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Beacon Academy / Re: Starting a rebellion [RBLS]
« on: September 22, 2018, 02:10:48 AM »
Unbelievable. Halfway through the year, and they had to transfer teams already. All the progress Reginald had made in working with them was now gone. Granted, most would say that there hadn't been much progress at all. The royal shitstain hadn't quite made  any friends here - Shiroe was the closest thing he had in that regard. Reginald mulled over all of this and more as he walked down the hallway towards the team's dorm room - what were they again? Team rabble? Something like that.

But two new team members could put a wrench in things even more, especially with how closely Silica had been following his actions and relationships with the other students. He could only hope that they would meet his standards, and not be scum. You know, scum like him.

Hell, he hoped they would be better than his old team anyway. It was no secret that Reginald despised team MARS's old leader - a commoner! Shiroe was much more befitting of such a role. And with any luck, the others would-

Reginald had made it to the dorm by now and opened the door. He stood in the doorway for a moment in stunned silence.

He hadn't really checked who his new teammates actually were.

"...No."

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Whiff. Good start on the whole 'pure brawn thing'. Plus, there appeared to have been one factor Rufus had forgotten to take into account - her weapon was also a fucking mace. Freezing it probably made it heavier, if anything, which Rufus soon got to experience as it slammed into him, sending him into the dirt.

He was not down for the count, though. The boy didn't rise right away, instead bringing his leg around to sweep Jima's - hopefully he could bring her down as well. Either way he proceeded to roll back, hoping to jump her with another set of punches if she did fall.

(Leg swipe: 5%)

Aura: 31%

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Well. That was a big ole scythe right there.

While the prospect of being hit with that thing wasn't all that pleasant, the fact that Reyva was about to go into melee was rather hopeful. While his opponent transformed his Razzy dug through his pocket and produced a second dust cartridge - another fire one and the only other cartridge he had on him. Wielding Rozhe with just one hand, the boy fired once more at Reyva, though the distance between them meant that it wouldn't do much damage. His other hand seemed ready to reload his weapon as it were to run out - but that might not be his intention entirely.

(Fire dust shot: 5% damage)

Aura: 84%

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The Vale Region / Re: Hitting the bullseye [Closed]
« on: September 18, 2018, 01:46:05 PM »
Anza gladly took the seat next to the other girl, still as cheerful as ever. "Yep! War Eagle 'ere's all I got! My daddy's a hunter - of animals, not grimm - and he taught me all about shooting. Been doing so since I was... Darn, must've been since I was 8 or 9 when I started learnin' proper. 's all I'm really good at."

"And how about you, lass? I mean, I'm guessin' that there's yer bow, but ain't look like one right now." Anza said, gesturing towards the dagger holstered on Kisha's belt.

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The Vale Region / Re: Hitting the bullseye [Closed]
« on: September 14, 2018, 08:58:58 AM »
Anza watched with an equally awkward expression as her partner for the mission proceeded to have an outburst of excitement - of course, the girl was giddy about the task ahead herself, but... Not to that level, right?

"Yea!" Anza finally responded, shaking Kisha's hand before taking her seat. "Same here, Kisha! I think this is gonna be a whole lotta fun - don't get ta' use my bow to its fullest extent much!" the girl said, patting War Eagle on her back.

Here's hoping all things go smoothly, yea?" she added, giving the other girl a thumbs up. Granted, she was expecting it to go well - not like the mission seemed all that risky.

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It had worked! By god, the gamble had actually worked! With the gap in their aura levels dwindling rapidly, the young rapper had every chance to-

SWEET JESUS FUCK WHAT WAS THAT-

Being so focused on making semblance work while also coming up with clever rhymes to throw Jima's way, the boy was completely caught off guard by the sudden shriek in his ear. For a moment he was pretty certain that a Nevermore had made it into the arena and was about to bite his head off - naturally, he rolled to the side to avoid an attack, Encore falling apart into its components as he did. Wide-eyed, he glanced at where the sound had been coming from, seeing nothing. He then looked back towards Jima -whose weapon was now frozen up.

Despite the ringing now in his ears, Rufus grinned. It would appear the fight would have to end the good old fashioned way - through not much more than pure brawn. He snickered at that and rushed towards Jima again, going for an apparent lunge. However, as his fast was about to connect, he pulled back, sending his other fist up in an uppercut - a less obvious feint, but still not the most graceful one.

(Uppercut: 6%)

Aura: 37%

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The Vale Region / Re: Hitting the bullseye [Closed]
« on: September 09, 2018, 11:38:52 AM »
Anza hadn't gone on a mission in such a long time - and this one was hand-picked just for her at that! Well, not just for her, exactly. She was to team up with Kisha Miles - another archer! She had been giddy and excited all morning, hurrying through breakfast and finding herself with more free time than she was comfortable with.

With just a few minutes left until they were to meet up the girl ran out from the dorms, skipping three our four steps at a time as she ran towards the platforms at the courtyard, War Eagle and her quiver slung over the girl's back. She was ready to kick some grimm butt!

She hopped into the airship not long after Kisha had done so, a massive grin on her face. "Oh, hi! You must be Kisha! I'm Anza - it's nice to meet you!"

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Reginald entered the arena with pomp and confidence, grinning as he did. Despite predictions and mockery from all sides, especially from Silica, they had made it to the semi-finals. It was their - his shot at proving himself. To everyone - his classmates, his team, those in the school he despised - but most importantly, to his father.

The purple snot bubble snickered to himself as he perceived himself as the 'gentleman' in Prim's introduction - he felt a bit sorry for how rudely she had introduced Shiroe, though. A little.

"You need not remind me, I know the deal. I have plenty at stake here. I intend to take this ser-"

The 'poor' fuckboy was unable to finish his thought as he slipped on the end of the ice bridge, falling flat on his ass. It was with horror he then realized exactly what the battlefield entailed for him as the winds picked up, sending snow in his unprotected face and almost completely blocking vision after but a few dozen meters.

"...fuck."

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Well, he was expecting a pummeling to come his way with how exposed he was. However, there was little the young rapper could do against a direct shotgun blast like that. The shot hits him but he's just slightly more prepared for the  oncming swing as he places Flow in between the attack and his poor, defenseless chin.

The attack still sends him back - again, it feels as though he may have let it do so on purpose as he uses the small break he gets to slap Soul into Flow in order to assemble Encore. A grin appears on his face as he places the mic up to his lips, activating his semblance once more.

"I may be shit outta luck, might be jolly-well fucked," he shouted as he dug through his pocket to produce a small, turquoise-tinted dust cartridge - he was hoping the shouts would keep Jima back long enough. He slapped it into the mic before shouting again, releasing "but i ain't gonna stay stuck, 'cause I hit like a truck, no dog - more like a buck, with my feet in the muck I ain't givin' up!"

As he would yell into the microphone the force of his semblance would then be accompanied by an ice-cold wind and a flurry of snow, sizzling as it fell across the lava behind the fighters. The effect wouldn't last long, but it would have to serve its purpose for Rufus to succeed - to deal some damage and to slow Jima down.   


(Ice wind lasts as long as it remains uninterrupted. 3% damage per second in it, with metal objects, clothes and any loose things possibly freezing solid.)

Aura: 37%

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Rufus had never intended to use his semblance to just push Jima into the lava. If someone were to suggest the idea to him later, he'd admit that probably would've been pretty good. Instead, he had tried to get past her for another reason entirely - to get his weapons back.

Rufus grabbed the spear and swung it back the other way just as he was blasted point-blank with a shotgun. The attack sends him flying back, but it doesn't keep him down - in fact, it had allowed him to grab his dagger as well. The aura gap hadn't improved much, so it was time for him to bring out all he got.

He twisted the handle on the dagger, simultaneously flicking the button which set Flow into its secondary form. The transformation didn't take long, but it did mean he couldn't retaliate right away. What's more, he was open to an attack - not that things could get much worse in that department.

Aura: 46%

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With just two shots left, Razzy decided he should save them. Rather than firing right away, the boy scurried back further - behind one of the larger dust crystals. Of course, he wasn't dumb enough to actually use it as cover. That'd be equivalent to hiding behind a comically large stack of dynamite in a cartoon.

Instead, he hoped to lure his opponent closer. It was a wind crystal, but a dust crystal never the less, after all...

Aura: 84%

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WiP Characters / Re: Larimar Chalice (WIP)
« on: August 28, 2018, 11:22:32 AM »
[I'm a fool, ignore this]

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Rufus grunts as Jima's elbow crashes into his gut. So much for getting past her, as the girl was now on top of him - and not in a good way. Almost instinctively Rufus retaliated - with her dropping down like this, her face was likely to remain unprotected. As such, the boy sent a right jab, then a left towards her chin in an attempt to break free - if he were to succeed, he'd roll to the side. If he didn't succeed... Burn that bridge when he got to it.

(Jabs: 5%x2)

Aura: 52%

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: August 25, 2018, 03:28:46 AM »
Canon: Lesson Learned

Another early training session on yet another saturday morning. Silica must have lost her mind - a man of Reginald's standing had no place being treated this way, unable to take a well-earned rest. After all, he could certainly use it with the Vytal festival approaching fast. Of course, Reggie had no doubts that he and Shiroe would win - he was that much of an overly confident prick.

He wandered into the training hall to find Silica sitting on one of the benches in her usual attire - short shorts, tank top, purple hair. Reginald had become used to this outfit meaning one thing and one thing only - he'd get treated like shit.

"Yo, shitstain! You're late." The woman called out. She was holding an apple in one hand but what caught Reginald's attention was her other hand sitting atop of her revolver which was laying on her lap. That was not a good sign.

"Well, perhaps if you were to provide a more reasonable time for-"

"Can it, dickweed, you'll do as I say and when I say it. Now, you and that Shirley dude are taking part in the tournament, correct?" She asked, cutting the boy off.

"Wha- His name is Shiroe, but, yes. We- I intend to win. Maybe then father will come to his senses."

"Only took you a year to remember someone's name. I'm impressed. Well, whatever, what I was going to say is that you won't win." Silica added, crunching into the apple in her hand.

"And why is that, exactly?" Reggie asked, crossing his arms and glaring at the woman.

"Because you're shit, Reginald," Silica responded as she hopped up from her seat, stepping closer to the boy. "You always have been. Useless in melee, incapable of dodging or blocking at range. When your dad was your age he was soloing giant nevermores and you'd die to a fucking boarbatusk sneezing at you."

The shock in Reginald's expression upon his assistant's barrage of insults was soon replaced with rage. "How dare you talk to me like that? Superior to me now or not, you can't-"

"Oh, shut it. You think your old man was a beast from day one? Fuck no. He put in work because he knew that's what he wanted to do. To be a huntsman. What do you want?"

Reginald was taken aback by her question. There was a short moment of silence before he spoke up again. "I want to prove myself, damned crone! You know that already. I'm not the weakling you try to make out of me with your serpent's tongue!"

"Fancy way of calling me a bitch," Silica said before tossing the half-eaten apple at Reginald. Surprised, the boy was struck square on the forehead. He reeled back, rubbing the impact area.

"What the fuck was that for?!" he shouted.

"You haven't improved much over the year. Not by a long shot. Still awful in melee, still terrible in a one-on-one. You're not any stronger, faster or any more clever than you were when you first applied to Beacon. But if you want to win this damn tournament, you better learn to at least dodge a whole lot better than that."

With that said, the woman raised the revolver in her hands and aimed straight at Reginald's chest. The boy stumbled back further, a terrified expression on his face.

"What are you going to do, shoot me?"

"Bingo, dingo."



Every part of Reggie's body was sore. His aura was barely holding up and his limbs still occasionally twitched from the electricity which had coursed through him just minutes before. He was beaten.

Silica wandered over and poked his side with her foot. "You almost had something going at the end there, fuckboy. Figure it out and get here same time tomorrow."

With that, the woman was gone - a bottle of water left at the boy's side. It took a solid ten minutes for Reginald to force himself up on all fours, and ten more for him to stand up. He groaned and kicked the bottle, sending it flying across the room.

Figure it out?

By god, he'd figure it out - and then he'd show that crazy bitch what for.

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"That ain't gonna be a problem, honey, I'll buy it for you with first prize money!" He responded. And, to be fair, he did have a couple of wagers going on with his mates. They didn't have much confidence in him winning, after all.

His opponent was reeling back from his attack and reloading her weapon. This was Rufus' shot. The boy lunged over the trench, pulling the hook's chain off from his arm as he did. As soon as he had landed, he dashed towards his opponent, going for an apparent punch - but feinting moments before impact, instead ducking into a slide kick. His body was shifted to Jima's side, however - he appeared to be trying to get past her as he attacked.

(Slide kick: 5%)

Aura: 56%

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