The Fox Without

Fantasy's Shattering

I was kinda leaning towards a mix between Dresden files illusions and the illusion branch in elder score if that makes any sense.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

BOX 297 Amon's eyes widened as she saw the boxes beginning to appear, unsure of where this,was headed, but doubting there was anything she wanted in those conjured parcels. She started to feel a tingle as the numbers began to shimmer, quickly dropping the now luminescent scrap as she began to feel a strange pull to the box. Her memories of the cell she was in just days ago rose in unbidden in her mind, panic starting to enter her thoughts at the thought of being confined again. In an instinctual act of self preservation, Amon was quickly in the process of shifting to her more natural form as a Fox when she was fully transported to the box. She was easily used to shifting by now, having had a couple of decades to get used to the idea, but combined with the strange sensation of having been teleported so quickly gave her reason to be glad of not having a meal recently. It was all she could do to keep from dry heaving as soon as she was fully materialized within the box. Once she noted that she was indeed within yet another cage, she was quick to beat down the welling fear with a surge disdain. "How very droll," she said with a harsh tone, sitting on her launches, happily noting her orb, where the voice seemed to come from, had at least made the journey with her, before taking survey of the room, tails whipping about agitatedly. "It seems I've traded one box for another," her eyes focusing on the strange being she seemed to share space with at the moment, her voice taking on a glided tone, making a well practiced change to that of a person pleasantly suprised "although at least it appears I may have some company this time." She recognized the telltale signs of a robot from her time among earth, having even gained a few as gifts when posing as some rich CEO 's favorite new arm candy when she wanted someone with enough money to throw around to make her...hobbies a little more viable. This however had certainly never been seen in any sort of commercial market. It seemed more suited to construction or, as she guessed was probably more likely, combat. 'It's a shame I never got a chance to eat that cute little engineer,' she reminisced with a toothy smirk as she tried to evaluate the being before her, 'Smelled too much of oil and copper all the time, very unappealing to the pallet as it were' she thought as she pulled the orb a bit closer to her, keeping it tucked under her right paw. Her snout wrinkled as she caught a whiff of the creature in the room, smelling much the same as the engineer in fact, the whirrs and clicks coming from within a bit aggravating, much like a loud clock in a silent room. 'Ah well, no point in simply sitting here,' she decided, promptly releasing a small bit of mana directed at the mechanoid while aiming at an amicable attitude, forgoing the pheromones as she doubted it'd do much to her. Her orb grew slightly luminescent as it pulsed slowly for a few seconds, but gave no other signs of activity, Amon idly rolling it on the ground under one paw. She'd never attempted using her abilities on those of a more mechanical persuasion, save a few low end cyborgs, but it was worth a shot. "I don't suppose this'd be as easy as you showing me to the nearest exit," she asked with a conspiratorial smirk, or as best as she could manage with a muzzle full of fangs.

Fantasy's Shattering

Got an idea for an rogue that has dipped into some illusion and mind altering magic, but those kinds of abilities always seem a bit iffy from GM to GM, do y'all have any thing against that? Edit:BT-dubs, what kind of areas are there in this setting,so as to have a few options when writing or characters up, if y'all don't mind my asking?

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Cool, just checking in. Edit: yeah thinking on it, kinda rude, a mix of anxiety and rushing on my part, never had huge wells of patience, imma derp :p

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

-_- any word on what I should do, seems my box mates are MIA, kinda want to post but don't want to waste time writing if they don't chime in.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Ah well we'll see what happens looking forward to the next bit, but feeling pretty tired, so not gonna post anything tonight. Nighty night everyone.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Quick question, incase we do the fight route, would Amon's mind altering abilities even effect Yuga, what do y'all think gms, also is Ma there or not.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

Yeah sorry haven't got the history down yet, keep getting distracted, already know what it is, just gotta write it out, procrastination hoooo !!

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

Name: Jacob Sterling Age:26 Sex: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Appearance: Height: 5'11" Weight: 200lbs Personality: Very easygoing with an underlying bravado, can often be found in brothel after hours, and sometimes on the clock. Has learned to easily takes on personas while undercover. Strong sense of justice, hates seeing others oppressed by those in power. Has anger issues if he is aware of cruel acts. He's learned to put those feelings aside when undercover, smothering it with whatever persona he's taken on, but is usually overly aggressive afterward, unintentionally gaining him the bad cop label in interrogations. History: Likes: Women Whiskey Pub crawls Dislikes: Mistreatment of women or children Wasting good liquor Uneven fights Starting Faction: Police Magic Shade:Yellow Manifestation: Bladed Revolver Musical Theme(s): http://youtu.be/HMnrl0tmd3k Other: Has a special bottle of whiskey at the office he saves for special occasions. Always carries a flask on him, being a firm believer if you enjoy something, male it available on the go. drunk Has a tendency to hand out disturbing the peace citation to people who annoy him, especially if they try to use the police for something like saving their cat from a tree or other asinine requests, or he may just be . Is a happy drunk. Has a very acrobatic fighting style, rarely staying one place for long, and even more rare for him to stay on the ground if he can avoid it.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.