man’s gaze. “Anyways, things should calm down now. There’s probably still a number of infected, but if they should die off on their own in a few days or so without the core to maintain them.” "We appreciate the effort you put in. It was bad enough trying to contain them, can’t imagine how we would have cleaned out the lair on our own.” “Well it’s my job as much as it is yours.” The words seemed to sit well with the man and he cracked a smile as he nodded. “Good words kid. You sure you don’t want to stick around, I’m sure nobody’s got an issue with that after what you pulled off.” To that Raule had to shake his head. “Academy wants its fifth years back by now. There’s probably a griffon flying around up there wondering why it can’t find its passenger. Makes them terribly sad and disappointed.” The man seemed to chuckle at the imagery before he held out a hand. “In that case, it’s been a real pleasure to have you around. Hopefully we’ll meet again.” “Indeed Major. Farewell for now.” He gave the officer a firm handshake, slipping off his clawed gloves to do so before he turned to the east where the Academy lay. Refitting the piece of equipment, he gave some of the gathered soldiers a wave before he kicked himself into a full run. The buildings blurred past him as he accelerated towards max speed, fully aware of the massive wall that surrounded the entire complex. The ground cracked and fragmented under his feet when he pushed off it, and he just barely managed to clear the fortification; his claws actually carved small furrows in the material with a shower of sparks. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Surprisingly, his run to the Academy came to a halt only a few kilometers away from the military base. A loud cry from above had him skid to a stop, leaving a small trail of ripped up earth, and he looked up expectantly. Unsurprisingly, his expectations proved correct as he saw the griffon dive bomb towards him. It was a bit hard to tell, but the creature might have looked a bit angry. “Well damn…” he muttered as he braced for impact.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Everything past the second horizontal line is just Jedly being Jedly. You can just ignore it if you don't give a shit about Varren.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Just make it a tattoo or some marking physically and magically etched onto Amon.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

I imagine it would be preferred that characters found someone in their year so switches don't have to occur later on when one or the other graduates, but with the large death rate of third and fourth years, different year partners are probably inevitable in for the older students.