Nekomancer

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Jaclyn Kentp

The back-attack caught Jack by surprise, and the branch succeeded in snagging her ankle and dragging her off her feet. Luckily she kept a hold on her axe. As the tentacular limb reeled her in towards the tree itself, she rolled onto her back and fired a shot into the whip-like branch just past where it was grabbing her. The blast was enough to tear through it, and she used the excessive recoil to somersault backwards and onto her feet.

Spinning on her heel and transforming Thunderdell with a whirling flourish, Jack fled the tree that had attacked her and launched into a sprint towards the one that was menacing Tarkus. Her charge was interrupted by jagged turns and shoulder rolls as she was forced to dodge the tree's other lashing branches, closing the gap at an alarming rate.

As Jack approached, her blade let out a shrill wail that rapidly grew higher in pitch until it became inaudible. Charged with her semblance, she swung her axe in a low horizontal arc at the base of the tree's trunk. An almost vicious smile spread over her face as she spoke in a tone that carried over the din of combat, her axe blade biting into the tree flesh.

"Timber."

Deathgrip Forest, D-6

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

Thoroughly cheery after the various speakers' announcements, Malika wandered between the various stalls and booths to peruse the wares being displayed. She stopped and watched several of the competitions being held, but declined to participate in most. She had always been a terrible shot with the bow, much to her father's chagrin; and she had no desire to wind up face down in the mud either in the tug of war or the... greased pig chase. They didn't have those up north, and she didn't think it was any great loss. The sack race and the beam-walking competition looked like fun though, and since they were open to all comers she decided she'd try her hand at them.

Rolls

Sack Race Dexterity: 8
Sack Race Acrobatics: 22
Walking the Beam Acrobatics: 8

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

Sorry, my flu intensified and it's been really cruddy. I'm on the upslope though, so I'm gonna work on a post now.

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

She could at least respect the man's enthusiasm in chasing the story. It was almost like her own interest in Thassilon, but not quite the same; somehow she doubted that the man wanted to know about the Devil just out of a sense of curiosity. When he asked what was going on, Malika tilted her head to the side slightly. "Not a Desnan then, are you? It's the Swallowtail Festival: a big celebration held at the beginning of each Autumn. They should be releasing the butterflies soon in the town square. If you don't mind, I don't want to miss it." So saying, she started walking again towards the town center.

Game of Tails

Ara? Ara? Arararara~?
It seemed the foreign heroes were lacking in etiquette, as their astonishment at Lucy's bust was practically palpable. Despite herself, the corners of her lips quirked up. They might be rather fun. The ephemeral smile was gone fast enough to make one unsure of whether or not it was even there, replaced by the stern mask of a professional. When Alam asked whether or not the costume change was necessary, she crossed her arms beneath her bosom and loomed closer to Alam. Wobble. "Yes, nice to meet you as well. The regalia is absolutely necessary." Wobble "I hope that won't be a problem."

Straightening up, she smiled politely to Yui and bowed her head. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Yui." As the girl needed no prodding to get her moving towards the seamstresses, Lucy instead focused on the more reticent hero. Walking behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders, she began walking him towards the tents. "Quick quick now, the battle rages at this very moment. You wouldn't want to miss your grand entrance, would you?" While directing him, the bulk of her chest was unavoidably squashed into his back.

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

Still angry, Malika scoffed at the question. "I haven't. If I had known though, rushing past me wouldn't hardly get you any answers about it." A moment of thought was followed by recognition though, as his line of questioning explained his hurry through the crowd. He'd probably been trying not to lose someone. The northern woman's expression softened a bit as she leaned more on her spear. Even if she didn't know much, telling him what she did know wouldn't hurt matters. "Devil... you mean the Sandpoint Devil? I've heard the name at least. Some local folktale, isn't it?"

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

I'll probably have a response up later tonight, and if not, first thing tomorrow.

Like Chess (Multiverse/Crossover RP)

I'm sorry to say I'm going to withdraw from this one. I'm just having a hard time keeping track of all the characters. Feel free to NPC Bob if you'd like, or sweep him under the carpet like a bad memory.

Good luck going forward with this.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

For some reason or another I

Like Chess (Multiverse/Crossover RP)

Suddenly it was as if all the pieces fell into place for Bob. "This is a Game, made by a Gamemaker, and if we lose everything is destroyed..." It was just like the Games Users input for pleasure, except bigger in scale; it felt like a perfectly natural turn of events. The concern on his face a moment ago broke into a wide grin. "Then we just need to win."

Tapping the Icon on his chest twice, Bob firmly said "Reboot!" a flash of pale blue light surrounded him for a moment before... nothing. He looked exactly the same. "Huh, so I guess in this game I'm... me?" That was less perfectly natural. Without the tools, weapons and skills provided by Rebooting, the only thing he could really rely on was himself and Glitch. Hopefully, he'd be able to rely on a few of the other players too.

Seeing the silhouette emerge from one of the archways, Bob called out to her. "Hello?"