Posts by MunDane

Yeah, I guess they would be, but I can handle another character right now (Actually would really love to play an antagonist) Just didn't know if plans had already been made

You guys tried SSBB for the Wiiu yet? 8 player smash changed my life xD

So they were splitting up. Cash straightened, balling his fists in an effort to keep from arguing . What was he doing? The man sent a calculating glance towards the door. If he tried to leave right now, would they stop him? He blew out a frustrated sigh, ignoring the urge to throw his hands up. His day had started out so well...... As well as any Bandit's day could start out that is. You don't owe these people anything Cash. Well, you owe the frilly girl. But that's it. The Plague soul internally reasoned with himself. This isn't a win-win situation . This is a lose-possibly-die-or-lose-a-limb situation. This is dumb Cash. He threw an exasperated stare towards the buzzing group before reaching a decision he knew he would come to regret. The Theif adjusted his sleeves, set his mouth in a thin line, then trudged over to the gathered souls. "If someone finds this..... Whatever it is we're looking for, we'll need a signal." The man suddenely interjected, making some kind of firework hand gesture, "To let the other group know we've found the source."

(Whoo! Hullo Liv! Can't wait to see Naomi's finished bio c:

Ooc: OhFreakingKay. Cash and Marcus deffinitley need to have a Dance Off xD

Ic~
You better beleive Cash didn't miss the subtle "tch" Marcus put forth as he added in his two cents, though he didn't know exactly where it had come from at first. The Plague soul drew his gaze up to search distractedly for the noise's origin. Marcus. The Theif resisted the urge to Chuck something--anything at the Darkchild. He seemed to be measuring Cash up, as if finally taking notice that he could strategize. That theory was instantly dubunked as Marcus smiled. Just what was he thinking?! Cash silently wondered if there was a plague spell for irritable bowel movements, and how easy it would be to cast it on a certain Dragon soul. That aside, Tallulah had seemed to have agreed with him, that in itself was a small miracle. Things were going to be rocky with the water soul for a little while, that much he knew...... But still he pressed. They needed a signal, no vote was going to change his mind about that. And then Void was speaking. Finally! Something he could work with! He turned to the ThunderSoul with an easy grin, "Alright, so that accounts for one signal." He winked in a very blatant fashion, reaching up to to rub his chin in thought. "So Void will hold the signal ready for one group." He paused, glancing around. "Whose the second? C'Mon people, I don't even care if you use your powers. We have means of amplifying a loud screams, yells, etc.."
'I could darken the skies' Praise to whatever Gods existed! Marcus had offered his help! Cash smirked in the shadow-user's direction before sending him a simple nod.
But, as their scrambled conversations always seemed to go, someone else was speaking again. "Wait, we're splitting into pairs now?" He dresponded to Wes's words, glancing around, "Look, how about the guys go in one group, girls in the other. Problem solved, we each have a signal. Slimming our numbers only increases our chances of being taken out." He stopped, not wanting to put down Wes's strategy, but also quite concerned with how slim and vulnerable the numbers could become.

Cash was a bit taken aback at first, irises pulling unreadable emotions as his gaze flicked towards the one called Raider. The Merc made a good point, He could admit, but then his eyes narrowed, mouth cracking a dry grin. "Raidon, was it?" The Plague soul purposely scrambled Raider's name, laughing to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest before he sent the Ice child a calculated smirk, leaning back before he spoke again. "First, don't even think about lumping me together with that one." He jerked his head to gesture towards Marcus, not in a derogatory way however, Cash just didn't think Marcus quite deserved that one."Second, you can pick your poison Ice Soul." He hadn't missed the annoyed tone of Raider's words, or his subtle argumentative stab at the tail end of them. Cash lifted his chin, resisting the urge to chuckle. He could deny the Mercenary's words, but maybe it was better these people kept him in that perspective. The man was drawn out of his thoughts as Marcus spoke, purple gaze finding him with a mixture of surprise, which slowly turned to understanding and a dangerous gleam. "Sure Marc." He nodded, working with Marcus seemed to be the best option right now anyway. The Thief turned to Void as she objected to teams of two as well. Alright, fine, it made sense, and coming from her, the suggestion didn't rub him the wrong way. The Plague soul turned to the Thunder child, shoving his hands into his pockets before he cracked a crooked smile. If he didn't know any better, Void seemed almost jealous. Whether true or not, it lightened his mood to an unreasonable extent. Cash put this aside then turned to Marcus, "let's not waste anymore time then." He conceded towards the Dark child, "Wouldn't want to corrupt the rest of these innocent souls with our 'Shady Figures' after all." He didn't need to clarify who that was meant for and pointed towards.

"Good luck then." Cash gave the group a reluctant salute before they turned around, throwing a small nod Marcus a nod before stepping forward, shuffling towards the door. As soon as he'd successfully broke from everyone, the Plague soul felt his shoulders slump. I'd rather pick poison than Plague. "You and everyone else on the d@mn planet." Cash mumbled more to himself than anyone else, face wiped of all identifiable expression. Raider's words to him weren't anyrhing special. Actuallyx they were relitively normal. he'd heard them in every fashion and variation from every being he'd ever met, but , for some reason, they still always seemed to find a way to grate at his heart in a way few would ever see. He broke into the hallway, stopping to wait for his teammate. Yup, team. The solo Thief didn't know how well this was going to work out, but, interestingly enough, there was a part of him that coursed with adrenaline and punched at his insides, the fire dancing in his eyes almost animal. He was excited, all traces of fear buried beneath a crooked grin and one enthiasticaly sparkling stare. The dragon-child turned to lean against the exitway doorframe, gaze finding Marcus as he waited to leave or atleast make a solid plan. Cash wasn't worried about working with the Dark soul. Actually, it calmed him to a weird extent. This wasn't a person who would be checking over his shoulder every second to keep Cash in check and out of his wallet. Plus, their magic would mesh well.... He hoped anyway. The man snorted, dragging a bruised hand through his dark locks as he thought. Just what would they be facing outside of this door? He turned to glance backwards. Well, only one way to find out.

Ooc: Whew! Sorry this reply is so late guys, life's been busy TTmTT

Cash didn't answer at first, chin lifting as he drew his gaze up to the ceiling. "Trystan, tell me something," He paused, turning a measured gaze on the dragon, "You said you've searched every inch of this castle, but I want you to focus on the library as a room and it's contents, like Marcus said." The Thief cracked a grin for some unknown reason, lifting a hand to push the hair out of his eyes. "Were there any shifts in the patterns of the Library's wall's? Color differences? Unnatural architecture?" Cash laid the questions on him before continuing with a glance towards Marcus, "I don't have any magical shadow powers, so no, I don't 'spot the anomaly', but I have had dealings with passageways and ahh.... Breaking into to places." He squared his shoulders, looking right at home in the dealings of this conversation. "Trystan, if its a Passageway we're looking for, I could find one simply by a detailed description from you." The Plague Soul's irises pooled with the excitement and anticipation of a five year old at Christmas. He then turned back to Marcus. "If you're absolutely sure you're sensing something, then we should head that way. I trust you. Its completely unreasonable, but I do."

I don't think it necessarily matters who or which gods made the Dragons, they could've just been taken up and accepted as servants by all the gods simply because it was a new and promising concept.

Personally I think Alfheim's idea makes a lot of sense c: It gives the Gods a solid motive and reason: They're tired of betrayal. The only thing I'm not to clear on is the Dragonchild concept. We're saying they're predetermined, but by who? Maybe the Dragons each gave up their power through magic and entrusted it to a specific, future human child as they were being driven out? What if those dragons died at the cost, so each kid also has the metaphorical 'soul' of their dragon?

Ooc~ AHG! FLAME!

I'M SORRY! These last few days have been abnormally busy >M<

I'm sorry, just a bit confused here on this end, which gods are still available?

Ic~

Void’s thunderous footsteps were hard to miss as she hurried away, team in tow. Cash felt himself slowly tune out of marcus’s words, gaze sliding past the Dark child to bounce off the Lolita’s petite figure as she clicked away. He couldn't help it, couldn’t hold back the grin as it pried its way onto his maw. The woman wasn’t practical at all. How did she expect to sneak or even catch anything in those ridiculous shoes? The Plague soul bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly worrying. She’d be an easy target. Stop that. Her arrogant self wouldn't see it coming. He moved a hand to give his bruised arm a good pinch, mumbling a few inaudible insults on frilly girls and dumb seamstresses to himself as Marcus neared the end of his reasoning's. “Hmm? Wha-Oh. Yeah, Library. Sounds good, lets go.” The man felt himself flush under his skin, straightening before he let himself speak again. “So…. Is there any way for you to… You know, poof us over there with shadow trick or should we.... You know, just start walking?”

( Hokay, so I just bounced back to the plot thread real fast to check, it looks like the following have been taken:

Highigo: Red n' blue
Alfheim: White n' black
Fairytail: Purple n' pink
Flamestriker: Yellow

The only one left is green, and that's Plague...... I already have Cash, so I'm not to keen on taking that one as another Plague character, so that ones up for grabs! Cx

"That's alright, " Cash paused, shuffling over to the shadow of a potted plant, crouching and shifting at amusing angles to be able to fit in the small amount of darkened ground. Once successfully fitted,t he Theif pointed a scraped finger towards Marcus, a challenging glint in his purple eyes. "If your princess hands get too tired I'll make sure to pick up the slack for you, so don't worry Marc." The man had the gall to wink, leaning back in his plant shadow in efforts to more effectively twist his hands into finger guns. "Plague child, locked and ready!" Cash grinned before wigglinlg again, trying to gain further purchase against the shadowy pillar to his right right in the potted plant's cramped but concealing shade.

Morning lovlies! C:

So, any way Alfheim, me and Flame replied to Trystan a couple back on page 21, currently they're getting ready for Marcus to shadow jump them to the Library.... Cash is sitting by a lovely potted plant.

Miss Naomi made her first entrance and is with Nayru, Void (Dragging Jordan with her) Just found Wes's lovely self. Avril, Raider, and Tallulah are about to set out somewhere.

Fairytail, I have a few names I like, just too help you with coming up with more Cx

Cash sighed, "That's kind of the plan Trystan M'boy." The Plague child shifted in his uncomfortable squatting position, head perking up as he addressed the old dragon. "Marcus here can poof us there via magic, so just get in a shadow and hold onto your-" Cash suddenly faltered in words, eyes widening before he jerked his head to the left, searching the walls, the air. "Wha-" He began only to cut himself off, reaching up to rake a hand through his dark locks. What had that been? A voice? The young man set his gaze on Marcus, grinning face betraying his excitement. It wouldn't be long now, would it?

Then why are the other Gods even fighting, Hichi? Are they just helping Ganloth and Eve?

Cash didn't miss the evident loss of pigment in Marcus's face, eyes training on his troubled expression before the Dark Child sped off. Running? Now that was something the Thief had mastered down to a science. He took his time in stretching, cracking his knuckles and neck before rising up to his sore feet, all while humming a foreign tune. Flickering light passed over his crooked alabaster grin, irises kindling unnatural violet fires. To say he was excited was an understatement. This one lived for fighting, breathed it Like an addictive drug. Finally he dropped into a taut a Runner's stance, tilting his head to lock his gaze with Trystan. "Try to keep up old man!" Cash winkedd before going on to bunch every muscle in his lean body. "See you on the roof." And with that, the Dragonchild cannonballed forward, nearly cracking the ground where he once stood. The enemy was on the roof. Just make it to the roof. He let out an audible whoop, hair flying out of his eyes as he continued to run, soon nearly catching up to Marcus. "Which way?" He yelled over the wind as it relentlessley pounded agaisn't his eardrums, barely breaking a sweat.

“Gotcha!” Cash veered around the corner in suite, skipping slightly to avoid toppling himself over. Marcus seemed to be in quite the rush, and the Thief didn’t suspect it was for the same reasons as his own disquieting ones. His mood had shifted. Well, the Dark child’s manner wasn’t exactly sunshiny to begin with, but he could tell something was weighing on him. “Marcus!” He called again, combat boots slapping against the marble. “Should we really be rushing into this?” His voice shook over opposing air currents, lungs starting to grow slightly uncomfortable as they neared another turn. “You heard the voice too, but it's different for you, isn’t it?” They would be vulnerable on that staircase, not to mention heading straight first into whatever crud they were dealing with. Cash didn’t like it, straight on wasn’t his preferred means of confrontation, but it seemed as though this was their only means. “Seems like you know it.”

Ooc: Hey Light! ^^

Free, There’s a part of me that wants to hug Naomi right now…….Maybe give her a bandaid c’:

Ic~
Marcus might’ve been able to reign in his amused emotions, but that wasn’t in Cash’s skill set. The Thief burst out laughing as Naomi screamed and hit the deck, tears burning behind his eyes before he nearly doubled over, arms clutching at his stomach. The chuckles continued until she stood up, actual tears streaming down her cheeks. He visibly cringed, suddenly feeling quite terrible for the amusement he felt. The Metal Child denied her pain with a wobbly exclamation, soon after setting her eyes on Cash himself. Just when the Plague soul thought his day couldn’t get any more abnormal, this scrawny fifteen year old ripped a 3 foot titanium rod out from behind her back before demanding they surrender. The man raised his eyebrows. Here Naomi was, threatening men about three times her size while ready to clobber them with a concealed metal stick. Was she a Dragonchild? No….. Cash didn’t feel the pull in his own soul towards her. Rather, when he tried to feel it, it was like wading sluggishly through answerless pudding. so then, who was she? He wouldn’t get the chance to ask. Just when the man opened his mouth to ask and maybe calm her down, Nayru was there, wordlessly hoisting the tiny girl up onto her shoulders and taking off up the stairs. “.... O-kay…” Cash turned to Marcus, too confused to argue the ‘Barbaric Friend’ comment. “Well…….see you at the top I guess.” He hopped up one step, avoided the spot where Naomi’d fallen, then burst forward to scale the rest of the way up, where he skidded out into the sunlight of the roof. He glanced around, there seemed to be no enemy appearing as of yet. Here awaited a different surprise. “Frilly Girl?” He addressed Void first, nodding to Nayru and Wes as well. Cash felt his expression melt into a ridiculous grin, purple gaze coming to rest on the Lolita where she lay beside Naomi. “Good to see you’re still alive and loud.” He shoved his hands deep into the reaches of his pockets before walking to stand beside the Thunderchild. But then his focus shifted to the small frame beside her. The man took a moment to go over Naomi’s appearance. What was she? A pirate? His eyes trained on her large coat, narrowing slightly. Did she have more metal on her? He crouched beside Void, joining her in the wait for the Blacksmith’s answer while simultaneously preparing to defend. He didn't feel the pull of a DragonSoul, so there was a chance this girl was the disturbance they were supposed to eradicate.

Yay! Somebody claimed the green one! C: I'm sure you'll be accepted DS, Rachna's form checks out pretty good to me ^^

Something about the way Naomi subconsciously sat on the ground whilst her element had its way with her small body was enough to make Cash's own teeth grit, eyebrows drawing together in sparked beginnings of anger. She was something akin to a slave. The Thief's fingers had moved to twist the skinny taper spike through his left ear as soon as Void sprang up to get between the Flame and Metal souls. He watched the conflict play further. But when Nayru lunged towards Void, he suddenly stopped caring about remaining neutral. The Plague soul got up, stiffly coming to stand in front of the little Blacksmith and the Lolita as she attempted to calm her down. He was a bit too close however, and winced slightly as a few shards tore at the back of his already wrecked shirt. "Hey! Flamehead!" He called to Nayru, holding out his arms to shield the women behind them. There was a deathly calm about him, a huge spike in his power level now evident. He gave Nayru a dull glare through a half-lidded gaze, purple eyes glowing. "You're not fighting anyone. I don't know if you can tell, but this one is unconscious." He grumbled, motioning to Naomi. "Besides." He grinned, irises lacing themselves in a dangerous glint. "I'm a plague dragon, remember?" The coy smile stayed on his face as the magic level around his bruised body increased again. "Come any closer and I'll inject you with enough paralysis to keep you out of the game for the rest of the year." He paused, shoulders squaring. "You can't burn away sickness Nayru, so whats it gonna be?"

Cash visibly cringed throughout Void's emotional rant, turning around to blink down at the Thunder Soul, gaze softening at the sight of her. How were they supposed to fight an enemy in this condition? He gkanced past her, eyes fixing on the new arrivals. He nodded to Tallulah's team, feeling slightly bad they they'd walked into this. Wes spoke up, and he swung back around to study the air user. The Thief could admit, there was reason to be found in his voice, but opposing aspects overruled them. He knit his eyebrows together, still standing rigidly in front of Void. "Stop that." The Plague soul set his mouth in an insistent line, eyebrows knitting together. He had observed Wes give the Lolita a once over, judging the amount of strength he had in reserves to calm her. "People have emotions. It's what makes us human. Silencing them in the hopes that they'll dissipate is juvenile." Suddenly his gaze hardened. "DO NOT, Cast even one more spell on my Seamstress here." He spoke the demand without exploring its meaning, giving Wes a confirming nod, neither on the offensive or defensive. They would find the source of the voice, but only after sorting this through. He turned around, taking a few cautious step forward to come to Void. "Hey" He briefly let his eyes slide shut, crouching down onto his toes, now eye level with the ThunderSoul. Cash did something strange then. He smiled, probably the first genuine smile of the day for himself, then reached out, and patted The top of her small head. Not in a teasing manner, which was rare for him. "Those were a lot of words there, Frills." His grin grew wider, head tilting at a soft angle. "A magnificent set of lungs on you, '" his head bobbed in an insistent nod, "For sure." The man declined to address the main problem for now.