♨The Evolution of Magic ♨ Draconic ♎ Transcendence (Sign-Up and RP thread OPEN!)

Oc: naw its fine, and precocious? My goodness you use words I would never even THINK to use to describe Marcus XD
I swear Wes is wearing blue lipstick in his picture, am I the only one who sees that?
IC: "I do not lean against the wall and brood all day!" He protested. "I've only been doing it right now for about...." his voice trailed off. He couldn't even remember when he started leaning against the wall. He hastily stood up and finished his tea before throwing the cup over his shoulder. It dissapeared in mid air. "And I'm sorry I'm not enthused about wasting my time on a rooftop that we were supposed to go to that nothings even happening on!" (Did Marcus break the fourth wall? You decide)
Oc: Decided to play Marcus slightly off character for comedic effect, lemme know if it worked or failed)

(HAhalarious! Suddenly out of character chracters is usually pretty amusing, especially if someone's super serious and then turn into a ridiculous idiot because they are affected by something like a spell, mysterious plant, or drug/alcohol. And yeah, Wes probably is wearing lipstick and has blue nails because that's a picture of Kaito, the vocaloid. And if there's any character who would break the fourth wall, Marcus is probably at the top of the list in this RP.)

Tallulah rolled her eyes. That was one of the main things Marcus had done since she'd met him. Lean, sulk, criticize, and suggest things that were actually pretty good ideas most of the time. And have a weird sword, and drink tea. That about covered it. "I never said you didn't have a good reason for your lack of enthusiasm. I'm not exactly a happy camper myself." Tallulah said, albeit not that loudly. "I'm one of the first people who questioned us all sticking around here."

(aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm I off character? I dunno. I'm too lazy to go back to Tallulah's bio. But it's very possible that I am going off character and making her much to sassy. Don't even care. Not even bovered. I'm above it, though. Seriously, not even bovered!)

Oc: your probably right in both cases XD
Ic: Marcus scoffed. "How should I know? What was that cliche thing they say, I go where the wind goes?" He frowned. "Doesn't really describe me." Marcus always went with a purpose, the most common being assassinate, steal, or help (rarely). Technically he was a mmercenary and while he was one of the best, many did not like to hire him due to his disregard of orders and the fact he had turned on his employees more then once just because he was paid mor, which was why Marcus did not consider himself a mercenary. "The point is anywhere except here is better isn't it? I don't care about some voice, it was probably some person playing a trick." He shot a disdainful glance in Cash's direction.
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Oc: I figured he was a vocaloid by the mic

The vibrations were starting to get weaker, despite Rachna keeping up as best of his abilities. If this kept up, the trail would easily be lost. He needed a signal, a sudden shift in movement or even the slighest mistake. The latter got granted with a heavy thud on the earth, sending a powerful shock in the direction the were already heading. "Well, she isn't hidin' too well, so that's good." he exclaimed to Avril, who he could barely make out between all the nature. Not soon afterwards he found a burn mark, obviously from Flamey Girl.

Rachna tried to concentrate once more, trying to pick up anything. But everything was silent, no vibration or sound he could make out. "Stop for a sec, something isn't right..." He squinted his eyes and slowly began to creep around the burned spot. She could have continued to run, but some part of his instinct told him 'NO'. Maybe it was the lack of vibration now, maybe it was a strange smell he'd never smelled before. Or maybe it was this strange hotness in the air, making him, combined with the running, sweat profusely.

"I think it could have been some super scary evil entity, but it was probably a distraction. It lured us away from where it wanted to be. SO, we work backwards until we're somewhere we think an intruder would like to be in the castle. It could be that we have a not-so-nice line of dead guards to follow, with all the time I've had to waste with small talk." Tallulah told Cash. "Are you ready, Naomi? Got your... Ehh... Rods? Raider? Ready to head out?"

That's OK this thread should've died by now since the owner is horribly inactive (has this been a week?. I've lost track) but were REALLY dedicated to this thread. We've been varying on a plot less small talk scene for three days now. Alfheim should've planned for this, it was tolerable at first but now its like the time when your date stands you up, your all ready to go eat out and she never shows. That's what this is like people. ALFHEIM PLZ GET ON WE NEEEEEED YOU.

Oc: lawl das okay me and Marcus will be twiddling our thumbs and drinking tea waiting for the plot to advance. Its gotten to the point where I'm writing a back story for Bergen and his forming of the High court and why its been so successful in maintaining the universal balance, and how its slowly been corrupted (which is what I plan to be the chief reason of Bergen resistance against the Dragon children, since lawful holy deity would never attack a group of people trying to correct an age old mistake and righting the balance of the universe). Yeah its gotten to that point, I'm surprised you guys aren't doing the same stuff. Maybe I'm weird like that, or maybe I just don't (and won't) have a life until school starts on the 13th (yay *sarcasm*) and omg I think this my longest OC post and I wish to stop but theres more I need to say. One time this thread I was on was so inactive at a point I write an entire story based on my two oc's that's like 5 pages long. I'm also thinking of making a spell guide for would be dungeons and dragons fan or people who don't know how to role play a mage or what the heck a fireball is. Lotta things I never thought I'd get done are getting done through sheer boredom, though with World of tanks out on xboks one I don't know how much longer production on these things are going to go. OK that's the end of my rant please up vote, bump and thank you very much. *sips tea* and to make up for it Marcus has a statement to make;
Marcus: I hate you all and this is a waste of time and the only thing I love is tea and other things which I shall not discuss with barbarians like you, get out of my sight.
Thank you Marcus, but only 'barbarians' use a comma to paraphrase a statement that should be a separate sentence (...Barbarians. Now Get out of my Sight.) #shotsfired

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Oc: ugh I wanna make a post with Bergen but I don't want to because I mopght violaet some rule with alfheim or hichigo no don't fairy tail we can't continue without alfhiem, though I say we mutiny and advance the plot even if it might earn alfheims ire,

Oc: MUTINY
Guess were doing this people.
Ic: Marcus hissed as a chaotic influx swarmed the area. A woman, who was approaching them, radiated power. Far more power then Marcus sensed in any of them. Power that was....Godlike. Tenebris thrummed in reaction to the chaos, growing restless. It yearned for blood, blood that had not been shed for some time. Marcus drew his dual blades, resting them both on the ground. "Who the hell are you?" He questioned.he scscythe in her hand was no ordinary scytch either. Marcus did not like this women, he could tell she was going to attack. This may well have been the voice, and out here on the roof, in direct sunlight, he had only his sword skills and reflexes to rely on. Of course he could use their own shadows if needed. "Guys, I think we have our anomaly." He said.
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Bergen glared at the mage. "You have been convicted of necromancy, what is your verdict?" He questioned. "Not guilty!" The mage said. Bergen sighed. "That's what they all say, and very few are correct. Take him away." He said. The mage was practicing necromancy and attempting to summon a primeval being (not a god but cannot be truly destroyed or killed) that had long slumbered. The case had filtered through the court system until Bergen had to ecide the final outcome. RThis was rare. Rosalia came up and grabbed the mage, whose attempts at casting various spells kept failing. Opening his scrying bowl, he witnessed Alari, his sister, advancing upon a group of people. Ah yes, the dragon souls. Those with tremendous powers destined to bring the dragons back, and then....turn them against the gods. This was an ultimate crime, one he would over see. But Alari was a wild card. He cursed her. They had bided their time for long while, and ccould've waited some more. The mortals, let alone the children could not know of the gods penultimate decision. It would allow the dragon children, all independent variables, to muddle and annihilate the current outcome the wheel of time had dictated. "Gabrial, Michael, go to Alari. Convince her to come back, ddetain her if you must." Michael frowned. "And what of the dragon souls?" He asked. Bergen nodded on acceptance. "They are not to be harmed, not yet. They will play a vital role in the gods plans, their judgement is yet to come. Cripple them if you must, but do not kill them." Michael nodded. "Understood." He drew Arcadius and unslung his shield. "Come Gabriel, we must maintain order." Gabriel nodded. The two angels dissapered on a flash of light. Bergen sniffed as Judge Reno came up. "Sir,e jury was unable to decide an outcome. It is up to you to decide on the Wilhelm-Drayna case." She said. "Bring the defendent and prosecutor in. This will be the final case for the day." Bergen snapped. Reno odded. "Understood. Judge Brinleyhas requested a day off, what shall iI tell him?" Bergen thought for a moment. "Tell him there are no furhter cases scheduled for tomorrow, so it is granted." Reno bowed. "May peace and order prevail." She said. "And the holy law kept." Bergen replied the two part farewell.

IC:

OOC: so, can I make a charrie?

Ooc~ We really don't know Emma, the owner of this thread is pretty inactive, and all the Dragonchild positions are full. I'm sure you might be able to play an antagonist or aomething, but again, it's pretty much all up in the air at this point.

Ic~

Naomi nearly yelped, an insistent sting searing over her right thigh, exactly where the mark of her Dragon was. The young girl allowed a sharp intake of breath to pass through her lips, cobalt gaze rising to what Marcus had deduced to be the anomaly. The pain thigh spiked as the woman got closer, rising as she drew a deadly looking scythe from a mere pendant. This woman was an enemy, clear as day. The Metal weights scattered about her body hummed, almost as if they were agreeing. She quickly bent down to retrieve her dual staves, shivering slightly at the cold brunt of her makeshift weapons. The Dragonchild fingers twirled them upward till she could firmly grasp the alloy compounds, breeze tousling her already disheveled blonde locks. She listened as Marcus questioned this woman as to who she was, unease growing with every word. This woman had appeared out of nowhere, knowing exactly who they were. The young girl studied her more closely, noticing unique designs in her clothing and the air flux around her. "Chaos" she mumbled, darting forward to stand near Marcus, eyes never leaving the goddess. Naomi skidded to an ungrateful stop. . She knew this woman. Well, didn't exactly know her, but ancient scripts told of her, mentioned ways to pick this particular anomaly out from a crowd. She trembled slightly, various Prophetic rumors bouncing through her mind. Gods weren't supposed to be around anymore, the time paradox and fluctuation in the human's beliefs should've ruled their existence long ago. And yet..... Naomi's mark burned again, confirming her varied suspicions. "I've read about you, forgotten one." She smiled knowingly, small frame threatening to topple over as the wind picked up. "You're Alari."

Oc: why is no one posting c'mon people. Sky and fairy tail where are yooou.

Judging by the mocking tone this woman... No, she didn't seem human. This 'Alari', as Naomi had called her, didn't seem too friendly towards them. But maybe she was just haughty "Why are you here?" Tallulah asked. "It seems like something that earns the name 'Forgotten One' was probably forgotten for a reason. Why pop up now?" The only reason Tallulah could think of would be that she was trapped, and unable to appear. And if that was the case, someone didn't like her. Probably because she was evil. Which meant that her appearing now was not a good thing. They were probably all screwed if she decided to attack.

(IM SORRY! I HAD A WEDDIGN YESTERDAY! IM SORRY! I PROMIE I WONT GO WIT OUT TELLING YOU GUYS FIRST IM SORRY! Also Emma, go right ahead, I say you can and Alfheim can kick me out or ban me if you can't cause I'll take the blame, I dotn mind)
Alari laughed. "Ah, so I am know, well isn't that nice?" She said, grinning. "No of you seem worthy of fighting, you're all. The same to me, weak." She then pointed her scyth at them. "Who I am doesn't matter since that metal dragon soul seems to know," she said, her eyes lighting up, looking for someone to fight, mostly since she was bored of just waiting, it wasn't her thing to just wait around.

Nauru stopped as something in her guy told her that the others weren't okay. She gritted her teeth and stood there, falling to her knees. "They said they didn't want me, they dont understand, I was trying to protect them," she hissed then the pain of her wounds finally kicked it. It was in her arms and one in her gut. She got up and turned around, gripping her shoulder and thought about heading back.

(what was Wes doing?)