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25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.

Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.

I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.

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@Lugubrious
I'm not complaining. At least, it means that I'll reach round 3 :D That's more than the one other Tournament RP I was in once... That was basically a popularity vote on who won, and I was up against someone with quite the fandom around them xp
Lucie had expected fear.

She had expected terror in the eyes. When those who thought themselves untouchable suddenly came face to face, with their own mortality, it always brought forth a little kid trying to get away. But Isabeau... Isabeau was different. She didn't start blabbering, she didn't stumble or try to run, nor did she make any attempts at bargaining. And though there was fear - a widening of the eyes, a moment of immobilizing indecision - it was momentary, replaced by a smile within far too short a time.

Lucie remained motionless, her smile fell and her eyes narrowed. This woman shouldn't be confident. She had no right to be. She had been running for her life before, something people only ever did if they knew their time was short, so why was she smiling now that she had been caught? The answer was simple, she had some kind of trump card.

"Guess What? I can see you now."

The answer to why presented itself with those words, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, forcing her eyes to droop and her posture to slacken. Thinking became difficult, as though wading through the sludge of a swamp.

Her entire posture slumped, muscles that had been tensed to act at a moment's notice slackening and leaving her open, flat footed. Lucie blinked, lifting her head to look around. What had happened? Why... why was she here again? She wanted to rest. It would be so easy, to just lie down and let time pass. But didn't she have something she wanted to do?

That wasn't important. If it was there would be no reason to lie down.

But she was... where was she? Out in the forest, yes. She wouldn't be here for no reason.

That was true, but even then there were a lot of trees to lean up against as she rested.

"That was true." Those words meant something. It was true that she was here for a reason, a reason that her own mind was trying to convince her was no longer important. Her fingers twitched, eyes blinked, and a little bit of clarity returned.

What had she been doing up until now? She had felt drowsy, wanting to rest... but why? She was here for a reason,
why was she like this? It wasn't like her, had never been. She was - another blink, another twitch - not someone who would act like this. Why? Why! Why why why?!

From the back of her mind, slowly and muddy as if seen through a dirty window, came a name. A name that answered her question; a name that told her the reason she was here, what she was doing and - finally - an answer for Why.

Isabeau.

I am not like this, Lucie told herself, a kernel of anger flaring in her mind, pushing back the fog. I am not some weakling that can be beaten by drugs. She parted her lips, fingers clenching. I am not so easily defeated. I- she bit down on her tongue, the pain flaring in her mind and shattered the bonds on her mind, vaporizing the fog and bringing clarity back to her "-Am Lucie Ružička, Baroness of Thieves and Princess of the Underground. You have no power over me, Witch!"

Like the pain, her anger flared, and with with a flash of movement and steel, she had drawn a dagger from her belt and flung it at Isabeau, still within range. Still, the effects of Isabeau's talent lingered, throwing off her aim. It only grazed her, leaving a shallow cut in her arm. Annoyance replaced her anger, followed by another flash of steel as her second dagger as thrown, this one aimed at Isabeau's calves. Adeleia had given her no orders as to whether or not to take Isabeau alive, but she wasn't one to kill. Didn't like it. If Adeleia wanted her dead, she would have to deal the killing blow herself. Lucie was content to inflict pain and render her unable to fight back.

"Your cheap tricks won't work again, Isabeau," Lucie said - promised - and threw a third dagger.
@ConteAmarula
I will inform Astarael :D
@ConteAmarula
Hey. Is it possible for you to post soon? I know I'm slacking, too, but... yeah xp I'm a hypocrite. Astarael also expressed interest in moving the Creature bit forward, and asked me if you had posted, a few days ago.
@Lugubrious
:D Will throw it up in the character tab, then.
Changed the Alias to "The Allomancer"
That was surprisingly easy, Lily thought, watching the pompous angel leave. She had half expected a confrontation to erupt after he blew her cover. Truthfully, a part of her had hoped that to be the case, if only so she could nudge him down a peck of two. He had seemed a little too grand, were she to be a judge.

Well, that and she might have been just a little spiteful that he saw through her disguise.

But that was a thing of the past now. Diplomacy had gotten them through the situation, and possibly brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and so now was a time to move forward and deal with what may come.

Lily headed back to where Souta and Fenn had been hiding, cursing the fact that she had not at least kept a pair of shoes on. Demon or not, the undergrowth of a forest was still uncomfortable to walk on. A few moments later she found her companions, and her clothes still with Souta, eliciting a small smile from the demoness.

“Thank you for taking care of my clothes,” she announced and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before picking up her clothes. His expression, so forcibly deadpan that he might as well have not made the effort, betrayed his unease as he turned away. Lily made no effort to get behind cover as she started redressing, though she did make certain that her pendant - the one thing she hadn’t taken off prior to her disguise - was visible, resting against the front of her shirt.

“So,” she said at length, fidgeting with the hem of her top to rid it of a few tiny twigs, “what do you say? Shall we follow them?”

“I am not keen on it,” rumbled the large dog. Great furrows on the ground where he rested his paws suggested this was an understatement. "You degraded yourself, seeking peace with a fool who should have known better than to call such a bluff."

Lily shrugged, smoothing out her shirt. “We know he is here. I don’t want to waste my strength fighting someone like those angels. If we do meet Him, I want to make certain that I get out alive. If momentary peace with angels is the way, then so be it.”

Still sporting his Silverbeast gauntlets, Souta gave a nonchalant shrug. “We can make peace with the angels and still keep our distance. It’s not like we don’t have enough firepower. If we have all the intel we need, we don’t need ‘em around. In my line of work, letting more people in on projects always means more communication, more things that can go wrong, more headache.” He crossed his arms, mindful of his claws’ blades but treating them casually enough to make a show of it.

“I suspect the peace will not last long either way. I recognize the name of this force’s leader. We met them on the Council’s first errand, Imp” Fenn let out a sharp huff of air through his nose, as though amused. “I expect that one will not take kindly to our presence.”

“That much is true,” she conceded, finally looking up at Fenn now that she was finished making sure her clothes were alright. “And if he decides he wants a fight, we’ll give it to him.” She turned to Souta. “What you’re saying is also true. We don’t need them around, but neither do we need them against us. If that guy from before is to be trusted, the Army of Light has been instructed to not bar our way any longer, so at the very least we have avoided unnecessary confrontations.” She hummed in thought, crossing her arms underneath her chest. “I think, for now, that we should just follow them and see this door of theirs. It can’t hurt.”

Souta nodded, ready to move.

A bit of teeth showed at the acknowledgement, and Lily turned to where the small group of angels yet waited for them. Lily had made no effort to mask where they were hiding, so they were within sight. “Let’s go then,” she announced and stepped out of their previous hiding space, moving towards the angels that would lead them to their destination.

They didn’t look particularly happy with being near demons, as their reaction to Fenn’s appearance showed clearer than even Lily’s previous unveiling of herself. The small jump of fright they made as the behemoth of a demon stepped out of cover, was almost too much for Lily. And yet, she managed not to laugh but the mirth did show in her eyes.

“Lead the way, gentlemen.”




“And this is why I don’t like angels. Their arrogance in presuming that they are somehow better, more righteous, than demons.” She spared a glance to Souta walking with them. Judging by the sardonic look and tone of Lily, she hadn’t been entirely enthusiastic about the angel who had briefed them. “They are the most xenophobic race there is. If you’re not them, you’re not good enough. In their eyes, demons are only slightly worse than humans.”

“I find it difficult to care, Imp” Fenn drawled. Only moments ago, the group had spoken to the angel in charge of the forces guarding the door to the seal. He had told them of their current situation, and explained that three keys were needed if the gate was to open. Unfortunately for the other two in their group, the angel had pricked the demoness’s pride in the process.

Lily’s condemnation of the angels, disregarded by the hellhound, elicited a shaken head from Souta. He held up his hands to assist the delivery of his perspective with gesticulation and said, “Big-time blanket statements like those...maybe they work for demons, but that’s not the whole picture. Sure, Laguna’s a bunch of monsters; Gilgamesh has trashed a fair share of those and gotten a good look at their gooey insides. Real textbook stuff there, with the pristine outside hiding the freakshow underneath. But Army of Light’s not half bad. Disciplinarian and haughty, sure, but in a war for survival...what’s the phrase? I’m still not good with English idioms. ...Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. In fact—” The smith cut himself off, his eyebrows furrowed. After a moment he shrugged and dropped his hands. “Ah, forget it.”

“You would be right, were it not for the fact that it’s not a war for survival. It’s a war of extermination.” She offered an apologetic look to Souta, as one might give someone who doesn’t quite understand something. “The Army of Light are disciplinarian, that much is true, and something to be admired at times. But they’re not fighting for their own survival. If they were, they would hole up in their realm, where they’re all at their strongest.” She turned away, looking through the lines of trees all around them. When she spoke again, her tone was sombre. “They kill every demon they come across, regardless of the intentions said demon might’ve had.” She turned back to Souta and Fenn again, a wistful look on her face. “It is not who you are that matters to them, but what.”

“This bellyaching is tiresome,” the hound cut in, clearly uninterested by the direction their discussion had taken. “Not to say irrelevant. What shall we do about the door?”

“To you it may be, but to me it isn’t,” Lily replied tersely. “But be that as it may. We need to do something about the door. Souta?”

The smith scowled, drumming up something he could say that would be both indicative and annoying. “No more bugs. Let’s exterminate some demons.”

“You are eager for one so small,” the hound spoke, a touch condescendingly, “but I fear you are putting the cart before the horse. If our goal is to protect the seal, and that gate leads to it, it may well be in our best interests to keep it shut.”

After a brief moment of consideration, Souta answered his ally’s point with a nod, and said, “Fine by me. We can still keep the keys from falling into the wrong hands, though.” He spread his hands. “It sounds like the bugs have one on lockdown, but who knows how long that might last. If we get involved in the battle, we can claim that orb for the Charred Council. Without it, no entry to the Seal.” His eyebrow furrowed. “Still, I think I remember Sevrin being able to bypass a barrier like this one in the ancient library. Or maybe he swooped in after we opened the door. Beats me which.” A shrug punctuated his musings, letting the other agents know that the decision lay in their claws.

“If he possesses the means to go through, we are likely already too late. If not, opening the gate to reach the seal may play into the snake’s plans.” Fenn let out a rumbling chuckle and glanced at his chosen leader. “A fine mess is in your hands, Imp. What would you have us do? We may yet turn back and smash the orb already on the door.”

Lily, having paid close attention to both arguments, didn’t take long to respond. “I think,” she started, playing with her hair, “that we should go for one of the orbs, keys, what have you. What we lack is information and we don’t know where Sevrin is, or if he can penetrate the barrier or not. If he can, then we might need the orb to open the door to fight him off. If he cannot, then we can’t afford to let him get his hands on one. For better or for worse, gathering one of the orbs leaves us with the most options, and the best hand of cards we can have at this point in time.” She tucked the lock of hair behind her ear and faced the direction where the demons were allegedly assaulting the angels, a mischievous grin on her face. “So, shall we give the angels one hell of a confusing time, by having a couple demons and a human helping them in battle?”

The sepulchral warhammer Escre appeared from a splash of water into Souta’s hands. “Gee, sounds familiar. But yeah, let’s do it.”
Sleeping through rain and thunder was one thing. Where once it may have caused concern, and worry as to whether or not you could stay dry, now it served the purpose of a calming backdrop. The pitter-patter of rain on the window and ceiling, coupled with the flashes of light and distant booms, were contradictorily calming. Something that would once have terrified her, and made her fear for her own health, was now something that served to calm her in her sleep. All in all, Lily had had a peaceful and restful sleep, but as fate would have it she was not destined to wake up on her own.

Waking up to a cataclysmic explosion, however, was something else entirely. It came as the rumble that was felt more than it was heard, sounding much like a thunderclap. It was a jarring experience, the sound making adrenaline pump into her blood as soon as her eyes flew open. Yet, she didn't jump to her feet. Rather, she strained her senses to investigate the immediate vicinity, and only when she judged that there were no newcomers present, did she lithely rise to her feet. Her eyes scanned the outside through the window, but saw nothing. Even with her eyes being able to pierce the near-dark twilight outside, there was nothing - nothing that was dangerous at least. At worst puddles of water that she would have to avoid to keep her tails dry. And, of course, the giant dust cloud rising up behind buildings in the distance.

"What in the hell was that?" Brucie asked.

Lily, lips pursed, turned to face him. "I don't know," she replied. "An explosion of some kind, but by whom?" She shook her head, kneeling down to pet the dog. She had woken from the explosion as well, but had stayed crouched and silent. During the night she had eventually moved from his isolated spots by the fire, to curling up buy Lily's tails where it was not only warmer, but softer as well. It seemed that a little kindness had gone a long way, to earning the trust of the little thing. That and letting him taste "dog treats", by licking her hand, of course. Animals were simple, in that they can only for a few things: Safety, food, and a place to sleep. If you could provide any one of these things, there was a good chance that you could earn the trust of any creature.

And speaking of food, the Lily hadn't had anything to eat ever since leaving home yesterday, something with a growling stomach was all too happy to remind her of. "Brucie, go look for something to eat. This is an office building, so I expects there to be something somewhere."

The shark nodded, saying "Roger, Boss-lady," and headed off.

That left Lily alone with her new companion, and the sound of rotor blades outside - helicopters zipping to and fro in the sky as if looking for something. Nevermind them, there were even stranger things afoot in the City of Echoes. Some two hundred paces from the building they were in, visible through the window, hovered a strange object that appeared to be more like a drone or an autonomous scout, than any kind of manned vehicle. Nevermind the fact that it was too small to house a human. What was most peculiar about it, however, was that it floated back and forth between the windows of nearby buildings, almost as if search for something. She could see no visible weaponry on them, but that did not mean that they were safe to come near. I will most likely want to incapacitate them if I ever get near one.

Content there were no immediate danger Lily turned her attention to the dog, allowing herself to feel a small bit of happiness that's such a sweet creature had come to her, and now seemed to enjoy her company. Even if I said enjoyment came from the fact that she was willing to scratching behind the ears. Selfish little thing, perhaps, but still a pleasant occurrence for Lily, too.

That, of course, was fated to last only for a short time as well. Sometimes, Lily wondered as her phylactery sputtered to life, if there was some external force similar to Fate or Destiny, that had made it their life's work to get in the way of small, pleasant moments for her. The voice of Oren sputtered to life from her necklace, the new voice drawing the attention of the dog - she really had to find a name for him - and began to relay whatever message their commentator had for them.

So the explosion was not the college's doing, nor are the helicopters and drones, it sounds like. Question is, then, who are they? How did they arrive? And, more important, why are they here and are they a threat? She thought, running through the new information while scratching the dog, and waiting for Brucie to find and bring back some food. With luck, there would be some abandoned cans or maybe something else. Really, they just needed something to eat - it didn't matter what it was, so long as it didn't poison them.

She would also have to decide on what she wanted to do next. According to Oren's announcement, her next opponent would be nearby. Not in the same building, but still relatively close. She didn't yet know anything about them, and so couldn't come up with a strategy quite yet, but even then she could still decide on a basic strategy. She had seen lots of people - and not people - who had ranged weaponry, so if she ended up against someone like the firearms-wielding contestants, she would need to stay unseen, and keep moving. I can't afford to stand stil. I don't know how much firepower they have, and I risk having my cover destroyed if I underestimate them. So in case of guns - keep moving, distract and frighten.




Time snailed away, passing annoyingly slow. Even with Mouse, as she had decided to call the dog, the time it took for Brucie to return was still longer than she would have preferred. He had brought with him a small handful of old candybars, a few cans of... something and - how did that even get here? - a single can of dogfood. She could understand the candybars and the left-over cans of old beans and whatnot, but why in the heck had a powerplant stored dogfood of all things? She doubted that there were any dogs here. Nevermind how dangerous it would be to have an animal like this run around in a powerplant facility, but this really didn't feel like the type of place where anyone would keep a pet.

Well, no use thinking about it. Best just to accept it. She stood up and took some of the cans from him, using her tails to pull together a few more pieces of wood for a new bonfire. The old one had gone out during the night. "Found anything to drink?" She asked, looking around for a knife or something else to open the cans.

"Bottle of water," he announced, tossing it to her, having stored it in the compartment in his left leg. "You keep that. I'll deal. Got my saltwater."

"Better than nothing." She unscrewed the cap and drank deeply, emptying over half the bottle before she stopped and knelt down. There she slowly poured water into her cupped hand, allowing Mouse to drink some as well.

"So what now?" Brucie inquired, sitting down on the floor with a heavy thump of metal on stone and opened one of the cans with a metal claw, dumping the sticky contents into his maw.

Lily sat down opposite Brucie, the wood pile between them, and ignited it again, placing a can of beans amidst the wood. She felt Mouse lay down beside her, having nosed his way under a few of her tails. "Now, we eat, and then I want to get a good look on our surroundings. According to the announcement I just got through this phylactery-" she made a show of by holding it up by the chain in front of her "-my next opponent will be somewhere nearby. Not in the same building, but somewhere in the area, I expect."

Brucie nodded, tearing open another can and downing the contents. "And how'll you fight them?"

"Depends on how they fight. I prefer to be a reactionary fighter, like how I knew you were trigger happy and used that to give you a lot of targets, wasting much of your ammo and distracting you."

He pressed one large, metallic hand against his breast and hung his head. "You hurt an old man's feeling," he said, mock hurt.

"But it's true, is it not?" She countered, a sly smile dancing on her lips. She let her eyes fall closed and let out a small chuckle, tucking her knees up against her chest. "Do me a favour and open my can when it's done."

"Sure thing."
@Lugubrious
I made a guest character too... Because I wanted to.


In Mahz's Dev Journal 7 yrs ago Forum: News
@Shienvien
I don't know why you're tagging me because I did not write that, an earlier comment did.

And @Ellri, I'm thinking like in an Option. Where you can simply turn off "Notify me of everything". Shouldn't be too hard, I don't think. As it is, the constant updates are obnoxious, even when I'm only subscribed to three RP's.
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