Zephyrus the Priestess

Buenos noches, here, you get a teddy bear, you get a teddy bear, EVERYONE gets a teddy bear! ... If Vinny doesn't appear though, he doesn't get one

Guys, your cookies suck. Don't believe me? Here, have some. *force feeds Rose and Telos, choking them with poisonous cookies* I am disappoint. *sits on the hill, pouting* mein hill

"Any catapults we could utilize? I don't suppose the fragile bony devils, nor the golems, should be able to easily resist heavy boulders," suggested Helzebeth. With her family at either side of her, she felt more confidence welling up within her, as well as eagerness to do battle. "Hunter can aid as a front liner as well. He makes short work of his prey and scatters even the most stubborn herds and flocks." That, and the said wolf was still quite ravenous, she sensed. Another war was at hand. The black-grey wolf still wasn't satisfied, even after finally finding a chance to steal away what he deemed was the thinnest of lambs, so that the town wouldn't essentially lose more valuable livestock. A mad chase through the streets and desperate attempts to hide himself and dodge the angry farmer had burned out the energy he had gained from digesting the little sheep's meat. Hunter growled, low in his throat, in hunger and anticipation, within the safety of the darkness of an alley, where he blended in perfectly with its shadows. Battle usually brought him more food, and enemy fighters tended to taste better than mere wild game that simply ran away.

Heartsign. ~

And now a boot to the arse! And hereby the hill is mine-- ooh, plate of cookies... *gets off hill to nom cookies*

"What? Oh, Ace doesn't like talking to others very much. To be honest, he doesn't like other people very much... And getting wet." Tentatively, Enya tapped on a branch, as if to check its sturdiness. "But, Miss Rose is nice, and these ugly monsters are in the way, so Ace tells me to help!" She said it like it was nothing, in her usual way, with a cute smile, and with that, what began as a small swirl of force spiraled in the bloody sea, gradually getting bigger and bigger, until the gross soft people were helplessly torn apart and swept away into a churning whirlpool. Mere seconds later, the torrent had disappeared, to reveal a static draining hole in the ground, which flickered and was no more.

your girlfriend was

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who was actually

*is rebirthed by my father Hades, and by his power is made whole again* Well thanks, Dad. Yeah yeah, whatever, I'll make sure NOT to come home this time, geez. Anyway. Hi guys. *passes by Ethic and Kenny again, riding Cerberus, who gleefully farts acid gas into the kingdom* Bye guys lol *rides off into the sunset, leaving the hill empty(and gassed, and rotting, and smelling wonderful)and both Ethic and Kenny gasping for air, only to suffocate in the fumes of a gigantic, hellish, three-headed dog's air bagel*

Feeling a surge of relief as she realized that Odin Thunderbrew had returned, along with the rest of the squad, seemingly all right despite the skirmish with the Death Knight(she noticed, however, that the sorcerer-- Nero Darkwinter, she tried to remember-- looked quite ruffled). On the other hand, as she nodded quietly in agreement to Brass' words, she wondered where the heck Hunter could possibly be. Reaching out towards Hunter's consciousness, tied to her very mind and soul, and felt only hunger and the beginning of desperation. If only she could will him mentally to come to her, as she hadn't finished off her lunch...

Helzebeth - Wall Team Sitting up and looking down at her figure again, Helzebeth said, "You really think so? Though, to be honest, I've never really given much thought to my body... See, life has always been about surviving for me." Idly, almost without thinking, she traced the dragon that made up the hilt of her short sword. "As for the armor... I wear it in memory of my father, who kept this gear for me secretly. I suppose that he was meaning to present it to me at some point, but... One day, he never came back home." It probably could have just been the glint of the sun or Jupiter's imagination, but the normally stoic, if not prideful huntress wore the lightest, almost invisible veil of longing and sorrow on her visage. Helze would have opened her mouth to say more, but upon spotting a familiar Fire Templar approaching from a distance, she shut it again and wiped her face of any trace of what she thought to be pathetic emotions. "Well, it looks like we'll be burning that delicious lunch sooner than we'd thought after all." The half-Elf stood and stretched, then offered a hand to help her sister up.

Hm, good point. Okay, carryin on XD

Notus, Helze and Jupiter are over at Jupiter's place lol... but... then again it COULD be near or by the wall I dunno lol *looks to Hukuna-sensei for enlightenment*

Oh lol, I thought it was like, the 60's or something... Oh well, present day it is!

Oh, but I can't use these anymore... *pulls on a clean pair, slaps Rose with the acid-stained pants and deconstructs the hill, fitting the hill again into a big flower pot* Happy birthday Stratos *offers hill as a birthday gift* oh, and here's some pants! *throws the now deteriorated fabric, dripping with burning acid, into Stratos' face too*

Tad bit, and a little too late for me... Oh, waking early, how I've missed you so. Much sleepless very unrest such tired so awaken Uh... okay lol, gonna go on a wing and say Sheep

Why why must a bunch of interesting RPs come up when I have to go to school-- hnnnnnnng On the other hand, congratulations with this launch, Stratos! Damn, wanted to be a Ekarder or a Turk lol(though, maybe I should try playing as something different, something I wouldn't normally choose...). Lots of interest here by the way, go for it and good luck, smileyface. XD

Helzebeth - Wall Team "Well, at least we get to do some flexing after a good lunch," Helzebeth said about the perhaps inevitable battle. When it would come, she had no idea. But it didn't matter-- there was no questioning the fact that they would triumph and deliver hellfire in the form of a daunting rain of arrows. The half-elf allowed the cool breeze to roll over them gently before thinking of a question for her dear sister. It had been a while since she'd stopped to lay around and just relax, letting nature calm and reinvigorate her. She then lay back as well, stretching her arms out and resting her head, framed by her short, messy black hair on them before rolling over to face Jupiter. "I hope you don't really mind me asking, but... Have you always been living here by yourself?" Helze asked this rather tentatively, hoping she wasn't touching any nerves of some sort. While she did admire her fellow archer and felt a strong sense of kinship with her, in all her years of experience in dealing with people, she had never quite met another like Jupiter, whose expressions changed as quickly as the fickle seas she'd read of in storybooks. On the other hand, it was probably a more sensible question rather than a question about what being a woman was truly like, and if the things she'd read of women were true.

Ding. Cowtao?

Want dem Poochyena HNNNNNNG Tempest I want one

Helzebeth- Wall Team What a nice figure she had. Not having a lot of other women to observe back at home, and, once again, having only seen the elven thief, Helzebeth couldn't help staring at the outline of her sister's body in the plain but pretty garb. She was reminded of an angel, or say, a pixie of some sort... Or a cross in between, perhaps? Suddenly, Helze felt a bit conscious about her body. It wasn't a feeling she was used to, or something she had once taken into mind before. At some point even as they ascended the roof, she pondered upon her bodily shape, if she could ever hope to match that sort of form. Yes, she had utmost, maybe bordering on excessive, pride and confidence in her skills and physical strengths, but never before had she really taken into account her appearance, only really bothering about survival most of the time. The great bird caught the carrion with ease. Helze's sudden curiosity with the human body switched to her fascination with Nemesis. That simple action told much about its acute perception. She, as well, could smell the food's scent, and remembering her hunger, dug in almost similarly to Jupiter. Her father had taught her to eat properly in the past, but after years of living with tame yet still feral beasts in the forests, she figured that table manners weren't all quite necessary. And, they weren't eating at a table anyway. Thus she ate and drank in what sight that the roof could provide, in comfort. She only hoped that Hunter wasn't getting into trouble... Meanwhile, the wolf in question had been stalking a few choice prey-- no question about them being livestock, as they were usually better bred than what one could devour in the wild, taking no heed of the surprise and gasps and, perhaps, shrieks of the townsfolk who saw him. Hunter could not decide-- should he go for that plump hen, or that pretty little sheep, or that big, juicy-looking cow? Or should he just find a way out of the fenced village and hunt down wild game?

Zephyr... close enough Jericho I saw you

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Helzebeth - Wall Team Tying up the string on her simple white chemise so that not much of her chest would be exposed, Helzebeth answered back, "Yes, yes, I'm all ready." The huntress had not brought much extra garments, believing them to merely provide dead weight for her to drag around. Lain down by her bag was her set of leather armor(being the chest padding with the metal attachment for her bow, her arm pads, and her corset), as well as the protective padding for her shoulders and hips. She was, at first. quite hesitant in removing her armor, as it was only at home that she felt comfortable in darting around with nothing but light fabric on her back and legs. It almost felt strange to her to walk around in a strange, new land amongst even stranger and unfamiliar people in merely a blouse and dark leggings. For that reason she kept her boots on, along with her kneepads. In effect, she didn't realize how feminine she suddenly looked-- what vexed her was that she felt that she was unprotected, not that she felt exposed. In the end, Helze shrugged it off. She would be having lunch with her sister anyhow, and on a rooftop as well-- she was fond of high places where everything was within her sight. Something tugged at her mind. Where and how was the fatherly dwarf? She recalled that the jolly Thunderbrew had been assigned to the Scout Team. Perhaps he was all right-- he had skill and three hatchets, after all. Equally skilled comrades were grouped with him, so there should be nothing to worry about. Still... The half-Elf considered having Hunter tail them, just for extra assurance, and that way she could tell if something was amiss through the wolf's emotions. Helze sighed to herself and straightened up, adjusting the belt that held her dragon sword it its sheath, as well as the quiver hanging from her shoulder. Travelling even lighter was, all right, tolerable, but she just could not go without her bow and arrow, or at least her sword.