druidquest

HEROIC

i am coughing up a post onto your carpet

HEROIC

Bouncer blinked once. The shouting of the cops had cut out all at once, like a radio that had been flipped off. The wall of the building had begun to crumble and fall away, the ant woman coming down with it, and Bouncer took a step back as the rubble scattered around her ankles.

There was a tug on Bouncer’s arm - one of those goth gay guys from the other day? He released her and she rubbed at the lingering sensation of his hand on her arm as he led her through the streets, only half-hearing what he said. Did he know Kitsune? Probably. The other guy was also dog themed, so maybe they were all buddies or something like that.

They found her brawling with some of those punks. They all moved sluggishly like they were caught in slime, though their movements quickened by the moment. The goth guy stopped her, which made sense to Bouncer. These guys didn’t seem like they’d be much fun to go at it with. Too twitchy and weepy. Wait, “distraction”? Distraction from what? And-

“Who’s ‘they’?” Bouncer spoke up, chasing after the goth guy as he sped off. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt something tugging at her floundering memories. There was the- the guy, from the burning office. He’d mentioned others. It wasn’t the same people, right?

The goth guy responded by saying a lot of words that didn’t mean anything to anyone, probably. Was Grim the other goth guy? The name sounded vaguely familiar. Wait, this guy had a wife? Did his boyfriend know? What’s the FBI? Bouncer vaguely recalled the wolf woman and her boys mentioning them once or twice.

Joel introduced himself after dumping a whole bunch of sentences into the street. “Whatever,” Bouncer replied when he asked after her name, waving the question away with her hand. She almost jumped when he turned toward her then. “What?” she responded dully before processing his question. “Uhm…”

Bouncer pointed toward the end of the block. “About that far,” she answered, one hand on her hip. “I can’t take anyone with me. I can take stuff I’m holding, I guess, but if I try to bring anyone with me I’ll only take whatever’s directly touching my hands.”

“...I’m not a taxi service.”

Strawberry Romantic

hi zombie

Strawberry Romantic

@Silver Carrot though if you wanna be really specific about it theophania doesnt correspond to any specific timeframe. her armor if 15-1600s, her role as knight-errant is a trope popularized by chivalric romance in the 11-1300s, her name is roman, and her power being described as a "peculiarity" is a quirk lifted straight from welsh triads (7-1200s)

kammu on the other hand can have his death specifically dated to between 1880 and 1886, which marked the tail end of geronimo's campaigns against the mexican and american militaries

anyway the witch of the waters is talking to samantha, not mina.

also this is an understandable mistake since it was discussed in the OOC and not stated in the main thread but the rp's location is left intentionally vague as to whether its in japan or america. i didnt want anyone to feel tied to either, so we're all encouraged to mix and match details from both

Strawberry Romantic

only her drip

theophania is actually in the 500-900 range, based on king arthur and charlemagne

HEROIC

dont bark at me im sick and dying

Strawberry Romantic

small post for now, sorry again for the delays ^^;;

Strawberry Romantic

Mina looked up as the viking boy called out to her, letting the tip of her sword rest against the ground. She gave him a weird look as he raised his hand to request a high-five. Was- was that it? They beat the bad guy stealing souls and his army of evil bird monsters, yay, go team? Like they were some kind of sports club? Like true she was a totally amazing badass who had just saved the world or whatever, but still!

Mina felt someone nudge her shoulder, turning her head briefly to catch sight of the knight lady. “You shouldn’t leave your comrade hanging,” she said, and Mina would almost swear she was smiling at her.

Seriously? This girl too?! Did they even have high-fives in the dark ages? Geez! Well, whatever. Mina raised her hand in defeat, wincing slightly as the boy’s palm slapped against her own. Yay, go team.

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The Witch of the Waters raised one finger to halt the girl’s flood of questions. “All things in their order,” she said before lowering her hand. “The birds are harmless, I believe. You needn’t worry over them. As for the rest, we should have the others join us, first. If I am to field questions, they should be present to hear the answers.”

She clapped her hands together, a bright grin spreading across her face. “Now! I don’t suppose there is a suitable place nearby for a private gathering of heroes?”

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The man folded his arms over his broad chest, leaning against the wall out of sight of the street. He had watched much of the battle unfold from here, leaving the boy to his own work as he had requested. A foolish mistake, as he had expected from the start.

“What’s to be done, then?” he asked, paying no mind to the pigeon cooing by his feet. The boy’s capture was his own fault, not the man’s, but it still needed correcting. His eyes narrowed at the words echoing in his mind - leave him? He was a fool, true, but-

Ah. “Very well,” he relented, lowering his head at nothing.

An understandable if unfortunate decision. They hadn’t been aware of any warriors prior to this, and it would be prudent to gauge their total strength moving forward. The stormcaller in particular was concerning - she had done little thus far to demonstrate the extent of her power, and their ignorance of that matter made her dangerous.

He would withdraw for now. If further action were to be taken, it would not be today.

Strawberry Romantic

sorry ive been slow to reply everyone, my area's in the middle of a heatwave and i have to spend a lot of time at work so i aint been feelin great lmao

HEROIC

tuesdays are always like this