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| [Graded](D-rank) Revenge!; The Wrecking Crew m.1 | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 1 2012, 10:19 PM (1,954 Views) | |
| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Feb 11 2012, 10:49 PM Post #21 |
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Ryo would stop and glance around " huh...this looks familer " he would say around the time Oberon would ask what the island the guild is located called. Ryo would turn and look to san before answering Oberon. " It has its own private island. " Ryo would tell Oberon in a calm voice before glancing left and right then ahead trying to figure out were to go next, but would continue to explain. " The guild sits on its own small island thus why there is only one bridge to it, and why we don't get touriest all over the guild hall. Most of all however it serves as a challange for hopeful recruits to be able to " he would pause a smirk at San " Navigate this busy merchant city and its perils that we as Tartaros mages are immune to " he would tell Oberon with a quick smirk just as San would suggest turning back. " Huh? "Ryo would chime forth first " Oh..i think your right San " he would say looking to his left. " I'm pretty sure i was post' ta'go right here " He would tell the group as he made a right turn instead of turning ahead or back they way the originally went leading them toward sinjin and the proper place to do the mission. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Feb 12 2012, 05:14 AM Post #22 |
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Oberon was starting to feel slightly nervous in the huge city, like an ant that was waiting to be squashed and was also on the ground compared to the blades of grass around it. the black winged demon thought as he looked around but mainly just following the group with a slightly bored mind, how much longer until they got to this bloody place a thousand years? Oberon thought to himself with an agitated mind as he growled lowly, if there was on thing that the black winged demon of Tartaros was not it was patient. He admitted to himself as he walked along, hell he might as well just run there if not for the fact that if he did he would most likely become lost at the first turn he would make. If there was a second thing that Obeorn didn't have it was a good sense of direction and ability to move around and remember what he was doing compared to when he was fighting, then everything was just so much easier, he could just make things up as he went along and relied on his muscle memory when compared to this which was just so much more agitating and rather redundant, god there he was going off again being all goody two shoes like his pathetic excuses for parents tried to achieve, come on Oberon think darker, ehh blood! black! Rock and Roll! Oberon thought frantically trying to get this vague feeling of normality out of his head, god he hated being someone normal it seemed like such a boring and repetitive lifestyle that he could never have work out for him, he would much rather live every day like it was the end, no regrets, no worries just the now. He thought with a grin as he walked along the cities of Coreopsis, strangely enough though he managed to catch the owner of the italian cafe he often went too chatting it up with the misses, nice guy, couldn't understand half of what he was saying but still. Oberon thought ruffling his wings as he went along his merry way to do a job that seemed just to good to be true. So to pas the time he decided to sing, "On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of Colitas rising up in the air..." He stopped though as he was starting to get weird looks from the people he passed too which he growled, hell he might as well just bust out his guitar and start playing! It beat just walking along and acting cool. Oberon thought before mentally slapping himself, keep it together bro, Oberon thought to himself with a nod as he decided not to wig out and instead kept up conversation by responding to what ryo had said in his er- response, "great...more walking, next time i saw we just get a car with rockets and drive it around everywhere" Obeorn said sarcastically to himself. Oberon shrugged and rolled his elbows no use pulling a muscle over throwing a few vases around the room right? He thought to himself, relishing the idea of destruction upon all in his path, especially if he wanted to be the strongest, get more power anyways. A predator...and apex predator thats what he is, Oberon thought to himself a bit as he kept up his pace behind ryo even if he had stopped. Oberon growled and shook his head, "so where is this place?" Oberon asked piping up from the back of the group, no point in simply thinking to myself, he thought bitterly. Oberon ruffled his wings in his clothes as they pressed against his back, damn he was starting to get his regular cramps now. He thought as the desire to cut holes in his shirt or better yet just rip the whole thing off started appealing too him more and more. Oberon reasoned before singing his song again, with a few hums in there, "liven it up at the hotel hum hum hum humm" he went to himself as he made use of his time, its not like he had anything to say now did he? He was probably the weakest of the four it still did not make perfect logical sense to him why he was chosen to be a part of this team in the first place, only that he was and he sure as hell is now. Oberon thought with a grin, good times. |
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| Sinjin | Feb 18 2012, 02:17 PM Post #23 |
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Sinjin was at his wit’s end. He didn’t care anymore if the guys were late. He was there and every second that passed by without doing anything merely invited bad luck. Who knows if the owner of the house would return to catch him? At that thought, he sighed and then looked around. He made sure there was no one else in the area for now but he didn’t want to make things too obvious from the outside by starting with breaking the door. No, he wanted to get inside without having to disrupt the point of entry as to alarm any nearby neighbor that could alarm the authorities. As such, he held out both arms and willed his blood blades to form from within, slicing through his skin and pushing out to form blades at both arms. He then ran towards the building’s wall, jumping to the surface before scaling it to a window using the blades. It was almost like mountain climbing, just blood blades instead of pick axe and whatever devices. He broke through the window, though making less of a noise than a robber would. Oh wait. Correction. He sliced one window along the hinges so it fell inwards, thus creating the point of entry for him. So, no breaking for now. He then let himself into the dimly lit place and from the looks of it, it was the room of the owner with the bed not so well-cleaned with some clothes left hanging here and there. He sighed at the thought of it. Perhaps even if one was a bit rich, they still didn’t care about proper cleaning. With the sound of airships from outside echoing through the window, Sinjin set himself to the task. “Let’s see. I suppose I could start here.” He muttered as he let the blood blades return, leaving a line of red along his outer arm as evidence of it. He had been using the technique for so many times that it was becoming too normal for him and the pain tolerated was nothing more than another common feeling. In any case, he first set out to the cabinet and started throwing out clothes after clothes and shoes and whatever else was there. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Feb 20 2012, 08:19 AM Post #24 |
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Now on a corrected path, San grunted as he saw what was presumed to be the building come into view - "Hrmph. I've sent a scout, and he proclaims it to be somewhere around here on this street; exactly which building, I leave to your discretion. My scout is blind, and cannot see it," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, though his voice still sounded extremely deadpan, or highly inconsistent when not monotone. Sensing the fact that the task was close at hand, though, the undead man's right hand instinctively reached up, grabbing onto the handle of his oversized blade hanging from his back - naturally, that perturbed more than a few observers, but what with his own appearance and his traveling behind Ryo, he was pretty certain no one would do much about it. "The sprites are calling out for something- they howl after your scent, Ryo," he commented with a wry grin, referring to the red-haired mage's influence on him and his magic, or so it would appear. "My scout did say that he noted a being that may have been similar to that idio- Sinjin, around here. But where...?" It was terribly timed, as right then he noticed a shattered window on one of the buildings near them, noting the fact that people around were avoiding that place deliberately. "Too obvious," he muttered, pointing with his free left hand. "It appears that someone has gotten ahead of us." With nothing more than a sweep of his hand, San sent some of his sprites out flying through the window, into the building - there, they would condense into a figure, a lively man in rather elegant clothes and an overall unimpressed expression; that is, the Tactician Guei. In there, the summon would walk down and open the door for the rest of them, unaware of Sinjin's presence all the while. Within moments, the door would be opened, the summon waiting outside of it for the trio with a most bored expression. "You people...walk so slow. What are ou, zombies? Well, excluding you, San." |
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Feb 20 2012, 05:48 PM Post #25 |
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Ryo would chuckle " Sorry bout that guys, I'm not the best one with directions " the red head would admit with a smile looking back to the two others as they walked along. It woiuld be painfully obvious to the othe two from now on that Ryo had no sense of direction, and it was a safe bet to have him follow then lead when getting to a place. However Ryo's goofing off would continue as San spoke of his sprites howling after his scent. " Huh...I'm pretty sure I took a shower this morning " he would say raising a arm and sniffing his own armpit for a moment then smile. " Yup not me, maybe its birderon " Ryo would say nudging his head toward Oberon, obvious Oberon had now joined the Ryo nickname club along with Sinjin. Ryo was quite unaware of his own magical power or snesing magic. When it came to sensing others magic Ryo thought it was just a vibe he got, like a spidey sense not really more so the feeling gets one from growing up around death, people tend to devolep a sense when bad things are brewing however, Ryo did often ignore surely that didn't help him in being unaware of things outside battle. As they would arrive with San's information Ryo would pause leaning a bit to the side seeing the window broken. " Its not that bad, I was just gonna break the front door open " Ryo would admit with a shrug, this was a smash 'n' toss kind of mission so stealth wasnt really needed but surely would go along way. As san would summon forth someone inside using Sinjin's open window Ryo would whistle loudly then smirk. The door would open only to be greated with a sarastic comment that would make Ryo chuckle " We just took a wrong turn...or three " he would say and snicker as he entered Glancing around Ryo would see the very high class home filled with expensive furniture and rugs. It wasn't anything grand and epectacular since this guy was just a manager with a shipping company, but it was obvious he had some money piled up. " I guess I will start with the kitchen " Ryo would say with a big toothy grin as he started to make way for the fridge. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Feb 21 2012, 01:37 AM Post #26 |
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Oberon waddled along behind the two in front of him keeping to himself that in any usual horror lacrima would immediately put him down as the silent guy who easily could be predicted as the masked killer of the teenagers at camp. Of course this was total lies, Oberon could never wear a mask he was too sexy for it dontcha know? He thought to himself with an emotionless look as he kind of just did what seemed like staring off into space while keeping tabs of where exactly he was going, didn't want to eventually walk off the side of the city now did he? The black winged demon of Tartaros thought with a snicker as he thought about treating Sinjin to a little friend of his called payback for the Rosalie island incident with San. The black winged demon felt like he should just walk along with Sinny following him until BAM! He walks off the side of the city flying fine while Sinjin simply falls while Oberon rubs his stomach and laughs while pointing with his right hand, ahhh yes it was good to be on a team where injuries were part of a daily life, it wouldn't be all that fun anyways now wouldn't it? Obeorn thought with yet another snicker before returning to his pimped out 'i honest to god don't care' look that would have schooled any one willing to try and go up against it, even if he was blindfolded. Oberon raised an eyebrow at the twos conversation in front of him, whats this? Skullduggery doenst seem to run all that shallow as Oberon was made fun of for yet again a certain appendage on his back that really made no sense at all to the black winged demon besides that they were just there, and he was cool with that. The wings on his back had to be the source of joking that was aimed at him by their fearless leader who exploded things, which is something Oberon also had respect for. Just the plain right to blow stuff up just because you can't, whats not to like? He asked himself with a raised eyebrow, then again it would not exactly feel the best in the world if Oberon was somehow caught in this explosion as well, wouldn't want to lose a few body parts now would he? Might cause a nasty splinter or something. Oberon thought with a slight laugh before quickly thinking of something quick and witty to say that would totally put down his two partners in front of him, unfortunately he got no such thing and instead said aloud, "I don't use birdbaths thank you very much, case coded" The black winged demon of Tartaros said before banging and imaginary gavel in front of him like he was the judge of the entire world or anything that was badass enough to concern him. "Oh god shirtless man in the mission building taunting us, someone better call the BDA because i sense some serious bulllllssssshhhheeeeeetttt going on here folks" Obeorn said to himself as he looked onwards at what had to be one of San's summons who had now made a sarcastic comment about them being late with Ryo kind of just stating they got lost to which the black winged demon shrugged, whatever as long as he got paid he could honestly care less if he was insulted or not, four mages was kind of overkill for a simple mission like this anyways. He thought as he followed Ryo in before nodding at the high class home while Ryo whistled, "indeed, well then time to start breaking stuff" Oberon said with a trademark evil grin that strangely didn't look all the menacing and instead seemed kind of silly almost. Not like he cared though a mission as destructive as this was too good to pass up! Oberon thought with a grin as he nodded at Ryo who was making his way to the fridge then before deciding what to do himself, "Guess the entertainment room is mine i guess" Oberon said before walking over to the entertainment room where a large TV lacrimal and game lacrima system was hooked into the wall as well as various other items that seemed shiny enough to defile. It was now that the black winged demon got a new thought, "say can we just...take stuff? Or only... decorate" Oberon asked not minding the idea of a new TV lacrima lining his apartment building while he looked at a handy paint can which must had been due to the re modeling of the building. Edited by Ravendark, Feb 21 2012, 04:21 AM.
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| Sinjin | Feb 22 2012, 06:00 AM Post #27 |
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Sinjin paused in his tracks of dishelving he cabinet when he heard something from below. He poked his head out the door, sensing his surroundings only to be surprised by a few voices and some more cluttering. He was sure it wasn’t the owner or some other thugs who decided to spoil their fun as he grinned at the recognition of one particular voice. He then busted the door open and ran towards the stairs, jumping off the rail to save him the trouble and time of going down the stairs. He would then land on top of the kitchen counter as he watched the redhead go straight for the fridge. “Ne, Ryo, why’d you guys take so long?” He wondered out loud before his attention got piqued by a strange looking spatula. “Oooh shiny!” He walked across the kitchen counter to grab the spatula and started playing pretend that it was sword, all the while kicking and sliding on the counter against the imaginary opponent. Fortunately, the bottles of condiments missed Ryo’s head by a mere inch when it flew and that some of the other items had decided to fly elsewhere. But it ended with Sinjin jumping at the edge and landing on a counter that divided the kitchen and the dinning area. There, he crouched for a moment as he surveyed the place, his mind imagining a wonderland that he was ready to wreck havoc in. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Feb 25 2012, 09:21 AM Post #28 |
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"Or forty-seven," The wry Master Yong muttered, though he let them all in before shutting the door behind them - no point in being too open about vandalism, especially what with what Sinjin had already done. San, himself not too amused, simply grunted as he pointed upwards. "Master Yong, would you be so kind as to go fix that window? I would prefer discretion, and something tells me we may already be attracting undesired attention with that up there." He commanded; the monk quickly left to try to do what he could, though he could only do so very slowly - it took a long time for a blind man to figure out exactly where the stairs were, and even slower to get to the second floor where the window was lying. "Actually, nevermind...Master Yong, return," San called back the summon in a monotone manner, while another one appeared to replace him; an old sage sort of being, with flowing white hair and a giant brush slung over his back. "Lao-Shi - could you go find some manner to repair that broken- or otherwise not so broken- window upstairs?" "As you wish," the summon rather amicably responded, departing much faster than the other one - And this is why you value your eyesight, young fools, San couldn't help but think, as he himself headed up as well. "The downstairs have all been taken...and yet I have no desire to touch water," he commented to himself, noting that no one took the bathrooms- not that he would. Walking up the stairs, he was delighted to see various portraits hung about on the wall - "They're making this too easy." He stood there for a while, simply staring at the pictures, until he remembered- "Lao-Shi...can I borrow some of your ink?" Finally, a good use for them. |
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Feb 25 2012, 09:25 PM Post #29 |
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Ryo would have his head in the fridge by the time Sinjin would start to toss the condiment bottles that would roll for a bit before splattering against a wall. " You took the map, so we had to find our way here " Ryo would tell sinjin as he poked his head out and inserted a peice of meat in his mouth and started to chewing as he went back to looking into the fridge. It was about this time he would hear Oberon ask if they could actully take stuff and decorate. "Ya take some stuff if ya want, but your pawning it your self " Ryo would call out to Oberon. A few moments later Ryo had finshed his meat, and had moved onto making quite the mes out of the fridge as he had washed the meat down with a bit of juice or something of the sort and spilled stuff all over insdie the fridge and it was pouring onto the floor making things even more messier. With out even a care he would just walk away and toward the counter and grabbed a fork, after running the fork thru his air a few time leaving strands of his air in it he would stab it into the counter as he would start making his way to the living room and see how it was shaping up. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Feb 26 2012, 03:05 AM Post #30 |
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[[OOC: screw it, imma post smaller then like y'all, if it were longer posts i might have stayed long lol]] Oberon was contemplating on what he should totally screw with first. There were some rather convenient paint cans that he could use but then again he really liked being original and something in his gut told him that using those paint cans to trash the place seemed like a bad idea. Even thought he couldn't decide how to defile it he was undoubtedly liking the idea of hurting the TV somehow, he may have wanted it before but he decided that it might not be all that smart seeing as how the people who bought it could probably pull out som hax government shit and track it back to the small apartment that the black winged demon was living at. Oberon growled as he considered what he could possibly do, paint was out of the question as it would be fixed, pelting it with eggs wouldn't have too much effect in the long run. Then it finally hit him as he spotted a screw driver lying near a paint can, apparently the fool who was trying to open it earlier had probably thrown a bitch fit and dropped the whole thing instead of being tough and sticking it out. How pathetic,the black winged demon couldn't help but think as he grabbed the screwdriver with an evil gleam in his eye and a devilish grin that might have made the old evil himself give a thumbs up in approval. In a flash the black winged demon sprinted towards the Tv where upon he crouched down at the closest screw and started undoing the nuts and bolts of the TV. His master plan was fool proof. Man comes home in shock and after a while of probably issuing death threats to the guild and whatnot he would relax on the sofa nearby and grab his remote to watch the news or something fancy that Oberon didn't really care about. Oberon ringed as the image in his head continued, man turns TV on which it does, before the entire screen comes off its hinges and falls over! "Mwahahahahahah!" Oberon laughed out loud as he unscrewed the bolt connecting the screen of the video lacrima. One down two more to go. Finally it occurred to him however, "Hey you know when this guy might get home?" Oberon yelled from the media room to hopefully Ryo who would yell the answer, wouldn't exactly be good if the man marched in on their little operation now would it? Obeorn thought to himself as he did a slight sweat drop. Wouldn't want to have to sprint somewhere away mid-mission now would they? Obeorn thought as he twitched an eye before shaking his head, all the more reason to get this done faster then! Oberon told himself before standing up and moving on to undo the second screw before throwing the first one somewhere behind him. |
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