AtomicNut

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Huh, Get better soon.

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

Shiki was not having a good day indeed. After some token looking, he had been unable to find both of the young girl's parents. It seemed that it was all for naught, as others already found the rest of the stranged girl's family. Now, he could resume his patrol... up until he felt a very characteristic chill down his spine.

He muttered under his breath as he saw the THING looming behind him, the mere presence creating chaos and widespread panic. Some of the MYO were already in the offensive, but as he quickly assessed, the stuffed cursed monstrosity was a juggernaut. He pulled out his phone in reply to the announcements that blared over.

"Shiki here. Will attempt to restrain and exorcise." He curtly shouted in the phone, before neatly putting it away, and drawing a summoning talisman. He unsheathed his sword so slightly, cutting one of his fingers, empowering the tag with his own blood.

"Go, Yamabaka" Shiki said, as in a quick motion, the tag exploded, materializing a red, well-muscled figure, who then eyed the bizarre monster with glee.

"OI, SHIKI! YE WERE HAVING ALL THE FUN WITHOUT OLE ME!" The oni brazenly exclaimed at the top of her lungs. "I BETCHA YER ARE FULL OF MOCHI!" The simplistic yet strong demon exclaimed, as she headed right into the fray, and attempted to clasp and supplex one of the bear's legs.

Shiki, on the meantime, had no time for the creature's japes, as he closed his eyes and clapped his hands, starting an exorcising chant.

I Was Summoned to A God's Office and his Secretary Transported Me to Another World?! (Accepting!)

Celeste just let a long groan, before slumping headfirst on the counter, admiring the grain of the woodplanks up close for a while. "Hababajhga" She mumbled incoherently, letting her ears be immersed in the crude talk and jokes.

Bandits? Sounds like a plan. Celeste registered mentally as she raised her hand. "Add another drink for me. Rough day being a priestess of the Lady of Light." She groaned, as she eyed the troubled individual.

"Those bandits seems like they could use some spiritual guidance, aswell." She half-cracked a joke, blatantly ignoring the third girl coming to announce what she had done with the money. Supply talk, already? Pah! She scoffed ever-so slightly. This seemed like a first quest in the brewing, so it was worth listening to whatever the other woman with the beer was saying.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Nero made no gesture as her smile faded naturally to a serious frown. Words were exchanged, and the young lady Cal did not even answer her attempt at goading her. Nevertheless the constant poking around brought her defenses down. To think the impatience of a child would pay off in the end with our interrogation. Nero thought, as she watched the scene unfold. She flexed her fist slightly, upon hearing the records of the more-than questionable exploit of the mages.

...Heh, if left alone to their own devices, they could probably would've caused worse. I can't help but believe that by stealing it, they did us a favour to reveal the peril that lurked underneath our very noses. Her factions seemed to react, even become warmer from the briefest instant. That Cal girl... she'd lie if she could not find sympathy for her. After all, she also had suffered something related. Nero sighed.

"You did well, considering the circumstances." Nero let a concession slip by, as she eyed the Cal. "I would still like to have tea with you once this is over..." She added, trailing over off trying to find the complicity of her other half...

Which wasn't even looking at her, instead she was struggling up and close with the giant defender of Veileena, trying to squeeze her figure past the unassailable knight, an extremely concerning look in her face of pure bliss. "Aww, come on I can braid your hair, and feed you cakes like the mini captain and squish your cheeks." Sult said in moan, flailing helplessly.

It was then when, like a shot, Nero's hand gripped something in Sult's head. Her twin sister's ear.

"OWOWOWOWO...LEMME GO NERO! I WANT A LITTLE SISTER." She blurted out, making obvious her true goal. Nero sighed.

"And I want a normal little sister. It's unfortunate neither of us do get that wish." Nero glared at her own sister, when something happened that caught her attention. Tyaethe, the Paladin, apparently had lost her marbles. Not without reason as the bandit attack bore relation to the rebellion of years ago. The elder Sunfield tried to reach her, but with her sister in tow, she could only watch how tensions escalated, after Sir Indrau joined the fray.

And the unthinkable happened. Loosened by a peerless aim and swiftness, an arrow careened towards the back of Tyaethe's head, hitting the Holy Undead with a notorious thud. Immediately, the knight traced the source of the arrow. And there she was, the elf knight, her bow ready in her nimble fingers.

"For the love of your dear Mayon. Get a grip Tyaethe. Smashing one vermin more won't make a difference at all." She added, oozing smugness. It was not everyday that the senior knight was in a position to be patronized, a fact that Umbra capitalized greedily, her elven factions half-cocked in a reassured smile.

You wrecked those poor horses, after all.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana contemplated thoughtfully the variety of expressions in the female ghoul that had been just spared. She also took notice of her still state of semi naked-ness, but it wasn't an important issue right now. Words were exchanged, and Takumi seemed all too eager to help, and talk about forgiveness. The voice of Itsuki, however had earned her undivided attention for a split second, and she clasped her hands in an acknowledging gesture.

"Hana-chan apologizes for the lame name. Hana-chan will let Itsuki choose an invention name when he gets to invent something that can save hundreds of ghoul lives." She said, a curling in her battered and chapped lips, savouring the invective far more than she should. She lingered in that position for a while, before composing herself for the next part. "About the staying part, that depends. Have you actually cooled off?" Hana let the question linger, without waiting for an answer.

Her next stop were the kids, surprisingly enough. The eldest female ghoul smiled once more, this time gently. "I'm sorry, kids. This has been a difficult moment and you needn't to watch this. Hana-chan has to get serious one last time. It won't be long. Hana-chan promises." She cooed, as once more she assumed a position in front of the other female ghoul.

And her stare was pure ice, her expressions had flushed out in a rather striking livid visage. She scratched her chin, once more, before looking at Takkun, then at Itsuki, and finally to Rin.

"I've got this. I will try to appear a better ghoul than I am and with any luck I will escape. That is what you're thinking, right?" Hana replied, her voice coarse and almost like a whisper."You're insulting my intelligence. Forgiveness? You. Are. Heinous. A monster. You've raised your kagune against your kin countless times. You've consumed your kin countless time. You have hurt my siblings. You tried to kill kids. And what for? You're barely functional now. You don't know wether to eat, mate or kill. Or all at once."

Hana clenched her fists, as she kept piercing Miyako with her gaze. "You've endangered this clinic, whereby I perform healing on fellow ghouls after a hard-earned medical knowledge i stole from humans. And now probably the CCG will burn the place down, because of your actions. For all of this, you deserve my enmity, actually." Hana finished her harsh spiel with her kakugan flaring to life. Until she covered her eyes with her hands, irises returning to normal.

"But I already have the worst enemy i could think of. I need not to burden myself with grudges and spats. Because the weight of this sick, maddened world is more than enough." Hana said, in a tired tone. "I saw my beloved parents burning to death slowly. Itsuki's one love was brutally killed by our kin, for she was human. Rinrin will never talk normally again. And these kids are orphaned, and their eldest...was taken by agents. And Takkun, who was human once upon a time, is now hunted by his kin."

She paused, before stretching out a hand to Miyako, an ominous pointed finger. "So, I am going to take revenge on this world in the most insulting and humilliating way possible. Wherever there's wrongs, I will make rights. I shall heal, instead of kill. And you Miyako, one who is one of the best examples of this corrupt world, someone who has been riddled with Dissociation and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder fracturing your mind, shall be my Masterpiece. This is my pride as Ghoul and as a doctor."

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

Accepted.

Nice to have someone using shikigami again!

@VitaVitaAR

So Shiki doesn't count as someone.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

I promise to get some stuff out tonight! And don't stop rping on my account!

@Chiru EDIT: I'd love to have Rowan reply soon.

EDIT 2.0: I wonder if Galeran should interact and freak out about the crow?

@AtomicNut

@AimeChambers

Up to you! Just dont destroy the crow's message.

I Was Summoned to A God's Office and his Secretary Transported Me to Another World?! (Accepting!)

It seemed as if the group agreed in walking down the road to the nearest town, so the once-upon-a-time scientist had not many qualms to complain to follow. She did pay little attention to her surroundings, merely noting that some of the beasts were unlike anything she had ever seen, even in books. She would like to have more information as a regard. And that was such the reason why she was only paying token attention to where they were going. Flicking through the Book of Prayers, she greedily skimmed through the pages to know the hows and whys of her current predicament. As well as the policy of her... "employer", the Lady of Light.

Her attention was brought upon the subject that the buildings did look the old-style fashioned craft. Huh, I've seen those kind of buildings before, at granny's place before. But they were still made with modern methods... So I take this is probably some kind of a backwater place with no industrial revolution in sight. There were talks about what to do. Some said supplies, some said the inn.

And there was the elf child screaming and freaking out. It probably beget a sort of response. "I don't know...why shouldn't you be an elf child? I mean... elves are usually the big winners in this kind of situations." The young female cleric seemed to peter out. "...it's not like in my case they also preserved my body, you know. Mostly because..." Celeste seemed to freeze for a moment, shock still lingering in a corner of her mind. "...I was decapitated by a bus." she seemed to finish in a barely audible whisper, before reexamining the situation.

One of the other girls had decided to no say a word, and head to the tavern. It wasn't a bad idea, given the circumstances. Gather some information was paramount. She dug a coin out of her pocket, and weighed upon wether it was okay to use the given money for such task. I mean, it's not like she was going to get drunk on that money. She needed information. And probably things would make more sense if some kind of ale had been taken in the meantime.

I was killed and then genderbent. I could use a drink.

She silently nodded. It seemed that the stoic woman had the same idea, given how curt her response was when questioned by another person of the group. She seemed the overbearing type, trying to keep herself useful by pointing out every single detail. She was promptly shot by the first girl, who explained throughoutly that she was treating this as a gathering information kind of task... and...

Isn't me or did that sound like something straight out a military doctrine book? Specially the term supplies. She pondered. Tavern woman seemed somewhat...intriguing. The choice of words and the steady response seemed like something she herself could abide with.

Meanwhile, another person, this time a teenager guy, approached the woman, and wanted to do the chivalrous thing. She could hardly fault him. She herself fancied herself as courteous, righteous man when it came to these kind of situations. It usually ended up in stutter, though. She bit her lip as she fidgetted, producing some coin of sorts. Sorry, my lady. But this is for the greater good of your name. She mumbled a half cynical apology. Information gathering was important. But she also needed a drink to steady her rollercoaster of thoughts.

"I'm going too. I'm parched." She muttered in half a mumble, to the other two.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

And posted.

Edit: Just to be clear. The crow is fair game.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Ally

Alecto's careless swings were interrupted all of a sudden when she felt an encroaching presence upon her. Signals in her mind fired, trying to spur her body into action, but she managed to rein her reflexes in time, as the other presence engulfed her. She quivered ever so slightly, spasming in genuine surprise as she suddenly noticed how the old champion had followed her into the courtyard, and was now prying the sword out of her hand.

"m-MLord!" Her voice squeaked, half genuine, half acting as she decided the play the role that was given to her. Even though in her inside, she could not help to point out this man, who still smelled like the food he had been served was perhaps, a hound in more ways than one. Ye gods, Lord Volkshart, you really can't help but seek a woman to touch your sword. She wryly noted in her insides, as she sheepishly followed the flow of events. She was not Alecto, the Knight of Sin, but a hopelessly lost and clumsy maid. Her whole body quivered upon feeling the somewhat diseagreeable cold touch of the old man on her hips, but she made no attempt to fight or rebuke him. After all, he was supposedly well above her station. A myriad of options were displayed before her, perhaps she could try planting the seed of doubt in this man's ear rather the prince, and entince him with false love.

All fell flat, when she examined the sword she had been provided. Truly a beatiful, eerie sword, that resembled something not of this world, was not set in her hands. A true sword of a champion. She couldn't help but break her disguise slightly, allowing herself a concession on the craft. "Such a beatiful blade." She said with applomb as she held it tightly with her hands, following once again the instructions of the captain. Briefly inebriated by the quality of the blade, she pondered if she should aswell reward the man with a show of her true skill, probably worthy of that blade.

Her eyes again rested on the prince and his aide, and she realized this was not such a time for concessions, for she could be easily discovered if she did so. She then tightened her grip, and proceed to swing, timing the release of the grip of such a weapon that was sent flying against a wall, ricocheting in a rather spectacular manner, and finally falling in a pile of mud, as she skipped a step in the most clumsy of manners.

"Whoops...I'm sorry m'lord, So sorry." She snapped in a exaggerated bow, hiding her entire face in shame.

Serves you right, old man. Pity there's no manure or a well nearby. She mentally added.

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The Witch

Laborious sounds. A blade soaked in crimson. A human and a beast gasping for air, both trapped in a deep crevice under the surface of the earth. The shades muddled their senses, and the cold accentuated the pain of the grievous wounds both beings had caused to eachother. On one side, a woman dressed in dark rags, stained with the colors of earth and blood, with a dagger in hand, which, despite being bathed in crimson still glinted ocassionally whenever the odd ray of sun licked the bare blade. On the other hand, a creature of myth, akin to a white horse, and yet not. Cloven hooves, a tail not unlike a lion and a prominent horn with a twisted pattern, but beatiful in its design. An unicorn, one of the last of their kind, probably. The woman gritted her teeth. Such a wonderful beast, who had put a fight for its life with all of its might. Red oozed from the various spots where the horn of legends had gored and pierced the flesh, and numbness and breathing pains where its hooves had smashed bone and muscle. Brown eyes from beneath a frazzled raven mane eyed at the beast. Her chapped and cut lips uttering a whisper.

"Forgive me, but I have to end your life." Lucrecia gritted her teeth, as she willed her body once more, the dagger describing a fatal arc into one side of the animal. A final, painless blow to an epic struggle that had started hours ago. The Witch of the Black Blood felt cold, miserably and numb. She had lost so much blood in life threatening wounds. And yet she did not waver in the slightlest.

Adhémar needs me. Even if he will never admit it. Lucrecia bit her lip, as she collapsed to her knees, the efforts finally taking the toil on her old body. Gripping the mud, she crawled towards the deceased beast, intent on taking the horn. According to her books, and her own mother's teachings, an unicorn's horn was the panacea. The universal remedy. A remedy she was risking her life for. And yet...

The feeling, the sensation of helplessness, and the pain she was feeling in her soul was beyond any kind of physical wound. She still remembered clearly, clutching her locket. Her only rememberance of the days she had once been a queen, and a mother of princes and princesses. The glass of the locket had two cracks. The first one had appeared years ago, when her daughter Ariana had died during childbirth. So when the second appeared, she knew Death was stalking her eldest son. She could feel it in her bones, and her divination sense pointed this was true.

It had happened a cold day, not unlike this one. And one man had braved enough to venture in the forest, to deliver her a message. Clad in the sigil of the Kingdom of Hiertania, he carried a single missive, a letter with the royal seal. That's when the locket cracked again, as a harbinger of things to come. The letter delivered the news, in the penmanship of her youngest son. The king was sick, and he had been made regent.

And even if she was hated for what she was, a witch, it was equally true that they were her flesh and blood. Her children. And they needed her. So, after writing a quick reply and entrusting it to one of her trained crows, she set forth to hunt one of the most elusive beasts of the Black Wood. A legendary creature, with the power to purify and heal. She had spotted it several times, and each of them, she just respected the life of the majestic animal. But it was different now. She had already lost a daughter. She couldn't bear to lose another so quickly. It took her no small amount of effort to find it, but she persevered. Her efforts bore fruit, but not after a long and strenous chase. Her magic could not help, for such a blessed creature would never be affected by all the curses she could weave. As the unicorn turned to confront her and pierce her shoulder, the ground gave in, sending both of them tumbling down a deep crevice in the forest.

Inside the forest's belly, she had fought to the death with the beast, armed with naught but a knife, all other weapons rendered useless with the fall. And she had emerged bloodied, but victorious. But she could not rest now. She still had so many things to do. Pushing herself to the point of almost losing consciusness, she crawled outside the pit, the excised horn now firmly attached to her back as a trophy. The blood continued to flow as wounds kept being reopened and flayed, but her stoic demeanor resumed. She could not afford to even use magic to cure herself, as she would need it for a greater miracle. The ability to travel long distances in a blink.

Just...hang in there, my son. I'm going back to the castle. Lucrecia bitterly reminded herself, as she staggered towards her hut, where she would employ the magic circle to spirit herself away with the cure. Only a few preparations remained, and she could finally rest...

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Deep inside the castle, the black presence loomed. In swift movements, it skipped from shadow to shadow, evading the guards. It had one objective in mind, and it kept a steady pace. It would not be uncovered before it was due. A task had to be done, a mission had to be accomplished.

Also that was a nice stack of papers. Maybe there could be even bugs hidden in there. The black creature stared in awe, as the shadows revealed its true avian form. Black feathers. Black bill. Bigger than a songbird. Smaller than a falcon. The crow's black beady eyes looked at the stack of papers, and the figure which was signing them.

"CAW" The beastie said, in its strident voice, as it began to peck the "sum of all taxes of all Hiertania for the current year" greedily, perhaps probably thinking that the letters were bugs. It stopped frustated after a while, and twisting its head so slightly, its tail wobbled ominously and...

...THAT wasn't the kind of signature these documents needed.

Of course, for all the crudeness of the bird, something else could be noticed. It had a small strip of something tied to one of its claws. Lucrecia's answer. If one were to catch the stupid crow, the letter would announce its purpose in clear penmanship.

Dear Son,

Your news have reached me. And my heart aches. But, I shall not falter. I shall bring a cure to your brother. I shall bring an unicorn horn, the Panacea of all remedies to cure your brother, the King. Stay strong, Adrian. I love both of you, even if you are grown men right now.

With maternal love,

Lucrecia.

PS: Watch out for that bird, it has a tendence to relief itself in the most incovenient of places.