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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

I wonder, if I should do up another post, if scenes are gunna continue, or not, if this is just conversational?

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Oooh, ooh, I'll go first then!

@The 42nd Gecko

...whoops.

I didn't have this section open; just the IC, a PM to myself, and my GD for drafting. Sorry.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Marshall moved in mute silence, taking in the Myconid’s apprehensive judgement of him, and his forlorn expression. He was troubled; by what, Marshall couldn’t bring himself to question or be bothered by it. However, Marshall felt off-put. To be cared for, waited on, by what surmounted to a child? It wasn’t indignity, pride, or even a misplaced sense of masculinity that bothered him, but a whisper of paternal failure.

A father isn’t to be waited on hand and foot by his daughter...

Shaking the eerie thought off, Marshall entered the bathroom, and bade the Myconid thanks, before closing the door. As it shut, he turned the water on, disrobed, soaked himself and his clothing fairly clean, and set them back on. Sighing, he shook his hair once, twice, and turned his attention to the mirror -- driving a fist into his own reflection. Shards of the thick glass stuck, steadfast, in his left fist, unarmored, and blood dripped down into the sink.

Five faces glared back at him, as the mirror shattered like a star from impact...

[Thinking of running away already? That’s a record.] snickered a voice in his head; years upon decades upon centuries of playing host to blood from veritable gods to indomitable vermin had left him with a fragile mind, and voices of old demons, angels, and all between them taunted him. {That is what he’s best at; escaping.} Marshall shook his head, slapping his right cheek with his free hand. (You shouldn’t flee so soon. You’ll sadden her.) Marshall groaned, resisting the urge to look back at up at his reflections. <Do you think he cares? He’s a coward. A thief.> Marshall gasped, as he nearly slipped to a knee for a moment; blood settling, the previous traumatic loss catching up. ｢He’ll die on a cursed pyre. A nobody.｣

ALONE

“SHUT UP!” Marshall roared, banging his right fist into the sink. “Damned be you all... shut up...”

Shut up...

Just let me die...

Please...

But, Death was not to be his -- her cold, culling caress was but a phantom wisp upon his cheek; a memory; a wish; a curse. He could feel her fingertips, gracing his skin, and chilling him to the core of his being, as she supped his soul. Primals above, Astrals below, he wanted to see her perfection, and stay. But, he couldn’t -- not with his mistress clinging to his leash on life so tightly; the ugly spider-woman of blindly beautiful light casting him a everlasting shadow to do her bidding from within.

Perfection in the Darkness, Perfection in the Light, and he, Imperfection in their mingling Shade.

“I...” Marshall let the words die in his throat, as he drew his fist from the mirror, and set upon cleaning his mess; glass in the trash; blood in the water; misery in his silence. His damned life pressed on.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Instead of being the fast™ I'm going to give enk and gecko a chance to get a post in before I do

unless I decide I'm really bored and want to write anyway

@Ammokkx

If it weren't for the fact I had work... and spent all morning fixing my Steam login information so I don't lose my account... I would've probably posted this morning. XD

That said, unless you want to wait, go ahead and post. I just got home, so I will post in a few hours, but, in general, Marshall's not about to converse, or concern himself, with two strangers.

Spoiler: He's kinda introverted.

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

@PaulHaynek & @The Irish Tree

...this is becoming a bad habit. I'm not used to having to ping people in a post. Sorry, again.

It legitimately took longer to make up that header than it did to make up the post.

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

Too much was happening too suddenly, Annalise couldn't help but feel, as Magnus pushed her back, and the Holstaur offered her up for combat against a seasoned warrior and something she couldn't predict without seeing it. Her armor hid her panic, as she stumbled back a fair bit from Magnus's brute strength (even controlled), and tried to take her lance in hand; only for her “fingers” to pass through it, and absorb it back into her core. 'No! No! No! Don't panic! Don't panic!’ she tried to calm herself, but, she couldn't. ‘It doesn't change! Nowhere changes! It's still the same!’

Annalise resisted a scream in frustration, as she covered the lance's hilt-less state with her hands. How she'd struggled to travel to that Guild Hall -- hoping to live somewhere that she wouldn't have to fight against her will; somewhere she wouldn't be attacked on sight; somewhere she can wouldn't have to live in the form of a chest to survive the night; somewhere she could eat richly without risking her life in unneeded combat. 'He tricked me. I let him trick me!’ thought the Mimic Slime, as she could feel her armor thinning; being absorbed to call out a better one, a fighting one.

“Fine,” Annalise says, as she couldn’t hear Magnus whispering, and defusing the fights, “I'll accept your proposed fights.” Turning on her heel, Annalise started to leave, “I need to prepare, first,” and set off to find a secluded locate to bring up a stronger set of armor. Close-quarters combat wasn’t her forte, so she needed time to think and look within herself for the right kind of armor and weapon.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

Oh. ok.

<Snipped quote by Enkryption>

@LukasVolkov

Sorry. Maybe, later. Iunno.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

Is... This dead?

@LukasVolkov

Uh, random...

And, no. We have a Discord, over half of us have jobs, go to college/school, or a mixture of the two. Add to that, this is in Casual, so post aren't going to happen with any sort of regular frequently. So... I don't understand your, again, random inquiry.

Unless you are asking to join or something, in which case, we are, currently, a full cast.

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

I'll be able to post today, at last. It's just a nightmare at work during holidays...

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

Among The Trees and Sentries, North (Involving: Aoi)

As the forest erupted from the purposefully made barren sand that surrounded the schoolyard, and ruptured the concrete school with the merciless reclamation that nature was so entitled, Aoi found herself humanly disoriented. Even with the guide of the one called Longinus within her mind and soul, she was victimized by the inherent disruption of a forest, and her hopeless movements observed by the fauna that endlessly watched them stumble, until they crashed so into someone -- backs impacting back, sending her sprawling to the forested floor.

Like the hopeless spirit within her, there was no God for her. No longer in need of the echolocation of her cane, Hana could sense her sister's footsteps upon the trodden path; fallen leaves and bramble brush betraying the young woman with every step. Sword in hand, Hana advanced with seemingly practiced step and strike, forcing Aoi to parry and defend under Longinus's direct influence, and against her own will. There was little room for error in this death match between two sisters; however, one was forged in unflagging stone, and one was besieged by weighted guilt.

A decision needed to be reach by the one that could exhaust, and soon...

Among the Trees and Sentries, West (Involving: Rebecca)

At the same time, Rebecca was truly by herself; unable to do more than hide within the bushes, as the terracotta soldiers were marching to and fro. Unlike her, they didn’t seem lost amid the greenery, however, they were easily distracted by their own noises and movements -- human flaws underneath rising to mess them up. Perhaps, for her, this was opportunity crafted by a guiding hand -- perhaps, Godsent, in aid of her indecision -- that made it possible for the girl to move without strife... for now.

In the distance, however, she could hear the clashing of weapons, the shoutings of another woman, followed in short by a large impact, and a nearby explosion. For Rebecca, these could all be taken as signs -- not ones of hope, nor confidence, but warning to arrest ideas of venturing beyond her safety in the tall bushes and shaded trees. Unfortunately, there is no path truly divine nor safe; as her eyes fell upon the sought safety of the opposite school gate, she could see that Bill had been displaced here.

Or, perhaps, dispatched here, as he seemed stand as a lone sentry, and yet his presence of comparable to ten. Rebecca's choices narrowed to two: place her faith in the benevolent guide that set her here and retreat into the trees or stand firm with the path handed her and forge ahead...

To Stand Proud Before Him (Involving: Kuremi)

As Kuremi struggled and overcame her internal doubt and fear, and drew upon the strength of the spirit within, the forest around the school invaded the school, itself, and crushed down the door behind her. Before her, the path was lain that she would have to venture into the building. However, before that was even possible, she had to face all her demons -- not just those of doubt, but those of action, as well. As she materialized her blade, there was a crunching of stone through leaf...

Standing in the door, Kiriya looked at his granddaughter; hand upon sheathed sword. His eyes, empty and compassionless, studied her drawn blade with years of understanding that dwarfed Kuremi very existence manyfold. This was her challenge -- perhaps, one that she was destined to undertake -- as Kiriya drew his blade upon her; his stance wasn’t that of a rookie swordsman, but that of a kendo proficient steadying himself for a duel... one to the death, in this case.

However, that gave Kuremi a sense of her grandfather still existing within. It didn’t promise a victory by any means, but a chance to succeed...

Teacher’s Meeting (Involving: Dorian)

Dorian’s quick-thinking was something of a Godsend, in the situation at hand; getting Jin and Lia out the window and to safety. Morimoto took the offered draft, and drowned it without a moment’s hesitation. “Thanks,” he sighed, “This is an interesting day, isn’t it? I wasn’t expecting such an event.” Morimoto was babbling, now, as panic set in, anew, and his tongue was loosened by drink. “I’m babbling,” he acknowledged, “I better get out the window, shouldn’t I? Yeah. I’ll do that. Are you sure you down want to go first?” Dorian’s stance, of course, wasn’t going to change in an instant -- he didn’t seem like the type of man to offer you fine wine just to stab you in the back.

As such, he heeded Dorian’s sound advice for landing, before hurrying to the window; a tree sprouting from the center of the floor, and causing him to stumble. Grabbing the window, Morimoto focused on jumping... before a searing pain filled his core. He didn’t have anything on his mind, beyond escaping, as the stone started to cover him; corrupt him; control him. Looking back, he growled at Dorian, before resuming his last thought and the Emperor’s Decree. Newly formed ji in hand, he leapt from the window...

Looking back, Dorian could see, due in part to the growing tree, a section of the wall had been torn away, and a bow-wielding soldier had shot at Morimoto, since it could only see him. However, the wall was coming away quickly, and Dorian wouldn’t be hidden for that long, and his charges below where definitely in grave danger.

Among The Trees and Sentries, South (Involving: Jin and Lia)

A sudden explosion of reforestation was something that could easily set anyone’s day at odds with their initial plans. For Jin and Lia, they were, for better or worst, stuck together, as the forest surrounded them, and encapsulated the schoolyard, before spreading into it, and beyond it. Jin’s landing had been as easy as she expected it to be. Lia’s more so, as she flopped into a sudden bush, and scattered off a bunch of squirrels; some of the running by and upon Jin, before launching into the trees. As she gathered herself, and Jin set her attention to the window they’d leapt from, Lia could see Morimoto about to make his leap...

...only to suddenly lurch forward, as an arrow punched through his neck, and he clung to the window frame with a fleeting moment of desperate hope not to fall, before his finger crushed the frame with the strength of the stone that was coating him. His head was taken first, as the impact zone was closest, and he formed a unique helm; followed by a large ji in his hands, and a suit of much heavier armor. He growled, looking back to Dorian, before finishing his leap, and landing merely a few yards from the girls that had escaped before him.

Turning his attention to Jin and Lia, Morimoto leveled his weapon at Lia, and charged forward at her.

The Jack in Green and the Serpent in Green (Involving: Noboru and Maggie)

Due to the forest nearly devouring the school, Maggie was nowhere near hard to find for Noboru. In fact, in comparison to all that he’d done so far, and what he’d have to in the future, finding the frightened girl was the easiest thing he’d done. Unfortunately, that’s where the ease ended, and the trouble began anew, as Maggie was cornered by several soldiers -- a phantasmal hand slapping aside arrows and swords a frantic rate. He could see a familiar face, his mother’s, which brought him pause, once more.

He would have to deal with her, with finality, if he wanted to save Maggie.

...if that was even an option to him.

Maggie reached into her runestone pouch, but, she came up empty. [Is this where you intend to die, then? Alone? Abandoned? Loveless?] asked the voice from before. “Dad... save me...” Maggie whimpered, as soldiers pushed forward, and trust weapons at her. [If you don’t move, you will die here!] says the keep of the defending hand. [Either face this, or flee!] Maggie looked up, and her eyes widened, as she paled. “N-No...” she gasped, as a spear-wielder soldier beside Noboru’s mother looked too familiar. “No... Dad...”

There was a sudden spike of Mana, and fire swallowed the immediate area in a blind fury and fear.

Noboru couldn’t even attempt to ignore Herne’s commands for retreat, as his own nerves lit with danger...

The Messenger Moving (Involving: Ratatoskr)

Frustrated, the Director of Ratatoskr slammed her office phone down, and ran a hand through her rose-colored hair, before looked at a timid youth in the corner. “Did you finish what I asked, Nathan,” she asks with an annoyed growl. Yelping, the youth jumped to his feet, and ran over; near fumbling a cellphone into the air, before presenting it. “Yes, Miss Everclear,” he says. “I created the account, and downloaded the app, and found the rom,” he opened the app in question, and tapped the screen. “I told you, Nathan, call me Rose, or Roselynn,” snapped the woman, “and, thank you. Haven’t played Pokemon FireRed in years...”

Directing her attention to the screen, Roselynn started the game up; humming the intro to herself, as she gathered her gun holster, and slipped into her two-inch heels. “Let’s go, Nathan,” she ordered, as she exited the office at a quick pace. “Here’s a question,” Rose says, as she tapped the elevator call button, “Fire, Grass, or Water?” Nathan hummed, “In terms of,” he thought for a second, “Well, if we are talking efficiency: Water, of course,” he nodded, before elaborating, “Since, the first Gym is Pewter, and Rock-types are Super-weak to Water-types. Additionally, there’s nothing that can menace Squirtle on your way, so you can easily level to 10, and sweep Brock.”

Roselynn nodded, as they boarded the elevator. “True, of course, the same could be said for Charmander,” she noted. “Yes, but, Rock-types take normal damage from Fire-types, so you would have to get other Pokemon to offset that weakness,” Nathan says. “And, thus, you can see, in that Bulbasaur is the superior one, because it can only be menaced by one Pokemon, and yet, is Super-effective to both Brock’s Gym and Misty’s Gym, which follows in suit. Do you know why,” Roselynn asks.

Nathan tilted his head, and thought about it, “I suppose, if you look at it, philosophically, the grass is what benefits greatest from the earth and the water, and can uproot the very earth itself and trap water within itself.” Roselynn grinned at him, as they left the elevator, and headed for a company car. “That’s a thoughtful answer,” she says, “Rival name...” she hummed, fishing out, and toss Nathan the car key. “Ah. You drive.” Nathan peeked over, opening the passenger side door for her, “Wait!? Me!?” Roselynn smirked. “My bodyguard can be my rival, too,” she says. “Now, to get myself a Bulbasaur...”