Raijinslayer

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Da Sheet

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Jackson is the picture of a man who has given into nihilistic passivity. He speaks in measured polite tones, but often his outlook on issues tends toward treating everything with an air of defeatism and self-destructive apathy. He only finds small fleeting moments of joy when left to his own devices, reading books on ancient cultures and mystery novels. When forced to interact with others, he does so with great and obvious reluctance and often seems to look like he'd rather be anywhere else than where he currently is.

Nidhogg is a monster. In both the literal and figurative sense, he is a being who does not share a human's view on most things. Time is eternal, so patience is key. One's body is subjective, and to harm it is nothing serious. Life exists only to be devoured by whatever is stronger, so to bemoan one killing another is to go against the way things are meant to be. Nidhogg does not see an intrinsic value in life. . . but he does see the value in people. Whether it be as entertainment, food, or allies(a distinction that can change on the dime) he seeks to make the most use out of those he can influence. He will say whatever he can and be whoever he needs to be to get what he desires out of an individual, his engaging and sociable demeanor only just hiding the way he stalks every conversation and interaction like a slavering predator just waiting to sink his teeth into the prey before it.</sub>

Appearance

_{NIdhogg/Jackson's body is a tall lanky thing, usually dressed in fairly casual attire that is both cheap and easy to replace. The exact composition of his day to day outfit changes constantly when Nidhogg is in control, but for Jackson often sticks to long-sleeved shirts. He often appreciates light pastel colors while Nidhogg goes for the loudest, most garish things he can find.}

“Character motto here, something your character would say”

| N a m e: |

Jackson/Nidhogg

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

The Devourer, The Dead Soul Revenant, Niddie/Jackie

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

N/A

| R a n k: |

S

| Guild Membership Status: |

How long have they been with the guild( at most a year) and how do they feel about it?

| Guild Seal Location: |

| History: |

Once an adventurer of great renown from years long past, Jackson is little more now than a puppet for a diabolical dragon whose lived for far longer, relishing the freedom it has taken through the body of the fool that freed it.

| Magic: |

Necromancy: The manipulation of life itself, usually to drain the vitality from the living or imbue such energy into the dead so they may rise once more. By manipulating this energy, Nidhogg is also capable of manipulating the flesh of corpses to his whim. Often times, this is used to create terrifying beasts of rotted blood, bone, and sinew to fight the battles he cannot or will not

Soul Dragon Magic: Nidhogg, as a Dragon of Soul, is capable of devouring the life energy of living beings and convert it into pure magical power, as well as use the force of his own soul to reinforce his body and grant him enhanced physicality. Unlike normal dragon slayers, however, Nidhogg is capable of reaching the true heights of his powers without the use of outside magical influence, allowing him to enter a Dragon force like state at will or if truly pushed, temporarily taking a spectral imitation of his true Draconic form in order to lay waste to a region. These abilities take a toll on the revenant, however, usually forcing the dragon's spirit to enter a state of hibernation within his host for a time to regain strength and leaving Jackson truly free to do whatever he pleases without immediate reproach. However, whether the broken man would take advantage of such an opportunity at this point is hard to say.

Roots of Yggdrasil: Laced throughout the whole of their body, Jackson/Nidhogg are host to a swarm of magical roots. According to Nidhoog, they are the remnants of his imprisonment by the world tree, twisted to his own ends by the power of his necormancy. Through their inherent resonance, he can imbue them with his power to extend the range of his cast radiance bu a far mon

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• As a truly undead being, it is impossible to kill Nidhogg through conventional means of injury. While he still needs time to recover after being dealt a grevious enough injury

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Argus Leandros

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Protector. Beyond anything else, Argus fashion himself as a protector of those who can't protect themselves, whether that be through a sharp turn of phrase to keep the heat off a friend's rear or taking to the streets to dust knuckles with anyone threatening his friends and family. Often to a fault, he puts the needs of others over his own and often finds himself neck-deep in trouble because of it. However, he has yet to fall into a hole he couldn't dig himself out of, and the devil's own luck seems to follow him, leading the young man to approach situations with a devil-may-care attitude.

However, in quieter moments where he need not keep the bravado and bluster up, Argus is a lot more vulnerable and desperate than he initially appears. Lacking in a strong sense of self-identity without others to rely on or that rely on him and plagued with strange nightmares that he can't even remember. the young man has taken to staying on the move when strange occurrences that happen near him get too much to bear. He lives in fear of loneliness, yet finds himself incapable of ever staying in one place for too long before his condition starts to cause issues for those around him. Perhaps it is this contradiction that leads to such reckless and near-suicidal behavior in how he helps others.</sub>

Appearance

_{"Clothes make the man" is a phrase which the young mage has taken to heart in his wandering years, always dressed in a rather tidy and semi-formal fashion to make for his own rather middling looks. His hair is a perfectly maintained mess of auburn tangles and curls that takes about 30 minutes out of his morning to get ready(an hour if he's got a girl he wants to impress). While he isn't that tall of a fellow, he isn't particularly short either and considers the surprisingly fit physique he hides beneath his suits to make up for any verticality-based short-comings he may or may not have.}

“Some say a magician never reveals his secrets. I say a good one reveals as much as is needed to make his tricks all the more fantastical.”

| N a m e: |

Argus Leandros

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

21(?)

| R a n k: |

B(?)

| Guild Membership Status: |

Wolven Pyre, but only for a bout a month or two

| Guild Seal Location: |

Back of his left shoulder

| History: |

A boy abandoned. That is what Argus considers himself ever since the day his father left him with a curse that controls his life to this very day.

He was the son of a dark mage, inducted into the dark side of magic before he could even talk and bearing witness to many terrible deeds in his youth. To even call him the 'son' of the man who he called father was a misnomer, for this man had stolen Argus away from his family shortly after his birth, seeing something valuable in the young child and desiring it for his own purposes.

His father was a researcher of ancient demonology, seeking to discover the source of demonic beings and the twisted powers they wielded with terrible efficacy. To this end, many living subjects were captured and experimented, their forms and minds twisted by what they underwent though never to any degree that his father felt constituted a success. For Argus, however, the experimentation was much more gradual and seemingly benign. as he learned to harness his latent magical skills, he was exposed to a number of strange bones and ritualistic artifacts, his father gently asking which ones seemed to resonate with his Origin.

For years this continued, with his father growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of results in either his trials or the lack of a reaction in the child he had risked much to acquire. Argus, for his part, tried his hardest to please his father, to prove that he wasn't a failure like the rest. Like always, he desired to be useful, so that he wouldn't be tossed aside like the others his father had brought. . . or worse. And then the day came, when a strange crystallized mass was set before him, that he felt a stirring in his chest. First came pain, then roiling emotions that filled the very depths of his DNA, his blood calling out to something it had long forgotten. . . and then nothing. When he awoke, his father looked down on him with that same disappointed glare that always came from a failed experiment. There was no anger. No rage. Just cold, calculated apathy.

And then he left.

He was only about 15 when the incident occurred, left in that weakened unstable state. it was likely that the man thought he'd die from exposure or succumb to whatever was done to him. if left on his own, he likely would have.. but Argus was not fully alone in those early days. As he left the secret lair where his father conducted his trials, traveling the wilderness in search of any kind of purpose, something coursed through him. When he wanted to just lay down and give up, convinced that he was unwanted, that he had no worth to anyone, thoughts not wholly his own forced him into a state of survival. And so, he survived. . . and so he wandered.

| Magic: |

Re-quip: The Trickster
Argus' main magic(and the only one he knows as far as most of the guild is aware), is a form of Requip magic that specializes in trickier tools instead of weapons and armors. While he does have a few knives and swords within his repertoire, the crux of the magic is summoning a number of magical items that serve to distract, detain, deceive, and otherwise annoy the crap out of one's opponent.

While not inherently that dangerous and seems more like a bunch of party gags and cheap tricks at first, Argus has proven to be quite the slippery combatant with the vast array of items he has stored within this magic and can be quite unpredictable and clever when using it. This is made especially true because Argus is also deceptively good at Re-quip magic, able to summon forth any of his items almost instantaneously and from nearly anywhere on his person as well. Amongst the items listed in spells, Argus also carries around an uncountable number of more mundane party tricks and novelties that he often uses to entertain others or himself when out on a job. In fact, Argus can oftentimes be seen putting on little magic shows for the kids of the town, and even the adults at times(for a price)

Spells
Ventriloquist's Ring: A nifty little item that Argus bought on a whim, it allows him to 'throw' his voice, making it sound like it's coming to a direction and a distance of his choosing. He does this by speaking into the hand with the ring on it. He can even change the voice a little bit by shifting the timbre up or down a tad, but unfortunately, he can't use it to mimic others . . . unless he learns how to do it himself.

Magician's Chains: An enchanted chain that grows in length and durability in proportion to the amount of magical energy pumped into it, making it handy as a rope, a means of odd defense, even a whip if Argus is feeling frisky or needs to keep his distance.

Bag O' bombs: Argus has Smoke Bombs, he has sticky bombs, he's got grease bombs, oil bombs, flash bombs, nail bombs, itching bombs, pepper bombs, bomb-bombs, and possibly a few more that he has yet to find or think of. Needless to say, the boy knows his way around explosives better than most

Knives: Throwing knives, Cooking knives, whittling Knives, Carving Knives. . . . Argus has tons of knives for any and every occasion and no, you can't know where he got them.

De-obfuscator Goggles: A fancy pair of goggles that Argus managed to win in a game of cards during one of his jobs, these goggles allow the wearer to not only see in the blackest of nights but also lets them see through most kinds of particulate-based obfuscations of sight like smoke, dust, fire, etc. It also automatically adjusts the lens to deal with sudden flashes of intense light, allowing the user to view them without any risk to themselves and only some minimal discomfort.

Puppeteer's gloves: Knifty black gloves that allow one to telekinetically puppet small inanimate objects at will via the attachments of tiny strings of magical energy. Max range of about 5 meters.

Rope: Because you can never have too much rope.

Deck of Cards: A suit of playing cards that explode into a dazzling display of lights with the slightest application of magical energy.

Chameleon Cloak: Provides Argus with the ability to blend into his surroundings to nearly vanishing from sight, though a keen eye could possibly perceive him due to the slight imperfections within the illusion.

[ ]: This is an ancient curse, burn from the Resonance between Argus' Origin and the lingering soul of the Ancient Demon known only as Asura. To put it simply, this Curse is less magic in its own right, instead of acting as more of a conceptual rejection of magic itself. While under the effect of this Curse, Argus' body is surrounded by a field of this Curse energy that repels magical energies and influences from him. This gives him a heightened resilience to direct assault by magical energy attacks as the Curse seeks to negate the incoming attack entirely though at his current level of ability, complete negation is not possible. This negation often has immense destructive potential as the combined energy produced by this reaction explodes outward.

Offensively, the Nameless Curse can be infused into objects and structures, oftentimes creating a delayed explosion of sizeable force due to the nature of the world being soaked in even minute magical energies. While inert objects like rocks, trees, and dirt explode, items with a more active magical current(magical items, mages, living creatures) will experience a much more controlled but painful sensation of corrosion upon the area of infusion. This corrosion will continue to burn away at the area affected and while not too serious at first, leaving such wounds untreated will lead to loss of feeling, greying of the skin, weakening of magical ability, loss of muscle control, and eventually, acute necrosis as the area becomes slowly devoid of magical energy. For most mages, treating this in the early stages is easy enough to do by simply focusing their magic into the area and essentially forcing the curse out through force of will. If allowed to progress to the state of greying skin, however, then treatment becomes a lot more difficult and requires the attendance of a trained professional.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Has a knack for street performance
• Is pretty quick on his feet and sharp with his tongue
• Pretty good with kids
• Surprsingly well-versed in ancient text, languages, and knowledge of ancient artifacts. Enough to rival practiced scholars in the field
• Has no sense of self preservation when people are in trouble
• Can't say no, especially to a pretty face
• A bit of a wannabe cassanova
• Can be rather single minded and stubborn when he puts his mind to something

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Avaddon did not stop in his savaging attacks as the creature reared in pain from the combined assault, continuing to move along the beast's body as he noted the strange dark protrusions with some concern. However as he heard the rumbling gurgle of the beast's breath forming within the gullet, the monk knew he needed to act fast. Picking up speed as he clawed his way up the creature, he soon made it to the top of the beast, heaving himself up with a flip to land on its head with a feral grin. As the scales along his shoulders once more rattled, he gathered his inner power into him with a low breath. Taking a firm stance, he dug low, resisting the movements of the creatures writhing as best he could.

After this brief silence, the monk would let out a bellowing scream as his fingers curled into a fist and slammed down into the creature's head.Hard. And so would every blow that comes after the first, a successive exclamation to accentuate the force of every fire-infused blow into the creature's upper half would have all of Avaddon's strength put into it. His goal was to either disorient or otherwise disable its ability to effectively deal with the others by focusing it's attention on the one up above. If it continued to ignore him, it would be at the beast's own peril.

You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo

Seo had woken up in not the best of moods. The episode from the previous day and how . . . awkward the interaction with Namie had been the other day had hung in his mind deep into the night, and as such he and his boy scout of a dormmate hadn't done much in the way of talking. They'd gotten across some basic things but he'd been too distracted to really get to know the guy.

And as he entered the classroom full of people, he continued to not really pay all the much attention to those around him. He gave the odd nod here and there, but it all served as just a way for him to get into his seat faster without any real interactions. Absently, he felt at his neck, the aching of his scar still seeming to resonate as it had been doing on and off the whole day yesterday. Luckily, it didn't grow into anything more than that, though the medications he had taken once his dormmate had left did make him feel somewhat woozy this early in the morning. It was a common side-effect and faded with time, but he still couldn't help but hate the sensation. It was like cotton and fog filling his brain, a stuffy feeling the made everything just a little harder to process.

Falling into his seat with a groan, he hung his school bag of his chair and wrote a quick little blurb on his white-board before laying his head down. The whiteboard was left leaning against his resting head, reading a simple message:

~Feeling a little tired this morning. If you need me, just tap my shoulder, kay?~

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Unfortunately, Avaddon's scouting venture proved a little less than useful as it seemed their prey were fleeing from something else entirely: Their mother. As the large Malboro tore down his perch and sent him tumbling to the ground, the large man did his best to absorb the impact as he crouched into the fall, rolling to a slight halt someway from the group. Luckily, it's attention was more focus on the others than himself, so he was afforded the time to catch his breath and pick himself back up.

As Avaddon rose to his feet, cracking his neck and shoulders, he sized up the beast before him. It was a rather large one, that was to be certain, but the lack of care it showed towards it's young meant they likely didn't have to worry about it receiving any reinforcements. As it focused on the party's frontline, Avaddon took a moment to circle round its backside as the others held it's attention. Once he was free of possibly getting hit, the monk took a crouching stance, hands before him in a clawed motion as he focused. A single step forth, then another, and soon he was surging forward in a pouncing strike at the creature from behind. As Artemisa pummeled the beast from the front, he sought to dig into its flesh from behind. Through the mass of coiling tendrils and eyes, he latched on, launched a quick barrage of strikes, and then moved elsewhere to begin the process anew, doing his best to divert the monster's attention and perhaps find a weak spot where he could do some real damage.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Bludmach: Outskirts

Kvasir attack drew a screech from the smokey creature holding him, the blades of crimson ichor cutting through it’s weakened form with no issue. Unlike the main creature, this one seemed to struggle to pull it’s body together, following after the Godslayer even as its body struggled to remained connected to the dull red stone at it core. Klaus, meanwhile, would struggle to stand as the creature attacking him sought to drag him deep into the toxic muck. Luckily, his size and strength proved enough to keep him upright for the moment. As a result, the creature changed tactics, forming two ethereal looking tendrils over Klaus’ head which took the form of blades as they prepped to plunge into the wolfman’s back.

At Kvasir’s current pace, he would likely be unable to catch up with the flying monster despite his efforts, as the treacherous ground of the Marsh sabotaged his every step. However, the matter of catching the creature was soon handled as the sound of an explosion sounded from behind him, followed soon by the streaking jet of flame that was Eldrid as the Dragonslayer launched herself at the beast.

Right before impact, Eldrid would see the creature look first behind it then follow the trail of smoke up until it saw her much too late. As she crashed into the mass of writhing shadow, it quickly lost altitude as all three tumbled end over end in a screeching mess of tendrils and body parts as she bit, clawed, and burned the thing. Before long, they would make impact with the ground with an eruption of mud and loose rocks. Luckily for Eldrid and the guide she came to save, the crash was in a relatively stable section of the marsh.

Unluckily, however, the creature was still very much alive. With a final screech, it shifted its formless body in such a way that the masked face of the creature was before her, it’s rubbery mass opening wide to show a maw of shadowy teeth as it surged forward to consume her entire upper body in a mass of shadows. Within the darkness, she’d feel herself being subjected to what felt like hundreds of pinpricks and slashes as the shadows attempted to cut her to ribbons.

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White Harbor

Team Bessie:First Encounter

As Ria life she was used to. Before her being banned from taking a swim, the sea was often filled with fish both big and small, darting about the brief section of shallows that the docks rested upon. . . and the yawning abyss into the ocean depths that stretched out before the town of White Harbour.

Now, it was only home to soft silence broken by the keening call of her target. From her vantage beneath the waves, she could see Bessie’s large form swimming through the ocean depths, diving down towards the depths as she completed another breaching of the ocean’s surfaces, likely having snagged another snack from the betting fisherman up above.

On the dock, some of the other fishermen noted Vectis and Cade getting ready to set out and, as bored fishermen were like to do, soon started taking bets on the group. The exactitudes of the wager were likely easy to figure out, especially as one man started to make a gesture of prayer before bursting into laughter as he slammed his money down. Clearly, they were the underdogs in this instance.
@j8cob@Sanguine Rose@pkken

Aiden

Aiden’s face didn’t express much of anything at first as Kim came clean, only a slight raise of his head as he scratched as his chin in absent thought.

“Well. . . looks like we’ll need to work out a reason for him to not be too with us both, huh?” Aiden’s cold stare turned into a grin as he reached knelt down to russle the young lad’s hair. “Also, you shouldn’t call your elder’s rude names like ‘Old bat’. Mrs. Bloomberg is a nagging sort, but she only does so because she cares. . . well, that and because her husband doesn’t listen otherwise.”

Rising up, the Guild Master shrugged his shoulders, dispersing his ice-make creations with a grand swing of his arm, each bursting into an array of fine ice particles and sending another rush of cold air through the guild as he walked towards the doors.

“Now then, I hope you’ve taken what Serena’s been helping you with to heart because this is going to be a tad bit harder to pull off if we can’t convince him that you being here is still good for your education. Not impossible, mind, but much harder.”
@Leslie Hall

Northern Glade

After exchanging the mirror and Claire doing a final check through her archives to see if she could pull anything up about the runes at all, the group entered the forest in search of their kidnapped suspect. Arc and Claire searched towards the western half of the Glade, while Karna and Nia exploring the eastern half. However, it would only be after a moment into the wood that something rather strange occurred.

One moment the wood was, if eerie, well-lit by the early morning sun with trees barely taller than any of the houses back in White Harbour. The next. . . the sun had vanished behind the leafy boughs of trees so tall you couldn’t even see the tops of them, the only illumination coming from a number of dim glowing orbs of light that floated overhead as if carried by the breeze. Mist pooled around their feet and, deep within the wood, one could hear the creaking snap of something moving. Multiple somethings. Nothing could be seen of the other group either, despite them only just having stepped passed the threshold of the forest.

Glade Group 1

“Ooooookay. . . should I be, like, concerned about this?” Claire did her best to keep a straight face as she looked around the sudden gloom, trying her best to ignore all the sounds of shuffling that echoed around her in the gloom. “You’ve dealt with stuff like this before, right? It’s just a common trick or something. . . . right?”
@Grey

Glade Group 2

For Nia and Karna, the wood would soon seem to wake as , off in the distance, a light started to flicker to life. It bounced on the winds for a few seconds, before flickering off and reappearing a little further into the forest, bobbing once more. Wanting them to follow after.
@Hero@Inkarnate

You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo

To his credit, Seo's face remained perfectly in his calculated expression of happiness and interest, even as he cursed it with everything he had. He could sense the distance growing between them, could feel the discomfort in Namie's words as she let awkward pauses punctuate the conversation, he own fake smiles cracking underneath the weight of. . . concern? Disappointment? The mute boy couldn't tell, and it ate him up inside as he wiped his board, clean, the empty smile on his face staying in place despite his best efforts to let it fall. He had an old friend from way back just asking for him to chat like the old days, but he couldn't open up to her. couldn't even begin to drop the mask, despite how glad he was to see her, how glad he was that she didn't seem to pity him, how glad just. . . standing by her made him. He couldn't convey any of that, the kanji he started to write down seeming to be as empty as his smile.

Luckily, the attention was torn away from him for a moment as Namie called out to Osamu. Unfortunately, that meant he'd have to interact with the stick in the mud as well. Turning around, Seo would produce his intro card with a sleight of hand flourish, holding out behind his fingers for Osamu to take and read. As he did so, he once more wiped his board free of what had been written won't prior and penned a new message.

~So. . . how did you guys take to the presentation? Kinda boring towards the end, am I right?~ He playfully gave Namie a punch in the arm as he showed off the message, perhaps a tad harder than he meant to. But it's fine, he'd done it like that before, right? This is what she wanted him to act like, the old joker that took nothing seriously.

What do you mean 'act'? That's what you're like. It's who you are, stop overthinking it. Don't let that dumb hallucination shake you u, Seo. You're fine. You don't need to worry about it, you don't need those fuckin' pills to feel normal. You are norms. You're just an normal, average kid trying to make friends and get by. . .

@Etranger@Pirouette

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

A v a d d o n

Avaddon couldn't help but let his grin soften as he listened to his compatriots' chatter amongst themselves behind him. He had been a tad bit worried that the lot of them would likely stay quiet and subdued in dour seriousness the whole length fo their journey given how little most of them seemed interested in conversing in the Guild Hall. But he was glad to be proven wrong in this instance, though he chose to keep his words to himself as he continued to keep an eye out for their prey.

Like the others, he noted the change in the air, the miasma growing thicker as they approached the lair but while they felt nervous and apprehensive at the thought of approaching battle. . . Avaddon relished it. The scales that lined his neck and shoulders were now standing up at their full height as he lumbered forward, ember-lit eyes darting this way and that at every flash of movement he could spot. One could liken his gait and readiness to be akin to that of a tiger slowly stalking his way through the underbrush, jaws open ever so slightly in anticipation for the strike.

It did not take long for the prey to show itself, however, as a miniboro scuttled out of the brush to face the party, tendrils flailing and eyes scanning them. It was the next action, however, that gave Avaddon pause. The creature, with neither brainpower to recognize it's own disadvantage nor a sense of self-preservation, ran away? Like Baldr, the large monk did not trust this development, his scales lowering slightly as he cast his eyes upward at the many trees that surrounded them. He'd little familiarity with such terrain but with how easily the bark gave way beneath his fingers. . .

"Blaike, your idea sounds good. . . but I think only one of us should move ahead." Avaddon motioned a hand upward as he began to stretch his arms and calves, not even glancing at his other companions nor leaving the decision up to them as he already began tracing a path through the treetops. "You, Baldr, Mitra, and Ianthe are the best candidates to keep the others safe in case this does end up a trap of some kind, what with your combined skills in magic and martial prowess." Having stretched to his heart's content and feeling properly warmed up, Avaddon walked backward towards the Rearguard, stopping just momentarily to cast a glance towards Luna.

"You're right. Stand up, breathe deep, and face it proudly, or stay hunkered down. I doubt that this will be the worst experience you'll ever experience if you continue down this path." With his peace said, Avaddon cracked his neck, taking a breath to ready himself before he burst into forward in a blur of action. In one instant he was in front of Baldr and Blaike, body lowered and tightened like a spring, in the next he was airborne launching himself at the base of one of the many trees that surrounded them. With a shuddering crack, the monk slammed into the bark, using his feet and clawed grip in the wood to steady himself as he took a moment to see if his new height advantage told him anything new. If so, he would report it to the group, but if not, he'd line up his next leap to the nearest tree forward, taking a moment to call back to the party if he felt the way ahead was clear or not. He never stayed still for too long, knowing that his weight would likely prove to be a mighty strain if he simply hung off it, so he made sure to keep his center of gravity as close to the tree as possible, to lessen the effect of his mass on his handholds as much as could.

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

A v a d d o n

"Same here for me, though given the nature of our target. . . it'll likely blend in with all of this greenery." Avaddon walked with Balder towards the head of the pack, finishing up the last few details of his own weapon maintenance. Rather than the battle gloves or tiger claws that many of his profession tended to go with, the Fabulian Monk wore only a set of hand-wraps. Tough ivory colored fabric clashed with the orange-red of his skin as it coiled around his hands and forearms, ending with a corded threat that hung down for his elbows. At the end of this cord sat the Aldite which he'd been given, casting a dull red glow as if it were a dying ember. Tightening his wraps with a single tug each, the large man gave a contented nod.

As the group came to a halt, Avaddon took a relaxed stance, arms raised high and fingers curved inward in a clawed fashion. The first few strikes struck at naught but air, distorting it as it passed through due to the heat being generated by the Aldite placed in their sockets. Mostly satisfied at seeing that his wraps were functioning properly, the Monk would strike once more. This time, with a target in mind.

The poor tree had no chance to defend itself as Avaddon's fingers tore into its bark, the acrid smell of burning wood flowing into the air as he left the strike to sit for a moment, then tearing the chunk of charred bark he'd created out, smiling in anticipation. Tossing the charred would back and forth in between his hands, he turned his attention out to the forest proper. With an almost nonchalant air, he tossed the charred lump out into the side forest, falling into a stance in tune to the soft rattle of his scales clattering against each other.

This is what he loved more than anything else. . . the quiet before the storm, where everyone was on a razor's edge. He had nothing to say, nothing to proclaim, only a desire that was barely held back by his years of experience in the Fabul deserts. In situations like these, the one who acted first was the one who exposed the biggest opening.

You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo

Seo barely paid attention as the others were called up to meet their roommates, still thinking on his little episode from before. As such, it took him a moment to realize that someone was talking to him, another to realize it was Namie, and a third to quell the flood of emotions that threaten to spread across his face as he quite literally froze up. He opened his mouth absently, as if to speak but snapped it shut before he could embarrass himself further in front of his former friend. Clearing his head with a shake, the young boy was quick to slip into the usual mask. As he started to write up a response, however, he couldn't help but curse the slight shake to his hold on the whiteboard. Of all the times to get hit with a surprise visit from his old life, it had to be after he was already put off by his stupid brain playing tricks on him.

~Wow, wasn't expecting to see you around here, Superstar!~ Lifting up the board for her to see, breathing an internal sigh of relief as she kept her questions somewhat general. Namie have never really been one to pry, and for that, he was grateful for. ~Oh, Isshin just seemed to be a good place to go. They take the whole hero thing really serious and you know me, I try not to do anything halfway.~

Plus it's nice and far away from her. At that thought, Seo couldn't help but feel a scowl carve itself onto his face, remembering how he'd spent this morning gearing up to leave. Her husband had seemed possibly ecstatic to see him out of the house, their kid wouldn't stop crying and clinging to him, and his mother. . . she'd stayed in her room. 'Catching up on work' her husband had said. A lie, but that's fine. It was what their relationship had been for a while now.

Lie after lie after lie. . .

It wasn't until he heard his name being called that Seo came out of his thoughts, blinking as he caught the tail end of his roommate's name. He had no clue who that was, but after taking a quick look around, it became. . . rather clear who that was.

Wow, there are a lot of girls in this class. He thought with a scratch of his chin, giving a wave of acknowledgment his dormmate, but making no effort to actually hurry over to them. He had all the time in the world to say high to fleet admiral stick-in-the-mud. Despite his somewhat shaky response to her approach, he was genuinely happy to see her., and even more so that she even wanted to talk to him. He had. . . kinda blown the whole team off after his incident, and thought they'd wanted nothing to do with him after that.

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