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Post by May Twenty-First on Sept 6, 2024 13:22:45 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"]  [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"]  She may have opted to just go an help the passengers. But with her vision swimming in front of her eyes she had a hard time focusing with the sway of the ship. Despite her arm dripping blood from ribbony wounds running up and down it, she still held her bow in her hand. She shuffled towards the belly of the ship and then stopped when she saw Elias wrapping his cords around the Villains neck. [break][break] She wasn’t sure what it was, or why. But she got the feeling he had some sort of malicious intent. Some sort of ulterior motive. Perhaps he had only been fighting for self gain? She couldn’t put her finger on it. But, she was an aspiring hero. She couldn’t let him hurt or torture the woman even if she was a villain. [break][break] That wasn’t what heroes did. [break][break] Stumbling over, May would lift her bow shakily, a large crack ran the entire length of the body but it managed to hold together as she drew a singular arrow back. The arrow was staticy, almost faint and her arm shook aggressively, pouring more blood onto the deck of the ship as she fought to hold it steady and draw a bead on Elias from the side. [break][break] “Your questions, can wait until she’s taken in by the proper authorities. Let her down.” May said, in as steady a voice as she could, trying to bring herself across as firm in her tone. [break][break] Her bow wobbled as she stared down the sight, the only thing she could see was the outline of Elias and Jormugandr, the tip of her arrow fizzled slightly as she held it there at length. If he didn’t release her, she’d loose her arrow at him, though there was no strength behind it. It would be like getting hit with a paper airplane. [break][break] Whether or not he released her, her body would finally give up and she’d find herself face down in a puddle of her own blood. Her energy spent. Her life shortened by a significant margin, and that’s not even counting the wounds that dotted her body. [attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:01:51:00 (YEARS:MONTHS:DAYS:HOURS:MINUTES:SECONDS) [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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Aug 27, 2024 19:47:30 GMT
Post by May Twenty-First on Aug 27, 2024 19:47:30 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] It all seemed to be happening so fast. One minute she had been loosing arrows in sequence at the creature and the next she was on the ground, the world spinning slightly. She lay in the middle of the deck splayed out, water rushing over and soaking her back and hair as she stared at up at the sky. [break][break] It’s funny which moments your body takes to stop and smell the roses. Or in this case, admire the wash of blue that filled the sky. It seemed so distant from the current situation… [break][break] …Current situation. [break][break] May snapped back to reality. Right. There was a villain, attacking a ship full of innocent people and based on the groans coming off the ship, was getting somewhere in regards to sinking it. She sat up quickly, surveying the scene before her. She couldn’t hear out of her right ear, but she could see well enough to understand the peril that they were indeed facing. [break][break] She watched as Elias leapt into the air, launching his threaded spears at the creature. May looked at her bow. Too often she felt like a one trick pony. Her quirk had power, sure. But not much in the way of utility. She looked at her arm, it’s tattoo swirling about in layered time symbols. She could feel the telltale shudder in her fingers. Like a diabetic in need of sugar, though in her case it was something deeper. [break][break] She had to do the best thing she could to try and shift the tide, even slightly, in their favor. [break][break] She took up her bow once more and hurried to the edge of the deck, bracing her back against the railing and taking a bead in the direction that Elias had sent his spears. Perhaps they’d provide enough opening. She held her bow tightly and lifted it up, drawing the string back with every ounce of strength she had in her arm. But this time, she let her feelings lead her. Her emotions. Not numbers. Not time. [break][break] A rush of energy flowed up in a spiral, forming the arrow and making the air around her shudder slightly. The world around her went silent, she focused on the sounds of the ocean. The sounds of her heartbeat in her ears, let her quirk flow like a river into the arrow and just as Elias’ final spear hit the target…she let loose. [break][break] It was like an explosion. A shockwave at the tip of her arrow, the deck beneath her feet blasting apart and the arrow, carving a streak of black and white through the air, ribbons of dark red and black quite literally tore from her tattooed arm in the process. She’d put every ounce of time she had into that shot, and then some. Skin tore, fingers shattered and by the time the arrow had hit the target, May was slumping against the barely standing rail, arm hanging limply and almost in pieces at her side, blood running freely from the sheared skin and muscle. [break][break] Whether it did any real damage, was to be seen. But it was the strongest she had. [break][break] “Take that. Beastie.” She said breathily, her world wobbling and swaying. She was running on nothing but adrenaline at this point. She knew her time actually fighting was at it’s end so without thinking she moved towards the nearest people, trying to help as her brain tried to figure out how to block out the pain and keep her functional until the situation was resolved. [break][break] ((TLDR; May wakes from getting knocked off her feet and in a desperate and decidedly stupid move, she launches a final arrow using every ounce of time she has left and then some directly at where Elias had just attacked. In doing so she caused grievous injury to herself but running on adrenaline moves to try and help anyone who needs it.)) 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Post by May Twenty-First on Aug 2, 2024 0:05:02 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]MISCELLANEOUS REQUEST [attr="class","likedoinfo"] DESCRIBE THE NATURE OF YOUR REQUEST: Unarchive RELEVANT LINKS:(Please provide links to the pages relevant to your request: May Twenty-First Sofia Farlyte Aurora LangleyOTHER: Forgot to do the AC, please unarchive my gals <3 PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] |
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Post by May Twenty-First on Aug 1, 2024 0:38:12 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] May watched as her arrows sailed through the air, cutting lines of white and black as they spiralled and then united in their impact on her chosen target. It was like a trickshot in a way, that aspect of her quirk allowing her almost supernatural levels of aim. Of course, there was little time to ponder the results of her attack. [break][break] The whirlwind that slammed into the boat came in fast, like a miniature hurricane rushing over them, aiming for not just one of them but the many that littered the deck of the ship. [break][break] May took no time to think as the wind rushed over. Near to her was an older man and a young woman who were unceremoniously thrown over the rail. The soaked deck of the ship made the perfect surface for May to run and jump along, sliding towards the edge. She hadn’t thought much farther than that as she thrust her arms over the side, catching the old man by his beard and the girl by the wrist, and watching her bow skitter right over the edge as well. Likely straight into the ocean. [break][break] Well. That’d render her effectively useless in the potential fight on their hands. [break][break] However, She found herself thankful for the threads that suddenly held her in place against the deck and the still billowing wind. [break][break] She wasn’t thankful for long however, the angle at which she’d caught the two yanked her arms against their sockets, sending spirals of pain through both of her shoulders. But this pink-haired hero was made of tougher stuff. She gritted her teeth and with a loud determined cry she tugged the two up just enough so they could grab the edge and climb up. [break][break] May was thankful when the old man came up, offering her bow to her, “Figured you might need this. Hit me in the head when it came over the edge!”[break][break] May beamed and took it, “Mine thanks! Now get below deck before that happens again!” The two wasted no time in running to safety leaving May to sit up, shoulders aching as she held her bow tightly. She quickly lifted it and drew it back once more, thinking to launch one more attack to serve as a semblance of a distraction so she could help anyone else who’d been uprooted by the wind! [break][break] May cleared her head, took a breath and launched another energy filled arrow at Jormugandr, “Twenty minute pierce!” The arrow sharpened into into a bolt designed more for piercing as it sailed towards Jormugandr. She cast her gaze towards Elias, “Oi, we need to clear this deck, lest we spend the entire time playing rescue for the bystanders!” She said this in a slightly authoritative voice. [break][break] ((tldr; May saves two passengers from falling overboard and is thankful for Elias' threads. Quickly recovers and launches another arrow at Jormugandr, one designed to pierce rather than impact. Offers plans to Elias.))[attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:01:21:00 (YEARS:MONTHS:DAYS:HOURS:MINUTES:SECONDS) [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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Jul 23, 2024 12:12:51 GMT
Post by May Twenty-First on Jul 23, 2024 12:12:51 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] Just one of these days, she’d like to actually make it to her destination without someone interfering. It seemed like every time May dipped so much as a toe outside her home she was thrust into some high-octane situation. But then, she’d chosen to walk this path. That of a Hero. So perhaps it was just fate making sure there was plenty of stones to step on along that journey? [break][break] Today it seemed it was no different. The ferry she sat upon spluttered and then died. There was a moment of almost serene silence there in the water. Until something, no, someone emerged from the water cackling all the while. May was on her feet in an instant, she could already feel her heartbeat thrumming in her ears and felt that almost electric tingle as the adrenaline rushed into her limbs. [break][break] She was on the main deck and saw firsthand as they cloud of locusts were launched at the boat. Metal dissolved beneath them like it was nothing. May’s eyes darted about, assessing the situation. Already another had launched a spear at the attacking woman. May considered the locusts. They were small, and her quirk wasn’t really designed to handle many small targets like these. [break][break] ~Guess I’ll multi-task.~[break][break] She reached into a leather pouch attached to her belt. Within it was a recent purchase. Her fingers curled around the carbon alloy handle and as she pulled the object from it’s pouch it sprang out, expanding into a full-size composite bow. It wasn’t anything fancy. No tech, nothing more than being collapsible and made of a flexible metal. The the bow was drawn taught as each of the limbs clicked into place. [break][break] May took a split second to tug on the leather 2-fingered glove before turning about. Instead of the usual draw, she’d place four fingers on her bowstring and draw it back. A small trick she’d been working on. She drew back sharply and as she did those familiar ribbons of black and white wove together forming an area between each of her fingers. Three arrows at the same time. She focused her quirk in on the person in the distance, who’d launched the locusts. [break][break] She could only hope someone else could attempt at handling the locusts. [break][break] “Three by Three. Impact!”[break][break] She drew in her breath and then as she breathed out she loosed her arrows, they spiralled through the sky at high speed, aiming directly for this ‘Jormungandr’. 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Post by May Twenty-First on Jul 17, 2024 11:53:26 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] May lay on the ground staring up at the open sky above. She panted slightly. She’d forgotten just how much that move had taken out of her last time. It was like someone was lighting every cell in her body on fire when the energy formed the blade. Quirk-induced cellular degradation as the researcher not so long ago had called it. She flexed her fingers a few times to get the feeling back in them, her sideways grin slipping back onto her lips. [break][break] She reached up, taking the offered hand and pulling herself to her feet. That wave of familiar dizziness washed over her, but she ignored it and planted her feet, “I didn’t expect to be able to do it again admittedly.” But here she was. It would change things in the future when it came to combat. She wouldn’t feel entirely helpless when in close quarters. That and using her quirk this way for now, seemed to be a fair bit stronger than her general use arrows. [break][break] She waved a dismissive hand, “Let’s call it a team effort.” She mused. [break][break] Studying Farrin for a moment she took a small step back, “I hardly expected to get much out of this whole lesson. I signed up on a whim. Show me your move again, I want to see!” She said enthusiastically. In fairness while she did want to see his technique again, she also needed to rest for a moment or two. Her day’s allotment of time was running low already so she needed that small breather to recuperate. [attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:02:00:00 (YEARS:MONTHS:DAYS:HOURS:MINUTES:SECONDS) [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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Post by May Twenty-First on Jul 14, 2024 12:46:57 GMT
MAY IS HERE!
...To sign up.
That is all.
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Post by May Twenty-First on Jul 10, 2024 1:05:07 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] May took a long time to consider both Farrin’s and Stellar’s words. Both seemed intent on the fact that reaching back for that moment, finding those feelings again could be the key to making her quirk manifest in that way again. She looked down at her hands, flexing them once. Twice. [break][break] ~Reach back for that feeling.~
[break][break] Did she really WANT to go there again? That moment in which she’d made it manifest. That moment where she was sure that she was giving everything for the sake of someone else. She hadn’t expect to come back from that place. That decrepit. Ill. Place. [break][break] Instead of going back to that dark place, May drew in a long slow breath and looked up at Farrin with a smile on her lips, “Thou hath no need. If I force mine self to rely on thy quirk. I will never be able to manifest it on mine own.” She gave him a reassuring smile before taking a few steps back to give him a bit of space, but also because last time she’d manifested her quirk this way it had gotten a slight bit out of hand. Of course, she had a notion that it had only been because of the moment. [break][break] Looking at the clockwork tattoo on her arm she chuckled inwardly. Funny how even practicing could cost her time. [break][break] ~Here goes nothing.~
[break][break] She let her mind wander a little bit, letting it trail down old paths she had long since departed. Back to the frontlines of the army she’d fought alongside. To the princess she’d protected. To the magical battles held at the summer solstice. Her mind wandered to that simulated universe she’d spent a large portion of her life within. Images of wizards conjuring multi-layered constructs and fighting eachother with them came to mind. The whole place had in a sense come from her own mind. So why not try to access that. [break][break] As she did this, she activated her quirk. Letting that familiar energy weave it’s way through her veins like a roiling spark. She felt her very cells shiver. She felt that familiar breathless feeling as the energy rushed towards her hand. As more and more was pulled from her, it formed a billowing, almost fiery aura around her tattooed arm. The clockwork tattoo spinning and changing at a fast pace. Time being deleted in an instant. [break][break] “H…Hades BLADE!” She said in a strong tone, slamming the fist of her left hand into the palm of her right, leaving a space like she was holding the hilt of a blade and as she withdrew it, so too came the inky black and billowing white energy, rolling and twisting together as she drew her hand away, forming into a blade woven from ribbons of black and white, a fiery black aura surrounded the blade as the tip finally came clear of her palm. She held it in the hand attached to her tattooed arm, the energy on it making her hair billow slightly. [break][break] She panted slightly from the extertion but looked to Farrin, “Ch…Check that out!”
[break][break] And then she lost focus, the blade shuddered and collapsed in on itself, the energy releasing a bit of a shockwave outwards from the sudden collapse of the blade and sending May backwards to land on her butt in the dirt. [break][break] But despite the failure at the end. She laughed. [break][break] She laughed and smiled as she stared at up at the sky, “That hurt. But I’ll be damned if that didn’t feel great! How is thine own going? That Emerald Smash was sounding pretty awesome!” She glanced between Farrin and Stellar and smiled, "Thank ye both for thine encouragement."[attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:02:00:00 (YEARS:MONTHS:DAYS:HOURS:MINUTES:SECONDS) [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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Jun 21, 2024 23:51:08 GMT
Post by May Twenty-First on Jun 21, 2024 23:51:08 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] Stellar’s demonstation. It was both a lot to take in, but also super educational. Her quirk was pretty and unique. May found herself focusing on the part where she spoke about changing her quirk, in order to make it something different. Something better. [break][break] ~Lose something, to gain something else.~[break][break] She repeated those words in her head and when the suggestion was offered to her of doing something different with her quirk, it made sense. She lifted her arm, the one laced with the slowly evolving tattoo. She wondered how many years she’d spent so far. Would designing a super move cost her even more? [break][break] ~Who cares. This is the path I’ve chosen. Live my life for others, make a mark on the world.~[break][break] The low thoughts dissapeared, being replaced by May’s bubbly personality. She balled her hand into a fist, flexing her arm and nodded, “A new weapon. Good thing I have zero formal training with anything but a bow…” She made a note in the back of her mind to seek out lessons if she managed to form any sort of weapon. [break][break] The thing was. She knew it was possible. But how to recreate it…she had no idea. [break][break] And then they were paired together. One-by-one. She hadn’t expected to have to work with anyone except the pro and herself so the surprise on her face was evident. She turned her gaze to Farrin and offered a sort of sideways smile, “Heh, sorry you got stuck with a weirdo like me!” She said in a sing-song voice. It was obvious she was joking. [break][break] Not skipping a beat, she’d spin about like a ballerina to face Yoko, “Oh and before I forget, Send me your details blondie. I’ll make sure you get every dime! Memories are priceless and I’m happy to pay that toll.” She beamed and winked as she spun about once more to head over to Farrin where he was toying with his coin. [break][break] “No big deal. My quirk is toooootally straightforward.” She tugged her bow from her shoulder. It was already strung and ready. The laser-etched inlay on the body sparkling slightly in the sun as she pulled it around in front of her and drew the string back slowly. Again those ribbons of black pulled from her arm, knitting together into the arrow, “I can convert time, or…I guess for lack of a better word. Lifeforce. Into energy which has always been in the shape of arrows.” She held the arrow in check for a moment. [break][break] “But recently…when it took shape.” Painful memories flashed through her mind like a picture-book. That dark underground facility. Driving her shadowy blade through the chest of a villain, knowing that it would kill someone innocent. [break][break] “I was under duress, I was pumping with adrenaline and emotions and the drive to do what needed to be done and it just kind of…happened.”[break][break] She let the arrow fly, it slammed into a nearby tree, shaking it to it’s roots as she set her bow on the ground and held up her hands and proceeded to do…absolutely nothing. A few sparks of black flickered in the palm of her hand, the tattoo on her arm shivering slightly as she did so. [break][break] “It’s not an energy I’ve ever manipulated in any way except arrows y’know? I know...totally helpful huh?” She huffed a little bit and threw her hands up. [break][break] “Let’s focus on your quirk first. She said something about the two sides always touching, what outcome do you expect to get my mushing them together?” She tilted her head curiously. May wasn’t the best when it came to practical applications of a quirk. Mostly because her’s was so one dimensional compared to others. [break][break] “It there a way to make them cooperate? Like some sort of…harmonious middle ground?” She was throwing ideas out as best she could. Energy quirk or not, she was at a bit of a loss here. 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Post by May Twenty-First on Jun 20, 2024 12:02:21 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] Looking between all the people, she couldn’t help but find some enjoyment in their display of quirks. Although the lack of enthusiasm from the few was a bit disheartening. If you weren’t going to put your all into it, why even both showing up? At least, that’s how she felt. To each their own it would seem. [break][break] Clasping her hands behind her back, she listened to the banter between them. [break][break] ~Even having been out of stasis for many years. Many of these references are still well over my head. I need to read more…~
[break][break] May let out a small sigh and stayed quiet for now. That was, until someone said something she did recognize. You could almost see the lightbulb flicking to life above her head when Jack spoke while introducing himself. [break][break] ‘With great power, comes an even greater responsibility.’
[break][break] “Youuuuuu sound like my favorite comic book hero. I love it.” She giggled softly. Despite the joking however, she actually agreed with his statement. With power definitely came responsibility. Moreso for people like them who were dedicating their lives to help people with that power. [break][break] She studied Jack for a long moment, “Hm. A really big blast huh? I mean, does your quirk have any inherent weaknesses? I bet a super that focuses on rounding out or protecting against a weakness is always a good choice! Kinda the direction mine own is going.” She shrugged helplessly, hoping to at least help him not feel quite as awkward with his lack of direction. [break][break] May looked at Khepri and tilted her head. [break][break] ~Newton, Adam and Eve? I feel like I ought to know those names. Isn’t Newton the physics dude? Ugh. My brain is a mess lately. I swear I’m getting early signs of bloody dementia. It’s probably because I’m so darn tired. I should rest more. But also work more. UGH! Why is living so difficult.~
[break][break] You could almost see the whirlwind of emotions playing across May’s face, off in her own little world until she suddenly snapped back to reality. She reached up, running fingers over her camera for a moment and then realizing she hadn’t check the photo. She lifted up the polaroid she was holding and grinned at how it turned out. Yup, that’d make a good one for the album. [break][break] She stowed the picture away quickly and looked between everyone, “Soooo…What year is everyone in?” She hoped she wasn’t the only first year present. [attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:03:58:00 (YEARS:MONTHS:DAYS:HOURS:MINUTES:SECONDS) [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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Jun 18, 2024 22:55:03 GMT
Post by May Twenty-First on Jun 18, 2024 22:55:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] Why was she even here? [break][break] ‘It’ll help carve your future as a hero.’[break][break] That was why. Because her Uncle had pounded that into her head while demanding she sign up. Having a member of your family as a member of the staff at the school you attended was…annoying. But at times, it did help with motivation. So here she was, head-first into one of the sports festivals many events to make herself known as an up-and-coming Hero! [break][break] Admittedly though, the fact that this event was called ‘Atomic Hot Potato’ was mildly entertaining at least. [break][break] Carry the bomb. Don’t carry it too long. The premise was pretty simple, but also demanded a fair amount of creativity and teamwork. Luckily for May, she got along with most people. Standing off to the side of Julienne was May. Not dressed in her Hero costume, nor her UAU gym uniform. Today she’d opted for simple athletic wear alongside her archers glove, it’s leather running down the length of her arm and encapsulating two of her fingers, protecting them. Her pastel pink hair had been drawn up into a lazy ponytail. [break][break] Adjusting the bow currently slung over her shoulder she’d look over to her other teammates, particularly the blonde, Julienne who had chosen to be the first to speak. [break][break] ‘So, what can you two do?’[break][break] May reached up, tousling her hair a little bit, “Nothing terribly special. I can consume a form of energy to create shadowy arrows that I can fire with high precision. I can also add small attributes to them like impact, piercing…stuff like that. What about Thou?” She asked with a bright smile, pausing a minute when she realized none of them had introduced themselves. [break][break] “Oh! Mine apologies. I forgot to introduce mineself. I’m May Twenty-First, It’s a pleasure to meet Thou.” Her archaic speech was a bit strange. But when you spent nearly thirty years locked away in a virtual medieval world, some things tended to stick in your personality. [attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:04:00:00 (YEARS:MONTHS:DAYS:HOURS:MINUTES:SECONDS) [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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Jun 18, 2024 11:53:23 GMT
Post by May Twenty-First on Jun 18, 2024 11:53:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] Was there anything more peaceful than lying sprawled on a rooftop, watching as the sun made its journey across the sky? With a soft breeze caressing her cheeks and a comfortable pillow beneath her head, May was at peace. Something she’d been having a hard time finding lately. That internal peace. It was why she’d been a bit of a wallflower lately, present…but not really. [break][break] But today was going to change that! She’d taken the initiative and actually signed up for an optional class! [break][break] Well. More like her uncle, Repulsor, who happened to be a teacher at the school, had signed her up for it and told her she was going. [break][break] She was glad he cared. [break][break] The soft dinging of her phone tugged her out of her train of thought. It was her alarm, telling her that the class in question was soon. [break][break] After a moment's contemplation May sat up, shutting her phone off and tousling her pastel pink hair a little bit, the liberal use of hairspray kept it in place and surprisingly bouncy. A little trick she’d learned from a ‘work study’ with a local agency. If you could even call it that. It had been more modeling than heroing. But hey, a gal had to make ends meat somehow, right? [break][break] With hurried movements, she’d hook her bow over her shoulder and hurry off to make it to the class in time. She didn’t want to be late. If she was, she’d probably neeeever hear the end of it from her uncle. [break][break] So ten minutes later, the bright-eyed May arrived at the class alongside the other students. Maybe she should have been caught off guard by Stellar’s performance and introduction but really, she’d seen so much in the way of flashy heroes as of late that this was just another part of the day. [break][break] After the introductory spiel, May was quick to spin about, snapping an impromptu selfie using her Polaroid at an angle that caught the entire group behind her. She offered a bright smile and a wink as the camera pushed the polaroid out and she busied herself with shaking it out while she listened. She was clearly not apologetic about it. [break][break] Afterward, She stood beside the group, hands clasped neatly in front of her as Stellar rattled off what their class would go through and where they were. [break][break] STAR, a training facility she’d never actually been in before. UAU never failed to impress her, that was for sure. [break][break] Maybe on any other day, she might have stepped up first. But Farrin was the first to step from their group and introduce himself. She’d seen him before, much like she’d seen many of these students before. But she didn’t know his name or quirk. Although admittedly when he explained what his quirk was she couldn’t help but be impressed. Everyone at this school had such amazing abilities. The future looked bright in the world of heroes. [break][break] ~He’s got quite the inspiration. I feel like mine will sound kinda lame in comparison. Oh well, as my uncle always says. Thou only livest once, May! So make and idiot of thyself and own it!~[break][break] With a bit of a sideways grin on her lips, she waited for Farrin to finish before stepping forward and spinning about. Twice. Because she wasn’t sure whether to face the group or Stellar. She settled for facing the space between them instead. [break][break] “Ok ok ok. Mine name is May Twenty-First! Yes, like the date. Most people call me May though, or problem child…or maybe that’s just my mum. Oh well! Moving on.” She drew her bow from her shoulder. It was already strung. Its string shone slightly as the light of the sun hit it. [break][break] “Mine quirk allows me to trade time for power in a sense.” She drew back the bowstring slowly, ribbons of light and black pulling from her arm and forming into a shadowy arrow as she got to full draw, “I’m a bit of a one-trick pony when it comes to my quirk. But I make the best of it.” She turned the bow up to the sky. [break][break] “Two-minute burst shot.” She said before letting it fly, her arrow flew up, carving a shadowy path for about ten feet before it exploded, dissipating in the air like so many snowflakes in summer. [break][break] May hooked her bow back over her shoulder, “I’ll admit, I’m kind of lacking in direct inspiration. I mean, there are soooo many heroes and things I could choose from. But the one that sticks out weirdly enough is myself. In a recent venture, mine quirk did something a bit odd in a moment of panic, manifesting in a way it never has before. So I’m taking that as my inspiration because if I can make that a reality, then I can most assuredly destroy my collection of teddy bears with ease.”[break][break] She dipped into a bow, “Don’t forget to tip your instructor!” She winked and then shuffled back into the group. Taking a moment to look down at the tattoo encircling her arm. Anyone with sharp eyes would have seen a few of the symbols dissipating on her arm when she used her quirk. 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Post by May Twenty-First on Jun 17, 2024 17:37:45 GMT
*Shoves May in instead*
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Post by May Twenty-First on Oct 19, 2023 12:16:11 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] May blinked a few times. Teachers were offering self defense classes? She was rather surprised she’d not heard about it. Then again, she’d kind of been tucked away in a hospital for a week and then everything else happened. So having it slip by her in the few days she’d been back seemed pretty reasonable. [break][break] She gave a small shrug, “Well, I’m sure thou will take to it well. Especially with that quirk of yours. Kind of lends to a more up close and personal style of combat I think.” She mused a little bit. She watched him with mild curiosity as he dribbled the ball back and forth, it was hard to keep track of and a stark reminder of how long it had been since she actually played soccer. [break][break] May considered his eagerness. She had recently been sponsored and taken on by ASTA, something she needed to touch base with Sonya on in the near future, she looked up at Takeo, “Thou should get ahold of ASTA. They’re kinda specialized in setting up heroes and heroes-in-training with different agencies and stuff.”[break][break] May waved a dismissive hand, “It probably wasn’t so bad that I had to remain in the hospital. But mine mum is a worry wart and Uncle Satori insisted I stay until I was mostly healed up. Bet he regretted THAT choice real quick.” She giggled softly, wincing slightly as memories of The Afflicted’s lair flashed through her head. It hadn’t been the most pleasant experience out there. [break][break] But like May always did, she smiled. [break][break] May wrung her hands slightly and moved in to steal the ball at his surprise, “Well, Mine uncle was the one who rescued me. Sort of. The teachers and my family are aware. I am alive still, for what it’s worth.” She offered a soft smile and kicked the ball in the air, catching it in her hands for a moment and then dropping it and kicking it back to Takeo. [break][break] “Kind of? My quirk’s source of energy, what allows me to make arrows is lifeforce. So every shot costs me a little bit of my remaining time in the world. That’s all.” She said this so casually, like it didn’t bother her. Which in some regards, it really didn’t. She’d resolved that fact in her head a long time ago. She wanted to spend every minute of her quirk, for others. To give her life meaning. No point in being sad about it, right? [break][break] She shuffled back a little bit, tousling strands of pink hair, “Sorry. Honesty is a bad habit sometimes.” She looked down at herself, experimentally poking my chest, “I did worry about myself. I’m breathing, I’m no longer buried under fifty tons of rubble, I didn’t get squished by some super-powered gravity guy, and I got to use my quirk to help others. I feel like that’s worried enough, non?” She offered a bright smile in face of his passionate words. [break][break] And then she spun about so her back was facing him, “But first…say cheeeeeeese!” She said, holding up the camera so it was ready to take a selfie and put on a big dorky smile before clicking the button. There was a flash, and a motorized noise as the camera slowly spat out it’s photo which May took between her fingers and waved in the air gently. [break][break] “Heh. Sorry. Habit.”[attr="class","boxo-notes"]TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00:04:00:00 [newclass=".skep-holder"]width:500px;margin:0 auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);clip-path:polygon(100% 0,100% 58%,38% 100%,0 79%,0 0);background:#d3a4a2;height:280px;width:220px;position: absolute;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tiny"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);clip-path:polygon(0 0,0% 100%,100% 100%);width:10px;height:6px;position:absolute;background:#4c3736;margin-left:220px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag"]-webkit-clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);clip-path:polygon(21% 0,100% 0,100% 100%,0 100%);width:180px;height:30px;position:absolute; margin-top: 226px;margin-left:320px;background:#d3a4a2;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tag a"]color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-img img"]margin-top: 5px;margin-left:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content"]padding:90px 50px 30px 50px;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;font-family:roboto;line-height:16px;background:#fefefe;margin-top:-60px;border-bottom:solid 1px #eee;border-right:solid 1px #eee;border-left:solid 1px #eee;color:#555;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-shape-cont"]position:absolute;color:#fefefe; margin-top: 60px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-content b"]color:#d3a4a2;font-size:9px; [/newclass] [newclass=".lyr1"]font-family:arial black;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:-1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr2"]font-family:arial black;font-size:40px;margin-top:-20px;letter-spacing:-5px;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr3"]font-family:arial black;font-size:90px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-90px;margin-left:140px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr4"]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago"]color:#fff;margin-left:50px;margin-top:10px;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".skep-tago a"]color:#fff;font-size:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr5"]font-family:arial black;font-size:70px;margin-top:-20px;opacity:0.3;position:absolute;margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-12px;letter-spacing:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".lyr6"]font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:25px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.ray-img img]shape-outside:circle(45%)!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".boxo-notes"]font-family:arial narrow; background:#d3a4a2; color:#777; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; height:60px; line-height:60px; font-size:8px; color:#fff; border:solid 1px #ddd; [/newclass] |
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ALIAS
ARTEMIS
OCCUPATION
STUDENT
EVENT TOKENS
75
QUIRK
ESSENCE OF SACRIFICE
Student
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Post by May Twenty-First on Oct 1, 2023 0:13:46 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]Can you hear me [attr="class","lyr2"]right now [attr="class","lyr3"]?
[attr="class","lyr4"]I got your number [attr="class","lyr5"]& [attr="class","lyr6"]I'm calling [attr="class","lyr2"]you out [attr="class","skep-tag"] [attr="class","skep-tago"]
May Twenty-First//Artemis [attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] It was strange. Like someone had come in with a warm cup of hot cocoa, a cozy blanket and had placed May awash in a sea of comfort. That was what it felt like when the syrupy blue light washed over her. Closing wounds, easing pains to naught and cleansing her of the inky black substance coursing through her veins. Even May’s wrist and hand, still broken healed. It was a strange feeling, your own bones aligning and knitting back together. [break][break] When that feeling left, she was almost sad. [break][break] Climbing to her feet slowly, May looked around the room slowly. Expecting to see whomever had just healed her. But there was nobody. It was a circular room with thousands of lines of cable running up behind glass walls. The whole room hummed like it had electricity coursing through every inch of it. It was less of a prison and more of a…generator? If that made any sense. The only thing that stuck out in the room was a raised platform in the middle atop which sat what looked like a coffin with hundreds of wires running from it’s exterior, connecting to various ports and holes in the walls. [break][break] “Who…healed me?” May whispered. [break][break] “I did.” Came a response, a voice that sounded like it was coming from everywhere? [break][break] May blinked, “Forgive me, but unless I’m blind. I’m not sure who YOU are.”[break][break] There was a soft almost melodic chuckle, “You’re not blind dear. Just not looking at the world with the right perspective. You live in a superhuman society. You fought in a battle recently where one of your companions was housed inside of a mechanical shell. Use that information. Where could I be?”[break][break] May looked around at the room for a long moment, “You’re in the…wires? Wait, how did you know about that battle?”[break][break] Another chuckle, “Not the brightest hero. But you’ve got heart. I know many things about you May. As to how, let us just say that you’re part of things here. Sort of. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I am Seraphina, the unwilling heart of this facility and you are currently standing inside of me.”[break][break] “Well, that’s a gross image I didn’t want in my head today…” May mumbled, lifting her foot as if she expected it to be covered in organic material or something. That laugh came again, filling the room and caressing May’s cheek like a mother to her child. [break][break] “I am not gross! Thank you very much. But worry not, it’s more that you’re in my head. I am atop that platform actually.” A giant neon arrow blossomed to life in the air in the middle of the room, pointing to the ‘coffin’. May made her way slowly up the steps until she could look into it. It really did seem like a coffin and what was inside twisted her stomach up into anxiety-ridden knots. Inside was an almost ethereal looking woman, the opposite of the Afflicted and the picture of health. Save the hundreds of wires connected to her body as well as the ‘helmet’ over her head, which was also connected to thousands of wires. [break][break] “You’re…interfaced with the machine?”[break][break] “In a sense, I was put here by The Afflicted many many years ago. As I am her opposite, the cure to her plague. And in her words, why let a good body rot? I became a slave of her machinery. I am this facilities computer. It’s brain. Albeight with many many rules and restrictions I cannot break.” There was a long pause in which May digested the information. [break][break] “That’s not…”[break][break] “…Possible? You live in a superhuman society. Just about anything is possible anymore.”[break][break] May pressed a hand to the glass lid of the ‘coffin’, “How long have you been here?”[break][break] “As long as you’ve been alive. I too was born in an age when quirks first blossomed into existence. We are quite similar you and I. In that regard anyways.”[break][break] May nodded, “Is there a way to free you? I was sent down here for some sort of…cure. For the others. I’m assuming that’s you, since you healed me. Wait, how did you heal me? You’re asleep.”[break][break] “Oh you’re so cute when you’re trying to put the pieces together. I just wanna pinch those pink cheeks! Hee. But your assumptions are correct, I am the cure to the illness affecting those within this facility. I am also the cure to the plague that you helped complete, the plague that if the man fighting The Afflicted loses. Will be unleashed.” There came a long sigh. [break][break] “That’s my uncle.”[break][break] “Mmm. He’s quite the fighter, he’s kept The Afflicted distracted long enough for you to make it here. And trust me, that’s no easy feat. On any other day, you’d have been incinerated by the time you took two steps out of Doctor Ocktor’s lab above.” A screen blossomed to life in mid-air above the coffin, showing none other than May’s Uncle Satori fighting the sickly looking Afflicted, who was currently surrounded in some sort of inky-black armor. [break][break] “Time is of the essence then. How do I get you out of here so we can get everyone out?”[break][break]
“Well, putting it plainly. You can’t.”[break][break] May’s shoulders slumped at the comment. All this way for nothing? That wasn’t an option! [break][break] “Don’t despair young Hero. Just because you can’t get me out of here, doesn’t mean you don’t have an option. Although I’m not sure you’re going to like it.”[break][break] May looked down at the woman inside the coffin, “Well don’t dance around it, what am I supposed to do?”[break][break] “You kill me. Which in turn, kills this facility. And in return, I will temporarily grant you what remains of my quirk. Immunity to the Afflicted, the ability to cleanse those above and free them. And in return, you raze this entire facility to the ground. You bury the Afflicted, all her work and everything this facility has ever stood for.” The voice explained in a determined sounding voice. [break][break] “I can’t kill you! That’s not an option! I won’t. I promised the people who helped me above I’d get everyone out safely. What kind of hero would I be if I left you behind?”[break][break] There was a small chuckle, “Some day, you’ll understand that not every scenario comes with a positive outcome. I admire your optimism, but it’s either you kill me, take my quirk and save the many. Or we all die.”[break][break] “I…I can’t. It’s not right.”[break][break] “It’s not right, but it’s your only option. I was gone a long time ago. I have long become separate from that body inside the box. There’s no going back for me. You’d be doing me a favor and setting me free.” A bright red button blossomed to life on top of the box with the word ‘PURGE’ written on it in bold black lettering. [break][break] “Please. Do it, to save the rest. Let my life mean something more than all the horrors I’ve had to watch but been unable to save people from in this place.”[break][break] May found herself torn between compassion and determination. Awash with confused and conflicted emotions. What was she supposed to do here? She couldn’t just kill someone! But if she didn’t, then they all died! [break][break] “Seraphina…I can’t…” [break][break] There was a long sigh from Seraphina, "Allow me to choose for you then."[break][break] Suddenly the room flickered and the platform May was standing on seemed to shift suddenly. Knocking May forwards, hard. She hit the coffin hard and as she fell she landed on the button, slamming it into it’s holographic housing. [break][break] “NO!” May cried! [break][break] Sparks began to flare up in every corner of the room, the inside of the coffin went completely dark, “I didn’t do it! I’m sorry!”[break][break] There came that warm caress again, smoothing over Mays’ cheek, “No, I did. That way you won’t blame yourself.” The voice was crackling and distorting as it came. [break][break] May stared at her hands in shock as she climbed back to her feet, “Why would you do that?!” She asked angrily. [break][break] “Because sometimes, someone needs to make the hard decisions for us. Go, save everyone. Be the hero you were meant to be. And promise me, that you’ll bury this place. Destroy it all. Don’t let that horrid plague find it’s way into humanity.” The voice grew fainter, crackling more. [break][break] The coffin exploded then, ribbons of light lashing out of it and impaling May through the chest. She expected pain, expected death. But instead her body was filled up with vibrant warmth, with strength she’d never known. She coughed, unable to catch her breath as the bright energy lifted her into the air. The specter of the girl inside the coffin appeared in front of her, smiling. [break][break] Seraphina reached out, pressing a hand against May’s cheek, “My quirk, will fill you temporarily. But it will only remain with you for a few hours at most. So make haste when you leave this place. And thank you, for trying to save me.” As the last words escaped her, the whole room flickered and sparked before the hum of energy disappeared entirely and the room was plunged into darkness. The last thing to go was the energy holding may up, dropping her to the floor with a resounding thud. [break][break] The heart of the facility was dead. 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