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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 6:53 pm
Quote: Everybody is a Hunter Weapon! Except Weapons/Familiars, of course. They're the Hunters. Describe your character as a weapon, what species they would be (if they were a Hunter previously, they can be any faction, demon, monster, horsemen, etc.), what kind of weapon they are now. If they normally have a Weapon/Familiar, that character is now the Hunter! If they didn't, make a Hunter that would fit them up. What relationship do they have with their bonded? What is their Hunter like? Are their friend circles (and Division) the same, or different?
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 8:35 pm
Why are we up so early? We could go back to bed. Nobody would care, and we could get another couple of hours of sleep. Wouldn't that be nice?
You are a terrible influence, Ross said severely, and continued eating his breakfast.
One of us has to be, Jordan purred, suppressed laughter clear in his voice. You're too well-behaved. It's my job to get you to loosen up. Well, one of my jobs, the demon amended.
Ross put his fork down long enough to pick up the blue-jeweled pendant that hung around his neck and hold it up to give it a faintly disapproving look. "You are a terrible influence," he repeated, although his tone of voice was more affectionate than angry.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 4:00 am
Gordana woke up whenever the hell she wanted to wake up, which was usually the mid-afternoon. So it was that day. She ignored her weapons protests about the late hour the way she always had. He was a prissy ******** and really liked to nitpick absolutely everything. He was always trying to get her to cheat people and steal things when none of that was who she really was.
Besides, he was a horrible demon thing, all pride and weirdness and she didn't trust him at all. She'd been hoping she got a cool sword or something badass but instead he was a horrible slender golden whip which when she used it, wanted to make its way around people's necks. She didn't like it.
Idle, he was a really gaudy golden watch around her left wrist that looked really expensive but which she couldn't ever pawn. It was the worst.
Gordana herself was anything but feminine, stocky and tough with a belly and small boobs and broad shoulders, her mousy hair tied back out of her face. She wore mostly athletic clothes and preferred working out to anything else and that morning in the cafeteria ate her weetabix as if she had a grudge with them.
<> he weapon suggested and she audibly grumbled aloud.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 4:15 am
Adolph - though his friends absolutely called him Larsen rather than his given name - had already had his breakfast a long time ago and was out for a jog. He took care of himself, not out of vanity but because that was how you stayed alive. A moon hunter, he worked hard to keep his friends well. He didn't have enemies, at least no one he personally considered an enemy, things were too difficult on the island to hold grudges and everyone to a man deserved care and concern regardless of what their personality was like.
He had stopped by the infirmary to see if anyone wanted anything fetched from their dorms before heading to the training fields.
His weapon was a bit of a problem, he'd always had trouble getting to know them since day one, and though he bonded well with everyone else, the slightly sullen and false voice in his head did not respond well to what he thought were genuine overtures of friendship. His weapon told him he was a dragon, a lindwurm and that he wanted everyone to like him. His actions didn't reflect that though and he seemed to fluctuate bafflingly between saccharine positivity and a distant sort of sarcasm.
<>
When summoned he was an enormous and threatening looking sword, twisted with scales, feathers and wings, but when desummoned was (completely bafflingly) a ring with a signet of a bird on it.
He just didn't understand his weapon and for Larsen, this was something he'd never, ever had to deal with.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 10:05 am
Puffing behind Adolph was Jord, the younger Larsen. She had thick glasses and a long, tightly woven blonde braid that usually went down to her ankles, but was curled up into a bun for the run.
Running wasn't her favorite (she had much shorter legs and a difficult time keeping up) , but her brother was her favorite, so here she was. It was...hard to be cute when you were sweaty, but otherwise Adolph would be spending the whole morning by himself! And she'd probably be...sleeping, and eating a huge breakfast...she thought really fondly of her warm, fuzzy covers. She was making the best of the situation by wearing pink shorts and a shirt that said COME SEE THE ZOO, with a lot of happy animals on it. Even though it was winter, it never really got cold on the island, and today it was a balmy 21C.
She still hadn't made it the whole run, but she was getting better! Morning by really painful, hot, feeling like throwing up morning.
They weren't even all that far in when as usual Jord slowed, her glasses foggy, and keeled over, trying to catch her breath. She was completely soaked, and the animals on her shirt were looking sad and droopy.
"You can do it, Jord!" Her weapon encouraged. Malkam was a young, handsome knight who was maybe a little dead, but other than that was her shining and perfect rescuer. "We got to the second bench marker last time, just a little further."
"I'm, I'm coming!" She called, righting herself to jog again, but every step felt like torture.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 6:29 pm
Sven sat dourly over a plain bowl of oatmeal in the cafeteria, rigid and serious as always.
His weapon always gave him the feeling of being over his shoulder. The weapon talked in a gentle, whispering voice, smooth stone moving over smooth stone. His weapon was not an angel, just made in the image of one. A stone guardian of some twisted cemetery.
He manifested as a heavy, ornate, silver hammer, like a weighty cross.
Sven had not been formally laicized when he came to the island. He still had, therefore, his Holy Orders, and was able to perform various rites. Some part of him felt, however, that he had sold his soul. It hadn't been in the paperwork, but very few of the administration believed in souls. He thought, perhaps, he'd been needed...
His parish had suffered one disaster after another, and he couldn't help but feel responsible, somehow. Funding had dwindled to nothing, attendance was low, but they had still limped forward, scrapping together what they could and praying for an intervention. Instead, their church had been destroyed by a demon in the shape of a horse. The entire building, up in flames.
He should have stayed with the community. Could have rebuilt...but there was no recovering. He had been the only living witness. And when he agreed to come here, it took away even that. His name had been listed along with the casualties.
Still worried about that? Came the quiet voice of his weapon. Mentally, it felt as if two cool hands slid around his shoulders.
It was...Unnatural.
Supernatural, Rodniel suggested sadly.
Sven took another stiff spoonful of oats.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 12:43 pm
<Z, I told you you're gonna have a headache today >_<; >Sipping a mug of coffee at Cafeteria, Zai Tai the young Sun hunter had a nasty headache from a hangover. Yet, his weapon, who seemed to be a young witch, chirpped annoyingly in his mind. She blamed him for not listening to her advice yesterday as he loved drinking. Hearing her tone, he could easily perceive she had puffed her cheeks and pouted in disapproval.
Call me Master, silly, he grumbled in return. She giggled and teased him for having a maid fetish and promised she'd dressed like a cute maid if he put her in a golem. Even now, Zai Tai didn't have a clue why a western being would be a Chinese Guandao.
<Maybe it's your influence? O3O> The cuff bracelet at his wrist gleamed in response when she sensed the gaze.
As a grumpy asian, he didn't really know how to tackle girls but Shu was unusual, she was extremely enthusiastic, curious and cheerful. More important, she never give up. When he knew he'd get a partner, he wished for a sexy beautiful thing with a nice body as like a mermaid or succubus. How unlucky he is.
Seemed to read his mind, the witch huffed and clarified she had a B at least. Shut up, washing board. <Let me remind you you've duty at 10 :T>
The Sun hunter knocked his mug against the table, she had talked too much, he had to stop her. However, the dumb girl continued to bother him, asking when he would put her in a golem so that she could make some cakes. Silly questions like if weapons can make friends with each other or whether she could possibly have a romance followed.
His morning was as bad as usual. Nevertheless, he didn't hate her, with her, he seldom feel alone and she sometimes gave useful advice.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 6:56 pm
The young Sun looked grumpy, and his face had the slightly distracted look that Ross associated with someone talking to their weapon. The tall, broad-shouldered Moon leaned over the table a little and asked, "Your weapon is noisy?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 11:20 pm
Zai Tai took a quick glance at the Moon hunter, still had his brow knitted together. "Yup, I wish I could turn her off sometimes, like clapping monkey, you know? Usually I can withstand that, but not when I've a ******** headache." Heard about how her partner compared her with that toy, Shu was upset. < I can't believe you say I look like that monkey, that's unfair! You're so mean!> She continued to grumble and claimed that she was an adorable witch, looking much better than a crazy monkey. < Besides, it's your fault, alcoholic!> She fought back and made a face at Zai Tai.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2016 5:21 pm
"My partner is noisy too," Ross said. He paused a moment, as if listening. "He says it is difficult to turn him off." A small shrug. "That sounds true. You have a headache? Do you want some aspirin?" He reached for the shoulder bag that sat beside him on the floor.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:39 am
"Nah, just a hangover, I could handle this." Opposite to his words, he didn't refuse the offer of aspirin. The Sun hunter's frown got harder hearing it's nearly impossible for the voice in his mind shut up. He twitched his mouth and comforted himself, "Well, at least we could understand what they're thinking, that saves time for guessing in critical situations." He paused to take a glance at the man, envisioned what type of weapon the big man could wield. Knowing his situation, the witch rarely stopped speaking or she was curious about that hunter approached them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 9:17 pm
Ross set two small white pills on the table for Zai Tai, nodding. "Hangovers are not fun," he commiserated, even though he didn't often have that problem, not being one to do much drinking. There had been a few times in high school, but he'd never found the feeling of being drunk very pleasant, even aside the problem of being big enough to make getting drunk a bit more difficult. "It does," he agreed. "But sometimes it is harder to sleep, when they are noisy." Hey! That's hardly fair.You did keep me up the other night, you know, Ross said. That was a very important discussion that we needed to have, Jordan huffed, pretending to be offended. I am sure the subject of my love life could have waited for morning.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 2:54 am
Zai Tai stared at the tiny pills, seized them and swallowed. Followed by the movement of larynx was an unobvious freeze on his face. The young Sun carefully controlled his facial muscles that he won't sell himself out. He gave the hunter a detailed gaze, to make sure he wasn't making fun of him before saying anything. "Yup."
If he had choice, he'd rather spend a night with a lovely lady than get drunk to kill time and relax. Well. You're a maiden forever honestly. He didn't how she picked up Asian culture that quick, they love to use numbers with similar sounds to replace words, and "5" resembled crying noises in their language.
Giving a grin at the sleep issue, he was glad that the witch was kind enough to be quiet at night. "She seems to rest at night, I had asked her and she couldn't give a firm answer. She just told me that it feels like a natural thing to do so."
Prolixity OMG Jordan XD Didn't forget this, but needs to think about Z more.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 8:37 pm
There was no mockery, only a slight tilt of Ross's head, surprised that the younger man would swallow the pills dry. His headache must be bad, Ross thought. Seems inconvenient, Jordan commented idly. Hangovers are quite inconvenient.I don't like them either. I have to endure your headaches when you have them, Jordan complained. "Jordan sleeps sometimes, but not always at night. Often when I am sleeping, but again, not always. He takes naps when he is bored." Ross nodded. "I am, apparently, sometimes boring."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 12:22 am
The pop-out of a new name off-guard caused him to visually frown in confusion, with the incessant ache beeping, his mind wasn't as quick as usual. "Who's Jordan? Your roommate?" A dumb question was out of his mouth, they were talking about their annoying weapon and suddenly topic had changed. Zai Tai wasn't sharing his room with anyone, one was enough to destroy his peaceful life, there did not another one. Skipping between topics was never a thing he's good at, the frown persisted made him look angry but actually he was simply puzzled.
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