Crusader Lord

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

@Rabidporcupine That would be GLORIOUS. :O

though i have to decide who my Robin romanced...crap, heroes' support system makes a lot of stuff possible

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

@Rabidporcupine Could always try Corrin i suppose? They get a sword and a dragon form. XD

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

-Below: Clothing She Is Actually Wearing-

Name: Robin

Gender: Female

Appearance: (see above)

Personality: Due to in part her strategic mindset, Robin has always been highly perceptive to the others' feelings, and can figure out the source of most people's inner turmoils in a matter of a few important conversations. With a naturally passive but strong charismatic nature to her, and the general ability to befriend most everyone she meets, it is safe to say that her social capabilities are great in their own ways. Yet while she can be friendly, there does exist her tendency of getting exasperated over the antics of some people of more “colorful” personalities and dispositions. This all being noted, Robin firmly believes in the concept of forming bonds within an army, believing that these bonds make them all stronger than if they were to fight separately.

An avid reader of books with a penchant for history, one could call her a true “bookworm” at heart and a “nerd”. Though whilst modest to a fault about her capabilities and such, in part stemming from being very self-conscious or insecure about non-battle-related things and even her own place in a group, she is on the other hand somewhat prideful of her tactical abilities. Indeed, when repeatedly bested in a strategy board game by someone, Robin became absolutely dejected and even suggested they lead the army she was involved with.
When Robin eventually came to the knowledge she was born with the intention of becoming the vessel for Grima, she felt incredibly conflicted and lost, wondering if she could even be trusted any more. However, through the bonds she forged with Chrom and the Shepherds she realized that she isn’t controlled by that destiny, thus allowing her to avert the tragic fate of the world and ultimately sacrifice herself for that goal.

Admittedly, though, Robin confesses she not all of the memories of her life before meeting Chrom and the Shepherds, a true “blank area” for her that to some extent eats at the back of her mind. However, on journeys into the Outrealms to recruit other heroes to help her army’s cause left her regaining a small something of her past. In this case, a chunk of her post from she was serving under Lyn and Eliwood and others, especially prominently in regards to her memories of Lyndis herself. Though upon regaining just this part of herself, it has left Robin confused and curious as to how much she’s been involved with prior to even meeting Lyn or Chrom for that matter.

Though on a final note, she does feel a bit like a “veteran of being pulled into different worlds”, such that it has become a thing she’s oddly accustomed to by this point in time.

Brief History: An amnesiac tactician who was found by Chrom and the Shepherds of Yilesse, before being taken into their army as their tactician. She eventually regained parts of her past, albeit not in memories but instead information. This was most prominent when it was discovered she had been created and born to become the vessel of the entity known as “Grima”, a startling blow to her mind at the time. Despite this, her mother had run off with her and disappeared many years before the young Robin could be used for this role.

For the intermittent years between this time and meeting Chrom and the Shepherds, Robin seems to have wandered into the Outrealm Gate and otherwise, after acquiring the Einherjar card to summoned the hero “Lyndis”. Though interacting with Lyndis, Robin ended up regaining actual memories as being the tactician of Lyndis, Eliwood, and others from that other group in the past.

However, the rest of her memories from “before” are still completely lost even through current times, without even a hint of memory. Eventually she did end up sacrificing herself to save the world alongside the Shepherds as well, using her ties to Grima to shatter her bond with him and kill him permanently. However, the prophesied small chance she would be reborn again did manage to come true, and she came back into the world without a connection to Grima.

Yet after this she was eventually summoned by a “mysterious summoner” who was seeking to help save various worlds with people from a nation called Askran, this catching her in the middle of a summer vacation trip into the Outrealms with Chrom and company. She was even able to face other “variants” of herself from different versions of her world to boot. She would only serve for a time, however, assisting to defeat the King of a land called Muspell before being sent home once more as other heroes were called in to take her place in future battles. Safe so say, she hopes this summoner and company will succeed, but was glad to be home regardless.

But as it were, the female tacticians’ life has continued to take another twist with recent developments......yet another world, with yet more challenges to face.

Universe of Origin: Fire Emblem

Equipment: Levin Sword (on right hip; forged: +5 mt +9 crit), Aversa’s Night (left hip; forged: +5 mt +15 hit), Gungnir (on back over left shoulder; enhances user's strength notably when wielding it), Rescue staff (on back over right shoulder; used to teleport individuals and other living beings next to the user), Catharsis (on back over right shoulder along with Rescue staff; used to majorly heal targets at a range)

Abilities: Robin is an ingenious individual who firstly and foremost possesses a keen grasp of tactics and strategy, in life having acted as the tactician for anything from the smallest bands of people to an entire combined army of troops from different nations. Her perceptive capabilities allow her to pick up on noteworthy things (and stuff like others’ emotions) rather well even in heated situations or battles, making her an asset in this regard as well with her strategic mindset. She has been also noted for creating strategies on the fly and even whipping up "crazy" plans or new war tactics out of pure inspiration, a feat in and of itself that speaks to her skill and natural talent for being a tactician.

In regards to combat, however, Robin possesses what could be called an “alarmingly diverse” set of potently-trained combat abilities. From possessing outright great skill in all varieties of tomes and staves, to possessing immense ability handling/riding upon all kinds of flying or ground-based mounts, to possessing the sneakiness of Tricksters and subtle lethal skills of Assassins to a ‘T’, and finally possessing top-tier skill in all varieties of weapons from her world...she is deadly in battle to say the least back home.

However, her body itself can also be deemed “unique” in nature. It was originally fashioned and born as the perfect vessel to host the power of another being known as “Grima”, which was hailed as a god by her father and many others in her world. Despite her direct connections to Grima being severed in a climactic final battle, her body even in this “reborn” form retains this innate functionality and purpose due to it being a base part of her.

Skills: Ignis, Pavise, Aegis, Shadowgift, Rally Spectrum

Other: (none)

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

@PKMNB0Y Here she is, Robin!

-Below: Clothing She Is Actually Wearing-

Name: Robin

Gender: Female

Appearance: (see above)

Personality: Due to in part her strategic mindset, Robin has always been highly perceptive to the others' feelings, and can figure out the source of most people's inner turmoils in a matter of a few important conversations. With a naturally passive but strong charismatic nature to her, and the general ability to befriend most everyone she meets, it is safe to say that her social capabilities are great in their own ways. Yet while she can be friendly, there does exist her tendency of getting exasperated over the antics of some people of more “colorful” personalities and dispositions. This all being noted, Robin firmly believes in the concept of forming bonds within an army, believing that these bonds make them all stronger than if they were to fight separately.

An avid reader of books with a penchant for history, one could call her a true “bookworm” at heart and a “nerd”. Though whilst modest to a fault about her capabilities and such, in part stemming from being very self-conscious or insecure about non-battle-related things and even her own place in a group, she is on the other hand somewhat prideful of her tactical abilities. Indeed, when repeatedly bested in a strategy board game by someone, Robin became absolutely dejected and even suggested they lead the army she was involved with.
When Robin eventually came to the knowledge she was born with the intention of becoming the vessel for Grima, she felt incredibly conflicted and lost, wondering if she could even be trusted any more. However, through the bonds she forged with Chrom and the Shepherds she realized that she isn’t controlled by that destiny, thus allowing her to avert the tragic fate of the world and ultimately sacrifice herself for that goal.

Admittedly, though, Robin confesses she not all of the memories of her life before meeting Chrom and the Shepherds, a true “blank area” for her that to some extent eats at the back of her mind. However, on journeys into the Outrealms to recruit other heroes to help her army’s cause left her regaining a small something of her past. In this case, a chunk of her post from she was serving under Lyn and Eliwood and others, especially prominently in regards to her memories of Lyndis herself. Though upon regaining just this part of herself, it has left Robin confused and curious as to how much she’s been involved with prior to even meeting Lyn or Chrom for that matter.

Though on a final note, she does feel a bit like a “veteran of being pulled into different worlds”, such that it has become a thing she’s oddly accustomed to by this point in time.

Brief History: An amnesiac tactician who was found by Chrom and the Shepherds of Yilesse, before being taken into their army as their tactician. She eventually regained parts of her past, albeit not in memories but instead information. This was most prominent when it was discovered she had been created and born to become the vessel of the entity known as “Grima”, a startling blow to her mind at the time. Despite this, her mother had run off with her and disappeared many years before the young Robin could be used for this role.

For the intermittent years between this time and meeting Chrom and the Shepherds, Robin seems to have wandered into the Outrealm Gate and otherwise, after acquiring the Einherjar card to summoned the hero “Lyndis”. Though interacting with Lyndis, Robin ended up regaining actual memories as being the tactician of Lyndis, Eliwood, and others from that other group in the past.

However, the rest of her memories from “before” are still completely lost even through current times, without even a hint of memory. Eventually she did end up sacrificing herself to save the world alongside the Shepherds as well, using her ties to Grima to shatter her bond with him and kill him permanently. However, the prophesied small chance she would be reborn again did manage to come true, and she came back into the world without a connection to Grima.

Yet after this she was eventually summoned by a “mysterious summoner” who was seeking to help save various worlds with people from a nation called Askran, this catching her in the middle of a summer vacation trip into the Outrealms with Chrom and company. She was even able to face other “variants” of herself from different versions of her world to boot. She would only serve for a time, however, assisting to defeat the King of a land called Muspell before being sent home once more as other heroes were called in to take her place in future battles. Safe so say, she hopes this summoner and company will succeed, but was glad to be home regardless.

But as it were, the female tacticians’ life has continued to take another twist with recent developments......yet another world, with yet more challenges to face.

Universe of Origin: Fire Emblem

Equipment: Levin Sword (on right hip), Aversa’s Night (forged: +5 mt +15 hit, kept in robes), Brave Axe (left hip), Rescue staff (on back; used to teleport individuals and other living beings next to the user)

Abilities: Robin is an ingenious individual who firstly and foremost possesses a keen grasp of tactics and strategy, in life having acted as the tactician for anything from the smallest bands of people to an entire combined army of troops from different nations. Her perceptive capabilities allow her to pick up on noteworthy things (and stuff like others’ emotions) rather well even in heated situations or battles, making her an asset in this regard as well with her strategic mindset. She has been also noted for creating strategies on the fly and even whipping up "crazy" plans or new war tactics out of pure inspiration, a feat in and of itself that speaks to her skill and natural talent for being a tactician.

In regards to combat, however, Robin possesses what could be called an “alarmingly diverse” set of potently-trained combat abilities. From possessing outright great skill in all varieties of tomes and staves, to possessing immense ability handling/riding upon all kinds of flying or ground-based mounts, to possessing the sneakiness of Tricksters and subtle lethal skills of Assassins to a ‘T’, and finally possessing top-tier skill in all varieties of weapons from her world...she is deadly in battle to say the least back home.

However, her body itself can also be deemed “unique” in nature. It was originally fashioned and born as the perfect vessel to host the power of another being known as “Grima”, which was hailed as a god by her father and many others in her world. Despite her direct connections to Grima being severed in a climactic final battle, her body even in this “reborn” form retains this innate functionality and purpose due to it being a base part of her.

Skills: Ignis, Pavise, Aegis, Shadowgift, Rally Spectrum

Other: (none)

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

Name: Frankenstein’s Monster, aka “Fran”

Gender: Female

Appearance: (seen above)

Personality: A highly intelligent and empathic individual, Fran is far from “stupid” even within the class of a Berserker. She does, however, mostly maintain a shy silence, in part due to the fear of her own monstrous nature combined with a lack of skill in expressing herself. When she does communicate, she is mostly limited to head-shaking and grunts due to the effects of her Mad Enhancement skill robbing her of most linguistic ability.

This being said, she can “speak” even in her current state, but the act is ultimately “tiring” and places strain on her as a result. She also likes conserving electricity...even unplugging computers or such devices on certain occasions in regards to this.

Brief History: The literal Frankenstein’s Monster. A servant who appeared in the London Singularity, and later was summoned to join the servant roster of Chaldea. She has been there ever since, even longer than some of the newer recruits. However, it was during this time she was forced to face the demons of her past...only to ultimately overcome them with renewed vigor. Yet this recent event will change things, it seems...

Universe of Origin: Nasuverse; Fate/Grand Order

Equipment: Bridal Chest (a high-efficiency implement that continuously gathers and recycles energy wasted by her and gathers energy present in her surroundings to continuously power her by flowing it through her heart and into her Magic Circuits)

Abilities: Fran’s nature is that of a Servant, a being beyond normal humans in terms of strength, agility, and other capabilities in general. As a result, without any form of supernatural enhancement it becomes impossible to cause damage to her, even with modern weapons like machine guns and RPGs and the like. Akin to other servants Fran can also assume an incorporeal form, but due to a personal reluctance to take on such a form she prefers to remain physically manifested.

Further, her first Noble Phantasm “Bridal Chest” and her ability “Galvanism” causes her to transform non-material attacks like beams, wind attacks, and energy bullets to be converted into electricity and “rendered without effect upon her” as said electricity is discharged into the environment (and help power her personally). Indeed, between absorbing electricity and converting both magical energy and some kinds of attacks into electricity, Fran is capable of potentially “fighting perpetually at full power without any outside assistance needed”.

Her skill Galvanism also allows absorbed electricity to be used to implement rapid self-repair and physical attribute reinforcement, allowing her to emulate the Mana Burst ability to some extent.

She can also utilize a “suicide attack” with Bridal Chest, known as “Blasted Tree” (typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Blasted_Tree). Although its usage means her death, the ability has a hidden function mentioned in the blueprints; the fact that the attack is not simply lightning but rather a power with her very will imbued within it. So long as the will exists, she will never truly perish. This allows for the low possibility of a second Frankenstein (Fran) to be materialized in the attack's wake, but with her death, it will be impossible for her to witness the result of her actions.

Other: (none)

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Akari Onishi

-Kanacon-

-With Shion In Crowd Near Stage - Dianoid, District 15-

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Ah. It was that kind of vibe again from this girl. Albeit, it was the simpler answer that had Akari thinking this would be the case most of all. Curt, short answers were what some people gave when angry and trying not to make a scene in public. Or something. She was no people expert, at least in the practical sense of nothing else, but at the same time she almost felt a tad...ah, perturbed? Yes, that was the word. Perturbed at being ignored like this, albeit to the redhead it was somewhat understand due to her own experiences with people. Akari almost opened her mouth to retort, however, until she again took note of the Geokta memorobilia on the girl's devices. Ah. That could be they key, and her programming skills weren't exactly anywhere in the realm of "bad" or "mediocre".

"...I could create a Gekota AI to help manage your devices, if you so wish."

Maybe this would work in starting some conversation? Er...or potentially not. It really depended on what this girl responded like. Albeit with the array of memorobilia on those devices Akari felt it was a very good educated "guess" at if her provided incentive would work or not. As she waited for a response from the other girl, she let her own eyes glance over the stage for a bit, in case anything interesting had popped up anywho.

@Crimmy@DarkwolfX37

Re: Zero: The High Council

Aerith Hastings

Here We Go Again Part 5: All Quiet On The Dying Front

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Aerith felt a sudden surge of frustrations and anger bubbled up within herself, even as Chieko left them before she could say a word. She wasn't trying to even drag the smaller girl off with them to some other location, or to do the same house cleaning job or such things! In all reality, she had just wanted to check with her on what had happened on her end, and if she had died again or not like the rest of them. Hell, even just to make sure she was ok...but no. The girl had yanked away and run off to the others with a timidness, without so much as a word even. Not even a "hey did you both die or something" or "good luck" or the like with it!? At least she'd offered for the others to come with her, but...dammit.

It was that person talking to the twintailed redhead, wasn't it? Chieko had gone with them before, she remembered. Trying to rush them along to get their papers or something based on what she could hear from here? She....if they thought that was the best idea she couldn't blame them if it had worked out for that other group. But this was also causing the consequence of sabotaging any chances to work out what had happened last round as well....right.....right?

Even Hiro didn't seem to listen to her as he, like Chiecko, said something to her and walked off to talk to someone else. In this case, telling Fritzi that he was coming with her as she could hear him say from the short distance away. With no one with her at the moment, Aerith's hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white. She was no boss, but....couldn't they understand she was trying to help them all?! Could they not think for two seconds about sharing information, or anything else SMART like that in this situation they were in at all!?!? Did they all think it could be the same as last time without question, that by blocking out hearing what else happened and not saying anything new they'd be protected from death another time?

There was no guarantee of that or anything else here, potentially...

Despite some minor visible signs of agitation, even as the girl did her best to maintain a calm and proper facade, Aerith for the majority part kept up her mask. Deciding to give at least Hiro another chance at this, she 'patiently' waited for him to walk back to talk again (which he seemed to, thankfully, do). At that, another one of the people among the others (Flame, as granted permission by his RP'er for) seemed to walk over to her as well. It brought some minor ease to her mind, albeit the emotions remained pent up a bit despite the minor respite granting her some better grasp them at this time. It was just enough ground mentally to get a hold of herself, but...she wondered how long the self-control would last right now.

"This is....just entirely stupid," Aerith said with a very light bit of strain audible in her otherwise calm tone, Flame and Hiro now being the only ones close enough to Aerith listen to hear speak at the time, "We need to share information to try to figure out what happened and plan what to do, that's all i was wanting to pull everyone to talk about! And i just wanted to make sure Chieko was ok at that. Apparently she and everyone going to get permits were safe, at least....but still...whatever happened in that clinic killed a lot of us at once.

And Hiro, i agree that i, you, and Alistair if possible need to take the same route again to re-create the same conditions as we go to clean that house. I've got a score to settle with that shrimp who was going to gut me too, and i don't want to leave you alone for that fight. We know how they want to attack us, when they'll probably show up. If the remainder of this money can be used to buy a dagger, or maybe some super-thin wire or something, or anything else we need to prepare for them more properly that would be good."

Aerith then distinctly looked to Flame for the next part, after taking a few deep breaths to lower the feelings of agitation. Focusing on the matter at hand, at least for her, was beginning to help just a bit on the mental side of things. Even so, she still would only speak where Flame and Hiro could hear her right now.

"Now then...what i was going to originally say. This group is too big to manage at once and keep together without painting a target on our backs potentially. So if we break into smaller groups, and try to at least communicate here, maybe we could better figure things out and avoid dying.

I can't say i know for sure that would be best, but none of us know each other that well overall probably. So if we were together i have no idea if we'd all be able to work together on that level. If work together at all.

And you, i know you were at the clinic with all of us who died last round. We all heard what she said, too. I have no idea what you were all doing beforehand, but if you and anyone else could maybe solve that particular mystery...we might be able to stop anyone in that clinic from dying. At least, if you take that route again with the same choices that got you there in the first place. I wouldn't blame you if you want to go with the group going to get permits...but its also not like we all know what might happen if too many people or everyone went to get permits at the same time as well."

Reasonable worries, attempts to make a logical strategy. This was the name of what Aerith had wanted to bring some of the others over here to talk about the general situation. Maybe let some people go with other groups with this knowledge so they could at least try to help organize things on other ends....maybe coordinate with their people or something to help others along the line.

For example, Chieko going with the others, getting papers, and maybe being able to say something to guards about "suspicious people" showing up at the house Aerith and Hiro would be going back to now. Then maybe help could show up if the riming was right....ah. Perhaps that example was too specific for sure, but at the same time they didn't have to make big waves to properly stop dying. Her first experience with this proved that, as much as it chilled her to the bone. So maybe...organizing things somehow in some fashion would work?

To her it felt better than one large target composed of everyone together, and better than potentially a batch of many squabbling people trying to enact various plans without any sense of organization. She'd seen too much of that crap at home, too much that she was sick of it. She didn't want to die, and to an extent she didn't want these others to die either.

Why did people not even listen to reason before jerking away from it sometimes?! It was so stupid, so foolish, so aggravating to the nth degree that she wanted to scream sometimes back home. And now there was this...these people, random people from Earth, who probably had the same talk with that "particular fellow" before coming here if she had to retain that guesswork on her part. And for what? Because a certain someone loved them enough to pull them into this mess?

'...Whomever you are out there, who loves me enough to get me brought here...please help me survive. Please help me survive and meet you, and understand why you had us brought here in the first place. Why? Why did you bring us here to die over and over like this? Entertainment? Pity? I want to understand!' the girl cried out mentally in her mind in the manner of a prayer, hoping something out there in the ether would listen to her amidst all of this...and actually help at that. It was a desperate move, but she was having to come to terms with all of this madness somehow.

If her attempts to make a plan here didn't work, she'd have to get desperate. More and more desperate until either people listened...or she would go off on her own.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Mina Kreiger (Alloy)

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Was she confident this team she'd joined was going to pull this off? Was she ready for whatever mysterious A-class battle was going to occur? Was she surprised that she made it into the airport like this with her metal-coated body at this venture?

For the lattermost thing, Alloy could confidently say 'yes' without a shadow of a doubt. Parahuman and other troubles had seemed to always beef up security, not to mention and potential events to happen that would maybe said security measures even more to boot. Albeit having to avoid any of those 'pat-downs' on her part was rather nice to be frank. Not to mention the chance she'd be confined or arrested for having a metal body, despite nothing 'illegal' or such being on her person at all.

She was walking on her way to where the team was going to meet, albeit with a half-eaten cheeseburger in one hand and a very small McDonalds bag with another one in it sitting in her right hand. Indeed, she'd skipped breakfast proper for this to make sure she was in the right place at the right time. She wasn't an idiot though, at least in her mind, and so had grabbed a couple of 1-dollar burgers last night to put in the fridge and sneak in here on her way to the meeting point.

It had all, their plan and hers with the cheeseburgers that is, seemingly worked well so far. Albeit she couldn't say the cheap greasy fare helped any of the more reasonable nerves she was stifling in the back of her mind about this...

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Allison Mead (Excaliblast)

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Midterms. Even right now she was at her dorm room's desk working on a lengthy study guide for one. These former banes of her existence for many of these classes had haunted her, but as of late things hadn't been as hard for her even with them. At least, educationally.

She'd come back here immediately after....after "that" day had occurred. She hadn't even gone out for a drink the next night with friends, which had brought some concern in her direction. Allison had heard them, though, her friends and associates among her peers whispering behind her back...wondering what had happened to her. Even the people from that trainyard party had seemingly been more concerned. Yet her professors? Something about being a bit more sober was leaving them a bit happier about her, less inclined to comment under their breath with wonder at how a hungover girl could ace a test.

It wasn't like she'd stopped drinking, she'd go to parties at times still and have the fun she used to. Just not as often. And perhaps it was those times wherein she found a little comfort, save for a couple near-exposure times where she about used her power amidst drunken slurring and stumbling. She still saw the dead bodies in her dreams, even though at least Farce still seemed to be alive. That...had perhaps been the one thing positive out of this. Farce being alive. Before leaving, she'd even let Farce know that if she needed to get out as well that her dorm room was available. Allison's existing roommate wouldn't mind, at least.

That had been the last time she'd seen anyone from "Lethal Force", however, as since that day she'd kept to college and places near to campus like it was safe haven. That 'hero' business? Forget it, if Mantis was involved alongside her at all. That man....she loathed that man even now with a passion. To her, he was also not in his right mind, after....the events in that room with Limbo. She'd witnessed two events only spoken of in parahuman studies, even, with few if any examples of them having been present when discussing them in class at that. And one of those things were to potentially psychologically smash a person's psyche further according to theory and whatever else, but she didn't need theory to talk about it. She'd seen in person that this was true to a 'T', in her opinion, albeit it was not like Farce didn't....didn't have shit to go through as well.

In part her drive to get that degree and such was enhanced, perhaps, the desire to help the good parahumans out there. People among many of whom had been mentally traumatized terribly, and all that had permanent scars of it written into their flesh. The stigma, the issues on both sides, the bloody reality of a lot of this...it was almost funny to her what the non-negative or paranoid effects had been on her. She would have thought such a thing might've turned her away from her original goals educationally and in terms of a future career. Instead, it had fueled her a bit more, according to some of those around her who had told her point-blank after a time.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Akari Onishi

-Kanacon-

-With Shion In Crowd Near Stage - Dianoid, District 15-

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Eventually the costumed redhead walked over to the stage area, after listening in a bit on what was going on near the Orbital booth.

However, the listening had been a bit boring, so she'd soon turned to checking her stocks again. At least in that area she could note that the money in her account was accumulating rather nicely as her system did its work. Excellent. It nearly brought a smile to her face, though her mind was set on getting to the stage for the soon-to-occur live performance as she made her way through the crowd.

Yes, it would be an excellent chance to hear the voice actor in person, and through this determine if toying with Orbital's stocks through buying and selling would be worth it. Albeit, she was half tempted to just record the actress and pop that track onto a torrent site after some careful editing and the like. In fact....yes!

She didn't even need the song sung proper, she just needed the lyrics and enough to map the actress' voice onto her kanamin dolls! That would be a nice touch for them whilst interfacing with potential buyers...after all, Kanamin's actual voice, recorded live...ah, it was so tempting.

"Mmm, maybe i should think on that later. I might just keep the figma, really, even after i make them into robots...." the girl mulled to herself, speaking very quietly under her breath with almost a pout on her face.

She'd remember this later and ponder it at her leisure, in all honesty, and the thought and its counterparts were as easy to "file" and shrug off as swatting a fly using the laser pointer she'd made into an actual laser two days ago. Albeit....she needed to work on its potency. Setting the tip of a pillow cover on fire had not been her intention, really, nor had been accidentally setting that tree across the street on fire last night. Albeit it had taken some explanation to the passing Judgement student, who had let her off with a warning...at least this time. All things to be aware of in the future, she supposed.

Eventually, Akari noticed a familiar face among the other students and people waiting eagerly for the performance. Black hair, school uniform, familiar hairstyle. It didn't even take a moment for the redhead to recognize the other girl. Yes, they had some classes together it seemed, according to the schedule for this upcoming school semester. Odd character she was, albeit she was the "one to talk" here, with a notable temper wen it was inflamed, and strange behavioral patterns to a certain extent that spoke of instability or something affecting the psyche. That was how Akari has processed it in the first few days of being around Shion for the first time, and she'd kept her mouth shut about it.

"Hello there. Waiting for the show as well?" Akari said, attempting to converse with a fellow student in a casual, but calm, manner.

@DarkwolfX37

Re: Zero: The High Council

@Rune_Alchemist Poor Chieko! XD