Burger

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

somebody's gonna get choked out if they make it out alive after this

@Click This

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I'd rather you all wait to post until OwO's had a chance to add something, if possible. Don't wanna leave the mountain-man lagging behind too much.

@Xaltwind

this is the power of posting last

will probably have something done within the next 13 hours

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

probably 18-25 range

most likely won't have encountered the lostman

i just like seeing the plot go forward tbh

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

we back in it bois

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

ancestral spirit barbarians are summoners don't @ me

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Lilliane's thought through pretty much every scenario she could. Even while watching the unfolding chaos in front of her, she couldn't figure out the specifics of what was going on. Like her, they all seemed to have special abilities. She couldn't exactly plan for it. They weren't just warm bodies anymore. Who exactly did her majesty send over the pond to deliver a single pallet? No, that wasn't right. It must have been something else. The pallet must have just been a "might as well" part of a general's plan. Not like she had any issue with that. If their objectives aligned, they were welcome.

The explosions were no help to her thoughts. Landmines? Tripwires and grenades? She could deal with them with her ability.

She had to choose between the pallet and the lives of people. If a stray mortar came to hit the pallet, there would be no form of protection for it. She just had to get this to end before that happened, eh?

In just a brief few seconds, her outfit completely changed. The raggedy coat and pants she wore to blend in had been taken off. What was revealed was a deep red dress shirt, snow-white pants and vest. Like some sort of magician, those crappy clothes that she held in her hand dropped onto the pallet. Still clutched in her hand was a large, fur-trimmed vanilla jacket. She threw it on, getting up from the palette that she had thought on.

She had a plan. Though, a plan was only good until the first arrow was fired. She'd work with what she had.

What she had was someone who got shot and nearly detonated but still had the will to shoot someone in the face, an apparent healer who escaped some seriously fucked up trap (seriously—rope would have sufficed), and a woman with a tank. She could work with that.

Rushing forward to the cover of the tank, she would make her advance. Marvels of war, tanks were really. Somehow, the poorly named Englishwoman had the ability to fit one in her pocket for just such an occasion. She would be shocked but these days, everything was going up shit's creek. Plus, the existence of such abilities weren't new to her. So long as she could protect the tank from explosives, she and the rest of her sudden comrades could reach the fort safely. Maybe the Russian a little less so unless he wanted to carry that steel plate in front of his head. He seemed to be good at carrying things.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

when you have magic eyes to see past invisibility

or not, considering how i haven't decided if it's more interesting if he can see past that invisibility magic or let ciel do whatever he does

cross that bridge when i come to it

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

... he could've just asked Artemisia if he could get a ride too... xD

@Xaltwind

that would make him a coward who either has to ride with art's arms around him or his arms around her.

that sort of romcom is too early

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

local man forced to race horse and speed fiend

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

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To Locke, he was at least thankful for Cecelia being a scout. Avoiding trouble was as valid a strategy as heading onwards with strength. Comparing his method of transportation with the noble's spells and other-noble's horse, Locke was considerably less impressive. He was raised in the mountains. While he was a scholar first and foremost, the harsh environment of his homeland gave him a considerable endurance. Even though he was less dexterous than a deft swordsman, he could at least haul his ass over the ruins a horse couldn't. Through a mixture of alleyways that cut corners and ruins that were impassable for a horse, he managed to stay somewhat close to his horseback companion.

The obstacles in the way were insignificant. The magic that both he and Artemisia used was simple in nature, but ever so efficient. If someone charged at the duo, Locke simply bound their legs in the dark rope. If someone was about to shout for help, a quick blast of dark magic stopped that. Though, they attracted a disproportionate amount of banditry. Obviously because they were the only ones there who actually seemed to groom themselves and wear nice things.

Crumbled roads and alleys turned to a destroyed palace as they reached the center. Where they were at, at least, had no other people. Were they alone? Perhaps. Maybe there was another, but separated by another side. The small crystals that littered the center's streets were odd. A faint light. For the time, they had interested Locke more than the prospective treasure where the crystals had presumably led. Cecilia could handle following where they led, Locke thought.

The mountain man had his limits after all. Exhausted from actually running the entire way, spent the first few moments of rest and relaxation huffing and trying not to vomit. He didn't have a horse to ride on nor a spell to make the trip faster. He put in way too much effort getting to the center. Perhaps teaming up with the two nobles wasn't the best idea. Then again, if not them, then who? Thoughts for another time.

Cecilia told of her plans to climb all the way up. Probably for the best if she was the one that went. Let the two terrestrial mages stay down. Probably for the best. With a huff and puff, he replied to her request for assistance not with words but with action and a tired hand sign. Between his wheezing, he said what the fairy should do.

"Protect her."

Really, he just wanted to hurl at this point. Not because of saying something sappy like "protect her". More so that he just raced a horse.