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First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkAlpha
Fire abilities, eh? Interesting. Alpha cast the shirt he was using to stop the bleeding of his wound away, rolling his right shoulder. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Alpha ran elemental protocol through his head, watching his opponent, looking for openings. Usually a Realn would rely on their armor in this situation. If I had any armor right now, that would be handy. Oh, well. Protects himself well, I’m impressed. He’s had more training than just using his powers. Basic punching guard, good defense that also allows for an offense, but can leave head and legs exposed. Main objective in attack should be to avoid blows from his hands. Easy. His stance is odd. I wonder what fighting style he’s trying to use. Doesn’t matter. He’s obviously a more close-combat user, though his flames can probably carry a good many feet. Counter-attack…Knives to the legs. If I can cut his gastrocnemius or soleus or maybe his achilles tendon, he will lose the use of his legs. Then I can focus on his nasty fire when he’s handicapped. Alpha drew his knife. All three of the places he wished to hit were on the back of the leg, he’d have to figure out a way to get behind him…or Alpha could just throw a knife into his gut, or through his eye. His neck was protected thanks to the man’s lowered chin and fists, and Alpha didn’t want to hit another artery…that didn’t go well last time. Alpha’s tense, battle-ready stance dropped, and he began laughing. The utter confusion on the man’s face made it only better. Alpha’s laugh ended in a coughing fit, before he quietly said, “You do realize I could throw my knife and mortally wound you in the first ten seconds of this fight? If you don’t realize that, you’re pathetic.” As fast as a man can blink, the knife flew from Alpha’s hand, hitting his opponent in the lower abdomen. “Don’t worry, it’s not fatal.” Another dizzy spell came upon Alpha, and he leaned against the wall for support.
"You need French Toast."
woah, I didn’t expect it to be that long…
"You need French Toast."
Rax
Looks at the knife in his side. He pulls it out, “I know.” He puts his hands to his wound, using the power of fire to heal him. After he is healed, which only took a second or two, he takes the knife and snaps it in half, as though it was only a twig. Throwing the broken knife behind him, he looks at the man. He’s not doing well. What should I do?
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
@rae mine might be a little shorter than yours, lol
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
HOLY SCHnitZeL. I was at camp, guys… XD I skimmed over everything for a vague idea of what’s happening, please give me an hour to unpack and write something.
“Everything is a mountain”
@koshka @rae @ellette-giselle @raxforge
Marcel
Since Marcel had amazing pain suppression, he could follow the other guys without giving away how hurt he was. Sure, he was in electric shock. But attention sucked. People whispering over him, trying to make him feel better. He could take care of himself with the emergency kit after this fight blew over.
“What’s the plan?” Rory asked. Leo didn’t answer immediately, and the two strode out of the elevator. When the elevator door bumped Marcel, he frowned at it before heading out.
The three turned a corner.
“So this is the only person left to protect, right?” Marcel panted. “No second cousin or -“
They stopped.
Two students stalked each other in the hall ahead. One of them had the fireballs. Behind them, farther on, lay a body.
By the gods… Marcel shut his mouth like a steel trap. He pushed past both of the living, and crouched over the body. He took a wrist and pressed his ear against the man’s chest.
Nothing.
Marcel swiveled around, still crouching over the body. He covered the man’s face and wounds with his wings – and spoke, dangerously cold. “Which of you did it?”
“Everything is a mountain”
Uh…I think we need to ignore my last rp.
Sorry, Whaley, I didn’t see yours in time.
Hold on….let me rewrite mine…
"You need French Toast."
@raxforge @whalekeeper @ellette-giselle @koshka
Alpha
Healing abilities too? Not good. If I can’t end this quickly… Alpha gritted his teeth, moving away from the wall.
“Against elementals of great power, few powerless men can stand. But you are not powerless, Elqin. You will be the most powerful warrior the Galaxy has ever seen, if you but embrace what your father gave you. You will be unstoppable, all you must do is embrace your destiny. Show me your hand, Elqin.” Alpha’s little hand, the tiny hand of a toddler, reached out to rest in the fingertips of the long-fingered hand of the slyiad who was speaking. “Do you see the implants in your palm?”
Alpha nodded.
“These implants will help you with your powers, until you can bear to handle your abilities on your own without them. Within a year, they will no longer be needed.”
Alpha shuddered at the memory of that cold voice. “…Embrace what your father has given you…” If he had stayed there, he could have been trained better than he was, but if he had stayed there, he would have been forced to kill people…but he killed people now. What made it different?
Emotions boiled inside Alpha. He was made to kill, and no matter which side he was on, he would always kill, always. So why did he resist the urge to cover the ground in blood? Why did he try to reign the emotions that caused his hands to glow? Why did he keep fighting the voice in his head? Why did he keep living under the false pretense of being a hero who protects others? Yes, he saved Silvia, but he didn’t save the other. What kind of hero knowingly let’s someone die?!
Alpha reached out his hand, pulling the shards of his knife to him with his power. He slipped the shards into his pocket. “That was my favorite throwing knife.” Knock him out, Alpha, knock him out. He won’t be able to use his healing ability then.
But before Alpha could execute his plan, a feathered form with bubblegum pink curly hair pushed between them, going to the dead body. The boy checked the man’s pulse, before turning around, covering the man with his wings.
“Which of you did it?” He asked coldly.
“I did,” came Alpha’s defiant reply. “Wait…aren’t you that boy who came into dance lessons yesterday with a group of students? You were exhausted, dirty, and one of your number was unconscious. The one unconscious was Chase, right?” Alpha didn’t wait for a reply. “You should know, Chase is in the hospital right now.”
Now, things will get interesting…
"You need French Toast."
Ahhhh sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this.
AlRiGhT.
Here’s my character:
Navin Nalvailro is 15 or 16. He’s 5’10, very lanky, dark olive skin, bright green eyes, wears darker colors. He’s from a world called L’Dalion, from a mountainous region. He has some magic artifacts, mostly rocks with different abilities. Navin’s typically quiet and doesn’t like talking. Also, we shouldn’t give Navin coffee. The world will end (that’s a bit of an overstatement, maybe)…. but he tries to have coffee anyways because he likes it. Oh, and he enjoys putting fire in the noses of mean people.
Navin
His brother was left far behind. Maybe Navin finally had the loneliness he so desired and would be able to finish the floor plan he’d started sketching of the school.
It would definitely be of some help so he didn’t have to go on the treacherous journey to ask someone for direction.
It’s depressing that you need a map.
Navin rolled his eyes and muttered something in disagreement with his own thought. A few minutes into aimlessly wandering while staring down at his book, he bumped into something.
His eyes moved away from the notebook and he realized the something was a person. Navin frowned and let out a frustrated breath. Why did there have to be people in the school?
(I guess he bumped into Astro… sorry, I didn’t know what else to do. Lol)
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
@rae @raxforge @koshka @ellette-giselle
Marcel
Marcel cut him off with a sharp bark. “Why did you kill him?”
“Everything is a mountain”
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