The OC above, for one reason or another, picks a fight with yours. Does your character have what it takes to fight back, or must they flee to avoid injury, if not death? Post IC with your participating character.
Rules:
Let's start this off with...not Bozard, but Dr. Fire! What will your character do with this giant beast?
"It takes a lot of talent to fish. Lots of discipline and patience. I don't have either of those. I wish I had them, though," NV murmured, wraps squirming around them. "So calm and collected, too. Is that because of your fishing? I bet you stay calm even in the most tense situations. I wish I could be like that, but I get so nervous." The wraps began extending towards Akitaro. "Please, won't you help me understand what it's like?"
(Fight)
(Waaah, that was a great reply I'll try to reply soon!)
The reborn goddess stumbled backward, the wave of nausea that hit her like a tidal wave sending her into blind panic. Her senses in this life - the ability to detect danger blared a warning in her skull like a siren. The figure who stood before them meant harm, but beyond that; the serpent had realized something that made her insides twist. She'd initially thought a group was hunting her, but the truth had been that this person - this thing - it had... it had assimilated with countless others. Small pieces of them were hidden beneath the wrappings, humming discordantly with ill intent. The overlapping intentions of violence screamed at her so loud it made her ears ring.
Calling to the outsider, Jordyn would not let her fear manifest, neither on her features nor in her voice.
"Good evening, traveller," the pale lady began gently, offering a friendly wave to greet them. Although the instinctual part within her wanted nothing more than to run, Jordyn knew that she could not outrun the stranger with a child in her arms. Smiling warmly to welcome the approaching danger, the reborn goddess resisted the urge to retreat and instead began to walk toward the figure. Calmly tucking her platinum locks behind one ear, Jordyn set down her sister, and without so much as a backward glance, said,
"Go fetch us some water, would you, sister? I'm sure their journey has been long."
The younger one hesitated for a moment before turning to run, the serpent moving to block her retreating form from view. Her pleasant smile and elegant gait were to serve as subtle distraction as she approached, coming to a stop just inches from the stranger. At this distance, the serpent could feel the intensity of their bloodlust so acutely that it threatened to send her to her knees, but her steely nerves remained unbroken, the friendly warmth of her smile never faltering. Though Jordyn knew that the chances she would survive this encounter were slim to none, the former goddess also knew she'd have but one opportunity to do so. She'd been reborn with a single weapon with which to protect herself, and the serpent intended to use it - or die trying.
"This flower,"
She whispered softly, leaning in as she produced a vibrant bloom from the basket at her side,
"It resembles you." the compliment rolled off of her silver tongue naturally as the former goddess came closer still, placing it with care behind their ear. As she did so, she felt the stranger's wrappings close around her wrist. It was too late to turn back. Leaning even further into danger, the world serpent moved to steal their lips, hoping against hope that her venomous kiss would be enough to save her, hoping that it would not be the last time she felt the warmth of the sun on her back; or the gentle touch of the wind on her cheeks. Hoping that she might see her sister again.
(Fight... In her own special way.)
( thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it asbdbsda I get nervous sometimes what with how long winded these get so thank goodness)
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V (IM CRYING THAT WAS EXCELLENT!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GIFT ON THIS D A Y I AM UNDESERVING BUT GRATEFUL!!! I love the way you wrote your character and the vibes you described from jordyn were immaculate tysm again!)
(I hope this is okay hjdhskgdkah I got a little carried away)
(THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm so glad you like it, I was a little nervous I got something off so I'm really glad you liked it!! :'O)
Solita's every step echoed in her ears, the only sound she could focus on in the penetrating silence of the world around her. The clicking of her heels against the pavement, quick paced and brisk, filled the void of empty thoughts inside of her head. The kiss of the gentle breeze touched her skin, cool to touch but warming inside as Solita knew she was alive. She was alive at some certain consequences that rang through her mind like unwanted vermin, crawling to the corners of her mind and haunting her subconsciously until she went to sleep. She couldn't quite find a way to shake it away, so she dealt with it and she dealt with it well. The perpetual loneliness that haunted her heart, gripping it with silver claws, was something Solita simply dealt with throughout her life, something she was used to and seemed okay with on the outside.
The whisper of footsteps not belonging to Solita caught her ear, snapping her out of her head and causing her to stop in place. Finally paying attention to her surroundings, she saw a woman with brilliant platinum hair not too far away. Looking closer Solita saw she held a child in her arms, but that wasn't what piqued her interest and her curiosity in the gleaming figure ahead. What piqued her attention was more the certain feeling that Solita got inside of the pit of her stomach when she laid her eyes upon her. Something that whispered to her to turn the other way, ignore her and don't look back.
Something didn't feel right about her, didn't feel right about either of them it seemed. Solita's blue-eyed stare wavered for a second before she squared her shoulders and set her jaw. She didn't want to hear what words this stranger had to say, if she was even so much as glanced at by her. She didn't want to hear anything she had to say. It would be better if Solita turned around and walked away.
But when she caught the woman's ruby-eyed gaze Solita almost felt frozen. There was nothing good that could be good lurking behind those eyes, nothing that could be useful to Solita. So as the woman began to steadily approach her, Solita turned away from her. She laid every step out in front of her as calmly as she could muster, not wanting to pique the woman's curiosity any more than she already had. She would simply head back to the castle and forget about her, though she knew that wouldn't be as easy as it sounded. Those with an aura of danger normally piqued her interest, drawing her to them with ease, but this woman felt more than danger. She felt like something more powerful than she looked at surface level, something with memories deep within her that Solita could only imagine.
She wanted to forget her but she knew that those glittering jeweled eyes would haunt her mind for a long, long time.
(Flight)
"Eh, I dunno, Doll. I don't think ya can handle a fight, if I'm bein' honest," Taka muttered while scratching the back of his neck. Felt like just one punch from him would send her to high Heaven. "Now don't get me wrong, I ain't mind beatin' the shit outta someone whether they deserve it or not, but ya helped me out that time and gave me somethin' ta drink. Don't feel right to pay it back with a punch."
He shook his head and tossed her a wolfish grin. "Ya ain't gotta learn ta fight, Doll, just get a gun! Even if ya go up 'gainst someone like me ya can tear 'em down easy with a few rounds. 'xcept for me, 'course. I'm too damn strong," he laughed. "Now quit standin' round like some lonely, lost kid. Come with me, I'll show ya some guns ya can carry. I'll teach ya ta shoot 'em, too."
(Flight)
Odette was alarmed by such an idea. Just the mention of it put her on edge, but surely it was all just a joke..? Nobutaka was a curious fellow -- more inclined to wrath, but she supposed that wasn't anything new for her -- but she since then lost interest in socializing much with him. The energy here was insane. She wanted to go to sleep.
"..My uncle specifically instructed me to have a nice day, so I don't believe I will be fighting anyone." she said apprehensively, "It would not be... a very fair battle, anyway." She rested her arm on the side of her chair, just to show how bony it was. If he even flicked her, she would bruise, and she would cry, and she would perish.
So, intimidated, she drew her arm back. "I wish only to discuss simple business with you... So, if you will please... Not fight me?"
[flight]
odette fucking dies [flight, too -- odette's not much of a fighter v_v]
Years of violence, years of threats...
..Odette honestly couldn't manage that upon anyone. Having faced it for so long, she hadn't it in her heart to be physically cruel to another person, even as flustered and uncomfortable as N'arfi made her. She rarely found people's coyness endearing, and never his. She was so tired of men saying and doing what they wanted to her, but it hadn't been so direct in a few years. But, finally, he broke that silence.
Still, it was more in her friend's nature, even her retainer's, but never hers. The "slap" was more a gentle flick on N'arfi's hand and a verbal warning.
"Please, sir, stop speaking of this." she said softly, "My employees are quite protective of me... I can't guarantee they will find it as amusing as you do..." Goodness knows Nerine wouldn't. Nerine would throw hands.
Odette paused for a moment at his words, and then raised an eyebrow. "Are you that oblivious? ..I think it's best that you leave. I will have to call upon them if you don't stop."
N’arfi had messed up. He had attempted to flirt in what to him seemed like a non serious and funny way, which had agitated Odette and caused her to break her stoic outward appearance. His cheek was red from her sudden slap. It hurt a surprising amount, even though he thought she looked quite frail.
“Maam… you could have just asked me to stop instead of instigating violence.” The viera said, stull quite shocked. His ears were laying against his head in shame. She raised her hand again as a way to warn him to shut up or another slap would come. N’arfi rolled his eyes and retreated from the situation. He wasn’t going to fight someone who he deemed unable to hold their own in a fight.
[flight, because he has morals]
(Ayo.. that's low effort.)
Uhhh... I will just write smth for the three of you.
TwizzlyTwist (sorry for the ping, I forgot that slash x.x)
Vika glared at N'arfi. Even though she had already forgotten why the situation was so tense she sure as hell wouldn't shut up now. "So what now? You gonna bring it on or will you just keep spewing threats?" No matter the reason, she would absolutely fight him. Her recklessness made her forget that the viera may very well have more fighting experience and skills than her, but even if, there was nothing better to sort things out than a good pub brawl, right? Riiight? It was the only way she knew how to 'solve' things and at least on her part everything would be perfectly fine afterwards. Hell, they could even drink on the winner! That was the reason why she came here in the first place anyway. Wait- this was a no weapons thing, right?
(She'd fight him and probably lose but that's fine. :"D)
@ayuyu @niktalks
Barely done with N'arfi and still panting she turned around to face Remiru and Bob. Two... children? One of them a shark? "The hell you want?" Vika asked, wiping some blood from her lip. "You think Imma fight some children? Man I may be bad but I have some morals, okay?" the undead woman shook her head, gesturing dismissively with her filthy hands. "Bugger off you little stinkers, I ain't fightin' you."
(flight, she's not going to throw hands with children, no matter the species or status.)
Ayo? 👀 I will try to write smth later. <3
Ok so "later" became like 5 days but here we are... (and I want to preface this by saying I'm sorry, I love you Quill. xD)
Who even was this guy? Some edgy ass princeling who wanted to play rogue? Well, fine with her! If he wanted to get his ass kicked she was here to serve. In a more honest moment she would have admitted that he did look capable, the way he carried himself he sure as hell was confident that he could take her on in a fight. But since she was her usual shittalking self she, of course, was not intimidated by that. No, she was itching for a fight and just hoped he would deliver what he promised. And to be fair, the feather thing was pretty cool, but she didn't really have time to admire it.
"You better not be boring." Vika hissed, though there was no room for more shittalking before she dodged his first swing. Oh, this would be fun...
Nothing about Vika intimidated Quill. Not her threats nor her knives. Not even her gang who might've been willing to back her up. No. More than anything, it excited him. This woman carried herself with fiery confidence. Surely, she must be a skilled fighter. Someone not just anyone would be so foolish to take on.
Perfect.
With no further hesitation, Quill grabbed two feathers from his belt. A dark cloud enclosed them, and once it vanished, razor sharp daggers were in their place. Finally. It felt so long since he got to use his magic in combat. A devilish grin replaced his serious expression, as he spun the knives in his hands.
"Don't disappoint me." he growled. With no more words needed, he bolted towards her.
(Fight. He's hoping for a good challange 👀)
v heck I love your writing style!
(So glad you liked it!!! ♥️)
The wind whispered through the trees - a warning left unheard to the masses - but not to Jordyn.
The northern wind blew southward, bringing with it the biting chill of the mountain ranges that bordered the small, unremarkable nation. The serpent's pointed ears prickled as she stopped in her tracks, turning to look back at the path she'd tread. Nothing was amiss as the crickets chirped and a nearby stream flowed without care - but the goddess knew. As sure as the sun rose in the east, as certain as death. Jordyn's senses burned with trepidation as her mind blared a savage warning. Her instincts never lied. Something was coming her way.
Something angry.
Scooping up the child at her side, Jordyn drew her cloak over her head as she hurried off the path, navigating through the overgrowth that sought to impede her escape. This would not be the first time that the young woman would have to evade pursuers - and so she did not fear or panic, even as she felt the danger growing nearer. Retreating into the darkness of the dense woods, the serpent tucked herself away beneath a rocky outcropping, making herself and her young sister as small as possible. Then, the tiny woman stilled, quietening her breathing.
The danger was upon her now.
He had arrived.
(Flight. She's not cut out for direct confrontation!)
"How wrong you are, voyager from beyond,"
The tiny woman spoke as she drew closer, her tiny steps echoing, a sound that bounced down the narrow alley to meet him.
"-but just this once, I'll forgive your hubris."
The serpent god came to a halt before the lurid stranger, seeming to appraise him from behind pale lashes. Her eyes did not betray her thoughts, however, as she smiled magnanimously - gently lowering the hood on her scarlet cloak. Her hair, now freed, cascaded down her shoulders in iridescent waves. The waves parted like a silver sea to permit a tiny pale hand, one that she extended toward the prickly dealer.
"I've come to offer you a product quite unlike anything you've seen before... And I'm willing to part with it for some information,"
Between pale fingers, the goddess held a vial of violet liquid, rays of sunlight winking through the glass with veiled intent.
"-What do you say, wanderer of the skies?"
^. His greedy ass whistling and slapping his own thigh around like hoo money money money
He tilts his head, craning his neck from one side to the other. There's a gentle crack as he turns his upper body, glancing over in her direction. The person he had been trading with has eagerly and hastily fled, having grown wide eyed and skittish the moment Jordyn's shadow had ventured down the alley's path. He had been a government man, someone in the council of the 'Senate'(or whatever it was they called it on Earth) trying to buy more dope than anyone would've thought someone would be able to in a single day. It was for a party apparently, and he had been paying double the price to get it quickly within the night. Which meant.. with him no longer handing over the briefcase full of cash- that a lot of money was lost, dissipated. All because of one woman strolling through the area.
Thursday's tongue rolls against his bottom lip and he pockets a large bag of colorful substances into his back pocket. Fully turning his entire form to face her, he coldly stares her growing presence down. As beautiful as she was, she was unwanted in these parts, especially when she was so ignorantly scaring rich, desperate patrons away. "You know you're walking into bad territory-" he starts, "-and making me lose thousands, right?" Whilst many of his customers were afraid of being caught by undercover cops or cops in plain sight; he didn't harbor the same fear. What were they going to do to him? Put him in jail again? He always got out, whether through bails or running the system from behind the curtains.
"Think the deal I was making was probably worth more than you'd ever make in a lifetime out on the streets, darlin'. Maybe you want to pay for my time and loss, hmm?"
[hes not going to smack her upside the head or anythigndogdh but he is very confrontational!!!]
Kaijax assessed Thursday. He appeared to want confrontation. The ruler couldn’t reason why he’d want to fight them. Surely this was a misunderstanding. Kaijax twirled and filled themselves with power. “I do not wish to engage in combat, but if you attack I will have no choice but to defend myself.” And with that, Kaijax stood their ground waiting for Thursdays move.
(Kaijax is comprised of celestial and shadow energy. They are typically quite peaceful but will fight if necessary)
"Hmph. I don't recall letting people into the game at this time." Caleb stated. He proceeding to walk down from the throne, steps appearing each time he went down. "It appears you have a power that is beyond those who have dared to pass through here. Well, if you wish to spar, I would like to see how long you last here." He spawned a blade and pointed it to Kaijax. "As much as I could just delete you now, there's no fun in such thing." He lowered the blade and looked down.
"Now, please enlighten me."
(Caleb hates intruders and whatnot, but he'll take a moment to understand their morals before sparring.)
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Crest’s eyes glimmered with spite, “Look, I came here for one reason only: to get back my adventurer group. I know you have them captive, and I can’t let it slide. I don’t know what you’ve done to them, but I will get them back no matter what. If I have to fight you in order to get them back, then I will NOT hesitate to hold back.“
Crest reached behind his back and gripped the neck of his trust mini guitar. “This guitar in my pack ? Yeah, it can do way more than just play a few tunes. I can perform a few ditties and ballads, but I can also absolutely clobber you with this baby.” He unsheathed his guitar. The beautiful mahogany reflected the light from around the room. The strings were taut and ready to be strummed. In a threatening way of course.
Crest took a deep, shaky breath. He didn’t realize how nervous he was, and the adrenaline didn’t help. He wasn’t used to being so assertive, but he had to do something, anything, to get his teammates back. Even if that means he’ll slice this dude’s head clean off his neck.
So, Crest spun his guitar in his right hand, and it morphed into what looked like a gleaning sharp battle axe.
Pointing the battle axe to the threatening monarch, he roars, “Come at me, motherfucker!!!!!”
FIGHT!
(Crest is usually a more passive person, who would be willing to talk things out. However, if someone is in danger, he’ll definitely beat someone up. Anything for his loved ones!!!!)