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Tournament Round 2: StrategySTRATEGY / PREPARATION
It would only take one of the greater viruses to find the academy before the entire student population could be wiped out. He could guarantee that, and the thought sent a cold chill through his body. The friends he’d made, the innocent acquaintances, even the enemies would perish. He didn’t want to wish that death on anyone, no matter how they’d treated him.
He thought, at least.
The idea had passed through his mind more times than he was willing to admit. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see himself wiping out the entire population of the academy. Did friends really matter? Should enemies? Did any life matter to a virus that only existed to reproduce? If he could have nightmares, they would be of spawning new viruses from the bodies of those he loved.
Instead, those images passed through his mind in his waking hours. Intruding. He didn’t want those images, of broken bodies yielding a new, glowi
Tournament Round 2: FightFIGHT
Storm clouds had gathered overhead on the eve of his match. The virus narrowed his eyes through a light rain. Wet sand couldn’t be manipulated into a sandstorm, could it? No, it would clump, and the very heart of a sandstorm required dry weather. He should have trusted his instincts when he first noticed the rain-scent on the wind. It didn’t damper his spirits, however -- a storm was something he could work with.
Well, well, he thought, holding his hands out to enjoy the feel of rain sprinkling against his skin. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. A liquid-soaked battlefield will be easy to electrocute, and I won’t even have to do any work.
A whisper of warning drifted from the back of his mind. Careful. It’s never that easy.
As the virus stepped out onto the battlefield, his feet pressed into the soft, wet sand. He felt the urge to make use of that -- electricity traveling through the wet sand would easily find its oppo
No virus was born without death and blood. This was why he'd always hate Morpheus -- no progeny of his, no kin, would ever be born without a reminder of their destiny.
A man had walked home with no care in the world, never thinking he could become one of those statistics. People weren't truly dumped in ditches, were they? But there he was, sprawled in the mud and the grime, unmoving. The man was no more than a body now, a lump of flesh with no identity. The creature that stood over the body didn't care about wallets or the IDs that could be found inside them. People had no humanity to creatures like him. They may as well have been cattle.
Puffy, gray flesh rolled from movement within. A person looking down into the ditch might have assumed that the body had somehow found life again. A miracle, they'd say! It was a miracle, somehow this poor man's soul had made it back into his bedraggled body. Ironically, life had found itself back inside, though not wha
Tournament, Round 2: The Bulletin BoardA hot, dusty wind rushed over the campus, stirring the sand in the tournament amphitheater. A group of students lingered near a bulletin board with the tournament's results posted on it. The yellowed paper had been pinned to the foam with Helmy's careful writing on it. Each student could find their name with their current record, as well as their next matchup.
Glitch lingered near the back of the crowd, watching people approach the bulletin, scan the list for their name, and walk away with an assortment of expressions on their faces. Some people looked relieved -- they had won their previous match, and felt like they could win their next with ease. Others stared in horror at their new opponent's name, realizing their imminent demise. He could certainly understand that; in the first match, some opponents had made it quite clear how formidable they could be. He could only wonder what the others would have thought of his performance -- there had been enough people in the stands for his ac
Tournament, Round 1A small green and black virus lingered near the entrance to the tournament amphitheater, listening to the sounds of the previous round. One of the shadowmancy students was fighting a living statue, which must have been an interesting fight. From his vantage point, he couldn't see anything, not when he waited down here, thinking about his own round.
He would be fighting Elijah. He hadn't had much interaction with the kid, but he was a few levels lower than him (or maybe one level? He wasn't all that sure) with a shapeshifting ability to turn into a chimera. From his understanding, his opponent had taken a plethora of first year classes, but hadn't moved any further than that.
That gave him a significant amount of information. For someone passing only first year classes, it wasn't likely that they knew any complex magic or dangerous abilities. Sure, turning into a beast was formidable, but Glitch had dealt with animals before, and they were all alike. Mammals, especially, as it seemed li
Cloak BabiesGlitch- I like curiosity! Let's go put laundry detergent in the fountain!
Steph- And throw handfuls of soapy water at people? Or blow giant bubbles and see if they freeze? Or <lists off other stupid mostly harmless ideas>??
Glitch- Let's steal ALL THE PANTIES and put them on display on a wire in the courtyard!
Steph- Oh! From who? Where? I think we should put them in some teacher classrooms instead. *grin grin*
Glitch- All of them. Every single one. From everyone! And in the teacher classrooms? Let's put them in Razik's room.
Steph- Why not Professor Helmy's room? We should get Professor Ignatia's panties, I feel like that would be a good idea!
Glitch- We should get all the panties, not just SOME of the panties! Getting some is not fun at all. So we'll start with Professor Ignatia's panties, then?
Steph- Why isn't getting some not fun? I think we should only get some, and relocate others, that way some people have other peop
StargazingRazik- I do tend to be a bit moist, as it's a... Kelpie thing... *stares* *confused, hesitant* ...maybe? *he walked into that joke and he knows it whoops*
Glitch- ...hahahaha. Moist. *he clapsed his hands together and narrowed his eyes in amusement at the other and just STARED for a couple of uncomfortable seconds* *grinning* *like a smug little shit*
Razik- *is relieved that he's not being touched* *relieved and possibly aroused* *smiles oh so nervously* Yes. Moist. *if he's quiet and still maybe he will just be allowed peace*
Glitch- So! How's my favorite teacher? What have you been up to lately~? <3 I haven't had the pleasure. Of seeing you lately, of course, been a little busy... *avoiding a certain offspring he didn't ask for, but whatever*
Razik- I am the same as always. *smilesmile* How are you? It is understandable to be busy, the beginning of the term can be a bit hectic... Though I myself have spent more time adventuring about than anythi
Tournament: Nothing is something worth doingThe academy's deep freeze had abandoned the students for this quarter, giving them the short length to enjoy a temperate landscape. The forests to the north and east flourished with new vegetation, and the once curiously absent insects had taken the campus by storm. Flies buzzed around, drawn in by the scent of blood and gore, as there was no doubt that summer meant no excuse from horror. In fact, there was a wretched devolution, as at least dead bodies didn't smell atrocious in the winter, right? Less atrocious, perhaps.
Blood would be spilled this quarter, and the green- and black-skinned virus contemplated this. He hadn't been around for the first tournament, as it'd already been long past by the time he found the academy nearly five quarters ago. There were stories from those days, though, of what had happened when students paired up against each other. Friends had turned on each other, enemies had re-forge the reasons they hated each other, and the blood had run thick
ELM 304: What's that? An obvious answer?The look on Bailey's face really hadn't changed much from ten seconds ago, but there was a flicker of disappointment at the teacher's laziness. Of course, his own track record could be the reason for that, but asking a third year student what the class was when it was so clearly written in the course catalog seemed like a worthless exercise. A waste of time. Bailey was more jaded than ever, though, so maybe it was just his perspective on life. His family had fallen apart, and he was somewhat worried about the state of his younger brother and father in the alternate room, but there wasn't much he could do about it but worry. Still, in his own special way, it'd made him a lot more short-tempered. Perhaps because life was such a disappointment now.
The shadowmancer didn't say anything at the professor's assignment, though. He simply leaned down and removed something small from his shadow, a simple bound book of all the academy courses. Without a word, and without a change in his bla
Power of an EmperorMyric knew he had failed.
His men lay dead around him, by the tens of thousands. On the floor in front of him lay his unconscious wife, cut and bloodied by the enemy. Surrounding him billions of Draken soldiers stood. They roared in triumph.
The sinister forms of the Draken commanders surrounded them. The sleek form of Toxin stood laughing licking the horrific poisons on her knives, next to her stood Decapitator, his ancient sword laying at rest, his quiet form ever ready. These two were also backed by the forms of Ravager, his claws outstretched and waiting for the order to kill, and the Soul Monarch, the massive giant standing at the for.
”So little Angel. You have finally fallen, we will be kind and give your wife a quick death, but for you... I’m afraid our master wants a chat” its booming voice echoing an drowning out the cries of the Draken around him.
Myric knelt over Duneyers form, he had tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them, his so
DotW RP: Tamarack Meets Venuseto-nyan
It was early in the morning when Venus woke to make her morning rounds. It'd been years since she was apart of a pack, so she still had trouble adjusting to pack life. Her feet tread softly on the soft soil of the den, her eyes roaming over the breathing sleeping bodies of her den mates before she padded out to watch the sunrise. Since the den was at the top of a hill overlooking the sloping valley below, it was the optimum place to watch the day begin. "So yet another day begins..." She sighed quietly to herself before laying down and watching the vivid orange sky fade to pale blue.
Tamarack awoke soundlessly, her eyes blinking open slowly one at a time. She didn't dream that night, so it seemed she had fallen asleep one moment and woke up the next. She stretched out her tiny stubby legs and yawned greatly, curling her small pink tongue before bouncing out of the den, stick poking oddly from her square jaws. She caught a glimpse of a new wol
Los viajes Huzan 2 capitulo 28La batalla entre Cherry y Vívi continúa. Vívi ha derrotado al Exploud de Cherry, y justamente en ese momento, Butamaru evoluciona a Emboar Pero ahora la líder de gimnasio ha sacado a su Lopunny, el cual parece ser su mejor pokemon, y al mismo tiempo, las energías de Vívi comienzan a ceder dada la arena de combate.
VS. CHERRY (Parte 3)
Juez: Batalla 3: Lopunny vs. Emboar. ¡Comiencen!
Vívi: ¡Muy bien, Butamaru vamos a mostrarle tu nuevo poder evolutivo. ¡Usa empujón!
Cherry: *bailando* ¡Vamos, vamos, vamos! ¡Patada de salto ya, Lopunny!
A gran velocidad, Lopunny conecta una feroz patada a Butamaru, evitando que se mueva.
Cherry: El que tu pokemon evolucionase no es garantía de que vaya a derrotar a mi Lopunny.
Vívi: ¡Ya veremos! *bailando* ¡Vamos, Butamaru, usa lanzallamas!
Cherry: ¡Bailar no es suficiente para dar energías! ¡Usa bote!
Violate part 11 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 11 (Sherlock’s POV):
“First of all, we would like to inform you that no one has contacted us and told us anything useful regarding the girl’s past,” Lestrade said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. Sherlock internally rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. Why so formal all of the sudden?
“…This means we can’t bring her back to her biological parents, which makes adoption the only option here,” Lestrade continued. John’s hands were slightly shaking, Sherlock noticed. They looked sweaty as well, judged by the shiny reflection of the skin. Violet did not seem to notice though, as she kept examine them, carefully touching them with one finger at the time.
“We have received several files from foster homes who would be interested in her, people who are experienced and who seem absolutely ideal for the job of taking good care of her.”
The police officer looked at Sherlock, who frowned. Was he no
War of the Emblem: Ylissean Character WIP
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye color: Blue
Alexander is the prince of Ylisse, and is next in line to become the Exalt. He grew up listening to the tales of his Great Grandfather Chrom, whom became the source of inspiration on how to be a great leader for the Halidom of Ylisse. His mark of the exalt was branded on his right hand, which symbolizes his bloodline to the royal family. He learned sword fighting and politics from his father Antares training with his childhood friend Toan, and also made friends with the Western Khan’s daughter Lenoura from Regna Ferox. He wields the Parallel Falchion, the legendary blade, passed down through the generations of the royal family.
Staying committed to his responsibilities as the captain of the Shepards, he was successful in driving out any group of bandits that threatened the kingdom’s villages. His speeches would always bring hope to the people as they listened. He would alwa
Where The Journey Really Begins.The room shook, the hourglasses trembling madly as the shelves were rocked. Time had never felt such a quake as this. He ran forward, trying to steady the shelf. Seven hourglasses had already run out on the top, but four were still hanging on, one being more empty then the other three.
The quake stopped as suddenly as it had began, and Time relaxed a bit. He carefully backed away, unaware of the oncoming catastrophe about to take place. One of the three hourglasses that were dying, had rattled to the edge of the shelf. He did not know this.
Thinking the tremor was over, he turned away to go back to his studies. Time was wrong. The wooden room shook once more, and the hour glass suddenly fell. Time whirled around, only to see the hourglass hit the floor and shatter.
"No!!" he cried, racing up to it. But it was to late. The sands had slipped through the cracks in the old wood floor, and he got down to see them plummeting into the black abyss.
Time shook his head slowly. The tremor had st
La brune regardait la blonde discuter avec les autres membres du groupe. Elle avait encore du mal à assimiler qu'elle s'était émanciper du corps de Salia. Il faut dire que cela faisait que quelques heures. Cela lui ouvrait tellement de possibilités maintenant. Elle allait pouvoir se venger ! A cette idée, un sourire froid s'afficha sur les lèvres de Junon.
ScarsSarah felt completely self-conscious of herself trying on such a revealing dress. "Yeah I am not wearing this to the ball.." Sarah spun around once in front of the three-way mirror. The dress was cut above the knees and had no back nor sleeves to it.
Her roommate and bestfriend Nyx, let out a feral growl, her pointed cat ears went up and down. "Why Sarah? Blue is your color, brings out those eyes of yours." Nyx gave her sharp tooth grin, a uncommon thing to see a sphinx do, but she was a bit of an odd ball to her colony after all.
Sarah let out a sigh,"It's not that... You can see all my scars in this dress..."
Her body was littered with markings from past battles with both Angels and Demons, hell even by other fellow Knights during training sessions or from other reasons. Her newest additions to her 'collection' was from being dismembered.
She is still haunted from that ordeal of being restrained by the containment seal and slowly having her limbs cut from her by Protocols.
Roleplay: Meeting a Mysterious Mermaid
While Alex relaxed by a fountain in the courtyard, she didn't notice the tendrils of multicolored smoke that had appeared in the wind until the source was a few feet in front of her face. The blue haired girl standing in front of Alex was grinning and pointing excitedly at the mermaid's tail laying in the fountain water.
Alex jumped a bit, her tail did a little splash even. She looks at the blue haired girl and smiles. "Hello." She waves her hand at her and also waves so the smoke clears away.
"Duuude, you’re a mermaid!" the girl breathes, smoke seeping out of mouth. "Believe me man, I know lots about mermaids. Aren't they the ones that sing to sailors and then eat them or something?"
She giggled and moved her tail closer to the girl. "Yeah, there are some that do. I love tricking sailors, but I don’t eat them."
The awestruck girl silently admires Alex's tail before turning to look the mermaid in the eyes. "I'm Colleen by t
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