TheWanderingWraith

GoldForest's Tree of plots, ideas, and searches.

The Shark Season one looks interesting.

I'm in. Sharks don't get the recognition they deserve anyways.

Odox 3030: Attack of the Cyborgs

Nobody had been captured as well, but it was clear by the fact she was still unconscious in the neighboring cage that she had put up more of a fight. She wasn't dead, it was evident by the movement of her chest. She had been tossed in, and was crumpled in on her side. For the first time since Kjolmar had met her, Nobody didn't look like the powerful carrier that had walked a half-step behind Kjolmar throughout the rise of the Freedom Fighters. Her eyes were closed, and though she didn't smile even in rest, her features had relaxed to a frighteningly placid look.

Her breathing was unsteady and clearly labored, and she was dead to the world, at this point. Once every few minutes, the carrier would be hit with some kind of internal pain, as she flinched and sparks flew, along with her breath temporarily shortening. Whatever she'd done, the Cyborgs had done in turn.

Odox 3030: Attack of the Cyborgs

Nobody sighed softly, knowing she'd have to explain her semi-misophonic nature. She then paused when Kjolmar stopped. She wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing, and she couldn't exactly see through Kjolmar. "What is it?" she asked, moving forwards, tense and ready to let loose with a wide-spread electric 'net'. The 'net' was a rough grid-like strike. It send a wide, flat plane of electricity at attackers, and dissipated quickly.

Odox 3030: Attack of the Cyborgs

Nobody jerked back from Kjolmar's touch, knowing she was still rather potent. She nodded in response to the plan, and as they walked, Nobody made a verbal response to Kjolmar's first comment. "Dawmist is just going to have to deal with it. We didn't plan to be shot down out of the sky," she said flatly, padding along with an eerie silence. She was good at keeping quiet, and had used it to her advantage multiple times. "Which way is that cyborg with the laser? The thunder was.... disorienting..." she asked, seeming to become agitated at the mention of thunder. She shrugged it off, having more pressing matters. Such as potential cyborg attacks, and the fact that she had to make sure not to trip. Tripping was never good. It was distracting and often a shock to the system.

Odox 3030: Attack of the Cyborgs

Nobody ignored Labassa, although she did shoot the reporter a dark look. At feeling Coura's hand on her shoulder, she shuddered involuntarily. "Thanks," she replied shortly, moving away like a cur slinking from an attacker. She listened to Nubius, and nodded in agreement. She then listened to Kjolmar thoughtfully. "Kjolmar... we both know what's going to happen. It's been building up since Skylora accepted Carriers back into society. War's gonna bust out, and it's gonna be damn ugly. I can hold off those pathetic excuses for living beings, easy," she said a little too easily.

The dark-eyed carrier started to make a wide circle around the plane, her hands sparking, practically daring an attacker to show themselves. They would not be met with kindness, nor one of Nobody's 'lighter' attacks. She continued to make this same circle, a way of pacing. "We can't just sit here for two days in Friskian territory, Kjolmar. We either need to lead the charge or fall back and get our asses to safety," she stated as she passed by Kjolmar on her second lap.

Magic Academy Magic Wars

Ripley gave a sharp rap on the door of the Principal's office, back straight and brow furrowed. For others, the dilemma of being in a magic army was almost trivial, but to Ripley Quinn, it was like being asked to murder. She folded her arms across her chest as she waited, her dark, intelligent eyes locked on the door in front of her. The door didn't seem so scary anymore. Neither did this school, with its lovely Victorian-esque architecture and camaraderie of fellow magic-wielders.

Ripley felt her long fingers start to tap impatiently on her arm, and forced them to still. She could practically feel the weight of being in an army, and rolled her slender shoulders to rid herself of the uncomfortable phantom sensation. In spite of her rather calm exterior, her mind was whirling in a silent cacophony of attempting to figure out what she could do to get herself out of this one.

Odox 3030: Attack of the Cyborgs

Nobody was on her feet the second the plane jerked, and at first went to the cockpit to manipulate the controls and see if there was an auto-landing option. When Kjolmar called, the dark-haired carrier held onto the door with one hand, looking at where the laser beam had come from. Her dark eyes scanned to see where the beam had come from. At finding it, she called to Kjolmar. "If there's any amount of metal in that thing he's shooting, magnetic or not, I can hit it," she affirmed.

Her grip on the door tightened as she raised one hand, sparks flying from both her hand and the air around her. Any static electricity amplified slightly, causing a quick yet harmless static shock to anyone nearby. Touching the carrier would be a grave mistake right now, as she had electricity flooding her slender frame. Her hand went down, and seemed to hurl a bolt of sheer white lightning towards the ground. True to her word, if there was any metal in that laser-shooting machine, the bolt would strike dead-on. Seconds after the bolt left her hand, a monstrous roar of thunder shook the plane, causing Nobody to have to hurl herself backwards to avoid being thrown clear out of the plane. "God damn, I hate thunder," she snarled under her breath.

Nobody was actually a little misophonic, certain sounds causing irrational irritation in her. Thunder was one of them. She always wore earplugs during storms. Other noises that bothered her were practically any kind of grating noise, like a knife sharpener, or someone writing with chalk. She had never expressed this, but one might simply think she was somewhat afraid of storms... which wasn't true.

Magic Academy Magic Wars

Ripley had quietly entered, and was affronted to see that she was a part of some 'Rainbow' army. She had heard no mention of being pushed into an army as well as having to leave her perfectly fine non-magic school! A deep frown creased the normally placid features as she turned on her heel, dress spinning around her knees as she walked briskly towards the principal's office to discuss this matter. If she had to attend this academy, it was fine. However, Ripley knew how dangerous electricity could be, even though she was immune to being electrocuted in any manner. She refused to use this potent ability to do any sort of battle.

Ripley shucked her short hair out of her eyes, frown degrading to a solemn, grave look. She did not get irritated often, but she did when she was blindsided. Especially when it came to something that tore at everything she'd been taught as a child, and had decided against doing anyways. One or two weaker lights flickered slightly as she passed, but nothing really noticeable, as those weaker lights were the lights that flickered anyways.

Magic Academy Magic Wars

Name: Ripley Quinn
Age: 16
Ability/Magic: Power over electricity and light
Appearance (picture or description):
Personality: Ripley is a clever, quiet person. In spite of her powers, she usually doesn't show them much, except when feeling strong emotions, or when she needs to. Hence, she has learned to keep a general state of calmness. Ripley transferred this year, and is unknowing that Magic Academy is also an army. She is a pacifist and has never raised a hand against anyone in her life. She is softspoken and musically inclined.
Backstory: Ripley came from a rather supportive family, and once used her powers to save her father's life, shocking his heart back into beating after an accident. Her mother was a very tranquil lady, Ripley having no memory of her ever raising her voice. Her father was much more passionate, but he never yelled unless he wanted to be heard. Ripley strove to be like her mother, seeing as it kept her powers under control. With gentle urging, Ripley decided to attend Magic Academy, with a soft voice and gentle heart.