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Banned for being in a Blue Box.

Np, and thank you.

...Banned for joining later than I did.

Banned for your awesome sig.

Banned because I'm bored.

Seryk arrived at the academy on foot, his bag slung over his shoulder. He looked around, watching other students arrive and voyaging towards the great doors. The academy was particularly interesting to Seryk, due to its grandeur, as well as its awe-inspiring presence. He also took note that it was divided into two. Seryk shrugged. Most of the students appeared to have family or a mode of transportation. He ignored the emptiness in his chest, the icy-cold despair threatening to devour him. Despite being an angel of light, he had the personality of a dark angel. Cold and spiteful. He didn't know what happened to his parents and didn't care if they abandoned him or not. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. With another shrug, Seryk Thorne approached the doors with graceful steps, averting his gaze from those around him.

Name: Seryk Thorne
Age: 18
Appearance:

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Side: Light
Powers: Plants

Name: Maverick "Mav" Escarlata
Age: 18
Appearance:

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Side: Dark
Powers: Blood

Go ahead and post a character. Once I accept the CS, you can post.

Hey, mate. I'm waiting for a response from you in the Scarlet Carnival.

Quadrupal post!

I need more posts! Also, I just got a job, so I won't be on as much as I used to be. Ten hours a day, four days a week. I'll be on Friday through Sunday. On the days I work, I'll most likely be on for a couple hours, at best.

Nevertheless, Rienzel, Twilight, Midnight, and whoever else... too tired to look for the rest of you... you all need to post. I'll let you know when I have my post fully updated, too. So... yeah.

Alright. The post's up, but it's slightly unfinished. Well, for my part, anyway. I hope you all enjoy the new character introductions and the combat sequences. It's hard to keep up with, but hopefully this'll get easier when I'm more wide awake.

Oh, and the dude with the teddy bear... I like him. He's one of my favorite characters. He ended up dying in a previous RP I was in... poor dude. You'd think his ability would've kept him from dying.

Edit: Sorry for the delay, by the way. I've been busy. And tired...

(Ken & Malyce)

Ken was snoozing comfortably against a tree, drool running down his chin. The man was quite muscular, wearing a sleeveless light blue keikogi, double weaved, with a white obi and wrist-and-ankle bands of the same shade. The thorn bracelet wrapped itself neatly below the right wristband. Ken Halcyon was a generally tall man, ranging at about five-foot-ten in height, and his body seemed to lack fat as it was replaced mostly by muscle. Not to say he was too muscular, but rather neatly honed to a man of his stature and talent. His brown hair spiked up on ends, while long six-inch bangs frame his face. His side-burns brushed the top of his shoulders, while a long rattail reached down to his tail-bone. He was barefoot and had no possessions on him, save for a gourd of sake wrapped in his obi and a spear that rested at his side.The fair skinned man snoozed away, unaware of the apparent danger. The large howling that popped up from every direction did nothing to rouse him from slumber; not even the earthquakes stirred him! However, it was apparent that he did some traveling... though he was only four yards away from the pod. The man mumbled in his sleep, turning to the side. Unexpectedly, a large, scythe-like appendage ripped right down where the bulk of Ken's body used to be... as in, before he turned to his side and slept some more.

The creature that attacked Ken Halcyon was an amorphous thing covered in shape-shifting tendrils, its color much like oil in sunlight: a dark, sickly rainbow in a sheet of obsidian. The thing made no sound, though it towered to be four stories. All over its gelatinous form, boils would appear and pop like hot tar. With flagellum whipping to-and-fro, it relinquished its prior assault for a new one. Thirty solidified tentacles struck forward like rushing spears, seeking to impale the target.

Before the thick tendrils could pierce the first layer of skin, less than inches away from bare flesh, the tendrils broke apart and fell away; becoming a black, oily gas. If the unshapely titan had eyes, it would stare hard and cold at its attacker. No more than thirty feet away was a small, slender woman with pink hair pulled into a braid, with a fringe brushing her thin brows above her large, almond-shaped eyes of rich amber. She was tan-skinned and shapely, appearing both young and beautiful. She wore traditional martial arts clothing: an embroidered vestment of red-gold silk, cotton leggings, red slippers, wristbands, anklebands, and a rosary. Strapped to her back were twin hooked swords.

Despite her exotic beauty, of both appearance and weaponry, the young woman wore an expression of boredom and irritation. Her pupils contracted, becoming cat-like slivers. "Get out of my way," she began, her voice cool and distant. "Or you'll be a part of my favorite snack, you ten-year old, extremely moldy midday additive!" Despite not being intelligent, it was apparent the thing had some feeling and attacked her at a rapid rate. Despite having a thorn bracelet on her right wrist, the beauty was quite agile and acrobatic, dodging every strike and even gaining a grip on a solidified appendage. Spinning around it and flipping atop the thing, she ran up its temporary limb and towards its bulk. Though she seemed hot-tempered, the young woman had a keen-sense of observation. Her eyes glowed gently, noting a much darker mass in its amorphous body. The body even pulsed beneath her feet, practically guiding her to its source. In a desperate attempt to survive before she could touch its gelatinous bulk, the creature turned its entire body into solidified spikes. However, the young woman had taken a good note of its defense mechanisms as she gave into her sixth sense. She leaped high into the air and flipped backwards, landing on hand-and-knee at the tip of its horizontal spike, narrowly missing every other spike.

So... its pulse reverses towards it source, like sucking in air, and starts solidifying its otherwise gelatinous bulk... she thought, staring at it hard. It appears to be blind and numb while in a solidified state, but maintains the ability to hear through the vibrations I send when I'm touching it. Like when someone is trying to listen by using the ground. Which means... it's entire bulk isn't solid, but rather a thick layer. Otherwise, it would end up killing itself. Nevertheless, she sighed in angst as she realized she couldn't stop her own blood from racing; no more than could she stop the oceans of the worlds. Stomping her feet, she sat there at the spike's edge, glaring at the thing. "Well fine, then!" She shouted. "I'll just wait until you run out of air, you stupid thing!"

After a moment, she felt the thing shudder, and eventually it shuddered to the point she was about to fall off. "H-hey! Stop doing that!" She snapped, holding on to the thing's solid appendage with dear life. When the thing didn't reply, she was about to taunt it a second time, but the sound of shattered clay stopped her. She looked down, to see the man she had (inadvertently) saved. "Hey! Who are you?" She growled, obviously upset.

Ken Halcyon kept punching the bulk of the creature, breaking away layer after layer of its solid body. The girl had noted beads of sweat pouring down the man's face, making her consider how he was strong enough to break the creature's shell. A master martial artist? He sure does look strong enough, but why is he sweating? Is he also a competitor of the Scarlet Carnival? She mused, a gleam of interest in her eyes. Ken, on the otherhand, ignored her as he focused on shattering the creature's defenses. His right hand hung back, as it appeared to be a heavy jab... perhaps even a haymaker...

"Fujin!" He shouted. There was much strain as he absorbed the energy necessary to enact the blow. His veins were exposed under the flesh, blood pulsing faster beneath it all. Sweat covered his entire body, and his legs began to shake. Nevertheless, lightning and wind spiraled around his fist, and then his arm... but it was languid, as if it were aroused from sleep simply to swat a fly. As the blow landed, the shell shattered below whilst cracking the rest of it. Strangely, the creature let out a sound. To the young woman, who at first marveled at the man's will power to even conjure up much magical strength, then was quickly startled by the creature she was fighting. It made a sound.

"Lass!" Ken shouted, his accent strong now that he wasn't yelling or shouting in concentrated anger or meditative focus, which required precise wording in order for the mystical arts to work. "D'ya mind gettin' down from thar? It won't do you any good to be fallin' from such a spiny thing. Especially if you want to live to see another sunrise."It took the woman a moment to understand the man, who spoke so fast and eccentrically that all she heard was the word "lass". His accent, nevertheless, made her want to laugh. It was so silly sounding that she could imagine him being a little man with red hair and a beard, wearing a little green clothes along with a green hat, hoarding a pot of gold inside a tree or somesuch. Nevertheless, she ignored the childish impulse and leaped from the thing, flipping twice and landing into a roll which she immediately arose from. The large thing began to crack all over, tipping over and falling with earth-shattering force. As it landed, the earth beneath their feet shuddered. The girl, not fully recovered, fell onto her bum. As the momentary tremor was over, she looked towards the strange martial artist.

"Who the Hell do you think you are?" She snapped, glaring at the man. The man looked at her confused, rubbing his chin in contemplation.

"Why, I'm Ken. Ken Halcyon of the Storms," he told her, smiling. It was evident that her irritation was non-existent to him. "And who're you, lass?"

The girl was about to bite his head off (again), before she noticed his right hand and his right wristband. It was covered in blood. He must have pushed himself too far... the bracelets constrict the amount of power you are allowed to use, and if you want to use more, it'll dig into your flesh and emit an electric shock that should paralyze the wearer and, or, nullify the spell or technique; this does not affect natural strength and speed... but it does weaken magical properties. So how was it he was able to sneak in extra power? She thought, intrigued by the man. Perhaps it was his mental discipline, or perhaps he was too much of a moron to even give up when there's pain. Or perhaps it was both? The man was beginning to intrigue the girl.

"Malyce," she muttered. "My name is Malyce..."

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[Sess & Monk]

(Will write this later)

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[Raven, Kratos, Beucefilous, & Keel]

Despite Kratos's analysis, the creature proved to be far more faster. It wasn't because that he was wrong, but it was because the being overestimated its ability as a mortal. Seeing the Being as a larger threat, a ghastly light surrounded it as kicked the god-turned-mortal with its hind leg. The kick was fast for a creature so big, and it had a strong static charge at its base. If the being was able to keep note, the creature had also subtly shifted its position to land the strong kick.

However, due to earlier error in its bestial judgment, and because it was so large, it didn't see Beuce cartwheel under it. Beuce would manage a few good cuts before the reptilian-centaur would lift itself on its hindlegs and pound down with its front legs, creating an earth-shattering quake. To Beuce's cunning, the creature was in pain; but, at a fault, the creature was now enraged. It spat again a stream of acid towards Keel, while Beuce was still behind the centaur, Kratos landing against a nearby tree, Raven nowhere to be seen, and the earth still shuddering from its previous slam.

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[Kurou & Senri]

The monster appeared behind Kurou and Senri, creeping upon them as silently as its large body would allow it. The two were upon its cage, the strongest source of the creature's stench. They would find, inside the large kennel that was erected from the ground, was a pile of organic refuse with piles of bones and shedded skin and fur. The monster applied a slight squeeze to the trees around them and the kennel, causing them to break and fall down, the creature cloaked in shadows as it was far away from the collapsing point.

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[Lone]

The man stood atop the tip of a tree, staring onward towards the pyramid. Lone was approximately five-foot-seven-inches, with long black hair with a green tint. He wore a rib-long leather jacket, with no shirt beneath, the left sleeve gone as a metallic arm revealed itself. Lone's right arm, however, was covered with a sleeve, though the thorn-bracelet dug into his skin. At his right hip was a katana whose blade was slightly longer than normal. He was, however, a man with fair skin, a gaunt face with amber eyes that appeared nearly wolf-like. His cheekbones were high and he had a slight salt-and-pepper stubble, despite his young appearance. His body was finely toned, his muscular structure slightly above normal but not too large; still small enough to be considered slender (borderline fit (nearly extra-fit)). He even had a hawk-like nose.

Around his neck was a silver chain necklace with a crucifix with a ruby embedded in its center. At his left hip was a patched-up teddy bear upon a similar silver chain at his belt loop. He clutched it with his silver hand, though knowing he couldn't actually "feel" it. Despite knowing his power wouldn't work successfully in this accursed place, he leaped down from the tree, venturing towards the large pyramid...

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[Noah]

(Story development; will write later)

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[Aeryl]

Aeryl was the first to appear at the arena. Or, at the very least, the massive gate of the massive walls. In front of this gate, which was less of a gate as it was a giant solid door made of brass-like metal, was a tall knight in pure black armor. The armor itself wasn't so much medieval as it was technologically advanced; the aesthetics were far more advanced than those of Kratos's own godly world, not mention far more practical. The armor appeared to be made of light, yet sturdy, metals; coated in obsidian to give it a ghastly sheen. It was tight upon the body, mimicking the structure of humanoid muscles and veins; like a design made by Michaelangelo, the Earth artist whose fame and beauty lasted through the many ages of its existence. In between the joints were quasi-chainmail with spandex-insulated leather, allowing for comfort and easy movement with the security of defense. The helm, however, was a different story. It took on a Nordic-Saxon design, combining the decorative horns (though instead of a bull or antelope or any other large mammalian creature, it took the horns of a ram) with the Saxony helm, with a lower face guard. Surprisingly, the visor mimicked a Venetian mask design with two almond-shaped holes. The holes, at first, appeared to be covered by a black lens... until green flames came to life.

This knight stood a good eight-feet, with broad muscles. The armor, at first appearing normal like military-grade life-support armor, began to twist and contort itself. The knight before Aeryl began to take on a more emaciated form, the armor emphasizing skeletal structure (at first appearing human-like, to more angelic-like). Swirls of visible rot appeared, from sickly green to faded violet, shifting to and fro like the Chaos of the omniverse. Dark grey bones became more vivid in the armor's midnight pitch, which darkened impossibly. From the leather collar, which extended from the breastplate and into the helm's opening, appeared a cloud of dark orchid. It was like a velvet cloud, midnight swirls in a blanket of beautiful purple, and it hung around the Knight's neck like a scarf. In fact, it solidified into precisely that, but as it did, the folds of the magical cloth became more cape-like.

Beneath its palms, which were extended and crossed, was a massive greatsword whose blade was as broad as muscle-builders shoulders. The blade also appeared serrated, dipped in the blackest void, and covered in ancient, alien runes. From both the weapon and the knight, wisps of darkness, so foul and dark it was that it would fell even a demi-god, poured out languidly. Those tendrils danced in lethargy, unwanting yet forced.

Despite the knight's immense size, height and width, it spoke with a silent whisper. But true to its owner, the whisper was dark and bloodcurdling. It sounded hungry. "Riddles three, you must answer, and three you must obey. Thrice may I ask, and no more. Fail in this endeavor and your soul will be mine to take..."

Aeryl, a five-foot-six youth with stark, rosy-red hair stared at the creature with his large almond-colored eyes. Aeryl didn't look like much. His skin was fair, his clothing could pass as a high school student in some Asian country; it was dominantly green, and he appeared somewhat handsome, despite his long hair. He was slim and appeared weaponless. The thorn bracelet on his left wrist didn't seem to dig in as deeply as the others who still travel the jungle. "Three questions? Riddles?" He asked, his voice having a gentle tenure.

"My song brings about the pitch of night, forevermore the rest of mortal men. Ugly and foul is my breath, I bring upon the veil of rot and misery. What am I?" The knight asked, its whisper hollow and devoid of any sort of sentience. It made Aeryl shiver, and he thought long and hard to an answer. While he waited, the knight asked again. Time was running out. If he did not answer the question after the third time, he would surely die.

That thought brought to him a series of ideas, but he noted one in particular. It was a bird, whose feathers were as black as midnight. It feasted upon the dead, and many feared its song. In folklore, this bird was the personification of death, and many mortals feared it out of superstition and folklore. "You are a raven, for your lullaby is a forlorn tune of eternal sleep; therein lies our misery." Aeryl said at last, pride in his voice. His tone became cocky. "Next riddle."

"The hour draws near, for I slither along like fear. Drowning in pools of blood, the bodies of mortals float along my eternal flood. When you next wake, your soul I shall take... what am I?"

This riddle was far too complex for Aeryl, and he took his time. In a span of thirty seconds, the knight asked once more, which was thirty seconds less than last time. He thought harder. The third time the knight asked, and Aeryl shuddered. "Hades?" Aeryl asked. The knight remained silent and Aeryl shuddered in fear...

"Two riddles of mine have you answered, and thus you must answer once more. In the beginning, I am nothing. In the end, I am nothing. In between, I am everything. What am I?" The knight asked, its voice never fluctuating. It remained a snake-like whisper, though hollow and apathetic.

Aeryl sighed with relief and began to think again. After fifteen seconds, the youth heard the riddle reiterated. Another fifteen after that. Aeryl smiled at the next fourteenth second and answered. "Time?" He asked. To Aeryl, it was simple. All these questions focused on Death. If Ravens were the personification of death and Hades was the curse after death, then Time was obviously the cause of death. It was either that or history... but history in itself was history in the beginning, middle, and end. Humanity, in the middle of their lives, valued time above all else. For, in this nihilistic omniverse, time was all that mattered to any mortal.

The knight began to turn to dust, fading away as the gate opened. In the air, a whisper could be heard. Though you have proved victorious this day, the next we meet you shall be mine to eat... bones and all...

*le sigh* Could you make extremely minor teams? Despite being an Okay-Writer, I cannot, for the life of me, make extremely minor characters. Even...

*nudge* *cough*PM*cough* Oh... howdy? '>.>

Oh no! I may not have known you long, Marushi, but it saddens me greatly to lose an RPer of your talent :(

What will I ever do now that you won't be in Sigma anymore?

Ah well, I understand your decision and I hope life is good to you. (It's really hard to say this without laughing sardonically, you know! Which means I'm trying very, very, very hard to be sincere). Good luck with your goals and stuff, and hopefully you'll be back in a year. Maybe forever? '>.>

Nevertheless, I hope to see you again soon.

Au revoir ;.;

Phew... sorry for not updating, folks. I'll get around to it, but at the moment, I am working out some kinks for the tournament, such as the bracket. I'm also trying to unwind my brain so I can respond properly to your all's posts. Above all, I think the bracket is too large... though making it too small may put a damper on the length of story. But, I may have a solution to that after a good night's rest. But first, I owe you all an update... so, I'll get right on that. (For those of you in SIGMA, I'll update Sunday afternoon/night).

Alright. Please, take your time. I don't want you to feel rushed or anything.

lol, you seem pleased by that. I thought it would be easier to call you Rapid rather than RI (which seems too weird) or Ignis... I mean... really... why be so formal? So, Rapid seems appropriate :P

Anywho, I did send her a VM. If worst comes to worse, I'll PM her tomorrow night if I don't get a response from her.

As for myself... I'm behind in some RPs... ah well, I'll worry about it later.

After Twilight posts, I'll write up an update... an amusing one, at that... so... yeah...

Oi! I need a post from you in the Scarlet Carnival. Also, I know I owe you a post... and a CS... but I'm currently busy with other things. So,...