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@AzureKnight

Question: Can a PC be Malfested and retain their sentience, in addition to their sapience? My character-in-progress is a recycled old Fate/Stay Master who would likely fit in here with her specialization in Alchemy alone, but I wanted to have a secondary idea, so I didn't just copy as paste her, which is that she opened a Door between her Alchemical Soul and the Unknowable Void... upon which she didn't knock, but she answered.

Since then, she's had a uniquely stronger connection to the Elements of Fire, Water, and Earth through Alchemy, leading people to believe she's more of an Elementalist than an Alchemist, if not for her consistent use of Transmutation Principles, and generally being an affront to Nature - most animals hate her or fear her, though vermin tend to gravitate to her, and food and water spoils when it touches her or she touches it.
I'm going to have to put this RP on hiatus, sadly. Due to the ramping up of my job - I work at Moe's, as primary prep five to six days a week, usually eight to nine hours, restocking the store and making catering orders - I'm starting my days earlier and ending them later.

I'm finding myself writing posts in-between lunch breaks, walking to work, and pretty much anywhere I can steal time, which are moments growing few and far between with personal life ramping up in the background. It's easier to post as a player, than GM, and I don't wanna create a subpar experience as a GM (or, a Player, of course).

All that to say, I would like to come back to this, but I don't expect anyone to hang on to a potential return. So, I'll keep this RP and my other one up as [ON HIATUS] until my professional life, at the very least, calms down.

Hopefully, we will pick up in the future, and if not, there's always the next RP.

Thanks for being here.
I'm going to have to put this RP on hiatus, sadly. Due to the ramping up of my job - I work at Moe's, as primary prep five to six days a week, usually eight to nine hours, restocking the store and making catering orders - I'm starting my days earlier and ending them later.

I'm finding myself writing posts in-between lunch breaks, walking to work, and pretty much anywhere I can steal time, which are moments growing few and far between with personal life ramping up in the background. It's easier to post as a player, than GM, and I don't wanna create a subpar experience as a GM (or, a Player, of course).

All that to say, I would like to come back to this, but I don't expect anyone to hang on to a potential return. So, I'll keep this RP and my other one up as [ON HIATUS] until my professional life, at the very least, calms down.

Hopefully, we will pick up in the future, and if not, there's always the next RP.

Thanks for being here.
You had me at Alchemy and Black Magic.
*bumping for a Caster*
A contextual edit has been made, because, I just didn't like how the post ended.
@Rezod92

Yeah... definitely a good thing. Since, that massive loss of life was this morning for her. She hasn't even stopped to grieve yet.
I had that post ready in my head, since I read up Rez's post, but I've pulled the equivalent of two doubles in three days - last night being 14-1/2 hours of work - so... kinda didn't have time to get it in.

A little more characterization for Ritsuka. Reggie's really being a bro, doing me a solid, so I can display just how bitter and war-worn she is, without having the force the dialogue. Love when that occurs naturally.

I'll be bumping the IC for a Caster, but y'all reach out, if ya wanna.

@Rezod92 I did what I could do make sure that you're dialogue to Ritsuka and then you line break were kept in tact, so you don't need to edit in anything after the fact to acknowledge what was said, if you don't wanna. Feel free to, if you wanna.

Also, I love Robin. "She said, SHE'S EVIL. DID ANYONE ELSE HEAR THAT!?"
"Oh, by the way, Director? Da Vinci is right: Your social skills are absolute trash. An angsty preteen would give better motivation and reassurance than you. For your sake and..... practically everyone else's, please work on that."

You talk an awful lot of shit for someone whose hands are free of blood and death,” Ritsuka says. “I’m not here to motivate you, like some two-bit shrink at some cushy, Ivy League Mage Academy,” she says, “I’m not here, to reassure you that it’s all going to be okay, and hold you hands, like your Mommy when your scared.” Ritsuka narrowed her eyes, “I’m here, because your last Director was a self-assured, ignorant fool and now, she’s a puddle of blood in a Coffin, and I was next in line. Because, unlike you, Reginald, I didn’t choose this position - I was forced into it.

Unlike you, I didn’t get to say, “Yes. I’ll do it.” There was no-one left.

Ritsuka leveled her gaze. “You want some motivation? You want a little reassurance? Don’t fucking die, then. And, remember this, Reginald: You’re eighth in line. Seven Riders came before yours, and they are all dead. 48 Masters died. 48 Servants dethroned. 96 Lives ended, so you can talk shit to me,” she says. “So, for your sake, and practically everyone else’s, please, keep this in mind: You will never understand the stress I’m under. So bear with me..

...awkward...” Penni frowned.

Da Vinci melted back under the table with a dramatic groan. This was going to be hell...

EDIT:

More helpful words from the peanut gallery...” Ritsuka says, trying her eyes on Da Vinci and Penni.

Helpful? No. I’ve only been alive for, maybe, three, four hours,” Penni says. “But, context does matter, you know,” she says, “After all, you never said they all died this morning.

Ritsuka grit her teeth, and curled her fist into balls so tight her knuckles were paling. Hadn’t she? Had she not stressed that? No. No, she hadn’t. She was trying to be cordial, professional, yet serious and direct, but indirect - she didn’t want... what...? Them to worry? To be scared? To lose hope?

...or was that what she wanted for herself?

...to not worry?

...to not be scared?

...to have hope?

Did she just want that for herself?

It’s a hell of a thing, dying,” Penni says. “Clarifies your place on this dusty rock. Brightens colours that dulled with age. Really shows you the fallibility of the Human condition,” she stood up, “In the end, we’re all bit actors, playing a role. Enter stage left. Exit stage right. I’ll be at my Coffin. Come, Mary...

It was just this morning... it’s only been --

Ten hours. Twenty minutes. Forty-seven seconds,” Da Vinci says, “And, not once have you stopped to grieve. To cry. To even... accept,” she says, “Olga Marie is dead. You saw her Coffin. All of them. You need to accept that you have to step up. She isn’t going to walk through that door, and hold your hand.

Ritsuka looked at Da Vinci, but the Servant didn’t balk. “Those eyes don’t scare me. Not even they, themselves, are brimming with fear. Take a nap, Ritsuka. I’ll handle the Rayshift. You can oversee, when you awaken.” Ritsuka lifted her fists from the table, and dropped her shoulders. “Go.

Fou, c’mon. We’re taking a nap,” Ritsuka says.

About time. I’m tired,” Fou says, abandoning the rest of her cake, and skipping over.

Silently, the two would leave. Sighing, Da Vinci looked back to the remaining. “Thank you for coming. Please, go rest as well. A text will come to you with the code to your Coffin and the elevator code to reach them. Don’t be late,” she finalized the text to everyone, and sent it. “The fate of Humanity depends on it.
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