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i love the battalion system so much

mostly because of stride

every time the mission says "defeat the boss" edelgard is just going to yeet herself across the map and dunk them straight to hell

Re:Unison

The rest of the mooks got into their teams, Emi was already ready to start some shit. In a swift kick, she swung her left leg, Viscera, into the air. At the peak of its arc, her leg popped off with an odd squelching noise alongside a startled yelp from the newly created projectile. Into the fray he went, splashing on the grass with goo splattering on practically everyone around. Emi, meanwhile, swung a little too high and lost her balance. Her ass was on the grass and her massive mop of hair was blocking her vision, but that didn't dissuade the gremlin of a girl.

"Go, number 37!" Her command exploded in the middle of their battleground.

Viscera sighed and began to transform. Quickly, the false skin split into strips reminiscent of tendrils. From a peachy white to a deep red, muscle began to grow, stretch, and expand. Ichor sprayed on those adjacent; harmless, but slippery. Form began to take shape as the Cronenberg horror turned into a more coherent form. While mid-transformation was horrific and made those witnessing want to avert their eyes (sans Emi and those were had the mental fortitude), the end result was much more suitable for combat. At a hunched over 7 feet tall, an unstable figure emerged. With 6 arms and flesh that constantly bubbled and warped on a thin, skeletonized and wire-like figure, it was apparent that this form was built for speed and not power. Save for the torso, every single bit of the speci

Magic began to form as Emi began to chant.

"B-b bb-bbb-b bb-b..." Actually, was it even a chant, or was she just making random noises again. Was it even magic that was forming? It wasn't apparent in the slightest. Her chanting stopped for a brief moment. "Get the spider lady bbb bb-b b b b bbb b..."

And with that, Viscera launched at her at an incredible speed. After all, he was pure muscle.

Wait, what team was she again?

✤ Delve ✤

The bolt that Varanense had fired struck true. His bolt sunk deep within the lizard's nostril, embedding itself deep within. Had the beast not been mostly still, then it would be an amazing shot. Instead, it was just what needed to be done. The lizard, however, barely reacted outside of a recoil of pain. It still bidded its time, its stomach flat on the ground.

Right after the path was clear and the chance of friendly fire was lowered, Kori's attack was much more... intense. As she thrust her blade in the wound, what she pierced was not flesh; it was dirt. Her blade reached the deepest out of anyone, with half of the blade inside of the lizard. Though much of the wound may not have been her own doing, the reptile recoiled even further, almost hissing in pain from his new wounds.

But it didn't. The lizard remained eerily quiet.

✤ Delve ✤

It was just enough. Kori's was able to reposition and cast her spell right before it happened. With Oben's vitality linked to her own, he would be protected for some time. Unfortunately, he was right in the lizard's striking range. With zero hesitation, the lizard reared up and stared directly at him. Then, that horrible croak echoed in the room.

Chhrrrrrrrrrrr.

Varanense was able to see it clearly. The lizard's gullet had crushed the earth inside of it. Then, every muscle in his neck tensed and convulsed. It wasn't any of their doing; no, the lizard was making its move. Its head quickly jerked towards Oben, maw open wide. From deep within the gullet came a blast of a thick mud. It felt unlike anything he had ever felt before. It wasn't like being splashed by a puddle. No, this was more like being struck by a giant's hammer. Oben had no other option than to accept being launched back into the hole covered in mud. His entire body was difficult to move. Were his ribs broken? Maybe. The adrenaline made it hard to actually feel the pain. At the very least, he knew that he could still walk and move his arms. The mud all over him, however, was different. It felt constricting, as though it was slowly drying up and forming cement.

Kori felt the pain too. Getting struck in one place was one thing, but being struck all over one's body was entirely different. Oh boy, it hurt. If there was any similar feeling, it would be a savage body slam. One could recover, but they were still going to feel it in an hour.

"The natural order shan't be obeyed. Deform and mold to my will creating something anew rather than reborn. Disavow the endless reformation of time and create one final form: Gaia Spear!"

Penn had, meanwhile, been casting her magic. Offensive magic was always a useful feat; it often took much out of an adventurer, but its effects would often completely change the tempo of a fight. Formed from Penn's small, outstretched hands, fine particles of earth began to float and form a ball. Then, Penn snapped. Her pointer finger aimed directly at the beast's gullet. The center of the ball went first, causing a massive spear-like shape to form as it flew towards the beast. A direct hit, the spear cut into the lizard's skin. All though it was unable to pierce muscle, orbs of soft earth appeared between the layers of muscle and skin.

The lizard unleashed an unholy roar of pain as it ended its rearing. It slammed onto the ground, wheezing as it expelled the muddy goo from its mouth. For now, the adventurers would have an advantage.

During this time, Castor had made a mad dash around the beast. Taking cues from Varanense, he swung to take the monster's good eye. As the lizard attempted to catch its breath, Castor had thrust with all of his might; the eye was a much denser target than he had ever experienced. Schlrlrrrrk; the spear's tip entered the iris and then got stuck. The lizard, startled from losing a considerable amount of vision, quickly shook its head. Castor had to leap away, lest he be struck by his own spear shaft.

The lizard was unable to use its eyes and it had to recover. They would, most likely, be able to push in a few free attacks. Maybe, at least. They had no idea what this lizard was capable of.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Quinn Leiurus || Anarchy Red

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^{@Spike@KaijuBaragon@Nyahahameha@Aviaire@Riegal}

"Interesting ideas, Twunko. No idea what your motorcycle does, considering how a transport bus easily weighs twenty times that, but you do you." She then turned towards Marionetta. "Kinda strange, but okay. I can work with that."

Her plans (more like brief notes) began to fully take shape. She could see everything now; as long as her compatriots didn't absolutely moff everything up, the rescue would turn out fine. It was now time for action. With no further necessary discussion, Quinn left the villains with six simple words:

"Ten minutes to get your shit."

With that, she left the room to go to the prison's armoury and grabbed the supplies for the operation. Some armaments for the... less offensively inclined, some circuitry and wires, enough explosives to level a building, and a stun baton all to herself. After grabbing that, it was time for the opening night of their little play.

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Once in the air, Quinn had finally shared her plan with the others. With a few additions from the others, it remained mostly unchanged from her original plan. Throughout the entire ride, she had been (much to the disarray of the group) fiddling with the explosives and the electronics. She was making bombs. In a confined space. With their entire squad within the death radius. If she didn't know what she was doing, she would have blown them all to kingdom come. Thankfully, bombs of this calibre were like child's play to her. Easy-Make bombs, that's what they were. At the same time, she shouted the specifics to the others over the rotary noise of the helicopter blades.

"It's a classic offensive play. Hard to fuck up, unless you decide to do something that's not your part. The operation is in three groups, three stages. Groups first: Mario and I are on exfil. She's going to be in the air taking the real Animus home. I'm going to be jumping onto the bus and breaking her free. Wonderland and Shark-boy, you two are on distraction duty. You guys are going to do your best to start shit, get the cops on your ass, and then peel out none the wiser. If you can't lose them, I'll help you once I'm out. Corvus, you're on demolitions. All of these bombs," she shook the small explosive device in her hands, "are going to be attached to the shit birds you don't like. You're going to pilot them into and under the escorts. Once armed, the bombs go off when the red wire is pulled out. Just get your shitty birds to either collide into something hard or pull out the wire with their beaks. And stages are just taking control of the transport, pulling out a disguised Animus and creating a distraction, then everyone getting the fuck out of dodge. Just remember: we're going to make it look like Animus died."

And with that, it was time for the mission to begin. With a ton of explosives strapped to birds, Sharkboy and Wonderland placed neatly at the garage (if he agreed to the plan; villains weren't exactly the most cooperative), and the helicopter within close range of the transport, it was time for everything to begin. First up was Quinn; under the cover of explosive birds dealing with the transport's escorts, Quinn leapt a considerable distance from the helicopter to the transport. As she fell, her tail thickened and coiled. Timing was everything. Until the very last second, it remained coiled and ready to strike. Then, when she was only a fraction of a second away from brutally striking the roof of the transport, her tail extended with considerable force. The roof dented and Quinn rolled from the front all the way to the back, catching herself before she could fall off. Carefully reaching into her bag of many things, she pulled out a small disc with a circuit board on it and placed it on the back window. She could only hope that he allies wouldn't make asses of themselves and completely ruin their rescue.

Arachne || Judith Astera

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_{@Aviaire@Ryonara}

"Oooh, we're skipping classes~ That's some villainous behaviooure." Judith teased the two. Well, there was no point in delaying the hard, gumshoed detective work. She picked up her satchel with a great big tug and slung it over her shoulder. With a hop, skip, and a less-than-enthusiastic and rather pathetic second hop, she was off to the parking lot

The car that Damien had drove was definitely not a teenager's car. 100%, it was a daddy's money car. Well, no sense making fun of the car. That wasn't Judith's style. Well, that and getting kicked out of a free ride kinda sucked. When he pulled up to the pick up lane, Judith walked around to the passenger side door and entered the car. Eira talked about what they were about what their plan was (and the lack therefor of her own) and her own worries. Was it going to be dangerous? Well, they were just asking around about a few bad guys, weren't they? It wasn't like they were going to stumble around and do some really bad things to bad people.

"It's gonna be fiiine~ Besides, my little source of information is soft and lovable. No other man is as helpful as him~!"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gonna probably skip out on a few rounds because Aria is just acting as a rear guard still. Like a responsible person.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Warm stew was exactly what he needed. He was positively exhausted; his childlike vigor had dissipated, leaving behind a cold, wet, hungry, and tired lad. What he needed was some time by the fire to try to dry out his clothes, to warm up his belly with some nice stew, and then to take a power nap for his turn at the watch. As long as the evening was nice and slow, he felt like he could regain enough energy for the next day.

Then Oscar and Muu came back.

And oh boy, did they come back.

The sheer passive-aggressiveness that came from that ranger after being left behind, alongside the aggressive-aggressiveness that Ettamri used in kind. It annoyed the hell out of Renauld. He just wanted them to hush up, eat some soup, then rest. Instead, they launched into a flurry of rage and anger at each other. Justifiably so, even. Still, Renauld completely ignored to battling of the two. It wasn't in his blood to get in between people, nor was it in his body as he was much too tired for anything.

And that wasn't just the only outburst from the group. No, Siwon did... something. It was kind of weird and confusing. To Renauld, it had seemed that he was just incredibly mad at the two's bickering and voiced his anger in a kind of bizarre way. Katya (bless her soul) actually tried to mediate the angry knight. It didn't work, Renauld thought. It was like a nun confronting a brick wall, but her efforts were appreciated.

"So, uh, I got a snow hovel." He interjected to the group, ignoring literally everything that just happened. "It should be enough for everyone, save for those on watch."

He thought of immediately going to bed, but getting a bit more dry and warm (was it even possible) was a much greater proposition. Even if it cut an hour into his nap time, he would rather be a bit tired and dry than awake and frozen.

Re:Unison

When there was a fight on campus, that was always were Emi could be found. Battles were her life blood; they were the only thing that held her interest. When there was word of a tournament, it was a foregone conclusion that Emi was going to be there. Really, someone could just say the words "want to fight?" and Emi would erupt from a trash can, ready to beat the ever loving crap out of something. When two second years were about to start a tournament, Emi was there before they roped a single person in. It was as though she could smell a possible fight brewing. It was honestly kind of scary how fast she appeared the second they said the word 'fight'.

Though, the reality of the situation was considerably less cool and much more sad. She had been sleeping in a tree in that popular fight spot because she wanted to watch a few scraps here and there. When the possibility of her joining popped up, she was so excited that she fell out and alerted the two boys.

During their recruitment of random students and their arguments about teams, Emi had been chanting her favourite word until it lost all meaning. She must have said "fight" a few hundred times. It was like, the only thing she ever wanted ever.

After Fumi stormed off (Emi didn't care; that only meant less time between fights), it was finally time to star the actual prep to fight. Some random no-name decided to brave it all to nominate himself as a captain.

To which Emi instantly thought of him as a garbage can. What leader nominates themselves? Leaders had to be either democratically elected or kill all of the other candidates in a brutal contest of might! How could you even call yourself a leader if you don't kill at least twelve democratically elected officials?

No matter, being a leader didn't suit Emi. He could have it for all she could care. All she wanted to do was beat some nerds up!

Emi ignored the anxious and halfhearted introduction of the second girl. Not out of being rude or not caring, though. No, Emi was much too stupid to have any sort of distaste for people. She was just trying her absolute best to hold in her sheer amount of energy. Restrain yourself, Viscera would always say.

Viscera had been teaching Emi restraint. It was a Sisyphean task, but ordinary human behaviour was something that Viscera believed to be incredibly important. If he could even change Emi's personality by 0.1%, he would consider all of the hours he spent trying to pick at Emi's brain to be worth it. If she became even 0.01% of a better person, it would be all worth it. Well... 0.001% was a more reasonable goal for Viscera. Something about that girl just wasn't right.

By the time Emi was absolutely red in the face from holding everything (including her breath) in, Viscera knew that his restraint teachings had the opposite effect. Rather than learning to keep her impulses to herself, Viscera had unknowingly turned Emi's passion into a bomb. A horrible, horrible bomb that was embarrassing for everyone in audible range. Suddenly, Emi's leg began to speak.

"Oh Emi, please don't do this agai-"

"Oh! Oh! Pick Emi! Emi's good!" She exploded in a burst of energy!

"Oh lord..." All of the eyes that littered Emi's leg closed. He knew what was coming and he didn't like it.

"Emi will give 'em the ol' dick twist!"

Re:Unison

I will post 2morro, when I'm not besieged by a crushing sense of urgency and deadlines

Re:Unison

plot hooks are always fun