Lately I haven't had much motivation to write. Wanting to do a mock fight to maybe get the creative oil flowing through my brain again, and get the gears rolling. 1v1 with Akame in a graveyard at midnight anyone?

Life is a lot like a lottery, but Stuart Gillman-Street was never sure whether he was a winner or not. Whether the former or the latter were true, it was clear Stu had an eventful life, but never had one great event led onto so many others before, and it was unlikely it would happen again. For life isn't the only thing like a lottery- the Fegensulan National Lottery was a lot like a lottery too. In fact, you could say it is exactly like one. Because it is one.

It was the early summer of 2018 when the news finally came to Stu and his girlfriend, Christine McDouglass, known by practically everyone as simply Tina, that they had won the Lottery, winning a total sum of £200,000 (which may not sound like a great sum of money, but works out to be around £4.8 million in English money). One of the hidden perks of winning the lottery, Stu and Tina were quick to find, is that apart from the odd mention in a newspaper or maybe one news story if you win in the millions, nobody really cares that you win the lottery, so it's money sans social pressure from strangers. In fact, unless you waste all of your money on drugs and find yourself worse off than when you started, you may very well never appear in the public eye.

Within a month, Stu and Tina had negotiated a deal to give their four friends- Stanley Arinson, Lennon Nesmith, Julius Adrian Randall, and Paige Caulfield- a room in their new behemoth of a house, and in return the bills get paid. As soon as they received their money, the two immediately bought the house of their dreams, the six-room house of 27 Chapman Road, that sat at the end of a cobbled pathway on the corner of a rural suburb of similar houses. The street was in the south-west outskirts of the city of Aweriton, which was itself south of the county of Woldshire, which formed part of Fegensula's east border, and lay next to the capital, Larger Cynton.

After Stu and Tina's spending, on not only the house but also on a car- a 1906 Palin Rhapsody- and various items of furniture, they were left with a rather awkward figure of £22046/18/- left over to spend how they saw fit, the two decided to save it instead of squandering the rest. So, they invited their friends to live in their house so they didn’t have to spend all of their saving and, after that, go into debt.

***

Stuart waited at the entrance hall of 27 Chapman Road with his arm out, anticipating the placement of coats and the shaking of hands. While his girlfriend, would greet their friends outside the house, Stuart would greet them inside and took their suitcases. A muffled conversation could be heard from beyond the closed door. Stu began to slick back his spiked blue head of hair, but furrowed his brow and looked at his hand as if to say, "Who the hell am I trying to impress?". Shortly afterwards, the dark oak door swung open, and in stepped four people accompanied by a chatter and the trundling of four suitcases, and the exact four he was expecting.
"Hey, guys, how're ya doing? Welcome, come on inside. Can I take your- coats...?" Stu inquired, as he realised none of them were wearing coats. Stu supposed that made sense, seeing as it was 5 o'clock in the middle of July- he hoped no-one noticed as he attempted to keep a straight face. That was the thing about the Stu- he always meant well, and he had a brain the size of a small moon, but had zero common sense, and usually spoke before thinking.
"We'll be... fine." Paige had noticed. "Anyway, hey!"
"Hey." the others chorused.
"Alright. While I set up down here, your rooms are upstairs- I trust you to designate your own rooms. Well, most of you." Instantaneously, Len, Jules and Paige darted their eyes on Stan, who rolled his own eyes in return. As the four plodded up the stairs, Stu went to the orange-tinged outdoors to bring Tina inside. She, unlike Stu, was more thoughtful and calculated, although not above the somewhat childish antics of her friends.
"Things're going well so far." Stu said as he walked down the straight, cobbled entrance from the house.
"Uh-huh. Just one snag- how the hell are we all gonna get around?" she questioned.
"We've got the Rhapsody, and that's a six-seater."
"Yeah, but there's like a cubic foot of spare space, and it expels more steam than a sauna made for locomotives. Can't we get, like a van? Chris' Dealership is just a couple of miles away, and that has a Grozeuge in stock."
"Really?" Stu folded his arms and a condescending look grew on his face. "That pale lilac monstrosity? Could a van be any camper?"
"It was only a-" Tina suddenly interrupted herself. "Wait, what? Camper? Not a bad-"

Almost immediately thereafter, Stan and Paige ran past, with Stan flashing a credit card in his hand.
"Where in the hell are you two going? And is that my credit card?" Tina called out, as the two stopped in their tracks and swivelled around.
"Well, I came out to see what you two were doing and overheard a Camper purchase is in order, so I'm right off! And it's the house's card now." Stan smirked as he continued his dash to the car.
"And I'm following him, because otherwise he'll have bought Cuba by the time he comes back." The two clambered into the Rhapsody, while Paige inserted the key, and sped off, blaring music along the way. Stu and Tina both knew what Stan was like- when he has his heart dead-set on something, it is near impossible to sway him. You would have to practically stage an intervention- one’d think he had an addiction. Paige was thankfully more considerate and conscientious, not only in her decision making, but also in her attitude to others. While she was progressive and very much open minded, she did have a tendency to be a little too forward with her beliefs when she was being opposed. So, they let him go- after all, they were only about £80-90, and what was that compared to > £20,000?

The two walked back into the house to find what Jules and Len were doing, to find neither of them were downstairs. They headed up the wooden narrow stairs set to one side of the hall/living room, and saw the two had picked their respective rooms, and had begun laying their possessions. Len was carefully placing photos of himself, his family, and his friends on his counter, while Jules was in Len's room, helping out, neatly arranged bottles of deodorant and cologne sitting in his bedroom. Len was a sentimental character, who fell out of contact with his parents after he came out as being trans & gay, much to the dismay of his religious mother and father. Still, Len was a resilient character who was never one to give up, nor let things affect him for too long.
"You guys OK?" Stu asked.
"Yeah, thanks." Len replied, and began to point at the photo he had placed, depicting him with Stu, Tina, Stan, Jules and Paige, when he was eight. "Say, does that look like a scratch on the frame?"
"Not really." Stu turned to Jules who, upon closer inspection, wasn't exactly helping as much as he was looking around the room. "You alright, Jules?"
"Yeah, my man. I'm fine, always fine.” This wasn’t too surprising- Julius never seemed to let anything phase him, and always seemed calm, but still willing to play along with whatever the group was up to. Jules reached his hand out, presumably for a high-five, which Stu returned. Tina and he returned to their room, the only one fully decorated. It was looking out onto the garden, and the few houses further out from Aweriton- they were silhouetted by the orange glow of the evening sun that seemed to tint and heat up the flora beneath it.

The dusk light had turned to twilight when Stan and Paige returned with a baby blue Splitscreen T2, which came rolling down the gravel driveway, narrowly missing the large patch of grass bordering the woodland garden. And so, the evening began in Stu and Tina's comfortable living room in their Aweriton house, where the candlelight was just right, the hi-fi was in the background, and the wine was delicious. The two poured drinks and prepared bowls of all sorts, from cosmopolitans and prawns to rum and peanuts. The night progressed, but still the six showed little sign of slowing down- the bowls slowly went empty, drinks upon drinks were poured, and much television was watched. Eventually, as Friday night turned into Saturday, 27 Chapman Road was slowly but surely beginning to mellow as the six deemed it time to sleep at about 3am. When they eventually woke, at around eleven, breakfast was collectively decided against due to time. While the other residents showered, shaved, and- did other things- Stu took a walk into the small woodland area to further survey the garden. 

The sunlight shone in slits through the pines onto the shamrock grass that rocked and swayed in place. Stu smirked as he dawdled through the bright boscage, periodically stepping on the odd twig that fell from a tree, making a gentle cracking noise. The serenity of the sight and surroundings was only broken by a black slump on the ground, not close enough to tell what it is, but definitely close enough to tell it is there. Stu approached it cautiously, the ambitious shape morphing into possibility after possibility in his mind as he grew ever closer. Eventually, Stu could see it was a tall, pale, slender man, crumpled face down on the grass, with all manners of scabs, bruises, and injuries on his body, a rucksack on his shoulders, and what looked like bite marks on his scrag, a white patch in the figure of black. What in the hell happened? Most likely animals, he figured, although the fauna in Fegensula wasn't ever this aggressive. Stu nudged the man, but no response came. He tried again, this time harder. Nothing. He violently shook the man, beginning to panic.

Bleary-eyed, he came to.
“Mmh?” he murmured.
“Yo, are you okay?” Stu replied.
“Wh-where am I?”. The man spoke with a rather deep American accent, and Stu saw he looked rather young- younger than him, at least.
“Chapman Road, Aweriton.” The man suddenly woke up, wriggled out of position, and glared at Stuart like he was a serial killer.
“Who are you? Are you one of them? No, no, you’re not. You don’t have the-" the man shakily pointed at Stu's neck, as his became relieved, “no.”
“Sorry, one of who? What do I not have?”
“The b- never mind. I cannot say.”
“Listen,” Stu took the man’s arm and put it around his shoulder. “I’m gonna take you inside.”
The man hobbled inside, alongside Stuart. Within a few minutes, he was sat down on the settee, with an ice pack placed on his forehead. Stu thought it right to alert the other members of the household.
“Guys!?” he called. “You might wanna come down here!”
“Why?” came a voice from the top floor.
“Because we have a guest!”
“Who the hell is it?” replied the voice.
"Uhh- no idea.”

“So, what are you called? Where do you live? How- how did?” Stuart had a million questions, but chose to ask but a few for fear he would otherwise ramble on for a good three hours, at least.
"Really, thank you, but I must leave." Sage began to stagger as he attempted to leave the room, carrying his bag with him.
"Come on, don't leave. If you need a place to stay for a while, we've got a spare room." Tina called after the man. He turned around in his step, a shade of vulnerability in his visage, like a watermark on a photograph.
"Really?" He began to sit on the settee again and place his bag back down. "Well, while I'm here, it seems only right that you know who I am. My name is Bradd- that's with two Ds- Eiichi Sage, but I am known by most by my surname."
"Sage? The hell kind of- why Sage?" Julius snarkily piped in. "Was it heavy-handed ancestral self-gratification, or just a misplaced celebration of herbs?"
"You'd be surprised how accurate your first explanation is. Anyway, I was born in Fegensula in '92, and moved to America at a young age. I returned a few weeks ago to a... less-than-enjoyable experience."
"Yeah, what happened? Was it animals?" Tina queried.
"That, I cannot say. You cannot- you must not know. I can't even say why you must know."
"Can you tell us why that is?"
"N-No." Sage's face became one of condescension and patronising. "Oh, and I don't think I thanked you for allowing me to stay here."
"Oh, that's no problem." Stu cheerily smiled.
"You didn't." Stan remarked at the same time.

After some polite discussion, Sage began to feel more comfortable amongst his benefactors. Stan, however, was feeling rather suspicious- what wasn't Sage telling them? His curiosity was rapidly getting the better of him, and he had to find out however he could. But, how in the hell could he? He would have to approach Stuart to try and pry information from his friend. Luckily enough, when night fell, Stu was alone in the kitchen, holding a half-empty cup of coffee when he was approached.

"Stu?" he began, "Do you kn-"
"No, I will not show you the bag." Stu coldly replied.
"Wh-? I wasn't- come on, why not? Wait, what bag?"
"When you left, Sage told me that no-one must look in his bag. He confided in me the repercussions of opening it. He said it would be 'too much for us.'" Stan then smiled as he grabbed Stu's shoulders.
"Yeah, but doesn't that make you want to see what's in it? Come on!” 
“Listen, your Jedi mind tricks aren't gonna work with me. Besides, Sage would never let us in his room."
"Oh, no, Sage left about fifteen minutes ago for... whatever reason." Stu thought for a second, and then looked at Stan with a grin on his face.
"Let's go!"

A lone bag was sat in the middle of Sage's dim bedroom. The opened window blew in not only a ghastly whistling wind, but also the curtains. Stan and Stu both looked at the bag for a few seconds, before Stan ran over to it, and frantically began to open up the zips, swiftly followed by Stuart. They tried the first zip. There was only a set of clothes the top. The two dug through the compartment, but found nothing but clothes. They tried the second zip, but it only had ten or so empty packets of 'haem' tablets, whatever they are- something to combat porphyria, apparently. Finally came the last zip. This must be it. The clue to something so huge and incomprehensible, existential crises are surely afoot. Stu was the one to get to it first, and it contained a Post-It note with what couldn't have been many more than two words on it. Stu and Stan read it aloud.
"Nice try." What in the hell?

"What did I say about the bag?" came a voice from the edge of the room. Sage was stood by the window, with a small orange container much like the bottles found in the bag, vaguely silhouetted by the pale moonlight, baring his incisors. At the sound, Stu and Stan pricked up their ears and panicked.
"S-Sage?” Stu began stuffing the clothing into the bag as quickly as he could. “Hey, we were just-“
“Perusing the contents of my bag? I am aware.” He slowly began to walk towards the two, while looking down his nose. "You see, I am not who you think I am."
"I actually have no idea who you are. You just showed up, and this blue haired idiot offered you a room." Stan said, pointing to Stuart, which was met with an elbow in the ribs.
"Regardless, I knew you two could not be trusted with staying away from my bag, so I would confront you here and tell you truth- a truth I decided you must know if I am living here."
"What is it?" Stan blurted out, as Sage stood over him.
"You certainly are not very patient." Sage began to scratch at the bite marks on his neck, while baring a pair of long pointed fangs. "One may call you a pain in the neck."
Stu and Stan looked once more at the bite marks, only on a second inspection, they looked more like two holes. They were now unsure whether to shriek in terror or groan at Sage's godawful pun.
"Wait." Stu began to realise what was most likely staring him in the face, and had been for a while.
"You're not a-?" Stan too began to realise the truth.

The two clambered for the door screaming like small children, flung it open, and ran into the front room, where Tina, Len and Paige were sat, discussing their respective days.
"Guys! Guys!" Stu panted. "Sage is- he is- he's a-"
"Great house guest?" Len guessed.
"No! Well, I guess he'll grow on me, but that's irrelevant. He's a-"
"Vampire?" Sage had near-miraculously appeared directly behind Stu and Stan, causing the two to yelp.
"Wait, what in the hell are you talking about?" Paige quipped.
"Do you recall when I said my birth year was?" Sage asked the group.
"Yeah, 1992." said Stan, who by this point was standing opposite Stuart, leaving enough space in between to allow visibility of their new vampiric housemate.
"Ah, you are mistaken. I simply said '92, not specifying the century, the fifteenth of which I was born in."
"You're 526?! No, this must be a joke. There is no way you-." Tina began, unwilling to believe and unable to comprehend.
"Nothing gave you any clue? Not my pale complexion, the abnormally lengthy incisors, not even the two holes in my neck?" Sage let out a slow sigh and began to pace up and down the room slowly. 

"I suppose it isn't your fault." he continued as the residents of the house listened intently, "The vampires have lived in secrecy for centuries, millennia possibly. The clan I originated from, the Yauche tribe, got its name from its first member, Franklyne Yauche, who broke off from another clan in 973. I was born over 500 years afterwards in Greenthwait Forest and was taken on a purge of humans by my father at the age of 13. It was my first, and last. After witnessing the atrocities my kind committed, I fled the forest in fear of persecution from not only the community, but also from my high-profile parents. I at first moved to a neighbouring county, and moved to a different one every decade or so. Eventually I ran out of places to hide, and I could sense the others were catching up. Looking back, it may have been little more than paranoia, but I felt I needed to go far away. So, in 1671, I left for the New World. Jamestown. There I remained for 347 years, when I thought it safe to return home. However, someone alerted members of my clan, and I ended up in your yard." By this point, Sage had wandered over to the front door, and was blocking it with his tall figure.
"Now that I have told you this, however, I cannot allow you to leave."

"At least not without promising you won't tell anyone." The rest of the housemates mumbled to each other.
"Yeah."
"Sure, whatever."
"Okay."
"I mean it!" Sage pointed at the six.
"We know you do. So do we." Len nodded reassuringly.
"Well, Mr Gillman-Street isn't so good at keeping promises, and nor is his concubine." Sage contradicted, to which Tina protested:
“Hey! I haven’t done anything!”
“No, I meant Stanley.”
“Hey!” Stu and Stan yelled at the same time.
“Anyway,” continued Sage,  "I'll see how much you mean you’ll keep this secretive, because if it turns out word gets out about me, you will not be doing much talking after the fact."

It was around three in the afternoon the following day when Stan ran into the house practically hyperventilating. He was greeted at the door by Paige, who seemed to notice his panicked sweating.
"Stan, you okay?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Stan grabbed her by the shoulders.
"No. I'm not. No, I'm uh, really.. We need to leave, like right now." he blurted out.
"Jesus, Stan. Just tell me why."
"I- may or may not have mentioned the whole... vampire thing." Paige slapped Stan in the face. "Ow!"
"Good, it was supposed to hurt. You idiot! Why would you-?"
"I'm sorry, OK, I didn't mean to!"
"And that's supposed to make things better? You dolt! Learn to respect people's wishes!"
"This is not a teaching moment- this is a running one."

"What is?" Sage stepped out from behind a corner, almost out of nowhere, and when he did Stan let out a whimper, as his eyes widened.
"Uh, I- ah... I-It was nothing." Sage darted forward at an almost inhuman pace to the space just in front of Stan, and grabbed the neck of his T-shirt.
"What is!?" Sage was close to snarling.
"Oh, Lord. I-I t-told people ab-about you..."
"You fool! I swear to... When was this!?" Sage lifted Stan up so the two were at equal heights.
"About half an hour ago."
"Half an hour? Who knows how quickly the news has-"

"Not at all." Paige interrupted. She was glanced down at her phone after checking online for any breakthrough stories about vampires being spotted. Nothing. Sage's face went from one of rage to a neutral, slightly sheepish one, as he slowly put Stan down, patted his chest twice and let out an 'Oh.'
"I'm, uh, sorry."

Eventually, the seven had found their place in and became comfortable with the house. Stu was now closer to his job at the variety club The Vaude; Tina took on Sage as her assistant in her own florists, dubbed Floral Shoppe; Stan returned to his job as the bassist for the group he formed in his years in university, Sweet And/Or Sour, although stayed at home for most of the day; Paige returned to being an estate agent for the Sutcliffe & Best Agency; Len returned to being a guidance counsellor for LGBT+ teenagers; and Jules was once again sioux chef at the local restaurant, Schwechter’s . Everything seemed fine for the seven, and they all seemed to think that things were looking up or each of them, but the truth was that life is a lot like a lottery, and Stu was due for a loss.

The bowl of the fountain was made of rough-hewn, white stone and over ten yards in diameter. Up from the middle grew a tree trunk of brown stained glass. The glass reached up and out until it formed branches. At the end of them grew tiny, green glass leaves. The water moved up and out, like a real tree. Small pores in the leaves let the water fall back down into the bowl, forming a curtain of water. The perfect white light in the room refracted through the water and glass filling the inside of the fountain with dancing rainbows.
 
A form took shape somewhere behind the fall of water. Difficult to make out at first, it soon became recognizable as a body hanging from a branch and slowly swinging back in forth. After a few moments, it reached up and snapped the rope arounds its neck.
 
Odin’s heavy boots kicked up a spray of water as he dropped into the fountain’s basin. Blinking slowly, he examined his surroundings. Clearly that being, Omni, knew about the world it stole Odin from. The god was at a disadvantage; he knew nothing other than the few pieces of information that being deigned to grant to him. Not knowing what powers he had left, he tried an experiment. Concentrating, he forced his body to change over the next few seconds. His nose grew long and crooked. His back became slightly bent. The blade on his spear disappeared, leaving it a walking stick, which he leaned on. The brim of his hat grew so that it covered his face. His clothes became more tattered, and his hair more scraggily. When the illusion was finished, he seemed nothing more than a feeble old man.
 
The old man stepped through the waterfall; his hat keeping him dry for the most part. At the wall of the basin, he paused. Then slowly, he stepped over it. Once on the far side, he took a seat on the stones. Taking off his hat, he shook it out. Replacing it, he listened to the conversations of those idling nearby.
 
To the west, Odin spotted six men marching in formation. They wore some kind of white, shiny armor. They kept their distance from the fountain and kept eyeing a group to the east. The men to the east were wearing leather armor covered by green cloaks. They were armed with short swords and bows. It appeared they were mirroring the men in white. Nearby, groups of people stood impatiently eyeing the fountain. It appeared they were waiting for something.
 
Listening to the conversations, Odin heard a word that caught his attention. Yggdrasil. Slowly, he stood and shuffled over to the group that had mentioned Yggdrasil. “Excuse me,” he said to the group as they turned toward him. “Can you tell me what realm you are in?”
 
One of the young men smiled at Odin and said, “Ah, you must be new.” Waving his hand, he continued, “This place here is the Nexus. It is the center of everything in the Omniverse…” He went on to explain the different realms and portals to them.
 
Odin smiled at the man. “Thank you for being so helpful to such an old man. But I heard you mention Yggdrasil. Where is that?”
 
The man laughed. “You may be old, but if you are coming from there,” he continued, “you are a prime. And if you are a prime, you are powerful. All I ask is that you consider joining Camelot in the coming weeks. As for Yggdrasil, it’s in The Tangled Green. It is huge and hard to miss. The hard part will be getting to it though. It is through miles and miles of dense jungle filled with ferocious predators. You may be a prime, but it will still be dangerous.”
 
Odin thanked the man again before stepping away. Once he had a little space, he decided to try the whole summoning thing with Omnilium. He concentrated on the idea of Sleipnir. His white coat. The crunch of snow beneath his hooves. The warmth of his body. It took nearly ten minutes of details, but he finally succeeded. He decided to only summon him with 4 legs, however. Hopefully after he got away from the fountain, people would be more willing to buy the old man act.
 
“Hello old friend,” he said, patting the horse on the flank. Sleipnir whinnied in response and stomped his foot. Odin climbed on top of him and gave him a little kicked. A few seconds later, they were charging northeast toward the portal that would lead him to The Tangled Green.
 
When Odin arrived at the portal, he didn’t slow down. Afraid that if he stopped to look at the amazing edifice, he would lose countless hours to his examination. So a brief instant later, he was gone.

This is Gildarts' alternate character.


Name: Sirius Black


Alias: “Padfoot”, The Prisoner of Azkaban, the Grim, Black Dog, “Snuffles”, and apparently teasingly Serious Black.

Age: Late twenties, early thirties

Origin: The Harry Potter Universe, particularly the books’ series rendition of him.

BIO: Sirius grew up in a family of pureblood wizards, most, if not all of them were sorted into Slytherin, and seriously hated any wizard who did not share their same conservative values (most of them ended up supporting Voldemort in their later years).   Sirius never shared this view of the wizarding world and was glad to escape his family and their ties when he was sorted rebelliously into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin. While he stayed at Hogwarts for the full eight-year term, Sirius learned a great deal and developed lifelong friendships. He learned how to turn into an animagus, befriended a were-wolf, but this was not even the last of his adventures. Once graduated, Sirius continued practicing magic, and when the threat of an evil wizard intent on changing their world arose, Sirius and his friends responded to the call under the group “the Order of the Phoenix” where they battled and grouped together to fight the dark wizards that lurked in plain light, who were in cohorts with Voldemort. Few dared to say his name, but Sirius, who had faced evil with his own bravery, saw just another wizard who needed to be slain.

While Sirius was working with the Order, the world was in chaos, and its members started to get targeted. His closest friend was to be the next on Voldemort’s hit-list, for the Order had spies, and their was a certainly a leak from their own group feeding Voldemort information as well. Sirius was entrusted to be the secret-keeper of Lily and James Potter’s secret location, where they were hiding, however, Sirius had made a grave mistake that cost his best friend’s life, and his wife. The only miracle that remained was that their son had lived. His name was Harry, and he was since then known as the boy who lived. He had vanquished Voldemort, however this hope was too good to be true, and the Order doubted this would last, for his followers were on the rise and seeking to inflict devastation on anyone associated with the fall of their worshiped leader.

Sirius, however, had greater things on his mind, for he knew exactly who it had been who had betrayed his own trust, and murdered his best friend, practically in cold blood. He would never again see James Potter smile, this was the tremendous consequence for his own folly, and this was enough to drive Sirius mad. So he did something about it.

It had been Wormtail, -that rat!- who had been a traitorous liar all along, what was worse, he spoke that Sirius was the one who betrayed them all. Pettigrew had once been a Marauder, and an old friend, but now that Sirius knew it had been consequently Peter working with the Death Eaters, he had to hold him accountable. He had to hear the truth for himself, nobly, have it spoken to his face.... And then he would eradicate the last reminder of his mistake. And so, on that terrible day that ended with more bloodshed and tragedy. After tracking the traitor down, Sirius and Pettigrew confronted one another in the streets.

There were witnesses, most of them muggle even! However this had been intentional, for Peter had planned this all along. There was such anger and guilt toiling in Sirius’s heart, and it was enough to seal his fate. Sirius could not help it this time, for he, so taken with rage forgot to see reason. The committed his second and final mistake.

Words were exchanged. Suddenly, wands were drawn. And then, with the flick of Peter’s wrist, a tidal wave of magic erupted from the wizard’s wand. An eruption of death swirled around Sirius, who had his own wand out, light flashing from its point, and before Sirius had known it, corpses surrounded him, and where Peter lay, only a bunch of garments an a bloody finger remained.

Not long after... Sirius was taken by Omni but not before he had seen the aftermath of the ordeal. In the wizarding world, Sirius had been framed for it all, and was about to be sentenced to Azkaban and Pettigrew went on living though in hiding, knowing his plan had been a success, though the Dark Lord had fallen.

Cannonically, Sirius was sent to Azkaban for twelve years and was able to keep his sanity (a feat all in itself). He escaped Azkaban (another feat) and went on to resume his involvement with the Order, in the shadows, he also got to meet Harry who had aged by some twelve years, and

Personality: Sirius is a great man of nobility and strength. He values intellect as much as loyalty and friendship, and believes in a world where these two can live together. He has extreme talent at magic and can access these skills in an instant. Though he is a compulsive man, with a retaliating view on authority, and only respects those who he sees worthy of it. He regrets his mistake and continues to mourn James’s death. He was stereotypically brave for a Gryffindor, however part of this bravery was generally effected by the heat of a moment, and its excitement. Conversely, he was arrogant, and a troublemaker, though willing to die for a true cause of defeating evil-particularly Lord Voldemort, Sirius always believed in himself to the point of fault. The most remarkable thing about Sirius is his infallible strength of will.


Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF:1
SPD:2
TEC:4

(*pic of Sirius black*)

Profs: Ranged Proficiency 1000 Physical Strength 1000 Debuff Prof 1000 Area Attack prof 600

Starting Powers: N/A

Starting Move: Stupefy! (offensive stunning spell) 600 OM Profs: Debuff

Sirius wields his wand and extends it outward, he concentrates his aim, focuses his magic, and a blue static erupts from the tip of the wand. Suddenly, a bright light bursts forth in the shape of a ray, or laser beam.

When stung directly by the spell, the person is knocked back and rendered unconscious for approximately 3 minutes. This spell takes a good amount of energy, and after it is cast, Sirius will need at least 20 seconds until he can cast another or the same spell.

The spell has a range that extends no more than half a mile.


- Its second use is defensive, it will halt an object in mid air. Perhaps it is something spiraling towards him, inanimate, like a frisbee or a large pegasus tumbling towards him. When centered correctly, the same spell from above, will offer enough force to bounce the object (probably painfully) back just slightly (no more than a foot) and it will lose its momentum that propelled it forward, and re-stabilized its weight, which will likely throw the object straight down.


Spent 4200 om

I confirm that I have read the rules of conduct and ate chocolate all day long

[spoiler] I’m very excited about writing in the astral realm for Sirius, and I will have a long thread of stories that he will be remembering titled “Marauders’ Adventures” [/spoiler]

Quote:Following "King of Spades: Prologue"

Quote:McNinja fans, read "King of Spades: Prologue"!

Quote:*golden cockatrice sausage pizza

I'm waking up...
to ash and dust...
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust...
This is it... the apocalypse...wo-oah.

The skeleton loved that song. Its techno beats and energetic singing could turn anyone's day into one where all you wanted to do was just tilt your head to the sky and say “bring it on!”

Too bad the message itself was just wishful thinking. Everything else about it was pretty accurate, though.

The skeleton stood within the darkness of the alabaster pillars, leaning against one as he placed his hands within the pockets of his black shorts. He was facing the entrance to the pristine hall, the warm glow of the early afternoon shining through the windows on his right. He wrapped his bony fingers around the crimson fabric he had placed inside his pockets hours earlier, his hands shaking and his smile quivering. Even after all those years.... those years of waiting... of hoping. Hoping to whatever God was left that they would stop. That they would leave him and his friends alone.

But They never listened. They never listen. If They did, everyone would still be alive, there wouldn’t be any evacuation and Papyrus wouldn't be...

no.. he thought, closing his eyes, no, don't think about it. it was out of your control. focus.

It took every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from crying. He had been following the human ever since she existed the ruins. She never left his sight for a single moment... and he wished they had. Countless monsters slaughtered by her hand, dust filling the air and coating her blade. Everyone else that had tried to stop her had failed, among those being Undyne, whom had tapped into her reserve of determination just to take her down. All that power would have made any scientist or military enthusiast blush and the human took her down like she was nothing. Mettaton didn't even bother trying to kill her, instead deciding to stand there and buy time for everyone else.

If by “everyone else” he meant Sans and Asgore... well, he succeeded. He bought them a total of one minute to list off their regrets and say their prayers before they met their doom.

He probably should've been running away like that little flower had. The flower had been crying its eyes out, begging him to save it from the human following it. At first, the plant held a twinge of familiarity to it that the skeleton couldn't exactly pinpoint, only worsened by the fact that, despite him never seeing the plant before, it knew him by first name basis. Before he even had a chance to respond, the flower had dashed off into the king's room, presumably to warn the king.

The blue-hooded undead looked back towards the hallway to the throne room, the glow from the windows illuminating it in a holy, enticing light.

He turned away as footsteps echoed around the hall. here she comes...

She was looking a little worse for wear than she was when she first exited the ruins, though Sans doubted it meant anything. The human was tall, definitely about five feet to the skeletal monster's four. She wore some kind of snow-white dress with a large skirt that didn't even reach down to her knees, leaving her legs bare for all to see. Her hair was similarly white albeit tattered and unkempt in various places. Her clothes had several scratch marks on them but aside from that, they held little else to be suspicious about. Her face and the rapier in her hands, however, was what tipped the skeleton off that it was her. She was silent, and her looks were so monotone and expressionless she might as well have been wearing a mask, and the sword in her hand was dripping silver dust.

The human wandered forward, her hand tightly gripped around the hilt of her blade. She was looking away from the pillars, her eyes affixed to the hallway past Sans like a soldier with the thousand-yard stare. She kept moving, passing by the columns around her at a quick pace, swiftly reaching the column the skeleton stood near. As soon as she did, he spoke.

“heya.”

The swordswoman stopped, her head tilting towards the sound of his goofy voice. She saw his glowing eyes staring at her from the shadow of the marble pillar. She said nothing as he walked out from the darkness and into the sunlight.

“you've been busy, huh?” He said, his smile unwavering. He continued speaking, barely caring about the fact that the woman drew closer with each sentence he finished.

“so, i've got a question for ya.”

step

“do you think even the worst people can change...?”

step

“that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?”

step

“hehehehe... alright.. well, here's a better question.”

step

“do you wanna have a bad time?”

The lady was not but ten more steps away from him when she halted, clearly surprised by the question he had asked. His glowing pupils had disappeared, replaced by a black void within his eye sockets.

“cause, lady.. if you take one more step forward... you are REALLY not gonna like what happens next.”

…

…

...

step

“welp. sorry, old lady. this is why i never make promises.”

The skeleton sighed, his hands rising from his pockets and up to his hood. He pulled it over his head, covering his eyes from sight. He saw a whoosh of motion as a small blue jay flew through one of the windows, landing on his shoulder. He could feel gamma energy pulsing through his bones, blue smoke steadily rising from his fingertips as he moved them behind his back.

“it's a beautiful day outside...”

Quote: Wrote:Word Count: 962
Powers used: N/A
Moves used: Do You Wanna Have a Bad Time? (Sans) = Effective next post. SP - 1/2

Intro post complete! Round 1 goes to Miss Weiss!

Playing football/soccer with RC cars. Anyone play this? It looks super fun. It's been out for a while but I'm late on everything soooo.

When I'm over here picking on your post for meaningless grammar issues (and also generally being a smart aleck), that just means I enjoyed it.  That being said, I just read "Dave>> Become Prime."

Quote:Within a few moments, the figure was gone, and Dace found himself at the Fountain of Infinity.

I just finished Naruto's current story arc here, so I was wondering if I could get some feedback on things. Like what I did good, what I did wrong, what I could improve, and so on.

Please be as brutal as possible.

Tarius was bewildered. One moment he was looking back at the home he would never return to again, the next moment he was thrown into absolute darkness. It was a darkness he had never encountered before; only to be broken by a strange man without eyes. Tarius tried to speak out and ask, "Where am I? Who are you?" but was unable to. "What is this..." he thought.

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.” 

Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn. 

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”