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I put myself to sleep running Casko-Merlin-Waver for the Solomon raid.
Twice.
Maaaaayyyybe I should have been ready for that.
Farming Forneus with Okita/Merlin/Ozy right now. I ran out of Caster gems for his skills and didn't farm Barbatos enough in time ;w;
So... Right, the RP. If Fiddle is MIA, then... Well, a solution is needed to keep Nanashi's characters in the RP. Awks.
I put myself to sleep running Casko-Merlin-Waver for the Solomon raid.
Twice.
Maaaaayyyybe I should have been ready for that.
Farming Forneus with Okita/Merlin/Ozy right now. I ran out of Caster gems for his skills and didn't farm Barbatos enough in time ;w;
So... Right, the RP. If Fiddle is MIA, then... Well, a solution is needed to keep Nanashi's characters in the RP. Awks.
Has it? I'm not sure myself, but uh... Yeah.
@Nanashi Ninanai @GreenGoat He's heeeere!
3 10-rolls. All it took. Woo!
@Nanashi Ninanai @GreenGoat He's heeeere!
3 10-rolls. All it took. Woo!
@Beloss: Once people are down at B7f, where they were told to go after they ate. =3=;;
@GreenGoat: You could move Scathach and Victoria down? That duo's ready to go, after all.
@GreenGoat: You could move Scathach and Victoria down? That duo's ready to go, after all.
With Tyaethe's confirmation reaffirming Tiral's earlier wariness, the ice mage slowly lowered his dagger as the rest of the knights kept from trying to stab or slash at anyone else.
...
Well, save for maybe one or two, but the higher-ups could deal with them later if necessary. With the problem resolved (for the most part), Tiral sheathed his dagger and walked out of his circle, glaring daggers at the elf who was clearly speaking as if she wasn't the cause of all of their problems.
That, of course, was about as blatant as a lie as they got. Though he hadn't been close enough to the vanguard to see the man who was killed first, he had been able to get a view of a few arrows being shot; that, coupled with the earlier arrogant dialogue, spoke much more than any simple words needed to.
...
Why did the Roses let someone like her in again?
With a sigh, the mage patted his mount on the head and motioned for it to remain in place as he walked over to the fort, the stench of decaying corpses and days-old blood assaulting his nostrils. The smell of death was never pleasant, after all, but it was bearable if he could get a better view on the situation. Ignoring the one attempting to speak with the rat, Tiral stepped through the doorway, instinctively cringing as the smell got worse. The sight of the dead made him give momentary pause, and with a solitary wish for their souls to find solace and a rhetorical apology for his investigation, he moved to work.
Granted, there wasn't much to investigate in the first place; with a scenario like this, the fact that the ordeal was premeditated was as obvious as the sky was blue. Eve so, it didn't stop him from trying to find any trace at all of the plan in the first place. The culprits could just as easily have memorized the plan, to be fair, but it never hurt to check.
After a few minutes of looking around, Tiral sighed and shook his head in defeat. Nothing of note after all, then. But something like this... It felt too strange for a simple group of enemies to execute without good reason. There was definitely something else afoot, even if the enemies at hand were dealt with.
Sighing, the mage turned to leave the fort when a small slip of paper caught his eye. It was only visible to him now because his eyes had become somewhat accustomed to the relative darkness for the short while he had spent there, but the outline thereof was faintly visible against the bloodstained ground upon which it laid. Carefully picking it up, Tiral grimaced when he noticed a rather large bloodstain on the paper; it was fresh, too, which meant... Well, nothing good, obviously, but given that it was probably from one of the recently dispatched enemies he couldn't help but check it out, at the very least.
Taking the piece of paper carefully in hand, Tiral walked out of the fort and took a deep breath of the air outside. Even if there were also dead bodies and blood here, at least it wasn't stale and musty like it was there. With that in mind, Tiral slowly opened up the folded piece of paper and made out as much as he could. The bloodstain made most of the words indecipherable, but what remained was probably notable enough to report.
"Captain!" he called out, lifting his eyes off the paper to turn to his superior as he walked over. "You may wish to take a look at this. You and everyone else, actually."
Displaying the paper as one would a public declaration, Tiral stood by as whoever wanted to read the paper did so.
"Move the 'blank' ahead of schedule. Time is of the essence," he said out loud, closing his eyes to trying and figure out what that meant. "...Were there any major items passing through here recently, or was this just an incident to cover up something more malicious...?"
...
Well, save for maybe one or two, but the higher-ups could deal with them later if necessary. With the problem resolved (for the most part), Tiral sheathed his dagger and walked out of his circle, glaring daggers at the elf who was clearly speaking as if she wasn't the cause of all of their problems.
That, of course, was about as blatant as a lie as they got. Though he hadn't been close enough to the vanguard to see the man who was killed first, he had been able to get a view of a few arrows being shot; that, coupled with the earlier arrogant dialogue, spoke much more than any simple words needed to.
...
Why did the Roses let someone like her in again?
With a sigh, the mage patted his mount on the head and motioned for it to remain in place as he walked over to the fort, the stench of decaying corpses and days-old blood assaulting his nostrils. The smell of death was never pleasant, after all, but it was bearable if he could get a better view on the situation. Ignoring the one attempting to speak with the rat, Tiral stepped through the doorway, instinctively cringing as the smell got worse. The sight of the dead made him give momentary pause, and with a solitary wish for their souls to find solace and a rhetorical apology for his investigation, he moved to work.
Granted, there wasn't much to investigate in the first place; with a scenario like this, the fact that the ordeal was premeditated was as obvious as the sky was blue. Eve so, it didn't stop him from trying to find any trace at all of the plan in the first place. The culprits could just as easily have memorized the plan, to be fair, but it never hurt to check.
After a few minutes of looking around, Tiral sighed and shook his head in defeat. Nothing of note after all, then. But something like this... It felt too strange for a simple group of enemies to execute without good reason. There was definitely something else afoot, even if the enemies at hand were dealt with.
Sighing, the mage turned to leave the fort when a small slip of paper caught his eye. It was only visible to him now because his eyes had become somewhat accustomed to the relative darkness for the short while he had spent there, but the outline thereof was faintly visible against the bloodstained ground upon which it laid. Carefully picking it up, Tiral grimaced when he noticed a rather large bloodstain on the paper; it was fresh, too, which meant... Well, nothing good, obviously, but given that it was probably from one of the recently dispatched enemies he couldn't help but check it out, at the very least.
Taking the piece of paper carefully in hand, Tiral walked out of the fort and took a deep breath of the air outside. Even if there were also dead bodies and blood here, at least it wasn't stale and musty like it was there. With that in mind, Tiral slowly opened up the folded piece of paper and made out as much as he could. The bloodstain made most of the words indecipherable, but what remained was probably notable enough to report.
"Captain!" he called out, lifting his eyes off the paper to turn to his superior as he walked over. "You may wish to take a look at this. You and everyone else, actually."
Displaying the paper as one would a public declaration, Tiral stood by as whoever wanted to read the paper did so.
"Move the 'blank' ahead of schedule. Time is of the essence," he said out loud, closing his eyes to trying and figure out what that meant. "...Were there any major items passing through here recently, or was this just an incident to cover up something more malicious...?"
Well, finals are all over and done with (and have been for a few days now), so freedom!
@ADamnFiddle, I think @KoL is still waiting to be aware of your existence. Do you still exist?
I guess I should also ping @ShadowKingman and @GreenGoat while I'm at it.
@ADamnFiddle, I think @KoL is still waiting to be aware of your existence. Do you still exist?
I guess I should also ping @ShadowKingman and @GreenGoat while I'm at it.
I'm planning to move once KoL does, probs.
And yes, GO is eating up my attention like nothing else. Merlin's coming on the 22nd! \o/
Also, my last final is tomorrow, which is a more legitimate reason as to why I haven't done anything recently.
And yes, GO is eating up my attention like nothing else. Merlin's coming on the 22nd! \o/
Also, my last final is tomorrow, which is a more legitimate reason as to why I haven't done anything recently.
I have a programming final looming over me that's due Friday and a single exam on Monday. Then FREEDOM.
Speaking of which, I REAAAAALLLLYYY want to get to the next arcs. There are quite a few in the backburner, and hoo boy am I hyped to set them into motion.
Yes, arcs. I'm splitting the teams up. Remember when I mentioned specific Servants go specific places? Yeah.
I mean, they'd prob choose them anyways post-debriefing, but not always.
Speaking of which, I REAAAAALLLLYYY want to get to the next arcs. There are quite a few in the backburner, and hoo boy am I hyped to set them into motion.
Yes, arcs. I'm splitting the teams up. Remember when I mentioned specific Servants go specific places? Yeah.
I mean, they'd prob choose them anyways post-debriefing, but not always.
Though still quite wary of the entire situation, Tiral pulled back on the reins of his horse as the rest of the Roses came to a halt. Though he, just as the rest of his colleagues, had seen what had just transpired, the ice mage had never been one for hotheaded action. So when the Captain drew her sword, Tiral sighed and backed up his horse a bit. If they were lucky, the situation could be defused in short order. They had the numbers, after all, and it wasn't as if anyone would be stupid enough to try and provoke unnecessary conflict.
Until someone did, of course. Always. Something ALWAYS had to make things worse. Luckily, the few arrows fired only seemed to irritate the person in front of them (he had to give her props to nullifying that mess), but the real kicker came when Gillian, smart as he was, decided that exacerbating the situation was the best possible option.
"I swear, if we get out of this mess and find that you two caused some of our colleagues to die, I'm going to freeze your heads in ice for everyone to see..." he cursed under his breath as he dismounted and sized up the situation. It looked as if everyone was fighting, and he'd be damned if he didn't try to stop it now.
Hm. Maybe not their heads, but if things stayed as they were, then they'd certainly sustain some unnecessary losses. Glancing around to make sure nobody on either side was focusing on him (they were mostly focused on the "threat" in front of them, it seemed), Tiral pulled out his dagger and began to chants, slowly creating a magical circle under his feet that began to grow intricately complex the longer he continued. If he announced his intentions now, then surely someone would try to stop him mid-process. Couldn't have that.
It took a while longer than he'd have liked, but by the time he was done, the fighting seemed to show no signs of stopping. Damn.
"Alright! If every one of you fools doesn't calm down and drop the fighting right now, I'm going to turn this place into a world of ice and stopping you myself! That goes for you too, knights! Stand down or I make ALL of you stand down!" he shouted, glaring at anyone still fighting nearby.
It was a threat, yes, and he was indirectly targeting his superiors (which he honestly had no intention of doing from the start), but he'd take a reprimand if it meant not getting wrapped up in a mess and possibly getting more information about the situation at hand.
He could totally back up the claim, though. It'd make him almost pass out, more likely than not, but he could definitely seal everyone in ice for a while and make them cool off a bit.
No pun intended.
Until someone did, of course. Always. Something ALWAYS had to make things worse. Luckily, the few arrows fired only seemed to irritate the person in front of them (he had to give her props to nullifying that mess), but the real kicker came when Gillian, smart as he was, decided that exacerbating the situation was the best possible option.
"I swear, if we get out of this mess and find that you two caused some of our colleagues to die, I'm going to freeze your heads in ice for everyone to see..." he cursed under his breath as he dismounted and sized up the situation. It looked as if everyone was fighting, and he'd be damned if he didn't try to stop it now.
Hm. Maybe not their heads, but if things stayed as they were, then they'd certainly sustain some unnecessary losses. Glancing around to make sure nobody on either side was focusing on him (they were mostly focused on the "threat" in front of them, it seemed), Tiral pulled out his dagger and began to chants, slowly creating a magical circle under his feet that began to grow intricately complex the longer he continued. If he announced his intentions now, then surely someone would try to stop him mid-process. Couldn't have that.
It took a while longer than he'd have liked, but by the time he was done, the fighting seemed to show no signs of stopping. Damn.
"Alright! If every one of you fools doesn't calm down and drop the fighting right now, I'm going to turn this place into a world of ice and stopping you myself! That goes for you too, knights! Stand down or I make ALL of you stand down!" he shouted, glaring at anyone still fighting nearby.
It was a threat, yes, and he was indirectly targeting his superiors (which he honestly had no intention of doing from the start), but he'd take a reprimand if it meant not getting wrapped up in a mess and possibly getting more information about the situation at hand.
He could totally back up the claim, though. It'd make him almost pass out, more likely than not, but he could definitely seal everyone in ice for a while and make them cool off a bit.
No pun intended.
/Grand Order is a really divisive game, but there are no character designs that make you want to strangle the devs in Fuyuki.
They do exist, though. I absolutely HATE LArturia and Orion, for example. Oh, and Boudicca too. :I
Mashu's design gets better as she armors up, tbh. Ritsuka's isn't anything notable, but iirc the two /GO protag designs were based off of r63 Rin and Shirou. So yeah.
They do exist, though. I absolutely HATE LArturia and Orion, for example. Oh, and Boudicca too. :I
Mashu's design gets better as she armors up, tbh. Ritsuka's isn't anything notable, but iirc the two /GO protag designs were based off of r63 Rin and Shirou. So yeah.
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