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>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Edwyrd rose with the start of a new day, the pleasant sunshine obscured by the clouds that drifted overhead. The young man had half a mind to sleep in a bit, to try and get some more rest after the long night that had just taken place. But he knew that he couldn't do that, if only because there were things that he needed to do now.
Rising from bed, he took a few minutes to do some stretches, hoping that it would wake him up for the day more than he was already. By the time he had finished his employed servant arrived, an older gentleman named Garcia who was very good at what he did, and not only provided useful council but also knew how to be discreet when times called for it.
“Good morning Signior. Breakfast will be ready soon,” Garcia said as he helped Edwyrd shrug into one of his better suits. He had a part to play after all, and it would be a shame to not look as best as he could for the occasion.
Edwyrd nodded, a smile on his face. “Sounds good. Thank you.” With himself ready, he spun in the mirror before exiting the room, heading towards the dining room to have his breakfast. He had a few meetings planned, but for the moment he could enjoy the day.
This day he went to the dining room that was outside, though admittedly there was a roof to avert any rain that might come. He could have eaten inside, but he didn't feel like sequestering himself away from the people. One had to be open to the public, and so he was. Noise drifted in from the rousing city, a street running nearby and buildings surrounding his home. Sure, there was a bit of space, but if some random laborer had wanted to come up and talk to him, they could. That was the point of being a patrician.
Taking a seat at the table, he looked out over the spread that had been prepared, with Garcia standing nearby, and his associate Victor across from him. “Good morning,” he said to the older man with a nod. “Where are Alexio and Felicia?”
“They're busy, but they should be here shortly,” Victor reassured him as he began to eat, only once Edwyrd had begun. It was his right as the head of the household, but to the both of them it was just natural.
Edwyrd nodded, a hum escaping as he sampled the well prepared food. It was only natural that he would have a good cook. How could a man, or elf, operate without a full stomach and the energy to challenge the day? “So, how are things fairing?”
“Good,” Victor reassured him. “There was a bit of a scuffle down in the factory district regarding pay, but it's been resolved for the moment. Profits are within expected margins though.”
Edwyrd frowned to himself, reflecting on that. “Well, money isn't everything. I'll have to take a trip down there, see if there are some grievances that need addressing. Surely we can prevent violence in the future.” That sort of conflict didn't help anyone, and just cast a bad impression of their fair Republic. If he could fix that, then he had an obligation to.
“I'll let them know to expect you,” Victor agreed with a nod, not trying to convince him otherwise at this point.
Before they could go on, a child ran up, younger than Edwyrd himself by a good span. “Signior, signior! I have a letter for you!” The boy waved around his package, paper fluttering in the breeze, though he was quick to hand it over when Edwyrd offered an open hand.
Edwyrd smiled as he took the letter, glancing at it to see the official looking script upon it, and the seal which indicated that it was from the office of the mayor himself. “Ah, Phillipe. Where's your papa? I was looking forward to talking with him.”
That did not dim the young boys energy as he provided an answer. “He's sick Mister Edwyrd. I'm taking his place until he gets better.”
That earned a slight frown as Edwyrd ran a hand through his hair in consideration. “I see” He ruffled through one of his pockets before producing a couple gold coins, handing them over to Phillipe. “Here, take these and tell your father I hope he gets better soon.”
The boy's eyes widened as he took the coins, examining them in the light before quickly pocketing. “I will. Thank you signior!” With that he ran off, leaving the two of them alone for the moment.
Victor chuckled at the departing backside of the boy, waving to him as he left. “He reminds me of you when you were that age,” he noted at the same time. Perhaps true, but it was a time that had long past. Now Edwyrd had to focus on business.
“I'm sure you were the same way,” the elf noted as he looked at the letter. There'd be time to deal with that later. For now, he should finish breakfast.
After breakfast Edwyrd found himself in his office. It used to be his father's office, and it had shelves of manuscripts and scrolls, an old yet spacious desk that was cluttered with various materials, plenty of chairs, a globe, and a window that allowed him to look out onto the city. All in all it was a pretty nice place, as was expected of someone in his status.
But that was not his focus at the moment. Instead, he was looking towards the letter that he had opened before. The contents weren't what he had expected, though the list of people who had signed on was impressive. It seemed as though there was some sort of organization being formed that was directed against Baelwill, and based on the prophecy. Odd and unexpected, but it was an honor to some extent. Even if he didn't believe in prophecies all that much.
Having read it, he left it in place as he turned towards the window. “Hm, what to do,” he muttered to himself. No one could make this decision but him, but he wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to act and make a mark, but he wasn't sure whether he was willing to stake his future on some prophecy that others thought applied to him.
Sighing, he turned away from the window, only to be struck motionless. Standing there in the middle of the room was a shadowy figure with white eyes, matching Edwyrd's eyes as they widened. Shock merged into worry of a sort, wondering just what this meant. He had never expected that this would happen, not in a hundred years.
Then in the blink of an eye it was gone once again, leaving him alone there. Glancing down, he realized that his hands were trembling, without him even realizing. In a daze he moved over to his desk and sat down, gaze fixed on that spot. That....That had been a Primordial. But they were only supposed to appear underground!
Yet he had seen it, and that left him with little choice. If it had shown up now then that meant that this was important. Reaching out to the letter, he looked it over once again. It seemed he didn't have a choice after all.
Rising from bed, he took a few minutes to do some stretches, hoping that it would wake him up for the day more than he was already. By the time he had finished his employed servant arrived, an older gentleman named Garcia who was very good at what he did, and not only provided useful council but also knew how to be discreet when times called for it.
“Good morning Signior. Breakfast will be ready soon,” Garcia said as he helped Edwyrd shrug into one of his better suits. He had a part to play after all, and it would be a shame to not look as best as he could for the occasion.
Edwyrd nodded, a smile on his face. “Sounds good. Thank you.” With himself ready, he spun in the mirror before exiting the room, heading towards the dining room to have his breakfast. He had a few meetings planned, but for the moment he could enjoy the day.
This day he went to the dining room that was outside, though admittedly there was a roof to avert any rain that might come. He could have eaten inside, but he didn't feel like sequestering himself away from the people. One had to be open to the public, and so he was. Noise drifted in from the rousing city, a street running nearby and buildings surrounding his home. Sure, there was a bit of space, but if some random laborer had wanted to come up and talk to him, they could. That was the point of being a patrician.
Taking a seat at the table, he looked out over the spread that had been prepared, with Garcia standing nearby, and his associate Victor across from him. “Good morning,” he said to the older man with a nod. “Where are Alexio and Felicia?”
“They're busy, but they should be here shortly,” Victor reassured him as he began to eat, only once Edwyrd had begun. It was his right as the head of the household, but to the both of them it was just natural.
Edwyrd nodded, a hum escaping as he sampled the well prepared food. It was only natural that he would have a good cook. How could a man, or elf, operate without a full stomach and the energy to challenge the day? “So, how are things fairing?”
“Good,” Victor reassured him. “There was a bit of a scuffle down in the factory district regarding pay, but it's been resolved for the moment. Profits are within expected margins though.”
Edwyrd frowned to himself, reflecting on that. “Well, money isn't everything. I'll have to take a trip down there, see if there are some grievances that need addressing. Surely we can prevent violence in the future.” That sort of conflict didn't help anyone, and just cast a bad impression of their fair Republic. If he could fix that, then he had an obligation to.
“I'll let them know to expect you,” Victor agreed with a nod, not trying to convince him otherwise at this point.
Before they could go on, a child ran up, younger than Edwyrd himself by a good span. “Signior, signior! I have a letter for you!” The boy waved around his package, paper fluttering in the breeze, though he was quick to hand it over when Edwyrd offered an open hand.
Edwyrd smiled as he took the letter, glancing at it to see the official looking script upon it, and the seal which indicated that it was from the office of the mayor himself. “Ah, Phillipe. Where's your papa? I was looking forward to talking with him.”
That did not dim the young boys energy as he provided an answer. “He's sick Mister Edwyrd. I'm taking his place until he gets better.”
That earned a slight frown as Edwyrd ran a hand through his hair in consideration. “I see” He ruffled through one of his pockets before producing a couple gold coins, handing them over to Phillipe. “Here, take these and tell your father I hope he gets better soon.”
The boy's eyes widened as he took the coins, examining them in the light before quickly pocketing. “I will. Thank you signior!” With that he ran off, leaving the two of them alone for the moment.
Victor chuckled at the departing backside of the boy, waving to him as he left. “He reminds me of you when you were that age,” he noted at the same time. Perhaps true, but it was a time that had long past. Now Edwyrd had to focus on business.
“I'm sure you were the same way,” the elf noted as he looked at the letter. There'd be time to deal with that later. For now, he should finish breakfast.
After breakfast Edwyrd found himself in his office. It used to be his father's office, and it had shelves of manuscripts and scrolls, an old yet spacious desk that was cluttered with various materials, plenty of chairs, a globe, and a window that allowed him to look out onto the city. All in all it was a pretty nice place, as was expected of someone in his status.
But that was not his focus at the moment. Instead, he was looking towards the letter that he had opened before. The contents weren't what he had expected, though the list of people who had signed on was impressive. It seemed as though there was some sort of organization being formed that was directed against Baelwill, and based on the prophecy. Odd and unexpected, but it was an honor to some extent. Even if he didn't believe in prophecies all that much.
Having read it, he left it in place as he turned towards the window. “Hm, what to do,” he muttered to himself. No one could make this decision but him, but he wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to act and make a mark, but he wasn't sure whether he was willing to stake his future on some prophecy that others thought applied to him.
Sighing, he turned away from the window, only to be struck motionless. Standing there in the middle of the room was a shadowy figure with white eyes, matching Edwyrd's eyes as they widened. Shock merged into worry of a sort, wondering just what this meant. He had never expected that this would happen, not in a hundred years.
Then in the blink of an eye it was gone once again, leaving him alone there. Glancing down, he realized that his hands were trembling, without him even realizing. In a daze he moved over to his desk and sat down, gaze fixed on that spot. That....That had been a Primordial. But they were only supposed to appear underground!
Yet he had seen it, and that left him with little choice. If it had shown up now then that meant that this was important. Reaching out to the letter, he looked it over once again. It seemed he didn't have a choice after all.
It's confirmed, Aderyn's a basic white girl.
It's alright, I know how to make it. Might not drink it, but I have to make coffee for work so it's a win-win, I guess.
Putting this up as a work in progress just to make it clear that I am working on it, and so it doesn't accidentally get eaten or something. Expect it to be finished soonish.
IF
Glancing over at one of the others who had spoken up after she did, recommending that they split up before they went, IF froze at the sight of the blood that seemed to be practically omnipresent on the being. Where had they just come from to get like that? Even the dungeons she went to didn't tend to wind up with someone having that much injuries on them. It was amazing that she was still standing.
Nonetheless, IF did agree. It was the rational thing to do in a situation like this, but it seemed that no one else would listen. Charmeine assured them that the worlds would be safe once they had succeeded, and created some warp panels that could be used to get where they needed to go. The worlds were interesting, one with strong fighters, the other with mages. Soon enough the groups were splitting up to go on their way.
Sighing, IF shot a smile at the robed figure. "People just never listen, do they," she commented before heading through the portal as well, heading to Mid-Childa. Arriving, she wound up next to the guy with the staff and the girl with giant gauntlets, in some place that seemed much more advanced than where they had been before.
With everything she had seen in the various lands of Gamindustri, it wasn't that shocking, and IF rolled with it. "The dig site sounds like a good place to start," she agreed. Even if she had the sneaking suspicion that there would probably be some boss monster there, possibly a sealed evil waiting to be unlocked. That was just how this sort of thing went after all. "Oh, and I'm IF," she added. Just so they'd have the interactions done with.
Ulith
"Well now, this seems familiar," Ulith noted with a smirk as she moved through the portal with Gilgamesh and the others, to find herself in front of what looked like a stereotypical Japanese high school. When one thought of hitmen they might be more likely to consider bald men with oddly placed barcode tattoos on the backs of their heads, but it seemed that this was not to be the case. Not that she had a problem with it.
Of course, the boisterous fellow that had led the way began to speak, something about dividing up loot or what have you. "Do what you want," she reassured the big fellow. "I don't need any loot." Not that she thought they would be getting much loot from here in the first place.
With a hum she looked around before striding towards the entrance of the school, looking back towards Gilgamesh over her shoulder at the same time. "Do what you want, but I'm going to start in the school. There should be someone inside who can give us the lay of the land." Even if they had to be 'persuaded' to do so. But hey, that just meant more fun for her.
Glancing over at one of the others who had spoken up after she did, recommending that they split up before they went, IF froze at the sight of the blood that seemed to be practically omnipresent on the being. Where had they just come from to get like that? Even the dungeons she went to didn't tend to wind up with someone having that much injuries on them. It was amazing that she was still standing.
Nonetheless, IF did agree. It was the rational thing to do in a situation like this, but it seemed that no one else would listen. Charmeine assured them that the worlds would be safe once they had succeeded, and created some warp panels that could be used to get where they needed to go. The worlds were interesting, one with strong fighters, the other with mages. Soon enough the groups were splitting up to go on their way.
Sighing, IF shot a smile at the robed figure. "People just never listen, do they," she commented before heading through the portal as well, heading to Mid-Childa. Arriving, she wound up next to the guy with the staff and the girl with giant gauntlets, in some place that seemed much more advanced than where they had been before.
With everything she had seen in the various lands of Gamindustri, it wasn't that shocking, and IF rolled with it. "The dig site sounds like a good place to start," she agreed. Even if she had the sneaking suspicion that there would probably be some boss monster there, possibly a sealed evil waiting to be unlocked. That was just how this sort of thing went after all. "Oh, and I'm IF," she added. Just so they'd have the interactions done with.
Ulith
"Well now, this seems familiar," Ulith noted with a smirk as she moved through the portal with Gilgamesh and the others, to find herself in front of what looked like a stereotypical Japanese high school. When one thought of hitmen they might be more likely to consider bald men with oddly placed barcode tattoos on the backs of their heads, but it seemed that this was not to be the case. Not that she had a problem with it.
Of course, the boisterous fellow that had led the way began to speak, something about dividing up loot or what have you. "Do what you want," she reassured the big fellow. "I don't need any loot." Not that she thought they would be getting much loot from here in the first place.
With a hum she looked around before striding towards the entrance of the school, looking back towards Gilgamesh over her shoulder at the same time. "Do what you want, but I'm going to start in the school. There should be someone inside who can give us the lay of the land." Even if they had to be 'persuaded' to do so. But hey, that just meant more fun for her.
I wonder how long Miyu will be able to sass everyone before dying. :P
>Implying Miyu gets to die.
Heh, funny story. Don't you know, the Demons don't kill anyone.
Tartys
It was hard to tell what Tartys was more satisfied by, the fact that they had won the battle, or the fact that she no longer had to stick around near the sea. Certainly she was more comfortable back in heaven, and her wings ruffled at just the thought of going near that place again. If it weren't for her magic then cleaning up after that whole battle would have been quite a pain, one that she had no regrets in skipping.
Her feet clicked against the shimmering marble of Celestia as she headed towards the throne room to meet with the Imperator herself, to report in after this previous battle. She would have been there earlier but had a few things to take care of in the aftermath of their sea battle. Hopefully she hadn't missed too much, nor earned the ire of the Imperator for the delay. She knew that their leader was busy, and that vibrancy after victory should not be tainted by a gaffe that earned her dishonor.
Passing by Iona, she shot the woman a nod before moving for the throne room itself. Almost seamlessly she stepped within and joined Toraq and Omega near the center of the room, kneeling and bowing before her ruler. "Your grace," she said respectfully, waiting for whatever the Imperator would have to say about their recent performance.
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Endian
The return from the sea was....unsatisfactory, as far as Endian was concerned, something she could ruminate on as she relaxed in a repair station to fix the damage from the acid and the rescue mission. She only paid half attention to that though, processors working to track individuals, resources, and to analyze the footage of the recent battle. There was a lot of reason to.
Needless to say, her performance in the recent battle had been lacking in several aspects. Some of the events had been outside of her control to be fair, but it was obvious that she had been far too lenient in allowing other participants in the battle to act without direction. Even Grafdakka had harmed their cause through his loose cannon antics to pursue a fight rather than focus on the objective. She had hardly distinguished herself in combat either. Perhaps the retrieval of Bastion was the one bright spot, but it was very dim in the consideration of the overall tide of the war.
A frown graced her features as she did so. At this rate it seemed like she would be due to be scrapped at some point, replaced with a more efficient model. She supposed that she was lucky Stark had not simply executed her on the field rather than allow her to retreat with the Contender for her disgraceful performance. And really, she couldn't blame them for making that sort of decision, given how much of a hindrance she had been to the war effort.
Before she could get much farther though a message popped up in her view, the High Queen requesting her presence. A sigh escaped as Endian ceased the stations functions, a rueful smile gracing her lips. "Well, I suppose this is the end for me then," she muttered to herself before charting a course for the throne room, soon arriving and standing at attention before the High Queen, with a nod to Marquis. Time to wait for everyone else, and then they would see what happened next.
@Mega Birb@KoL
It was hard to tell what Tartys was more satisfied by, the fact that they had won the battle, or the fact that she no longer had to stick around near the sea. Certainly she was more comfortable back in heaven, and her wings ruffled at just the thought of going near that place again. If it weren't for her magic then cleaning up after that whole battle would have been quite a pain, one that she had no regrets in skipping.
Her feet clicked against the shimmering marble of Celestia as she headed towards the throne room to meet with the Imperator herself, to report in after this previous battle. She would have been there earlier but had a few things to take care of in the aftermath of their sea battle. Hopefully she hadn't missed too much, nor earned the ire of the Imperator for the delay. She knew that their leader was busy, and that vibrancy after victory should not be tainted by a gaffe that earned her dishonor.
Passing by Iona, she shot the woman a nod before moving for the throne room itself. Almost seamlessly she stepped within and joined Toraq and Omega near the center of the room, kneeling and bowing before her ruler. "Your grace," she said respectfully, waiting for whatever the Imperator would have to say about their recent performance.
@Mega Birb@Awesomoman64@TheWindel
Endian
The return from the sea was....unsatisfactory, as far as Endian was concerned, something she could ruminate on as she relaxed in a repair station to fix the damage from the acid and the rescue mission. She only paid half attention to that though, processors working to track individuals, resources, and to analyze the footage of the recent battle. There was a lot of reason to.
Needless to say, her performance in the recent battle had been lacking in several aspects. Some of the events had been outside of her control to be fair, but it was obvious that she had been far too lenient in allowing other participants in the battle to act without direction. Even Grafdakka had harmed their cause through his loose cannon antics to pursue a fight rather than focus on the objective. She had hardly distinguished herself in combat either. Perhaps the retrieval of Bastion was the one bright spot, but it was very dim in the consideration of the overall tide of the war.
A frown graced her features as she did so. At this rate it seemed like she would be due to be scrapped at some point, replaced with a more efficient model. She supposed that she was lucky Stark had not simply executed her on the field rather than allow her to retreat with the Contender for her disgraceful performance. And really, she couldn't blame them for making that sort of decision, given how much of a hindrance she had been to the war effort.
Before she could get much farther though a message popped up in her view, the High Queen requesting her presence. A sigh escaped as Endian ceased the stations functions, a rueful smile gracing her lips. "Well, I suppose this is the end for me then," she muttered to herself before charting a course for the throne room, soon arriving and standing at attention before the High Queen, with a nod to Marquis. Time to wait for everyone else, and then they would see what happened next.
@Mega Birb@KoL
We may now all stone the Co-GM for stealing the GM reward earmarked for post 666.
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I meant that succubus that's been held captive by the Machina for the last month in story. @Lucius Cypher we need a location my dude.
Fran can leave whenever she wants, so I wouldn't bother. Admittedly she would have been useless in this last battle, but details.
My initial complaint was that you can't blame me for the ending being disappointing when every sign I got in conversation indicated that you were tired of the battle and wanted it over ASAP. You can't blame me for not bothering to go write some multi page battle royale with Lucius when it doesn't seem like people cared beyond 'end the battle already and you suck for not ending it in a single post like I would have'. So now the battle is over, and you can go entertain yourselves again.
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