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Ascension. Dragon/Angel/Demon RP

Just gonna leave an interest here and hope others pick up this too.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@Mr Allen J

I'm here I'm just waiting for @DeadBeatWalking and Sage's conflict to continue.

Edit: Just saw deadbeat make a post so I'll make a reaction post soon.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Fafnir's Victory Lines

Jaden: "Ah the embodity of youth, strong and stubborn yet reckless and tricky."

Justin: "You've impressed me with the power of this generation's technology, however it seems it wasn't enough to conquer the ancient power I embody."

Seven-seven: "More machine than flesh, that it is your biggest flaw."

Sage: "You fought well, I am honored to have faced a warrior of such divine prowess. Reminds me of the time I slayed a paladin in centuries past."

Brooke: "You're a strong fighter, but if this was a test of longevity against me, well, you'd never stand a chance anyway."

Brenda: "Such power, but it is wasted if you cannot read your opponent's moves."

Billy: "I feel a fool for mistaking you for a dragon, if you were truly my kin you would have at least survived much longer then that."

Margot: "Such elegant swordplay! You were a worthy adversary."

Joaoquim: "You're strategy was certainly dangerous, splendid show. But alas, it will take more then some fancy rope tricks to subdue a dragon."

Jonas: "Disgracing honor with such cheap tactics. Let this defeat be a lesson, young one."

Meo: "Water and fire have always been mortal enemies, It was no surprise this match was explosive. You're technique is interesting, but such a strategy is difficult to bypass my defenses."

Calvin: "There is no denying you're power of ice is something to fear, and you're strength is to be admired. Even in victory, perhaps even I could learn from you."

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

=Rio De Janeiro, 2:20 AM=

@Mr Allen J@DeadBeatWalking
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Thud

Thud

Thud

Iron boots stomped along the streets of Rio with metallic chattering and heavy footsteps. A bizarrely armored figure, with wings almost folded on his back and a lumbering reptilian tail dragging behind him, marched over the crowd. Most of the bystanders would simply move away from the 6'5" giant as a pair of snake-like crimson eyes gave off a dim crimson glow, like candle flames.

Fafnir stopped abruptly when he heard a loud commotion, the familiar sounds of battle were near. His attention then shifted to a man who was shouting "T-There is a man fighting a dragon!"
The dragon's eyes narrowed.
could it be...another dragon?

The human-trapped dragon would spread his wings, flying into the air and over rooftops to get a bird's eye view. It has been so long since he has seen one of his own kin, centuries in fact. What are the odds he'd finally meet a brethren in this city no less? It didn't take long for him to locate the brawl. Drawing his lance as precaution, the dragon knight swooped down and landed a few meters away from the large reptile and warrior. Reptilian eyes gazed upon the two who were locked in combat. He didn't expect such an awe of combat performance before the tournament actually started.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Sorry for the delay, I've been working on ways to introduce my char and I'm thinking on waiting for some posts from others that haven't posted so I could get a better idea on what to do and work on that.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher | Siena | Marcus | Rain

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥: 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝟚 / / 𝟙𝟟𝟚𝟘

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_{Collab with @dragonmancer @PapiTan @Chasers115 @Angel Eyes}

It took a moment for Chris to register Siena was waking up. He had been prepared to ignore other distractions as he hadn't expected her to wake up so soon. He would lower his book as his eyes fell to Siena's bed. "Siena, you up?"He said, his facial expression showed he was far less annoyed then he was previously, instead he had a more nuetral expression. His one hand was on the cover of the book which had at that point rested on his lap, while his other was hanging at his side.

A familiar voice did more to soothe her than she thought it would, though it didn't settle the storm. Setting aside her own--not hers, theirs emotions, the brunette pushed herself to a sitting position. It was arduous, doing it so slowly and carefully, but it was better to err on the side of caution than it was to sit up and suddenly need to throw up again. Giving a weak smile, the girl gave a faint nod. "Y-yeah." Instinctively, her left hand moved to pull at an available lock of hair. "I'm glad you don't seem hurt." Hopefully he hadn't been. Trailing her eyes slightly to the additional presence by the boy, she could feel the confusion and curiosity try to form on her face.

She allowed it.

"Er...is she your friend...?"

"Roommate actually." Chris sighed as he leaned back. "Go ahead and introduce yourself I guess."

Rain looked up from the Manila folder he was scanning through and moved closer to her to get a clear view, (kinda-sorta) ignoring Chris' order for him to introduce himself, "Oh your awake. I heard about the fight you guys were in. You feeling better?", he asked her in a maternal-like tone.

High alert. There was no reason for her to be on high alert, but Siena felt the flags rise in the back of her head even as she analyzed the unfamiliar face. The girl had a different kind of air than most of the others that Siena had met in her short time in USARILN East--it was different from Maya's too. She didn't know where to place the point of reference, and that single fact alarmed the brunette. Still, she gave a half-hearted smile in response. "I'm fine...um..." A pause, a questioning look (was it questioning? Siena wasn't entirely certain with half her emotions feeling musted). ""Thanks for asking, though. I um...don't think I recognize you..."

Rain smiled back sweetly, "Yeah. I suppose you don't my name..." he began, but was quickly cut off by his roomate.

Chris sighed. "Her name is Rain, she's my newly assigned roommate. I"m not sure if she was one of the kids that was shot or just someone that they took in late." The boy would rest his hand on his chin.

Rain's gaze fell away from the two of them as he drifted off to that night. 'One of the kids that was shot'. Was he one of those kids? He must of been it seemed. Though he couldn't quite remember for sure. But that might explain the gunshot wound on the side of his stomach, which he suddenly laid bare to them by lifting up a bit of his shirt "Well...I do have this.." he revealed to them, showcasing the the partially healed wound covered over by bandages.

Vivid memories of their welcome came to mind, and Siena wished that her breath would catch like it was supposed to instead of the odd sense of calm. Furrowing her brow slightly as Rain pulled her shirt up--'How many people am I going to see strip down today?'--Siena was quick to put two and two together. "That's a bad place to get shot. It's good that you're awake now." Maybe even lucky, but with healing powers and evidently even Benediction on call, Siena could only assume that the students that could be salvaged would be...maybe.

Rain nodded his head at her reassuringly, "I suppose it is" he said in a quiet, pleasant tone.

Chris exhaled again. He didn't like to think about that day. Whether or not he would come to tolerate Rain, he was at least glad she was alive. Though he will never admit that."Well anyway, sorry for letting the team down, I got carried away." He had brushed the side of his winter jacket with that remark.

Peering at Chris, Siena felt something between concern and guilt. Letting the team down? Hadn't that been her? The brunette averted her gaze for a moment. Cracks coming in, but best not to let them out. "Oh, n-no it wasn't your fault." She had no idea if that was true, she hadn't even stuck around long enough to see the fighting. No fangs, no fury. Like the coward she was told to be. "I...should have been more aggressive.I think if anyone let the team down, that was on me." Another strand of hair snapped from the pressure, but the sound was more noticeable than the pain for the brunette. "It wasn't an even match when I left. I could have helped instead of going straight off."

The effeminate pink-haired boy clasped his hands behind his back as the two spoke, his eyes transitioning from one to the other. For someone who didn't have any friends, the way Chris spoke to the brunette, it seemed like he cared about her. It was quite sweet to see.

Chris hesitated. "I thought you did great, I heard you got a hold of Lily. " He said, leaning back in his chair with a reassuring tone. "The rest of us were supposed to cover for your abscence, but when you got back there was no one there to back you up, and outnumbered no less." He'd cross his arms, and had hid his book at his side. "You shouldn't be stressed out too much about it, it was the team that needed fixing, not you." There was a moment where he almost smiled towards the end of his sentence, but he quickly became of aware of it and and cut it off back to his neutral, slightly-irritated expression.

'I did...wha...?' Despite her best efforts, Siena felt her cheeks flush faintly, her fingers raking violently through a few strands of hair. Compliments were...not her forte--receiving them, at least. Gerwulf had been straightforward, and Maya was quicker to point out what needed fixing than what was already passable. She'd largely grown up learning how to compliment other people, not the other way around.

Besides, most of the compliments she got were lies anyways. Carefully constructed to match some vague attribute because sometimes, people didn't even know that Siena Santana existed.

"I-I er..." She what? Agreed? Disagreed? "Thanks." Giving a weak smile, Siena gave in to her nervous ticks again, almost feelng relief when she heard another three springing snaps to her left. "At least we have some ideas for next time." If there even was a next time. Adjusting her weight, Siena took a moment to glance around her, her eyes flicking to the screens before they returned to her companions. "Maybe I should take a page from your book next time."

Having seen her smile, Chris's facade would crack in the form of a small smile which had briefly taken form on his lips, before he once again caught himself and undid the expression. He hated being nice, why was he doing this? It was strange, though that may have been because of her stuttering. However Chris grew a tad flustered at her suggestion. Was that a compliment? Or was it optimism? Chris had to diffuse the situation before he felt too strange inside his chest. "Right well, do you want some snacks, or something?"

The mention of snacks reminded Siena that she'd effectively lost most of her nutrients while in the fight. Was...was that on camera? Was her entire sewer excursion on camera? 'Oh god, didn't I break Marcus's arm? D-Did they heal him?' The thought clawed its way to the front lines, but was quickly drowned out by her body's immediate reaction to the thought of regaining sustenance. "Oh...I could probably use one. I think I burned through the past three days of food." And calmly, the girl carefully moved her legs off the cot, another wave of fatigue washing over her.

Chris bit his lip, being a bit concerned over her condition. "Can you stand? Do you want to stay here and I'll come back with food or do you want to take the trip with me?" He was unsure of her current state. She was tough, he knew that much, but still she did just wake up from an unconscience state, and as she stated she wasn't very nourished.

Rain looked on a bit concerned, "Maybe she should rest a bit more" he said, noting the frailty of her movements, "I imagine you're probabaly still tired right?"

"I-I'll be okay. No rest for the wicked, right?" Siena gave a nervous smile, her mind threatening to wander to the life she'd left behind when she surrendered herself. In a bid to rid herself of the thoughts, the brunette pushed herself to her feet.

Mistake.

Her legs hadn't braced yet, and her right knee started to buckle. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't have been an issue, but in her rush to stand, Siena had forgotten about the lovely circulatory system. Blood rushed to her head, darkness almost blinding her, pulling her attention away from the fact that she was falling for the second time that day, though this time from a much less significant height. A faint gasp. 'Mistake, mistake mistake...!'

And she felt the knee give way to her uneven weight, instinct sending one arm to the nearest surface, which happened to be--

'Oh no.'

"-!'Chris had instictively took hold of her once she drew her arm towards him. With one hand holding her elbow and the other hand onto her back. Due to the angle of where she fell her head had inevitably fell on his chest. "A-are you alright?"He tried to hide a face flushed with embarrasement while having pushed her up back to her feet. His thoughts were wild. This was too much, why did he catch her? It was her own fault she fell, he should have just moved. Despite the conscience protest, he couldn't deny the thought that there was a part of him that wanted this to happen.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Familiarity at the support, though it wasn't quite the same. Not the same, trained movements that Maya and Gerwulf used, but something more instinctive. 'Bad.' As Chris helped her find her footing again, Siena could feel her mind throw itself into a whirlwind, most of them on a one way track to the topic she'd been trying to avoid. Home.

"S-Sorry! I-I'm okay." One breath, two. "Had a bit of a headrush..." Here, Siena brushed her hair out of her eyes, the strands having become unruly in the brief moment of instability. Mistake. That was too much like the home she wanted left behind her. "A-Anyways, um..."

"Ummm...you almost lost your head there for a sec", Rain teased, rattling the cuffs on his ankle as became slightly irritated against his skin. He looked towards Chris curiosuly, "Maybe we should go get something to eat for her? Still doesn't seem like she's doing well...but then..." his soft pretty gaze fell onto Siena, "you should be able to make the decision yourself. Think you'll be okay?"

"Well she's gotten herself this far, there's no need to treat her like a princess." He said to Rain as he took her hand. "I can make sure she won't fall on the way over. That is, if she wants too." He looked over to Siena for her answer.

"I'll be fine, I probably just stood a little too fast." Lie. She was exhausted, but Siena didn't let that slip past her mental filters. Instead, she gave a weak smile. "I'll be fine for the walk, but maybe you two could uh...tell me what exactly they've got on the table. I don't think I'll recognize most of it." Or...any of it, if the initial sidelong glance at the table had been telling. She was really starting to wonder why Gerwulf and Maya had decided she didn't need to know things that were evidently common knowledge outside of her ivory tower.

"Sure thing." Chris would let go of Siena's hand seeing she was alright, and began to walk over to the snack table with his hands in his pockets.

"So..." Rain began sweetly to Siena, watching with a blank expression as Chris went over to the table to fetch her some food, "I've been pretty curious since you two were discussing about your prior battle. What can you do exactly?"

Marcus had turned in his seat when Siena's voice caught his attention, but stayed where he was for a few moments. People were talking, and although he didn't recognize either of them, it would have been rude to interrupt. Instead, he sat there watching them, casually eavesdropping on the conversation. When Siena stood and subsequently nearly tumbled, Marcus has nearly shot out of his chair, but has stopped when Chris caught her.

So, he slowly sauntered over to their position, taking a casual lean against the wall. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, giving an apologetic look at the unfamiliar girl standing there. "How're you feeling Siena? Still a little shaky?"

He was curious to hear how she felt for more than just roommate well-being. It hadn't looked like she'd actually gotten hurt that much, so her unconcious condition must have been from her power usage, and he was interested to try and pry into the other side effects of such an ability.

Taking a moment to regain herself, Siena would have followed after Chris for the table, but evidently there were other plans for her. Despite every self-made reassurance that the brunette had given herself, since her arrival in USARILN East, she'd felt less at ease with her abilities than before. She'd been proud on the truck, but with necessity demanding strenuous use of names she'd never have considered otherwise... The logical part of her mind cut in, even as she tried to cobble together an answer that might be more useful.

She never got to finish making the answer as Marcus made his appearance, earning quite the mixture of emotions. Relief, concern, guilt. That should have felt worse than it did, but that side of her was still struggling to recover from being torn away. Not quite human. "O-Oh, um...I'll be okay." Her mind ran through the appropriate commands. Weak smile, hide the signs of fatigue. "I um...I'm sorry I uh...broke your arm..." Speaking of, it seemed like it had healed--that was a relief, at least. "I really, really didn't mean to..."

"Relax." Marcus said, holding up a hand to stop Siena from apologizing any further. "It wasn't actually you that broke it. It was already injured by the time you dropped in." he said, smiling and flexing his arm a little, as if to show off the lack of broken bones. He thought silently to himself; maybe bringing up their little sewage journey wouldn't be the best idea right now.

Knowing his luck though, it was probably on replay directly behind him or something. "Besides, we're back to tip-top condition! Wouldn't be mad even if you had - honest mistakes and all that jazz." His mind shot back to Kusari's apology; how much of this did he actually mean and how much was just him trying to reassure Siena? He had been mad, he was still a little bit ticked off, but that had been an accident too. Then the rest of Kusari's conversation shot through his mind, and he nearly went flush again. Maybe he'd worry about that later.

'Wait, I...didn't break it?' But his arm had most certainly been intact when they had started their game of flag-and-seek. Her mind went to her teammates, trying to piece together how it would have been broken in the span of two or three minutes. The confusion flickered across her face for a moment, and she could hardly do anything to stop it. At least his arm did seem to be back in one piece. "I don't think we're supposed to be making honest mistakes in a fight..." Well, Marcus had been her opponent, so maybe it wouldn't have been seen as an "honest mistake" so much as a "happy coincidence" in their case, but that was beside the point.

"I'm glad you're okay though. I guess I got off easy." Because she was a coward. The thought was abrasive, and more than enough to make Siena try and redirect the conversation a bit from the series of unfortunate events in their match. "A-anyways, um...I was just talking to Rain about--" Her powers. There was a part of the girl that wanted to wither a little at the realization that she was caught between a rock and a hard place. "...uh, what my powers can do."

The flower boy halted as Marcus interrupted and formulated a conversation between himself and Siena, "Mhmm!" Rain hummed softly, hauling himself up to sit on the cot next to the girl. "I was just curious about what she can do since this folder here doesn't really provide me with anything" he waved the folder around blankly. "But whats your name anyways?"

Jeeze. Did everybody get one of those folders? Did I miss that meeting, somehow?. This girl was the second person he'd seen that a complete folder about all of them. He hadn't raised an eyebrow when Angel had whipped out hers during the pregame meetup, having just assumed it was for all of them, but now this person had one too. Guy'd get self-concious if everybody but him had a portfolio of pictures.

"Marcus Howell, at your service!" he said, giving a slightly exaggerated flourish of the hand. "But I also respond to Marcus, 'Hey You', and 'Yo Dude Over There'. I don't think we've met?" This last part was a voice of slight confusion: he hadn't seen this person on the playing field, and he certainly hadn't seen this person in the classroom. Rain chortled at the jovial introduction of the blonde boy named Marcus. Finally someone else that was seemingly cheerful. Probabaly even more so than himself. His legs wadded back and forth off the side of the cot as responded, it was quite teenage-girlish to be honest, "Thats a cute name. I'm Rain. Pleasure."

He didn't make any move to stop Siena from explaining her power. He was curious as well; Angel's description of her power had only left him with more questions, and if she was explaining then this was a good time to listen.

By the time Chris had gotten halfway to the snack table, he noticed Siena had stopped some way back. With a glance he saw one of the boy's from the other team, this must have been Marcus. With a shake of the head Chris had returned to the scene in silence to make sure everything was alright. He made sure he stood somewhat next to Siena though keeping a space wide enough to avoid any more awkward situations hopefully

Flashing a faint smile at her roommate's usual antics, Siena quickly found herself back in the position of explaining herself. Great. That wasn't exactly what she had hoped for, but she supposed it was the lesser of two evils. "I er...I take names from writing and I can usually borrow powers from them." A pause as she thought about it. "Lots of rules about it and all, but it's pretty useful when you need something done fast."

Rain tapped his lips cutely, "Hmmm...so like, you can, for example...borrow the powers of a super hero from a comic or something?"

"That's...the easiest for me, yes," Siena claimed with a thoughtful pause. "Comic book heroes tend not to be too complicated, so they're good fallbacks." Less complicated, if a little shattered in psyche for the less cooperative ones. A faint pang of hunger told Siena that she wanted to get something into her, and she shifted her weight slightly. Just enough to slip back into a slow pace towards their original destination--slow enough not to detract from conversation, but enough to start them moving.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," Marcus said, shifting his position enough to let Siena by. "Who the hell did you pull to take us on that little jaunt through the sewers? Because that was a hell of a ride, let me tell you!" he said, nonchalantly pulling a cookie off the table and biting into it. Might as well lead up to the elephant in the room, before Siena got wind of it. Literally; depending on how well he'd scrubbed.

"O-Our what?" Sewers. She knew what names she had then, but Siena certainly didn't remember a--oh. Her mind went back to the rush of teleportations she'd used to try and speed her approach to Christmas before she'd been able to calm down. She hadn't...had she? She wouldn't have. Why, she hadn't even noticed that--

She looked down.

Her boots were grimy. Oddly only a small section of them. Grey eyes slowly made their way back up to Marcus, a light of horrific realization peering through them. "Oh no, I didn't..." The question trailed off.

Marcus smiled weakly, following her eyes down to the grime that covered her boots. He certainly had gotten the worst of it, if her shoes were to be believed. She didn't even know that there was an outfit of his waiting to be burned in the dumpster, or whatever happened to bathroom trash at this place. He'd been an unwilling passenger on a ride that poor Siena didn't even realize she was providing.

"Just a little bit. Yeah." he said, giving a shrug and an awkward grin. He refrained from letting her know that she had dunked him harder than a carnival clown at the dunk tank, but he wasn't exactly beating around the bush.

"I'm so, so sorry." Biting her lip faintly, Siena grimaced at the thought. When it came to teleportation without thought, she supposed she wasn't quite as good at controlling the ability as she thought. "It was Kurt Wagner though--uh...Nightcrawler. I just...used a weaker name to drag out the time..."

Chris had turned back to the snack table while the two conversed of their previous encounter. He was picking out various foods for his exhuasted comrade. 'Maybe some pretzels, or wait does she want something sweet? Cookies might do it..but wait what if she doesn't like sweet things. I mean she seems like she would but looks can be concieving. Should I ask her? No that would be weird, she's talking to someone else right now. Gah, this is too much effort.'
Thoughts continued to race in a newfound anxiety as Chris carefully picked out a tray of snacks and a beverage.

While having a meltdown, he crafted a tray of four cups of coke, a couple chocolate chip cookies, pretzels, potato chips, and mini subs. He had carefully moved back to the group being sure not to spill the tray. "I got everyone sodas." He said avertiing eye contact with the other three students. There was a hint of bashfulness in his expression, as if he was rejecting the thought of his 'friendly' actions.

"Yeah, it was...not a great time." Marcus said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. His attention was taken away by the apparent servant of the room bringing over a tray of snacks. Marcus's expression could be descibed as 'baffled'. He'd literally brought a tray over like he was a waiter. His eyes shifted from the tray, to Chris, back to the tray, over to Siena, and once at the new girl.

The gears in his head slowly turned, and clicked. Oh. Ohhhhh.

He shot a wicked grin at Chris, snagging a cookie of the tray. "But hey, I'm not here to make you feel bad about little accidental baptisms; I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" he said, looking over at his roommate. "If you're not about to faint and die, then I'll leave you to rest. I need to make sure the rest of my team is alive, anyway!. With that, he turned away from the group and made his way to Angel's position, but not before sending another evil smile in Chris's direction.

"He seems nice" Rain said to Siena as Marcus walked off, his head diverting towards Chris once he finally arrived with sodas, "Thanks! Thats so sweet" . Rain grabbed the soda from the boy with both hands and smiled, running his pointer finger over the surface of it idly, "So I know what she can do. What about you? Or...do you still wan't me to leave you alone?" he teased.

"Y-yeah, he's been friendly," and selfless, as far as Siena had seen. The brunette's attention was quickly diverted by Chris's return, her eyes peering at the tray. She recognized the most obvious, though some were of questionable identity. Smiling, Siena reached for one of the cups, a flutter of excitement in the back of her head at the realization that it was soda. Only a few days, and she was getting a carbonated beverage twice? Such liberation was almost relieving. "O-Oh, thank you! " The words were oddly genuine, though she supposed it was familiar to her. She'd certainly said the same thing to Gerwulf and Maya before.

"Hm..." Her eyes peered at the selection, curiosity at the unfamiliar ones and uncertainty at those that she could recognize. Siena glanced from tray to student for a moment before giving a nervous smile. "Er...do you have recommendations? I wouldn't even know where to begin."

Chris gave a glare towards Marcus that was borderline deaththreat territory the moment he flashed such a smile at him. He wasn't having it. Once he left, he looked to Siena who was deciding on what to eat. While she did, he looked to Rain. "I can turn into a dragon, if you didn't see in the camera.""Wow...a dragon..." Rain murmured dreamily. Chris then turned to Siena "Well the potato chips and pretzels are mostly salty and more of a filler food. If you want to eat some sweets then I recommend the cookies..and er, I think there was some candy up there too which I could get if you'd rather have that. Oh also, these mini sandwhiches are self explanatory, I hope." He was slightly nervous, made evident by his lack of a cold expression and speaking slightly faster then usual.

"Hm, well, I can't say I've ever had these before." Siena cautiously picked at one of the chips--small enough to fit in her mouth without making a mess, and certainly small enough to swallow if it turned out to be a mistake. Fortunately, while it wasn't quite a delicacy, Siena didn't find the taste or texture unpleasant. With a smile of approval, Siena did what was natural for her--just a simple action she'd done countless times with Gerwulf or Maya in similar situations. It was...unfortunate that neither of the two had ever told her about the implications.

She picked one up and offered it to the boy, holding it at mouth level almost expectantly. "Oh my gawd..." Rain mumbled wide-eyed. Was she really trying to hand feed him?


"-!" Chris was immediately suprised and flustered at the gesture. What was she doing, this was strange. 'Do I do it? Should I just try to back away or something.' While thinking he had looked around to see if anyone was watching. With only Angel in his attention area, Chris internally sighed before having accepted the chip Siena offered, his face was red as he took a bite from the chip.'This is so humilating.'

Rain just kept watching quietly, hands cupped over his chest as the tension built up. He was waiting to see how this romantic comedy would unfold. It was so cringe worthy he couldn't turn away.

'...is this weird?' As Chris's face earned some color, Siena found herself, once again, at a gap between what she expected and what was happening before her. Gerwulf and Maya, close as they were, had never hesitated once when Siena did the same. Hell, Gerwulf frequently directly requested aid when his hands were full, but Chris's reaction told her...maybe that wasn't quite right. Oops...she supposed? One more for the social cue bank, she supposed.

"E-Er, maybe we should sit so you don't have to keep holding that. I think we'll uh...have to critique the other team soon, r-right?" It wasn't the most elegant of saves, but at least it was something.

"D-don't worry about it." Chris stammered for a moment.
"Alright Rain."He waved her off before turning to Siena.

A slight giggle sounded into the air as Rain leapt off the cot and stretched, "Well..that was fun. But I think I'm going to look around a bit more before it begins. See you guys later then"

"You're right, we should sit closer to the cameras to watch. I think there's still some upfront seats over there." He explained as he began to walk towards a set of chairs in the front side of the room. Once seated, He placed the tray between his and Siena's chairs on the armrest. He would give himself a sandwhich as he looked toward the monitor.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@KOgaming
Bit overwhelmed at the moment, I'm afraid I'm going to have to drop this rp.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@KOgaming

Aye I'm here, sorry for the absence. I didn't have any plans for the edgelord for that moment, did your char talk to mine after? @The book of bad juju

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@Mr Allen J

Aye I'll probably get a post up later tonight.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

The Dragon Knight

⦋ N/A || N/A || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

APPEARANCE

Fafnir is a surviving mythological being. In his original form, the beast stands (on hind legs) 12 feet in height, 33 feet long (on all fours, most length is in the tail) and a wingspan of 28 feet. The beast has a five horns, blue keeled scales, a long hooked tail, and piercing yellow eyes. Multiple gold and iron studded bands are worn around his horns, arms, upper snout, tail, legs. ankles, wrists, and in a v over his chest, with a small plate on his underbelly embedded with sapphire.

In his usual, sealed form however, he is a 6'11" beige-skinned human with typical Aryan facial features and a muscular build. However he still retains some leaks of his inhuman nature in the form of his reptilian, glowing eyes, a pair of wings and a large, lumbering tail of purple keeled scales and a barbed tip.

His armor is fully plated iron, from head to foot, that fully conceals him. The only parts of him not concealed are his wings and his tail. The armor has various runes carved into it to attune with his Ki, as well as his large 6'0 lance he wields as a weapon.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Wise
Observant
Honorable
Cautious
Thinks more then Speaks
Vengeful
Not-very-Tech-Savy
Stuck in the past

A long fuse, but should that fuse be lit it can lead him into a much more animalistic nature

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Fafnir has always been intrigued in mortal culture. He is especially fond of the ideas of warriors and knights, especially after those that had failed to slay him in centuries past. Taking inspiration and wanting to humble himself in a new perspective, the dragon used his ki to seal himself into a weaker, psuedo-mortal form. Since then, he would have periods of roaming the world challenging other warriors or training his skills, or at time hibernate and relax in his lonesome for decades to philosophize or escape from any disasters the world had brought in his days. There were times where he even took the role as a teacher to young warriors that found him and took his fancy. However when earth's magic began to fade in history, Fafnir's activity started to slow down. He had lost motivation to be involved in the world, to fight opponents or teach mortal's his style. The world was changing rapidly, leaving behind the dragon as a fossil of earth's past. Forgotten by time and civilization as what could now be considered a mere myth.

What finally broke him from his melancholy-sleep was the desire to show the world his pride, the earth's roots in such ancient power. To become a nomad and not only reawaken the same thrill he got in battle, but too revive his race's long-gone legacy, was a newborn drive to his existence.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

FIGHTING STYLE

With the exception of being somewhat more nimble Fafnir is not as strong, nor as in tune with his ki in this false image, however he makes up for that weakness with the vast amount of generations he spent honing a finesse with weaponry. His primary tactics use a mixture of Ki power and his trusty lance, one that served him throughout generations.

Fafnir in his humanoid form takes the time to stay mostly defensive and study his opponents carefully, using what energy is necessary to protect himself and keeping the flow of battle steady so that he can conserve the rest for when he feels the opportune moment to unleash it. He often plays to what his opponent offers, even if his foe is weaker then Fafnir, Fafnir rarely goes anything beyond his foe's own level in that case, in the start of that fight. This is for both to take pleasure in the battle itself, but to once again, take time to study his opponent.

If he ever sheds his mortal form however, Fafnir's fighting style is a u-turn from his original style. Without any finesse or weaponry, He relies solely on ki-power and physical capabilities his form offers. Just as the Dragon-Form will often go all out at the very start of his transformation, his instincts become much more of primal fury, at some points even lacking self-control with how carried away his predatory nature takes a hold of him. For this reason he only uses his true-form as a last resort tactic, or if someone really infuriates him.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Fury Jab

Fafnir unleashes a fast, multi-thrust attack with his lance. Unless if he has the intention to kill, the thrusts will usually be aimed to impale the arms and lower torso, and/or any equipment the target may be holding.

■ Scalelord's Conquest

Fafnir Soars into the air then lands down upon his opponent with high velocity, down thrusting his lance to either impale the foe from above or to thrust it through the ground, in either scenario the landing produces an electric and pressure blast of ki around both him and the weapon

■ Burning Honor

Fafnir becomes engulfed in flames, as if the fire was an additional set of armor. These flames of course burn those that touch it, just like any other fire. Its brightness can also obscure his figure making long-range precision based attacks more likely to miss him.

■ Disarming Grasp

If unarmed, Fafnir can channel ki into his hand to create a powerful electric charge, which will either be used as a simple, powerful punch, or tip grip/choke hold an opponent at the right opportunity to deliver the full voltage of that energy.

■ Standing Dragon Wall

Fafnir becomes stationary in a position and raises his guard. A transparent wall made of concetrated ki forms infront of him (Stronger if holding a shield) that can lessen a great deal of both physical and ki-related energy. However it only faces the direction Fafnir is facing.

■ Rising Fire

Fafnir slashes or raises his lance in a sweeping motion, and a wave of flames spawn from the ground and rise up at an angle facing away from him.

SUPER MOVES

■ Tactical Swipe

Fafnir channels his ki to the lance's blade, giving it twice as much reach as well as a boost of fire- ki energy force, though the motion itself is slow the concentrated power is designed to break someone's guard and/or armor, if not a killing blow.

■ Raging Dragon

Fafnir summons a oriental dragon made entirely of ki and fire. Willed to charge and either smash or engulf a target with intense flames. Though the dragon's length can extend it's only half a body, with Fafnir's body being attached to where the dragon's lower half would be. The dragon disperses shortly after its initial attack.

■ Unmasking the seal

Fafnir reveals his true form, a monstrous dragon.

Dragon form

At this state, Fafnir is immune to heat-related damage, with scales (except the underbelly) having a durability of iron. In flight the form can be quiet fast and nimble in the air. Claws and maw that can crush stone. The dragon can also breathe a jet of blue fire from its mouth. The beast can also generate an electric current around its body in a short burst with a 1 minute cooldown. However, due to Fafnir having spent most of his days now in his sealed form, the seal had grown a tight lock on his true nature. Fafnir can only transform into his original state for a brief time of 5 minutes with a few hours of cooldown time.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Worst of worlds: In any situation, Fafnir starts out slow in his sealed form, or goes all out and reckless in his dragon form. It isn't difficult to take advantage of Fafnir at either strategy.

Prideful Vengeance: Despite his worked up tolerance, those that damage his pride can easily tear through his wisdom.

Greed: Fafnir's soft spot is treasure and gold, it is possible to bribe him with a great amount of wealth or something of such materialistic value, or a treasured weapon.

Physical vulnerabilities

In his dragon form, the underbelly is soft and vulnerable to attack.

Water can temporarily disable his fire and electric related Ki.