Beuce briefly wondered if pot was legal her or if Jax was just looking him up with some dank **** under the table. In any case, he used a potion on Luna Also Aerogolem used Aero on stratos Everything else attacked
Adalric could hardly sleep that night. We're it not from the exhaustion of preparing several times as many meals as he was used to, his nerves probably wouldn't let him sleep at all. He folded his pillow over his head, trying to drown out ambient noise. Things were getting complicated...and he had a feeling that come tomorrow, they were about to get even worse. When morning finally broke, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, got dressed, summoned his keyblade, and performed a few maneuvers with it. If anyone had been watching (which he hoped with all his might no one was), they'd be able to tell they were defensive maneuvers. Parries, sidesteps, and the occasional counter. His eyes were closed, as though he were fighting some invisible enemy in his mind. In fact, that's exactly what he was doing. While it wasn't quite real combat training, it was surprisingly not as far from it as one would initially think. The enemy's movements were akin to that of one he would realistically face, and that allowed him to hone his own movements accordingly. This was a fairly light combat, for lack of a better term, due to his room not being a terribly large surface. After a few moments, he fell backwards and opened his eyes, evidently defeated by whatever it was his mind had conjured up. "Master, you really are stupidly strong..." The man muttered to himself after a sigh. Rising to his feet once again, he dusted himself off and went about the rest of his morning activities. Once he was ready to set out, he grabbed clipboard and set out to find what their guests wanted for breakfast. Trying to keep track of everything in his head last night had proved nightmarish. He headed to the rooms in no particular order, or at least, he would've if the first room hadn't been something that required his immediate attention. He didn't knock on the door as it would've been pointless considering the thing was broken in half on the floor! What in the world had happened here?! There was the man Qamar had almost gotten into a fight with and a very pastel looking girl sitting on a bed together, and someone else who he only remembered their order yesterday. Adalric only stood there, mouth agape as he looked at the door and then to the three individuals in the room. "I..what..." He breathed a heavy sigh. "What do you want for breakfast...?" He said with a defeated voice, dismissing the door for now. He'd fix it later...
Beuce summoned Thundagolem Since from the last round he should have been at 140% cg, and I was told I could do both, Dumbo uses pink elephants Everything else is the same as last round
The man made something of a sour face at Qamar as she said to stop apologizing for her. "I'll stop apologizing for you when you stop making me." He sighed, glad that he'd narrowly avoided things coming to blows. Nodding to Boreas, he stammered out "Y-yes. Id very much appreciate that." Adalric paused for a moment, stopping to see these new arrivals. They also seemed to have gone through a fair bit of strife recently. One of them even seemed to have a broken wrist, and the blonde master who looked like his own rushed over to him, acting like he was her own child. From what he gathered, he was her student. That made sense. It wasn't uncommon for masters to develop a familial relationship with their apprentice. Just as he was about to leave, he felt something like needles run across his calf. It didn't hurt so much, but it startled him and send a shiver up his spine as he turned around to see a small cat purring and looking up at him. Recovering from his heart attack, Qamar put the cat on Tinarah's lap. He hadn't planned on everyone accompanying them to the west wing, but he didn't really have a problem with it. "Once you're all settled in, I'll bring you all something to eat. If there's anything you'd like in particular, please let me know and I'll do what I can to prepare it for you." Adalric said meekly, as he wasn't used to addressing so many people at once. This group of strangers made him nervous, but he was doing his best to be polite. They were guests after all.
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Beuce summoned dumbo Golems did their stuff Aerogolem targeted Beuce Dumbo dumbo'd
Beuce, reeling back after the massive shocking blow, decided it was probably best to get up some defenses. Summoning another golem, this one appeared to be made of earth, and unlike the others, wrapped itself around Beuce like armor. Beuce summoned minegolem Aerogolem aero'd him The other two golems attacked with their respective spells
"Hey, I don't even have to toss my own projectiles." He said, placing his hands on the ground and summoning a third, firey golem. "I've got people for that. " Beuce summoned Firagolem Firagolem used Firaga Blizzagolem use Blizzaga Aerogolem used Aero on Beuce
Adalric waited silently with his fellow apprentice for Master Aster to come and retrieve them. Apparently, they would be receiving guests shortly and the two of them were to accompany his master to greet them. He bit his thumb in anticipation, and didn't pay Qamar much mind when she let out one of her usual rude comments. That was the way she was, and he'd grown accustomed to it. Finally, the blonde woman who had trained him for several years now came to fetch them. Silently, he followed her to the gate. Nearly as soon as they'd arrived, a blonde girl collapsed, seemingly weak from exhaustion. Adalric's eyes widened as he watched her lay there. Everyone else made small note of it, but otherwise simply carried on. He looked to each individual and then back to her with a concerned and confused look on his face, as though to confirm no one else was going to do anything about it. He rushed forward after a moment, checking to see if she was breathing. Upon closer inspection, the girl was barely conscious. He looked around once more before steeling himself and muttering several apologies under his breath as he tried to determine the least intrusive way to pick her up. Meanwhile, and argument had begun to break out between Qamar and one of the newcomers. He stood up, Tinarah in his arms. "Qamar, please. I understand his words are harsh but they've clearly come from unknown circumstances. At least try to be civil." He turned on his heel to face the man she argued with and bowed his head slightly "Please, do forgive her. I'm terribly sorry." He said in a meek tone as though he'd been asking forgiveness for one of his own transgressions. "Master, where should I bring her?" He asked, almost in a cry for help.
Adalric starts 32 because git gud HP: 20 -> 145 AP 8 -> 20 Abilities: Guard Dodge Roll Wall Defender Second Chance Fire Screen Blizzard Screen Thunder Screen Magic Cura Stonera Reflectra Watera
Beuce breathed a heavy exhale. These golems were powerful certainly, but they really took it out of his Mana reserves. Thankfully he got the feeling most people were internally cheering for him, so he felt like he could keep them out at least six longer. Putting his hands to the ground once again, a massive golem of ice and snow rose up from the ground and fired a projectile at the storm rider, while the wind golem went over and lightly touched Ignis’ head. Beuce summoned Blizzagolem Blizzagolem used Blizzaga on the storm rider Aerogolem uses aero on Ignis
Name: Adalric Hohenheim Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Here Keyblade: This Homeworld: Shalvira Master: Aster Personality: Very unsocial. Not really so much because they dislike socializing, but because they don't really know how. They say sorry a lot as somewhat of a defense mechanism. They're fairly nice, if a bit hard to talk to.
Beuce didn't know how bad it was for the birds in this world, but he was pretty sure that he'd gone through something fairly similar. He glanced down to his arm, and thought about what he'd do. He'd fight back, of course. He sympathized with the bird, but right now, they had something important to do. He'd begun to consider helping the bird, until he shot steel with a dart that was supposed to rewrite his genetic code. He didn't quite understand what that meant, but it could be nothing but bad news. Beuce readied his keyblade, and would've gone after the bird, but a shadow loomed overhead. He looked up, and saw what was likely their target. Based on stratos’ comment, he likely agreed. A light enveloped Beuce as his outfit changed to a more flowing outfit. He now held two seemingly autonomous strands of red and blue ribbon which fluttered around him. Placing both palms against the ground, symbols and runes of magic began to arc outward from him, until finally a gust of wind surrounded him and began to form itself into visibility, and then a creature made from it. It looked down at it's Creator and touched him, blessing him with a barrier of wind before heading out to do the rest to his companions Beuce used Aerogolem Aerogolem cast aero on Beuce
Beuce panted, his breath growing heavier with each swing. This created devastating hits, but it was unimaginably exhausting to fight this way, not to.mention it wasn't terribly efficient against a crowd. Some of the more injured penguins seemed to be noticing that his stamina was taking it's toll on the man. They seemed to be looking to triple team him and make use of his weakened state. Beuce however, wasn't about to just take it lying down. For the first time, he tried using a command with his weapon. Three swings, each leaving a burning Arc of energy, were brought down onto the healthiest of the penguins, instantly knocking it over and leaving it literally with stars circling above it's head. That was a little odd, but the keyblade wielder didn't have time to be stuck on it. Using commands certainly took a chunk from his stamina, as sweat was no covering his face, but instead of stopping and giving his body time to cool down, he planted the blade upright into the ground and ran a step up it before kicking of backwards to tackle the most injured one. One punch was all it took to bring it down, and he wasted no time beginning to engage in fisticuffs with the remaining penguin. Two quick jabs, one to the stomach and one to the face, and it was down. Looking around, he saw everyone else was mopping the floor with these things as well. In fact, one particular move that he saw Stratos do gave him an idea. Giving a quick whistle to get the boy's attention, he gave a gesture to make his way over to him. “Give me a lift, will you?” He called out, ripping his weapon up from the ground. As it's weight seemed to disappear entirely, as well as his own, he knew that Stratos had understood his meaning. Beuce lifted higher into the air, hovering over an unsuspecting and unlucky penguin. It threw several shuriken at him to try and halt his advance, but once he began his descent, it didn't matter. The massive weapon cut effortlessly through them. No, cut wasn't the right word. It was more like smashed through them. As the penguin watched Beuce baring down on him, it dropped it's sword and put it's flippers together, uttering a silent prayer. The impact from this strike didn't just bury the sword in the ground, it managed to create a crater in the street where the penguin had been. Once again, it simply fell over onto it's backside with stars circling it's head. Now that he wasn't being immediately attacked, Beuce walked over and waved his hand through the stars. They weren't corporeal, and appeared to be just an image. How bizzare… Shaking the thought aside, he turned his attention back to the battle at hand. As powerful as soldier was, it couldn't be used for long due to the massive strain it was putting on his stamina. So instead, he reverted to his base form, and decided that if Kel and Ignis had the same job, he'd join Stratos. A red and blue light enveloped him, and was shortly joined by a yellow one. His outfit was largely similar, except now it had more of a western vibe to it, and now instead of toting a massive sword, he held a double barrel shotgun. He breathed a sigh of relief holding it in one hand, and took aim to fire rounds of magic at some of the penguins his two Ninjas companions were dealing with. First, he nailed one in the side which was about to take a swing at kel, and then fired a judgement shot which ricocheted around the penguins Ignis battled. 625 words 60 exp 120 total Penguins 8 left 5 at 14/15
Beuce was largely silent during the interrogations. This was due in no small part that he had no idea what they were actually supposed to be interrogating the sheep about. He breathed a sigh of relief when Stratos and Ignis managed to scrape their way through it by playing good cop with the lion who had been jailed there. He was thankful this wasn't a solo exam, or he might've failed right then and there. In any case, thanks to them, they'd found out about some kind of turf war brewing, as well as someone to interrogate about it. The trio made their way over to tundratown, where they met up with the other gang of keyblade wielders taking this test, who seemed to have gained a +1. Beuce gave a friendly wave to them, accompanied by a “Yo.” it seemed their travels had led them here as well. That all but proved they were on the right track. The “reapers” as they called themselves seemed to have orchestrated these tests. At the very least, they knew what was going to happen. The objective in the first test made that evident enough. If both groups had been led to this person, it's likely they were supposed to be here. It was easy to forget their circumstances and just view this as another world, but Beuce had been taking pains to remind himself that it was a test in the mark of mastery, and the reaper’s game. Beuce snapped out of his inner thoughts by the sound of a voice. It blared through the area and all the citizens disappeared. It was so obvious a fight was going to break out it almost hurt. Only, what they were fighting left him confused. Penguin Ninjas...He heard Stratos muse about what a penguin was, and shared his friend’s sentiment. Suddenly, masked black and white birds surrounded them. Surprisingly enough, they mostly seemed to be armed with short, very straight and angular swords with square guards, and only one each. From the few people he'd seen assume the role of 'ninja’, he assumed that dual wielding was part of the gig. With the sentiment that he'd learned something new, he summoned his keyblade and enveloped himself in a bright red and blue light, in which the red began to overwhelm the blue until there was none left. He came out wearing black clothing, outlined with similarly colored fur. He went to charge at their opposition, but nearly knocked himself over doing so as one of his arms seemed to be entirely anchored in place. Looking back, he discovered that his keyblade had become a monstrous double ended greatsword. Each of the blades was nearly as tall as him, to say nothing about them combined. Yet even their absurd size yet betrayed their weight. The most accurate feature about it was the fact that it had partially buried itself in the ground from simply making contact with it, as though even the earth couldn't support such monstrous weight. He recalled his great feats of strength during the thousand heartless battle when in soldier form, and he's gotten exponentially stronger since, but even then using this to any degree of effectiveness would be quite the daunting task. One of the birds lunged at him, and with little time to react, he kicked the thing aside. His physical strength seemed to extend into his legs. Suddenly, an epiphany struck him. He put both hands on the weapon and groaned with effort. Momentarily, the ground gave way and loosed the absurd blade from it. There was no way he'd be able to carry this thing. In the same motion he'd used to pull it from the ground, he heaved it toward his rebounding attacker. There was nearly no resistance under the force of the blow. The force which was necessary to move the sword. As his horizontal pseudo-swing reached its completion, it arced downward toward the ground, it's blade once again slicing into the ground, though this time it left more of a curved scar. Several more similar acts happened as he was approached. Each time he swing the blade, one motion was all he could manage before it buried itself into the ground once again. He however, found that the blade’s weight was such that it could easily support his own in such a state. Throwing it forward into a downward stab at one of the penguins, he had it standing upward. Wasting no time, he used the weight of the sword to give him something to propel himself against, lunging into an unarmed strike at the foe who had, fortunately for them, avoided the first attack. He wasn't so much wielding the sword as it was wielding him. And not in a “the sword chooses its owner” kind of way. Normally one adjusts a sword’s position after each strike to prepare for the next, but this was backwards. The sword remained motionless outside of the static swings that were brought from wresting it out of the ground. Beuce had to adjust his own position in relation to the sword in order to get it to swing in the way he wanted. In a very literal sense, the role of sword and owner had been reversed. Total words: 880 Exp this post: 60 Total exp: 60 26 out of 30 penguins Two penguins at 12/15 bp
Beuce followed mok back to the Police station. He honestly wondered why they were going along with this whole "pretending to be police officers" thing. Weren't there repercussions for this? Well, it wasn't exactly like they could just put them in jail for impersonation. Cages didn't exactly work well on people who could unlock anything in the universe with a flick of a wrist. Whatever, they had a sheep to interrogate. He had a pretty good idea of where the penitentiary was. He'd seen in passing as they were putting the tickets on the cars. "Alright, lets head out." He barked to Stratos and Ignis before walking out the door. Once they were outside, he turned to the two. "So, this good samaritan police work is all well and good, helps the common folk and keeps the order of the city, but do we actually have any indication as to what we're supposed to be doing? Both times previously, we had some kind of clue as to our mission. In the first world, Stratos and I had 'Defeat the Monster, Save the Man'. I'm not sure what you had, but I'd imagine you also had something. The second time, we had to collect the password that turned out to be the princesses of heart. What this time?" He continued walking toward their destination, pondering over their lack of direction. "What did you have in your world, Ignis? Maybe it'll help us get a common theme together to at least venture a guess."
Beuce fumbled around with the ticket machine. His new claws were proving hard to worth, however it seemed that his glass arm was entirely unaffected by the transformation. He didn't quite grasp why, but it seemed to be the only part that hadn't been affected by the world they were in. In any case, he managed to grasp how to push the buttons on it a bit after the others did, eventually printing out a ticket. He gathered from their conversation that they weren't supposed to just stick it to everything they saw, but instead were supposed to put it on "parking violations"...? An idea struck him, and a brilliant one at that. Stratos seemed to grasp what he was doing. Putting them on cars that appeared to be breaking the law. He followed closely behind the boy, and every time he put a ticket onto a vehicle, Beuce would paste one right next to it. This way, he'd be sure to be putting it on the right things. Beuce gave a satisfied thumbs up to his partner for the exam. Case solved. Junior Detectives, out. 80/100
I just want you to be aware that your theme is literally my favorite thing ever.
Luther produced a white cloth and began to wipe the blood from his dagger, cleaning it to a proper sheen. He sighed, thankfully, that was over. He regretted losing his cool momentarily there. It, combined with the fact she'd been able to control him, no doubt made him seem rather weak willed to the rest of the group. While appearances were important, it wasn't the only detriment to this. A large portion of them were hot-blooded and prone to rash action. If given the opportunity to try and talk some sense into them in a desperate situation, his sway would be lessened if they thought of him as weak. It was food for thought. Walking over toward Melus, he stopped about ten feet away from her, crouched to the ground, and picked up his glove. As while he did this that he heard her voice call to him, referring to him as "meatbag". Did that imply she wasn't...? Standing up to his full height, he looked at the girl. "I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not." He said coyly as he donned the black glove once more. Shortly after, his face shifted to a slightly more serious expression. "Hold it against me or not, I sincerely apologize. It was uncharacteristic of me to fall under control so easily. I nearly cost you your life in doing so." He approached her. "So, I will guard you with mine. I swear, I will let no harm come to you."
Beuce showed a small grin as his partner was revealed. This was the best pair he could've gotten. He looked over at Stratos as he spoke to him. "Hell, when we're done with our test, lets go and pass everyone else's for them. We'll have the downtime." Shortly after, it was revealed Ignis would be joining them for a trio. So he was with her again. While it wasn't quite the pleasant surprise Stratos was, he was fairly confident that the woman was strong and reliable. It seemed like this time, they were going to a world with a party of six. Their trio, and one other. "Lets do this." Beuce said as he stepped through the portal and into the test. Beuce immediately felt incredibly different. His face was...longer somehow. He opened his mouth several times, trying to adjust to his new jaw shape. It took some getting used to, to say the least. Looking around, he saw everyone else was comprised of anthropomorphic animals. Nearby was a small bunny who, from the voice and what she said, he surmised was Luna. He approached behind her, to get a look at what he looked like. It was odd to see his hair ontop of other hair. The new fur around his neck was incredibly fluffy, and made him look rather fat. In response to his appearance, there was only one thing he could say. "Wow."
