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[Ploegy]

♦ Zelda ♦ The Intelligent ♦
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♦ 117 ♦ Female ♦ LoZ: BoTW ♦ Healer ♦ Tagged: Chopper ♦

Nodding slightly, she figured a trip beyond the forcefield might prove as a useful time to gather what the could to make medicine and the likes. Maybe that was part of the reason why they were going out though knowing their leader he had to have some other reason in mind. It was actually surprising that they had managed to survive as long as they had in the space they had, though the forcefield had span plenty of land that they were able to grow food and other things on to keep them all alive and they had technology that helped as well. As he continued to speak, she was a bit confused by his words. What did he mean getting back to his crew? As far as she was aware anyone that hadn't been able to make it too this place had been killed off by the beasts. How it was possible for them to travel from universe to universe was still a mystery but nevertheless they had and from what she had learned during her time here, everyone had met similar situations. Maybe there was another safe haven that she was unaware of though. That might be possible. "I'm sorry if this is out of line, but how do you know your crew is alive? As far as I'm aware whenever the beasts attacked most perished. I cannot be certain of the state of my own home, but if the rest of my kingdom had been attacked like my knight and I were then I dare say that only him and I were able to survive, though he is in critical condition and in that building where we've kept those in such conditions," she rambled.

[senpai.]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt

It had been a long time since Risyn had fought someone this good. Geralt's skill rivaled that of Lord Morgaine's, and he had the magic to match. The impact of his shield breaking had been enough to push her back a bit, something that hadn't happened in a while. Maybe she could fight just a little harder. After all, he seemed plenty resilient. And if he did die, she could always raise him again. "I wouldn't call 'em Eldritch," she said, cracking her neck, "but if it's power you want..." The runes along Icefel's tang blazed to life, icy blue and sickly green dancing up and down the blade. "I've got plenty 'o that." The Death Knight thrust her sword into the air, bolts of black energy crackling from its tip into the ground. Where they struck, the gravel began to shake and shift, decaying, dessicated hands clawing their way to the surface. A group of ghouls emerged around Risyn, rotting flesh hanging from their blackened, diseased bones. She leveled her sword at the Witcher, her army of the dead surging forwards as a pulse of frost blossomed from Icefel's tip. This was no ordinary ice, however. This particular blast was one of the signature Death Knight magics, a slow, creeping cold that sunk deep into its victim's body.

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn

At the Death Knight's proclamation, Geralt's frowning lips slowly turned upside down, becoming reminiscent to a lupine grin as he felt his blood beginning to pump faster in his veins. The magical power he could practically feel blossoming from her body was cold - not unlike that of the Wild Hunt. Only hard-fought control kept him from immediately lunging forward to attack the source of said dark power, the Witcher opting to simply watch, his blade still held in its loose stance. Risyn's sword was obviously powerful - with a lot of the energy crawling from the weapon itself. It felt...almost...sickly.

Wait...there was no way-

The stench of decaying, rotten flesh tore through his senses, causing Geralt to take a half-step back out of pure surprise. A large horde of...ghouls? Rotfiends? Undead Drowners? Whatever they were, they surged forward with high, yet clumsy speed, pushing past each other as they dived towards his form. At the same time, a blast of some sort of frosty magic left the tip of Risyn's sword with unexpected fervor, almost immediately bypassing the horde of monsters.

"...Damn."

Geralt only had time to throw up a quick Quen shield, the golden energy shimmering in front of his body just in time to block the initial blast of frost. Seconds later, the shield broke into glittering pieces, Geralt instinctively shifting to the side in order to dodge the majority of the magic.

"Tch!" He snarled as his left arm was caught in the blast, the limb immediately feeling cold and numb. Geralt ignored the sudden pain, twisting on his feet and lashing Aerondight forward with graceful ferocity. The first Ghoul was immediately bisected, its two rotten halves flying through the air, as Geralt twisted again and smoothly decapitated another. A claw was swung at his chest, but a twist of his wrist altered Aerondight's course, the blade cleanly cutting through the Ghoul's forearm before Geralt brutally slammed his numb, frost-bitten left arm into it's skull.

'Igni!'

And, as the skull was crushed beneath the strength of the clothesline, a huge, orange-bright inferno of fire erupted from the injured left hand, blasting into the other Ghouls and surging towards Risyn with immense speed.

The entire time, Geralt didn't lose his beastial smirk. He hadn't had a fight this fun in ages.

[InfectedHau]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt

Risyn met the blast of fire with another blast of frost, but her spell was quickly consumed by the inferno. What remained burst across her icy nova, shrouding her in steam, embers, and the rather unpleasant smell of burned flesh. It didn't hurt, she'd lost the ability to feel pain long ago, but it didn't take nerve endings for her to recognize that she was probably very badly burned. He had the power of an archmage, with the strength of one of Stormwind's finest warriors. She was lucky he hadn't been around when she was with the Scourge. She might not have lived to see freedom.

Pointing her sword at Geralt's feet, Risyn cast another spell, two of the Unholy runes on her sword blazing up before fading. At the spot where the Witcher stood, the few blades of grass that grew between the rocks began to wither and blacken, the circle of death growing wider as her plague spread. She wasn't sure how disease-resistant Geralt was, but hopefully he had a hardy immune system. This wasn't the sort of disease one would want to catch. Sometimes the cysts it produced disgusted even her.

With singed hair and a soot-blackened face, the Death Knight charged forwards, plague trailing from the arc of her blade as she swung it at the Witcher's side.

[AcetheKidd]

Chopper||Male||17||Healer||From;Normal||Tags; Zelda

Chopper folded his arms and smirked.He knew his friends where alive some where..if they where here. Luffy and the others wouldn't let their selves be bested by monsters of this world. He had no need to worry..they where more then capable of taking care of their selves." There's no need to worry, My friends are alive where ever they may be, trust me." Chopper's smirk changed from a smirk to w assuring smile." We faced bigger monsters before. Besides, My Capitan can't die! He's going to be the pirate king~"

[Ploegy]

♦ Zelda ♦ The Intelligent ♦
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♦ 117 ♦ Female ♦ LoZ: BoTW ♦ Healer ♦ Tagged: Chopper ♦

Even though he insisted that his friends were alive, she wasn't entirely convinced by it. Nevertheless she wouldn't continue to push the whole thing. If he wished to believe in such then so be it. It was still rather confusing though given that many strong people had died in the process. She knew many didn't talk about it, but she had even heard that their leader had lost his entire family in the attack though she never had the nerve to ask him herself. It seemed far too rude. All that mattered was many lives had been lost to these beasts. That was a fact. If it hadn't been for them everyone in this place wouldn't have been pushed to be here in the first place. Shaking the thought off, the princess let a soft sigh escape her lips before she climbed to her feet once again trying to lift her own mood. "Well, I have collected some ingredients for some potions while I was in the garden. Would you like to help me go make them before we have to take off?" she asked. She was sure she could make them on her own but it wouldn't hurt to ask for help just in case.

[parker;]

ame kemono ○ 21 ○ healer ○ female ○ tagged: open-ish (risyn, geralt)

She was standing at the edge of whatever home this could be called for what must have been the third or fourth time that day.
Ame found herself tapping the Actuhar's hilt, the blade letting out a disgruntled wave of psionic energy. She finally left the scene after what may have been an hour, just a bit longer than the other few times she'd visited. Her hand was still fidgeting when she returned to the building she had been stationed, or where she had rather stationed herself. Her hand had moved from the grim slayer to the edge of her hood.

She'd made it back to wherever the warriors were supposed to train. There were two figures battling not to far off, steam obscuring most of the battle. With a soft "tch..." she pulled her hood farther over her face in an effort to avoid the heated air. She could hear them, not their words but their thoughts. Loud, excited, freakishly human for the world they were stuck in. One seemed to be more powerful than the other, as far as arcana went that was. The bothersome part of an activity like this was the fact that she'd have to clean up.

Her eyes flicked between their movements, the two caught in a cruel dance of sorts. The man would need fixing, as would the knight if she had to get involved. However, the aura caught her eye. The ruins were all but foreign, but the spell was the same as one she'd known. Necrotic, sucking the life out of the world around it. She was striking out at her opponent, and the psionicist finally decided to have a bit of fun. It had been ages since she'd used her offensive abilities. Sitting down she touched a few pebbles, the stones floating into the air with childish ease. For a moment they twirled around her head, then darted out, piercing the thick steam as one landed on it's mark. The other had successfully lodged itself in a wall. The first one tapped the sword, altering it's course into the ground. With another sigh Ame looked over at them, a thin lipped smile hidden under the oversized hood as she began tapping her blade once again.

rin okumura ○ 16 ○ foot solder ○ male ○ tagged: open

Rin woke up slowly, realizing that he'd been napping again. Wiping the thin trail of drool from his chin he stood up, rubbing one eye in an effort to truly wake up. It was to no avail. With a loud yawn he lifted the same arm, stretching before opening his eyes. He didn't have to go to cram school anymore, which was nice. However, after a few days he'd felt that it was more bittersweet. Slinging his sword over his back Rin stepped out of his room. He was probably supposed to do something today, what a shame. It looked like the sun was out, but he'd had a hard time telling what time to wake up without Yukio bothering him to ddo so. Mumbling a few cursed to himself he finally began moving in some direction, hopefully where he was supposed to go.

((sorry I put my soul into the other one...)

[Organ]

Lynx • Male • Skyrim • tags: Ulquiorra Cifer • Slayer

Lynx finished his training and put his black and red sword away. He peered and saw a lonesome person like himself, walking over to the figure. He put a small grin on but hesitated to talk. Nervously thinking of what to say. As he was trying not to be weird, and he wasn't trying to invade his space. "Hello, my name is Lynx..
And yours? " 'why did I say that...' he thought but lynx of course just went with it. His mind racing trying not to speak in dragon. Tempting enough, he kept those words away since no one will understand him, only those words will benefit him only in battle.

(Just to make it easier to find)

[AuraDragoness]

Holly // Hawk Laguz // Female // FE: 6 & 7 // Slayer // Location: Training Grounds // Tagged: Edward

Holly nodded at Edward's question, "I can fly with them even in this form, though I much rather prefer to be shifted." she paused a moment, getting in the air briefly before landing back down. "Unfortunately, save basic hand-to-hand combat such as kicking and stuff, I'm pretty much defenseless like this. A Laguz's power and abilities comes from their shifted form, its why, before a very long story, many feared and even hated us."

She watched Edward put the robe and gloves nearby, no doubt belonging to him, on before speaking again. "What about you? Every human here that I've seen or talked to seems to have different methods of attacking, I'm curious as to what yours is."

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Cloudrunner // Archaeopteryx/Bird hybrid// Male // OC // Sky Fighter // Location: Near Training Grounds // Tagged: N/A

The archavian watched from a distance as the other members of the army sparred and talked. Normally, he would get in on the action but the grounds seemed crowded enough already.

He looked up at the sky, how long had it been since the Aether Kingdom fell? He'd lost count by this point... Still, the fact that he even lived through that was some sort of miracle. His gaze turned to the necklace he wore, the emblem of his family adorning it...a symbol of what he was fighting for.

[icxacruz]

edward elric|14|fma|male

edward was awed by holly's skills or flying. the most he could do was jump. "i don't see how people can hate you. i think the flying thing is really cool." he said with a smile. "as for me, i'm an alchemist. i can break things down and decompose them and then reassemble the elements to make something else. or in shorter form, i take one thing, clap my hands and make it into another thing." he chuckled a little bit. it was kind of hard to explain alchemy without a demonstration, so he pressed his hands together, then placed on of his hands over his right arm and ran it down. his arm turned into a blade, "this is good for close-combat. but i can also tear up ground and stuff." he said, very show-off like.

edward liked to brag quite a bit. he especially liked it when other though his alchemy was cool and impressive. he could go on for hours about how he's the youngest state alchemist, and how he doesn't need transmutation circles. the only thing edward didn't like to brag about, was his hight. standing at about 4'11", edward's a pipsqueak. he got called shortie on a regular basis in central, and he didn't like it one bit. so far, no one's called him short. but that's probably because he's never told anyone his age.

[lilymei.]

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Saber • 16 • Female • Fates • Ground Troops • Tags: Veronica

xxxxxSaber nodded at the response the girl in front of her had given. She could tell the moment she had approached, the girl in front had been observing her, breaking herself out of an almost "daydreamy" state. Probably recollecting painful memories, something Saber knew occurred too often without her control. She assumed that the girl in front of her was either comprehending how difficult Saber would be as an opponent in battle or possibly if she were a friend or foe. Continuing to smile softly as to not show worry about how the girl in front of her was assessing her, the knight regained a more casual position with her legs at shoulder width so that she could lean against one comfortably before speaking. "Alright. I'm a bit surprised you didn't run off or something of the sort. Thank you for that. Anyways, I just thought it might be helpful to get and know some of the people around town. My name is Saber, I'm one of the ground troops and..." The girl stopped herself before she could say "King Arthur", the title which many would know her by, but she rather not confuse anyone with her gender or appearance. Closing her mouth for a moment, she regained her words before speaking again. "Yea. And If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"


Ulquiorra Cifer • Unknown • Male • Bleach • Sky Fighters • Tags: Lynx

xxxxxUlquiorra's mind was in the clouds for a while as he thought of what he must've been missing back home but a voice nearby brought him back to reality. Of course, he had heard footsteps approach him for a while though he hadn't expected the owner of the sound to stop in front of him. Ulquiorra was used to be ignored, no matter where he sat or stood but this, he guessed, was just a one-time "opportunity" though he couldn't say he was excited about it. And to be completely honest, he could care less for conversation, but with the circumstances he was placed in, the Hollow determined it was probably better to play along, at least for now.
xxxxxObserving the one who had approached, he looked the figure up and down, not surprised by the strange appearance as he was used to seeing very strange things in his world as well. With a small sigh, Ulquiorra nodded, still expressionless as he began talking. "It's a pleasure. You may call me Ulquiorra. Did you require something of me?" He asked quietly, gaze starting to wander after he finished looking over the one he was conversing with. "Lynx" was his name, right? Well, Lynx didn't seem to prove much of a threat at the moment and so he took no further action in defending himself while waiting for a response.