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Asura glanced back at Trent and scoffed. "There's plenty of possible gods that possibly do something. But science is what rules our world. The laws of nature are just that and everything changes incredibly slowly. Thousands of years to change one aspect with plenty of mutations along the way." He stated. What? He listened to podcasts sometimes!

The boy got confused with computerized. Shit...how best to explain it. "You got talking automatons?" He asked, he sucked at impressions, maybe Ardur could do it? Either way it was fight time. Talkie time could come later on. The blackened slime didn't take the damage very well, it probably didn't get attacked a lot so its defenses were probably low.

But still, that burning sensation when he had stabbed it. Its digestive acid was pretty damn strong, and it was trying to keep him at bay while trying to pull itself back together. A quick movement and he engulfed the flying bile, pulling it into his own 'stomach' juices as he zipped towards the Necro-Slime. Trying to devour or eat the rank liquid. He shouldn't be trying to take damage and make new skills, but it might help later on.

Ardur cast Protection on him, meaning he could take a hit or two, but did Protection cover acidic attacks? Or just melee? He'd ask later on. The others were handling their enemies well enough, Steve and Trent were keeping the bigger skeleton locked down. Mother Slime...well that skele-blin literally had no chance against her.

A pseudopod whipped up, turning into a large jagged blade that he brought down on the black slime. Then began the sawing, he was treating the slime like a loaf of bread while his limb was the tearing bread knife.
Lizard Fighter got to sleep very soundly that night, no one messed with his room and nothing else had gone on in the night. When the sun rose his eyes snapped open before he sat up. A stretch, which made his joints crackle and pop, and he was ready to get going. But he doubted the girls would be up right now, so he cleaned up his gear, the loose objects on the side-table, and undid the rope. Fully ready for the day his ear flicked at the gentle two knock on his door. Guess they were up now, possibly early risers?

Shrugging he left the room and went down the stairs, being surprisingly quiet. The two girls were sitting and chatting. Judging by the sounds from the kitchen the proprietor was getting them breakfast. Important meal, but one the reptilian man skipped regularly. Archer Girl talked about staying with the party, making him raise an eyebrow. "No reason to break up if things are going well." He rumbled out as he approached the pair.

The group wasn't a bad set up, close combat, ranged, magic, it only seemed to lack a designated healer. Possibly another front-liner, but he didn't really plan on doing huge quests. The big man wasn't interested in getting famous. "After you've eaten we'll turn it in, see what they have, and prepare. We won't head out right away, too much work too soon and we'd burn out." Lizard Fighter said. He wasn't a workaholic, and he didn't want to stress the pair out by doing job after job.
I was told to post here o3o imma do sumfin...possibly...
I wanna squish the buggies! squish squash
I'm curious on what the aberrant are o.o
Asura gave off a loud snort. "It sounded to computerized to be a Maker or God." He stated as he began to actively digest the undead rat. None of its bones were really big or sturdy enough to be useful right now so those would get dissolved as well. What Trent kept describing though sounded like the System...which could technically be their god. But to him it made him think there was an Admin somewhere doing something. Good or bad, who knew. Bah, Ardur was too apologetic, probably to counter Asura's abrasiveness.

"So the ghost wisps are super weak, and unless they have a source of mana will be gone in a single day." Asura said, giving the others some knowledge. Assuming Trent didn't already know that. Ardur as well. Everyone by now had taken care of their opponents, Trent was surprised by how well it was working. "I can be a weapon, but a real weapon might be more useful..." He muttered, he didn't know if human made equipment had durability or not. It was steel or at least iron so it should be tough as hell.

They didn't get much further before they were attacked by more undead. Which was to be expected honestly. But the new skeleton was taller than the typical ones he had already seen. Another skeleton goblin came out of the tunnel he and Digbie had been making, the bigger one had come out of the trench. It seemed previous actions had consequences, such simple things as moving dirt. Trent had immediately retaliated, but had missed his magic. "Save your mana, there's no crystals." He said, preferring not to have to rely on potions. Assuming Trent would even share those. Probably expensive.

Ardur called out the current opponents and their locations. "Stay up high unless you see an opening, Ardur. Mother Slime, go for the smaller skele-blin. Trent, you have reach handle the big skellie." Asura stated as he bee-lined for the black slime. It was slow, stupidly slow compared to himself. Once he got close he made another pair of tendrils that were needle-line and shoved them into the black ooze. Once he had penetrated those needles expanded and grew curved spikes, which he proceeded to tear out of its body. While he attacked he kept an 'eye' on how the slime would move. Would it pummel? Or try to engulf?
Starters be hard...and I've been exceedingly stressed out x.x I'll try to do something soon...
The proprietor left and came back with food for the Archer Girl. He got the feeling they'd be feeling their heavy meal in the morning. Still, the inn-keeper went to the counter with his coin then came back with a placard. It felt slightly magical and it clearly hung on the doorknob. Maybe when the door was closed it kept unaware people from fiddling? Eh he'd figure it out.

Druid Girl spoke up, albeit muffled by food mush, about cleaning up. They had cleaned up earlier, did humans get that dirty in a few hours? Meh. The two finished eating and up they went. Both of the girls bidding him good night. "Sleep well, we'll be turning this in as soon as the guild opens." He said before going down the hall. He glanced at each doorknob and finally arrived at the corner room. It was free, so he opened it and hung the wooden placard on.

It was a decent room for fifteen coppers. But it wasn't set up how he'd like it to be. So he got a little extra work. The bed went under one of the windows, so if anyone tried sneaking in they'd land pretty much right on top of him and wake hip up. The other had the blanket hung up so no one could see in. The little side table was placed under that window with easily moved objects that would fall and make a racket. Lastly he tied a length of rope from the doorknob to the leg of the bed. The colder night air didn't bother him and his clothes were warm enough. His room was burglar proof unless there was a secret door someplace.

But humans didn't do that in cheap inns...possibly. So with that the big red lizardman laid in bed and immediately passed out. He was always quick to sleep, and even quicker to rise when something was making a racket.
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