Shadow Daedalus

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Ryuu, for the most part, was silent as the woman set to work on his wound, only grunting quietly as the needle was stabbed into the adjacent nerve endings with a twitch of pain on his face. He was very careful not to move, lest he disturb her work and cause her to make a mistake, but he couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable with the feeling of the wire lightly tugging at his skin before being pulled tight. The pain was bearable, he had suffered worse during his training as a child and his time at Beacon, but the slightly restricted feeling of the rudimentary stitching wasn't a pleasant feeling.

As the woman finished up, he was about to give her his thanks and introduce himself when the Crystal she was using suddenly cracked. Before he could apologise or offer to repay her however, she gathered her things and disappeared back into the blacksmith's with a disappointed sigh. The words died before they could leave his mouth as he watched her go with a single raised eyebrow before sighing to himself and turning towards the Inn to allow his aura to recover and refill Ryujin's dust tanks from the supplies he had brought with him. With any luck, he'd run into the blue-clothed woman later on and he could pay her back, maybe even get a name out of her.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax I'll leave them out for now, It's not like anyone else is using them

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax You're literally the only GM I've ever met that's had a problem with that, but oh well. It's mainly for convenience, so another player knows if your character is interacting with their character.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax I'm gonna need a little clarification about what's OOC

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Given the options, it was fairly clear what the woman intended to do and, although not his first choice, it would be enough to suitably address the problem at hand, that being the gaping wound in his side... He would have done almost the same thing using his sword had he not discovered a technical problem; Ryujin's Burn Dust reserves had been drained during the ambush by the Grimm, leaving only Lightning, Freeze and Gravity Dust, none of which could be used to attend to his wound without risking permanent damage.

"Dealing with this quickly would be more prudent for now, until more through medical treatment is available."

Once the bleeding had been stopped, he would have more time to have the wound stitched properly, but right now he didn't have that luxury so he'd just have to bite the bullet and let the woman in blue help. Stepping closer to her so that she could reach him, he moved his hand from his bleeding and used both hands to pull his robes and undershirt away from the wound, allowing for the woman to apply the dust without it getting in the way.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax I'm waiting on a response from Aqua, I don't know about the others

Pilots Wanted! A Titanfall RP

The Impact of several falling missiles was enough to dissuade James from dismounting from Kilo, if only for the immediate future. Reflexively activating the Vanguard's vortex shield, the falling ordinance was drawn harmlessly into suspension in front of his metal palm along with a handful of loose rubble from the previous skirmish. Narrowing his eyes at the blaring pilot lock warning, he turned his machine sharply and flared the shield, flinging the explosive cocktail of rocks and mortar shells in the general direction of the threat.

The impromptu projectiles smashed into the structure somewhere in the general vicinity but James didn't wait to see if the rising dust was accompanied by a red mist or battered corpse. Instead he instantly utilised one of three saved up electric smoke charges and blanketed the area around Kilo with Lock-preventing smoke. Using the loss of sight line to his advantage, he quickly disembarked from the safety of Kilo's cockpit, Flatline in hand and Wingman Elite on his thigh, and grappled onto a low roof adjacent to where the lock had come from, carrying his momentum into a wall-run as he made his way higher up the line of buildings, hopping across the wide gaps with well-timed Jump-pack blasts. At the same time, Kilo broke off and moved down one of the adjacent lanes in an attempt to break sight-lines, crushing an unfortunate squad of IMC marines in the process.

Once he has sure his titan was in a safer position, James crouch-slid to a stop in the shadow a silo or storage tank on the roof just across from the slightly scorched hole in the building where he had thrown the missiles and slowly scanned the nearby area, trying to make-out any sign of the enemy foolish enough to underestimate a Vanguard Pilot. Gen 3 Titans like Vanguards or Monarchs, their IMC knockoffs, weren't given to just any pilot after all. Mag-locking his rifle to his back and reaching into a specialised sheath on his chest, he quickly drew a Pulse Blade and tossed it in the general vicinity of building. If the enemy was still in the area, the radar technology within the specialised throwing knife would let James know immediately, even if they were hiding under a Cloak.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

With the soft thump of a Grimm corpse hitting the ground, a quiet calm descended back upon the swampy woodland north of Mission as a solitary figure twirled his curved blade in his hand before sliding the flat of it along the back of his hand, as if wiping away blood that wasn't there, and back into its weaponized sheath. His eyes slid closed and He let out a long exhale before turning to look at the fallen monsters littering the clearing with a tired and disdainful glare. Three Ursas, a half dozen Beowolves and an Alpha of each type with just as many Boarbatusk dotted between them, all in varying stages of decay.

He looked back in the direction of Mission and made to start walking but the first step went a stabbing pain lancing up his body and he grimaced before looking down at his body. The danger passed, his adrenaline high had dissipated and he was painfully reminded of the claw wound marring his side, blood beginning to soak through his undershirt and into his robes. He hissed and pressed his arm onto the bleeding wound to stem the flow somewhat as he pressed on towards the village he had stopped off in on his search for his wayward teammate, all the while mentally cursing out the Damn Alphas, jumping in while he already has his hands full.

Ryuu, unsurprisingly, was glad to be surrounded by the structures and walls of the village when he had arrived, the slim but still present threat of a Grimm ambush finally truly null. It was two-fold, as not only was it a place of shelter and healing but it also reminded the young Huntsman of his childhood, of home. A small comfort to be sure, but with a great significance. He allowed himself to relax slightly, mindful not to relax the pressure on his wound as his began to search for someone that wasn't busy and might be able to direct him to a doctor or apothecary of some kind. Most villages had one, as not everyone had their Auras unlocked and even if they did, it wasn't a perfect defence. Like all things, it had its limits and a place was needed when those limits were passed, Unfortunately, such was the situation Ryuu was in. The wound itself wasn't life-threatening, but it was enough to limit his movements and hinder him in combat so he wanted to resolved the problem sooner rather than later.

He noticed someone that seemed to be unoccupied, a hooded woman leaning idle on the wall of the the blacksmiths, and approached, simultaneously to make a note to drop by to restock on his dust supplies and maybe do some maintenance on Ryujin. He kept as much pain as he could out of his movements, as to avoid giving the woman unnecessary worry, but the hand placed over his side was enough of a giveaway should anyone pay enough attention. He gave a small, somewhat reassuring smile before he spoke, his voice tinted by a light mistralean accent.

"Excuse me, but could you please point me to a doctor of some kind? I have a wound I'd like looked at, if at all possible."

To emphasise his point, he moved his hand briefly to reveal the layer of both fresh and drying blood before gently but firmly moving it back and shifting uncomfortably. The pressure stemmed the bleeding but did nothing for the pain, so getting the wound dressed properly and taking some decent painkillers would the most prudent thing right now.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax Sorry about not being active at all, I've been insanely busy along side writer's block meaning what little free time I have isn't letting me write anything

Yandere Simulator: the Next Generation

As long as few of us are still posting, this RP can survive!