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I'm interested in this and was wondering if there were any slots left? I don't know a lot about Granblue, but from my understanding I don't need to know much.
Ami staggered into the restaurant from the back, carrying several boxes haphazardly wrapped in colorful papers and bows. "Sorry I'm late, it's was kinda hard to carry all these from my place. We don't all have motorcycles after all!" She let out a cheery laugh for a moment, stopping as she scrambled to keep her tower of presents from falling. "Anyways, where the hell am I supposed to put all this? You guys brought way too many Christmas trees!"
Eventually she just settled for dumping the various presents on a random unoccupied table, patting it twice and loudly proclaiming it as "The Offering Table." It was then that Ami finally noticed the new girl, one who had an uncanny appearance to herself strangely enough. Brushing it off as a mere coincidence, she rushed over to the new girl and offered her hand for a handshake. "I don't really know who you are, but Ms. Prez seems to know who you are so I guess that means you're cool! I'm Ami, it's nice to meetcha!"
Before Touka could have a moment to process the newcomer at their party, Ami was already rushing up to greet her. Hand extended, the new girl kept chewing on her snack, looking down at Ami's palm for a few seconds. Then, something warm would be slapped into her grip, another fresh taiyaki handed over to her from the large paper bag the new girl was carrying. In hindsight, the newcomer probably didn't speak due to the fact she was still chewing on her food.
"E-Er, everyone. This is Chiaki Tsukuyomi," Touka said with a sigh. Somehow, she knew she was to be the one in charge of introductions. "S-She's a few years above us a-and used to be P-President of the Club. I guess y-you could say, she's your S-S-Senpai." Chiaki only grunted to confirm this, munching on her pastry without a pause in her bites. Behind those red-framed glasses, she looked at Ami now, expecting her to taste the gift.
There was a veritable sparkle in Ami's eyes as she stared at the taiyaki, then back at Chiaki. Then back at the taiyaki. Then to Chiaki once more. Chiaki, taiyaki, Chiaki, taiyaki. Two seconds later the taiyaki was in Ami's mouth, chewing vigorously as she sidled up next to Chiaki. She swallowed her first bite then looked at Touka with a dead serious steel in her eyes. "This is my new best friend now." Ami nodded resolutely and then took another bite of her taiyaki, tears practically brimming in her eyes as she praised the kami for her new snack buddy. Truly, a Christmas miracle.
"U-Um...well... I guess?" In hindsight, Touka should have seen this coming. But the President felt a lack of words building up from the sudden camaraderie among them. "N-Not that I ever doubted you w-wouldn't be welcome, S-Senpai!" she said, making way to close the door behind her so as not to let any more frigid air in.
Chiaki barely reacted to Ami's excitement, though she did nod as the other girl consumed her treat. Once she had finished eating her own, she placed the paper bag on a side table, leaving enough for anyone else. "It looks like you didn't need me to stick around, Touka," remarked the dark senpai, eyeing up the other occupants in the room. Then she turned her stoic gaze back on Ami. "Hello Miss....Ami was it."
A few moments after Chiaki made her appearnace, yet another newcomer followed in her footsteps. Once inside, she folded in an umbrella which was clearly intended to fend off the falling snow. "I will never learn to like snow. Never." The girl said before turning towards the rest of the persons present.
She was one head taller than most here, and her darker skin betrayed her foreign origin. Her Japanese, however, was flawless. "This, however...I can work with this." she said once her eyes fell upon Touka and the rest of the present club members. Some sort of desire sparkled in her eyes. Curiosity? Malice? It was unclear. "You must be Touka." she simply said, looking down at the president briefly before slowly walking further in the restaurant, slowly as she was looking at the improvised decorations. She barely acknowledged the rest for now as well as leaving Chiaki the honor of presenting her to her former pupil.
Another ring and the door cracked open. Not wanting to let more cold in than nessisary; a girl covered in a winter hat, dark glasses, scarf, sweatpants, snowboots, and a thick, puffy coat, squeezed into the small opening. Although, actually pushing the door open further due to her extra size. Once through, Jin closed the door tightly behind her. Carefull not to pinch her coat. She glanced around, giving a small wave to the crowd with mitten covered hands before waddling over next to an empty table and pulling at her zipper burried beneath her scarf.
Ziii-iii-iipp. Jin heaved, presenting forth a couple of gallons worth of hot tea and coffee in despencers from her coat onto the empty table. Promptly re-zipping her coat before any extra heat could excape. Honestly it was a pain carrying around so much extra weight, but the added warmth on the trip over was a welcome bonus. Not one to stand around, she found herself a place opposite of the door to sit and relax. The others seemed busy in pre-emptive small talk, so she just brought out her book instead. It was good to get a couple pages further before the party actually started.
Mourningstar
As Mourningstar finished removing her new helmet from it's previous resting place, she was assaulted by a series of system messages from all over. A level up, Fireball II, a dungeon formation. That last one excited her the most, dungeons meant respawning monsters and bosses, albeit probably no boss monsters at the moment considering what they did to Rattleskull. A hint of sunlight peeked through the cavern roof, a beam of light settling on Mourningstar as if to celebrate her survival. "Yeah. Good job me." She whispered to herself as she mentally patted herself on the back.
Of course her mental celebration could not last long, for both Oberon and Asura had suddenly become eggs. She stared at them for a minute as the others left, before shrugging and floating onto Rattleskull's corpse. Looks like she was going to be the designated guard for now, no big deal. She then got to work on her next project, trying to make this thing into a helmet. At first she figured she could just scoop out all the innards and just wear it like that, but then she realized that might be a bit awkward. After scooping out all the innards with Lesser Force, she then got to removing the lower jaw from the rest of the head, making it less helmety and more hatty.
Next up was making sure the thing could actually stay on her, which was where the headband she had looted came into play. She looped that through the top part of the jaw and over the skull to make it into a strap, one she could sorta tie under her body so that it wouldn't come flying off. In the end, she had turned Rattleskull's head into a hat slash body armor thing. "Wow this is super gross. And morbid."
Mourningstar
Well then, that had been exciting. Mourningstar had abstained from adding into the brawl that ensued when everyone teamed up on the massive goblin thing, instead focusing on refilling her mana and passively observing the chaos from a few yards away. After all was said and done, Rattleskull was impaled and experience had been gained. Fun times. "Good job gang. It's no raid boss, but it's definitely a promising start for our merry crew of misfits." She floated past everyone pretty nonchalantly as she began patting down the corpse, checking the vine belt for any goodies and dropping them on the ground first, then just getting to work on removing all of his stuff.
"You can all talk amidst yourselves over loot, however I'm calling dibs on the one thing I can wear." She floated over to his head and untied the headband, retying it on herself. Now to focus on physical needs. Lesser Force was activated on Rattleskull's lifeless body, Mourningstar trying to tear off a hunk of flesh from his belly. It took a little bit of effort, but once a sufficient chunk had been torn out Mourningstar got to chowing down.
"You should all probably eat." A fireball exploded in the sky, with Mourningstar doing a quick Magic Analysis on the spell to try and recreate it for herself. "Judging from the flare they just sent up, they're gonna be regrouping, probably to rest for a second assault." A morbid thought suddenly occurred to the Wisp. She floated back over to the head of Rattleskull and lightly tugged on it, testing out just how attached it was to the body. A full minute was spent Focusing on her Mana Blade, but not in just improving it's overall damage. She wanted to make it sharper than normal, then once it was formed at maximum sharpness she would lightly project it out like a sword, using Mana Shape to try and keep it in a stable form.
If all that was accomplished, Mourningstar would get to work on removing the Bugbear's head from his body. She would ignore any questions directed to her, focusing solely on her new task of removing Rattleskull's head.
The Black Knight glanced over to her partner for a moment, the smell of Light breaking through her battle rage for just long enough... to piss her off even more. "Fucking bastards." She spit in the direction of the light Magical Girls before looking at Scatha, her grin reappearing as if nothing had happened. "Looks like we'll have to wrap this up quickly if we want to get rid of the moths. Little shitstains drawn to my light." Ami let out a boisterous laugh as she said this, planting one foot into the ground behind her as she got ready for a sprint. "No more games. Let's end this in one move, all or nothing!" She gripped her sword tightly, both hands on the handle of her broadsword as all the flames of her armor began to shift towards her back.
It would take a moment for the sound to catch up to Scatha, Ami having literally propelled forward with a sonic boom as her flames propelled herself forwards for one last strike. The ground behind her wasn't just scorched, it was practically glassed. That ground would never bear life again, that much was clear just from one look at it. All of the flames of the Black Knight's armor was gone, it had all been used for one final speed boost to outpace the Stained Witch of Ink. Her blade was raised above her head, she made no attempt to defend herself as she left her body wide open. It was an incredibly obvious strike, from left shoulder to right hip, but it wasn't in her nature to be sneaky or cunning. She was the Black Knight after all, a knight doesn't resort to underhanded tactics, even a fallen one such as herself.
The two were speeding at each other, practically rocketing. Scatha's grin was large and vicious as the two were about to slam into each other. However, as they did, she made the move that would decide it all and put the resuls far more into her hands. She was arched lower, her back being in an almost feral 90 degree angle postion as she ran towards the opposing girl. The knight's flames disappeared as well, not by Scatha's hands, but by the knight's own will, which shocked the ink girl. She simply narrowed her eyes as her sword was brought to her side. As the strike came down, Scatha jet forth even faster than before, the sword gripped tightly and coming forward quickly. The slashes finally came to the point they were both anticipating.
Scatha was still in her ever familiar position, though this time she lied still after the attacks went out. Her ink sword was still in one piece. Despite it only being a few seconds, it felt like centuries as she rose up from her postiion and stood straight up, with her now only 10 or 15 feet behind Ami, a straight line between the two of them. A breathe came out, clearly visible from the cold. Her sword came over to her right shoulder and as it did, the damage became obvious. It wasn't a deep wound, but perhaps that was luck. It chipped right through Scatha's ink armor, going from the top of her shoulder to just barely between her breasts. It wasn't terribly deep but it was most certainly bleeding. She was certain...If she had been slower or the attack had been faster, she may have been able to cut her down in that simple moment. But that wasn't the reason she brought her sword to her shoulder as she already felt and knew the injury was there. It was for a different reason.
"You let your excitement take over."
The blade swung back out to her side in one quick motion. The ooze splattered from it, dotting the ground with a few new black dots. The instant it did, a cut appeared through Ami's own armor. In the same instant, the large droppings from both the blade and the armor finally reacted. The bits of ink that were near her exploded, but not in a blast. It was concentrated. The magical power radiating from it was significant as it covered the ground the girl stood on, shooting up into the air like a beam of black. If it wasn't for the fact that one could easily tell the sheer energy radiating from it, one might not even notice it what with the night sky. And with it, Scatha's shoulders settled and relaxed.
"I know."
Ami planted her sword into the ground with a resolute smirk, the heat of her sword destroying any ink on the ground near her with relative ease. However her armor, her armor was another case entirely. As energy exploded from her chest, threatening to break her ribs and rupture her organs, she stll couldn't help but smile. She had never been so happy to lose, it made her want to win so much more when the next time approached. As the blast died down, the Black Knight stared into the starry night sky. She appreciated the darkness mixed with the light, the stars spread out across that black canvas was like bits of fire in a sea of ink. Blood dripped onto the burnt ground, the cut across her chest being a fair bit deeper than what she had managed to inflict onto Alannah.
"You can have this win. Just know that I'm gonna win round two." Nothing more was said, nothing more needed to be said. The Black Knight would rest, the Black Knight would return. The Black Knight always returned.
A minute of silence passed, Ami saying nothing as she continued to stare into the night sky with her hands on her sword. If Alannah bothered to check on her, she would quickly realize that Ami was completely passed out while standing up, her Magical Girl transformation slowly fading away as she began to fall backwards. If Alannah did nothing to catch the girl than she would simply fall onto the ground, probably sleep there for the night. She's slept in worse places honestly.
With one thought, the sword liquified back into the ink puddle that it once was as Alannah finally relaxed. Her arms went to her side as she let out a sigh. She finally turned to face the knight as she gave her words of dedication; dedication to win the next round between the two. The girl was a special kind of persistent, though really who was Alannah to judge? It took a bit for her to realize it as the battlefield went silent and neither uttered a word. But she didn't even need to observe closely to realize that the fight was won by a T.K.O. She closed her eyes and let out a small, but obviosuly proud chuckle. The pride was not for herself though. A high pitched, somewhat metallic sound rang out as she transformed back into her civilian garb, watching as Ami's slowly faded away. The girl was a bit weighty, but she managed to get her arm over her shoulder to carry her.
She had to admit one thing...She hadn't gotten a fight like this in some time. It was a true stresser...in a good way. She decided to say words that no one but her would hear. "Round two huh? I'll still win but...I might have to go all out again. Congratulations on that rarity, Ami." Even knocked out, she deserved that praise. And with that, the two went into the woods, presumably to find a comfortable spot to keep the Black Knight for a bit.
Interested
To encroach upon his territory was unacceptable. To step into his kingdom with their dirty feet, to invade his land with their presence, it enraged him. He looked down upon Houyi with disdain, hefting his mighty bow up to bring death to the invader. A single arrow was drawn from his quiver, nocked into the bowstring with practiced ease. The giant of a man pulled back the string of the bow, glaring at the Servant beneath him with impunity.
The arrow was released, heralded by an explosion as the string of the massive bow snapped back into place. Not even a moment later the ground in front of Houyi exploded into a cloud of earth and debris, two more arrows following to force Houyi to retreat. The dust began to settle after a few moments, revealing the destruction brought forth by his attacks. Arrows as long as Houyi was tall stuck out of the ground, the earth where Houyi once stood now nothing more than craters. The arrows were made of some sort of golden substance, unlike any metal Houyi had ever seen. Any attempt to pull one out if the ground would be fruitless, they were simply too heavy to be lifted, especially when they were lodged this deeply into the ground.
The myriad construction workers working on the building didn't even react to the destruction brought forth by their boss, not even a flinch as the shockwaves from the Servants attack buffeted them. They just continued working on the skyscraper, working on the next floor. The closest thing to a reaction was one man hesitating for a moment before tossing another worker a wrench. Closer observation on Houyi's part revealed nothing wrong with them, no glassy eyes, no stilted movements or stiff muscles. Just a team of fifty people working in perfect unison.
The giant stood atop the unfinished skyscraper with another arrow drawn, aiming directly at Houyi with what seemed to be boredom. Yet something dwelled within his eyes, something that betrayed the bored facade he put up. Disgust. He was absolutely disgusted by the thing before him. "I have taken pity on you rabbit. This is your one and only warning. Leave now before I skewer you and hang you upon my wall like the animal you are."
Master's Clairvoyance revealed the stats of the enemy Archer. Strength: A. Endurance: B. Agility: A. Mana: A. Luck: D. There was no doubt, this was a Top Servant.
Mourningstar
It all happened so fast. The big one healed all it's wounds, it ducked her attack, it crushed Rain. The warlord screamed in the background, attempting to break the will of all around him. As Digbie charged up his punch and went for the face, Mourningstar knew what she had to do. It was a synchronized attack, all of them in unison going for vital areas on the massive goblin thing, but they had forgotten a crucial factor in this assault. The monster could still dodge, and if he did all of their attacks would hit each other most likely.
"Bask in the light of the Mourningstar!" Her job was to make sure that didn't happen.
A Mana Blade was shot directly at the leg of Rattleskull, crippling him even further to make sure he couldn't get out of the way of this assault. Mourningstar then went for Digbie's bag, grabbing a Mana Crystal to quickly restore her power for her next attack.
One Mana Crystal Consumed.
Mana Fully Restored.
After her mana was restored, she went for her next target, Rattleskull's belt. She needed to make sure he didn't get his hands on anymore healing herbs. So long as it hit, she would dash for the belt to grab it and carry it away from Rattleskull with maximum speed, pushing her Levitation to it's limits to try and make sure he didn't heal up again.
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