Burger

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

The act of cleaning prey was always messy. Still, eating something so... human like made him feel a bit gross. Monkeys and humans were pretty close, weren't they? Still, this was for survival. Survival survival survival. Fighting an ape was one thing, but cutting one up and dismantling it? Eurgh.

Oscar briefly spoke to Ettamri and then began his work on cutting up the ape. Guh. It wasn't very pretty. Splatters of blood covered Oscar. Thankfully, they missed Renauld, who had been standing a further away. As the beast's torso was torn into, Renauld was afflicted with a sudden case of the gags. He wasn't a very squeamish person, but he wasn't the type to look into the guts of a man-ape and be unaffected. He tilted his head down, closing off his throat in efforts of not gagging. It was a good thing his stomach was on a constant state of empty.

He helped Oscar where he could, lifting up meat, splaying bone, and washing out the blood with snow. It was definitely an experience. One that Renauld would never want to do ever again.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

With the brief recap for the new arrivals, the goddess firmly grasped Dahlia's hand and hurried her up the stairs. There really wasn't much that Dahlia could think of. Architecture wasn't her primarily field of study. But librarians were researchers! If she had the vast wealth of knowledge held within the pages of the library, she could surely make small talk about the architecture of the building. Wait, she was in someone else's home. She couldn't quickly run off into a dark hovel to study up on a conversation topic. Not now, at least. Up the next flight of stairs they went, arriving at a more open area. Three doors, one with a big A. No doubt standing for "Athena". Though, there was always a chance that it stood for something more cryptic like Aesop or Ass-kicking room.

Nonetheless, they entered the Ass-kicking room. It was a lot more empty than Dahlia expected. The rooms of the librarians (especially her own!) were always extreme messes of books stacked to the roof, loose papers everywhere, and the occasional librarian who mixed up rooms. Athena then announced that it was her room. Made a lot more sense than Ass-kicking, Dahlia honestly thought. With the announcement of getting right into it (of course, it was probably good to do this quickly as there were so many people waiting behind her), Dahlia complied. The room was looked clean enough. Gods and goddesses weren't allowed to do most of the icky things that made the bedrooms of mortal folk so disgusting.

"Well alrighty," Dahlia said as she began to take off her layers. First was the large overcoat, which she neatly folded up and placed on the ground. She then removed the hooded jacket, placing it on top of the overcoat. Next, she pulled off the thick wool turtleneck sweater, revealing a thin undershirt. Taking that off revealed yet another layer: a thin under-undershirt that barely covered her torso. Finally taking that layer off, a tight linen wrap that supported her chest had the metal hooks keeping it in place taken out and her back was finally free to experience open air. She carefully placed all of the clothes on top of each other, save for the wraps which she held to her chest for modesty. It was actually surprising that, even in the day's heat, Dahlia had the fortitude to endure it. Avoiding the filth of the outside was something worth fighting for.

Finally, she took a seat next to the goddess. She didn't speak much during this. After all, she wanted to sear every bit of the process into her retinas. She just looked to the goddess with a great expression of excitement.

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

drafting is for big nerds

i just do everything off the cuff and, if i don't like it, alt F4 and do it again tomorrow

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

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From the safety of her riptide, Six watched as the boy noticed her. Well, her presence, to be exact. The same way that she could ascertain the boy a threat, he could understand that whatever was under the ground was just as dangerous. She watched as he ran and left no respite for Six. Had he stopped to sate his curious desire, he could have faced the barrel of a pistol. It wasn't a good thing for Six that he listened to the danger.

But being in the riptide was like cheating. It was hard to see, but one could see until the complexity took over. In such a simple landscape—snow, open air, and trees—one could easily see the dangerous boy running back to the big snow vehicle. If the boy could sense danger like that, then she would need an actual distraction. Either someone who could avoid that ability of his or enough cannon fodder to preoccupy him. At least, she hoped. If his ability let him crush multiple heads at once, then she'd probably need to rethink her game plan.

By blessing, a new ally (or so she prayed) flew onto the scene in a car. The occupants were too difficult to discern. Someone moving at that speed in a vehicle was practically invisible. The car slammed on the breaks and the driver got out. They shot at her enemy, luckily. Then a familiar figure hopped out the back. A terrifying man as always; fat, horrible, but he moved like an angel of death. But the question was, did she ask for help? Could she handle it on her own?

Fat bastard or crushed skull?

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...

Fat bastard it was.

Quickly swimming to the car, she swam into the back seat and hopped back into the real world. Soaked in water, she emerged to the frost instantly collecting on her clothes, shivering as she rolled onto the hidden safety of the back seat's floor. The wetsuit she always wore wouldn't be able to keep her warm forever. She was used to cold, though. As long as this wrapped up quickly, she could warm up later. Frostbite was a bitch, but so was headcrush. Out of the two of them, you were considerably more likely to survive the former.

"Fucking kid crushes heads!" She choked out at the fat bastard. These were practically her first words she spoke to him by her own volition. "He's hiding behind the big vehicle thing!" She vaguely pointed to its direction from inside the car. Would the handler able to deal with it on his own? Honestly, maybe. Anything to increase her chance of living through the sudden firefight.

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

and i'm back

two months feels a hell of a lot longer than it is

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

@VitaVitaAR

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Phew.

Her sigh was that of relief. Atop a definite mess of corpses stood the blood-covered Aria. Fighting so many bandits at once wasn't difficult. It was really more like child's play; a slaughter more than a battle, really. Acting as the vanguard against a retreating force was always brutal on one's stamina. There was no time for rest; only a constantly stream of goons that one had to fend off. For a veteran such as Aria, she could fight on. However, by the sounds of the loud explosion and all of the battle cries and cheers, it was over. The bandits were thoroughly crushed. Those lucky enough to not by crushed by the slow advance of spears had thrown down their arms. Their deaths would wait for the capital.

With a great big stretch, she ascertained the men under her wing. They were fine. Mostly. Their armour protected them from the brunt of flying arrows and shattered steel. Save for one man who was temporarily blinded from blood splatter and a few cuts and bruises, they suffered no injuries.

Well, it was more or less time to report to their leader.

The carnage of where the bandit king had perished was considerably worse than elsewhere. Elodie sure must have done a number on that massive corpse... Not to mention that tree! A burning tree fell during the middle of a fight. Nearby the tree lay the corpse of the knight split in twain. Shame. Walking up to Fanilly, Aria gave her report. It was only the basics. No casualties, the bandits were unable to break through, not much else. With a whistle and a gesture, she called over one of the knights that she was in charge of. She curtly asked of him to gather a cart and blankets. She punctuated it with one final question to Fanilly.

"What was his name?"

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

It was over. They only Argen being seriously injured. Still, they had a healer. As long as he was healed, he'd be fine. That's what Renauld told himself, anyways. For many people, injuries like that were the end of careers. The fear of being struck like that overtook them. Being the vanguard of a party was, for most, a death sentence for even the hardiest of folks. It consisted of eating as many blows as possible, getting up, and eating more. Renauld was not jealous of Argen's position.

With a great sigh of relief, he sunk his staff into the ground to use as a support. Using magic really took the wind out of you, especially as quickly as he did. Well, he was going to do his part in helping everyone pack up. Well, four hands were better than two. He'd go and help Oscar dismantle the apes. Unless, of course, they went further to help whatever was ahead.

Still, leaving those two apes to flee left him a touch worried. Monsters weren't dumb; if they thought they would die, they'd run. But to what? To hide or to get help?

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

_@Demous

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Even though rain poured down on him, the Crane Pillar shuffled around his inner garden. With shears in hand, he pruned the overgrown vines that had taken over his fountain. Pillars rarely had the free time for such trite things. That didn't mean that they couldn't find time, however. Saburou had put forth as much effort as he could into his work. For weeks of skipping out on lunches to work more, he had finally made enough time so that he could dedicate his afternoon to his garden. Of course, life rarely worked out in such simple ways.

"Hey! Hey!" A familiar voice rang out. Oh no. Saburou's mood slightly soured as he looked behind him. A soaked crow hopped across the ground with an incredibly angry crane running after it. After a pained groan from Saburou, he began to yell at the crane. "Taro! Get away from that crow!" The crane suddenly stopped and stared at the garden tending pillar. With a large huff of its chest and flap of its wings, it flew up to Saburou's head in order to scratch at him with its talons. Quickly, Saburou cradled his head in his arms, eating the bird's flurry of swipes with his forearm. With another, disappointed huff, the crane landed back on the ground and hopped back inside of the building.

With that bastard of a crane gone and the crow with message on foot, Saburou let out one last sigh. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get just one day off.

Travelling to the Storm Pillar's estate wasn't an enjoyable experience. Traveling in the middle of a rainstorm was never enjoyable. Still, his duties called for it. Traveling from city areas was, thankfully, considerably easier than those who lived on the outskirts of civilization. Trains ran from station to station, turning what would have been a hours long trek into a single train ride and a brisk walk with an umbrella.

With Sayuri, his disciple, the muddy roads finally came to an end as they approached the large estate. Large and traditional, it was nothing like the city in which they resided in. It probably would have been easier if he had just traveled by himself. Still, what was Sayuri to do if she was alone? Look at the corps' financial records? Haul around spools of fabric in the storage? Tend to his garden? With him finishing up the local investigations, there really wasn't any duty that he could get her to complete. At least, not until tomorrow. Instead, he decided that he would take her along for the ride. It was always good for demon slayers to get a grip on the inner workings of the organization. Maybe even make a few connections along the way.

As always, the estate of the storm pillar was unlike his own. The atmosphere was always too tense for him. The large foreboding building, the ornamental students he kept at each exit, and the general rigidity of it all. Such a place was apt for the head of the executioner squad; not exactly meant for the man who had the responsibility of looking over finance reports, keeping inventory, and allocating resources.

Now at the entrance, Saburou turned to his disciple and spoke to her.

"Sorry, but you have to wait outside in the rain. As much as I would like to show you how some of the pillars operate, I am absolutely certain that the Storm Pillar would be upset at me if I took you inside. Still, it is a good opportunity to meet some demon slayers. You can use my haori to stay warm, if you would like. Sickness is much too common in this weather." Without even waiting for a response, he took off his crane-embroidered haori, handed it to her, then left the umbrella leaning against the wall. While such a gesture was noble, it would be incredibly awkward if she actually didn't want to use his haori. He would have just dumped his worn clothes on his disciple.

Entering the building was even more tense than usual. Something bad happened without a doubt. Once everyone had arrived, the eldest of the pillars spoke of treason and betrayal along with the details behind them. It was always a rough subject. Finally, he asked for their course of action.

"We should be careful in our actions," Saburou interjected. He may have been a pushover, but he was by no means shy. "At such a turbulent time for Japan and our organization, we have to be careful in how we handle this situation. If, by worst case scenario, this is not a mere ideological dispute, then the entire organization might be fractured by our actions. If the numbers of those who align themselves with them are great, then brash action could only lead to another war. In any case, I would seek to open a dialogue in order to understand what has caused this."

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Finally untangled from the mess thanks to Athena's angry shout, Dahlia's body was crushed no more. With a great big stretch, she realigned her spine to a survivable state. Though, that was only metaphorically. Her spine was fine, in reality. If a mere dogpile could break it, she had no claim to be an adventurer (not that she could just yet, anyways). Despite just being crushed by no less than 8 people, she was still as chipper as she'd always been. After all, the clothes she wore acted as a barrier against the outside filth and rabble.

Though, she'd burn the clothes later. They were much too soiled for any method of washing to clean.

After the goddess introduced her two children (if you could call the old man that?), Dahlia had decided that it was only polite to greet them too.

"Hello Grentiloch," she said before turning to the pallum, "hello Tira."

Then the foxgirl introduced herself to Athena, ignoring the rest of them. Weird, but okay. Dahlia's hearing was decent and she could listen in on the introduction. Once it was finished, she turned to the foxgirl, gave a nice bow, and gave a polite "Hello Ayame!"

Then the other pallum, one that boldly stood in front of the goddess in order to get her attention, introduced himself. Of course, Dahlia popped out of the woodwork to greet him with a nice "Hello Triss!"

Now she was just waiting to be dragged along to the next area to actually see the process of acquiring a falna with her own eyes. After all, if Athena kept on introducing more people, then Dahlia would have to stop and say hello to every single one on the way. It was a good thing all of the mook adventurers left. If they hadn't, then Dahlia would have had to spend a solid hour in a meet and greet.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

Oh. WWI. My bad. So this is gonna be an AU thing then?

@KOgaming

you do realize that world war 1 started near the beginning of the taisho period and ended halfway through, right?