WRLD [IC]
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				Title: <strong>WRLD [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 02:21:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 28pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>IC</strong></span></div><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a3/RWBY_Game_Title_C8.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Play the hand of fate...</strong></em></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>OOC</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214802.0)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;<del>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </del><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1: Bach</strong></span><br><br>The kingdom of Legacy faces a time of turmoil. After the failed assassination attempt on the young queen, Celestia Ryse, by a group of faunis extremists, tension between the human and faunus populations grows rapidly with each passing day, likely nearing its breaking point soon. Meanwhile the Grimm remain an ever constant threat to everyone. Bach, a small fisherman's village located along the shoreline in the far North-Western corner of the kingdom, has come under seige of the foul creatures, who seem more violent and dangerous than ever before. Several villagers are killed and the rest driven from their homes. The initial response team of Hunters and Huntresses has found themselves beaten back badly. Now, a new team, team WRLD (world), is sent in for this anniliation mission...<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img]CHARACTER IMAGE HERE[/img][/floatleft]<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; [font=arial][size=20pt][b]NAME HERE[/b][/size][/font]<br><br>[hr]<br><br>[table]<br>[tr]<br>[td]&nbsp; &nbsp; [/td]<br>[td]<br>TEXT HERE<br>[/td]<br>[/tr]<br>[/table]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRLD [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 02:21:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Leasick_Avatar1.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Leasick Valshanner</strong></span></span><br><br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Rugged terrain passed by rapidly far below them, below the Bullhead that carried them as passengers, with only wildlands as far as the eye could see. Their destination was Bach, a small fisherman's village only reachable by air or water. Grimm were always a problem for small, remote places in the far corners of the kingdom, but this had become a situation that was beyond the usual. The beasts that had overrun the town were more powerful and vicious than the locals had previously witnessed. They had driven the people from their homes, killing several in the process. Even the initial response team had been beaten badly.<br><br>Leasick felt a pang of concern in his heart and mind. It was not that he feared a lack of competence from his team, but rather that this seemed so highly unusual. The extremely powerful among the Grimm generally kept themselves from attacking towns and cities within the borders of the kingdom. They had lived long enough to know that, even if they killed just one citizen, it would draw more to exact retaliation. Those Grimm were biding their time, waiting for that moment of weakness that might one day come...<br><br>No, it couldn't be... could it? Did they perhaps sense the unrest within the kingdom, the possible civil war that could break out between humans and faunus, diving a kingdom? Did these soulless monsters really have such deep perception on their matters? It almost seemed like something out of a novel; surreal and horrifying.<br><br>The leader of team WRLD was shook from his musings by the flying craft's pilot, who informed them that they would reach the landing zone, a clearing about a mile outside Bach, in about five minutes. Nodding, Leasick turned his attention to the rest of his team. The sole faunus of their group, Warren Phrynosoma, sat beside him, strapped as securely in his seat as the rest of them. The long-haired man with devil-like horns growing out of his head had always been a bit queasy when it came to flying, so his calm composure looked a bit rustled after the two hour flight. At least it wasn't bad enough for him to require a barf bag...<br><br>Opposite of them, strapped into the seats lining the other side of the aerial vehicle, were the two female members of the team, Reyna Sinclaire and Dynah Celeste Westbridge-La Marchette. The former was a dark-skinned woman with light hair that originally hailed from a village much like the one they were en-route to. He faintly wondered how she felt about this mission. Dynah, on the other hand, was almost royalty. Born to an earl and a countess, she was a child of privilege, similar to himself.<br><br>...Well, somewhat similar, at least. Leasick's life changed drastically after his semblance took form at a young age, costing him half and arm in the process. After that, he had to give up his role as first heir to the presidential seat of the Valshanner company and went to live with his uncle, who was an experienced Hunter. His uncle trained him for months, teaching the young boy he had been then how to control his powerful and dangerous semblance. Deciding to put that which had taken nearly everything from him, Leasick decided to become a Hunter.<br><br><strong>"Alright, we're nearly there,"</strong> he said to his teammates. <strong>"We'll approach the town from the east. According to the report of the previous team, there should be a hill there that'll give use a decent view over the town. Let us check things out from a distance before we move in."</strong><br><br>Not long after the pilot gave them the heads up that they were almost there. Undoing the safety belts, Leasick got out of his seat and strapped on his gear; sheathing his sword and setting his high tech prosthetic arm to battle mode, the fingertips sharpening into pointy, razor-sharp claws. The rear hatch of the plane opened slowly as they approached. The Bullhead hovered roughly thirty feet off the ground. Nodding to his friends, the leader leaped out first, without fear or hesitation.<br><br>Falling rapidly head first towards the ground, he didn't even blink as he activated his <em>Semblance of Gravity Control</em>, creating a black sphere that hung in mid-air. The gravitational pull of the field immediately brought the falling speed of the team to a snail's pace. Flipping his body one-eighty, he landed nearly soundlessly on his feet, as if he'd just stepped out of a car instead of jumping out of a plane fifty feet in the air. Cancelling the semblance, he waved up at the Bullhead, signalling that they had landed safely. As it made its departure he once again turned to his team.<br><br><strong>"Time to get to work."</strong><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRLD [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 01:26:20</strong>
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				<hr> <div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/DynahAvatar1_zps5b3d8abd.png)</div>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Dynah Celeste Westbridge-LaMarchette </strong></span></span><br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Like Leasick, Dynah was focused on the ground below. And like him, she thought back to why she became a hunter. But the answer was easy - it was one of the few things that couldn't simply be handed to her. She had to earn it. And for that she prized it. Even if she did have to work with the more common sort of people, it was worth it. Well she was supposed to think so. At any rate, her life was depending on these people now, so she knew she should think so.<br><br>The squad leader's words brought Dynah out from her reverie. She looked up, and there Leasick was, jumping out of the airship. "Gods," the noblewoman grumbled as she rose and followed suit, "you really do have too much of a flair for the dramatic." Still, she rose, and her hand reflexively went to the rapier by her side. It didn't seem like much, especially by Legacy standards, but then again, looks could be deceiving. <br><br>As was the case here. Leasick's anti-gravity field ensured that Dynah glided down like a feather, graceful in her descent. Once down, she softly turned to the leader and asked,"So - exactly where do we go from here?"<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRLD [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Divine Tenacity</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 12:08:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/R_Avatar1.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Reyna Sinclaire</strong></span></span><br><br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Reyna sat quietly in one corner, nose thoroughly stooped into the latest book she was reading. Though the cover read 'The Urban Legends of Vale' it&nbsp; was not exactly what she was reading. Ever since the last embarrassing fiasco, Reyna had learned to cover her tawdry romance novels with another cover, in order to avoid her team mates teasing. What did they know about romance? Granted romance was quite the loose word for a Viking man or Vale noble of old taking a woman for his wife just because he found her physically appealing.<br><br>Now those were some real men, their romance ran to the direct. <br><br>Leasick snapped her out of her reverie, much to her chagrin. Reyna had just gotten to the good part. Instead of making a fuss about it, she only huffed and buried the book back into her pack. Her hand wrapped around Silent Screamer a moment later, clutching its haft occasionally as she listened. The town they were stopping in was much like the one she was born in, or so she had heard. Seen one fisher village, you've seen them all. Reyna wasn't exactly enthused about the haunting memories just being in this place could stir. <br><br>Snapping out of her revere, she followed behind her team mates as they jumped from the Bullhead. Leasick controlled their landing, slowing their ascent enough for them to land neatly. Reyna twirled the pole arm and strapped it to her back upon landing. Her nose instantly smelled the sea coming a little from the left. Her finger went up in the direction of the salty, fishy odor for Dynah's sake. <strong>"There, it smells like the ocean the most from there."</strong><br><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRLD [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 11:44:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/W_Avatar1.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Warren Phrynosoma</strong></span></span><br><br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Warren was not a person a who enjoyed flying a whole lot, but he had never known this before leaving his hometown for the first time. Riding the airship, along with dozens of other first year students, to the Sign Academy to begin his combat training, he had gotten quite... <em>uneasy</em>. To this day he still hoped that his half digested breakfast had not landed on top of some unfortunate by-passer's head far below.<br><br>Fortunately these days he could at least keep his meals inside while riding an aerial vehicle. The sense of unrest still remained though. Perhaps it was his heritage as a horned lizard faunus? If it had not been for the fact that this was a high priority mission, he'd have attempted to persuade his teammates to take transportation by land or sea for sure.<br><br>Once the team had safely landed, with a little help of their leader's gravity manipulation semblance, they gathered to discus their next course of action. The tanned Reyna pointed in a direction while claiming the salty scent of the ocean came strongest from there. Warren's tongue flicked out of his mouth for the briefest of moments, like in the blink of an eye.<br><br><strong>"She's right. It scent of the sea comes strongest from there."</strong> While his nose wasn't any more sensitive than that of a regular human, Warren's horned lizard faunus allowed him to "smell" much more accurately with his tongue. This made him a strong tracker. Flicking his tongue once more, he could pick up some more scents. <strong>"There's also... smoke and ash. The state of the town might be worse than we thought."</strong><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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