Flamelord

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

Isotta frowned, resisting the urge to take one of her swords and throw it at the demon as Carver opened up the dialogue, only for the creature to begin blatantly lying to them, as if they hadn't caught her red handed at the scene of the crime, in the process of perpetuating it. That took some guts, or stupidity, and either way it would not work out for her.

Fortunately she managed to suppress that desire as Sheridan pulled out a grenade launcher of all things, threatening to blow up all the work that had been done here. Isotta wasn't the biggest fan of reckless destruction of public property, but in a case like this she was willing to make an exception. So long as it dealt with this demon then she was willing to make a lot of exceptions overall.

"I agree with Ms. Black," she said at last, nodding in turn. "The church has business with the being in front of us anyway. Even if she was not responsible for this, I am sure that my associates would like to have a long chat with her anyways. Some collateral damage is merely to be expected." That said, she waited to see how their current quarry would react to that, and prepared to fight as need be.

Relic Girls (OC Magical Girl RP)

Hm, interested. At the moment still working out a concept, but knowing me it will either end up as a SAGA Girl of some sort or a Support character of some kind. We'll see I suppose.

Enigma Final Fantasy: FF All-Stars (Cloud Slot Open)

And done. Not all that fancy, but it'll do.

Enigma Final Fantasy: FF All-Stars (Cloud Slot Open)

"Ugggh....Did anyone get the name of that...."

The ground swayed and rumbled, almost like it was water rather than solid ground beneath the woman who laid there on the grass. For some reason it felt familiar, only to be swept away in muddled thoughts and visions. Pain, joy, sadness, and a piercing emptiness that seemed like it would go on forever as she swore that she smelled sea water for a brief moment before it was gone. What it meant was impossible to tell, as consciousness slowly began to return to the blond haired woman, leaving her only with a confusing message and a single name: 'Sarisa'.

Slowly she began to wake up, her eyes flickering open to see a field of green stretching out in front of her in row upon endless row of grass. Sarisa herself was stretched out upon the same grass, oddly soft and comforting amidst the fuzzy and clouded tumult of her own mind, even as it settled for the moment. She was left to wander and wonder, trying to figure out why she couldn't....think, remember how she had gotten here.

"Hey, are you awake now, kupo?"

A slight groan escaped at the irritating noise, but Sarisa quickly realized that this one was not inside her head, and rather nearby. Her clothes rustled as she turned in place, shifting to see a small creature with a red ball on its head staring at her. For a moment there was a flash of panic, then irritation, before it settled into a dull acceptance. What was this again? Oh, right. Some silly animal.

She groaned, sitting up as she looked over at the annoying creature. "I am now," she grumbled to herself, and to her companion as she looked around. Surprisingly, it seemed like there were other people here, yet she had the feeling that something was missing. Not the gaps in her memory, which were fairly obvious, there was a deeper ache inside her, like something precious was no longer with her. Honestly, the fact that she didn't know what it was was starting to tick her off.

A hand came to rest on her knee as she examined the creature, who in turn seemed to do the same to her. "Who're you?"

"You can call me Mojito, kupo!" For speaking with such odd mannerisms, the creature had a very dull tone of voice. It was a bit annoying, but Sarisa decided that she had bigger things to worry about at the moment. "I found you here."

She grunted, bracing for a moment before rising to her feet. "Is that so? Well, thanks." It was somewhat halfhearted, since Mojito obviously hadn't done anything to help her recover or wake up, but she couldn't really be annoyed about that, when so many other things were important. She took a few steps before a glint caught in her eye, drawing her over to where a steel blade laid in the grass.

Stepping over to it, Sarisa crouched as she examined the blade before picking it up, making sure that it was sharp, checking the weight of it. It seemed passable, even if it wasn't that long. She wasn't sure, but she had the feeling that she could use the blade pretty well in a fight, if she needed to. After a few moments she decided that she had a good enough impression of it, and decided to inquire with her current companion. "Did you bring this?" she asked, looking over at Mojito.

After a moment of waiting Mojito shook his head, the red pom swaying in the wind as it accompanied the motion of his body. "No. It was here when I found you, kupo."

"Huh." Considering it for a moment, Sarisa at last gave in ad slipped the dagger into her belt, where it was securely held and easily in reach should she need it. "Guess it's mine then. Finders keepers." Not like anyone was going to argue with her, at least as far as she could tell. The presence of a weapon for self defense made her feel a bit safer, allowing her to focus on other things such as figuring out where she was.

Now that she had risen, Sarisa could get a better look at everything. Grass continued to stretch as far as the eye could see, but there were now plainly trees about as well, providing some shade and dispersed across this open field so as to not make it completely barren. Yet there was more to it, as Sarisa spotted several individuals, some like her, and others like Mojito. It seemed that many of them were headed their own ways, while a guy with a weird tattoo on his chest and a red bandana seemed content to stand there and yell at them.

With a sigh, Sarisa made her way over to the man, wary to some extent but not completely closed off even as she frowned. She didn't know anything, and it was obvious that Mojito didn't. Maybe this guy did. And besides, she had this feeling in her gut that it was better to stick together as a group, working towards a common purpose, than to go it alone. "Looks like they're in a hurry," she noted aloud as she glanced from the others departing the scene towards the man, Mojito coming up beside her. "Don't suppose you know where we are, do you?"

Enigma Final Fantasy: FF All-Stars (Cloud Slot Open)

KH 3 will come out a week before Half Life 3 does. :V

Also, working on a post now, hope to have it up shortly.

Tokoshie no Ansoku

Given how recently I posted here, I can safely say that I'm still alive.

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

<Snipped quote by Flamelord>

That's not how anything works.

@Unoedipal

Look man, when someone chooses to run an RP that deliberately breaks the power ceiling like a soup cracker under a sandblaster, you can't expect things to work exactly like it should. :V

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

Ah man, Alaya. That brings back memories.

Specifically, I almost applied to a Grail War RP as a manifestation of Alaya once. Or rather 'Alaya-chan'. Because shit had gotten broken so that Grand Servants were being summoned for the Holy Grail War, and it seemed like she needed to get directly involved to preserve mankind from the throwdown about to result.

I'm not saying her 'Expert of Many Specializations' gave her access to every skill created by humans, but it did something like that. :V

Oh, and her master was going to be EMIYA. Who she was kinda pissed at because of his whole 'Imma escape my contract with Alaya' schtick. Turns out Alaya is a bit Yandere when it comes to her Counter Guardians (She's still pissed at Jean for getting away)

Sadly the guy who was gonna be EMIYA couldn't apply, so it ended up going nowhere. But it would have been glorious.

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

Assassin nodded, folding her arms across his chest as Hector finally identified himself. He didn't exactly need to be so sarcastic about it, especially when he had just pulled a random Heroic Spirit out of the aether so he only really had himself to blame for it. Assassin might have been a bandit but he still appreciated some common courtesies. Like having a name for the person who was supposed to be his 'Master'.

He waited patiently then as Hector explained the plan he had in mind, how they were going to go buy supplies before holing up somewhere and waiting. It left him to wonder why he had not simply bought his supplies before going about the summoning, but who was he to question the way of a Magus? Certainly he didn't have any understanding in that regard, though he hoped that this sort of thing wasn't typical for a Holy Grail War.

"So, just to make sure that I understand, your plan is to hide somewhere until the other Masters in the war have killed each oher, and then go and finish off the survivors," he asked, just clarifying that with all the dead weight cut out of it. As an Assassin he didn't mind that in principle, he just had some problems with it overall. Though he was getting the feeling that Hector wasn't much inclined to listen to him in the first place.

He didn't take long to point that out. "I would like to remind you that I am of the Assassin class. Even if we do not go after the other Masters directly, it would be unwise to simply lock ourselves away to wait out the Grail War, since we would have no idea what Servants might come to attack us." He had confidence in his master....mostly, but it was better to be prepared than to simply isolate hemselves entirely.

Tokoshie no Ansoku

Fine. Hoping my sudden presence didn't kill the RP :p