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Current Just saw Sonic 3. Looking forward to the next one, already lol
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I found out that Peter Cullen, the voice of Eeyore and Optimus Prime, himself, also provided the vocalizations for the Predator in the first movie. What can't that man do?
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I'm more excited for six days off of work than I am for the birthday I have that week
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Chime just told me my balance has seen better days. Yeah, I get it, I'm poor
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Just finished the last three episodes of Arcane. It was a good finale, but I think I'll need to sleep on it to really figure out how I feel about it
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In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Luna watched in horror as Marcus fell face first to the ground, her heart feeling as if it had stopped as she watched the mountain of a man crumble. For the first time ever since she left Eclipsis, she had finally found someone that reminded her of home, someone that felt familiar despite having been the first time they officially met. And he had been dealt what had to be a fatal wound and she was powerless to stop it.

She felt memories force themselves to the forefront of her mind and she clutched her head. The sights of corpses, the smell of burning flesh, the sound of screaming, of cannonfire and clanging steel, and even the taste of ash flooded her senses, as fresh as if they were happening in the present rather than fifteen years ago. Even the scar on her back burned as if it were fresh.

She fell to her knees as she started to hyperventilate. ”Stop…stop it, please…No…” she muttered as her eyes filled with tears. Then, just as it became too much, as she started to relive that hellish night all over again, it all went away. Her hands fell away from her head as she forced herself back into the present. Luna slowly lifted her gaze toward Captain Arbor, who still stood near Marcus’ body. She saw the white coat and felt a cold fury erupt in her chest.

”Way of Lunara: New Moon.”

Captain Arbor pulled on his weapon to free it from Marcus’ body, but found that it was seemingly stuck. “Even in death, you’re getting in my way?” he grumbled just before he felt a chill run through his body, like someone had walked over his grave. He quickly lifted his head to find that Luna was no longer where he last saw her. Instead, there was only a cloud of dust. He quickly looked around, turning his head left and right as he spun this way and that.

The veteran Marine had been in so many battles over the years that he had developed a sort of sixth sense for enemies, something that had helped him stay alive in even the most dire battles. Now, he couldn’t sense Luna no matter how hard he tried. It wasn’t as if she had just run away, either. He knew she was still there, if the feeling of dread was anything to go by, but he had no idea where she–

It was like he had been hit with a sledgehammer. Something had slammed into his jaw and made him stagger backwards a few steps. “W-where did that come from?” he muttered just as he felt another blow, this time in his stomach. Just like the first, the second impact was accompanied with a loud thump. He fell to his knees as he clutched his midsection, completely winded, only to be thrown to his back as another solid hit connected with his chin. He laid there in a daze before it finally clicked.

Coughing, he rose to his feet and yelled into the darkness, “B-before the attack…I did my research. I learned as much as I could about…your empire’s defensive capabilities…About your vaunted Legion…about the Way of Lumen…” He straightened up and added, “Everything I found pertained to the Luminos family. I could hardly find anything on the Noxes, only what was already public knowledge! But, there was a book I came across, an old one written by someone that visited your Empire a long time ago…It talked about a secret military your family controlled, one that operated from the shadows. I honestly thought it was just a story, but seeing you fight like this, I know it’s not! The Sicarii!”

He waited for another attack to come, but when none did, he continued, ”Your family commanded a group of saboteurs and assassins, didn’t they? Even the glorious Day-and-Night Empire had a dark underbelly!” As he spoke, he slowly backed up toward a tree. If I can just get in here, I can make my way back to the ship and mobilize the rest of my men! he thought as he backed into something. When he tried using his power, though, it didn’t work and he felt his blood run cold.

He quickly turned around and backed up, though he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. Looking up, he saw the dark silhouette of a woman standing in front of him. He couldn’t see any of her features except for her piercing silver eyes, as cold as steel, glaring down at him. ”And your point is…?” Luna said. There was nothing in her voice, no warmth, none of the emotion she had just moments ago. It was cold, steady, and every word felt like a blade poking at the captain’s throat. ”Your precious World Government isn’t any different. Every kingdom, empire, and government in the world needs people willing to do what others won’t.”

She slowly crouched, bringing herself eye level with the captain. ”Don’t get me wrong, Captain,” she continued, practically spitting out the last word, though her voice remained quiet and even. ”I don’t want to do this. When I fight, I want to enjoy it. But, when I fight like this, I can’t let myself enjoy it. It stops being a fight, stops being fun, and becomes...” She leaned forward and whispered into the captain’s ear, ”...an assassination.”

Captain Arbor swung his fist at Luna, but only met thin air. ”I hope you’ve made your peace,” Luna said. The captain spun around, trying to pinpoint where her voice came from, but he quickly found himself in the same situation he had put Luna in not that long ago. It was as if her voice echoed from every shadow around him.

”You’re not leaving here alive.”

Another heavy blow, then another, and another slammed into the Captain. The last moment before each strike hit, he saw a bolt of lightning as Luna cloaked her fists or legs in Electro, numbing wherever they struck while further empowering each attack. He couldn’t see where the strikes were coming from, couldn’t do anything to defend himself against them. He’d tried to guard his face, only to be struck in the stomach, or vice versa. He’d try to pick up a weapon, only to have it kicked out of his hand before he could get a good grip. He’d try to make a run for the trees, only to be tripped. The captain tasted blood and could hear a ringing in his ears, yet every strike was weaker than that first kick. He couldn’t understand it, he was powerless to defend himself, why wouldn’t she hit harder than she had been?

And then he realized: if Luna hit him as hard as she could, it would send him flying and he could use his power to phase into the first tree he came into contact with. It would take more hits, but Luna was purposefully holding back to make sure he couldn’t run away, even by accident! This woman’s going to torture me to death! he thought as fear gripped his heart.

The onslaught continued for a couple of minutes. The captain fell to the ground, groaning, his face swollen to the point of being practically unrecognizable. Luna reappeared in front of the captain and lifted him by his topknot, similar to how one would harvest a carrot. The captain groaned and whimpered, the words almost unintelligible, “P-please…no more…H-have mercy…”

Luna gritted her teeth. This man had killed so many of her people and almost seemed proud of it, yet here he was, asking her for mercy. Luna raised her fist, her eyes flashing with fury as tears brimmed in them. But, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had been trained as an assassin, as a Sicarius. She had the ability to take someone’s life, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

She wasn’t going to let herself go down that path.

She dropped her fist and tossed the captain at the base of a nearby tree. ”Leave. Get out of here before I change my mind.” When he didn’t immediately phase into the tree, Luna glared at him and yelled, ”I SAID GO!!”

Only when Captain Arbor flinched and slowly slipped into the tree did Luna relax. She sighed and turned her attention back to Marcus’ body. She began to feel sorrow replace the rage she had been feeling. She should have been faster, should have been stronger, then maybe she could have saved him. Instead, he had to die because of her, just like everyone else who had tried to help her.

She walked over to Marcus and knelt beside him. She placed a hand on his back and quietly said, ”I’m sorry, Marcus…I’m so, so sor–” She stopped when she noticed she could feel Marcus breathing weakly under her hand.
In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Interactions: The Team

Vincent watched Viktor from the corner of his eye as his comrade as the latter worked to reign in his frustration. When Viktor told him to go with him up to the fifth floor, Vincent only nodded and followed his comrade to the stairwell and up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He could understand Viktor’s frustration, barely having any clue as to what was going on up above, but he couldn’t bring himself to be as frustrated. Sure, he had never been in such a high risk situation such as this, his life having always been the one at risk, but because he had been on his own for so long, he had always figured things out as he went. Even the incomplete reports were enough for him.

He and Viktor made it to the fifth floor, where Vincent had just enough time to take in the scene: two bad guys were in the elevator, Cora had just started to blast them to kingdom come, and Daphne was talking to someone that didn’t immediately look familiar. Vincent focused on them for just a brief moment and realized he knew the almost bestial man. His hair was wilder than usual and his uniform was a completely different color, but Vincent realized he was looking at Kila. What really drew his attention, however, was the blood that coated his hands. Guess that explains what happened downstairs, he thought when he noticed one of the men, the other having been thoroughly knocked out, stagger to his feet. He shakily raised his rifle and Vincent was already moving before he could stop to think.

He threw himself in between his comrades and the remaining gunman, throwing his arms out to the side as he unfurled his wings, covering as much space as he could just as the bad guy pulled the trigger. Just as the first round left the barrel of the weapon, Vincent’s skin hardened, turning as black as the night sky as he rearranged the carbon molecules within his own body. He staggered backward as the first couple of rounds slammed into him, but quickly regained his footing. Whatever bullets didn’t hit his body, instead collided with his wings, either falling to the ground or harmlessly ricocheting away, keeping his friends safe.

The gunman lowered his weapon with a stunned expression on his face when he saw his shots weren’t having any effect on the young hero, who raised his head and grinned. A squashed bullet fell from his forehead and landed on the carpeted floor as Vincent’s skin returned to normal. He brought his wings down and launched himself across the room, quickly closing the distance between himself and the gunman. The man tried to fire his weapon again, but Vincent was too close. He closed his hand around the barrel of the gun and crushed the steel receiver with his power as his free hand closed around the man’s face. The last thing the gunman saw was the almost gleeful grin on the hero’s face before he was slammed against the far wall of the elevator. Vincent used some steel from his wings to bind the unconscious man to the wall before nodding at his good work.

”That’s that, then,” Vincent said as he stepped out of the elevator, ready to deal with whatever came next.
In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Luna ducked under the body of a Marine that had been sent flying by one of the bear’s massive paws. The animal had to stand at least fifteen feet tall on its hind legs, its shaggy brown fur thicker around its jaw, almost as if it had a beard, and parted in places by large scars. One, in particular, drew Luna’s attention: it stretched from the bear’s left eyebrow and ran toward the back of its head. Not only that, but was that bear wearing armor? ”Marcus?! What the hell are you doing here?! And why are you a bear?” Luna asked, unsure which of the two questions needed answering the most.

Marcus let out a loud roar and swiped his paw through a group of Marines. “Sorry, Luna, but I heard the gunshot and couldn’t stay back! We’re almost cleared out, but I left Rufus in charge of the retreat. As for why I look like this, haven’t you ever seen a Zoan user before?!” Before Luna’s eyes, Marcus began to shrink as he transformed into his hybrid form. As he lost about three feet in height, his forepaws morphed into five-fingered hands, each one still tipped with a vicious-looking claw and his snout shrank as his fur cleared from his eyes and scalp, giving his profile a strange combination between human and bear. His upper arms became bare while his forearms and hands retained their thick fur coating. His shoulders and neck widened and shortened, respectively, as the old veteran closed his eyes and cracked his neck. “Been a while since I’ve transformed,” he muttered. “It’s like exercising a muscle you barely use.”

Opening his eyes, he noticed Captain Arbor and let out a low growl. Noticing this, Luna asked, ”You know him, big guy?”

“Yeah, I tussled with him back on Eclipsis,” Marcus muttered. “He and his men caught up to us while I was loading people onto one of our triremes.” He pointed at the scar on top of his head and added, “He’s the one who gave me this, but I sent him running with his tail between his legs. We can handle him, but watch out for his Devil Fruit power. It lets him go into plants and move through the roots. If I can remember correctly, it’s easiest for him to move between trees, but be careful around any plants, just to be safe.”

So, that’s how he does it, Luna thought. As she started to think about how she could counter Arbor’s ability, she heard the Marine captain say, “Is that you, Prefect Istria? I thought I left you to die on that miserable island.”

Marcus let out a bark of laughter and replied, “It’ll take more than this little scratch to put me down. How’s your leg? If I remember correctly, I turned your femur to powder last time we met.”

Luna’s ear twitched and she looked more closely at Captain Arbor, whose face had scrunched up into an angry scowl. Sure enough, she could see that he was favoring his left leg. ”He sure wasn’t moving like he was injured a little while ago,” Luna muttered. Though Marcus had given her a hint what to take advantage of, the few seconds she had fought him had already told her it wouldn’t be easy. Just as she had that thought, she watched as Captain Arbor sank back into another tree.

“Well, when you can move between trees and roots like he can, you don’t really have to worry about using your legs,” Marcus muttered. He turned to Luna with an encouraging grin and added, “You’ve got this, Luna. I’ll keep his men busy. As young as you are, you’ve got a better chance of keeping up with him than I do.”

He patted her back and said, “Show this old soldier what the new guard can do!”

With that, he charged forward with a fearsome roar. Several Marines tripped over themselves as they tried to back up while the braver ones brandished their weapons. Luna watched as he charged into their ranks like a sentient battering ram and felt thankful he was on her side. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and she heard leaves rustling. Without really knowing where the attack was coming from, she jumped to the right just as Captain Arbor sailed through the air, his sword held straight in front of him as if he were doing his best impression of a spear. He disappeared into another tree and Luna let out a growl. ”Great, now the guy’s a freaking dolphin…” she muttered as she ducked under another flying attack by the captain. ”Actually, a swordfish might be more accurate!”

Again, she heard leaves rustle, this time from directly behind her and it clicked. She suddenly turned around just as the captain shot out of the tree behind her, his eyes wide when he saw her facing him head on. She caught his sword between her fists and said with a grin, ”So, that’s your tell! The tree shakes before you come out!” She pressed her fists against the captain’s blade and shattered it between the steel plates on her glove’s fingers.

She didn’t miss a beat with her next move and lashed out with her right leg, cloaked in light blue arcs of Electro, as the steel shards fell to the ground. Her shin caught the captain on the side of the head and sent him flying through one tree before he phased into the one behind it. “Your ears are sharp, princess,” he grunted, his voice seemingly coming from everywhere around Luna. That kick definitely hurt him.

”And now that you have a taste of just how hard I hit, how about you give up?” she suggested. ”I mean, now that I know how your power works and you don’t have your sword, you’re kinda powerless against me, aren’t you?”

“For now,” the captain said. “But thanks to the Prefect working his way through my men, there are plenty of weapons for me to choose from.” A moment passed before he added almost thoughtfully, “That said, I’ll stand a better chance if I stopped that monster from tearing my men apart, won’t I?”

”Oh no, you don’t!” Luna shouted as she ran through the trees, following the sound of combat. As she ran, she lashed out with her fists and legs, toppling trees in an effort to flush out the captain, but to no avail. If he wasn’t in any of the trees near her, then he must already be a ways ahead of her. Just how fast can that bastard move?! she thought as Marcus finally came into sight. He had wiped out almost the entire squad and didn’t seem any worse for wear, though Arbor was nowhere to be seen.

The old veteran noticed Luna as she approached and dropped the Marine he had been holding by the face. “Did you finish off–” He stopped as he felt something push into his back. Looking down, he saw the blade of a sword, crimson with his own blood, protruding through his chest, having pierced between the plates of his armor.

“Huh…” he muttered before he fell forward.
In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




Character Description: Sol is a very quiet, reserved individual, having learned from a young age to keep his cards close to his chest. Tactically minded, Sol is almost always thinking one or two steps ahead, both in his professional and personal lives, and as such, he doesn’t like surprises. While he’s a reasonable and rational kind of man, he has one main, driving force pushing him to put everything he has into what he does: revenge.

Character Goals: My goal in writing Sol is to provide a kind of foil to Luna’s story. While her side will mostly be somewhat similar to Luffy’s (adventure, action, and making connections), Sol’s will more or less be the opposite, focusing on his struggle to play the part of one person in the pursuit of his personal goal while trying not to forget who he is and where he came from, doing his best to always keep people at arm's length. Like Luna’s story, I plan on Sol’s side being very character-driven.

Organization: Marines
Occupation/Position: Captain
Starting Sea: North

Relations:

Dawn Luminos: Mother (Deceased)

Astrum Luminos: Father (Deceased)

Stella Luminos: Younger sister (Deceased)

Luna Nox: Friend (Deceased, to his knowledge)

Rachel Nelson: Lieutenant, second-in-command

Devil Fruit/Special Abilities: Sol is a gifted swordsman, having been trained to use one from almost as early as he could walk. His skill with the blade and mastery of his original style, the Symphonic Blade, are part of the reason why he was able to ascend to the rank of Captain at a young age, despite the fact that he doesn’t have the power of a Devil Fruit.

During his time with the Marines, however, Sol picked up a couple of new tricks: Skywalk (Geppo) and Shave (Soru), two abilities from the Six Powers. Due to the fact that he isn’t as gifted in physical strength or toughness as some others, he uses these abilities to improve his mobility in combat, making it harder for the enemy to pin him down. As skilled as he might be in these newer forms of fighting, though, there remains one more that he only uses as a last resort, given that it poses the biggest risk to his identity.

The Way of Lumen is a fighting style unique to his homeland, a style of swordsmanship that focuses primarily on speed. This sword-fighting style, taught from a young age, trains the user to move in ways that allow them to maximize their muscular system’s power and efficiency. While it’s possible to use this style barehanded, it truly shines when paired with a sword. A true master is said to be able to swing their sword fast enough to ignite the blade.

In lieu of this powerful fighting style, Sol has developed the Symphonic Blade, an original fighting style of his that makes use of his above-average speed, enhanced even further with Skywalk and Shave. Each attack is based off of a musical term and it’s said by some that music could be heard from his blade.

Sol’s greatest weapon, despite his skill with the blade, is his mind. While he’s a skilled combatant, his grasp of tactics have pulled himself and his crew from the brink numerous times.

Character note: Sol's eyes change color depending on his emotional state, which is a trait unique to his family and a big reason why he works so hard to keep his emotions in check. Depending on how intense his emotions are, his eyes will change from black to red, orange, yellow, white, and finally, blue.

Sample Post: Captain Maxwell Rackham stood at the bow of his ship, his hands resting on his saber in front of him. His white overcoat, the word “Justice” embroidered on his back, fluttered in the wind with his long, black hair. Sharp, black eyes peered out at the horizon from underneath his white cap, his expression inscrutable. The way he stood, his shoulders back, head held high, seemed to almost command respect, despite his age and the fact he was slightly shorter than average. And though he was quiet and often kept to himself, his crew respected and trusted him with their lives and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad about it, given his true goals. They were all good men and women, so far as he could tell, though he’d be the first to admit he doesn’t spend much time chatting with most of them. No, I can’t afford to feel guilty about that, he thought with a shake of his head. One of these days, even these people will be my enemies. I can’t get too close to any of them.

“Figured this is where I’d find you, Captain Max!” a cheerful voice said from behind him.

Maxwell let out a quiet sigh and said, ”Good morning, Lieutenant Nelson. Is there something you need?”

Lieutenant Rachel Nelson grinned and leaned against the railing next to her captain. She was only a little taller than Maxwell was and her long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, fluttered in the salty wind. “Well, a fight was brewing between a couple of the cadets in the mess,” she said, her blue eyes glittering with her smile. “I put a stop to that, though. Told them to mop the ship, inside and out, until they could make nice, again.”

Maxwell nodded. Lieutenant Nelson, despite her cheerful demeanor, never hesitated to mete out punishments and it was a big reason why Maxwell considered her his second-in-command. In truth, it was hardest for him to maintain his distance from her, in particular. While Rachel is more outgoing, her smile always reminded him of an old friend and he couldn’t help but feel an urge to get closer to her. “So, mind telling me why we’re heading east, anyway?” Lieutenant Nelson asked, pulling Maxwell from his thoughts. “We keep going this way, we’re gonna be crossing into the old Empire’s waters, eventually, and there isn’t anything out that way. Hasn’t been since it fell.”

”You know how pirates think,” Maxwell replied without missing a beat. ”If they think there’s any chance of easy money, they’d take it, wouldn’t they? I know it’s been fifteen years, but they might think there’s something worth looting from the corpse of an empire, hiding away in some nook or cranny.”

Rachel was quiet for a moment before she shrugged. “I suppose you’re right,” she relented. After another moment, she asked, “Isn’t there a blockade in place, though? How could pirates or anyone else get through that?”

Maxwell let out a dry chuckle and said, ”Pirates are pests and, like any other pest, they’ll always find a way to be where they shouldn’t. Like they say, where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

He turned his gaze out back toward the horizon and noticed a dark spot out on the water a ways out. A moment later, his baby transponder snail started to ring. When he answered, the man stationed up in the crow’s nest said, “Sir, there’s a pirate ship off the port bow. Should we give chase?”

”Go ahead,” Maxwell replied. He hung up, then turned back to face the rest of his ship. ”Prepare for battle!” he shouted. ”Ready the forward cannons! We’ll start off with a warning shot, see if they’ll make things easy for us!”

With a collective, “Aye, aye!” Maxwell’s crew got to work, hurrying across the deck as they made ready for combat. The sails unfurled to full and the ship began to speed forward. In no time at all, they were in firing range. Maxwell gave the order and one of the four fore cannons roared to life, firing a single shot. The cannonball sailed through the air and splashed into the ocean, narrowly missing the ship. Maxwell waited as the ship turned starboard, bringing their broadside to bare. “Looks like they wanna fight,” Rachel replied with a sigh.

Maxwell returned his sword to its place at his left side and took a step toward the bow of his ship. ”Tell the men I’m going over,” he told his lieutenant. Before she could try to stop him, he leapt into the air. He kicked out against the empty air hard enough to compress it under the sole of his foot, creating an invisible foothold that he used to leap through the air over and over again.

“Fire!!” the pirate captain shouted. The starboard cannons roared to life, sending a volley of steel toward the Navy ship that had caught up to them. He and his men were just starting out. They had only just stolen this ship and had yet to even come up with a name for their group, but they’ve already been presented with an opportunity to make a name for themselves by sinking a Navy ship.

The cannonballs landed in the ocean without coming close to hitting their target. The captain growled and yelled, “Don’t you idiots know how to aim a cannon?! What am I paying you for?!”

“We just set sail!” one of his men shouted back. “Besides, who made you captain?! I don’t remember that vote!”

“Keep up with that attitude and I’m throwing you overboard!” the self-proclaimed captain yelled back.

”That’s not a good sign. You all have just set sail and you’re already at each other’s throats?”

The deck of the ship suddenly went quiet as all eyes turned toward the newcomer. A white overcoat fluttered from his shoulders as he adjusted the cuffs of his jet black suit. His long, black hair, tied back in a high ponytail, flowed in the breeze. His appearance was so sudden that it was a long time before someone voiced the one thought on everyone’s mind: “W-where did you come from?!”

”That ship over there,” Maxwell replied, pointing back to his ship. ”My name is Captain Maxwell Rackham and I come here to present an offer to you all. Drop your weapons, put your hands over your heads, and allow us to take you into custody. Otherwise…” He laid his hand on the hilt of his sword and let the gesture finish his sentence.

A long few moments passed before the captain shouted, “What’re you waiting for, men?! He’s just one man! Send the other dogs a message and kill him!”

With a roar, the men all shouted and rushed at Maxwell. The Marine captain sighed and loosened his sword from its sheath with his thumb. ”It always ends like this,” he muttered.

”Symphonic Blade: Cadenza Della Spada!”

To the pirates, it would appear that Maxwell suddenly disappeared. Without warning, several cuts suddenly opened up on each of their bodies, almost simultaneously. The captain’s ears twitched as he watched his crew get sliced up and he thought he could hear…music? Before the pirates fell to the deck with pained cries, Maxwell reappeared behind the captain, his sword across the man’s throat. ”Don’t worry, they’re still alive,” he quietly told the pirate captain. ”I’ll give you one more chance: drop your weapon. I know I said they’re still alive, but if you don’t make your choice now, it’ll be too late for them.”

The pirate captain broke out into a cold sweat. He could feel the sharp blade just barely touching his throat. He knew that before he could even think about twitching a muscle, the Marine captain behind him wouldn’t think twice about pulling that blade across his throat. His eyes drifted to his crew, all of whom were laying on the deck, groaning as puddles of blood slowly spread out from their wounds. Gritting his teeth, the captain let his weapon clatter to the deck and Maxwell let out a sigh. ”Good decision,” he quietly said as he waved at his ship, signaling to them that it was safe to approach.

“I’ve never seen anyone move like that,” the pirate captain muttered. Even though Maxwell had introduced himself earlier, he asked, “Who are you?”

Several moments passed as the Marine ship approached. Maxwell sighed and slowly turned toward the pirate captain as he allowed some of his anger toward the people who had destroyed his home surface. His black eyes shifted into red, auburn, then into yellow, white, and finally a startling blue.

”Just a man trying to make things right,” he quietly said as reigned in his emotions, letting his eyes return to their previous black.

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In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


The approaching Marines, thirty in all, stopped when they saw the cloaked figure that stood in the middle of the path that led to the clearing a townsperson had told them about. They had been told that there was a moderately-sized group of bandits that had made their home in the woods of Corona Island and were giving the nearby civilians trouble, so they weren’t too surprised to see what had to have been a guard on watch. What confused them, however, was the fact that the guard didn’t seem to show any indication of warning their friends. “Who goes there?” an older man shouted. Other than his green hair, which was gathered up in a sort of topknot that resembled a tree, the most notable feature of his was the long, white coat that fluttered from his shoulders, the word “Justice” emblazoned on his back showing that he was at least a captain. “If you don’t answer us, we’ll be forced to–”

He didn’t finish. The cloaked figure suddenly dashed forward and leapt into the air. They landed in the middle of the group, right on top of an unlucky soldier. Without missing a beat, the stranger took hold of the Marine’s face and slammed his head into the ground, knocking him out cold, before they jumped to their feet and lashed out at the nearest Marine with a left hook. The last thing he saw before he fell unconscious were glinting silver eyes and a wide grin.

”Are they here for you guys?”

“I’m not sure,” Marcus said as he poured water onto a campfire. “Best I can figure, the guys who were harassing that family you told me about caused too much trouble and someone called the nearest Navy base, so they came out to wipe out a bandit camp, but they’ll find us, instead. Unfortunately, there aren’t enough here to even take on a full platoon of Marines, so we’ve gotta book it before they find us.”

”And if they do?” Luna asked, though she feared she already knew the answer.

“They’ll execute us on sight,” the old veteran sighed grimly. “The World Government most likely feels that they can’t afford to have any survivors from the Empire, afraid that we’ll gather a force large enough to start trouble, so they’ll wanna solve the problem before it becomes one.”

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind, making Luna and Marcus turn. Another scout ran up to them and said, “The Marines are coming up the path!”

“Shit,” Marcus growled as he looked around the clearing. Under his breath, but still more than audible for Luna’s sharp ears, he thought aloud, “We’ve still got supplies that need to be loaded and thanks to the scuffle with the princess earlier, we don’t have as many able bodies as we should…”

Looking around the clearing, Luna saw most of the men and women still carrying crates and barrels deeper into the woods, most likely toward a ship they had hidden away at the back of the island. When she saw some of them still had bandages on or were limping, she couldn’t help the twinge of guilt she felt. She took a deep breath and told Marcus, ”I’ll keep their attention, you focus on getting everyone out of here.”

“Out of the question,” Marcus said. “We just got our princess back, we’re not gonna risk losing her, again!”

”Thought I told you to stop treating me like a princess,” Luna sighed. She looked up at the taller man and continued, ”Listen, it’s my fault you’ve got wounded. It’d leave a bad taste in my mouth if something happened to any of you because I got a little…overzealous with my fists.”

She smiled and added, ”Besides, you told me that the Empire’s alive so long as there are people to remember it, right?” His face flashed through her mind and she added, ”If I let the Navy snuff out these cinders, then there’s no hope of that fire reigniting. No hope for him…”

Marcus looked at Luna in silence for a long time, then sighed. “Alright, fine,” he relented. He was quiet for a moment, then added, “Be careful.”

Luna was having the time of her life. There were only a couple of situations in which she felt she could truly enjoy herself: at a bar with a good drink in hand and equally good company nearby, or a good fight. She could feel her heart thrumming in her chest, the familiar rush of adrenaline each time she narrowly dodged a swing from a sword or dashed out of the sights of a rifle. Her senses were on high alert, her ears alerting her to the subtlest sounds and her sharp eyes picking out every detail of each soldier as easily as if it were the middle of the day. She was in the zone and she had found her rhythm.

She grabbed one Marine by the collar of his uniform and swung him in a wide circle, using him as a weapon to knock his friends aside, before she threw him at a group of three soldiers who had taken aim with their rifles. As they fell to the ground, one of them reflexively pulled the trigger, nearly missing Luna. She moved toward the rifleman with the intent of knocking him out before he could get back to his feet and get another shot off when her instincts suddenly screamed at her.

She jumped to the side just as an arm clutching a sword stabbed out at her from a tree. She gritted her teeth as the blade grazed her side, drawing blood. She held her hand to her wound as the captain stepped out of the tree as easily as if he were walking through a curtain. ”Well, that’s an annoying ability,” she grumbled.
“I’m glad you think so,” the captain replied as he aimed his sword at Luna, though he never took more than a step away from the tree. He looked around at his unconscious and wounded men, surprised to see that none of them seemed to have been killed, then turned his focus back on Luna. “It’s impressive that a lone girl like you was able to take on so many of my men by yourself. My name is Captain Stewart Arbor. Might I ask yours?”

”Sorry, Cap,” Luna responded, ”but chatting with you is kinda the last thing I wanna do.”

Captain Arbor regarded Luna for a few moments before he said, “That’s fine. In fact, I think I might know who you are. You see, fifteen years ago, I led my men to the island of Eclipsis under the orders of my superiors.” Despite her cloak, the captain could easily tell that his opponent had visibly tensed at the mention of the island. “I was under orders to not spare a single soul on that infernal island. I won’t lie, it left a bad taste in my mouth to order the executions of civilians, but I’m proud that I was able to help nip the rebel element in the bud before it became a problem. While there, I happened to catch sight of Emperor Nox, himself, as he fought one of my comrades. You move almost exactly as he did back then.”

A grin crossed his face as he finished, “The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Princess Luna?”

Without warning, Luna charged at him and threw a punch. The captain jumped back into the tree just in time and Luna’s fist crashed into the tree, splintering the trunk. He reappeared several yards away and called out, “Men, stand down! It’s clear none of you are a match for her, so I’ll handle her.”

Since the captain knew who she was, Luna decided it was time to stop holding back. Electro began to arc all over her body as she pulled her cloak off, revealing her snowy hair and wolven features. She wore a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath it and a pair of worn jeans. ”So, you were there,” she said, her voice low and dripping with barely restrained anger, ”and not only did you never stop to think about what you were doing, but you personally helped kill my people?”

She turned to face the captain and cracked her knuckles. ”You know, I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. I don’t like the mindset I need to be in to do this, but for you? I’ll make an exception.”

She took a deep breath and took a low stance. Her left arm hung loosely while she brought her right hand up toward her mouth, her hand curled in a loose fist. Gone was the grin she had when she fought earlier. The captain took a step back as he saw the look in her eyes; there was no excitement there. Her eyes were more like steel and as cold as the moon.

”Way of–”

A sudden crashing interrupted her as something large charged through the woods. She straightened up, abandoning her stance, ready to respond to the new threat. At first, she thought it was back up for the Marines, but she quickly realized it was coming from the wrong direction. In fact, whatever it was was coming from the direction the camp was. She let out a curse, thinking Marcus had left his men behind to help her, only to stop in her tracks when she saw the biggest grizzly bear she had ever come across tear its way through the Marines.
In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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"Sir, yes sir!" Talos responded with an exaggerated salute, despite being out of sight and on the other side of the floor. He stepped into the room housing the hostages on his side of the floor and said, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen, if you could please make your way down to the first floor, there's a moderately famous magic man waiting there to keep you safe! Yes, I know how that sounds, but you can trust me!"

The hostages looked at each other for a moment before they filed out of the room. Once the last person was gone, Talos followed them out and to the stairwell. He watched them descend the stairs, then turned to the door. Placing his hand on it, he fused the mechanism on the inside of the panic bar on the other side of the door, effectively locking it. "I'll try to remember to fix that after we're done here," he told himself, though he knew full well that was unlikely.

He began to ascend once more, passing by the third floor as he made his way straight to the fourth. As before, he opened a small hole on the fire door and peeked through, only to be surprised by what he saw in the room. He slowly opened the door and looked around. Cubicles were destroyed, office supplies and equipment had been broken and scattered everywhere. He heard someone groaning and stepped farther in to find the burglars that had been guarding the floor, bloodied and broken, but alive. Vincent spread his wings, then condensed them into three pairs of swords that floated around him, his instincts telling him that whatever did this to these men was nothing he wanted to go easy on. "Hey, Talos, here," he said over the comms, surprisingly serious. "Found a couple more bad guys, beaten to within an inch of their lives. Still breathing, though. The fourth floor's a mess, but other than that, there's no sign of who or whatever did this."

Just then, he heard noise coming from a nearby room and aimed his swords at the closed door. He walked up and opened the door to find the hostages, terrified but okay. Relaxing, he continued, "Found the hostages. They're scared, but they don't look any worse for wear." To the hostages, he said, "I need you guys to make your way to the first floor. Your coworkers are all there with one of my friends keeping them safe."

As the hostages made their way to the stairwell, Vincent asked, "What, now? Should I start looking for whatever's doing our job for us?"
In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
My favorite Devil Fruit is a toss-up between the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and (after the episode before this newest one) the Op-Op Fruit. Lightning is just awesome, with how flashy and powerful it can be, and Law's use of the Op-Op Fruit was really cool to see. The Magnet-Magnet Fruit has turned out to be a lot cooler than I would have expected, too.

As for what powers I'd give my character, I originally wrote Sol and Luna as analogs for Apollo and Artemis, so I gave Sol fire powers and Luna control over ice. As such, I'd probably give them the Flame-Flame and Ice-Ice Fruits, respectively. The Phoenix Fruit for Sol and maybe Okuchi no Okami for Luna could be good alternatives, as well.
In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


It had been a night like any other, warm and with a clear sky, and the full moon shone down on the capital island of Eclipsis. The ruling family of the day had gone to bed, leaving the Noxes, Luna’s family, to oversee the night. A majority of the Legion had gone off duty and were enjoying the night however they saw fit, whether that be drinking at one of the taverns that dotted the city or sleeping, while a few remained on duty and kept the peace.

At seven years old, Luna was the complete opposite of the woman she would grow to become. Shy and quiet, she was almost never far from her parents, hiding behind their legs whenever they stopped to talk with anyone, other than the daytime rulers and their young prince. She would often accompany her father whenever he made one of his frequent trips into the city, oftentimes practicing what she had learned from her Sicarius mentor. Despite her best attempts at stealth, however, her father always knew she was tailing him from the moment he left the palace. He would never punish or even get upset with her, however, and would let her join him as he made his way through town, often to a tavern to talk with visiting sailors and pirates.

Tonight was no different. Luna sat in her father’s lap as a pirate regaled them with a tale of how he had single-handedly brought down a massive Sea King. Luna’s father, Emperor Comet Nox, was a tall wolf Mink with snow-white fur and startling blue eyes. Normally, as in when he was doing his work as the Nighttime Emperor, he would be dressed in his regal attire, his tunica palmata, which was a purple toga trimmed in gold, but whenever he went into town to mingle with the people, he wore a simple tunic and breeches.

The pirate was in the middle of talking about how he had decapitated the Sea King with a single strike when the door to the tavern suddenly burst open, drawing everyone’s attention. In the doorway, desperately trying to catch his breath, was a footman from the Legion. He looked around until he spotted Comet and breathlessly said, “T-The Navy’s here…They’ve surrounded the island and have opened fire on the forts…” He drew in a deep breath, then added shakily, “They’re here for war.”

Things happened quickly from there. Luna remembered being carried by her father through the city as he ran faster than she had ever seen. She remembered his startled grunt as a Legionnaire jumped out of an alleyway and swung his weapon at Comet, wounding the emperor before he could put down the traitor. “That’s how they made such short work of our defenses,” he had growled as he started to run again, ignoring the cut on his arm. “How many of our men did they turn?”

A huge impact slammed into the ground behind them, throwing them to the ground. Comet held Luna close to his chest to shield her from the landing, then quickly jumped to his feet. Comet let out a low growl and slowly set his daughter down behind him. “Damn. It just had to be you,” he said. Without turning, he said, “Luna, I need you to run and don’t look back, no matter what. Use your training. Try to find your mother, don’t trust any soldier or Sicarius.”

Luna looked around Comet and saw the silhouette of a man, black against the amber light of the flames behind him, a long coat fluttering on his shoulders. ”B-but, Papa–”

“Don’t argue!” he snapped, yelling at Luna for the first time. Slowly, his body began to grow as a soft light shone from him. His fur grew longer and thicker and Electro sparked from his body like a thunderstorm as he used the full moon to enter his Sulong form. “I can’t fight him and protect you at the same time! I’ll find you later, just run!” he commanded her, his crimson eyes locked on the man in front of him.

The man took a step forward, but Comet charged at him. “You’ve got me to worry about!” he roared as he swiped at the man. Luna, tears in her eyes, turned and ran, doing her best to ignore her father’s cries of pain.

Luna woke up to find herself laying in a cot in one of the ramshackle buildings Marcus and his men had built. She ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh as she stared up at the underside of the bed above her. ”Haven’t had that dream in a while,” she muttered quietly. She slowly sat up and looked around to find herself alone in the room. Guess I drank too much and someone carried me in here, she thought, cradling her throbbing head in her hands.

It was then that she noticed two things: it was still dark out and the sounds she heard weren't from a party. She could hear Marcus as he shouted orders to strike the camp, then an order to wake her up. Taking that as her cue, Luna stood up and left the building to find all the fires extinguished and the men hurriedly gathering supplies. ”What’s going on, Marcus?” she asked.

The mountain of a man turned, surprised to see that Luna was already up, then his face quickly grew grim.

“The Navy's here.”
In One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Alright, I thought long and hard about this. These are Luna's first impressions of everyone:

Rico: I feel like Luna would ultimately like him. They're similar enough in their headstrong personalities and she'd respect him for chasing after his dream, despite what others might think. Those similarities would no doubt lead to them butting heads here and there, but I feel like they could be good friends.

"He seems like a good guy and all, but gods above, is 'loud as hell' his only volume?!"

Morgan: It might be a strange viewpoint for an ex-princess, but Luna does not like politicians. As far as she's concerned, they're all liars, holding one hand out in kindness while getting ready to stab you in the back with the other. While she would respect Morgan for his goals, she wouldn't put much stock in what he would say until she saw, firsthand, his actions speaking for themselves.

"Let's see if all this talk about wanting to do good for his people has any weight when he gets where he wants to be."

Suiten: I feel like Luna would see a kind of kindred spirit in Suiten. Though their circumstances are about as different as they could be, she not only understands how being away from home feels, she can also understand what it's like being so different from everyone else. While she wouldn't understand half of what Suiten finds interesting, she could appreciate the passion the young mermaid would have.

"She seems a little too into herself, but she seems like a decent person. I like her."

Haku: Luna would probably have the hardest time warming up to Haku, given that the Marines had destroyed her home. Despite that, though, she understands that not all Marines are to be blamed for that, especially someone as new to the organization as Haku. Given enough time, she could warm up to him, I feel, though it would be very slow going.

"Other than the whole Navy thing, my only other gripe with him is that he's too damn quiet."

Annabelle: Given their similar professions, Luna could probably get along fairly well with Anna. Their methods are about as different as night and day, just like their personalities, but her time on her own has taught her that some people have to do whatever they can to get by and she's no different.

"Besides, I wouldn't mind having a sniper watching my back in a fight."
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