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DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

He quickly got the impression that Koph was kind of touchy. Personal space in the orphanage has been a luxury so it did not bother him, though he had his limits. A part of him was disappointed that he would not be be going alone into the dungeon. He had something to prove after all. Still, he would not object.

His eyes followed her hands, which he noticed to be constantly tapping. Was she that full of energy or was it a nervous habit? When her fingersstopped, her hips took their place and her attitude made him lean towards the former "Yeah dying is definitely not good." He lightly laughed.

He softly sighed "Its Vol-" he barely managed to say before Koph darted out of the bedroom "Ah nevermind." He lamented as he chased after her, leading finally to the kitchen which seemed a bit cramped. There Amaterasu-sama awaited them "Good morning Voltaire. I hope you are hungry." She stated with a pleased look in her eyes.

His eyes looked suspiciously at the food laid out on the table, not used to having some make food with him in mind "Yes, I'm starving in fact." A glad smile creased his lips as he sat down. He heard that familia were often like families, so this must be part of that.

DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

Voltaire managed to relax as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up. Now that they stood side by side, he found he was barely an inch higher maybe even less. He had pretty much fallen asleep in his normal clohtes, a light blue-gray t-shirt and black trousers but her outfit was far more exotic. He stared down at her hand after hearing her give her name and in turn ask for his. Not as edible? Squid poor grow? What a weird amazon she was. Silver-blue eyes met Koph's as sent out his own hand and gripped her forearm, well as least she wasn't that bad to look at "Voltaire Belemont, And it's 'Quid pro quo' I think." A half-smile curved on his lips, his voice near maturity but not quite there.

The half-smile soon faded as the part he bypassed came back to mind "Wait, partners?" Confusion gripped his expression. That was not something he expected to be told right out of the gate.

DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

The moment that Voltaire had received his blessing he wanted to march into the dungeon right there and then. Amaterasu was pretty quick to remind him that he had neither a weapon or a guild advisor, both were fairly important to have before venturing into the dungeon. Besides the two facts, She expressed concern for his health and insisted that he rest for the night.

"Here. You can have Solome's bed. Make sure you get plenty of rest." The smile on the goddess's face was one he could not argue with, her voice filled with kindness "Alright, but tomorrow I can go to the dungeon?" He asked while lowering his body onto the bed "One step at a time my child. I'll see you once you wake up. There might even be another member of our familia waiting to greet you." With that said, she left him alone with a smile. Voltaire laid his head on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. Now that the excitement had died down, he discovered that he far more tired than he thought. Within moments, the young adventurer was out cold in a heavy slumber.

His exhaustion had been so great that no dreams passed through his mind while he slept. Voltaire was so deeply in this sleep that he could not feel his body being examined and prodded nor the shift in the bed. It had honestly been the best sleep he had in a long time. Soon though, it was time to awake. His arms were the first indication he was waking up as they stretched up above his head. They soon returned as he rubbed the sleep from his silver-blue eyes so that he could open them fully. The sight of Koph looming over him caused him to nearly jump out of the bed. A shock running through his body as sat up in the bed now, his heart racing and chest tightening. Everything calmed down a little as he saw that it was girl, well an Amazon actually.

Fingers ran up his face and into his mess of hair, before looking over at the silent watcher "What a wake-up call..." Voltaire mumbled, the last thing he expected to wake up to was another person looking over him. Was this that other familia member Amaterasu-sama mentioned before? "Would you mind telling me who you are?" He asked plainly, she had certainly jump-started his body's wake up sequence.

DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: 𝒱𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉

𝒜𝑔𝑒: 17

𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒: 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒻-𝐸𝓁𝒻

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒:

𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎:

Voltaire grew up on the streets of Orario as an orphan, owning almost nothing except for his name. The few possessions he did have growing up were either donated by some charitable indiviual, which was very rare, or he stole from other kids. Needless to say, he sometimes found himself getting into fights which he didn't always win. Worse than the defeat was getting scolded by the Orphanage caretaker when he got home.

Once he was old enough, he would pick up odd jobs in order to make some money for himself. Every morning he would watch the adventurers gather in front of the tower before heading in, his eyes filled with amazement at their equipment and aura. The first purchase he ever made was a wooden training sword which he practiced with every day, pretending to slay ferocious monsters. One day he bumped into a drunk adventurer leaving a tavern and was berated and mocked. The adventurer confiscated his precious wooden sword after declaring that a street urchin like Valtaire would never make it pass floor 1.

Hot tears fell down his face as he tried to fight for it, only to be beaten down again and again. Despite his body aching from the hits, Voltaire now viewed his childhood dream in a different light. It was not enough to pretend. He needed to train so he could be strong enough to join a familia. Every day after that incident for four years he would train his body, going on long-distance runs through the city and performing exercises where he could. He eventually became obsessed with the training, pushing himself more and more each time. That was until at last on a bright, sunny day he passed out.

When he awoke, Voltaire was in a strange building he did not recognize. This was the residence of the Amaterasu familia, and the one who carried him there was none other than Solome. After giving Voltaire some water, He introduced the goddess to him along with the offer to join. Awed by the goddess's beauty coupled with the culmination of years worth of dreaming, he accepted the invitation. Life as an adventurer began right there for him.

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎:

Voltaire as his core is sarcastic, hard-working individual. He is willing to go through anything to become a better adventurer. Life as a poor orphan has made him obsessed with the more luxurious aspects of life. At the same time, he knows how to make the best of the bare minimum of supplies. While he tries to be a decent person, he is not afraid to get his hands dirty.

DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

@TaroAndSelia

DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

"For this I give you, children of the lower world. A place to become strong. A place to become the heroes needed to protect your world, born of my own divine power. Struggle. Grow. Find the strength to carve your own path. You will forget me with time but you shall know my love."

Orario. The city of adventurers. At its center is a grand tower and below it lies the source of Orario's prosperity: The Dungeon. Those wishing to seek wealth or power within the dungeon must first join a deity's familia. Ever since the first gods and goddesses decided to join their children of the lower world Orario has become home to many different familias. One such familia belong to the goddess Amaterasu. Early in Orario's history her familia was quite large. As time passed, Her familia grew smaller and smaller as people drifted from the ideals she promoted until only one was left: a loyal adventurer and wise retired adventurer named Solome. Blindness had caused him to stop adventuring in the dungeon but he made it his mission to find new member for his goddess. After finding no luck, He managed to convince two aspiring adventurers to join this once great familia: Koph and Valtaire.

Time will only tell if they can save this familia from ruin but one thing is for sure: there is a lot of work to be done. The dungeon does not take pity on those who squander it. Rumor has even been going around that the dungeon itself seems particularly agitated with strange happenings occurring more often. It is a mystery even the top familias are unable to solve. Nevertheless, Koph and Valtaire must venture into its floors and perhaps in time discover what lies at its deepest level.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Reylan & Alisea

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Night of the Ninth

Reylan returned to his room shortly after escorting Kyo to hers, she didn't seem to understand why everyone was getting in a huff about the skull-mask girl. The last thing he needed was Kyo to wander off looking for the skull-mask girl and get into trouble, that curiosity of hers was beginning to grow the more she felt comfortable being among the guild. The weight of his clothes and equipment was lifted as he went through the menu, leaving nothing but a plain pair of dark purple boxers and a white t-shirt. He sat down at the desk and pulled out the blank book he had been using to sketch in.

On the left side he drew Uchaka's mask but in a far more sinister design, one befitting of a ruthless murderer. However on the right side he drew something different. Painstakingly he drew the image of Uchakah sitting alone at her table, a bright red name tag marking her for all to see. Dark shadows drawn whispering to each other were slowly closing in as Uchaka looked down solemnly at the table. Reylan took a moment to look at both sides of the picture, trying to see the truth of his own thoughts in them.

The person he saw looked more like the picture on the right. Marked. Tagged. Alone. A soft sigh escaped him as he closed the sketch book. Murder was something he just couldn't stand knowing the stakes of this game. However...perhaps that's why she committed the murder in the first place. It was possible that she had been put in a position where the only way to survive...was to kill. A pang of anger went through Reylan at the thought.

He moved towards the bed now far more tired than he previously was. Tomorrow was going to be long day...then again every day was now. People continued to rely on his for leadership and he would never betray that trust. No matter what happened in the future, he would guarantee that his guild-mates, his friends were taken care of. With that last thought, he drifted off to sleep.

Reylan and Alisea were seated at their spot amidst the numerous tables. He might not always agree with Alisea's point of view but she knew how to dissect a person's intentions like a surgeon...and that was why she was there, that and he trusted her the most. He watched carefully as Aramo took the stage and introduced himself. So this was the guildmaser of the Astral Blades? He thought as Aramo began to speak. All of Talrae? It seemed to him like a good portion of the players were missing from this meeting. Basic laws and guidelines? The game already had that established within the in-game governments, though a support system was a more viable addition.

When the time came to vote to approve this organization, it came all too quickly and all too fast. Reylan had actually been one of the few who raised their hands and despite the pressure from the room, remained true to his vote. It was not that he directly objected to the concept of a player-run government running alongside the game's but this was moving along too quickly and with far too reservations. The next thing said particularly grabbed his attention that confirmed a observation. A whole two-thirds of the players were not here and he wanted to establish the organization BEFORE getting the rest of their votes? Suddenly a bad feeling pooled in his stomach about this whole idea.

"Clever. Using Aramo's special drop item and this rare gathering of essentially everyone in Talrae, Reinor took the opportunity to advertise their guild. The more players who feel indebted to the Imperial Saints, the more power his guild will have."

"We don't have that kind of leverage but I think it would be a mistake to sit here without a word, don't you?"

"It would. Everyone is going to use this chance to claim more power, be it control or wealth. This is a golden opportunity. For example, one entrepreneuring Guild-master might try to establish a private military which would supersede the town guard."

A combined player base would easily be able to take over whatever in-game government there was and in the process create a dangerous split from the rules of the game, which excluding the death part had been fair. The only part of this whole facade that sat right with him was the joint front for clearly floor dungeons. That made the most sense out of everything stated so far. In any case, he could stay silent no longer.

"I have to agree with you on that. I'd rather not be tying our hands and feet just to be part of this. I believe its time I made the Legion of the Wolf's voice heard." With that he stood from his seat "Aramo, I would like to say something." Reylan was done messing around being leader. It was time for him to grow a true spine "My name is Reylan, guildmaster of the Legion of the Wolf. While I'm still in favor of this organization, I have to admit I have my reservations. First off, I don't believe it is a good idea to rush establishing a government without the consent of the other players. A vote based purely on just the guild-masters? That is foolish. Secondly, I must ask how will these 'public finances' be obtained? Finally, who will be in charge of this group? A collective without some kind of speaker is hardly effective at actual decision making." Somehow he already knew Aramo would suggest himself as the figure head.

Kyo

@Trainerblue192
Kyo sat silently alongside River as the meeting began, eyes fixated on the stage. She managed to understand some of the concepts that were being talked about, having picked up it from the guild. It appeared to amaze her that so many 'adventurers' were gathered one place then she suddenly broke her silence after they talked about attacking the floor dungeon "River." She said with almost hopeful eyes "Are you going to go?" Her voice carrying that excitable softness it tended to.

Double Duty (A Highschool DxD RP)

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Desmond nodded in accordance with the plan "As you wish." His voice hid the contempt he had for this creature. He understood well enough that some devils leave their masters for good reason but once they become strays, they are nothing but a menace. Often when killing strays under Lucius's experiments he would imagine them as his father. Rage was a powerful tool in battle but it was something Desmond could hardly control once unleashed. The practice of steeling his emotions was to ensure this did not happen.

His thumb edged the hilt of the blade once more in comfort, a habit that had come about naturally. This blade was his connection to his mother, a reminder of the person who had given it all for him. It was perhaps a bit selfish of him but he would give his life for Alice just as well. Desmond leaned against the wall next to the door, arms crossed as he awaited the order to head out. Stray or even the Angel Michael himsef....Desmond would take on anything and anyone in defense of his lady.

Double Duty (A Highschool DxD RP)

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It was difficult not to look at the humans with contempt. Weak, pathetic creatures that barely understood the order of things. There was hardly any conversation made between him and Baradiel, not that he tried to initiate it. The concept of casual chatter was still somewhat foreign to him and he did not have anything to speak about outside of the peerage. Despite his distaste of humans, he found the differences between Seattle and London to be quite interesting. The sounds, the sights, and even the smells were totally separate from one another.

This unique factor of humans was not enough to keep his attention from drifting back to Alice and his home in Seattle. Desmond was more than eager to return once Baradiel stated it was time to go. Teleportation still made him uneasy but he handled the effects easily. He gave a respectful nod to Alice upon seeing her. Time spent doing nothing in London left the desire for battle in his heart. While the two talked, Desmond excused himself from the conversation and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge to drink.

Devilish Determination (A Highschool DxD RP)

Rath

Rath took a moment to consider his options on who should be going on recon duty. He knew he could trust both of them to take care of it however he needed an expert's eye on this "Claire will be going." He rose from his chair and rolled his shoulders as he wandered towards the door before stopping to look at his queen "I want confirmation these priests are conspiring with fallen angels. Gather any other information you can before night falls." He gave his orders. The last thing he needed was fallen angels making moves on his chessboard.

He turned to address Pan "Training is precisely what we will be doing. We will be doing mock battles in pairs today. Pan will face Allison and Alisaie will face..." A wicked grin grew on his face "Me" In the year since he started his peerage, Rath had not had to face anyone in close-combat. His magic was usually enough to take care of any trouble-makers. However there was something in the air and Alisaie would have no partner otherwise.

His face grew serious once again "I can't shake a feeling that something major is going to happen that we're going to be sucked up in." It a simple policy he expected each of his pieces to observe and in turn he would do so himself. That simple policy was honesty "Let's head out to the forest to the usual spot. I hope none of you have been slacking in your exercises." A short, menacing laugh escaped his lips.