FujiwaraPhoenix

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Once the charge had began in full force, Tiral shifted his focus towards keeping the Captain safe—at least until they could rendezvous with the other half of the force. The battle itself was rather swift, and considering how easy it was for their side to simply cut through the enemies the ogres themselves were clearly not used to tactics like these.

Granted, the battlefields they took part in usually didn't involve the landscape suddenly shifting anyhow, so it wasn't as if their faltering ability to fight wasn't justified. Not like he cared much for their plight, after all; enemies, regardless of who they were, would have to be cut down one way or another.

Most of Tiral's attacks during the initial onslaught this time were focused on debilitating any of the orcs that managed to steady themselves to any degree, if only to allow him to both conserve his power and to let people who were more apt in cleaving through flesh do the job in his stead. In other words, most of his energy was focused towards attacking the eyes and reshaping the ground ever so slightly to cause the enemies to slip and fall again.

Once the larger brutes had been eliminated and both teams met up once more, the mage-knight let out a sigh of relief. The assault had gone off without a hitch, but now that the group was attempting to strike at the heart of their enemy's base, well...

The fight would only get more troublesome from here on out.

The arrival of a giant golem and a drider caused Tiral to pause for a moment and scratch his head in confusion, unsure of what direction to give in dealing with either of the threats in their way. Luckily enough, though, it seemed that Tyaethe already had a solution in mind... The usual 'attack with brute force and hope for the best', it seemed.

"Captain, leave this one to us," he stated simply, sending out another ice slick to target the leg of the golem that Tyaethe hadn't gone for as he backed out of his enemy's effective range. In the end, a golem could be treated similarly to any other large enemy.

In other words, topple them to the ground like trees and end them while they were down. Simple.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Emiya Shirou

As the smoke from the summoning cleared, the red-headed young man let out a cough and blinked his eyes a few times. Despite the amount of time he had spent in the Emiya family, Shirou himself had still not grown wholly used to the more large-scale rituals that they executed. His foster father had focused on the study of smaller-scale magecraft for his sake, anyhow; the discovery of his ability to project swords had led to some divergence from the original plan, but in the end something like this still felt kind of surreal.

The naming of the Servant that they had summoned as King Arthur was expected, given what his parents had said, but to think that she would be a woman...

That seemed to shock everyone present.

"E-erm... It's my turn now, right?" Shirou finally asked as the introductions and summary of the situation to the Saber in front of them concluded. The small stone with a strange character of some sort was grasped tightly in his hand, and to be honest it was a bit odd to know that, compared to what had been used to summon the Servant in front of them, this was a bit...

Well, 'normal', for lack of a better term.

"Yes, Shirou. We'll be here to make sure things don't go wrong," his mother, Irisviel, stated simply, clasping his hands in her own with a smile on her face. "Don't worry."

The young man glanced at his mother, then towards his father, before his glance finally fell on his sister and her new Servant.

Right. This was to protect his family, so there was no reason to falter here.

With a confident nod, the young man walked over to the summoning circle and placed the stone down before following in the steps of Illya and beginning the incantation thus.

Hopefully, he'd summon someone who could work well enough with the Saber that was present with them now.

Caster of Black

To say that the last few days since the Caster had been summoned were 'ordinary' was about as far from the truth as one could get. Like her Master, though, Anastasia's thoughts were about as far away from the way as possible. After all, here she was now, met with someone else who could actually see Viy. To be quite honest, that was more of a shock than either being summoned as a Heroic Spirit or taking part in this odd Grail War in the first place.

Maybe her priorities were a little skewed.

Just a little.

That being said, though, the Caster was currently lost in her thoughts, half-mindlessly wandering around as she followed her Master around their current (temporary) home. The amorphous, blob-like fairy that was Viy followed along in silence, at least until its master's Master prompted a response from them. The creature turned to look at Anastasia, who simply nodded in turn.

"Yes, Master. Viy and I are not traditional Casters, so it is not as if we need to create a workshop or anything of that nature," she said simply. To be quite frank, the Caster would have preferred to not be involved in this conflict whatsoever, but so long as her Master was caught in this conflict, she would follow.

"If only this had been under different circumstances..." she mused to herself as the group continued along. "I would like to know what kind of person my Master is to have the ability to see Viy..."

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

Though he had called out for Elizabeth to have them both regroup with the Casters, Keisuke did not expect to be grabbed by her tail and be dragged around like a ragdoll--not in the least. If anything, though, being thrown around to and fro as he was didn't coincide with getting skewered like a pig on a spit. Either by sheer luck or actual skill (he assumed it to be the former), not a single spear had so much as nicked him.

Before he could make any further commentary or give any more orders, though, as the sudden light engulfed his vision and dropped those present into an entirely new realm. It took a few moments for Keisuke himself to process the scene, but once the rose petals began to fall the fact that this place was Nero's Noble Phantasm seemed to click.

"But will that really he--Whoa!" he shouted as the Lancer made a beeline for the Caster, who was now notably wearing a different outfit... And wielding a sword.

The loss of flight did, however, catch the Valkyries off guard, and many were now grounded on the area (if not hovering slightly above it). There was a distinct period of time where the group seemed to be disoriented by the sudden change of scenery, but the few Valkyries who adapted to the situation faster than the others immediately began to rally the otgers before charging at the pair of girls in front of them, spears at the ready.

"Okay, I think we can stop with the hugging for the moment. The enemy's about to skewer us," Keisuke quipped, noticing that the Skuld had also been dragged inside the theatre.

Unfotunately, it seemed like a few of the Valkyries were diverging from the main squadron attacking Nero and Elizabeth and going after her instead.

---

The sudden disappearance of her sisters did not seem to bother the Valkyrie in front of Arturia and Siegfried, but she was now showing some degree of irritation on her face.

"You... Do you realize what you are saying?" she asked, pointing her spear at Arturia in anger. "Elder Sister... After what happened with Sigurd, there is no doubt in my mind that she has changed. But after seeing that man now, I feel like I might understand why she pursues his life. But even so, to say something as debased as that... Knight! I will have you pay for that insult!"

Siegfried glanced to the side, muttering a soft apology under his breath to Arturia as the Valkyrie dove at the both of them. It was a fast strike, and in mere moments the Valkyrie had returned back to the skies, ready for another strike.

"I shall defeat you both in her name--no, in the name of Odin himself! I, Thrud, declare it to be so!"

Tomoe Gozen

The disappearance of the other Valkyries and Servants didn't seem to faze the two who were locked in combat on top of the wall, given that a single slip in either of their concentration would result in a deciding blow no matter what. The Valkyrie's spear clashed with Tomoe's weapons, be they naginata, katana, bow, or arrow, and the battle seemed to be at something of a standstill. The two pulled back for a moment, still glaring at one another, before the Valkyrie facing Tomoe spoke up.

"Hm... You are an Archer, correct? What's with all of those weapons? Isn't it kind of strange to have so many of them?"

"A true warrior masters all manner of weapons for whatever situation they may find themselves in," Tomoe replied in turn before she took a deep breath. In an instant, Tomoe had leaped off of the bridge and into the air, drawing her bow back as she aimed at the Valkyrie before firing. A few of the arrows were parried, but the flames on a few of them burnt away at the clothing she wore. Not wasting another moment after, the Valkyrie took to the skies and gave chase.

Their battle could continue elsewhere on the battlefield; there was more than enough room to do so now, after all.

---

Without hesitation, Brynhildr spun her spear and cut the wolf that had been launched at her clean in half as she moved in pursuit. She had, of course, attempted to execute a follow-up attack under the assumption that her enemy had been hiding behind the wolf, but that decision proved to be a mistake.

The subsequent attack on part of the Berserker managed to catch Brynhildr from her blind spot, and it was only a miracle that she had been able to turn and attempt to deflect the blow with her arm.

The armor had managed to dissipate the damage, if only a little, but that arm was now thoroughly broken and hanging limply at the Lancer's side. She didn't seemed to mind as much, though, and acted as if the pain fron such a blow did not exist. Without another utterance, she swung back to counterattack, hoping to catch her enemy and return a blow of her own.

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@KoL

Of Gods and Men—An Urban Fantasy RP

Steven Fan

Once he had left Fremont to his own devices, Steven had made a beeline towards his usual workplace. It was part of the order he had been given earlier that day: pick up and drop off the new member he was assigned to, grab the necessary data that had been compiled, and start working on the job with everyone else assigned to the 'unit' he was in.

To be honest, the lawyer didn't much care for how military-esque everything was put, but it wasn't like he was in any position to argue.

By the time he had arrived at the bookstore that he had mentioned to the giant wall of a man, Steven noticed that the group that Donovan had been assigned to pick up was already there well ahead of him.

"Huh. So much for 'waiting over here', huh?" he quipped, glancing over at the quivering mess of a man standing at the building's entrance before slipping inside. It was quite odd that his superiors had piled on so many rookies—himself included—onto the same team, but this was no time to argue with people who could probably lop his head off at the first word.

"I see you've already made yourself known," he stated simply, glancing at Fremont (who, in turn, was staring at the giant rabbit that had been summoned by Yang) before stepping over to a nearby table and clearing the books off of it. "In any case, your 'wish' has been granted; we've got a job."

With that, Steven placed the sealed dossier that he had left to retrieve onto the table and opened it for everyone to see. A cursory glance over it made it clear what the job was, and the lawyer was starting to massage his forehead.

"Aaah... You're kidding, right? Stop a black market auction in the middle of the night, tonight, and detain as many of the people present as possible... Which group was this?" he sighed, flipping through the documents with mild irritation. "Hm. Intel's saying it's a Japanese Anchor by the name of 'War God's Wrath' in charge, so I guess things are probably going to get really physical."

Of course, Steven wasn't really familiar with all of the Anchor names yet—there was a great amount of them, after all—but there was an additional remark that the group had ties with the yakuza and a few other shadier Anchors on the paper. Didn't make the whole situation any better, to be frank; it just meant that they were probably armed to the teeth with conventional weaponry, even putting aside whatever Contractor(s) they had at hand.

"Alright, everyone. Directions were to let whoever wanted to read more to go wild, then burn the documents to ash and start preparations for the night. Location's the docks, and we haven't been given transport, so... Start planning."

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

@DisturbedSpec: Okay. First: Post characters in the OoC tab first. Then when they're approved, Characters tab. It's bad practice to do otherwise, so that's just to let you know for the future.

Next: OCs, as stated in the OP, are prohibited. No ands, ifs, or buts. Sorry.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@floodtalon: Okay, it's daytime and I am distinctly less tired. Having consulted with the others, this is the conclusion we've come to:

A final statline of C+ C A E E C is fine on our end.

The bigger point of contention was how the Manslayer skill was set up. I can see that you're trying to justify how his NP appears to work in-game, but we can also chalk that up just as easily to a technique that the dude knew. Super damage to a Servant or gibbing a Master on the spot with a nick is a bit absurd.
An alternative to setting this up is that wounds dealt by Izou take longer to heal (especially given how Servants have a knack to just shrug off chip damage after a while out of combat). If the wounds stick, then he has more utility rather than a built-in Zabaniya as a skill, which could also lead to more interesting situations in the long run.

(Dude has a habit of biting off more than he can chew, anyhow.)

Think that's about it, though. The others will say if there's anything left to be ironed out.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@floodtalon: Chiming in real quick 'cuz it's also late here.

Statline got too many buffs. His base is C D B E E C, and there's no way you get to A B A+ E E C from staging alone. It's not THAT big a buff; if anything, tune the statline to something like C+ D A E E C or something. His skills and NP make up for the difference anyhow.

Else, I think we're okay? We'll see what my counterpart has to say later.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@ERode: Hm...
I really don't think that idea works, to be quite frank. We already have two Vlads that exist in canon, and it's not like Servants really change that much when being summoned in other locations or are shaped by opinion thereof; what's recorded on the Throne isn't so easily molded like that.

To elaborate: Extra Vlad showcases what happens when we focus on the "Vlad III" aspect, while Apo Vlad focuses more on the "Dracula" aspect (however ironic that may be), and if this version of Vlad was to exist, then we're really getting... Well, neither, to be honest. The two Vlads are not only starkly different in bearing, but also basically encompass everything you'd expect in the package: a regal protector of the land on one hand and the batshit crazy stabman that made him really famous. Besides, they're also both Lancer, which is pretty telling when deciding which aspect to really commit to.

Placing aside the fact that the proposed skillset is a bit odd, I don't think that's a version of Vlad that could be given the go-ahead here.

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

Leonardo Watch

Leo quietly sat by and watched as the others talked, taking in the food with a quiet focus that seemed a bit unlike him... Mainly because it really was. The occasional shaking had resumed underneath them, and if the young man knew anything about how his life tended to end up, it was that at times like these things usually started to go horribly, horribly wrong for himself and everyone else around him.

In other words, now was the time to eat and savor the moment before everything got too out of hand.

"I think it's good that we're getting more people on board for this, at least," he said between bites, catching his cup of water as the rumbling began to hit a fever pitch. "Okay, this is just starting to get out of hand. What's going on outside?!"

As if on cue, Sonic came flying in from one of the windows, a few singed hairs on its head as it grabbed Leo's shirt by the collar and began to rapidly point outside in a panic. With a few beads of sweat running down his forehead now, the young man took the glass of water with him and walked over to the restaurant's exit to peek outside...

Only to immediately duck back inside and close the door, a small part of his fair also having been singed off.

"Um... Guys? I think we might have a problem," he said, calmly pointing out the door towards the street.

Indeed, there was now a small army of aliens now streaming down the streets, firing their weapons at any people who were unlucky enough to be standing in the way.

Or, in the case of the insectoid ones, infecting and killing people to add more to their ranks as they went.

Hinanawi Tenshi

Tenshi couldn't help but laugh as she watched Mordred struggling with the strange machine in front of her, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave off an aura of (perceived) confidence. The idea seemed simple enough for the Celestial, at least; press button, move the weird machine-arm-thing that she was used to seeing the kappa use, and let go. Simple!

"Hey, let me have a try," she said, slipping past Mordred to try her hand at a machine adjacent to the one she was at. A few coins were added into the machine (after a bit of fumbling), and off the girl went!

To fail. And more coins were added. And another failure.

By the third try she seemed to be just as angry as Mordred.

"Hey, come on! This has to be cheating, right? Right?! Even festival games aren't as crazy as this!" she shouted, stomping her right foot on the ground and (inadvertently) causing a small, localized earthquake. "I swear, I'll get this... I'm not sure what it is, but it looks soft! Whatever!"

---

As soon as Hibiki let the giant wolf down, it took a few steps back and slowly attempted to move its limbs about, as if to check for any damage, before turning towards the weird man among the group and tilt its head in confusion. It seemed to understand what was being said, but the question itself seemed to make no sense at all to it. Not like it could speak, though.

The biker, of course, seemed to stare at the group for a moment before sagging her shoulders. She was used to weird occurrences back in Ikebukuro, of course, but this... It was, admittedly, a bit much for her.

"You don't think that sending a giant wolf careening across the sky is more attention-grabbing than what it's been doing since last night?" she typed, half expecting the group to know why the police had evacuated the area before realizing that if that was the case, they might not have come at all. "There was a giant earthquake in the middle of the region here, and this wolf's been doing nothing but circling that place all night. I don't know if it's looking for someone or something, or if it's trying to keep people out, but I can't just overlook something like that in the first place."

---

"Coming right up!"

As soon as Nanoha made her order, the chef nodded and quickly got to work, jumping back and forth between different workstations in the kitchen as the smell of food cooking filled the air. It didn't take long for the food to be done cooking, if anything—only a few minutes of work were needed before all of the dishes were ready and on the table.

"Hope it's all to your liking. Minami, got you the usual, so... Mind explaining a bit more about this whole situation?" Sakajima finally said, taking a seat near the two as he took a glance by the door. "Honestly, dunno why I opened up after all those messes yesterday; probably ain't gonna be anyone coming out to eat anyhow today."

"Oh, thanks," the Private responded, handing over some money to the chef (who promptly slipped it into his pocket) before nodding. "Well, how much do you know?"

"Earthquakes, various anime enemies popping out of the woodwork, people going missing... About what you'd expect on an incident of this scale."

"Hm... Any local incidents? Gossip from last night?"

"I heard one of the regulars—you know Endo, the otaku kid from five blocks down—shouting something about 'Noise' near his home. Nobody could understand a lick of what he was saying outside of that, though, so everyone else here was kind of just... Eating before they left."

With that minor information-gathering session finished, Sakajima turned towards Nanoha and smiled.

"So... Nanoha? The actual Nanoha? Honestly, I have two questions. One: do you have anything to prove that you're the real deal?" he asked before leaning forward, a smile on his face. "And two: how's my food compared to where you're from? Second question's more important, of course, but I'm not going to pass a chance like this up. Imagine the buzz I could get after all this is over, y'know?"

@KoL@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR@TheFake@Crusader Lord

Fate/bizarro alternative

Current Servant opening status:
Black Faction:
FULL


Red Faction:

FULL