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*TL Note: "keikaku" means "plan"

Choice Memes aside, the post is finally up. Last week was a crock of shit from Monday to Sunday, and my brain had a BSOD this morning, so just gotta force myself to settle for getting a baby post out.

Plenty of room for characters to fill in the soft time-skip with their thoughts and interact with each other, though.
As her Overseers, and her new Raid Council, took to their factories, to their new lives, and their new responsibilities, Faetalis would take to the skies after a day - assuming the form of a Rustic Gravewurm soaring in and out of the clouds; staining them with death and rust. Anzelgard could see her soaring as a pale omen, a potent of doom...

This would be the practical exam of her Raid Council: Defend Anzelgard from her.

Yes, she would have opted for anything else - engineered a scenario to have an enemy force attack the village; a bunch of faceless nobodies with the sole purpose of pillage and purge. Hell, she could have just created one from her Dollhouse, and spared herself the resources to manipulate real people.

However, she needed to put her new Raid Council through their paces, and push them to their limits.

And, to that end, she would force them against the strongest force possible.

Herself.

So, she would fly through the clouds on and off for a week - leaving a doll of herself to operate as herself in her own stead, so she was in two places at once. The doll was superficially her, and incapable of operating in combat as she could, which was all according to keikaku*...

All that remained was how her Raid Council would act throughout the week.

And, at the end of said week, the Doll would look up into the rust darkened sky, as she did each morning...

Alright, then,” Doll Faetalis says, as she sat on the edge of their mountain. “It’s about time we deal with this overgrown lizard,” she says, programmed to have zero knowledge of Faetlis’s true purpose for her existence, “I gave it a week to see what it was doing, and now, it’s just being annoying. It hasn’t been sunny for days. I’m getting pale as a ghost.

Getting up, the facsimile would call an Emergency Meeting.

It was time to slay a dragon. Anzelgrad would make for a fine battleground.
Alright, due to a combination of so many things going wrong as hell last week, and my brain just BSOD'ing on me this morning, I really couldn't put out a nice, big post. So, this update is a little baby post to stir up character interaction.
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Alright awesome! Thanks for getting back to me. I probably will lurk, it's fun to read : )


NP. XD
As the members of Team Theta gathered at the appointed time, Ritsuka and Da Vinci could be seen at the head of a large dining table in the center of the room; it was set for three at either side, and one to the opposite of the Campus Director and Technical Advisor. Each place was assigned with the Class Container Identification Card, so the assembled six would take their proper places.

At the left side, Saber, Archer, and Lancer would be sat, while Rider, Caster, and Assassin would be sat on the right, and Berserker would be sat at the butt of the table; opposite of the Director and her Servant. Upon taking their assigned seats, they would be greeted by a capped silver platter, and a strangely delicious hodgepodge of scents from the hidden food stuff.

At the head of the empty assembly hall, sat at the podium, was an odd young woman that looked like someone made an arctic wolf into an anime girl. Before her, a three-tier wedding cake was crumpling towards her, as she chomped on it - occasionally poking a bite at her little, snowman doll that had all the interest in eating that an inanimate object could possess.

Ahem...” Ritsuka cleared her throat, as she stood, “Welcome, Team Theta, to your last supper. Before we begin, please, eat. Da Vinci-chan went through quite the lengths to have your favourite dishes discovered and prepared,” she smiled, warm and welcoming, despite the unwelcomingly melancholy look in her eyes.

Hehehe~! I got all of your bellies down to a science!” Da Vinci smirked, looking rather proud of herself. “It's expertly home-cooked and catered to a T, so you better enjoy it!

Ritsuka chuckled, though her eyes drifted to the empty seat of the Assassin.

She was still in the ICU, and it was growing increasingly uncertain if she was going to make it out... What was she going to tell them, when someone, inevitably, inquired about the empty seat?

If she could have afforded to wait, she would have, but that luxury was dead and done. She had to move, hope, and pray her Assassin Master would make it through before the mission started...
I was wondering if this roleplay was taking on new players? It looks so awesome!


No, sorry. It's strictly 7 Players - myself, included - at a time. But, feel free to lurk, and if anyone drops, just shoot a sheet for their spot. It's first come, first served.
Hey all! Update's in the works but I have to delay it for maybe a day since I'm out of brain juice at the moment. Sorry guys!


*looks at my two overdue GM posts*

Mood.
Starting my work on the GM posts, now that my six-day stint is over. Slow-going, thanks to catching a cold three days ago, but it's coming. Scout's honour.
Starting my work on the GM posts, now that my six-day stint is over. Slow-going, thanks to catching a cold three days ago, but it's coming. Scout's honour.
I probably should have asked this a lot sooner, but are we allowed to post multiple times per post cycle? Within reason?


Yeah. A few back and forth posts are always appreciated. However, I will ask that full-blown scenes be condensed into a collaboration between all involved parties and just give me a heads-up, so I don't update and invalidate your writings.
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