Shamitako

Lord Hiroki's maneuver was successful, Lord only managed to land a glancing blow. A glancing blow that flung the Hellfire Knight backwards a good ten meters and left her spinning uncontrollably. Lord was quick to follow up, rapidly closing the distance and launching a full-strength punch that would hit counter to Hiroki's rotation, increasing the power of its already ridiculous impact. The attack sent Hiroki reeling all the way to the edge of the field, slamming her into the wall. Lord followed again, but her approach was slowed by the debris flying at her, leaving a chance for Hiroki to recover at least a little before the next blow came her way.

(OOC: I swear I will dodgeball soon, I've been busy with Christmas and Arya's scene only has one PC to worry about so it's easier.) Natalie The dishwasher was just finishing its main cycle when Arya re-entered the building, its loud rumble dying down to a dull swishing. Natalie didn't fully register what Arya was saying, partially due to the noise but mostly due to an inability to process the news. Even Arya's injuries weren't enough to spur her to action. What did cause her to act was the appearance of Arya's psycho bitch in the doorway. Kindle had her right hand half buried in her exposed chest and left was dragging her scythe along behind her. Seeing that, Natalie grabbed a pair of kitchen knives and ran towards her. "Nayru." Kindle seethed, "I found you." Despite her injuries, she managed to raise the scythe to strike at Natalie. Natalie instinctively raised the knives to deflect it. Purple energy ran from her palms, covering the knives and allowing them to stand their ground against Kindle's blade. "Arya, get ready to run." She said, "I don't know how, but I've got this." "There... won't be any need for that." Kindle hissed. She pulled back her weapon and retreated back to the door. "You've beaten me... today. But I always complete the tasks... I'm given. This isn't over." She shoved her way out the door, leaving Natalie and Arya alone once more. Natalie dropped her knives to the ground and turned back to Arya. "So, this is crazy." she said, "Can I suggest we move talking to my mom up to immediately?" Elsewhere A middle-aged woman in a simple tunic stood before a large mirror, seemingly made of ice. The mirror was devoid of any reflection, showing only pure blackness. There was a burst of flame and Trick suddenly appeared between them, flying backwards from the mirror to be caught in the woman's arms. "You've overexerted yourself, little ghost. I was able to catch you easily." The woman said. "Turn it off or face despair. Green is lost to void." Trick answered. "Your little riddles won't fool me, I know who you are. I'm the one who brought you back, after all." "Foolishness does not drive us, only life and dogs." "Oh, you can't help it? Has the ghost really overpowered you? How far you've fallen, little godling." The woman released Trick, though the redheaded ghost remained floating as though still held. "Trapped in purple, what does the wind matter? We seek blue. Don't fly to the sun." "And why would I tell you that? I have all the power here, there's no reason for me to give you anything." Trick raised her hand. "Fingersnap?" "As if you have enough power left to take me on even when you haven't just wasted all of your energy." Trick shrugged. "Fingersna-" "Wait! Wait! Wait!" The woman's otherwise inscrutable composure broke for a moment. It seemed she wasn't quite willing to bet on Trick's weakness. "Ahem... There's no need to rush to violence, we can make a deal." "The night accepts echoes of orange. Also, pancakes." "Now you're just screwing with me." "Judgement is left to the wicked." Trick shrugged. "Anyways. I'll give you Alexus, in return I want your word that you will refrain from interfering with one of my flock." "The chains shatter under the strain of false testimony." "I trust you." Trick thought for a moment. "The Soul is bound in the devil's contract. The red river runs with regret. There is none in the kaleidoscope. I'm dead people." She rotated to be upside-down, sitting cross-legged on the air. "Glad to hear it, her name is Makaylin Argos." "Give me the map to the maiden of the ocean. Draw it red with purpose." "Yes, yes, Alexus. When your ghost relocates next, I can redirect you to her the same way I brought you here." The woman pointed to the mirror. "Who can change the sky to sea?" "Call me Her." "Nice to meet you, I'm Trick!"

"We're in a rain dance Let it splash on your head You coulda been in pain but you're rejoicing instead It's a rain dance Finding joy through your pain And once you've done it this time you are never the same" - Lyrics from Rain Dance by Odyssey Eurobeat/T. Stebbins IDK they're just vaguely inspirational "What are you, a Jedi or a Sith?" "I am Vergere, what are you?" - Jacen Solo and Vergere (Jacen's question might be slightly paraphrased, oops.) And my favorite of quotes. There's a lot of meaning loaded into this little exchange, more if you put it in full context, but the part I like to take away from it is the importance of defining yourself by who you are, not what group you're part of.

Trick The strange girl turned away from Arya and began to walk towards Kindle, shifting her angle slightly with each step until she stood on the ground. Kindle raised her scythe defensively. The girl stopped about two yards away. "Hi there, I'm Trick!" Trick announced cheerfully. "I don't give a damn who you are, I have a task to complete." Kindle replied. She pulled the scythe back and charged. "And you're in the way!" Trick raised her hand, her fingers ready to snap. For a moment the confusion and insanity she carried vanished. Arya and Kindle saw a glimpse of something far, far more powerful than a simple ghost. Trick spoke, her voice barely above a whisper but menacingly clear in Arya and Kindle's ears, "Don't let your heart die." Her fingers snapped and a loud crack, not unlike a tree collapsing, echoed around the three. Trick vanished, rapidly burning away like a sheet of paper cast into a fire. In the same instant, Kindle froze in place with her scythe mid-swing. Shock filled her features, the scythe fell harmlessly from her fingers, and she reverted to her original outfit. For a moment she just stood their, her body still swinging her scythe at her now-vanished foe. Then she animated again, rapidly dropping to her knees and letting out an inhuman sceam of pain. She clutched chest as though trying to tear something out. She ripped open her top and bra, clawing at the skin with such desperation that her nails tore into her breast. Blood spilled over her fingers and covered her chest, but neither her clawing nor her screaming stopped.

Kindle Kindle's eyes widened in pain from the groin attack. It wasn't enough to loosen her grip, but it still hurt plenty. The stun grenade very nearly went off, but Kindle managed to recover enough to kick it, causing it to shatter like the earlier bullets. "I have to give you credit." She hissed through gritted teeth, "It takes a lot to piss me off." Anything more and Kindle would have simply ended things with Crimson Reaper, but Arya's futile struggling only drove her to anger. This proved to be a mistake a moment later. A head appeared just next to the two clashing girls. An upside-down head wearing a straw hat. A red-haired girl had suddenly appeared, walking on the air above them, with her clothes and hair acting as if gravity were pulling them upwards. "Do you need help?" She asked, though it was unclear whether she spoke to Kindle or Arya. Kindle released her grip and jumped back, her flame aura vanishing. She watched the newcomer warily. This had to be an illusion of some kind, but it didn't fit with Arya's power, meaning another combatant had managed to sneak up on her. While she could handle multiple opponents with ease, this new foe was a wildcard. Until she knew how powerful they were, she would be trapped on the defensive. The upside-down girl seemed to ignore Kindle's response entirely, instead speaking to Arya. "Time moves forward. So many splashes of color, so much purple. Purple fire burns in love. Burn it down, make it purple. Make her pay in time. A snap of the fingers, a snap of the neck. Mend your heart, make it bleed. Love is disaster. Pretty purple penguin. Time moves forward, make her spill the purple." Kindle didn't understand a word of her gibberish. Perhaps it was code? Yet more uncertainty. This situation had gone from a sure success to a potential failure far to quickly. Kindle cursed herself for letting Arya get to her. Had she simply cut the Time Eye in two the instant she gained an advantage, this would be well past over and she could be inside killing Nayru.

Veins is basically just people with Pokemon powers. It'd be kind of like playing in a Mystery Dungeon RP except you're not a human turned into a Pokemon, just with the powers of one. I know you've played TMS#FE, so think of it kinda like that but Pokemon. I havr no clue where to start on Xenoblub, because all three games are pretty huge (and I've not even touched their predecessors yet). The story of XC1 is, complicated at best. I really don't trust myself to explain it well. But basically it's a story about people fighting evil robots with a lot of moral greys and questions about what it really means to be human. The main thing I'd be yoinking from XCX would be the basic world setup, which is a couple distinct areas of different biomes that can be freely explored. This would be somewhat RWBYfied to include RWBY locations and some changes to the biomes to be a little more like Remnant. And XC2 I'd mostly just be using some inspiration to effect how the system works. Mainly there'd be a sort of arts palette system.

Lexi "No worries, I'll be fine." Lexi assured Alva. Just then, the teacher in charge finished starting the next group over and came over to their group. Lexi tensed up in anticipation of the upcoming whistle, they'd start any moment now. Haley "Aislin! Hill! Back up, you can't run from four feet away!" The teacher called out the pair, who obediently backed away. For the most part everyone was some degree of ready and waiting, but there were some exceptions. Cici was still playing her game, and it didn't seem like the teacher was planning to stop her. Lilith was hiding in the back and clearly would rather be anywhere else. A strangely glasses-less Naya was pouting in a corner. And Kaede was... something, Haley couldn't really tell what was up with Kaede. The whistle finally blew and they were off, or at least some of them were. Lexi was the first to grab a ball, immediately boucing it off the the Laylite girl who had gone for the same one and catching it again. It was sort of cheap, but it worked. Sharp also shot forward and successfully retrieved a ball, though she simply retreated backwards instead of throwing it at Riley, who had been opposite her. Cici, whom Haley couldn't help but dedicate some of her focus to, remained in place and kept playing her game. Kindle Arya's answer was the scythe blade cleaving through the pipe immediately after it formed. The edges of the cut were smooth and glowed with a dull red heat. The slash was followed up instantly by Kindle's palm striking Arya's sternum, knocking the wind from her lungs and forcing her to stumble backwards. Before Arya could possibly hope to regain her balance or breath, Kindles fingers grasped the fabric of her dress. "The answer, to all of your questions, is written in flames." The look in Kindle's eye burned itself into Arya's memory. It was filled with a cold and deadly passion, bordering on fanaticism, that told Arya no matter what, the girl with the scythe would not quit until she was dead. An aura of red flame erupted around Kindle, licking at Arya and threatening to burn her alive.

Hi there, it's Lexi again, back with more crazy RP ideas. I'm going to be starting up a new one in early -mid January and I've got two ideas that I want to guage interest for. I'd appreciate it if you'd take a moment of your time to read the following summaries and vote in the poll. Also please ask questions, answering them helps me flesh out my ideas. PersonaVeins: Veins is a Pokemon-based RP about people who can use the power of Pokemon thanks to a fancy machine. Or was the previous times I've tried the concept. This time around they can use Pokemon powers thanks to a metaphysical bond with a Pokemon's spirit. I haven't much of a story concept fleshed out, but most likely its set in a world where Pokemon don't exist. Combat would most likely be freeform and also pretty prevalent. Also I know next to nothing of Persona, the similarity in concept is a total accident. I may try to take some inspiration from there when I work on the story. XCRWBY An original setting heavily inspired by RWBY and XCX, with a story largely inspired by XC1 and RWBY, and mechanics that are supposed to allude to XC2 and RWBY. Yeah, this one actually lives up to both halves of its name. For the most part this would be focused on exploring the world and fighting Grimm. The system would be fairly low-RNG and put an emphasis on weapon customization.

Kindle Arya's attack, for all the emotion behind it, simply shattered when it came in contact with Kindle. "Well isn't that something." Kindle said with a smirk. A deep cut had been made in the ground where Arya had been moments before, the grass at its edges burnt or burning. "I wasn't aware Helen was keeping pets with the power of heretics. If you knew what you were doing this might actually be interesting. Too bad it seems you're woefully unaware that the past has no power over the present." She took a couple of steps back and spun her scythe around a few times, finishing her flourish with the head pointed at Arya. "Why don't I show you something a little more modern?" Kindle's eyepatch burned away, revealing the bright blue-white flame that had replaced her eye. The burning spread out across her face and to her hair and clothes. Her hair flared out into a long side ponytail held in place by a large black bow, the tips gradually shifting color to bright blue. Her clothes burned away into a semi-transparent blue dress that ended well above her knees, through which could be seen a plain black bikini (or perhaps her actual underclothes?). A black choker circled her neck, with her eyepatch's flame symbol emblazoned on the right in blue. Her hands now had black gloves with a pair of long thin ribbons colored in fiery orange hanging loosely from them. Her boots had shifted to be totally smooth and grown small heels and more pointed toes. Her lower arms and what little was visible of her lower legs were covered in a red triangle pattern, as well a large red triangle occupied her cleavage. Flames danced along her fingertips and up the handle of her scythe to the blade, giving it an aura of fire. "You'd better get back to running." Kindle sneered, "If you go now, I'll kill Nayru first and you can have another couple of minutes alive." She didn't waited for an answer to pull her scythe back and spin it beside her with her left hand. She charged Arya with the whirlwind of death at her side. No longer did it simply drag through the earth, it tore up clumps of dirt and grass and loose rocks, tossing them towards Arya with enough force to bruise if they hit.

Wendy Wendy soon felt the described fuzziness as she and Anemone's minds were linked together. "It seems to be active." She notified Anemone. With the focus in place, it wouldn't take much for Anemone to see into Wendigo's mind. But were she to seek the girl's dreams, Anemone would have to dig much deeper to find Wendy's soul. Caliber "Oh, yeah, then we'd better get her." Caliber lead the way to the teleporter so they could head back. She felt bad for scaring Beza, she really hadn't meant for anyone to get hurt. Besides herself. In truth, at least part of her stunt was caused by a feeling of inadequacy and failure. The sight of Beza cowering in the corner of Tallow's old cell nailed home the point that her actions were just another failure.

Kindle Kindle picked up her pace, the scraping of her scythe growing louder as it tore its line of death through the ground. Arya rounded the corner, but Kindle was just behind. There was a loud clinking noise as the tip of her scythe dug into the building's concrete wall. She used it to propel herself rapidly through the air around the corner, her foot slamming into Arya's back and sending the frightened girl sprawling, face in the dirt much like her dead teacher. Kindle landed smoothly on her feet and continued her assault, bringing her scythe around for a slash that tore a shallow cut in the back of Arya's leg. No real damage done, but Kindle didn't let the miss deter her. She stepped closer and pulled the scythe back for another strike, its surface glowing with heat and energy.

Natalie "If we get done with these dishes quick enough, maybe Miss Bates will give us some free time." Natalie attacked the wet dishes with renewed vigor. Sharla Bates was a middle aged Nayrist who taught various higher math classes at OI, as well as the teacher supervising the two delinquents. She wasn't all that strict and could care less about schoolyard politics, if you had a passing grade she was indifferent to you. It was no stretch that she'd let Arya and Natalie off early if they got that passing grade in dishwashing. "Arya, would you come here a moment?" And speaking of, it seemed Miss Bates was in need of Arya as she called from the outer door. "Guess you better see what she needs. Hopefully not more chores." Arya didn't much have a choice, but Natalie couldn't help but wish otherwise. Outside Leaving Natalie to empty the next load from the dishwasher, Arya headed out the back to find Miss Bates. There was no teacher in sight outside the door, forcing Arya to search a bit. It didn't take her long to check around the corner of the building and find Miss Bates. And she quickly regretted it. Arya had seen plenty of horrible and shocking things in her life, but nothing quite like this. Miss Bates lay with her face in the dirt and a massive gash clean through her that ran from the base of her neck to her left hip. The splattering of her innards was burnt black, as though it had been thrown into a fire as her body was rent apart. The wall and ground beside were singed with charred blood. The whole scene was extremely surreal and potentially vomit-inducing. Leaning against the wall next to the blackened bloodstain was the person Arya could only assume was Miss Bates's murderer. She was a girl near to Arya's age, perhaps even younger. Her short hair and visible eye were colored as flame, her other eye hidden by an eyepatch with a symbol designed after the substance. Her cheeks were stained with freckles and a bit of blood. She was dressed in an orange tank top, black leather jacket, jean shorts, and heavy black boots. Most significantly, a scythe with a crimson blade was held in her hand, it's tip resting on the ground; covered in yet more charred blood. The murderess raised herself from the wall upon seeing Arya, but refrained from approaching. "Unfortunate timing on her part." She shook her head sadly. "If she'd waited a little longer to call you, I wouldn't have to clean you up." She shifted her scythe around into a two-handed grip and began to approach, the tip dragging behind her and slicing through the ground. It was clear she intended to attack before Arya had any chance to recover from the shock of the situation. (OOC: Meet the inquisitor. Nothing good will ever happen to you again.)

Natalie Natalie's heart jumped at Arya's response. "I don't really know what I'm doing either." She confessed. She'd had girlfriends before, but that was always just showing off and there had never really been anything. "But I'd like nothing more than to figure it out with you." She finally put down the dish she'd been drying and moved to the next, attempting to put her focus back on the chore at hand. "For now let's just focus on enjoying our time together at camp; take things as they come. Though maybe we should tell mom before she has a chance to figure it out for herself?" Natalie chuckled, "Assuming she hasn't already." Natalie's mother had a tendency to know about everything Natalie did. Natalie was pretty sure it was just the result of popularity and rumors, but she hadn't totally ruled out psychic powers yet.

@ArcherEric The wall is a mess, but it's not super visible at avatar size

Natalie Natalie turned bright red. When she'd confessed she'd already been so full of emotion that she hadn't had time to feel embarrassed. With things so much calmer now, it rushed to the surface with a burning vengeance. The dish she was drying had certainly been finished several times, but her mind was too distracted to realize it. She willed her cheeks not to catch fire from the heat, took a deep breath, and responded as calmly as she could, "I meant everything I said. I... I like you a lot Arya." She went quiet. Natalie couldn't find the courage to say more, to ask the question that had been tugging at her heart. Did Arya feel the same way? Lexi Lexi smiled at Alva. "Oh, it wasn't a big deal, Miss Alva. My breathing was acting up is all." She said dismissively, "I didn't notice because I was distracted by a tree." She didn't look Alva in the eye, instead looking past her to watch the teacher that would direct them to start and remaining poised to dash towards the center. Lilith Lilith stood off on her own, trying to make her presence as small as possible. Her cabin mates were in the game with her, but she didn't like them. They were Laylites and, despite Lilith's daily prayers to the goddess, she didn't much get along with others of her line. There were others as well, but she didn't know them. Though she had the nagging feeling she'd met Arturia before, though she didn't know where.