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3 mos ago
Current "The echo of one's heart need not follow worldly principles. By the heat of passion, cold of apathy, light of cheer, and dark of grief. By Time and Space, be true."
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3 mos ago
For those waiting on me to respond, I will be writing things up over the weekend. Hang tight!
4 mos ago
Doing well, writing responses and such
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4 mos ago
Hello quite bored, I'm Echo!
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5 mos ago
Apologies for those waiting on replies from me, life has been hell this weekend. I will attempt to get things out by tomorrow night!
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Bio

Good morning/afternoon/evening!

If you are reading this, then for some reason you want to learn a little bit about the absolute anomaly that is me.

A few important things to note are:

- I am sometimes a bit slow for posting, though sometimes I will almost immediately respond.

- I have absolutely no interest in Romance. This has changed, but only for certain circumstances. It depends!

- I enjoy making very overcomplicated worlds to share with people, like you!

- I enjoy really heavy and psychological themes, but I will do lighter ones as well.

That's pretty much all I think you need to know, but if you want to you can send me a PM! I don't bite...
Mostly.

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The Phantom Thief had strolled the perimeter of his flank, searching for any stragglers as he circled back to the heart of the hamlet. If so many of these little villages keep getting attacked like this, they might have to start charging for protective services...

Strolling through the town streets toward where some of the others were conversing, sheathing his small blade and stretching out his back a bit, Arsene's spectral form dissipated as his mask returned to his face. If there were other kidnapped otherworlders, then this would be a good source of information... providing if they were here longer than the caravan group was. Otherwise, it would just be putting another tab in the list of worlds they would never get to see.

Having missed introductions, again, he had walked into a conversation of which he vaguely knew the subject, at first glance at least, before eventually catching on...

Am I really this uncoordinated without my phone? I'm late to everything now... His mind wandered as he passively stood on the sidelines, listening in on the conversation between the treant, the pale woman, and a good two-thirds of his familiar group participating. He said nothing, having nothing to contribute as of right now.


As glass simply hung within the air, caught and entwined by unseen strings, time held no meaning here. No rules are imposed but the world's own.

Within the dark heart, a place that saw all within the aberrant landscapes of the Alterworld, the trinity watched, as hands were placed upon the table.

"Knowing you, Erebus, you like this little game you play with these humans... if they can even be called that after what you did to them. I don't know how Malgam puts up with you, dear brother..." The formless one let free a sigh, Nyx crossing her arms across the table as she sat, the cowl that enshrouded her head pulled low.

"The least you could have done is give them more information about their predicament, instead of throwing them straight into the fire."

"I didn't ask you to comment on the way I conduct my business." The masked one, Erebus, retorted. Taking his own seat, the one of many faces silently adjusted his outfit, as if waiting for something to happen as he stared intently at his contracted...






"AH!" Chihiro cried out as she was pulled to the hallway, before she was set down, the deer passing out on the ground, pushed to his limit.

Her gaze is brought to the black hole- fallen angel- thing, as it spoke, uttering its frantic words as it brought the puppet into one of its many pairs of arms...

"W-wait! We don't even know where the exit is, let alone if there even is one!" She called out, anxiously going to the deer as she steadily began dragging him toward where the seraph went... Her eyes drifting down to a glass shard grasped in her paw, colorful and reflective... yet her reflection showed not what her form was here, but her more human visage. Her eyes closed for a brief second, stowing the shard away, as she dragged the unconscious deer.

"Just... Wait for me!"
Name: Xander ‘Elio’ Swallowtail
Age: 28
Species: Numan
Height/Weight: 5'7" - 142 lbs.
Sex/Gender: Male
Appearance:


Personality:Elio has a more analytical and detached approach when dealing with others as if he doesn't want to involve them in anything personal. In other words, he’s scared of slipping up. He has a debt-based mentality and an unhealthy obsession with “what is due” to others. He goes by the alias “Elio”, so as not to feel inclined to give what is personal to him.

What Are You Looking For?: “I don't know why that’s important, but fine. I’ve got this group I’m a part of, and I… got myself in a bit of debt. If I die out there, fine, no one liked my ugly mug anyway, If I can pay off my debt, even better.”

Capabilities: JOB//: Mechanic, COM-STYLE//: Spear Combat, KINETIC//: Scrapokinesis

Magic Form(s): Junk
  • Basic Kinesis ability: Minor Metallokinesis (Metal Telekinesis)
    • Magic Stain: Rusted metal filaments have begun sticking to his skin, making it an annoyance to work with machines.
  • First Spell: “Sharp Points” - Allows Elio to sharpen the end (an area equal to 5 square inches) of a piece of metal up to a 900 on a BESS sharpness scale.
    • Magic Stain: Rusted metal has begun embedding itself into Elio’s skin, building up with the use of his magic. It’s painful, to say the least.
Name: Xander ‘Elio’ Swallowtail
Age: 28
Species: Numan
Height/Weight: 5'7" - 142 lbs.
Sex/Gender: Male
Appearance:


Personality:Elio has a more analytical and detached approach when dealing with others as if he doesn't want to involve them in anything personal. In other words, he’s scared of slipping up. He has a debt-based mentality and an unhealthy obsession with “what is due” to others. He goes by the alias “Elio”, so as not to feel inclined to give what is personal to him.

What Are You Looking For?: “I don't know why that’s important, but fine. I’ve got this group I’m a part of, and I… got myself in a bit of debt. If I die out there, fine, no one liked my ugly mug anyway, If I can pay off my debt, even better.”

Capabilities: JOB//: Mechanic, COM-STYLE//: Spear Combat, KINETIC//: Scrapokinesis

Magic Form(s): Junk
  • Basic Kinesis ability: Minor Metallokinesis (Metal Telekinesis)
    • Magic Stain: Rusted metal filaments have begun sticking to his skin, making it an annoyance to work with machines.
  • First Spell: “Sharp Points” - Allows Elio to sharpen the end (an area equal to 5 square inches) of a piece of metal up to a 900 on a BESS sharpness scale.
    • Magic Stain: Rusted metal has begun embedding itself into Elio’s skin, building up with the use of his magic. It’s painful, to say the least.





Peace is broken, yet again.

The Phantom Theif wasn't surprised at this point, no good thing ever lasted long. As tensions rose his senses became more alert, his eyes sticking to the living tree and the girl with glowing scissors...

Guess I'm going to be seeing quite a bit of weird stuff as time goes on... Though I should have expected that... Joker's thoughts chimed, his focus shifting to the slimes that put on the assault on the village. Tactics would make sense here, and thus he followed the orders of the Space Knight.

"On it!" He calls as he rushes off, hurriedly putting his coat back on so it is not inevitably lost somewhere... He went the opposite direction as Lewa, if they were going to flank the mass, then it would be best to cut them off from both ends, encircle them, and devour them from the outside in...

Like an amoeba catching its prey.

Blade drawn, piercing the air as well as flesh... or sludge in this case.

Cutting down slimes felt strange, to say the least, like quartering Kanten... It was effective, but the underlying fear of them reassembling themselves loomed over his mind...

He had to do something to make sure they stayed down...

Like draining whatever lifeblood they had.

I am thou, and thou art I...

Ripping off the mask, the blue flames of rebellion flaring forth, as Joker unleashed a new trick hidden up his sleeve...

Life Drain.

Arsene's arms lay outstretched as he plunged his blade into one of the formless creatures, as purple ichor seeped from it, staining his blade... Invigorating himself as he imbued its stolen lifeblood with his own...

Thanks for the boost... Remilia.



Joker gave a small chuckle at the halfling witch-knight's joke before the questions revolving around the possible scarcity of their powers brought him to thought. Fran's description of her power, or rather existence as a whole, these 'Servants' reminded him of the Personas that he and his ragtag band of friends had awakened... Though it seemed that they sparked from the same realm of mind, they were summoned in different ways... unless he was wrong.

"Huh... Seems oddly familiar. I suppose you and Arsene are in the same boat then, more or less, but you don't need someone to awaken you, or summon you in general?"


Time is irrelevant.


All that matters is the here and now.

An ephemeral footstep echoed through the Darkened heart of this world, a void that overlooked everything, a window into all that is, and what could be. The cowled girl turned as she gave a huff.

“Oh, so you've finally decided to find your way here Elio? Took you long enough.”

The man in the mask did not react to his sibling, instead his gaze leveled on the cards that shimmered in his hands, like a crystal of a chandelier refracting into a singular playing card.

The form of Elio was unclear, it never was. A shifting echo of all forms taken in the past, a formless and infinite adaptation to the twisted environment. They came to the table, fingers tapping on the solid surface, as they answered the one hidden beneath the cowl, their voice chiming like a glass bell, finely tuned.

“Time does not apply here. You of all people should know this well, Nyx.”

Elio then turned to their brother, head tilting to the side, like an owl peering through a rodent's soul.

“You called us for this game of yours, yes? I suppose these souls you've contracted have some part to play. If only you had told me you were using humans for this plan of yours…” The formless one whined, materializing a chair for themselves as they sat.

The girl beneath the cowl gave a small scoff, as what seemed to be consistent with her… deposition.

“Yeah yeah, let's just get this going. It's more interesting than what I've had to put up with… As fascinating as you say they are, they are just so stupid…

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.” The man of the mask finally spoke, his head tilting upward as the cards in his hand coalesced into a stack. He then picked from it three hands, and placed one before each of his siblings.

“Play your hands wisely. What you play shall help or hinder them… I'm sure there might be some inkling of enjoyment that may be hidden here.”

The Figments bring forth their hands. And Cards are played.


The first card to be played is the 4 of Shields by the man of mask, as the Glasshead sustained strike after strike, fragments falling and flying… Thrashes of heat and pinpointed strikes of frost…

The beast shattered.

Glass cracked and crumbled, as it was left struggling on the ground.

Then is the 6 of Seraphim. As the world cracked open, the twisted angel that was Tohato crashed down to the world beyond the veil. Landing on the crystalline remains…

Shards fly. A Hunter becoming the hunted.

The prismatic shards lay strewn across the ground. A beat of sweet silence raptured the space…
@Kronshi@CorviDoggo@Baphomini




Chihiro stayed frozen for a second, staring at the fallen angel that had come out from seemingly nowhere… this place seemed to have a habit of doing that. Her eyes stayed on the figure, as light seemed to bend and distort around it, glass shards seeming to start hanging into the air… She wasn't sure if it was friendly or not…

“Uh… Are you going to try and kill us too?” She shakily inquired, the adrenaline flowing through her blood starting to ebb as the unsettling calm continued…

As glass floated through the air, as if ignoring the inherent laws of gravity, a few caught her eye… some more colorful as they glided past…




3 of Void.

As glass floated, shards less prismatic began to be drawn closer to each other, magnetized by the polarity of their mass.

Prisms of crystal, windows of sorrow and soul.

A new beast was in the making.

The stakes are raised.

GET OUT.



Joker walked alongside the caravan, his tailcoat slung across his shoulder as he let the cool breeze flow past him. Why did his outfit have to be black? Being in the direct sunlight, his coat got hotter than usual... He kind of missed the Tokyo subway system, albeit it was constantly a tight squeeze, it still got him from place to place when he needed it... Alas, modern-day innovations were non-existent, as he fully realized when he pulled out his phone, clicking the power button a few times, the black screen of the device refusing to glow to life.

Dead. Great.

He sighed, slipping the expensive paperweight back into his pocket, just in case it would be of use later. His mind wandered to Aventon, and what had happened... and what could have become of the town if they couldn't had been too late.

As the conversation of diplomacy and getting themselves heard by those higher up in the rankings, the masked boy glanced over to the girls as they talked amongst each other. He knew some things about the old shogunates of prior eras of Japan, but wasn't quite sure about this country's governmental structure.

Some knowledge is better than ignorance at least.

Yet, he stayed quiet.


A brisk wind whipped around the Business Square of Alengras, the hustle and bustle of the city just beyond the hotel grounds, a few people, presumably guests, were loitering around the front lawn overlooking the street, some simply enjoying the afternoon sun, others talking amongst each other. The people seemed to be minding their own business... However, someone seemed rather lost in the crowd... a fish out of water.

@Girlie Go Boom@Wayward




The seemingly automated kitchen around Rebecca seemed to slow in its clamor, the hotel sensing that this wasn't exactly what its new cook was hoping for... a receipt was conjured on the counter nearby, words scrawled in neat writing...

We apologize, we assumed as a caster you would rather oversee... However, if you wish for things to be more in your control, we will gladly comply. - The Kitchen

@shagranoz




The slime considered the dragon's words, before plucking the sticky not from the wall, the writing on in changing to direction to the room that needed cleaning... Sora's face lit up, looking over to Cythena before going to the door to the staff room, toward where the note directed, the first day on the job...



Let's get this going then.

Joker's gloved hand slipped into his coat, drawing the knife from his coat, the blade glistening from the light. The dual-wielding woman was a few feet from him, fingers dancing as she twirled one of her daggers, waiting for the boy to assume some stance.

Feet shoulder length apart. Angle the body to reduce the targeting area. Bend the knees, lean forward, and let your blade cut through the wind.

The woman assumed her stance, crouching as her blades fell low...

The wind's howl was their signal, as the two rushed each other, blades crashing as the instruments of metal hummed with latent kinetic energy, sparks flying with acrobatic grace...

Joker's blade was honed toward the mercenary, both fighters agile and quick with their strikes.

"Left." Arsene's voice chimed in Akira's mind, blades locked by mutual force, a temporary stalemate balanced on a razor's edge, as his knife, like threads guiding the edge, parries to the left, following up with a pommel strike to the gut.

Joker's opponent stumbles back slightly, before reassuming her stance once again.

"You're fast... Good. Just how I like it!"

The clash of iron on iron was heard again, as the woman charged the boy's blade meeting her own again.

He couldn't keep doing this. Holding back this much wouldn't get him anywhere.

"I'm not done!" His voice burst out in a wave of force, no more holding back and playing defense.

Blades cracked as the mask burned away, eyes wide and sparkling with something only akin to madness, as the spectral facet of his psyche manifested behind him, a cocky grin painted across his face. Time to have some fun.

The woman fell backward looking down to her daggers, one of them had snapped in two... She looked back up at the boy, the flaming figure behind him bound by chains, wings outstretched... A summoner? How? This isn't what she signed up for! She frantically tried to scramble backward, anywhere away from this bastard.

"Don't move!" His voice resonated as Arsene's wings flapped forward, strange magic enveloping the woman as her movements slowed, spectral chains coiled around her limbs as Joker stepped forward. Sukunda. One foot after the other the woman was trembling, was she going to die here? Is this how she left this world, at the hands of a psychotic teenager?

He was chuckling to himself, was this going a bit too far? Nah. He'll hold back just enough not to knock her out, so she can still say she yields... The cocky look in his eye never faltered for a second, as another two words echoed from him.

"RAVAGE THEM!"

Arsene gladly complied, as a burst of dark energy concentrated in the hands of the apparition, before releasing it in a destructive blast.

Eiha.

The woman, battered and bruised, lay on the ground as Joker dismissed Arsene, walking over to the woman and crouching down near her face.

"You done now?"

"Y-Yeah... I y-yield..."

Joker offered a hand and helped up the woman and assisted in getting her back to her caravan, before heading toward where Anne and the kids were.

He was hoping for a bit more fight once he brought out Arsene though... It was fine, at least he got to have some fun.
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