Intriguing pitch...
Color me interested. :)
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I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.
You can take a look at some of my saved characters here, if it interests you.
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Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.
-Loopy (aka. Lupus)
I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.
You can take a look at some of my saved characters here, if it interests you.
I also have a deviantart page, though I hardly ever update it.
Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.
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I'm trying to work our a collab with Rirumoa but I'm not sure if we can make it happen because of our time difference... :(
Annnnd posted.
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Just wanted to say that y'all's posts have been fantastic. Really exciting to read and very descriptive.
Looking forward to more!
EDIT:
Just wanted to say that y'all's posts have been fantastic. Really exciting to read and very descriptive.
Looking forward to more!
The defenders of the Imperium were not prepared when the first dozen warships broke orbit. They had been assured that the combined mights of the Alpha, Beta, and Omega fleets would be enough to beat back any attacker before they ever tasted the thick smog-filled air of the planet's hive clusters. And indeed, as the 19th year of the 42nd Millennium began; when a chaos fleet the likes of which had never been seen descended upon the system; the combined might of the Imperial armada had been enough to stop the heretics in their tracks. With their defensive lines well established, the admirals hoped to hold out and whittle away at the Chaos ships until help arrived or the heretics retreated back into the void.
These hopes were dashed when The Skull Throne arrived: that massive hulk of twisted bone and metal, the hulls of hundreds of ships; man and xenoid alike; fused into a single entity as twisted the minds of those within it. From its first salvo the Imperial line was broken and the cluster of Nurgal ships made landfall amidst troops who were too surprised to properly arm their anti-aircraft cannons. On the bridge of The Skull Throne, the dark, bloodshot eyes of the one called 'The Red Wolf' watched the putrid hulks touch down to the furious roars of his own troops who felt the glory had been theirs to take. "It matters not!" Leonothas Kargan barked as the entire crew fell silent. His rage at Lord Fel's insult boiled beneath the surface but he would not jeopardize this chance with petty action. "They have seized their opportunity and we will seize ours. The God of Blood shall have His offering as we bring glorious battle to these... slaves of the false Emperor!" Rising from his ornate throne, Kargan's hulking form stalked toward the giant flight monitors that showed the serene view of the planet before them. From his waist he drew Khornesgrin, the blood-red teeth of the chain-blade glowing in the faint light, and held it aloft. "We will throw off their shackles, my brothers, and join them together with the one who welcomes all in his red embrace! Sharpen your blades! We bring them freedom! We bring them war!" The cheer was deafening as tens of thousands of voices proclaimed their devotion to the one true Lord of Skulls.
"You will take the Throne and give us an opening." Kargan ordered Admiral Ashran, the Imperial defector who'd brought nearly an entire battlegroup of warships to their cause and who had thus become the Wolf's chief naval officer. "Let them taste blood and fire... When we have our foothold you will provide the support we need." The chaos lord waited for no confirmation as he knew the zealous man would follow his orders to the letter. No objection was made as Kargan stepped aboard the chaos barge for every heretic knew their great and glorious God would guide his chosen to the front lines.
Within an hour several thousand bone covered ships bore down on three of the planets largest hive-cities. Though the planetary defense force had this time been ready with guns trained upward, the sky became dark with the number of hulls that made it through. After a merciless firebombing that left hundreds of thousands dead, they released their payload on the populace and the true nightmare ensued. They spread like a wave, thousands upon thousands of chaos marines, traitor guardsmen, and vicious mercenaries, all with a singular purpose: to spill the blood of the enemy.
At Fort Orion the fighting was fiercest as the men and women of the Imperium put up a valiant defense against the red and brass tide. Well entrenched, the guardsmen had set up three trench-lines complete with hundreds of supporting machine-gun nests and basilisk artillery behind. Against the radical and uncoordinated charges of the berserk hoard they faced, their fields of fire were impenetrable. "Servants of the Imperium!" Sergeant Edheron, commander of the trenches voxed over their secure channels one evening from his command station in the forward line. He spoke with a flourish if his cape, his crooked nose held high as he gestured out over the scared battlefield. "The Holy Emperor watched over us this day! Foul heretics and demon-spawn broke against our will and fled before us! We will drive them back! Back into very warp that spawned them!" A great cheer rose from the ranks, the men's hearts bolstered by their strong position and the looming fortress at their backs. "No servants of Chaos shall touch this Fort Orion's inner wall! Long live the Imperium! Long live the Emper-" The final line of his speech was suddenly cut off as the commander was buried beneath six-hundred pounds of blood matted fur and bone. No move was made by the man's retainers, two Death Koros guardsmen, who were too horrified to react as the great beast closed its foaming jaws around his skull. His shrill scream ended when the head was ripped clean from his shoulders; the only sound for a long moment being the crunch of bone as the wolf-demon consumed its meal. More terrified shrieks sounded out from the immediate area as four more of the creatures crested the trench and began slaughtering the guardsmen without remorse. The Death Korps soldiers recovered quickly, drawing their lazrifles and firing at the closest demon but the beast was too quick, bounding away as their shots pattered agains the trench wall. They moved to pursue but stopped short as a great shadow towered over them. How was this possible? How had they heard no war cries? How had no one sounded the alarm?
One of the retainers promptly wet himself, weapon becoming too heavy for his shaking hands and dropping to the dirt. Chaos Lord Kargan looked down at them with disgust, his eyes shining a deep red in the fading light. "Cowards! Your thin blood is not worthy of Him..." With one sweep of Khornesgrin he cleaved them both at their waists and watched as the pieces of their bodies tumbled away into the trench. Not a single shot was fired in his direction as he planted himself in plain view of the battlements, the soldiers of the remaining two lines looking on in terror as the imposing figure raised his wicked blade to the sky. All at once the air was filled with a great roar of such magnitude that the earth itself seemed to shake. Tens of thousands of heretics poured over the forward line, slaughtering the defenders in an instant and not slowing in the slightest as they swept towards the second. Kargan watched as a thousand were cut down by the opening fire of the Guardsmen but a fanged grin spread across his face as not a single one of his soldiers faltered. Within fifteen minutes they had reached the walls of Fort Orion and within another forty they had breached its 'impenetrable' walls.
Kargan had gained his foothold.
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From Fort Orion, the forces of chaos sent death and destruction in every direction: pillaging all three hive cities between which the fort was situated. Thick billows of smoke and ash choked out the sun from that day onward and the streets were soaked in the blood of men, women, and children. Twice had the forces of the Imperium launched counterattacks with the goal of retaking the fortress but both times they were repelled by their own defenses which were now well utilized by the traitor legions. Soon after, The Skull Throne landed beside the walls and further augmenting the Forts already impressive firepower. Now few could hope to dislodge the unholy army with its bloody claws sunk so deep.
For Kargan, the fort itself was simply a side benefit to the valley the bastion overlooked. Within this space was built a man-made open air cistern of immense proportion where the rain-water and sewage from the three hive clusters was collected. This was the chaos lord's true reason for landing in this particular spot of the planet: where the forces of the false Emperor were so thick. As people died in the tens of millions, their blood inevitably flowed into the basin and stained the waters red.
After the first week, Kargan gave a new order to his troops; one that was so controversial to the teachings of Khorne that it was a marvel anyone complied. But comply they did, for they believed the one who gave the order spoke directly with their dear Blood God and to disobey that word, no matter how outlandish it was to their twisted minds, was certain death. And so it began that the Khornate Berserkers of the World Eaters legion ceased their mindless slaughter and started taking captives: capturing thousands upon thousands of poor souls who were marched in great droves to the center of the valley. On the lip of the great basin their throats were cut and their lifeblood was spilled, their bodies disappearing below the surface, and as the cistern's contents grew a brighter and brighter shade if crimson one would swear that the waters began to swirl, faster and faster with each sacrifice. Night and day cultists stood around the great ring chanting their praises in insane demonic ramblings and before long the contents began to bubble, some force from within causing the very blood to steam and boil. Occasionally, terrifying creatures would emerge from below the surface; red-skinned creatures spouting claws and horns; and would slink away into the ruins of the city.
"Soon, my love..." Kargan muttered from atop the battlements, delicately taking the hand of his wife as the screams of the dieing echoed around him. "Soon we will be together again."
"Hurry, Leonothas..." The woman cooed softly into his ear, her bright red lips brushing his cheek in a manner that caused him to shiver.Her long flowing black hair perfectly framed her beautiful olive-skinned features and the impossibly white gown she wore hugged against her ample curves. She seemed to have no place in that world of death and blood and fire but none of that mattered in the eyes of Chaos Lord for she was what drove him ever onward. Drawing away from him, her elegant hands dwarfed by his own, she gave him the sweetest smile that never touched her dark, void-like eyes. "Our father is waiting."
These hopes were dashed when The Skull Throne arrived: that massive hulk of twisted bone and metal, the hulls of hundreds of ships; man and xenoid alike; fused into a single entity as twisted the minds of those within it. From its first salvo the Imperial line was broken and the cluster of Nurgal ships made landfall amidst troops who were too surprised to properly arm their anti-aircraft cannons. On the bridge of The Skull Throne, the dark, bloodshot eyes of the one called 'The Red Wolf' watched the putrid hulks touch down to the furious roars of his own troops who felt the glory had been theirs to take. "It matters not!" Leonothas Kargan barked as the entire crew fell silent. His rage at Lord Fel's insult boiled beneath the surface but he would not jeopardize this chance with petty action. "They have seized their opportunity and we will seize ours. The God of Blood shall have His offering as we bring glorious battle to these... slaves of the false Emperor!" Rising from his ornate throne, Kargan's hulking form stalked toward the giant flight monitors that showed the serene view of the planet before them. From his waist he drew Khornesgrin, the blood-red teeth of the chain-blade glowing in the faint light, and held it aloft. "We will throw off their shackles, my brothers, and join them together with the one who welcomes all in his red embrace! Sharpen your blades! We bring them freedom! We bring them war!" The cheer was deafening as tens of thousands of voices proclaimed their devotion to the one true Lord of Skulls.
"You will take the Throne and give us an opening." Kargan ordered Admiral Ashran, the Imperial defector who'd brought nearly an entire battlegroup of warships to their cause and who had thus become the Wolf's chief naval officer. "Let them taste blood and fire... When we have our foothold you will provide the support we need." The chaos lord waited for no confirmation as he knew the zealous man would follow his orders to the letter. No objection was made as Kargan stepped aboard the chaos barge for every heretic knew their great and glorious God would guide his chosen to the front lines.
Within an hour several thousand bone covered ships bore down on three of the planets largest hive-cities. Though the planetary defense force had this time been ready with guns trained upward, the sky became dark with the number of hulls that made it through. After a merciless firebombing that left hundreds of thousands dead, they released their payload on the populace and the true nightmare ensued. They spread like a wave, thousands upon thousands of chaos marines, traitor guardsmen, and vicious mercenaries, all with a singular purpose: to spill the blood of the enemy.
At Fort Orion the fighting was fiercest as the men and women of the Imperium put up a valiant defense against the red and brass tide. Well entrenched, the guardsmen had set up three trench-lines complete with hundreds of supporting machine-gun nests and basilisk artillery behind. Against the radical and uncoordinated charges of the berserk hoard they faced, their fields of fire were impenetrable. "Servants of the Imperium!" Sergeant Edheron, commander of the trenches voxed over their secure channels one evening from his command station in the forward line. He spoke with a flourish if his cape, his crooked nose held high as he gestured out over the scared battlefield. "The Holy Emperor watched over us this day! Foul heretics and demon-spawn broke against our will and fled before us! We will drive them back! Back into very warp that spawned them!" A great cheer rose from the ranks, the men's hearts bolstered by their strong position and the looming fortress at their backs. "No servants of Chaos shall touch this Fort Orion's inner wall! Long live the Imperium! Long live the Emper-" The final line of his speech was suddenly cut off as the commander was buried beneath six-hundred pounds of blood matted fur and bone. No move was made by the man's retainers, two Death Koros guardsmen, who were too horrified to react as the great beast closed its foaming jaws around his skull. His shrill scream ended when the head was ripped clean from his shoulders; the only sound for a long moment being the crunch of bone as the wolf-demon consumed its meal. More terrified shrieks sounded out from the immediate area as four more of the creatures crested the trench and began slaughtering the guardsmen without remorse. The Death Korps soldiers recovered quickly, drawing their lazrifles and firing at the closest demon but the beast was too quick, bounding away as their shots pattered agains the trench wall. They moved to pursue but stopped short as a great shadow towered over them. How was this possible? How had they heard no war cries? How had no one sounded the alarm?
One of the retainers promptly wet himself, weapon becoming too heavy for his shaking hands and dropping to the dirt. Chaos Lord Kargan looked down at them with disgust, his eyes shining a deep red in the fading light. "Cowards! Your thin blood is not worthy of Him..." With one sweep of Khornesgrin he cleaved them both at their waists and watched as the pieces of their bodies tumbled away into the trench. Not a single shot was fired in his direction as he planted himself in plain view of the battlements, the soldiers of the remaining two lines looking on in terror as the imposing figure raised his wicked blade to the sky. All at once the air was filled with a great roar of such magnitude that the earth itself seemed to shake. Tens of thousands of heretics poured over the forward line, slaughtering the defenders in an instant and not slowing in the slightest as they swept towards the second. Kargan watched as a thousand were cut down by the opening fire of the Guardsmen but a fanged grin spread across his face as not a single one of his soldiers faltered. Within fifteen minutes they had reached the walls of Fort Orion and within another forty they had breached its 'impenetrable' walls.
Kargan had gained his foothold.
From Fort Orion, the forces of chaos sent death and destruction in every direction: pillaging all three hive cities between which the fort was situated. Thick billows of smoke and ash choked out the sun from that day onward and the streets were soaked in the blood of men, women, and children. Twice had the forces of the Imperium launched counterattacks with the goal of retaking the fortress but both times they were repelled by their own defenses which were now well utilized by the traitor legions. Soon after, The Skull Throne landed beside the walls and further augmenting the Forts already impressive firepower. Now few could hope to dislodge the unholy army with its bloody claws sunk so deep.
For Kargan, the fort itself was simply a side benefit to the valley the bastion overlooked. Within this space was built a man-made open air cistern of immense proportion where the rain-water and sewage from the three hive clusters was collected. This was the chaos lord's true reason for landing in this particular spot of the planet: where the forces of the false Emperor were so thick. As people died in the tens of millions, their blood inevitably flowed into the basin and stained the waters red.
After the first week, Kargan gave a new order to his troops; one that was so controversial to the teachings of Khorne that it was a marvel anyone complied. But comply they did, for they believed the one who gave the order spoke directly with their dear Blood God and to disobey that word, no matter how outlandish it was to their twisted minds, was certain death. And so it began that the Khornate Berserkers of the World Eaters legion ceased their mindless slaughter and started taking captives: capturing thousands upon thousands of poor souls who were marched in great droves to the center of the valley. On the lip of the great basin their throats were cut and their lifeblood was spilled, their bodies disappearing below the surface, and as the cistern's contents grew a brighter and brighter shade if crimson one would swear that the waters began to swirl, faster and faster with each sacrifice. Night and day cultists stood around the great ring chanting their praises in insane demonic ramblings and before long the contents began to bubble, some force from within causing the very blood to steam and boil. Occasionally, terrifying creatures would emerge from below the surface; red-skinned creatures spouting claws and horns; and would slink away into the ruins of the city.
"Soon, my love..." Kargan muttered from atop the battlements, delicately taking the hand of his wife as the screams of the dieing echoed around him. "Soon we will be together again."
"Hurry, Leonothas..." The woman cooed softly into his ear, her bright red lips brushing his cheek in a manner that caused him to shiver.Her long flowing black hair perfectly framed her beautiful olive-skinned features and the impossibly white gown she wore hugged against her ample curves. She seemed to have no place in that world of death and blood and fire but none of that mattered in the eyes of Chaos Lord for she was what drove him ever onward. Drawing away from him, her elegant hands dwarfed by his own, she gave him the sweetest smile that never touched her dark, void-like eyes. "Our father is waiting."
I would say that 4 large, well-written paragraphs is well above casual, haha.
EDIT:
Sorry all, my weekend here has been incredibly busy and now that I'm finally at home I am far too wiped to write a decent intro post.
I promise that I'll have something up tomorrow afternoon!
EDIT:
Sorry all, my weekend here has been incredibly busy and now that I'm finally at home I am far too wiped to write a decent intro post.
I promise that I'll have something up tomorrow afternoon!
KK's backpeddaling brought her near to a blown out building: an old storefront with gaping holes replacing the windows and a few piles of twisted metal and junk that were once large display shelves. Sensing a path of escape, one of the Beowolves leapt over some rubble and cut off her entrance to the building, giving her a vicious snarl as if pleased it had outwitted her. That rather clever Grimm was promptly smashed into nothing as the ruins above it came down on its head along a piece of a toilet and a rather dust-covered boy.
"Indy!" Kaesey cheered as she recognized her friend, giving him a big wave though she never let her flail stop spinning. "Ooh! Does this mean we're partners?! Do you have a thing with getting your clothes dirty? And hey, were you on the toilet before the building broke? That's kinda weird, Indy, you shoulda gone before we left..." The questions came forth at a rapid pace and completely distracted her from the remaining Beowolf, who took the opportunity to lunge at her from the side. Refocusing on the fight, KK dropped a foot back and used the motion to whip her opposite should forward. This carried the flail forward as well and as the beast bore down on her from the air she pressed a tiny button on the metal hilt. With a light hum the motor inside the weapon's head came to life and let out a length of chain for every second her finger remained pressed. It whipped forward in an upward ark and smashed into the bottom of the Grimm's jaw, snapping its mouth shut and sending it wheeling right over her head. Before the weapon completed its rotation, and the flail head went straight into the ground behind her back, she deftly pressed a second button which drew the chain in and let the spinning continue as it had before. "Hmmm... I suppose you're probably right, partner!" She muttered as the Beowolf finally struck the ground and dissipated. A dozen more howls filled the air, seeming to come from every direction as the pack was called to the 'prey'. "Lets go that-a-way!" Kaesey's musical voice cheered as she started jogging off down a street that looked particularly 'center-of-city'ish. Down the opposite street half a dozen slathering Beowolves came into view.
"Indy!" Kaesey cheered as she recognized her friend, giving him a big wave though she never let her flail stop spinning. "Ooh! Does this mean we're partners?! Do you have a thing with getting your clothes dirty? And hey, were you on the toilet before the building broke? That's kinda weird, Indy, you shoulda gone before we left..." The questions came forth at a rapid pace and completely distracted her from the remaining Beowolf, who took the opportunity to lunge at her from the side. Refocusing on the fight, KK dropped a foot back and used the motion to whip her opposite should forward. This carried the flail forward as well and as the beast bore down on her from the air she pressed a tiny button on the metal hilt. With a light hum the motor inside the weapon's head came to life and let out a length of chain for every second her finger remained pressed. It whipped forward in an upward ark and smashed into the bottom of the Grimm's jaw, snapping its mouth shut and sending it wheeling right over her head. Before the weapon completed its rotation, and the flail head went straight into the ground behind her back, she deftly pressed a second button which drew the chain in and let the spinning continue as it had before. "Hmmm... I suppose you're probably right, partner!" She muttered as the Beowolf finally struck the ground and dissipated. A dozen more howls filled the air, seeming to come from every direction as the pack was called to the 'prey'. "Lets go that-a-way!" Kaesey's musical voice cheered as she started jogging off down a street that looked particularly 'center-of-city'ish. Down the opposite street half a dozen slathering Beowolves came into view.
Probably wont be able to get a post up till tonight.
@Imagination
Yes, i was thinking that Fort Orion has now become their primary base of operations planetside, now augmented by the stationary Skull Throne's batteries and armaments.
@Imagination
Yes, i was thinking that Fort Orion has now become their primary base of operations planetside, now augmented by the stationary Skull Throne's batteries and armaments.
@Rirumoa
Feel free to have Indigo come to KK's aid. They'd make hilaaaaaaarious partners!
Feel free to have Indigo come to KK's aid. They'd make hilaaaaaaarious partners!
Kaesey had made a rather large and overly-complicated plan to break into one of the school's many supply closets, but as soon as she'd found a suitable place to drop her bedding and had laid down to 'test it out' she'd fallen right asleep. Making friends was tough work and that combined with the excitement filled day had been enough to wipe her out. The next morning she awoke with a start, jumping up and gathering her things as quickly as possible. For once, this haste wasn't because she was late but rather because she was super super SUPER ready for their first set of trials. Her father had told her all about the team-making process and, while he didn't leave out any of the gruesome details, KK thought it sounded like the most fun thing in the world. Donning her carbon-fiber breastplate and forearm guards, covering both with her sky-blue blouse, she quickly strapped on her thigh-guards, pulled up her steel-toed leather boots, and slipped on her fingerless gloves. The last thing to do was to reweave her long, flowing hair into its typical tight 'battle-braid' and then swing Breakr over her shoulder. Giving herself a thumbs up in the bathroom mirror, along with an unpracticed 'war-face', she was just about to skip her way out of the hall when she received a message on her wrist computer. It was a Beacon Professor, Pewter as the rather serious woman identified herself, and she told Kaesey she was to report to the cliffs within 10 minutes.
Hustling up to the gathering, she took her spot at the end of the line and inspected her fellow trial students with a few cooed 'Oooh's and 'Ahhh's. They looked strong, though a few might have been a little nervous, and KK silently wondered which one would be her first team-friend. When the headmaster finished giving them their instructions and the glyphs below them began to glow, the energetic girl couldn't help but let out a gleeful cheer as her vision faded into nothingness. Within in instant the world returned and she found herself standing at a four-way intersection; the street cracked and uneven and a rather large tree growing in the place of a traffic light. "This is so... apocolyptic." KK's voice shattered the silence and echoed down the empty street. "Cool!" A sudden rustling sound behind her caused her to turn and face the six glowing-red eyes staring hungrily at her from a thick wall of brush.
With several hungry growls, the three Beowolves stalked into the open with heads down and teeth bare.
"Doggies! Come to play?" The little girl said sweetly with a cute tilt of her head that caused Breakr's head to slide off her shoulder and hit the pavement with a heavy metalic 'thud'. The Grimm creatures did not answer as they fanned out around her until the one in the center decided to lunge with a vicious snarl and razor-sharp claws leading the way. In one graceful motion KK sidestepped the attack with a twist, one arm bringing Breakr around in a tight spin. A loud 'Crack!' resounded through the street as the vicious flail head connected with the side of the Beowolf's head and the momentum behind the blow sent its limp body tumbling away in a cloud of dust. The two remaining beasts snarled angrily but were clearly thinking of a more cautious approach. Kaesey never let the weapon stop moving as she replanted her feet, keeping Breakr in a fast spin at her side. One of the creatures before her let out a quick howl that was almost immediately answered from some distance away: a call for backup. "No fair..." Was all KK muttered with a pout as she carefully backed up so as not to let a creature get behind her.
Hustling up to the gathering, she took her spot at the end of the line and inspected her fellow trial students with a few cooed 'Oooh's and 'Ahhh's. They looked strong, though a few might have been a little nervous, and KK silently wondered which one would be her first team-friend. When the headmaster finished giving them their instructions and the glyphs below them began to glow, the energetic girl couldn't help but let out a gleeful cheer as her vision faded into nothingness. Within in instant the world returned and she found herself standing at a four-way intersection; the street cracked and uneven and a rather large tree growing in the place of a traffic light. "This is so... apocolyptic." KK's voice shattered the silence and echoed down the empty street. "Cool!" A sudden rustling sound behind her caused her to turn and face the six glowing-red eyes staring hungrily at her from a thick wall of brush.
With several hungry growls, the three Beowolves stalked into the open with heads down and teeth bare.
"Doggies! Come to play?" The little girl said sweetly with a cute tilt of her head that caused Breakr's head to slide off her shoulder and hit the pavement with a heavy metalic 'thud'. The Grimm creatures did not answer as they fanned out around her until the one in the center decided to lunge with a vicious snarl and razor-sharp claws leading the way. In one graceful motion KK sidestepped the attack with a twist, one arm bringing Breakr around in a tight spin. A loud 'Crack!' resounded through the street as the vicious flail head connected with the side of the Beowolf's head and the momentum behind the blow sent its limp body tumbling away in a cloud of dust. The two remaining beasts snarled angrily but were clearly thinking of a more cautious approach. Kaesey never let the weapon stop moving as she replanted her feet, keeping Breakr in a fast spin at her side. One of the creatures before her let out a quick howl that was almost immediately answered from some distance away: a call for backup. "No fair..." Was all KK muttered with a pout as she carefully backed up so as not to let a creature get behind her.
LVKI is fine with me. Team names don't really matter much so as long as no one has any blaring issues let's just ROLL WITH IT, YA?
Edit:
Hey paigesweetheart, I think the students were actually teleported into the city, not launched as they were in the RWBY show.
Edit:
Hey paigesweetheart, I think the students were actually teleported into the city, not launched as they were in the RWBY show.
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