Constantine

Fire Emblem - The Crisis of Akaneia

No he is not~

*Grins*

Fate/Eclipse

Occult Studies
Ukatan University
Louise

@Kaithas
@Twilightdragon

“Ah, princess Akane, my sweet, sweet little angel, how you brighten up my day,” Louise said to herself as she listened to Akane introduce herself, the dark haired girl effectively sparkling in Louise’s momentarily distorted reality. She grinned roguishly to herself. She had missed the opportunity to blow up any skirts this morning with her custom magecraft and was feeling the almost overpowering urge to cause an accident. She resisted, barely, if only because of the seriousness of the current situation. Not the class of course, the War. Once it was her turn she turned toward the professor and grinned at him with obvious cheer. “Good morning exalted one!”

“My name is Louise Evangeline Kotomi. First year chemistry. From France. I transferred here earlier this year thanks to some political mumbo-jumbo pulled by my dad. As for my name, weird right? Well, as it turns out my dad is from Japan and my mom, well, mom is a lot of things,” Louise said, her cheerful demeanour slipping only momentarily with the mention of her mother. She hummed thoughtfully for a moment. “Why did I sign up for this class?” she mused aloud, knowing full well that certain members of the student population and teaching faculty were of the mystical persuasion and knew the true nature of this class. How serious it actually was to certain individuals. “I took this class this class because I was told to,” Louise said with complete, unemotional honesty. The unconcerned look on her face suggested that this was no great deal.

Chemistry Department Rooftop
Ukatan University
Louise

@Flamelord

Once Louise was free to return she immediately headed straight for the Chemistry department. She was not worried about Archer per say, she would have known at once if something had happened to him through the link that they now shared, courtesy of their contract and the command seals that symbolised that pact. However she would not deny that she had spent a large part of the day wondering what exactly he had been up to. Researching the modern world, getting up to speed with current materials technology, maybe even researching the fate of the company that he himself had founded so many years ago. All reasonable considerations. She grinned roguishly to herself. Or perhaps he was indulging himself with some out of season ‘flower viewing' with those amazingly accurate eyes of his.

Gaining entry to the department was easy enough, even without her credentials. In place of her official key card she used a rectangle of ‘modified’ plastic and metal. Creating an exact copy of the card had been a difficult but rewarding experience. She had accomplished this by using the original key card as a template and had copied the cards physical and chemical make-up onto the blank card. Full transference of its chemical properties. The trick was easy enough in principle for a decent alchemist, though the alchemy circle had been a bitch to create. Once she got to the roof she summoned Archer to her side.

“How was the view!?” she called cheerfully, her meaning obvious from the look on her face. Joking aside her expression became more sombre and serious. “Are we ready?

Fate/Eclipse

It's fine! Are you well now? Or at least better?

@TwilightDragon

Well, I still throw up after every other meal and can barely walk, but at least I can sit upright and hold a coherent conversation...mostly...so yeah, getting better. If I don't get a post up tonight it will be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest (BST).

Fire Emblem - The Crisis of Akaneia

Sorry for the late post guys, and any quality concerns, still in the process of recovering. Try not to kill my bandit chief Vancexentan, if at all possible.

*Laughs cheerfully*

Fire Emblem - The Crisis of Akaneia

Silk took a moment to catch her breath, dusting herself off while casually side stepping an axe that came hurtling from the tavern interior. The explosion had given her a moment of respite, as well as some degree of initiative. She could ill afford to squander it by rash action. The situation was becoming complicated. Normally she would have agreed with Matthew’s assessment of the situation, that the best way to kill the snake would be to remove its metaphorical head. However it was his comment as to the hordes combined intellect, or lack thereof that made her consider a different approach. She was about to voice her plan when her ears pricked up at a sound that was all too familiar to someone in her line of work.

“As lovely as that sounds we need to leave, now. The guard will be here soon. Looking the other way is one thing, letting the city burn down is another,” Silk said with obvious meaning as she motioned to the commotion emanating from inside the tavern. She motioned toward a side street and headed into the darkness that it provided. It was a dead end but the wall at the far end was relatively low. She wandered over to it. She could scale it easily enough on her own. “You know, burning down a city isn’t something you do every day, you might want to keep a low profile, at least for a few days,” she said as she offered him a leg up should he need it. The sound of armour was getting closer.

Once on the other side Silk carefully scanned the area before advancing into another side street, equally dark and dismal with only the faintest glimmer of illumination from above to light their path. The sound of the commotion was broken up now by the sound of an angry, authoritarian voice that with each step faded into the background. “Those idiots didn’t have the combined brain cells to track me down, not to that tavern, let alone this city. The fact that they were waiting for me on some highroad is even more suspicious.”

Silk increased her pace slightly, eager to be away when the arrests started getting made. “Whoever sent them knows me. Knows me well enough to predict my movements in advance. That’s a pretty exclusive club,” Silk said thoughtfully. It meant that whoever it was that had commissioned this little romp was most likely someone she knew. It was highly unlikely they would have come in person. More than likely they had hired a middleman, and a good one at that.

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The thing about fire is that, well, it is hot. It burns. It does not induce calm states of minds in those that it has touched in any meaningful way. Anger, pain, confusion, rage but never calm. Which was why the current leader of the still smouldering Corpse Raiders turned on the approaching guard with the fury of an unbridled sea storm. A bad idea in retrospect, despite a clear height advantage over even the tallest guard by a clear head. “And who the fuck invited you!? You parade ground prancing piece of fifth! You tossers were paid well to look the other way, now do what you are told and look the other fucking way!” he shouted in reply, realization slowly dawning on him that this man did not look like any normal city watchman.

Unfortunately the current leader of this particular band of raiders was not a man well equipped to dig himself out of such situations and so soldiered on regardless. The brute force approach. He pointed out of the door to some men who had managed to stumble outside. “Find the bitch, gut the wizard!” He then looked at the knight with obvious disdain. “Out of my way lickspittle.”

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Sorry for the lack of activity, been really sick for the last few days

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Sorry for the lack of activity, been really sick for the last few days

Fire Emblem - The Crisis of Akaneia

Sorry for the lack of activity, been really sick for the last few days

Fate/Eclipse

Sorry for the lack of activity, been really sick for the last few days

Fate/Eclipse

Ukatan City
Assassin

Charlotte had declined an offer to tour the University with her Master as she felt that it was far too early for the two of them to be seen together. Before that was to happen she needed to establish herself as an individual in her own right, which meant creating the identity to which she would identify herself to the rest of the world. Once created her new identity would make it easier to seamlessly integrate into her Masters routine without seeming out of place or overly suspicious. Of course she lacked both the resources and time needed to create the paperwork to support such an identity at present so for the moment she would have to rely on illusion. Those who pried too deeply would no doubt find the truth. They would also find a knife in their abdomen for their troubles.

She hummed thoughtfully to herself as she perched effortlessly atop a telephone pole, invisible to the human eye in her incorporeal state, following her Master at a safe distance to avoid detection by any prying ‘gifted’ eyes. As for how she would establish herself as a human rather than a Servant she had a few ideas, most of them requiring some degree of surprise on the part of her Master. Which is why she had neglected to inform him that she would be accompanying him to the University, in a suitably indirect manner of course. She needed the surprise to be as genuine as possible for the best possible results. As her Master headed to the University she kept pace with a series of well-timed dashes of movement, the speed of which would make her indistinct even to those with the ‘gift’ needed to see her.

However she did not follow her Master all the way to the University, trailing away once she was certain of its location. Timing was important. Instead she veered into a nearby park, still in her incorporeal state. Had she been a different Class she would have been more concerned with hiding her presence, however like all Assassin she possessed Presence Concealment. Provided that she did not act in any overtly aggressive manner there was no normal way for Servants or Masters other than her own to detect her nature as a Servant. Still, that was no reason to not exercise some degree of caution. Charlotte manifested into her corporeal form and casually stepped out onto the footpath and into a passing crowd of students on their way to a day of classes.

She did not follow them toward the university and instead headed back toward the centre of the city. It was her intention to go shopping, however her Master had yet to gift her with any money. No doubt he would have done so had she asked however that might have interfered with her plan. The less her Master knew the better. It was quite literally for his own good. With that in mind she had considered ‘acquiring’ the funds from the students, however to the best of her knowledge the majority could ill afford the loss and so she had left them be. Her desired destination would no doubt provide in that regard.