Xiro Zean

project//Godslayer

@HaltingBlooper
Probably why I @mentioned the GM for that second question XD

project//Godslayer

@Sarcelle Renard
Hey there, I was dropping by since this RP has the potential to go crazy, fast (and I've never had the chance to use environment-changing levels of power), so I have to ask:

1) Are there still more spaces left?

2) Would an ability that split a godslayer's power into two individual forms (aka two people who share the same heart/ soul/ whatever you call it), and each of the "parts" having a specialization in an aspect that affects how the enhancements are integrated (the "attack" based's eye enhancements magnify details and individual features, the "defense" based's eye enhancements are sensitive to motion and can pick up on high speed movement more efficiently for example) be alright in this sort of setting?

I'm thinking that their limiters force them to be unable to fuse back together (thereby condensing both "parts" into a whole, magnifying the powers by atleast double). Also mulling over whether or not to give the duo/ character access to a "hammerspace armory" made of light as an ability (The ability to create their own weapons out of light itself that cannot be a ranged weapon of any kind. Pretty much DIY lightsabers that aren't necessarily "sabers".)

Tl;dr I just want to know the limits on what I can do with character creation.

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@Hostile
Oh, cool. Well, he's probably about to die from drowning in his own blood. His skin is in punctured, the hide too thick for a "simple" concussive blow to break it.

However, the bones are the problem, specifically the ribs cause a few of them would've broken from the impact and probably punctured his lungs. He's dead, but Stormborn's giving him a sendoff... after someone else posts. I have the ingrained rule to wait for 2 posts before I do XD

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@Hostile

Slow down, articulate your words, child xD So, he's almost dead, and probably going to be dead in a couple of minutes without healing magic of the highest order? I'm pretty sure your group of sci-fi soldiers don't have a healing rig for a cat the size of a Humvee. Neither would they heal it if they DID have one, actually.

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@Hostile
Yeah, it was kind of confusing tbh, but the last few lines were supposed to clarify... guess I gotta be more specific with stuff :P Let's just say Canti followed Amma for shits and giggles.

If he ain't dead, then he's probably unconscious. I probably wouldn't get back up from being hit by a truck either :D

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@Hostile
Slightly confused by your post. Was the small moving entity an animal or my character? Becuase the manticore and Amma went in different directions.

Also, that's cold blooded. Killing off a background character that would've never seen the light of day again XD

Not gonna lie though, I laughed when I had the mental image of the big, fat cat getting bounced by a vehicle that resembles a speeding bullet.

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@twannyman

Thanks, man :D

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Looking back at my post, I think I need to learn the word "restraint"... that's way too long.

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In the forests surrounding the quaint town of Norton, life lavishly continued. Despite the frequent lumber operations that occurred in the area, the woods expanded and grew faithfully with each passing season, invigorated by the natural magic that suffused the earth itself. The endless canopy of green swayed with the morning winds, dew shining upon the leaves as the sun rose above. By a small pond, a ibak drank its fill from the earth's providence, lapping from the watering hole to quench the thirst that had come with its awakening as the pronged horns upon its head jutted proudly into the air.

But, from the brushes proximal to it, a powerful predator eyed its prey with greedy delight. A large, scorpion tail waved silently in the air as the tensed, muscled limbs of a lion readied to pounce. Two bat-like wings trembled in anticipation as the carnivore finally took its chance, pouncing from its concealed position towards the unprotected left flank of the ibak, revealing itself to be a mantcore of a ripe age. With the twin calls of a harried bleat of fear and roar of triumph, claws quickly reached their prey, victory within reach... When suddenly a hand took hold of the ibak's right antler and tugged the herbivore out of the predator's path. With no cushion of meaty flesh to stop it, the manticore could not unfurl its wings fast enough to avoid crashing into the waters instead. Landing in a decidedly regal manner, the manticore turned to face its prey, snarling with tempered rage as it was rewarded by the figure of a human who had become a familiar sight within the territory.

Said human sent the manticore a sly grin, running her hand through the soft pelt of the ibak's neck. A calming gesture, but also a taunt for the predator if it had ever seen one. "Now, now, Canti," the human started, facial expression becoming vulpine as mischievous intentions lathered her feminine voice, calling upon the manticore's name with the undertone of a growl. "Hunting more than needed? Your third hunt before mid-sunrise... greedy. Am I wrong?"

Hammer wielded in one hand, Amma Stormborn stood before the manticore, denying him of his newest meal. She turned her head to the ibak, seeming to have dismissed Canti with the motion as her dialect sliped into the meticulous baying of the deer-like creatures. "Flee, Shakuntala. I will not save you again from ignorance. Your herd searches for you." The ibak lowered her head in deference as she replied with a terse but honest, "Thank you," then pranced away into the foliage that Canti once skulked within. Throughout the entire exchange, Canti chose to do nothing. He did not come to fight over a meal that was only meant to satify his desire for hunting.

"You stopped me, Speaker," he finally growled as his prey disappeared from view, using one of the many names the creatures of the wild used for her specifically. Glancing at the carnivore, she tipped her head in agreement.

"Find a new hobby. Prey has been scarce."

"Then why are you here?"

"So it doesn't get worse."

"Lies," Canti's amusement breaks way through his irritation, suffusing his growls with levity. "Wanderlust never fades, does it?"

Amma's superior smirk widens to a smile. "Well, you're not wro-"

The conversation was cut off by a quick blur of movement that caught both of their attentions, claws unsheathing from furred paws as steel weapon was grasped in both hands, human and manticore turning as one to meet the threat...

And confronted a hummingbird, who had quickly stilled as it wrestled with its fear and duty.

The tension was lost as quickly as it came, Canti beginning to groom himself as the avian recovered from its temporary shock, coming to rest upon the human's shoulder to chirp softly into her ear as she lowered her hammer. It's become commonplace to see a small creature of some kind appearing before the Stormborn, informing her of important happenings and developments. Most likely, it was one of those "messengers" that had notified the human of Shakuntala's absence from her herd.

As the hummingbird took flight once more, having delivered its message, Amma strapped her hammer into a holster upon her back and stretched her legs as if preparing for a hundred meter dash. Intrigued, Canti lifted his head from his personal grooming to observe the human. "What is it?" he finally asked, the hermit having fully limbered her body and prepared to leave. "Strange appearances nearby, apparently metal golems arrived through a magic passageway. Moving to observe." As she left the watering hole in a breakneck sprint, the manticore eloped from the area moments later, flecking water aside with each stride he took. As tempting as it was, there was no reason to follow the Stormborn. Despite her uptake of pacifism in recent years, her record has been full of life-threatening events that outstrip anyone he knew. No matter what mantle she wore, it's been a universal fact that danger followed the Stormborn's footsteps.

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@Hostile
Already done. Gonna take the next 24 hours as a means to bash my head with a stick for good ideas write my intro post.