Posts by Nightingale.`

A caracal, huh? "Erm, thanks for being polite, I guess, or something. I heard you were promoted to priest or something, so I want you to go hold a body painting session with blood." As he had said in the first meeting, Pi was very true to sticking to the traditions his mother had laid down on the Ruins previously. Introducing blood painting to all the new First Tiers in the Ruins would ensure it stuck around; not to mention, add to their bravado on the battlefield. To be strong, you had to look the part, too.

The tabby growled in frustration as his attacks were blown back. Not that they would've hit anyway, as the canine was quick on his feet, and Pirate was still bent out of shape as ever.

Even worse, another water elemental had joined the mix. He chuckled as she replied, calling him the coward. "You don't even know who you're talking to." He had seen and fought a lot worse people than a dumb dog and a stupid cat. He feinted a move to the left, his eyes holding onto Teacup's gaze fiercely, before he quickly beelined to the right and aimed a water ball at Claes's head, hoping he could choke him out. Meanwhile, he focused his attention on Teacuptempest, ready for her to strike.

All the while he just grew more angry and annoyed with the Kingdomers. He felt safe yet also scared. If his power spiked too much, he knew exactly what could happen, and it would literally sabotage the entire raid they had planned. But fuck it if I'll let it happen. He didn't need to be saved from himself, he was fine.

Claes G.D.   teacuptempest

Another week's tasks he had to host? Well, at least he had asked to do this one, and he didn't feel quite as silly about it now that he had already hosted one. Telling people what to do wasn't that hard after all. "I'm hosting this week's tasks! If you want one, come get one. When you're done with that one, you can get as many more as you want." Amalfi Heights wasn't as hard to make tasks for, either, since they were so soft in comparison to the Ruins. Here, he could suggest something like "a stroll" or "to grab a ton of berries" and they would probably smile and nod and take it. Why the Heights was full of such optimistic people, he wasn't sure, but he also wasn't too keen on complaining about.

i posted the tasks today since i did SR's today too

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The last time Piratecrown had run an obstacle course, it was more like a test of survival.

However, this was child's play. He wrinkled his nose up at the bittersweet scent of berries, and took a glance at the colorful landscape. He was curious to see how fast he was compared to the rest of the Amalfians, however, and being quite competitive, he was off. The brown blur sped off, using his water manipulation to slip on through the few puddles he spotted in quite a ridiculous manner. He had trouble finding his legs, whatnot with one being there, here, how did that one even get there, and stuck his tongue out with a grin. This was actually pretty fun! And maybe the first time he had enjoyed something so silly in a while, probably since Billie Jean was around.

Now he definitely knew, joining the Heights wasn't a mistake.

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Something wasn't right. He had walked outside knowing this, his gut wrenching in unease. He eyed the empty landscape across the cold expanse of sand, finding nothing to point to why he felt this way. Eerily, there was no one around. So, my stomach must just be acting up again. Yet with his tongue tied and a frog in his throat, why did he feel so disrupted and out of place, if everything was fine?

Kukiko

Sorry for the late thread! I've been pretty busy.

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Pi squinted his eyes. He remembered the dinosaur very faintly ... "Um, is your name Hazel? I think I know you." Except he definitely wasn't a kid anymore, and neither was she. At the very least, she had definitely grown.

He glanced at Bug and smirked, amused at how he was shocked by telepathy. Maybe once upon a time all of Agrelos's antics had caused him wonder and worry, though now he was desensitized to the magic. It wasn't a surprise that such a big creature needed telepathy just to speak. "I think she's good to join. The only thing I remember her being is a big, giant teddybear dressed in scales." Wasn't he scared of her at one point? He supposed he was somewhat over his initial childhood trauma about his tail now.

"I'm going to have to agree with mister lion over here on that one," he piped up, staring at the ... intruder? Well, intruder on a stick, of course. Not very impressed, he huffed, "Who the hell are you and why do you think you can just trespass here?" Snakes were dangerous, and just because Bug thought this one was cute wasn't going to convince him to be any less harsh on the reptilian.

/ i love him omg <3

"Ugh ..."

The grump of the Heights sat back and watched as Tary freaked out about ... powers? How old is she? Was their leader a mere child or something? He didn't think she was old by any means, but he had at least hoped she was knowledgeable about the world they lived in. Undermining both Tary and Valleypaw, he added, "Well, thanks for the offer, I guess. We don't really have any healers here so that's definitely needed."

Piratecrown knew a bit about how to heal just from Billie Jean alone, but he definitely didn't consider himself enough an expert to call himself a healer. Plus, he had only ever healed himself, and had done a shitty job of it, too. Now, it was interesting to actually see someone who could just do it with their psyche, and it made himself wonder if he had such an ability -- or, come to think of it, did he have any more at all?

He'd find out eventually, he supposed.

His ivy green eyes brightened into emerald optics as his gaze fell upon the bright blue berries. Matching the kind voice to the face, he recognized the catsune hybrid, and his visionaries grew as big as moons. "Angelbeats?" he stammered, before shrinking back once more as a wave of pain squeezed his body mercilessly. With a sigh and a grateful nod, he lapped at the tiny fruits, chewing them like a wolf and swallowing them just as fast.

"It's been a while," he commented, before inquiring, "Seriously, how are you always here when I need you?" He missed the days when she was physician, and not his good-for-nothing stepfather. He smiled through the pain, knowing the medicine would take some time before kicking in.

Another day, another dollar. "Alright, jace b. ecuador-vires I want you to host a history lesson. Better make it long and boring, too. Falconice , I want you to go prank an enemy. If you need ideas, try graffiti, pitfall traps or even throwing eggs at them. I don't care. Brownie points if it's the Dark Dynasty, too." The things he went out of his way to do for the sake of petty grudges and long regretted loyalties.

CHARACTER NAME: Piratecrown

FCFS POSITION WANTED: Third Tier

WHAT POSITION ARE YOU APPLYING FOR?: Warlord, Master of Training/Sabotage (either or)

CHARACTER PERSONALITY + EXPERIENCE: Piratecrown is motivated by others, whether it be to compete against them or help them. Training people and choosing mentors for apprentices would both help to show and develop this part of his character. His youth was also plagued with phases of wanderlust and curiosity. As a result, he knows basic medicine skills, how to create pitfall traps, how to use weapons/joust, how to poison someone and even basic survival skills. He is also very good at basic battle tactics -- essentially, ways to win a fight without needing brawn.

He relies more on cunning than strength. For example, he once kidnapped an exile using a pitfall trap (and tortured them). He also has a really powerful water elemental ability that has literally caused a tsunami over the Harrow Desert once, made storms over the Exiles and has used it well enough in battle to rescue himself from being captured by enemies. He also tends to travel a lot, and knows a lot about Agrelos because of it.

As for previous experience, before he mysteriously disappeared he was a third tier in the Ruins. He has experience in being in strategy meetings for raids. Piratecrown isn't shy when it comes to his opinion on battles, so he'll likely make all of his ideas known. He has a tendency to get argumentative, though that's died down some ever since he discovered his sister and mother both went missing.

(that one tsunami that happened)

The tabby trudged on past the slippery slopes, shaking the water from his fur. Up he went on the rocky inclines, a less fun and more treacherous obstacle. The rocks scratched at his paws, but the blistering pain he felt didn't slow him. He only winced slightly and that was it.

/ [2/5] crappy school post lol

https://imgur.com/VFG8i3z

that, is a biiit much guys

i took one nap

that's all it was

asfagdsg

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just do it," he replied to Falconice, exhaustion written across his features. Bubbly people wore him out sometimes.

" STONE. , I want you to wrestle a bear in public, preferably in the Pit. I don't care what anyone says, you have to do it." He smirked, whiskers twitching in amusement as he imagined the tiger going up against a grizzly. To Violeta he turned and yammered, "Oh, and violeta. ? I want you to try and tame a pet." Maybe whatever language she spoke was squirrel! It'd make sense, because everything she ever said always sounded like gibberish to him, and like she was going 100 MPH in her thick Spanish accent.

Well, that was two takers. "Okay -doodlebug , I want you to host a training session on something combat-focused. PLANETARY ! , I want you to take some people swimming. If you don't know how to, I'll probably come and show you, so don't worry." Two very useful and interesting things were now on the table for things to do around the Heights. Maybe he shouldn't have told Tary to go swimming if she didn't know, but as long as he was around to be on lifeguard watch, what could go wrong? There was no harm in trying new things, and the Heights was already to dry and windy for his comfort.

/ this is hilarious lmao, track

His paws were already cut up and bleeding, but to make matters worse, now he had to cross a frozen fucking river. Wasn't this dangerous? Couldn't he drown?

But -- it was a question like that which made his heart race. Despite the fear, despite the unknown, he stepped foot onto the river carefully, trotting with his claws unsheathed in an effort to gain some traction on the ice. He saw his reflection stare back at him on its glassy surface, and admired his features. His storm-green eyes, dashing snow-white whiskers and a freshly washed cape to cover the scars.

Which was why, a few minutes later, he slid head-first into a tree on the opposite end of the bank. Tripping over the shoreline, his head landed with a thud on the bark's roots. Eyes cross-eyed for a moment, he shook his head of anything that might have gotten on it, and stumbled over to the next part of the obstacle course in a drunken daze.

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Huh, there was a lot of humming going on. What were they, bees? In any matter, the tom's ears perked up at the words eat and he swore to God he felt his stomach rumble just as she said that. He was never very trusting of accepting food from others, but if he didn't eat soon, he was really going to hurt. Magma-red forming under his cheeks, he meekly replied, "Oh, uh, food sounds good, thank you."

Fuck, I swear to God if I don't eat something I'm going to hurl. Wouldn't be surprised if Angelbeats randomly showed up right now. That's what always seemed to happen when he ate something bad anyway. Maybe she had stomachache senses? Was that even a power?