FujiwaraPhoenix

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

I can calmly say that there is no QR code stuff for FGO JP, else I would have scanned stuff in already on my account :3c

The RP is currently in early July, so I'm pretty sure no Extella 2 news or anything. I actually believe that was around a week or two after the Agartha EoR chapter release, so other than Apocrypha getting into full swing, there are probably ads for that floating around.

(btw if you have an NA or JP account say so :U)

As for more RP related stuff... I'm amused how Alberich is calling out Tenshi for being untrustworthy for spying on them after catching Tohka spying on him.

Now... I'll probably move for Tenshi once the last part of that trio decides what to do. Actually, more like I'll move for everyone in that scenario lol.

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

The Perfect and Elegant... Butler?

• Name: Steven Hao / Byron Silverwood
• Age: 22 / 26
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Original Appearance: "Maybe if the tempo here was a bit more..."
• Current Appearance: "As you command, master." He's roughly 5'11" tall now, and his uniform is always kept as prim and proper as possible.
• Personality: Byron is a very straightforward and duty-bound individual, always following his master's requests to a T. Anything he does, he performs with the utmost care and precision to ensure the most ideal outcome—in other words, an extreme perfectionist. While he does have all the necessary knowledge to act as a run-of-the-mill butler, his expertise shines more as a bodyguard for his master rather than simply handling day-to-day activities. After a good 20-odd years' worth of memories from a different timeline popped into his head, though, Byron has become a tad more lax in terms of day-to-day proceedings (to the relief of his subordinates), but also a lot more attentive and aware of the world rather than focusing all of his effort towards his job. He's also taken to actively practicing and honing his abilities as well as gathering strange magical materials to study from the market, though the latter is more unknown to the rest of his coworkers.
• Brief Backstory: Steven was a college student that majored in recorded music, with a minor in physics to placate his parents. Much of his time as a young child was spent playing instruments, and his parents could not have been happier as they saw him take to playing them one after the other. While he could by no means be called a 'child prodigy', it was no issue for him to play any matter of instrument after a few months of practice. His desire to play one instrument would swap over every so often, but his skills would keep. In the end, all three of them found it easiest if he just decided to go after a course that would allow him to pursue them all equally. Physics, of course, was a backup plan just in case things fell through, but Steven himself was never really too worried about that... Especially since he was still being sought out during his school years to teach music or to play at concerts.
  
  Byron, on the other hand, did not have as much of a free will. His mother had died during childbirth, and his father, of an unfortunate illness a few years later. The young, now-parentless Byron was soon sent off to an orphanage and was eventually picked up and raised at the age of 5 to become a servant. The young child did not have much in the way of autonomy or freedom; he was taught to read, write, and be particularly diligent from a young age by his instructor, a codgy old woman who had a penchant for scoffing whenever something went ever so slightly wrong, and the rest of the jobs came about as a result of life taking its course. He never once regretted it, though, even if the course was hellish; there was some modicum of pride to be gained in performing the best he could, come hell or high water. This trait is what got him his current position, and since then he has been living relatively comfortably through his everyday life. 'Relatively', of course, being the suspect word here.
  
  The sudden clash of the memories of the two resulted in Byron having to take a few days off to sort through the sudden two decades of experience spontaneously dumped into his mind, but since most people wrote it off as a minor illness none were all too worried. None save for Byron and his master, of course—they were, and currently are, the only person he has divulged this influx of memories to (along with proof by means of becoming a one-man orchestra and physics teacher for a day).
• Abilities: In terms of abilities, Byron has one very special skill: the ability to 'stop time' for any inanimate object or projectile near him. Untrained as it is now, the ability can keep up to 10 items suspended in time at once, at most; these objects, once paused, will retain their velocity, momentum, acceleration, and other such vectors, but will only resume once Byron allows them to. The maximum range of this ability is 10 meters, but Byron is only able to freeze those within five. Of course, objects can be locked in position if he so desires, but that would require double the resources of simply 'pausing' them in time.
• Skills: Byron excels in all manner of things a butler might be expected to do: micromanaging staff, cooking, cleaning, handling day-to-day expenses, and, most importantly, bodyguarding. With the addition of Steven's memories, though, Byron also has the ability to play the violin (among otger things) with relative expertise, as well as having the ability to handle more complex calculations involving things such as physics in order to set up traps or abuse his special ability to its fullest.
• Equipment: Knives. Lots of knives. Also a small pistol for emergency self-defense, but mostly knives. Anything else he requires, he can procure from the markets or the merchants.
• Origin: Our World

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@KoL: Yeah, go ahead with that idea. I don't mind.

Trying to think if there would be more GO ads or Apocrypha ads at this point in time, though.

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

Okay, here's something to toss on the table.

The Perfect and Elegant... Butler?

• Name: Steven Hao / Byron Silverwood
• Age: 22 / 26
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Original Appearance: "Maybe if the tempo here was a bit more..."
• Current Appearance: "As you command, master." He's roughly 5'11" tall now, and his uniform is always kept as prim and proper as possible.
• Personality: Byron is a very straightforward and duty-bound individual, always following his master's requests to a T. Anything he does, he performs with the utmost care and precision to ensure the most ideal outcome—in other words, an extreme perfectionist. While he does have all the necessary knowledge to act as a run-of-the-mill butler, his expertise shines more as a bodyguard for his master rather than simply handling day-to-day activities. After a good 20-odd years' worth of memories from a different timeline popped into his head, though, Byron has become a tad more lax in terms of day-to-day proceedings (to the relief of his subordinates), but also a lot more attentive and aware of the world rather than focusing all of his effort towards his job. He's also taken to actively practicing and honing his abilities as well as gathering strange magical materials to study from the market, though the latter is more unknown to the rest of his coworkers.
• Brief Backstory: Steven was a college student that majored in recorded music, with a minor in physics to placate his parents. Much of his time as a young child was spent playing instruments, and his parents could not have been happier as they saw him take to playing them one after the other. While he could by no means be called a 'child prodigy', it was no issue for him to play any matter of instrument after a few months of practice. His desire to play one instrument would swap over every so often, but his skills would keep. In the end, all three of them found it easiest if he just decided to go after a course that would allow him to pursue them all equally. Physics, of course, was a backup plan just in case things fell through, but Steven himself was never really too worried about that... Especially since he was still being sought out during his school years to teach music or to play at concerts.
  
  Byron, on the other hand, did not have as much of a free will. His mother had died during childbirth, and his father, of an unfortunate illness a few years later. The young, now-parentless Byron was soon sent off to an orphanage and was eventually picked up and raised at the age of 5 to become a servant. The young child did not have much in the way of autonomy or freedom; he was taught to read, write, and be particularly diligent from a young age by his instructor, a codgy old woman who had a penchant for scoffing whenever something went ever so slightly wrong, and the rest of the jobs came about as a result of life taking its course. He never once regretted it, though, even if the course was hellish; there was some modicum of pride to be gained in performing the best he could, come hell or high water. This trait is what got him his current position, and since then he has been living relatively comfortably through his everyday life. 'Relatively', of course, being the suspect word here.
  
  The sudden clash of the memories of the two resulted in Byron having to take a few days off to sort through the sudden two decades of experience spontaneously dumped into his mind, but since most people wrote it off as a minor illness none were all too worried. None save for Byron and his master, of course—they were, and currently are, the only person he has divulged this influx of memories to (along with proof by means of becoming a one-man orchestra and physics teacher for a day).
• Abilities: In terms of abilities, Byron has one very special skill: the ability to 'stop time' for any inanimate object or projectile near him. Untrained as it is now, the ability can keep up to 10 items suspended in time at once, at most; these objects, once paused, will retain their velocity, momentum, acceleration, and other such vectors, but will only resume once Byron allows them to. The maximum range of this ability is 10 meters, but Byron is only able to freeze those within five. Of course, objects can be locked in position if he so desires, but that would require double the resources of simply 'pausing' them in time.
• Skills: Byron excels in all manner of things a butler might be expected to do: micromanaging staff, cooking, cleaning, handling day-to-day expenses, and, most importantly, bodyguarding. With the addition of Steven's memories, though, Byron also has the ability to play the violin (among otger things) with relative expertise, as well as having the ability to handle more complex calculations involving things such as physics in order to set up traps or abuse his special ability to its fullest.
• Equipment: Knives. Lots of knives. Also a small pistol for emergency self-defense, but mostly knives. Anything else he requires, he can procure from the markets or the merchants.
• Origin: Our World

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Shokuhou Misaki

The sudden feeling of someone grabbing her shirt and dragging her backwards was enough to make the young blonde to panic a little, flailing around for a moment as she lost the ability to actually continue down the street. Instinctively, she attempted to scream, but that amounted to nothing as she was dragged backwards out of view of any possible passersby. It took a moment after that for her to immediately pull out a remote and point it at her own head and hitting a button, forcing her mentality to return to a more neutral state. That didn't change the fact that someone had kidnapped her, though—that went double for the fact that it was some creepy old man who, for some reason, reminded her of Kihara Gensei. Well, probably minus the whole 'obsession with level 6' issue, but there weren't many old bald men wandering around Academy City that weren't weird researchers, after all.

With her mind now calm enough to think rationally, Misaki turned the remote on whoever had assaulted her out of nowhere and attempted to click a button to try and force their mind into submission.
...
...
...
Nothing.

She tried again.
Nothing. No response. Mental Out wasn't getting through.

"Oh no. Ooooooh no. This is actually completely terrifying," she thought to herself, the color rapidly draining from her face as she fished in her bag for something more mundane. There had to be a can of—.

"Yes!" she cheered as she pulled out what she was looking for—a small can of pepper spray for just such an occasion. Normally, there was no need for her to worry about thugs if she knew where to stay, but sometimes, things could become unfortunately messy. Like now.

Trading in her remote for the pepper spray, Misaki quickly pointed the canister behind her head and sprayed, hoping that whatever creep had just tried to kidnap her would let her go. Otherwise, well...
Honestly, she would rather not contemplate something like that. Probably fot the best.

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Leonardo Watch

"G-goddess? You can't be serious, right?" Leo asked, a nervous laugh barely escaping his lips as the childlike figure seemed to flit around like some sort of child idol. The disjoint between what power she was giving off compared to how she was acting was almost like night and day, but that wasn't any reason to freak out right now. So long as there were people around and the self-proclaimed 'goddess' didn't suddenly decide to level an entire city block on a whim, he (and everyone else here) was probably safe.
Probably.

That was, of course, when the girl decided to take note of his eyes. He had realized the inherent risk in showing them, of course, but to think someone would notice them so quickly. Since he had no clear way to figure out the girl's intentions, Leo decided it was best to just be blunt about the issue. Running around it would only cause issues in the near future (though this path had its own share of issues as well). The girl's claim of being a 'goddess', however, made Leo remember the incident that got him these powers in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, she might have a clue he was looking for. Ironic, considering how he was afraid of even acting just a moment earlier.

"Er... You're not wrong. But... If you're a 'goddess', then do you know anything about these eyes? Some thing calling itself a god took away my sister's eyesight and implanted these eyes in my head. I've been searching for a way to restore her sight, but I've had no luck. Please, if you have any clue about this, tell me," he asked, his own guard softened compared to what it was a few moments ago. Of course, the chance to find out the truth outweighed the current risks, even if he was still shaking a little on the inside.

Sonic, of course, was still nonchalantly nibbling on a french fry on Leo's shoulder, apparently having a staring contest of sorts with Suwako's hat.

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Hinanawi Tenshi

Tenshi silently stood by the undergrowth as she listened to the guy's very obviously shady words, glancing between both him and the girl he was attempting to tempt before letting out a sigh. That sort of issue was on an entirely different level from an 'incident', especially if it involved actually killing people, but attempting to convince people with the power of greed... As a Celestial who was supposed to have abandoned all worldly desires, this sounded like a load of hubris. Or, well, at least, that's how Iku would have put it. To Tenshi, of course, this just sounded like an incident in the making. Heck, even the whole 'collecting orbs to defeat someone' was similar to the whole occult ball mess she was just musing about!

But that was what made it even more worrisome. If she intervened now, then there was the chance that she would pass up this very crucial chance to gather information; on the other hand, if she jumped in and beat the possible culprit up before trouble began, then couldn't she be considered the heroine here? If worst came to worst and she beat up the wrong person, she could always do what the witch and the miko did and just keep hunting for the real culprit... But it seemed like this guy was the real culprit anyway, so was there really an issue?

"Oh, whatever, let's just beat this shady guy up first and ask questions later! If the first thing you do after trying to attack someone is try to threaten and bribe them, then there's NO way you can be anyone worth following!" the celestial cried out in irritation, breaking her cover and storming in front of the two.

"You! I don't know what you're planning, but as the daughter of the Hinanawi clan and celestial heir, I won't let you do... Whatever it is you're trying to do!" she haughtily declared, pointing at the armored man with the Sword of Hisou as a scarlet mist began to form within the area around the three of them. "Prepare yourself! I won't go easy on you!"

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@Raineh Daze: Yeah, those two factors do indeed mean that the last Fate slot is open. Asterios gets the go-ahead... Well, once I get a feel for what can break down the labyrinth, of course, but details.

I'll get a post up in the next few hours. This week's going to be super hectic for me because of work and projects and everything stacking up.

Edit: Raven, I don't mind if you start late. There's a reason I'm leaving this RP open.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

Kumozaki Keisuke

As soon as Atalanta let Medea loose, the Caster let out a sigh of relief and, after pushing herself off the ground and brushing the dirt that was stuck onto it off of herself, moved to pick up her staff and began to walk towards the port. Keisuke followed close behind, still wary of any possible issues or attacks that might spontaneously come flying out of nowhere. Luckily enough, there were none.

"We have arrived," Medea finally said, gesturing over to a ship docked at the port. The vessel itself seemed to be in pristine condition, if not a bit bland in terms of decoration save for the occasional magical inscription that could be seen weaving around the boat itself. "I should warn you, though: under no circumstances should you be attempting to break the spells I've set up on the ship. I will take no responsibility if you accidentally lose an arm or a leg due to your own curiosity. Now, if those matters are settled, we should take our leave soon. I do not believe the trip should take long at all, assuming something doesn't go horribly wrong."

With that nonchalant answer, Medea calmly boarded the ship, with Keisuke following close behind. After a few preliminary checks were completed, the Caster waved her staff in the air and the ship immediately began to move. Whatever had been anchoring the vessel to the docks was now gone, and only a few minutes after that did a timely gust of wind push the boat off into the seas ahead. The spontaneity of it all gave Keisuke pause, and he immediately grabbed onto a rope near one of the masts to steady himself as the group steadily headed away from the port.

"Honestly, I prefer riding an airplane over riding a boat. Even if I don't get seasick, at least the trip is a lot faster," the Enforcer muttered to himself before letting go of the rope and beginning to walk around the ship. The design of the thing, as far as he could tell, was a tad more modern than he would have expected from this era, though that may have been partially due to whatever singularity was being tampered with here. Not that he would complain, though; at the very least, it meant that the group might reach their destination sooner than expected, but...

"Er... Medea. Question. How long will this boat ride take, barring any unforeseen circumstances?" he asked, warily looking around at the port that was rapidly growing farther from his field of vision.

"Normally, I think this journey would take a few weeks, but because of whatever is causing this mess combined with my own abilities, I believe it should only take... Maybe a few days at the worst? Do not think this means that the trip will be an easy one, though; on my initial journey over, there were a great deal more aggressive creatures lurking in the waters than before. I shall leave it to you to handle them."

"...Great. Alright, I can deal with battles on a ship. Probably."

"Speak of the devil. Over there, over the horizon," Medea motioned, pointing towards a large serpentine creature breaching and re-entering the water as it made its way towards the boat. "I need to keep the ship on course; can I ask you three to handle that?"

Keisuke's eyes widened in shock as the beast continued to approach with ever-increasing speed, his hands now firmly gripped around his katana as the size of their enemy slowly grew in scale.

"...Understood. Atalanta, Nobunaga, are you ready to take this guy down? Because you have all of... I think ten seconds to prepare?" he asked as the creature reared its head out of the water and screeched at the crew before diving back down.

"Never mind, looks like it's starting now!"

Grabbing back onto the mast as the sea serpent caused enough waves to rock the boat, Keisuke gritted his teeth as the enemy exited the water once more and lunged at the boat, its mouth agape in an attempt to consume the crew all at once.

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Ozymandias

Seeing that there were no objections from the rest of the group, the old man smiled and slowly began to walk off to the seas. After what seemed like an eternity of slowly edging forward, the group finally made it to a small shack off the side of the ocean, along with an old boat anchored off the coast. There was a small dinghy able to fit the entire group on it, however cramped that ride would prove to be, and the old man simply smiled and gestured over to the boat.

"Well, here you are. A beaut, isn't she? Ah, but you might have to go hunting for supplies along the coastline, since I haven't been on there in ages. Even if I am an old man, I've still got enough love of the sea to get you where you need to be going. The life hasn't left these old bones yet! Wahahaha!" the old sailor laughed heartily before motioning everyone to get on. Once they did, Ozymandias chose to row the small vessel forward (even if such behavior was unbecoming of a king) before the group made it to the larger ship off in the distance. The sounds of raucous laughter and shattering glass, however, put a frown on the old man's face as he stared up at the boat.

"That... Is odd. I haven't let anyone on that ship in ages. Could it possibly have...?"

"Pardon me, but I believe some other group has taken control of this vessel. We shall head ahead and check; wait here," Ozymandias said before materializing a part of his own ship to climb up onto the deck. What he saw was... Rather within expectations, all things considered. A group of miscreants drinking booze and mocking one another...

"Pirates, huh? Disappointing," he said, waving his staff once in their direction. The spontaneous appearance of giant ship parts from out of nowhere knocked many a person off the side of the ship, and Ozymandias calmly strode on deck before beckoning the others to follow suit.

"Let us clean out this vessel before we depart. We might not kill them, but the ocean may not be so kind," he said, glaring at the angry drunks that still apparently hadn't clearly grasped the situation. The sounds of metal and footsteps from below deck made it clear that there were more enemies incoming, but the problem was still the same, was it not?

@KoL@VitaVitaAR@Grey Star@Rin@Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

"Well, I can't have a bunch of books and papers lying around in the middle of the walkway; someone'd bound to step on them, and I'd rather not see precious documents wasted. Even so..." Tiral trailed off, pausing for a moment at the maid's blatant lapse in judgement when choosing her words to describe the apparent guest. It took a few moments for him to realize what she had meant by 'massive rack', but when he did, the mage turned away and took a deep breath. Breathing out heavily though his nose, the young man massaged his forehead before picking up another book to add to a stack... Or so it seemed.

"The commander really needs to train her maids more—or, at the very least, hire ones that aren't completely incompetent when it comes to social cues," he thought to himself as he chopped the maid on the head with the book he had just picked up.
"Manners. I should have hoped the Captain's maids would be less frivolous when it came to things like important guests, especially when judging them solely on body alone. Being so lax in such matters will only bring us more problems in the future. In any case, I shall aid in bringing them over. It might do me some good to discuss the recent events with someone who isn't trying to pin all the blame on me... Or someone who isn't completely clueless, I might add," he concluded, picking up whatever documents that were left on the floor and bringing himself to his feet.

"Well, where is she waiting? I would think you've already been made late by the fact that you were likely tottering around even before you crashed into me, and I would hate to keep her occupied any longer."

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

Hm...

Actually, on second thought, if this scene is really tripping people up, I'll update tomorrow. I'll probably be dead doing a mix of coding/writing papers/staying up late to watch Dengeki Bunko Fall Fest 2017, but it's not that big a deal.

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP Interest Check

Tossing my hat in the ring.