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Regent, 1st of the Year of Rebirth, Morning (about 8:30 AM) Regent heaved himself off of his haunches after finishing his meal - essentially a large slab of meat, probably from two or three different animals, set out in advance for his arrival - and set off in the direction of the kitchens. They might think he was a dull beast, but he had his own tastes and preferences along with any other member of the fort, and everyone in the fort had bloody long enough to learn his. As he moved, his footfalls sounded heavily, echoing through the castle, with the click of his nails providing a sort of counter-beat to the thumps of his weighty gait. It was fortunate that the place had been built for the more monstrous races in the world - as it was, he had a hard time fitting his form through doorways and around some corners. Still, he made it the fairly short distance to the kitchens easily. The staff, understandably, didn't seem to appreciate the presence of a fifteen-foot drake in the kitchen, but no one seemed to particularly want to tell him to leave. He looked back and forth, searching for the ones responsible for the preparation of his food. Judging this simply by the size of the ingredients before them, he simply moved closer to them and sent them a simple message. "My food. Stop killing it. Let me." Without waiting for a reaction, he turned about, inadvertently knocking over more than a few utensils in the process despite his best efforts, and turned around, leaving the the chefs to their startlement and confusion. Regent was almost disappointed at the lack of panic at his arrival. Sure, he'd bothered the not-prey enough, but none of them seemed to have any legitimate fear of his approach. It wasn't a proper thing, that. He was a stalker of the icy wastes, a hunter of prey, a killer of the weak and the slow, and yet most of his life was spent desultorily wandering these halls and occasionally pinning down a passing soldier to establish that he was, in fact, one of the more dangerous residents of the castle. So, the drake proceeded to do exactly that, tail lashing occasionally and stalking the wide halls until he ran across a solitary trooper. He burst forward like a blast of lightning and pinned the unfortunate lizardman down, not giving him a chance to react before his chest was covered with one massive paw, a talon-like claw on either side of his head. He held the soldier there for a few moments, growling at him menacingly, enjoying the reaction of terror he was receiving. A witness lacking knowledge might think that he was in imminent danger of becoming a second breakfast, but anyone else would notice that there was no characteristic glowing of the scales on the drake, and that if Regent really wanted the kill, he would have already dealt the deathblow.

9/10 anime boy kawaii, indeed

Umu/10

Adero, Stefan, Lucia The soldier stuck his arm out toward the man that wasn't eyeing him suspiciously. "Good to meet you, Adero. I'm Ryuu. Here, just duck after me into this alley over here." He turned and walked toward the place - just a simple gap between a couple buildings. As he walked, his entire body flashed for a moment, and the legionnaire's armor was replaced by a simple hoodie and a pair of jeans, both looking somewhat battered. Once they were all in the alley, he faced the group once more. "Alright, so I understand what just happened probably looked pretty insane. I'll give you the short version of the story; there are creatures that exist that aren't exactly what you would call normal animals. They can be harmless, or, in the case of this one, super dangerous, or anything in between. There's a lot of ideas on where they actually come from, but the main idea is that they're formed out of what you would call emotional energy. They can't be allowed to just roam around inside cities; people will die, and it probably won't end well for the beasts, either. So, to deal with this, there are also people that can sort of use that energy field, like what you just saw, and deal with them. We're part of the Preservers; we think that they're just as alive as anything else, and so we try and get them out of the city without hurting them. The Protectors just kill them." It was clear from a twist in his mouth what he thought of this. "Arch here is a Mediator. He makes contracts with people that have the ability to manipulate this field; without a Mediator your ability will just lay dormant for a while, unless a faction inducts you - but I don't think anyone around here can actually do that. It's not a very common skill." Dexter It was late when the catlike being finally made an appearance. Astros showed up on a chair seemingly out of nowhere; it might have seemed unnerving if it wasn't for the telltale open window nearby. "I haven't been able to find Takeshi, sadly. I fear for him; I do not believe I've seen the acting this way since he left the Protectors. It's all too similar to. . . nevermind. The tale of Mihra isn't relevant to this night." The Mediator's tail swished back and forth before he continued. "As a result of this, I will be needing another mage to protect me, at least until the time Takeshi comes back. If he does. As Ozymandias, or whatever he calls himself, seems to have wandered off and vanished somewhere, the task falls to you. Now, I realize this is rather rushed, but have you made a decision?" The cat's face was unreadable, and his voice betrayed nothing about his internal thoughts. ((Everyone else's updates are pending, unless I'm waiting on you.))

8/10 just for strangeness.

except you totally can

7/10, idk it's good but feels backlit excessively (IM STILL GONNA HAVE AN OKUU SPRITE ON THE SERVER I AM NOT BETRAYING THE 2HU AVATAR CLUB)

Regent, Time:1st of the Year of Rebirth, Early Morning A deep, rumbling growl sounded as a ray of light spilled into the chamber, the large door creaking on its aged hinges as a humanoid pushed it open just far enough to allow himself passage through it. The orc's rather brutish-looking face contorted with nervousness; he had recently been assigned the role of one of the fort's beast-keepers, and this was his first time dealing with the draconic creature who made his residence in this room. He shivered; as he had walked closer to this room, past the pens of the others of the wyvern's kind, the temperature had dropped noticeably. Nervousness became outright fear as the beast, soft white fur and icy scales only illuminated by the sliver of torchlight entering from outside, rose from his curled sleeping position, eyes seemingly fixed on the one who was, at this point, half-convinced he was only sent here to be a meal. The drake's full height dwarfed the orc, who was accustomed to towering over other races. He turned to fully face the door, and then shook himself once, dislodging the bits of hay forming part of his bedding that had stuck to him while he slumbered. The wyvern walked slowly, menacingly toward the light, illuminating the jutting horns that crowned his head and the ridged scales on his back. He reached the orc, and stretched out one powerful foreleg toward him . . . . . . and simply pulled the door open wide enough to fit his much larger form, then walked past the orc, ignoring him entirely. The novice had misinterpreted the equivalent of a humanoid groaning awake as a threat of imminent dismemberment; discovering this filled him with more relief than anything. There was a nameplate nailed to the outside of the door, with a name engraved in what might have been surprisingly elegant-looking writing: Regent. It was quickly obscured by the bearer of the name, however, as his massive, powerful frame moved forward into the halls. The orc's relief was once again replaced, this time with confusion, as Regent moved forward without him, forcing the handler to follow the beast rather than the typical order of the two. "Where are you going?" he asked in a voice made somewhat higher by the situation. "Food," was the simple reply, broadcast from the white drake's thoughts. The orc's confusion continued until the pair reached an intersection in the halls, where he was pulled off to the side by a few of his compatriots, amusement showing on their faces as they explained a bit more about the creature he had just dealt with. The topic of conversation proceeded forward alone, with a single glance sideways and a slight nod at one of the more senior handlers, this one a gnoll who towered over even the orcs, but was still less than half of the wyvern's height. Regent's short journey took him to a dining hall set up for the keep's warbeasts and anyone else that was too large - or at least had an appetite too ravenous - to fit into the normal dining halls without needing to make special accommodations for them. He let out another low growl - this one indicating displeasure - that his meal had been pre-killed and prepared, but dug in regardless. They had at least had the sense to leave it uncooked.

ORAORAORAORAORAORA

8.5/10 >anime

9/10

Character (Player): Cene Chihide (Murdoc) Gender: Male Age: Difficult to discern by looking at him, though a guess would place him in his late twenties. Alignment: Chaotic Good Appearance: A man of somewhat greater than average height, at least in Japan. Both Western (likely European or American) and Japanese heritage show on his features, though he strongly takes after the former, with brown hair and blue eyes. He has sharp features, with a somewhat narrow chin, and he is well-muscled from constant rigorous training. He possesses a few scars on his body from fights and duels, magical and otherwise, but they are all faded as if inflicted a very long time ago. Clean-shaven, with hair kept somewhat short and in no real style. Personality: Straightforward, with a trait that many would call "an utter lack of tact." He prefers to move directly to the gist of any matter he is involved in, and dislikes excessive speech or showiness. As a result, he is a man of few words. This could also be considered a flaw of his; he does not often stop to consider alternative approaches to something; in fact he is nearly incapable of doing so. Essentially, in all matters he acts in accordance with his origin. He is very good at operating alone and conversely is terrible at working in a team, though contradictorily he requires partners and opponents to truly hone his skills and use his abilities to their fullest. History: A description of their personal history, this may be skipped over during your first War, but if you reuse a Master for multiple wars you will need to add a summary of what happened to them during and after the previous war to this section Skills: He is aware of his origin of "cutting" and this shows in his skills. He is an expert swordsman and his magic mostly revolves around this concept, fortifying his speed and to a much lesser extent strength by "cutting away weakness." He can also "cut" magecraft, including Bounded Fields, provided he is aware of it. Most of his magecraft is performed using a blade dubbed Cyrf - a Mystic Code constructed over generations of his family and eventually shaped by Cene itself into its current form. (The Code is designed to enhance the user's own origin and simultaneously assist in the discovery of such, though Cene is the first one in the family to fully utilize it.) His ultimate technique is essentially a perfect slice; it is a single strike and can be anticipated and dodged, or stopped from activating fully, but is an absolute enforcement of "cutting" upon the world and cannot be blocked. Servant: Cene does not possess a catalyst of any variety, though his own self might act as one if regarded as a "peerless cutting device."

http://news.fate-go.jp/2016/agtjcj/ Star Wars event. This is not a joke.

Not to mention the lesbians.

Bus team is still waiting on Yagami. Hikaru team's on Lexi at the moment, though I need a response from both of you. As far as Cyaloom, Stratos, and Hukuna, I'll try to get an update out sometime soon-ish.

All of the 3* archers are pretty good. He's notable for his very high NP damage; make sure to debuff the opponent before you use it.

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Sasaki, not having time to dodge, barreled forward into the Hex, grimacing as the attack landed with full force. The hardy Pokemon didn't let that stop his reprisal, however, as his forelimbs glowed with a metallic sheen once more. He slashed with both of them in turn, aiming to end the fight with one decisive attack.

okuu is best birb nuclear fusion is best power

1. I'm ready now. 2. I think going straight to the battle would be good, restart the hype for this a bit. 3. I'm partial to a 3v3 battle but would be fine with either one.