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Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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Grimm Studies 0101101

@Guess Who@suku


Llyr heard many shouts of instruction around him from the other students, many of them saying that they'd take it upon themselves to take out the stems or the beast itself. The faunus merely chuckled to himself. He wasn't really sure if anyone was in a position to order others around. He found it funny when people would say anything to get all the glory, not that he cared about such a pointless prize. A sense of accomplishment is all people really needed.. Or a good snack. Fried chicken sounded good right around now.

As the veil on the Dionaea was lifted, the beast immediately attacked every student. The two heads of Llyr's Steel Cephalopod changed to graspers from blades as he realized in a split second that these stems were too thick to cut like flesh. The two Grimm appendages attempted to crush him from both sides, like a clap. The squid preferred an applause rather than a single golf clap. Without even moving a single step or making a gesture, his weapons moved as if they had a mind of their own, two out of the four tentacles catching the stems as they attempted to crush the Faunus. The Steel Cephalopod creaked as they fought against the struggling stems. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU, ROBBIE?! THE GRIMM ARE FRESH FOR THE 'PICKING'!! He laughed loudly in the chaos that unfolded. Get it? Picking? Flowers? No? Alright.

He glanced to the side to see Cian having some trouble with the tentacles that attacked her. Of course a ranged fighter would have troubles. The two free heads of his weapon changed to graspers, quickly extending to grapple two roots that bashed at the poor student. The graspers pulled the caught roots toward Llyr to secure a better grip. "Careful now, girlie. I'd hate to see a friend get turned into purée!!" He chuckled, giving her a cheeky smirk.

His gaze went back to the Grimm, his own tentacles still shaking slightly as they held the roots with an iron grip. He lifted his cane, aiming at the smaller heads of the plant. He fired a pre-loaded Fire dust shot. Maybe a little bit of a blaze will give me some nice roasted vegetables? Perhaps.
@Keyblade87

If you're not going to advance the plot, I'm going to clean up the ambushers. Based on the assumption that they're not important.
@Keyblade87
Knock knock

Grimm Studies 1001101

@Suku@Guess Who@Awesomoman64


Llyr couldn't help but chuckle after Robbie's magnificent job as Trad's Hypeman. He could tell that the two were close friends, but the squid thought that telling another person about their semblance wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. Not that he was going to think much of it, they were all friends here, right? Possibly~ "I'm like a surprise party, you never know what you'll see nor will you know why. Ever~!" He responded with a smirk. He turned to Cian who had recently recovered from their fantastic dance number. She was a good dance partner, or at least that's what he surmised. "Now now, my fair lady. It's not a fun surprise if I tell you every time~", he laughed, giving her another pat on the head.

By this time, a rather plump old man walked into the classroom. Definitely the teacher.. What was his name again? Dock? Pier? Jetty..? Harbour. It must be Harbour. This Chatsworth fellow must be a great friend to help create such an extension for a classroom. The Dionaea looked rather menacing. Llyr could distinctly remember the last time he saw one of these things. Unfortunately he was a small cephalopod at the time so he couldn't do anything other than hide and then run away. Well, now was a better time than any to see if his tentacles were stronger than theirs. His gaze moved back to Trad as he came back with a plan. Llyr's eyes quickly flit around the room before they came back to Trad. "We have many friends here, drawing attention will be troublesome for you~", he replied ominously as the Steel Cephalopod slowly crept out of his back like a stalking predator. The heads of each appendage changed form from grapples to blades in a very erratic fashion as he turned away again.

"Mother always said to eat your vegetables. Does a plant Grimm count~?" he wondered in a tone that anyone would attribute to a melodic madman. He licked his lips in anticipation as he faced the Grimm in the box. Llyr's cane was planted into the ground in front of him, both hands resting on it's head. Some could liken his stance to be similar to the Headmaster's, except with a more cocky expression. His appendages shifting and moving like they were going to malfunction or something.
He felt the excitement building up among his peers.


'How would you like it?'
'Frenched is fine. Frenched is very fine.'
'Really? I'd prefer it dead.'


Matsuko's blade shuddered in excitement as the 'False Deity - Kibahime' appeared before her. After she had ingested another food pill, similar to the last one, the two of them eyed one another for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move. The Samurai would've engaged immediately had she not been waiting for some of her cooldowns to finish. 3..2..1..

Planting her foot into the ground, she launched herself forward. In a quick flash of silver, she unsheathed her blade; <Iaijutsu>. Kibahime, despite wielding such a seemingly unruly weapon, managed to parry the skill much to Matsuko's disdain. However this was only the first of many strikes. In another quick flash, akin to moonlight, the Samurai executed <Moonlight Slash> putting a defense debuff on the Oni. Matsuko hadn't forgotten about the two lesser Oni that stood beside the Kibahime. Her eyes flashed red as she bellowed, "I'll feed you to my blade!" All three Oni screeched in anger at her words, striking out at her. She wondered if the glitch still worked..

CLANG! All three weapons stopped on top of her blade as she executed <Kaeshi>. She smirked, striking all three of her foes in a single counterattack. The glitch involved blocking more than one strike simultaneously within the small window of <Kaeshi>, something that was never really known or fixed since the timing window was so narrow that it was thought to be impossible to achieve. Matsuko, among a few other Samurai in the server knew about this exploit, but had always kept it under wraps for obvious reasons.


Tokyo-to was indeed an interesting place to be. It seemed to be the most peaceful place on the planet, although Hanako had never seen the rest of the world. An escaped military experiment couldn't randomly travel the world without being targeted.. Also money was also a problem. She could technically use a missile to fly to another country, however such things would bring even more attention to herself. This place was nice to live in anyway. The locals were kind enough to help her and she always made sure to repay them. It had been quite a long time since she last used her powers since she didn't want to destroy anything. The sights that she had seen were more than amazing to her. They may have appeared mundane to those who had lived here all their lives, but to her, there was something wonderfully moving about seeing untouched nature. Hanako had grown so used to seeing craters upon craters, destroyed buildings, body parts scattered around the blast zone.

Although there was something odd about this place at the same time. Whenever monsters appeared, monsters she had never seen before.. Someone would appear out of nowhere, bearing powers that she had never seen before, and destroy the monster in an instant. At first she thought it was extremely odd, she always asked them about their powers whenever she got the chance. None of them were experiments like her. "Oh, I just woke up with powers one day" or "These are god given!" were responses she would usually hear. She never once spoke of her own powers. She felt that if she showed them, they'd be horrified.

However, life moves on and things change. For better or for worse. Today was a time of change for her. The city of Tokyo-to was suddenly being overrun by black sludge-like creatures. The sheer number of them was quite suffocating already, however they didn't seem very intelligent. They just acted like a wave of mindless drones. Hanako stood still as the city went to hell. People screaming, fleeing, crying. It's just like back then, except they weren't running from her. She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Izmeneniye." Which was Russian for 'change'. She had heard many heroes say something like "Henshin!", but such words don't work for her as her powers were programmed to activate using Russian. Although her body didn't change as dramatically, her hair became blond and she gained a few plates of armor. Such things were cosmetic as the scientists wanted to differentiate between transformed and normal states of being so she wasn't constantly in battle mode.

A manic grin spread across her face as she looked around herself. "It's been awhile! HAHAHA!!" She laughed hysterically as a single missile launched from under her feet. As if her feet were stuck to the missile, she flew into the air, the missile almost immediately detaching from her feet when she had become airborne. Numerous RPG-7's phased into existence creating a ring of rocket launchers below her feet. With a snap of her finger the launchers fired simultaneously, obliterating everything below her in a spectacular fashion. Again, she laughed hysterically as she summoned another missile under her feet. Riding it like a surfboard into the sky to get an even better view of the carnage.

Grimm Studies 1111101

@Suku@Guess Who@Awesomoman64


Llyr turned to see a new face. So many people to talk to, all showing up at random! Good ol' Robbie, such a people magnet. The Faunus gave the newcomer a quick look-over before making an overly gracious bow before the two whom had just introduced themselves. "New friends indeed! Well met, Trad, Cian! I am Llyr. Llyr of the Seven Imaginary Seas! Llyr the Cephalopod of Destiny! Llyr the Faunus that'sreallygoodatcheeringpeopleup!" He let out a sharp bark of laughter, his hands on his hips in some proud, triumphant pose. He had introduced himself twice to Cian. Not that it bothered him.

"Should you forget the name of this Squid, he will remind you! TEN FOLD!" he exclaimed as he grabbed Cian's hand, putting his other on her waist like they were about to dance, moving her slightly away from the other two. And dance they did. He suddenly twirled her on the spot before leaning her back, his hand supporting her, their faces coming quite close to each other as he did this. He gave her a cheeky smirk before he brought the both of them back upright, letting her go as if nothing happened at all. How he managed to pull this off in such a small space would remain a mystery. Even to himself.

He looked back over at Trad, his grin still as warm as ever, "I assume you're Robbie's partner? Friend? Spouse? Hypeman?" He questioned in a joking manner.
Alya is unpopular~

The Capital, Elementia



As Alya moved through the crowd, her shared vision with Akash spotted most, if not all the archers. While she acknowledged that it wasn't the best idea to split from the group, she knew that she could easily get back to them if need be. Given that one or two of the enemies had been killed or incapacitated by the other knights, it should be a lot easier on herself to hunt them down. It seemed that they didn't realize her position. The huntress was already onto them.

Alya had swiftly climbed onto a roof, her foot steps as silent as a feather. The closest archer was still focused on the other knights down below, which was very much in her favor. The concept of bait was often not something that amateurs like these thought about, although calling the others 'bait' might be a little extreme. She waited a moment before putting the blowpipe to her lips, 'fft..' The dart flew true, piercing the neck of one of the archers. He slumped over and rolled off the roof, his body flopping onto the stone below. Staying out of sight behind the tiles of the peaking roof, she unsheathed her boomerang, letting it fly immediately. The weapon curved as it made it's journey back to it's owner; however Alya had thrown it at a wider angle, the blunt weapon crashing into another ambusher's skull with a loud 'THUNK', knocking him out.. She'll need to pick that up later. Four down so far.

She glanced back at the wagon in the distance; they hadn't moved all that much, which was concerning. It's not like she would've been that helpful if she was there.

Her shared vision kept view of a few more enemies, but they looked a little uncertain now that their numbers had been cut down.
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