Enkryption

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@PaulHaynek

Gotcha. I'll be mindful, then. Gonna look through them all today, and decide on one.

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General Question: Is it possible to take on quests -- at least, side quests anyways -- solo?

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@PaulHaynek

Sorry, if that came off harsh. I wrote that walking to work this morning. Honestly, Annalise would have just kept to herself all night, and nommed on raw metal that she figured wouldn't be missed, while her armor and hammer melted, and then made up her "nest".

That's all. No harm done, really.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

Consequences of Action and Inaction (Involving: Kuremi, Aoi, and Rebecca)

So many mistakes made. Emotions allowed to boil over. Panic allowed to take over. Action. Inaction. Consequences applied to both. Aoi’s scream was an attractant to guards that had lain sentry slumber, and Noboru’s rampage had pulled more inside the school towards him. Emotionlessly, Hana raised her sword, and trust the blade towards her paralyzed sister; intending to sink the blade into her and fold her in. However, her attack was suddenly applied to a section of armor, and screeched, as it scraped down Aoi's lance.

Underneath, there was a ruffling that came from a book that fell before Aoi; Hana turned her attention to the new threat, instincts of a human, and tapped her sword against the ground. Forward, the assaulted teen turned stone marched straight at the ping that was Rebecca... at least, until the soldier was battered against the back by a wooden rod that used to be a broom. It wasn't much but, in the hand of the kendo proficient, Kuremi was able to, if only briefly, bring pause to Aoi's sister, and keep Rebecca safe.

However, as she ran forward, her path was blocked by a pair of soldiers that Rebecca could easily recognize as her American penpal, and his childhood friend from his griping. The foreigner known as Bill Cumberland raised his longbow, and aimed squarely at Kuremi's face, while Lauren marched forward with a sword drawn before both paused in place, and sheathed their arms. Hana ceased her own assault against her sister and company, and looked towards the distance behind the school, with her stone compatriots... as if their attention was summoned.

The Anger Inside Fear (Involving: Maggie and Noboru)

Inside, Noboru had the good fortune, if one could say so, that his Servant’s manifestation had come with such potential and guardianship. If not for the dervish of chains, his body would have be riddled with arrow and sword within moments of drawing so much attention. However, in spite of his heroism, it had the drawback of culling all attention to him, and leaving him without defense. It was just a matter of time before his selflessness would bring his downfall... until his instincts warned him of a sudden threat.

A twin set of spikes of magic; one distant and all encompassing that brought pause to his Servant for a moment, as if attempting to trace it back to the source, and one that prickled his Human sense of overwhelming danger. Noboru wouldn't have time to mull on either, as the onslaught against him stopped without reason, but his chain suddenly braced for an unseen hell that was coming...

Her breath held behind trembling fingers, Maggie listened to the thunderstorm of her heartbeat, and the march of terracotta against hardwood. Before her, the phantasmal hand seemed to be planning something, as it was frantically jerking around, and trying to make her move. However, she wasn't listening; rooted well in place by her fear. Fortunately, or, perhaps, unfortunately, that fear was easy to override, as Noboru burst into the room; a mess of man and chain, flailing wildly, and radiating a powerful aura of -- over -- confidence.

Instead of fearing the soldiers, she feared his almost eldritch existence, and yet, she couldn’t run from it, even as he commanded. Maggie couldn’t run... and, that... drove her over the edge. “... go... away...” she muttered, as the phantasmal hand clenched, and she reached into her runestone pouch, “Cosaint! Soinneáin! Soinneáin! Soinneáin!” Maggie shouted, as she suddenly flipped the table with a large dome shield, and created a trio of large explosions that destroyed the room, and sent Noboru out of window he came in.

“Soinneáin! Soinneáin! Soinneáin!” Maggie's denotations ripped apart the floor, and sent the bulk of the room crashing into the one below it. “Dlús a chur.” Maggie says, as shattering her shield with the force of her sudden acceleration, and outrunning the collapse. Fear controlling her, she wastefully began to blast everything she came across, as she forced a path deeper into the school.

New Faces and Allies? (Involving: Dorian, Lia, and Jin)

It would be easy to assume, when he got up, Morimoto Ryouji wasn't planning on hiding out from stone statues of his students, fellow teachers, and even the nice lady at the coffee shop he liked. Yet, here he was, hiding out in a spare classroom, as several petrified students were marching around. He’d heard screaming from down the hallway, outside, and a shatter of glass nearby. Looking up from behind the desk, he looked to his left, at the 3D Animation teacher, fellow Homeroom teacher, and owner of such an unique name in all of Japan: Dorian Fiordilatte.

“It’s getting quiet again,” Morimoto says, hopeful. “Think they sleep...?” he asks, drawing a growl from one of the two girls that made up the four occupants of the room. Ryou Jin, he remembered her name from the earlier discussion over “troubled” children. It seemed she was enamored with the yankii lifestyle; an old delinquent, himself, he remembered the glamorous look of the lifestyle, before coming to terms with the reality of life. He knew that Jin could be something, if she tried to be more; something like the other female in the room.

Lia. C. Icecole; pianist; singer; linguist; and, she was aiming to be a doctor. Morimoto was proud to be her Homeroom teacher... however, he was proud... and pride could translate into creepy staring at her. Blushing in embarrassment, Morimoto looked away from her, and back to Dorian. “S-So, do you think, we can -- ?” Suddenly, he was interrupted by a distinctive female scream, and the wall across from this blowing down. “What the -- !?” Morimoto tried to speak, however, he noticed the floor was fast giving away.

Talking was wasting time the could be used for action -- or escaping.

The Emperor Moves (Involving: PLOT)

“It is time to advance,” Kozo said, head tilted, as if acknowledging someone to his side. He lifted his arms, as if silencing crowd; in a way, perhaps he was, as all his stone soldiers paused, and turned their attention to his direction. “Progress, its march cannot be halted by even destiny, so I have decided. Against this city, we've amassed the force to consume the greater area,” he announced, “Assimilate all that lie before you; fold them to the divine will of your Emperor. Failure is not something you can know under my divine guidance, so march without waver.” Kozo lowered his hands, “Expand my Empire, and know Heaven sends you through me.”

Under new orders, the soldiers of stone started to press into the city, proper, and drew sword and arrow against anyone they saw. Unable to react, situation beyond their training, the first response police flew to the unyielding march and folded. However, they weren't simple civilians, but truly trained warriors, and held crossbows instead of the terracotta shortsword or longbows. Unfortunately, it didn't simply end there, but escalated further, as they place a hand against car, and the metal was wrapped in stone; cracking, crumbling, reshaping, until a stallion of terracotta stood were a car once did -- the mechanical horse realized.

Forming old-school rifle companies and calvary, simultaneously, the expanding army posed a greater treat with superior mobility; which was put to task, as the horses were driven further. Truly, the march progressed without any seeming to possess any possibility of failure.

Save for the attention drawn by its very existence...

The Messenger Shoots (Involving: ???)

From a sea of swivel chairs, LCD monitors, and a chill that made winter seem like summer, came a stream of reports from eagle-eyed men and women dressed like an everyday office worker. For a woman with a strong jaw, sharp eyes, and very unhappy expression, one was currently Priority One. “Update on Activated Servant in --” Her request was cut short, as a woman spoke up, “Servant, Caster F-01 is increasing. Report is a follows: Saint Graph Signature Materialization: Completed. Spiritron Construction: Temple is complete. Addition information is present.”

Sitting up, the woman opened the feed on her screen. “Seven simultaneous Saint Graphs are being detected in one location, approximately ten city blocks from the Temple,” says a man, “seven in the Materialization Stage, and one fully Materialized; a Rider Saint Graph, Designation: D-23. Preliminary scans of the area return a Saber, Archer, Assassin, Lancer, Caster, and, interestingly enough, a Shielder, all of Spiritron Quality: Nominal.” The woman sat forward, “And, the eighth?”

Another man spoke up. “Berserker. Spiritron Quality: Sporadic.” Sighing, the woman sat back. “A Full House? That can't be good news,” running a hand through her hair, she stood up, “This is getting out of hand. There's no fighting the progress of this without getting numbers of our own," she flipped open a cellphone, placing a call, "Switch Maria Hotsuin and Rider A-05 from Standby to Active.”

The woman looked at her destination, “It’s time for Ratatoskr to send a message. What better place than school?”

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@PaulHaynek

I don't wanna make a thing out of it, but I'd like to make a note: due to work running long, yesterday, and working on two other posts, Annalise didn't actually get a chance to respond to Nephele, nor actually interact with the forge.

I'll run with what was wrote, but, Annalise wouldn't be so reckless, as to eat everything in reach, since she doesn't wanna be caught by a bunch of strangers she doesn't remotely trust yet.

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Lacking her sensory puddle, Annalise didn't have a heads up on Nephele’s approach, until she spoke. As soon as she did, she had to resist the overwhelming urge to slam her hammer into the friendly face, as she didn't remember just what it even did; honestly, she didn't even remember what the armor did. It was just a selection to push people to the side, and keep them there. Evidently, Nephele didn't work on the same system of thought, as she stood close enough that she could be “eaten" with ease.

Internally, the Mimic Slime worked out her approach. 'Drake? No, Dragon? Maybe, Drake? No, no, definitely Dragon. She isn't wearing anything yummy. Fabric is so boring. Poor tailoring. Gross,’ she thought. 'What am I supposed to say? Hello? That's common. She speaks with the Common tongue. That's good.’ Annalise decided, “That would be beneficial, Hatchling.”

‘... ... ... why did I say that!?’ Annalise panicked after a moment, having called Nephele a baby. ‘She’s older than a mere Hatchling! She's has to be a Young Adult, are least! I forget myself! Not everyone is near to a century old, Annalise,’ she scolded herself, 'Save face. Save face. How, though?’ Annalise shifted, and offered her best, “If you've time to humour a doddering old woman, that is.”

'When in doubt, return the insult upon yourself,’ Annalise thought, as that's all she could figure to do: attempt levity, and just try to seem human until she found the forge, and could made her nest to hide in.

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@The Irish Tree

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Alrighty, then.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

I'm assuming that means Annalise can reply to Nephele, or should I wait until after Bart speaks to her?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Anyone can sorta attempt to interact with Annalise, if so desired. Success will vary.

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@PaulHaynek

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Too many noises. Too many smells. Too many opportunities. Annalise Xing “salivated” over the astounding scores of gears that just existed in the area directly before her. Dozens of targets, as lost in their own conversations; wearing her meal of choice. However, as an ambush predator and a dungeon specialist, Annalise didn’t have the skills required to take over a room full of people in grand combat... at least, not without wasting her reserves and endangering her meals. It had taken far too long to reach this location, and her reserves were lower than she liked -- for a human, it was equivalent to not eating for a week.

Even still, it was tempting... ‘Focus. Focus. Repairs. Prey always speak of repairing.’ Annalise recalled, as she hid herself out of sight; preparing her ambush, her attack. ‘Repair needs Food. Prey must have a... a... a Forge, Prey calls it.’ she thought. ‘Still, I can’t... walk in. Prey would attack Predator without thought. I must disguise myself.’ she decided, as her Reflection Core started to shine, as if polished, ‘Prey trust Prey.’ Annalise writhed for a moment, as she silently retched, and her throat stretched, as her jaw unhinged. From her mouth, a cobalt-hued gauntlet emerged, and dropped into her awaiting hands.

Piece by piece, she regurgitated a suit of armor; bulky from top to bottom, hued in glorious cobalt, beset with gems of ruby and emerald; it radiated power of old strength and ancient magic. Screwing up her eyes, she vomited a double-sided, warhammer with a head near the size of a house door; wrapped with rings of gold, silver, and platinum, and beset with sapphires and onyx stone. Silently panting, Annalise assembled the armor, and liquefied herself to embody it.

Rising to a titanic height of ten-feet, Annalise reached down, and took the hammer into her armored hand. ‘I only have a few minutes. This disguise won’t last long.’ Measured, almost cautiously so, Annalise walked back to the hall, and entered the mess hall proper. Through the room, she marched with a nearly a century’s worth of combat experience, and cast an aura of untouchable existence. It was all she could do, in order to avoid undesired contact, as she only sought out the kitchen -- or, rather, the forge. Her eyes surveyed a host of creatures she recognized from her dungeon life, as well as her benefactor; to whom she walked.

“Hail... no, Hark... no, Never mind...” Annalise mumbled to herself. “I have answered your summon, Leader of this Guild,” she says, voice muffled and bass-boosted to the nines, “I require use of your kitch – your forge.”