McFazzer

Naruto: Revival (An AU Naruto RP)

@Reflection Tenten was who I had in mind when I created him, I always felt she was such a missed opportunity. Is there someone I could PM the old character so I can get an opinion on how well they'd fit into Revival?

Naruto: Revival (An AU Naruto RP)

Thanks for the response, just one more question. What's the power scaling like? I have an old character that is from an RP that died before I feel it had the chance to shine. The character was initially made as a gennin for the RP which isn't a problem since I can just level him up a bit, but he was predominantly meant to be a weapons user. Weapons became incredibly useless as the series went on unless they're ninja equivalents of Excalibur.

Are weapons equally what would be considered a waste of time in this series? It's fine if they are, there's no way what I had in mind back then would effortlessly slide into Revival, it'll just give me an idea of how much reworking I'll have to do :)

Naruto: Revival (An AU Naruto RP)

So if a new character were to join for act 2, how and where will they fit into the plot? It would be silly to have a new person show up and be like "Oh, yeah. That stuff was crazy. I wasn't here for it because I was having a picnic or whatever on the other side of that mountain" :P

Skulduggery Pleasant: Hell or High Water

I noticed that Kineticist wasn't listed in Adept Magic. Is there a particular reason for the omission?

Skulduggery Pleasant: Hell or High Water

Well, I think it’s obvious I’m interested :3

War Notes

Crispin Clean

As the beast dissolved into a pool of bloody darkness, Clean doubted his pinning of the foot had any significant effect on this outcome, but was pleased nonetheless. Seeing the glimmering silver of his parrying dagger stabbed into the ground, Clean leaned down to pick it up as the eldritch sheet music played the last of its notes and burned into nothingness. Looking to his abandoned jacket Clean ignored the alert nature of everyone else as he picked up the tatters he once called clothes. Gagging at the thought of putting the thing back on, Clean simply tore of a clean-ish patch of fabric and tossed the rest to the wayside. Dismissing his vessel, Clean tied the red tie around his neck while looking up at the girl who introduced herself as Diana and called the beast just defeated a banshee.

A fitting name. It's shrieks had a piercing note to them. As the leaders of the group discussed with the new arrival, Clean wiped his parrying dagger with a razor focus and the clean fabric scrap he salvaged, swearing her could see, smell and even hear the oozing darkness of the vanquished beast staining it. Absentmindedly following the group as he worked, the change of scenery to what looked like were once clergy quarters had his eyes brighten and look for silver polish or something the holy people would have used to clean their artifacts. Nothing catching his eye, Clean considered asking their new host if she had anything like that he heard Diana claim to be a dragon and Ires' subsequent skepticism.

"Dragons are creatures of legend and to be frank I feel Lady Diana acts rather human when compared to the legends. Lady Diana lacks the arrogance stereotypical of dragons, acting rather... human for lack of a better term. She also lacks a commanding presence, as I understand it a dragon would not be easily mistaken for something else. If this is a lair it lacks traditional valuables, although by the same token I suppose a dragon wouldn't lead a troupe of mere humans to its treasure trove. Still, if Lady Diana were truly a dragon would she have allowed anyone to disturb her place of rest? I know I merely speak of legends, but certain things pass into legend for a reason. So, Lady Diana, please forgive that I share the Princess' skepticism."

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Blake Eights

When Rufie got onto the subject of Dana’s punishment and the toothbrush-ing of wash spaces, Blake couldn’t resist chiming in.

“Don’t forget that Dana would probably use your toothbrush~!” when Dana mentioned the modern cut of the student president’s outfit Blake ran a finger down the seams, innocently tracing up from Dana’s waist to her chest and feeling the hidden strain of the fabric. As Rufie revealed Dana’s punishment, Blake’s eyes shone with glee.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m such a good friend that I don’t mind sharing in the slightest. Although I feel it may be a tight squeeze, I'm sure you won't mind~” her grip gently tightened around Dana as she spoke, head still on Dana’s shoulder as they made their way into the canteen. Releasing as they entered, Blake skipped over to grap a meal.

“Now let’s see what we can get away with while having a bite to eat.” Blake looked Dana in Rufie’s uniform up and down, taking in the colour palette, and having a practiced eye look at the food on display. Pasta sauce stains so wonderfully, the colour is often darker and more muted though. Egg dishes have a good colour, but unless the yolk is still runny it won’t stain too well. Pumpkin soup? Could work, a vibrant colour, plus she could use the heat as an excuse to be more enthusiastic with Dana, and Dana loves orange.

The thickness could cake into the fabric nicely, meaning simply wiping it off would be less useful. Even better if cream is stirred in... leaving me and Dana an excuse to raid Rufie’s wardrobe! I wonder what PJs she brought along? Probably something frilly I bet. losing herself in a daydream momentarily, Blake selected her meal, precariously balanced the bowl of soup in one hand and playfully ‘lost her balance’ before catching herself and winking at Dana, not a drop spilled as she walked backwards and grabbed a small bread roll.

“So, shall we eat~?”

War Notes

Crispin Clean

It was pollution. This creature was a mere source of disease, Clean could swear he saw the world around it die around it like a black heat haze. This could also all have been a visual hallucination based on the sheer disgust at the creature. Clean's attack was admittedly hasty, but given the nature of his vessel the range of attacks he had were limited. Nonetheless he still suffered the consequences. The abhorrent creature, the new bane of his existence, sent a shotgun blast of dirt and debris towards him. Scowling Clean leaped backwards, frantically waving his sword in front of him, the largest chunks of rock were swatted away. Dirt however isn't something that can be blocked with a blade.

"No, no, no, no!" Dirt getting into his mouth Clean was left coughing and hacking. Spitting out a globule dirt, Clean looked down and a look of utter despair as Clean could only call his clothes unsalvageable. Between Roc blood caked in and now the dirt and the tiny shards of stone tore open a number of small holes in his outfit. Tearing off his jacket, the former white now shredded and stained crumpling to the ground. Unbuttoning his top few buttons, Clean heard the rattling off of orders from disparate places. Gradon had called for a regroup earlier, but Leblanc called for smashing the beast at close range simply spoke to him.

"No more distractions." Drawing the parrying dagger on his hip, Clean capped his thumb on the pommel and left the dagger in and icepick grip. Leaning up onto the balls of his feet, Clean bounced a few times to make sure he was well balanced before 'following her lead' as Leblanc commanded and went for the limbs.

Having abandoned any notion of living up to his namesake for the time being, Clean dashed back towards the creature's left side from head on, low to the ground and as Leblanc pulled at the creature's throat, lifting it's head and meaning that Clean was outside it's cone of vision. With his rapier leading the way momentum threatened to have Clean over shoot the beast until he stabbed his parrying dagger through the creature's foot and into the ground, intending more to pin the appendage there an hinder movement, hopefully preventing Leblanc being crushed into a wall or the ground. Clean's grip on the blade caused him to turn in a tight and and roll to the ground behind the creature, looking up and seeing Leblanc still there, Clean saw the barrage of bullets and explosives and did his best to make sure the creature was between him and any live fire.

"Stop it with the fucking grenades you daft goddamn fuckwit! Ever heard of friendly fire?!" A stray grenade was lobbing towards Clean and he swung at it with the flat of his blade, sending the explosive projectile back along the arc whence it came.

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Wet hacking sounds continues to sound out, the snow white suit now stained a deep crimson. Stomping his way on top of the Roc's corpse, Clean jammed his rapier between the avian vertebrae and twisted. A rough tearing and a cathartic crunching snap as the spine of the dead bird was brutally severed.

"I have a new least favourite creature." blade looking more red than normal, Clean whipped the rapier in an arc a thin red crescent as the blood was flung from the blade. Looking up he saw the group was more scattered than normal when after a battle. New objective, new goal. Scanning the area Clean was about to look for someone when the mind rending screech shredded through the air, feeling the reverberations in his chest. Noting the direction Clean ignored stealth in favor of speed, making haste to the location. Bursting onto the scene Clean skidded to a halt covering his mouth in disgust to the point where he didn't even notice he left a bloody hand print over his mouth.

"I didn't expect my least favourite creature to be one upped so soon." Disgusting, black like tar, looking heavy and dense. The sheer nature of the beast ignited a flame of rage within him. This monster was a blight on the world and needed to be eviscerated... annihilated.

Bipedal creature, top heavy with broad shoulders. Seemingly based on a gorilla in basic structure? Rear legs resemble a canine, so more like a lycanthrope than a gorilla. Expect high agility and wide range with the claws. Arm length is significant are sharp. Use a simple strategy until more information about the thing is learnt, hamstring to limit movement and keep out of range of the claws by either staying outside the attack range or so close no significant power can be put behind the blows. Other's aren't fellow cadets. They're a secondary priority to ridding the world of this filth. With the game plan in mind Clean circled around to the left of the beast and lunged for the hamstring, blade leading the way, not even sure if the pitch black mass contorted in a facsimile of life conformed to natural biology, but if he didn't even try then there would be no way for him to know.

War Notes

@Leotamer I'm not sure why you feel that way. Things don't really seem to be 'collapsing', I'm not sure there are too many people as long as the GMs feel they can accommodate the extra players. Regarding the time to post I understand common RP etiquette to be wait two posts before doing so, so I reckon go ahead and post if you can come up with something you want to contribute. As people not responding to you, I can't really make a comment on that, I suppose the more you put out there the more there is to respond to?