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The United Nations





What in this world was happening?! Sanaki held a composed face in front of all of this, but her mind was racing as two women, oddly dressed, appeared before all of them in this room and made announcements. One dressed as if to fight in a war announced that this world was her "garden" of sorts and vowed to kill them all of they didn't take her side and plan, with the other in blue attire threatening the woman in return. Both had appeared from some strange portals of sorts filled with eyes and an odd voice. Then another one of these gaps appeared next to one of the members of this small group who had appeared to fight the wyverns in this rather large city, a thing Sanaki watched with a sense of concern, seeming to say something about a missing individual before disappearing and leaving the sword user seemingly in a distraught state. All in all, the room seemed abuzz with the chaos of talking and worried tones, the new arrivals who had left again being the source of this alongside whatever else might have already been stewing under the surface. It felt like a room of panicked senators, jabbering on without getting to the point, other matters just driving them from a unified front of sorts.

Sanaki put a hand on Youmu's shoulder, albeit reaching up to do so, gently but very firmly aiming to try to get the swordswoman's attention.

"If someone you know is missing, she might be in this world, you know," the small Empress said directly to Youmu, trying to say something to help snap the other female out of the funk she had fallen into, "After all, we are all here right now, so it isn't a long shot to think this could be the case."

Then after giving a light nod to the swordswoman following her words, the small Empress steeled her resolve more and calmly stepped forward in front of the group, presenting herself in front of this board of somewhat visibly frantic old men without so much as an ounce of hesitation. She was well versed in these sorts of matters, visible age aside, and such a scene was one she had been able to maturely handle many a time in the past. It was like a fish taking to water.

"Gentlemen, everyone, get your wits about you in this time of crisis!" the small empress called aloud, her voice projected rather well and booming from wall to wall to the entire room in a matured tone of voice, her eyes moving over the gathered assembly with a seasoned gaze as she did so, her tone utterly lacking in the childish shouting whining or crackling her age might create the presumption of having, "Your world has been presented with an issue of unknown magnitude, one of whose nature is not fully known. Yet now is not the time for frantic panic or chaotic debate, for as heads of states and nations it is this world, your peoples who are on the line! It is the time for coming together in a united front, and in so doing making decisions and taking actions to overcome these uncertain times, together, for the sake of this world and her people!"


The small Empress knew how to put on a presence, especially on a stage, and right now she was doing so to the best of her ability to seek to bring this crowd of chaotically talking state heads and national representatives and such (as she assumed they were at least) to a halting of this trivial state they were currently in. It was a time to act, not to patter on about two new arrivals and their ultimatums. If they did not act and unite together, she could foresee the collapse of any measures to handle this entire crisis altogether.

Even if her age was one thing, if it at least got them to shut up and calm down once more, then it would at least be worth the effort on her part.

@PKMNB0Y@VitaVitaAR@KoL@Raineh Daze@TheUnknowable




Aile


Falling Through Air About To Be Impaled On Top of Big Ben





The brown-haired girl one second had been in the arms of Prarie and the others, and the next she had felt swallowed in a sudden blackness. She hadn't even the time to call out to her biometals, all sitting about on her waist, in order to transform and even attempt to fight back against such a sudden and overwhelming force. Yet as she began to stir, one thing was certain...she felt the all too familiar sensation of falling, as if plummeting through the air towards the ground. Yet as she was finally opening her eyes, Aile's mind was jolted awake by the raw fact that she was falling, through the air, towards the top spire of some very tall building that wasn't anything like she has seen back home in style or construction. Though before she could absorb anything, she snatched up the green biometal Model H that sat on her side.



"MEGAMERGE!" the girl crid aloud quickly, the familiar light of her transformation enveloping her body in a heartbeat before fading to leave her in a transformed state.



As her wings kicked to life in a moment, Aile flew to the side to dodge being impaled on the top of this building, before altering her angle and using her wings to hover in place next to its top spire proper. Though the adrenaline had her looking out for some Pesudoroid or other monstrosity that might have brought her here, perhaps some altered transceiver tech being used somehow to bring her here, as the hormone faded from her veins the reality of the situation came on more suddenly. These buildings in structure and materials were utterly alien to her to an extent, being like those back home in overall shape but not made of metal, or the same building style, nor even being as advanced in tech by far. Earth and stone, it seemed, as a contrast to the prospectively small (from her height in the air) and non-hovering vehicles on the ground that seemed to emit gases as they chugged along. It was disorienting, but soon a voice snapped her from this state of awe that was coming on by-

"Keep a level head, Aile. We need to get our initial bearings," the voice of Model H said aloud in its calm and composed, but not apathetic tone, though its words seemed to echo into the girl's mind as if on purpose to get her attention at this moment in time.

"He's right you know," the voice of Model X followed within her mind, calm and astute but with a more care and emotion audible in its tone of voice, "Z would say the same thing, but he's trying to get a read of the situation before he speaks up himself."



Aile mentally sighed to herself in relief that the Biometals were there for her, since they weren't really the ones able to get "freaked out" by a sudden situation like this. All the same, as she began to assert a better sense of calm over herself, she had one question in her mind that came above all others-

"Where am i?" the girl said aloud to herself, taking in the scene with a quiet tone that was filled with a minor sense of disbelief and surprise even still.

@PKMNB0Y@Rin
Nyaleth Treekeeper










Age: 94 (Land Elf equivalent of 20 yrs old)

Gender: Female

Race: Elf (“land elf”)

Job: Repairwoman, Druid/Mage




Personality:

• Nyaleth is an intellectually curious individual, someone who’d be great at studying something and investigating strange objects and the relics of ancient past to an extent. She gets a sort of joy out of magic and learning about it and the past and such things in the world around her, sometimes visibly giddy and happy to the point that she has been silently dubbed by the crew she works for as a “certified nerd”.

Despite her love of learning, though, Nyaleth isn’t an utterly awkward person, able to chat up with others if they need to talk or such, and overall enjoying pleasant conversations and talks with others. Though as the crew she is on could perhaps note by now, her role as a drinking buddy is unrivaled in part due to being a “happy drunk” who can be pretty fun to be around (who once danced naked on a barrel one night).

She is also able to be serious as the situation determines she needs to be normally, though at time like when running about repairing the ship in the middle of a frenzy she can be a tad frustrated and grumpy amidst the chaos. Albeit, this grumpiness stems from how serious she takes her duties, a thing stemming from her old days back on her peoples’ island and continuing into now. She at times enjoys the relatively quiet nights afforded to life at sea as well, though her sense of guilt about abandoning her people for a life in the real world has been better eased over the years, mainly as she has learned of other land-dwelling elves who abandoned their home island to go out as well.




History:

• Back when the land was dry, and the peaks of mountains sat high above the world, and the water kept to its oceans and lakes and streams, Nyaleth’s ancestors walked the land as a long-lived people. But when the waters came and rose, her ancestors were among the few elves that defied the “gift” from their gods to adapt to this new and oceanic world that they lived in, huddling up on an island that would come to be covered in dense forest as the sea threats and hostile life pushed in onto this land with them over time. Born into the world ninety three years ago, Nyaleth was born to a married couple of high-class elven mages, who have lived long since the time of the “great flooding”. Her parents wanted her to become the epitome of a mage, a grand magic user as they each were as well. To this end, from the elven equivalent of the age of “three years old” her parents began forcing a regiment of magical training upon her, to “shape her up” as they had envisioned. She was even sent to a magical school upon the land elves’ island to be tutored and trained alongside peers as well.

For years upon years Nyaleth was drilled in the arcane, the druidic, the runes, and similar things of magical learning and ways her people had possessed seemingly since time immemorial. She learned also about some of the magical items traded to them by their sea-based kin, relics of the far past given in exchange for a non-hostile relationship as the sea-based elves settled in their island’s shallows since some time ago as her people had continued to build up their land more and more over time. In fact, the forced relationship non-hostile (albeit forced) relationship was how Nyaleth was exposed to sea elves when visiting the shore of her people’s island at times for a swim or to look out and see the horizon and such. However, with the sea elves not allowed to pass the forestline, after which only true elves could proceed, she never saw them enter the elven city proper. However, even to her in youth the “xenophobia” that still exists among her people today and was taught to her and other youth, though she at least was one who continued to question as to why this was how her people saw things to an extent.

Eventually, Nyaleth was chosen for a job among her people, due to her innate magical abilities, to be an assistant in the analysis and use of ancient relics traded to her people by the sea elves. And she did this for many a year, at least by human standards, until her magical skills were taken note of such that she was handed to another important position on top of this: assisting in the growing of trees, foods, dirt/earthen mass for expanding the island, and participating in the repairing of buildings. Being only the elven equivalent of 16 years old at the time, this was a big task, one that was necessary for her people’s continued survival. And she would not be alone, working with other elves and younger ones like herself who were to take up this task during the course of their lives as they rose up in the chain of things.

However, even life in this new second position was a challenge in and of itself. Constant training, strict regiment, though among her peers there was the ability to relax and play and banter and such among each other. It was a small comfort, and matters like playing on the beach and swimming at night in their birthday suits when the stars shone out was a common treat they’d partake in within her particular group when the adults were sleeping or not looking. Yet among her group alone, her innate magical talent that had been forged mightily by constant training stood out like a brick of gold next to a brick of mud, and it was such that the governing body of her people were looking to raise her even higher position to take advantage of such talent.

This promotion was to become an elite mage, a practitioner of magic among magical masters who was to be a bulwark of magical might to protect....and eventually guide them when she got older. In other words, a position that would have guaranteed her a government position of importance many years from now. An entry level that was to lead her to be tended and groomed to become an Elder one day. However, one night as she dwelled on this position during a midnight swim she came upon an odd thing, a creature that had been skulking on the part of the island she was to foster and protect in her prior druidic position. It had been rumored as being a monster or spirit that followed them to the island, but had been left alone since at its most it had but played pranks on them and left men among the sea and land elves with sexual dreams on many an occasion.

As she returned from a swim back to the beach where her clothing was, she found a beautiful woman standing upon the shore as if waiting for her......though on closer inspection, this woman had ocean-blue skin, a pair of black demon horns, a succubus’ beauty and human-shaped physical body, slightly pointy ears, and a demon tail coming just out of the top of her butt. It was a sea demon, a succubus of a water element, known in old tomes for its shapeshifting powers, innate abilities with water and water magic, impregnating women and getting pregnant by men after seducing them with its charms. It fed commonly on water-based creatures, of which there were plenty, but could also live solely on salt/fresh water and the water-containing fluids of sentient beings (such as blood and otherwise) when away from the water or otherwise if it needed to. A versatile but deadly creature.

Safe to say, this event was shocking, but the demoness simply approached her and noted aloud how she was being a bit of a “rule breaker” to go out this late and might draw attention if anything were to happen, a not too subtle threat that shut the elf up out of fear of being discovered in her current state. Listening on, the demoness spoke to Nyaleth, noting that it had been watching her for some time now, and that she seemed “different”, like some elves her age in the many years of the past. That she seemed to look out upon the horizon as if she wanted to go and explore, and wasn’t as shut-in as many of the other elves the demoness had seen and been around. And to this the young elf was forced to humbly admit that yes, she had thought about leaving, seeing what was beyond, but hadn’t found the strength to do so. To this the demoness, whose name was “Valrima”, gave a small laugh before telling the elf that she herself wanted to leave this island as well. That she had been trapped here by her former elven warlock master from just as the flooding of the world just began, who spitefully had kept her from going beyond more than five feet in the water away from the island with a curse. Albeit, he had done this to her after she had left him to die after he had slaughter some of her kin to make potions, and had attempted to do so to her after settling down on the island secretly with his elven kin.

Nyaleth felt some pity for this “monster”, bound to the land for the most part and unable to escape due to the curse of a vengeful elven warlock who had wanted to slay her. But before she could say a word herself on the matter, the demoness cut her off by proposing that the two get to know each other, since they both seemed to have a similar goal of leaving. If naught else, it might give them both “company” to enjoy in talking of their desires and of leaving this place. After some thought, the young elf agreed, on the conditions that the demoness became her familiar and by their contract would not seek her death. After a laugh, the demoness agreed, forming this magical contract of Nyaleth as the mistress and the demoness as her loyal familiar. It was, according to Val’s own blunt mention of the matter, “a far better idea to have someone to talk to rather than sitting around spooking kids and making men have odd sensations in their pants at night”. Further, to Nyaleth it was all some exposure to the “abnormal” beyond her own people and what she had seen of the sea elves, and was a chance to better herself and learn more as mage to boot since she now had a familiar bound to her very living soul itself.

However, one evening an event happened that shook the young elf’s life to the core. A deserter of her people approached her, begging for help, to be hidden, since his plan to leave had become known and his family had set out for his blood due to being some of the more extremist “xenophobes” among their people who saw such an action as leaving as being “traitorous” and worthy of death. Nyaleth was stunned by this, having been walking down the street on her way home for the night after a long day of work. She froze when it counted, and this led to the male elf who had come to her being captured and drug off by the authorities back to his home. The next day, the man’s body was found crucified to a tree, lifeless and hanging there near his own family’s home. This disgusted the female magic user/druidess, and left her finally turning to the idea of leaving the island...and her people...behind.

She trained with Valrima to learn the proper magics, observed sea elves and the few ships her people used to see how they were built and functioned. She looked up in her people’s libraries how to break curses, mainly the type placed on her familiar. Eventually Nyaleth built her own boat, a humble thing grown together by her magic with a rudimentary sail and rigging. She also performed a ritual that, after exhaustive research among her people’s existing records on warlock magic, finally broke her familiar’s curse binding her to the island as well. And then, that next night, she set off into the deep blue sea, not looking back as her people slept unaware of her desertion at that point in time. However, the open sea was rough, terrible, and were it not for Valrima being there along with her own magic to keep her from overturning in her tiny boat at least. She wasn’t a good sailor, but was a survivable one in practice.

Eventually, Nyaleth was found by a ship of dwarves, a group who had been setting off to bring goods to their mountain home after trading with the elves. Surprised and noting her skills with wood and overall magic, she was offered compensation and safe passage to the dwarves’ home in return for her services. Seeking to survive, Nyaleth obliged and mended their ship as they made the journey to the dwarven home city. Here, at the elven equivalent of 19 years old, she spent several physical years among the dwarves, learning the ways of sailing and shipbuilding/repair, using her magic and especially her abilities with wood and food growing to take advantage of the market for people like her. This eventually led her to be approached by a Captain named “Delilah” about six months ago, and taken onto her ship as its all-important repair-person, water-purifier, and food-grower who could help keep things running and make use of her magic otherwise for the sake of the mercenary ship’s voyages and activities.

And so she’s been there ever since, Val still by her side as her familiar and constant companion to boot as they have worked on a mercenary ship.




Weapons:

• Druidic Staff- A staff of twisted wood from the trees of her home island, a tool that is used to more easily cast large-scale magic spells and more quickly channel the druidic magic she knows dealing with earth and wood and similar matters. She can make more of these if broken, but safe to say she doesn't like having to make more or repair this one too often...albeit it has saved her from a bullet or two by chance in the past six months.

• Flintlock Pistols (2)- As part of her time among the dwarves, she was given a pair of rifled pistols as payment for a job she did for a gunsmith in making him a fine wooden table complete with chairs for he and his family to be put in their home. She was taught to use and care for them after this as payment for another job, and has since kept them around as a means of emergency self-defense where magic isn’t fast enough to use. Further, she quite enjoys having another means of protecting herself as well, practicing with them to maintain what marksmanship she has. She is not able to be considered a “sharpshooter” in regards to her skills, though she is competent enough to use them average-ly well.




Magic:

• Druidic Magic- From growing/manipulating wood and summoning earth, to summoning seeds and the ability to grow/manipulate other plants, to being able to make things like wooden planks grow back together to patch up holes in a ship, she has a solid if not superb level of skills in this area of elven magic that has made her a valuable commodity in this flooded world. Her specialty in this realm of magic are plants, essentially, with some added animal manipulation magic thrown into the mix of this as a necessity for dealing with the wild and hostile things on the island she grew up on.

• Arcane Magic- She is capable of using a basic “magic missile” spell of varying degrees of power and size to combat one or more enemies, this overall being just a basic form of offense for a magic user. But she has a general arcane magic education beyond this. Basics such as conjuration, divination, elemental spells, healing, using runes, and even basic things like forming barriers for protection are what one could expect to see in her repertoire of magical abilities and spells. Though she isn’t specialized in this area as she is with her Druidic Magic, she does have a general layout of skills and the innate magical power/talent/training to put this all to very good use in a versatile manner at least. Also includes spells for interfacing with magical objects, as part of her former job of investigating and analyzing them back home.




Other:

• Is a member of the “does not trust Eiko Uranos” club for obvious reasons.

• She has her water succubus Valrima as her companion and familiar, who can be fun at parties, horny, enjoying of jokes and pranks, and also useful with her own abilities as a demoness. However, this demoness took to learn about using an axe and flintlock rifle while among the dwarves, just to keep from being bored as her master learned about flintlock pistols. Safe to say, she is a good shot on her own, snitched her own rifle a time back from some sucker at a poker game, and is able to be employed on the front lines to be of more use on the ship.

@Zelosse
Cymbeline Lockhart





Cymbeline perked up at the mention of the "dark lady" again, but this time with an actual location where she had been last spotted. However, the location was more...potentially worrisome and concerning than she might have guessed. If she had a guess at all as to where such a person wielding dark magic would go in the first place. Old Falthier, ruins from the ancient history of Thaln itself, a relic from among its earliest days. A potential treasure trove of information, but if someone with potent dark magic was going there....something was fishy. Fishy indeed, like the plot twist in stories told to young children about heroes and monsters and ancient beasts and such. Even so, this fairy's spotting of this figure there could be old by now, if the figure had any sense of tactics about them. But...a potential lead was a lead, and part of her burned to get a hold of the one who had tried to harm her-......"their" beloved Captain.

"Sir Indrau, i'll go inform the Captain of these developments," Cymbeline said, looking up at the older rune user, giving the man a respectful nod, leaving the piece of charred wood alone that she had been about to investigate here on the spot.

With that, the half-Nem began to sprint towards the town and out of the woods, after biting the top of her finger and drawing a sigil on the outside of her cloak, before running her magical energy into it. This would activate the sigil's power, in the form of a temporary boost her stamina. It wasn't much, just a sigil used for the whenever she needed to push herself a little harder, or needed to escape in a battle. It would be enough, she supposed, to get her to the town well enough.

However....

As she made her way towards the town and rest of the knights proper's location, she saw a pair of blond twintails head in her direction. The face was definitely familiar, that being of the groups' proper healer as it were. Lyrie. Admittedly Cymbeline found her to be a bit cute, but as the girl was headed towards where the mages were in the woods the half-Nem directed her own course to approach the other girl.

"Lyrie, is something amiss?" Cymbeline asked aloud as she approached the healer, one eyebrow raised, curious as to what would bring the healer out this way where the attack had come from that could have nearly incinerated the captain.
Scylla
Servant Berserker





The Redrock Catholic Church

New Stomping Grounds





As her master spoke of living a life without anything really "happening", the beautiful white-haired girl in the passenger seat next to her simply gave a light, pleasant nod as a light smile remained on her face. The Berserker looked like a teenage girl, to be frank, white hair and simple white dress with straps and all. Dark eyes and pretty hair also shone from her features. Albeit, the collar she had on was an odd minor accessory, but hadn't minded it. It was simply nice to feel the fresh air on her face, to have the smell of the ocean from a ways away lingering in her nostrils without the stench of decaying bones and fragments of unfinished meals sitting about. To have enjoyed a "hamburger" not long ago was one of the highlights of the last while with her master for this conflict, juicy, not squirming, and cheaply flavorful and tasty and probably filling for a normal human. Hell, the having her own feet on the ground again was a massive plus this time around, and no sign of the jealous witch anywhere to be seen.

It was good to be back in the human world again, in this former body of hers again. Then again, it was rather alien as well at the same time. It was like enjoying a lingering, nostalgic old memory dwelling within one's dead, which having been drawn up from the depths of the sea of thoughts by some power...gave a pleasant sensation to the individual overall. Such was her perspective on the matter, though she had also continued to enjoy the company of her chaotic, lively master, a magus who didn't seem much like a magus in ways. At least, according to her information from the Holy Grail. Though the bit of introverted-ness was a humanizing feature she felt balanced out her master's impulsive behavior at times. Her master seemed to have a rough life as well...something she could actually empathize with in a sense.

But such matters about her master aside, there was an important matter at hand now: The Holy Grail War. A war where the servants would clash and a wish would be on the line in the very end. Acquiring the vessel, obliterating the enemy servant and any master who tried to stand in their way, such as the violent way of humans in order to achieve their wishes. It really didn't phase her, but at the same time she wanted to look out for her master to boot. Her master seemed driven to assert herself in the world, to leave her mark on the pages of history and throw caution to the wind to push ahead with wanton abandon.

That was so much like humans, to aim for the horizon and never turn back. So many went to their deaths, dashed upon the rocks, in the process though. Further, what kind of mark would she want to leave on history? There were heroes, legends of old, conquerors of adversity, those who burned their flames out at full throttle. Then...there were monsters. Those who left a stain upon the pages of history, tearing apart humanity, forces of nature that would inevitably clash with the aspirations of civilizations. And even that role could feel so....good itself.

So which one would her master become, hmm?


Though on that note of monsters, she hoped there weren't heroes with a "certain feat" in their legends. It would make her job a lot harder in that case~

[color=orange]"Haha! We'll be fine, Master~" the white-haired servant said, her smile softening for a moment as she looked her master in the eyes before going into the Church, holding her hands behind her own back, her voice a happy and innocent sing-song tone, "Just keep aiming for the horizon!"

As they walked into the building, her master entered with her usual manner of entrance into even a place many humans considered "holy", very casually greeting the blue-haired woman the servant saw sitting there in the building. She sensed some danger from the woman, albeit that wasn't in regards to herself as much as her master. But even so the Berserker didn't so much as blink and eye or remove her smile as she remained materialized by her master's side.

Ooh! Maybe they would get to find their fist opponent tonight! A nice snack after that small meal a time ago would really hit the spot, even if she didn't need the meal altogether as a servant.

@Drifting Pollen@VitaVitaAR




Evangeline Henderson
Master of Assassin





House, Near the Beach of Redrock





The magus was sitting in a chair on the back patio, bottle of sake gripped barely in her relaxed hand whilst she lounged in her casual clothes (the ones in her picture in her app). The lights were off in her "acquired" home, the moon shining in through the windows whose blinds had been pulled up. Her things were inside the master bedroom, unpacked and messy as if she had been living here for a month. A basic bounded field had been placed over this location for detection and cutting off the environmental supply of prana from foolish enemy mages who entered. It seemed a pristine nighttime scene around her to an extent, however, with the salty ocean breeze able to be smelled from this position and the roar of the softly crashing waves heard in the not-too-far distance acting almost as a sort of lullaby. It would have been great for a vacation from her work, and yet...this was far from a vacation. This was a war, an conflict, a battle of usually defensive mages and beings of higher power than they were.

In preparation she had come here a few weeks ago, truthfully to implant some of her familiars in three key locations. She had placed a colony of them underneath her chosen residence to operate from, and she could sense the colony had grown immense underneath her base of operations, a hotbed of mana that was about two miles wide at this point. Then she had placed her second colony underneath a point at the farthermost point of the north leyline running into the area, a tactical means by which to grow more tools for her aims. And this colony too, when she had last checked up on it, had grown even more than she had initially calculated. A supercolony in that forest to the north where the Northern Leyline was located, growing along the length of the leyline underground and towards the town of Redrock proper. Not only was this her backup source of familiars, but was a tool to gather vast swaths of mana for herself and potentially her servant if needed.

In fact, it was time to summon her own servant now, as the moon peaked and others were likely only heading to the Church to report in to the Moderator of this conflict.

On the back patio where she was even, she had drawn a neat little summoning circle with chalk she had brought with her to this little occasion. However...procurement of a suitable catalyst had been virtually fruitless, though she had remembered many famous heroes were also famous...drinkers. Her kind of people, "born from another mother" as it were and cut from at least a vaguely similar cloth. Not that she compared to Heracles beyond having had a drink or two perhaps, but still she was trying to be optimistic about all of this. At any rate, her catalyst sat in the middle of the summoning circle: An entire case of high-quality sake, with more booze stocked up in the cabinets of the house alongside provisos of water and food for a full week and a half that she had brought prior as well.

"Heh...maybe i'll get a pretty chill guy as my servant," the glasses-wearing magus said, giving an amused smile at the thought, before taking another swig of the one bottle of the sake she had kept for herself to drink in the meantime, "But eh, time to start summoning, i suppose. I've probably got the last pickings for this thing, so here's to hoping."

Setting her drink down on the small patio table next to her, Evangeline stood up, walking over to her summoning circle, before triggering her magic circuits to flare to life. Taking in a deep breath in and out, she extended a hand at the summoning circle, before beginning the incantation:

"Ye first, O silver, O iron.
O stone of the foundation, O Archduke of the Contract.
Hear me in the name of our great teacher, the Archmagus Schweinorg.
Let the descending winds be as a wall.
Let the gates in all directions be shut, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked roads to the Kingdom revolve.
Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.
Five perfections for each repetition.
And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead!
Set.
Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submitteth to the call of the Holy Grail, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.
I make my oath here.
I am that person who is become the virtue of all Heaven.
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.
Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words,
come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!"


And from the summoning circle, a great bright light erupted forth, causing the female magus to close her eyes for a moment to avoid the bright flash as her servant was brought into the world.

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR
In Closed 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Zelosse Fixed my post. Goodnight. I apologize for the confusion on my part in forgetti g that bit. Can't keeep eyes open well rn to and stupid tablet takes forever to typpe anything here. (@_@)
In Closed 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Zelosse I...crap. :T

There went a lot of my post idea for Diana in the trash. Is late, on small tablet, will try to edit quick rn. Course I go brain dead the moment I finally get a post idea, lol.

Tell this to @Spriggs27 too, thouvh, since he mentioned Kris running into Diana in his post.

Edit: Stupid tablet autocorrected Spriggs' name, so I couldn't tag him when first posting this message. Dangit. DX
In Closed 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Spriggs27@Zelosse The heroine has come to save the princess from her icy castle!

Lol. But still, i have posted, and Diana is doing her best to save Kris right now to boot.

Though admittedly, if the teachers don't get her pulled up soon, Diana is close to the cold really taking her down for the count too. She has willpower and drive, but that only can go so far when her focus with her powers is on Kris alone at the moment, not having thought of herself right now tbh. ^^;

As for Leanne, she is trying to think around the problem a bit. I hope it isn't a bad idea...

EDIT: Added a music track to my post for the cheesy effect. I love it though.
In Closed 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Diana Schwarzwald


Academy Grounds; Underground

Fixing this post at 2:30 am and half asleep


@Zelosse@Kalleth



After having made her way down the stairs, the intial geyser going off had forced her to jump behind a stalagmite just like with the others. And considering that she had come down here and seen the Ice Princess and other water users she recognized as such, it was perhaps safe to say that Fire and Ice and Water were allocated to this place from the looks of things. Heat, water, and if she had any guess there might be ice involved in this. Lovely, just lovely.

The red-haired German elementalist closed her eyes for a moment, stretching out her power to feel for the gathering heat of geyser eruptions below the ground. Since there were openings into this place, it would perhaps be safer and easier to do that, than try to run at it blindly. She took about thirty seconds to gague the movement of the greater sources of heat below, from where the geysers were erupting. And to be truthful, she felt a sort of pattern about it, like the geyser wasn't just erupting at random times. So with that in mind...

Keeping her powers aimed at sensing the movement of heat pockets, that would be the geysers shooting up when it happened, Diana began to swiftly sprint from stalagmite to stalagmite, waiting for each geyser to erupt before she took her time to move by. It was a little slower than the Ice Princess' method, albeit Diana didn't really know this since they were not doing this all at the same time, but still it was getting herself past the obstacles and onwards to whatever would come next in what the teen deemed to be a "safely cautious" manner of moving past this. Her natural stamina and endurance was a needed thing in doing this, as well as her powers being used to get the timing right to make the most progess as quickly as she could with the other stuff in mind.

Though whilst the heat didn't bother her at all, the impact form the geyser was what she feared most. One of those could sling her around like she was a rag doll, and the thought of cracking her skull open on the rock and sharp stalagmites/stalactites was a scary thought indeed. Several times she had close-calls with the geysers that left her shit and pants (provided to her by the fire teacher before the second part started thankfully) very much drenched in water from the backblow of the hot water on the walls. However, she didn't stop to dry herself off, not with the humid air and constant water popping up. It would be a waste, and she had to use her power to keep tracks of the geysers as best as she could, and as she progressed past them she began to get better and better about the timing of them in the process, learning about the landscape as she could at any rate to get past this part.

Eventually Diana found her way past the section of geysers, not having been thrown around at least in the process, but having used her power to try to hasten her progress as much as she could through the area. A struggle indeed, but one she had managed to somehow overcome to this point. She was only slightly shaky from the intense physical activity and focus, having actually been sweating at this point from that alone, but overall was not worse for the wear as a whole.



Leanne Hillcrest


@Zelosse@Kalleth

Academy Grounds; Underground





It is a curse to wield this element.


As she had recovered herself, gotten down back in her hole, and taken the last bit of time from the first part to get ready for the next part of the test. Yet even as she did this, Leanne felt those harsh and condemning words echo aloud in her head. And they...enraged her to not end. She had summed the strength to use her element, to try to feel like the others around her who would do as they please to "show off" and use their element. For once she had taken to heart some more of her grandmother's sage advice, forgotten the fear she had felt in the past about her element and actually made the effort to use it. And yet...some voice that seemed to mock her grandmother's own voice had deigned to talk to her cut into her very soul...the most private parts of her mind. It had shaken her to the core, and Headmaster Kano had followed that up, perhaps unknowing of what she had heard, and blasted her as if to remind her that her element was "no good", that "it was a curse only".

Perhaps he was...just trying to help her. Keep her from some unknown terrible fate that lied in the shadows, the sort of things seen in an RPG of some kind that was made in Japan and wasn't revealed until it was "too late". He had been so kind as to bring her, and other Darkness users, here to the Academy. To teach them about controlling their element, when no others would likely be able to do so without fear of death. It could all easily be seen as a chance, a great act of mercy that had even brought her here to be able to learn something at all in the first place.

And yet....

WHYWHYWHY?! Why was it called a curse? What was the history of it that no one was telling her, that had made things so bad...so terribly bad that just because of it she was always feeling like a stranger and unwanted nuisance in her own home?! Her parents said they loved her, but couldn't stand the sight of her so much she had to go to her grandmother's place most of the time! Would the Headmaster even be willing to tell her what was going on....even if he seemed to be wanting to help her and the other darkness users here, what was the real purpose of having them there at the Academy? Why were they included among the others, even when around the world other Elementalists would loathe her existence or perhaps try to kill her for this thing she was born with?! Even at the Academy, some of the faceless crowd had already begun to look down on her, curse her name under their breath, just for her element alone after the earlier incident!!!

Leanne huffed as the path to the next part of the test opened up, doing so under her breath as she tried to use a calming breathing trick she had been taught a time ago....by her grandmother once again. It was hard to really understand if she hadn't a clue about things. Maybe if she knew the reason why Darkness was so badly rejected and despised beyond all else, she'd at least have something to better understand Headmaster Kano to some degree if naught else. It would be better than nothing at all, she supposed. So gathering herself up, picking up the current pieces and at least attempting to push her frustrations and incited emotions to the side, she walked down the straits into the dark depths of the earth.

Though as she passed the wisteria vines, she found herself sightly in awe at the sight before her. A few shafts of light from the ceiling, accompanied with glowing plants lit up the cavern area in a somewhat surreal manner, whilst the flowers and plants' lovely odor filling the air with a sweet aroma that for a second removed her from her prior train of thought (but didn't remove those other thoughts at all). Not because she was easily distracted, but because it was a better feeling than the ones she was trying to get a grip over at the moment. Returning to the visible game path before her, Leanne moved down it carefully, watching out for anything that might seem suspicious about this place. She did her best to not breath in too much of the plants' odor, just in case they had some funky kind of pollen or spores going on around in this place that could inhibit her. She even pulled her shirt over her nose and mouth, using it as a rudimentary "gas mask" to try to help things just to be on the safe side.

As the game trail began to thin out, however, and a wall of thorny vines covering roots before her, ominously swaying vines coming down above her as well, with low=hanging branches even trying to grasp at her head and hair as she pushed forward (though her hoodie's hood helped protect her hair from that for the most part). She stopped a safe distance from the thornwood wall before her as she creaking of branches and rustling of wood, along with the activity she was noticing from the plants in the crevice now, set off all the mental alarms she had at once. Something was awry. These couldn't be "just thorns and vines and such" sitting here without a care. That cave with flowers and plants couldn't just be what it seemed. Something was off.

Leanne extended herself, drawing upon her element once more. She did her best not to waver, to push back the voice from before and Headmaster Kano's harshness. And with a little application of the breathing trick as well, she was able to get a sense of focus on what she wanted to do with her element.

Swirling, whirling, cutting, slicing. These things came into her mind as she did her best to shape the darkness in front of her to her will. Moving, faster, faster and faster. As Leanne projected her will into the darkness of this area, a cylindrical construct of darkness formed in front of her as she kept her shirt over her nose and mouth to protect them. The cylinder sat horizontally in the air, with larger blades beginning to form around its shaft. then it began to spin, more and more, faster and faster, until in front of her Leanne had carefully constructed what looked like a whirling, horizontal darkness buzsaw of sorts.

As a bit of joy came into her, Leanne willed the spinning construct to move, move around her and cut down any branches or such that reached down at her as she cautiously approached the thorn wall. In essence, it was like a constructed elemental bushcutting machine that would make the path clearer overall, as well as potentially drawing out any...potential obstacles that she might need to use it against. Holes in leaves, scraps of clothes on the thorns, it was like a horror movie where some plant was the monster and would attack. She needed to get a small bit of space, at least, before directly approaching the thorn wall.

Or perhaps she was overthinking things. Though to be fair, this being a "test" and such she didn't want to push her luck too much. A good approach, and intelligent one, would fare her better than sheer speed in her mind.

Cymbeline Lockhart





The mage ran her magic into a sigil placed on her cloak, a minor protective sigil that was meant for things like guarding against pickpockets and their ilk. It wouldn't harm any faeries who tried to get close, but would rebuff them and physical keep them from getting to her things. It was the most passive she could think to guard them off with, as she didn't want to take more severe actions as Sir Tiral had. Sure, she had the idea of where he was coming from, but at the same time didn't want to risk things too much in regards to these things. Couldn't be too careful then.

She then looked over at Sir Indrau, giving a nod as she watched him try to negotiate with the smaller beings. Hopefully they would be receptive, at least since the older knight hadn't flicked them and such, since such information might be able to help them out. Though seeing Tiral also moved about to collect pieces of bunrt wood chunks left over from the blast of whatever sigil was on that tree, Cymbeline furrowed her brows in thought. If naught else, she could begin an investigation with one of the remaining chunks around here, whilst Tiral perhaps had the time to do no in-depth methods on the amount he had taken.

Leaning down, the mage inspected one of the larger chunks closest to her, the steam and smoke from the heat of the blast seemingly still trailing off of it and into the air. Though she didn't touch it, she used her finger to draw a sigil around it on the cooled-down spot of dirt around it. It was a sigil commonly used by her teachers at the Mage's College in her hometown to do initial analysis on new substances or experiments. Something used to help gague the level of magical energy involved in something affected by a spell, as well as assist in determining the general, base nature of a given spell. Nothing of detail for sure, but a very basic means of investigation.

"Time to see what this thing has to tell us...at least on the fly," Cymbeline noted, running her magic into the sigil in order to activate its effects, the information going to be fed directly into her mind by the magic of the sigil in question.




Elissa Lockhart





The lord's mind was addled beyond what she had initially thought, it seemed, and there was no doubt at this point that magic was involved for sure. Unable to perceive weapons or such, perhaps this was a curse that had been placed on the lord to keep him from commanding the defense of his town? It seemed rather likely, to be sure, that such an idea would be tactically notable. But she herself had no means of really determining the nature of this stuff, unlike her sister whom was absent and perhaps with some of the others who had gone towards the forest. What a bother.

"The man can't perceive weapons, it seems," the more serious twin noted aloud, for the other knights and others in their immediate vicinity to hear, "Not even his own sword. No wonder he didn't know a battle was going on here, he's been addled himself to be blinded from the truth."
@PKMNB0Y Alright, so Vita told me that the last time i put up Aile, she was rejected because the app was far too long. So i decided to cut back all the details of the Biometals, which will easily shorten that app back up! :D

I hope this works!

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Name: Aile

Gender: Female

Appearance:





Personality: Aile is a tomboy with more than enough “spunk” to stand her ground against enemies and take on even the most daunting of challenges. She can be a compassionate and caring person who is lenient to those close to her, especially after the loss of her beloved friend and boss Giro, but her resolve has been strengthened after beating the head of Slither, Inc. and Giro’s parting words as a Cyber Elf. To her, destiny is not a thing given, but rather people must fight to shape their own futures. A rather optimistic note, as it were, but the harsh reality of her past has by this point better tempered her as well to some extent, despite her being 14 years old at this stage of her life. She also bears a sense of justice that leads her to protect others, or to fight other similar wrongs.

Brief History: Aile lived within the city where the headquarters of the world-famous Slither, Inc. lied and continued to produce Mechaniloid security forces to protect people from Maverick attacks in various cities across the world. Originally she was working at Giro Express Transporters for her boss, whom was a Reploid named Girouette that took Aile in after she lost her mother in a Maverick attack 10 years ago at a carnival. One day she went out to help Giro deliver and important package to a group called “The Guardians” at a certain location, only to be attacked and knocked off of a cliff and survive with the package. However, as she and the clients were attacked at the target location, the package emerged as Biometal Model X, who bonded with her and allowed her to transform in order to defeat the enemies.

From this point onwards, Aile would meet up again with Giro, only to lose him in a fight against Mavericks that allowed her to discover that Serpent, the beloved hero and head of Slither, Inc. in the eyes of the people, was actually orchestrating these attacks to not only gain business but also to gain energy from the souls of the dead to fuel a biometal called “Model W” in order to rule the world. However, to get to Serpent to stop him, Aile joined the Guardians before going gathering all the other Biometals held by his Pseudoroid servants, including even the “Model O” Biometal of unknown origins that Serpent’s minions had sought but not found. She then proceeded to defeat Serpent himself, who used Model W himself, before getting a last goodbye from Giro’s cyber elf (or soul equivalent for a reploid) before returning to the guardians.

It was at this point, however, just after her joyous reunion with Prarie, the leader of the Guardians, and the other Guardians that she suddenly blacked out, waking up in “our” world of all things with no clue as to how she got here.

Universe of Origin: “Megaman ZX”

Equipment:

Biometals: These mechanical devices that can fit within the grasp of one’s hand, not exactly in the palm of their hand, contain the souls of legendary reploid heroes and are capable of “Megamerging” with human or reploid users via the M.E.G.A. System in order to grant them incredible power in via a transformed state. Essentially it is like unto some sort of a sentient device giving someone a magical girl form with armor and abilities. However, for Aile to use the other Biometals, she has to use Model X as a base and merge with both it and the target to be able to transform and use the abilities of other Biometals. However, in the case of Model Z this fusion between it and Model X creates a unique “Model ZX” form instead.

Each Biometal form has different weapons, abilities, and capabilities based on the soul of that past legendary hero they contain. They are also sentient things due to possessing a soul, capable of floating about in the air and telepathically communicating with other living things or even mechanical things like other Biometals at their own will. They are also capable of some form of technopath-like combat on their own, though this is highly limited to only being able to mess with other Biometal users and other Biometals.

Models Z and X- Her primary megamerged form is these two combined. She can use Model X alone, since it is the base for her other megamerges, but not Model Z alone. The biometals containing the souls of Megaman Zero and Megaman X respectively. In this form, her normally base one excluding her use of Model X alone at times, wields the "ZX Buster" laser pistol and the "ZX Saber" laser sword.

She does have the other Biometals as well, though, but they will be stated in-RP as they are used to avoid cluttering this app up (again).

Abilities:

Biometal User- Aile is unique in that not only does is she primarily compatible with the Model X Biometal, the one she started with, but all the other Biometals as she saved them from their Pseudoroid hosts came to her side as well. Though she is unable to use the other biometals alone, they allowed her to use them via being combined with Model X as a base or “middleman” so to say for them to then be able to grant Aile their powers and so she could transform into their armored forms.

Motor Bike Riding- As part of her job at the Giro Express under the mentoring of her boss and foster-parent Giro, she became skilled at riding on her world’s version of a motorcycle. Similar enough in design and function to the motorcycles of “our” world, these skills of hers would easily apply to the general motorcycle’s of “our” world if she managed to get on one.

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