Invisible Man

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Eve - Bold Tone Creamery

@liferusher@Lugubrious

Eve rubbed at her chin in thought, however, she was surprised to find that even the fat folds managed to make their way to her chin! It felt like a stress ball. The curious Necromancer then promptly forgot about what she was thinking about, squeezing the fat in an almost child-like manner. What Eve had been originally thinking about was Nero's opinion over the matter of Ayame's request. She would agree that her thin body had some downsides, but this large structure had their negatives as well, but both had positives at least. Although, the phrase that kept her most interested was when Nero said some people were better at hiding their misgivings than others. She felt like he was trying to give off a subtle message about his psyche, and she would say that he was rather good at hiding things from her. Eve had absolutely no idea that Nero seemed to like bigger girls rather than the lanky ones, but she was being unobservant at the time, she just needed to keep a closer eye on him to try to help him through whatever he is trying to face alone in his mind.

Still rubbing his chin, she glanced over towards Ayame to find her face buried in Nero's shoulder, a common sight between the two. Although, once she removed her face to look at Eve, she looked lightly amused towards the girl. Eve thought about it for just a couple of seconds before replying to her with a hearty smile. "I wouldn't exactly say I want my old body, but I also wouldn't say that I want to stay in this body. I'm fine with either, I'm just generally amused by this new body since I've never seen so much fat on myself! Though if Nero decides to change me back, than I would be fine with having my normal body. I like them equally, just as I like everything around me." Eve was satisfied with her response, getting up from her chair as Ayame suggested her place in mind. "I'm fine with going to some place new or exciting. We've rested our bodies and cooled our heads! Nothing can stop us now!"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Shuai Taidan Vs. Jorie Ngo

Fighting class, huh? The cheery senior flicked back a few strands of his silky hair, now dyed a glossy silver. Taidan had, since the end of Aura Control class, changed up his style quite a bit, now clad in a garb that could barely be considered a school uniform. As a self-proclaimed "master of disguise", it would be totally boring if he were to wear the exact same thing all the time, and so military dress-esque outfit had been replaced, switched out for a tight, hooded and orange blazer, as well as grey jeans with hems that had been tucked into his boots. And it would be this new set of clothes that he would be wearing into the fight he had been assigned.

He didn't (to much disappointment) know his opponent too well, though from his vantage point against the railings of the arena, he could see that Jorie Ngo (located on the other side of the field), was a Faunus girl with a ... oooh, giant claw arm. He'd never seen something like that before. Would really be exciting to check out.

Fire lit beneath his boots, and Taidan ascended over the rails, his wind and fire wheels carrying him onto the battlefield. He wasn't the big fighty-fighty fellow on his team, but he was going to do well! Maybe. Possibly? He was going to have fun at least! Not every day that you fought someone with a giant claw arm. Was she a squid? Or a kid? A kid that was a squid.

He pushed the rambling thoughts out of his mind. What type of character was he today? A punk? Some other type of weirdo? It was always hard keeping in-character with new and original costumes.

But that was the fun of it.

"Hello there!" he said in greeting, leaving the questions of identity while in costume to a later date. "Shuai Taidan, nice to meetcha!"

Jorie was feeling anxious, there weren't too many places to hide within this area, and fights with other people wasn't her specialty. She preferred to stick to the back, allow her teammates to distract the monsters and fire at the most opportune times. Fighting other people, or fighting alone did seem to negate her strategy as the little shrimp would be the only target. She moved her tongue around her dry mouth, Jorie wondered who her opponent was supposed to be, she hoped it was someone that fought far away as well.

The shrimp continued to look around, and at a distance, her eyes seemed to catch somebody at the railings! Jorie tried to determine the far away person, but her eyes couldn't focus too far without her glasses. The girl always tended to dislike her glasses due to the constant struggle to not accidentally break them with her other arm. She tried peering closer at the distant image, and was that... A human? Jorie let out an exasperated sigh, it seemed that her glasses were necessary for this difficult situation.

Making sure her normal arm was the one that was moving, she reached inside of her deep pockets within her large hoodie to pull out a large pair of glasses, the frames colored to a dirty white with the lenses fairly thin. Placing them on her face, she looked up to find the person flying in the air, that was't normal! Jorie quickly flipped over her hood, the piece of clothing enveloping her entire head.

Left in the darkness of her hood, she was feeling pretty nice, her little hiding place always seemed to calm her down, and it was always fluffy and warm! A few seconds passed, and in those few seconds her heartbeat stabilized as well as her breathing. It didn't take long for the other person to greet her, Jorie guessed that the person managed to find her hiding spot, so she had to reveal herself to the open once again.

Lifting up her hood slightly, the first things that popped out were her antennas. The paper thin appendages swinging randomly around the air trying to see if there was anybody close enough for them to feel. She continued to slowly lift up her hood, revealing her eyes to Taidan with a light pout to her face. "Hello," Jorie mumbled, "I'm Jorie Ngo, its nice to meet you as well."

Ah, so she was the shy type of person. That explained the hoodie and general awkward demeanor. Taidan fired off what he considered to be his most dazzling smile, gleaming white teeth almost radiating light and cheer at his opponent. Hopefully it was reassuring? Nice? He didn't know, but he was already sorta feeling bad about fighting this girl. Especially with the antennae. They were adorable-looking! Like a shrimp's! No wait was she actually a squid?

The ponytailed Hunter peered closer, leaning his body over. Yep, squid! Claws, check. Antennae, check. And ... didn't shrimps like the dark? Check?

He was going on tangents again. Needed to fix that.

"Looks like we know each other now," he chirped, posture springing back up as so to ensure that his back was ramrod straight. He crossed his arms together. "Awesome, sooo ... wanna get this shebang started?"

Taidan paused. Wait, he was forgetting something.

What was it?

Ah right, the gas masks!

With a grace that was most definitely brought about by practice, he slipped a gas mask out from his jacket, sliding it over his face. The nature of his weaponry meant that it was best to keep such things on-hand; aura was snazzy, but it was always better to be safe than sorry and rely on more than just the natural healing powers of his soul.

"Take this," said Taidan, voice tinny beneath the mask as he threw another mask towards Jorie. "It'll keep out the carbon monoxide."

The shrimp started to pull upon the excess fabric of her clothing as Taidan seemed to get closer into her personal bubble. Jorie wished that she wasn't alone in this fight, she always seemed to be the worst in these types of sparring matches, but at least it wouldn't hurt too much... Right? Jorie, still petting her clothing, looked over towards Taidan to find that he was smiling with quite a grand smile! Although, that wasn't reassuring at all, in fact, it most likely made her more anxious to get in this fight. Smiling before a fight? Do they like fighting a lot? Am I going to get beat up? The Shrimp lightly groaned, she didn't want to do this, not one bit.

She lowered her head down as soon as her opponent started to lean towards her, most likely inspecting her strange parts around her body. Jorie was fine with people looking at her, but if the person was someone that was going to beat her up, she was less gung-ho about the entire situation at hand. "Uh... I guess... soon." She mumbled once again, Jorie has always had the problem of being awkward when she was born. Her entire family was like this, and even though she knew that being sent to a school full of strangers would just make things bad for her, she thought that meeting new people would cancel that effect... It didn't. The Shrimp began to aggressively pet at her hoodie before her eyes caught some kind of sudden action by Taidan.

Looking up at the floating person, she found that his face had changed as well! She had half the mind to just hide again, but she managed to stop herself after realizing it was simply a mask. However, she didn't exactly know what type of mask that was donned upon his face. It looked slightly spooky, but kind of cool at the same time? She didn't know much about fashion, hence why she wears mainly just clothes that comfort her rather than trying to look better. Suddenly, in the middle of thought, Jorie had been tossed another mask in the same design. Fumbling to grab the mask, she managed to get a tight grip and hugged it to her chest. Tilting her head at the design, she looked at Taidan to discover that it was supposed to protect her from something, carbon monoxide? Sounds very dangerous... Jorie doesn't pay attention in school very much, it's a wonder how she had made it so far.

"... Thanks." The Shrimp said, failing to mumble this time. She donned on the mask, her face slightly uncomfortable due to her glasses pressing against her face. "Do we start now?" She shall regret saying those words.

"Sure. Early worm catches the bird and all."

Or was it the opposite? Taidan wasn't actually a Valian native, so his grasp of the more unfamiliar idioms was a bit lacking. Still, it didn't matter, because the ponytailed Hunter's wind and fire wheels activated once again, sending him rocketing upwards into the air. The rush of ascending was always so exciting. The feeling associated with flying even moreso. It was the adrenaline, maybe. But irregardless, he was in a fight now. An assessed fight. No recreational flying unless his grades kept up!

"Here I come!" he called out, the tinnied voice echoing across the arena.

His spear snapped to attention. Huojian, his mighty, dignified qiang of nearly twenty feet, seemed to glow blood-red and silver in the light of the room. This was his instrument of war. This was his beauteous tool of battle. And it was one with him. They were one. Their blood was burning, a crescendo of noise and heat that had reached its tipping point. The blade of his weapon shifted.

Chongli had arrived.

And the napalm began to fall.

"Huh?" Jorie questioned, right before Taidan blasted off into the sky. She instinctively held her arm against the wind to protect her face, even though it was already covered by a mask. When she lowered her arm realizing that putting it up was useless, she looked up to find her opponent high in the sky rather than standing on the ground. She fidgeted nervously as Taidan kept on rising, she wondered what kind of attack that this guy was going to bring into this arena.

She would figure out soon enough as Taidan yelled out something to her, and she stood to attention, the fight was going to get physical now. Jorie watched as the rather long polearm started to shine in a rather worrying manner. Was it always supposed to look this intimidating? The Shrimp swallowed her spit as the pitch from Taidan's weapon started to get higher and higher. Jorie should have already been on the move, but she was quite frozen in place, and things began to fall from the sky. That shook Jorie out of her shock.

The Faunus looked at the gelatinous falling down beneath her, assuming that the stuff was bad, Jorie instinctively yelled out her move, mainly due to the pressure surrounding her.

"Bubble Shield!" Jorie cried out, covering herself with both of her arms as the napalm was dangerously close, and right as they were about to hit her... They stopped in mid-air. Frozen for barely a second, yet another high pitched sound entered the fray. The globs of napalm almost as quickly as they fell down, went straight back up towards the sender. This was due to the high pressure bubble surrounding her, causing all projectiles to fling off of the shield.

Jorie, still rather nervous, uncovered herself to find that her shield had worked, and it was time to do the second part of the move. Raising her claw towards Taidan, the shield composed of tiny bubbles of pressurized air could only last for a few seconds, and she wasn't going to waste them. Opening her claw, she aimed at the flying opponent.

Click

Is what the sound made when Jorie closed her claw with blinding speed, a shock-wave combined with the force of pressurized air popping to give it that extra power to shoot down almost anything. It was a risky tactic blasting apart her own shield, but one on one fights needed to be ended quickly or Jorie would be overwhelmed. She opened her claw once again, opening took longer than closing, anyone could see that, and she fired yet another invisible shot towards Taidan.

The first lesson that Taidan had learnt back in his toddler days, flying on a magic carpet he'd stolen from ol' Kibro, was that getting out of the way of anything that looked like a projectile, whether it be invisible or not, was a really good idea. So it was with good cheer that he rocketed from spot to spot, his qiang continuously dropping waves and waves of napalm down below, the sizzling liquid burning away with great intensity as they crashed down into the arena. The presence of his opponent's shield ability meant that he'd have to change up his tactics, now seeking to flood the battlefield with as much fire as possible. At temperatures of over a thousand degrees Celsius, the mixture was already burning through the ground, flowing through the grooves and gouges to encircle Jorie in a ring of fire.

Smoke was already beginning to fill the air, the light of raging flames all that was visible through the clouds upon cloud of grey and black. Even from his position so far up in the air, the flying Hunter could feel the heat radiating from the ground. Hopefully Jorie had put on the gas mask properly. He didn't want her to asphyxiate in the CO-rich air down below. Oh yeah, and the fires. Getting burnt by napalm was really painful. He still had burns from the accidents.

Jorie was panicking, none of her attacks seemed to connect with her opponent and this stuff that keeps pouring down from the sky was starting to become even more troublesome than it first appeared. When she finally noticed the material starting to burn into the ground the heat was starting to become unbearable, and as her breathing become ragged from the blistering heat, the gas-mask that she wore seemed to only inhibit her breathing as the vision around her started to blacken. However, the darkness that was covering her eyes was the smoke bellowing from the fires, rather than her vision blurring from the lack of air.

Panicking, Jorie gripped at her mask, the fires raging outside of her decaying shield as her vision started to get even hazier. The idiot, without putting anymore thought into the action, tore off her mask, hoping that her breathing regulations would calm down the frenzy beating through her heart. However, when she took a big gulp of the tainted air, the soot that she greedily sucked in was viciously coughed right back up. Jorie soon realized her almost fatal mistake, and she stopped breathing all together.

A few seconds passed, the shrimp was just delaying the inevitable. Her mind was unable to think properly from the fires, the burning throat, and her burning lungs only added to the confusion raging through her mind. She had no where else to go.

Dropping to her knees, she looked at the ground, her eyes burning at this moment with her lungs unable to keep hold of what little air she had inside of herself. Suddenly, Jorie's mind came up with an idea, either from the large amount of adrenaline rushing through her veins or the oxygen deprived brain, her mind had come up with an idea.

In the sky, Taidan would watch the fire raging down below, a few seconds have passed after Jorie had fallen to her knees within the thick smoke covered area. The sound of fire burning through the field was the only thing to be heard, but as the seconds continued to count down a single snapping noise was heard.

Jorie, her face and clothes covered smoke came bursting out of the sea of the dangerous element. A look of fear and panic still etched on her face, she took a deep inhale of air as oxygen seemed to be rich out of the sea of death, and the Shrimp almost reaching the point of altitude turned towards his direction. And just by the look of her face, Jorie was still afraid, but at this point, all could see it in her eyes that it was her pure determination that made her get this far.

Just as she reached the vertex of her blast, Jorie and Taidan face to face in the sky, she leveled her claw straight towards the man, and fired.

Eh?!

Picture the situation. You're a pretty awesome guy, floating around in the air and setting the entirety of the arena on fire (hopefully the faculty wasn't going to get angry again). You're a bit worried for the safety of your opponent after that massive torrent of napalm you threw down, but the fight seems essentially yours. Nothing super rad is gonna happen. The cat's in your court of the bag.

And then to your shock, the girl's suddenly rocketing up at you like speeding bullet.

That was how Shuai Taidan was feeling.

Taidan could only gape at the sight, his expression of surprise hidden behind the gas mask still affixed to his pretty boy face. She'd ... she'd shot herself up after him? That was ...!

Her claw was aimed directly at the centre of his mass.

The hunter pushed, fiery aura rushing through his entire body to concentrate at his front. Jorie's blast slammed into him in an instant, and there was pain. It felt as if a typhoon was seeking to churn his insides into mincemeat.

He hadn't expected that. Even as he spiraled away from the explosion, frantically attempting to exert control over his wind and fire wheels once more, he had not expected that shy shrimp girl to be so awesome.

He staggered, body rerighting itself as the rockets on his boots regained functionality. Taidan's entire body hurt real bad, but it was worth it. And the soreness was something he'd felt before. But man, that Jorie had- wait, where was she?

His answer came in the form of a falling crustacean, descending at a rapid pace towards the smokey earth. A lot like what he'd just been doing, albeit without any way to survive a fall.

The wind and fire wheels kicked into high gear. And Taidan was already in motion, closing the distance to catch Jorie in his arms.

"Yea- AHHHHHHH!" Jorie screamed out, her mind finally able recognize the trouble that she in after the rather dangerous stunt.

She looked up towards Taidan, he would save her! However, she realized that her previous attack had caused his flight pattern to spiral out of control, leaving Jorie to continue falling towards her doom.

His figure started to appear smaller and smaller, she was falling to her death and it was her own fault. Jorie was too tired to use her semblance at full power again, creating the shield and enough bubbles to blast her into the sky was hard enough, so she grabbed her hood and pulled it around her head, she wanted to feel safe.

The darkness didn't help her, the smoke had made her clothes smell horrible, and the soot still stuck inside of her hood started to fall down onto her face as she felt the wind on her back, continuing to descend. Well, it was a good run. Jorie closed her eyes, the darkness was starting to feel better before she lurched in mid-air.

The shrimp gasped, coughing once again as the soot latched onto the back of her throat. She thought hitting the ground would have been more painful, or maybe this is the afterlife? Jorie wondered if she would be able to see her family again as she started to slowly lift up her hood. Once again, her little antennas poked out first, they were just a little crisp from the fire that had surrounded her, but it would still be able to work. The two started to move around randomly, trying to feel the surroundings before hitting something, it was actually really close to her! Pulling up her hood fully, her eyes being blinded by the light for a moment, she realized it was Taidan... Oh.

Jorie stopped moving her antennas over his face, and started to rub her hands nervously. Her face was covered in soot as she tried to look down with her face flushing from somebody touching her. "Thanks," she hoarsely mumbled, almost forgetting that she was going to die without Taidan's assistance.

"You're welcome," replied Taidan with a sincere smile, though he was doing his best to hold in a few giggles (the antennae had been ticklish!). "I couldn't let you just fall, could I?"

The screen displayed the results of the round, and Ms. Goodwitch, writing quickly on a pad of paper, nodded her approval of the match whether someone was watching or no. However undignified or unprofessional they might have seemed at individual moments, Goodwitch did not fault them for it. By now, every senior had settled into their own style and knew what they were doing, after all.

He carefully and gently adjusted his hold onto Jorie, doing his best to ensure that she was at least somewhat comfortable as they descended down towards the benches. The arena was ... still covered in smoke thanks to his efforts (not that it wasn't awesome or anything) and also on fire, so the only place that they could safely land would be out of the bounds of the field proper. With extreme attention to their safety, he maneuvered them over a set of chairs, gently placing his opponent down upon it.

A second later, he too landed, the rockets of his wind and fire wheels deactivating.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

<Snipped quote by Invisible Man>

Telling me in OOC would have worked just as well.

@Lugubrious

Yeah, but now I feel that adding mentions would be helpful since some people don't have the time to read everything and might not even see the post if the IC gets busy. I guess I should have done that in the first place, but I'll learn from my mistakes.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Yeah, I guess I should start putting up mentions as well. Man, now I have to start writing a couple more words and at signs.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Ok, I think I'll just sit in the corner, poking at mushrooms.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Krieg - Mahora

"Uh... I think... Huh." The Voice stuttered. Krieg hadn't seemed to notice that one of his branches went missing from the teleporting purple pony, although in his rabid state of devouring sweet delicious meats, he doubted that anything could get his attention. So, the voice idly watched the surroundings of food converted world, he was impressed that something like this could merely happen while they were sleeping, but he had heard about this all powerful being, and he wondered if they were as bad as Handsome Jack... No, this one truly has the power to rule over worlds. The Voice sighed, he would have to keep Krieg on his best behavior around these other players, teamwork was the best option for the rather strange group, and at least Krieg knew something about teamwork from working with the vault hunters. Looking back to Krieg, he was continuing to eat the rest of the tree... The bacon ran out a few seconds ago... Why did he have to be this way?

Finishing the tree, wood and all, Krieg stood upon his two feet feeling quite revitalized from his morning meal. "We're going to have a painful day in the bathroom," The Voice muttered, Krieg only laughed at the statement, giving his own two cents about the situation as he laughed in a short maniacal manner.

"RAFT!"

"Why do you even try? I mean-"

Both of them paused, it was a very familiar sound, and it was the sound of fighting. "Wha- What? A fight that wasn't started by us?" The Voice questioned to himself, wondering what kind of situation was happening in the school. Krieg on the other hand was already up to his feet, his buzz-axe digistructing into the air, dropping into the firm hands of the psycho. The last fight with Jax had ended too early for Krieg's taste, so he would have to put all of his previous aggression into this one. He grinned with a smile of a man with no regrets, running at a moderate pace towards the sweetening sounds, the Voice was rather worried to find what kind of situation would take place without them to cause a fight.

"Ok... Ok, this world might be different from the one yesterday. So... there might be something that is different in this world? Maybe the food actually makes you insane? Or, maybe, food animals? Is that even a thing?" The Voice was trying to rationalize this situation, he knew that none of these good people would attack each other... Only Krieg did that... Right? Krieg only smiled happily, the taste of salty blood was getting closer, and closer. "Don't get too excited Krieg, people might be sparring or something, just don't go crazy... I mean don't kill anyone."

"BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOOOD, BLOOOOOOD, BLOOOOOOOOD!"

"Great, he's probably all pissed from the fight from yesterday," The Voice growled, it is extremely hard to take control when Krieg is pissed, but the Voice would manage. A roar of pain sounded from the distance, the pace started to quicken.

"I'm here to shank and smile!" Krieg screamed out, his sight upon the fighting of a... What the heck? It was some kind of... Taco.

"Aw shit, Ellie would have devoured that thing in a second." The Voice said, amazed by the monstrosity of the walking meal. Krieg, surprisingly was affected by the creature, it was completely different from the natural wildlife of Pandora, but they shared one thing in common with Skags, Rakks, Bullymongs, and Threshers. They were aggressive. Dropping his buzz-axe onto the floor, another weapon digistructed into his hands, this time it was his SMG, the Slagga! "Uh... I guess, kill it!"

"TASTE THE PURPLE! FEEL THE PURPLE!" Krieg yelled out, pulling on the trigger.

Several bullets, covered in some sort of purple slime poured out of the barrel of the gun, the aim was almost pinpoint accuracy towards the ginormous monster. This was it, this is what Krieg was meant to do, kill the biggest and baddest monsters for sweet loot to kill even more things! It was the natural order of Pandora after all. The bullets, being bullets, hit their target with great speed, piercing through the hard flour shell of the beast. However, the slag was working its magic. Just as the bullets entered the being, the purple material covering the bullets almost instantaneously covered the entire monster inside of a translucent flowing purple. "PURPLE TASTE GOOD! MAKES THINGS HURT MORE!" Krieg screamed out in delight, maybe unintentionally telling the others that the slagged Tacodile would take more damage to any other attack rather than slag. Krieg continued to fire at the monster, short burst of bullets directed towards the mighty monster.

The Overlord - Roanpur

The Overlord winced as his eyes set sight upon the endless world of normal items turned into horrible food replicas. His grip upon his mace tightened, this world was too cute, he needed to add a bit of hell flames and torture in every block just to make this place bearable to his glowing eyes. He looked both ways down the street, and something rather interesting caught his attention, it was a rather large gathering of people... Great, new slaves for the Overlord. He looked to the side to see DIO exiting the building as well, his partner taking no time to start moving towards some random direction. The Overlord wondered if he had some kind of plan in mind, or just walking randomly in the streets, but the Overlord had something else in mind rather than regarding the powerful man.

Walking behind DIO, he suddenly lost sight of him right as he walked towards the crowd. Surprised, the Overlord looked around for a few seconds to find him missing... Did he just teleport? Well, he guessed that was another power that this being controlled, a rather annoying power. He stretched out his shoulders before looking back at the chaotic crowd making something that the Overlord didn't really care about, all he cared about were his new slaves. Walking towards the nearest person, the chaos seemed to allow the Overlord to enter a crowd without being instantly noticed by the civilians. The Overlord grabbed the nearest person by the face, their muffled screams against his metal palm, and soon enough lightning spawned from his hand, and skillfully entered the body through the eyes. The Overlord glared at the others near him, his intimidating presence making people look away from the sight at hand, thinking him merely as some kind of debt collector or brute from some criminal organization.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

The Overlord - Hotel California

The Overlord couldn't read this creature very well, and admittedly, he couldn't really read anyone too well due to the reactions of people either trying to send him into hell or groveling beneath his feet. He would just need to figure out the power of this... DIO. The incredible presence could already be felt, but he has yet to show any truly devastating powers rather than super strength, and reviving the undead... What other cards were up his sleeves? The Overlord was broken from his thoughts as DIO was on the move, the Overlord hefted up his rather large mace once again and started to move several paces behind. Soon enough, the steel brute managed to find something about this DIO already, his body seemed to be articulate.

Next Day - Hotel California

The Overlord sat within the darkness of the hotel, it was rather strange for almost every opening completely covered not allowing even a single shred of light in the building. The lighting didn't hinder the Overlord's sight though, his eyes had already adjusted to the blinding darkness, but the pacified zombies roaming the building did make the Overlord question how long DIO had been in this world. Obtaining this many slaves or even zombies did take even the Overlord some time. So, he sat upon this unimpressive throne, thinking about the ways to contact his adviser and minion army.

The day hadn't taken too long to arrive, although the mighty man did feel something shifting out of place, a force that passed through him with a rather strange feeling. The Overlord rose from his throne, his glowing eyes glancing towards one of barred windows. He took a few steps, the wooden planks protecting the room from sunlight, and he smashed it open allowing the light to entire the room. His eyes burned for only a moment, and his body was already looking across the land when his eyes opened to view the even stranger land. The immediate action that the Overlord took to cope with this horrendous scene of a food styled world was to set it on fire. He raised her gauntlet almost immediately, his hand sparking in flames before letting go a rather large flaming ball into a nearby civilian. The calming effects of his dying screams seemed to calm the Overlord, allowing him stay sane within this sweet filled world. He venomously stared at the chaos filled streets, the scenery seemed to ruin the entire image of destruction and bloodshed.

The Overlord removed himself from the window, his eyes could no longer stare further into this world of food. He looked towards the entrance of his room wondering how DIO was faring with this sudden shift of land. Walking towards the fallen door, he stepped over the remains of the shattered wood before fitting through the destroyed doorway that he had previously made when trying to enter his room. Exiting, he made his way over towards the strange contraption of an elevator. Compared to the town of Nordsberg, this elevator was a lot more sophisticated, and maybe that was best for their rather small minded villagers. The Overlord entered the tiny box, pushing the button taking him to the lobby.

Exiting the tiny box, the Overlord found himself once again inside the floor filled with mindless zombies. It was time to start a new day of destruction and violence, but his eyes seemed to focus on the familiar figure. At the moment, the Overlord was being spared by DIO to be a valuable ally, but it wouldn't be too long before his army of minions joins into this world for him to rule everyone with an iron fist. The main problem was this Viewer, and the second would be DIO, but he would overcome this challenges like he always has in the past. The Overlord bent down exit the elevator, and moved out of the box with his noisy footsteps alerting the area of his presence. The Overlord's Apocalyptor bounced upon his shoulder, his path heading straight for the door so that the world can experience true power.

Krieg - Mahora

Krieg had been sleeping outside, exposed to the elements and laying upon the cold hard floor was the most smoothing action that didn't involve violence. He snored quite loudly, scratching almost his entire body while rolling randomly upon the concrete, it was the grace of dying walrus if someone ever watched him sleep. The voice was resting as well, mentally preparing the mind for the actions that Krieg will do with almost udder disgust. The voice didn't understand why he kept trying to calm the raging beast, but some kind of endless determination was deep within him to fuel this ever lasting ambition. The Voice wondered if it was Krieg subconsciously trying to be normal, but the idea sounded just a bit too far fetched even in Pandoran standards.

The morning soon took place, Krieg was still asleep when the drastic change of scenery took place, but it didn't take long for him to wake up. Food filled the nostrils of the Psycho, good food, and his eyes cracked open to find the new place he was inside. The Voice took longer to wake up, but Krieg's mind was already upon full alert, although it was so ready in the morning as someone always tried to kill them in the morning, almost like an assassin was his alarm clock. The Psycho looked upon the world with bloodshot eyes, they were scanning the new types of things like food based items scattered across the school, and even outside as well. "Ugh, no assassin to wake us up?" The Voice groggily spoke, looking upon the changes that had happened while they were sleeping, "I don't know if I should be happy or sad, but I think I'm going crazy." The voice was dumbstruck to find himself in this food covered world, but Krieg on the other hand didn't question too much rather just the question if he can get to kill something. So, his mind was already on the move while the voice was still trying to recover.

He managed to make his way towards the nearest tree, this tree was special, very special. Do you know why? It was the bacon tree! Tree filled with crispy strips of delicious pig flank! Krieg menacingly laughed, a buzz-axe digistructing into his hands for him to become the newest lumberjack of Mahora!

"MY BELLY IS CLEAR! AND MY MIND IS FULL OF BACON!" Krieg screamed out to no one in particular, and with several hard chops, the bacon tree was down onto the floor with the bacon in reach for his greedy meat hunks. The Psycho dove into the tree, eating the entire thing with the attitude that this was his first meal in months. Shoving branches, leaves, and bacon into his mouth, Krieg laughed with absolute pleasure.

"Ok. This is the fourth strangest thing to happen to us, and I'm not even counting the times that we went on an adventure with Tina and Brick," The voice muttered to himself, "At least he is eating something that isn't raw or still alive... I guess I can toast to that."

We Are the Crystal Gems

Soapstone - Kindergarten

As Soapstone barely listened to Carnelian, he responded to her opinions with a rather harsh statement. "I don't care to give out my name to any random has-been, and introductions to strangers are pointless. If you stay away from me, then we'll just be fine." The gem didn't even move his own head to face Carnelian, his attitude was already pissed due to the amount of people surrounding him, and the constant struggle of people talking to him. Flexing his shoulders, still trying to get used to this physical form, Bloodstone seemed to announce his own misgivings about Soapstone joining the other side. For this one, he decided to look at the confused face of this gem, he guessed that him offering that pretty decent plan made him have a light respect for him. Although, Soapstone was still for the plan to learn about this world, and most likely find a spot to hide once again in the earth.

"To be honest, I liked your plan of leaving me alone. It sounds nice, but I have other things to worry about rather than being secluded for now. I need to know certain things to better my chances of being left truly alone, and this lady seems to know something about this world that will allow me to better my goals. If you have something better, than I will surely join with you, but you have shown me nothing to change my mind since I had been 'born'."

Crossing his arms with a raised chin, Soapstone knew that if this Bloodstone truly wanted to him to join than he would do something, but if he was only some half assed attempt to get him to join than this man would just be a waste of time. So, he was waiting for Bloodstone to make his move.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Eve - Bold Tone Creamery

A laugh of sincerity filled the room, it made Eve feel warm inside to find the laughter coming from Nero, and it would have been very surprising if it had come from Ayame. It had seemed that her comments about the sudden change of her physique was the culprit, and even though she was fine with her new body, she did truly wonder why Nero had turned her into such a portly lady. He had soon started to explain the changes that she would be facing with her new body, and he made it sound that it would be a wondrous occasion. Being strong wasn't always a priority for the frail girl, but she assumed that with her added strength would make it easier to take a punch or throw a punch, though she couldn't imagine any scenario in which she would need to implement such a violent act or receive one as well. Eve did like the feeling of making people smile, so maybe her presence will bring a greater aura of happiness? Is that how it works? Oh, and finding a comfortable place to sit would be rather nice, her lanky body always did find it rather painful to be sitting on something hard as not much muscle or fat cushioned her bones on hard surfaces. The one about other girls did strike her odd, when did other people ever see her as a rival? She always knew that some people didn't like each other sometimes, but other people always tended to act nice around her when she didn't smell like rotting flesh and covered in muck. However, the last statement left by Nero did make her face flush just a bit more than her already rose tinted checks.

The Necromancer giggled before speaking to Nero, "Scamp, I think you're too smooth for your own good, I'm going to have to get you back after those flattering words," She eyed Nero with a joking smile on her face, "I think it would be fair if Ayame chose where we would be going, you took us to a shop, and I took us here! So, where do you want to take us Ayame?"

It didn't take long for Ayame to voice her opinion, though it wasn't anything about her question. The little girl seemed to go on about something, something about being disadvantaged? Eve didn't really put thought into it, but she was pretty sure there were some problems that came to being this size. She always remembered that Mrs. Porter did get tired after playing with her for a short period of time, and she remembered there were about three more snack times than usual at her place. Eve mentally shrugged at these problems, she just couldn't run very fast and she needed to eat a bit more, nothing too bad at the moment. What bad thing could possibly happen with her body? Although, by the end of Ayame's speech, the Necromancer couldn't help but fail to hold back a snicker. "Ayame, I think I'll be fine with this change, I'll promise to make sure I'll make sure that I won't hurt myself too bad, but I don't need you to change just to feel equal. Mrs. Porter always said that everyone is born equal, and stays that way. It is just the people that think their differences make them superior over others that make them ding-dongs."

We Are the Crystal Gems