I recommend Unlimited Blade Works if you're trying to get back into it. You can find it on Netflix!
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David Grivois
David Grivois stepped onto the train just before the doors slid shut, eyes scanning the car as the train lurched forward. It was packed, but he didn't mind pushing his way through the crowd, as little as he actually needed to. One look at his metal arm and the giant, strange-looking sword he carried on his back. He came to a stop when he spotted a man in a long coat, hat, and dark sunglasses. David smirked and continued pushing past people as his prosthetic right hand reached into his own coat for the hand cannon he kept there. Suddenly, however, there was screaming. He looked around at the inhabitants of the car and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Shadows were rising up from the ground and forming nightmarish shadow-people that proceeded to immediately attack. People began screaming, trying to move away from the monsters that were filling the already tightly-packed car. David looked around, weighing his options. I don't have the room to swing around Carmilla in here. I'll have to do something about all these bodies. His eyes shifted upward and he nodded, formulating a plan.
David jumped straight up, his left hand grasping tightly onto one of the vertical handrails. He aimed the palm of his hand at the back of the car, and with a mental command, his metal hand folded downward, revealing the barrel of a grenade launcher hidden in his wrist. He smirked. "Sorry about this guys, but its me or you. And to be fair, you're all as good as dead, anyway." He fired a high explosive round at the bottom of the door leading to the trailing car. The resulting blast destroyed both the back of the car as well as the mechanism that attached it to the car behind. People and shadows alike were either killed in the explosion or fell out the back. With more of the car clear, David finally had some space to breathe. He dropped down from the handrail and pulled Carmilla from his back.
"I don't know what you creepy bastards are, but if you wanna dance..." he dropped into a coiled stance, his gaze hard as steel. "I've cleared out some room on the dance floor." Several of the shadows immediately moved in to attack him. As his eyes tracked them, his body sprung into action. He moved through their attacks as if they were moving in slow motion, and the edge of his blade carved through their ethereal bodies with little effort. These things are weird. No blood. No bones. No organs. He cleaved one from shoulder to hip and noticed a person get bisected at the same time. What the Hell? More began to close in on him, and the space was becoming cramped again. David looked backwards at the huge hole in the car. No point in fighting them. Target died in the explosion. He returned his gaze forward and cut down an attacking shadow.
"Later guys, this is my stop." He leaped out of the train, tucking into a roll as he landed on the concrete between the rails and caught himself with his right hand. He turned and looked to his right. He was standing on train tracks that were built above the New York city streets, and below him, Hell was unfolding. It wasn't just on the train. There were corpses filling the streets. He returned his attention to the direction of the train. Several shadows followed him, but several of them were destroyed in the process, either being smashed apart by a bad fall on the pavement or landing on an electrified rail and being incinerated. David ignored the survivors, instead leaping from the tracks down to the streets below, grip tightening on Carmilla. When he landed he noticed he wasn't the only one fighting. Also occupying the streets was a woman, clad in gold and crimson hues and unloading hails of bullets into the shadows. He made his way to her, cutting down the enemies the got in his way as he went.
"Hey!" He called out to her. "Got any clue what the fuck's going on around here?"
@Lmpkio
David jumped straight up, his left hand grasping tightly onto one of the vertical handrails. He aimed the palm of his hand at the back of the car, and with a mental command, his metal hand folded downward, revealing the barrel of a grenade launcher hidden in his wrist. He smirked. "Sorry about this guys, but its me or you. And to be fair, you're all as good as dead, anyway." He fired a high explosive round at the bottom of the door leading to the trailing car. The resulting blast destroyed both the back of the car as well as the mechanism that attached it to the car behind. People and shadows alike were either killed in the explosion or fell out the back. With more of the car clear, David finally had some space to breathe. He dropped down from the handrail and pulled Carmilla from his back.
"I don't know what you creepy bastards are, but if you wanna dance..." he dropped into a coiled stance, his gaze hard as steel. "I've cleared out some room on the dance floor." Several of the shadows immediately moved in to attack him. As his eyes tracked them, his body sprung into action. He moved through their attacks as if they were moving in slow motion, and the edge of his blade carved through their ethereal bodies with little effort. These things are weird. No blood. No bones. No organs. He cleaved one from shoulder to hip and noticed a person get bisected at the same time. What the Hell? More began to close in on him, and the space was becoming cramped again. David looked backwards at the huge hole in the car. No point in fighting them. Target died in the explosion. He returned his gaze forward and cut down an attacking shadow.
"Later guys, this is my stop." He leaped out of the train, tucking into a roll as he landed on the concrete between the rails and caught himself with his right hand. He turned and looked to his right. He was standing on train tracks that were built above the New York city streets, and below him, Hell was unfolding. It wasn't just on the train. There were corpses filling the streets. He returned his attention to the direction of the train. Several shadows followed him, but several of them were destroyed in the process, either being smashed apart by a bad fall on the pavement or landing on an electrified rail and being incinerated. David ignored the survivors, instead leaping from the tracks down to the streets below, grip tightening on Carmilla. When he landed he noticed he wasn't the only one fighting. Also occupying the streets was a woman, clad in gold and crimson hues and unloading hails of bullets into the shadows. He made his way to her, cutting down the enemies the got in his way as he went.
"Hey!" He called out to her. "Got any clue what the fuck's going on around here?"
@Lmpkio
@Vertigo Your FC is Nero, which means you win Best Waifu
We've got a French assassin, on-fire Jason, an imbalanced little girl with super powers, a merc, a demon in a suit, and a candy necromancer
The angel is the hero, we're all already villains
The angel is the hero, we're all already villains
Tsuchihana Ren
Despite having some dread concerning the crowds of people, Ren had actually enjoyed himself at the festival. He'd agreed to help out as waiter at a takoyaki stand with a cafe vibe, but truthfully, given the fact that he worked as a waiter and already had the uniform, there weren't very many reasons to say no. There were even fewer reasons that didn't sound selfish. So of course he agreed to help. He was mostly just glad that everything had turned out so well. One final festival before he was off to the looming unknown. All day, even as he smiled and served guests and laughed with his friends, there was that black pit that sat in his stomach. He was used to it by now, though, and did what any good over-achiever does: repress it and pretend it doesn't exist. His future could wait.
The cleanup process was interesting. On the one hand, he was on good terms with many of the students here, especially Kumagai Arate and Hase Saki. On the other, Sawaya Goro and Abe Kou were keeping him on his toes. He'd always had a bit of a strained relationship with Goro. They'd never had any sort of altercation, thank goodness. As for Kou... honestly, he'd never really spent any time around her, but defending Arata from her queenly demands was almost a full time job itself. However, even that could not bring down his high spirits.
The idea of food was passed around, and thankfully, two first years offered to go and get it before his big mouth could sign him up for it. However, it never happened, as the door to the gym had somehow become locked. Ren's fellow students began to stir, and the worry that they would all be locked inside began to settle in. These fears were alleviated by Tachibana Masahiro, who had a set of keys.
Out of nowhere, the entire gym began to shake. It was hard to keep standing, and a few times Ren nearly toppled over, but he managed to maintain his balance. He glanced over at Arata, who'd let out a tiny shriek when the room began shaking. Ren took a moment to keep his balance and gently touched Arata on the arm.
"It'll be okay, Arata-san. It'll pass." He addressed the inhabitants of the gym. "Hey, let's stay away from boxes, and other things that could fall over!" As if to illustrate this point, he lost focus for a second and dropped to a knee, planting a hand flat on the floor. He laughed despite himself, trying to relax the room. "Just give it a bit, it'll pass." That time he was unsure who he was trying to reassure. The others trapped in the gym, or himself.
@heroic2019 Hey, can you make a new discord link? I guess the current one expired
@heroic2019 Oh damn, I must have missed that. Would you mind if I made an edit to my CS?
@Ruiner Look, all I know is whenever I see a 7 foot tall Jason cosplayer who's also on fire I walk the other direction
@Lmpkio See, despite being a card-carrying badass with enough weapons for an entire squad, Marie's actually just gonna hide in vans with suspicious signs
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