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Fate/Empty Providence

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Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Jekyll

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@Lonewolf685

The shot from the cat eared Archer found its mark, slamming perfectly into the motionless Caster's head. It seems the Archer class was really filled with archers.

"Hahaha! So they managed to find me, then?! What was it? An Assassin? Scrying magic? Familiars?" The shot figure laughed mockingly, making Jekyll's blood boil, enough to make Hyde thrash about within him. "Well, regardless, it seems as if that pharaoh was correct! Well, in this case, only more more portion of this contract remains before I can experiment to my heart's content! Come, defenders of Babylon, for I know at least one of you can hear me! To play the part of the villain means nothing compared to what I may gain--best of luck to you all!"


"Master," Assassin relayed, utilizing the telepathic link again. "I fear this may be a small part of a much larger plan."

He retreated further back towards the castle, unwilling to fight such a large creature around so many monsters. Hyde could be utilized here, but he preferred to keep his own Noble Phantasm until such a time came that he needed it, or if his Master commanded him to use it.

"The Caster was but a clay puppet. He mentioned playing the part of a villain, as well as mentions of a pharaoh. To be able to amass such an army, and go up against the King of Kings... Master, was there any more orders? If not, I will retreat for now."

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

She turned her head towards the kitsune that came out of the bush for a moment, before focusing back on the skeletons. Yagra didn't have the luxury of dealing with a fox right now, and judging from the fox's annoyance, it was clear this situation wasn't the result of kitsune trickery.

Raising her weapon, she made to swing at another skeleton approaching her before a fireball blew it apart.

"Shall we fight together, Oni?"

It was a man with an eyepatch, with hair white as snow. He certainly stood out a bit from the usual lot of humans. He continued on speaking. "Do you think you can handle the Gashadokuro?"

"Gashadokuro huh? Aren't you an onmyouji or a priest? You'll be better suited to dealing with that." Swinging the kanabo around, she smashed a few more skeletons. The skeletons themselves didn't really provide much of a threat to her, but they could perhaps hurt the others. "I don't think its one of those - they're not invisible or making some sort of noise, plus, it didn't try to chomp that coward's head off. If you're asking, I suppose you don't have any sealing talismans on you, yeah?"

The boy who had ran first into the shrine came back out, holding up a talisman, as if summoned by the mentions of a sealing talisman. "Okay, gut feeling right now, so don't sue me if it flops, but I think that slapping this thing on that giant skeleton might be good for us. I definitely have all of zero experience in fighting this kinda thing, so... Anyone else feel like testing this theory? I mean, 's all I got, unless you guys think you can break it down somehow."

A talisman? Perhaps he could run over and slap it on the large skeleton while she and this white haired person cleared the path, but with such a display of cowardice before, he was just as likely to fly and drop bombs out of his mouth. Yagra could snatch it up herself and slap it on the skeleton to see what would happen, but if it did what she think it will do, she was just as likely as to exterminate herself. The black haired girl, who Yagra had thought to be human before she shot out some lightning, suddenly ran into the shrine. For what, she did not know, but she hoped the girl didn't accidentally touch something and exterminate herself.

"I'm not much of a fighter either, but I'm fast," offered up a girl. It was the same girl who had been holding hands with the nukekubi person, who seemed to be fighting with his own spine. Odd sort of youkai. Must be one of those rarer subtypes of a more common youkai.

"You, girl, if you're confident of your speed, take that talisman and stick it to the big skeleton." Yagra shouted to Kiyoko, shouldering the kanabo and lowering her body. "I'll clear a path towards it."

Catching the white haired man's attention, she motioned towards the big skeleton, signalling her intent. Regardless of whether the talisman works or not, regardless of whether the girl would be able to gather her courage to charge straight into the giant skeleton or not, Yagra still have to take the giant thing down. Indestructable or not, she doubted it would be much of a threat if she smashed the skull into the next prefecture. There was no denying smashing up the endless waves of skeletons was fun though.

Holding the kanabo in both hands, she charged straight down towards the giant skeleton, smashing a line though the ever spawning skeletons, before digging her heels in just before she was about to hit the giant skeleton, and swinging as hard as she could at it.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel | Lawrence Ellison

Emma Halwell | Ernest Mars | Savannah Churchill

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠 / / 𝟙𝟠𝟘𝟜

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Shattered Buildings and Stolen Shoes

Ernie's blood ran cold when he heard the muted 'FWUMP' on the couch behind them. He spun around and saw Allison, not bothering to warn his teammates before he charged at the opponent with a battle cry. Hopefully they'd follow through with the first plan and get Sophia to the safe point.

The blade. As far as Ernie knew there was only one person on Team 3 that could summon a giant knife, only one person who could have possibly cleaved through the building and endangered his team's lives so recklessly. A small train of thought pointed out that Allison's knife looked different from the one he'd seen on the top floor but it was quickly derailed by the rage that seared through him. One part of him demanded payback. Another part, the cold, logical one, reminded him to protect his advantage.

He ran with the table leg, his improvised weapon, raised high above his head in a one-handed grip for a diagonal downward blow, yelling all the way to her.

Jesus fucking Christ. was the first thought to come to Emma's mind when she wheeled around to see Ernie charging down Allison. We're supposed to be friends, aren't we? was the next. This whole 'game' was a complete trainwreck. She looked at Sophia and then at Ernie and then at Sav, "Get Sophia into the safe zone, alright?" she said, giving the girl a small smile. She turned around to look at Allison and Ernie. What the hell am I supposed to do?

She felt all mixed up, part of her wanted to run away from this, another part of her wanted to make it stop, and yet another part of her wanted to rip them both to pieces. Before she knew what was happening Determination appeared between Ernie and Allison, taking the blow meant for the girl on the enemy team.

"Enough people have gotten hurt, just let the game end Allison! It's two versus one!" She called out.

Almost immediately after Allison hit the ground, a loud cry hit her ears. Ernie was rushing directly at her. Allison quickly raised the shard to cut through her attacker's weapon, the length of the blade cutting through the building around it as well, before something appeared in her blade's path.

Ernie's attack was stopped short by what must of been one of Emma's creations. Allison was surprised by the act, but she didn't let it stop her. She continued forward with her swing, bringing the blade down through both Ernie and the tulpa, now slightly more aware of the walls around them.

Motherfucking heck. If Ernie had the time to throw Emma an incredulous glare, he would've done so. Maybe toss a few slurs in there too. But he didn't. Instead, he stood there staring like an idiot as his weapon snapped against Emma's summon and Allison slashed through not just the summon, but his flag and rope too. The weariness he suddenly felt through his body was nothing compared to the annoyance directed at Emma. Of course a girl like her would pull some shit like this. Ernie had probably chopped her that extra table leg for nothing. When this game was over, she was really gonna get it. But there was no time for that. Ernie had to admit that there was a part of him that had hoped that her plea would work. But kindness was the last thing that made the world go round.

No, not kindness. Weakness.

His singlet had been slashed, baring his chest and making it look like he was wearing some impractical, avant-garde vest. His chest flag had been cleanly bisected. Only three flags left. Ernie charged once more, intending to jab his weapon's splintered end at Allison's face while also reaching for her blade hand.

I don’t want to fight. Was what the voice in Emma’s head said. At least, that’s what one of them said. Ideals, beliefs, resolve, it all seemed to melt away in front of her. It was a thing that was ephemeral, fluid, coming and going affected by the call of her stigma. Or was it her stigma? That seemed to be the question that was always on her mind.

She remembered the conclusion she had to came to in the hallway far below the Medical Center. They’re all monsters. I’m a monster. It was true even in this simple game, it seemed. So much violence, and for what? What were they fighting for? To foster teamwork? For Rosa and Fred’s amusement? Because USARILN liked watching kids kill each other?

Emma, at the very least, had learned a lot since she had arrived at USARILN. And now she had learned something else, thanks to Allison. Mercy doesn’t count for a lot. A voice echoed in her head. That’s what it was- mercy, because really, Emma could crush Allison, couldn’t she? Even without Ernie she was strong.

If Allison didn’t want mercy, so be it. She saw Ernie charge Allison. Honestly, a part of Emma was starting to get a little excited. Can’t hurt. Can’t kill. She had to remind herself. If Ernie was coming from the front, it only made sense for her Tulpa to come from the back. Determination appeared behind Allison, ”Grab her!” Emma called out to her creation.

Allison was once again being charged at by Ernie. She raised her hand to try and cut through what remained of her attacker's weapon, but something grabbed her from behind, a massive weight enveloping her. Allison screamed as she felt something slam into her face.

Oh man, the satisfaction he got from that was absolutely perfect. Ernie's mouth widened into something maniacal as he felt the impact on the other end of the stick. Something squishy. Maybe he'd taken the 'eye for an eye' thing too far. Too literally, too. No one really got hurt from the falling building, right? The screams that erupted from his blow threw all his doubts aside, grim satisfaction bubbling inside him. Eye for an eye. Payback complete. Totally worth it. Ernie was still grinning as he heard the loud beep and felt heat flood his nerves. His world turned black. Too far after all.

Savannah let out a light yelp when she heard the noise reuslting from Allison falling onto the couch. She whipped her head around, and set her eyes on Allison.

"Well, shit." Savannah said. She was just about to charge at Allison when Emma told her to go and deliver Sophia to the safe point. Of course. Someone needed to do that, right? "Hey, Sophia, we need to go.' Savannah stated, not waiting for a response before she grabbed Sophia's elbow and took off with her in tow.

Oh, shit. Emma cringed as Ernie stabbed Allison in the eye. Determination faded away as Ernie fell to the ground, Allison quickly following without the support of Emma's Tulpa. Sure, Emma had decided that it was time to teach Allison a lesson but this... this was way too far. Could Christmas fix this? Or... with a wound like that, there wasn't a large chance of keeping the eye without some subnatural medical attention. Or maybe not, Emma didn't really know enough about injuries like this to make a judgement.

Without thinking Emma ran over to check on Allison. As she passed over Ernie she eyed the now unconscious boy. Jesus, I knew you were a dick, but this is a little far. She moved past him to look at Allison. Her flags didn't even cross Emma's mind, she was far too worried about the table leg in the girl's face.

This happened because of me.

She looked around. For what, she wasn't sure. The cameras? For help? Surely the game would end now, right?

Allison felt nothing but pain. Everything went dark, and then she crumpled onto the damp ground. Somehow, she willed her hand to her face, feeling around where Ernie's weapon still protruded. Immediately her fingers reached a wetness that Allison assumed was her own blood. The broken table leg was sticking out at angle from her face, with several larger splinters of wood lodging into her eye, while some damage was done to the flesh around her eye. She wasn't dead, she just lost an eye. Allison made no attempt to get up. Even if she had the strength to, she didn't want to risk somehow driving the wood deeper into her eye, and she didn't even want to consider pulling it out. There was little to do but wait for the "game" to end.

When Savannah got to the safepoint with Sophia, she let go of her elbow. Well, now we've got the healer. Savannah thought.

"Nnngh.."

Still up on the top floor, Hazel opened her eyes, finally regaining consciousness after that hard knock to her head. Her vision was blurry, and there was that headsplitting headache, but she seemed to still be alive. She moved her hands automatically to her ears before remembering where she was and what she was doing.

"That's right, they tried to kill you."

Hazel glanced towards what was left of the top floor roof, before materializing a giant blade and cutting it off completely, angling it so it would fall away from her instead of on her.

"Stay here."

Without a word more to Lawrence, she grabbed both Gregory and Zoe again with one projected arm, and launching herself off towards Team 3's safe zone with another. Her aim was off, and her catch at the end to soften the landing wasn't quite perfect, leaving her rolling away a few meters from the safe zone, but she was there and she managed to retrieve a healer and return Zoe to a safer position.

It hurts...

But the game wasn't over. Her head was hurting, her vision was blurry, and she wasn't sure if she was really moving properly. But still, the game must go on. Even if her arms and legs were to fall off, she knew it would not end until they say it was over. For now, the people gathered in front of the house was the obvious choice.

Allison seemed to have been taken out, with the unconscious boy there apparently having stuck a wooden club into her face, leaving only Emma there to fight.

It hurts... I want this to end...

Hazel moved towards Emma unsteadily, her vision still blurry. Her hands once again covering her ears. The pain pulsed through her head as if a red hot spike was being driven into her skull with a large mallet, and the ever growing noise of her stigma was not doing her any favours.

"We break her. Just enough so the cuffs doesn't trigger. Then we break the others."

Without warning her left arm turned invisible, as if by flicking a switch, as a large projection of a purplish hand swung straight at Emma in an open palm slap.

Emma heard something move behind her. She wheeled around to see one of the two remaning members of the enemy team in front of her.

"Hazel-"

Before she could speak she was hit hard by something that she couldn't see. Hazel's attack. Emma was sent flying, a grunt of pain coming out as she hit the ground.

Hurts... hurts bad... was all she could think. She felt the pain throughout her body- she was sure that she had broken something. She had to fight back.

Emma didn't want to fight., was the problem. 'But she had to, didn't she?' That's what she had kept telling herself, but it felt wrong. All the same she knew that Hazel wouldn't stop. Hazel wouldn't pull any punches. Hazel wouldn't even think about the fact that they were supposed to be friends. Hazel wouldn't remember that time they got ice cream and suddenly feel bad about beating her senseless. Emma had to fight her, didn't she?

But she didn't want to all the same.

Still, she summoned Determination. At least she had tried to. He didn't come. Neither did Love, or Devotion, or Charity, or Happiness. There was a certain irony in that, wasn't there?

"Where... where are you...?" she groaned weakly.

Emma flipped herself onto her stomach, realizing that she had no help. She feebly clawed the ground, trying to get away. She'd never felt pain like this.

It hurts... just make it stop, please...

There was a small jolt of pleasure when that blow struck Emma; already the pain and nausea felt more bearable. Hazel could feel an almost overwhelming urge to just smash Emma both her hands, to snap her bones and hear that satisfying snap, or just crush her in her palm and leave a mass of flesh behind.

Almost.

Raising her hand high, she slapped Emma lightly with her projected hand, enough to disintegrate the flags off her body.

Shaking her head to clear out the voices, Hazel moved towards the other team's safezone, driven not by any sort of knowledge, but through the simple need to know if they had captured any healer while she was knocked out. The answer became readily apparent once she was in full view of the zone, seeing as there was two girls there, none of which she recognized as being from her team. Once caught in the open, the last member of the other team went down with barely any resistance, with their clothing frayed and their flags gone.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

Well, it was nothing like a play or a drama.

Yagra had half expected a whole slew of dialogue and exaggerated movements that was usual for a theatrical performance but instead, a large skeleton appeared out of nowhere, climbing slowly up the steps as more skeletons spawned from its body. It was enough to make her wonder if something got into her sake while she wasn't looking. Just before she could convince herself it was really well made prop made for whatever the boy and girl was practicing, the boy zoomed quickly away towards the shrine, leaving her and the girl behind.

"Oi! You're just going to leave two defenseless girls behind?"

"... E... Everyone, get inside the shrine!"

So no chance of this being a drunken halucination huh?

There was a quite visible skeleton giant spawning regular skeletons from it just climbing up the steps. Maintaining the illusion that she wasn't what she was seemed quite pointless at this point. Retreating with Ayumi, she tied up her sleeves and secured the hem of her clothes, before swinging the steel kanabo one handed at the smaller skeletons pursuing them. Yagra's unnatural strength was readily apparent from that simple swing; for one to be able to swing what was essentially a large metal club one handed and shatter several of those skeletons in a cloud of dust, one would have to be something not entirely human. In her case, due to her horns being very visible now, she could readily be identified as an oni to those familiar with Japanese lore.

"You, girl with the bokken, go on ahead. I'll slow them down."

Yagra had not fought for a long time, but the giant skeleton looked easy enough to just shatter into a million pieces. But, she had no idea what it can do, nor did she feel that could be risked with the two humans there. There was no telling if it had some sort of wide ranged attack that wouldn't be a threat to her but kill everyone else that wasn't as tough as an oni. Four, she amended seeing another pair once she got to the top of the stairs. Four humans. Ah wait, that one has his head off. A nukekubi?

Drinking from her gourd all the while, she kept on swinging her kanabo wildly through the air, making her way slowly to the shrine. Hopefully whoever runs the shrine didn't get the idea to exterminate her alongside the giant skeleton.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

So to put it simply, they change appearances based on whoever is in control at the moment.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

"You're not Alexander!" he cried, before a bat struck him in the ribs, throwing the man a few metres away.

For any casual passerby, the place looked like a theme park, complete with stalls and rides still fully functional. For those who lived here however, it was one of those pristine looking places that lured in unsuspecting victims to the gangs and angry madmen that oft lived or squatted in the area, of which several were surrounding Juniper. More often than not, they warred over the land, seeking to expand their territories. Only mad men, the strong or the idiotic wandered into these places.

As the wielder of one of the God Hand however, everywhere was that sort of place for them.

Being as legendary as it was, once rumours got out Juniper lost one of the God Hands, wanted papers and bounties on her popped up like mushrooms after a gentle rain. It was said that one who possesses the God Hand can choose to become a Demon or a God after all. She was mobbed almost immediately after one of the thugs discovered who she was.

Breathing heavily, she spun and snapped off a high kick towards an advancing thug, sending him high into the air. Spinning on one foot, she kicked him into a group of other thugs, sending them bowling over backwards. The boss of this area certainly wasn't playing around; he had been sending goons of successively rising strength and skill. Where did he even get the gorillas? They were genuine gorillas too, not like the boxing 'tigers' that had very visible zips in the back.

Without warning, a heavy bat connected with her head, sending her reeling backwards. It was one of the larger men, who, even with her height of 187cm, towered over her. With another hollow thunk, he struck her again. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, gasping for breath.

"SAY GOOD NIGHT!" He screamed, bringing down the bat with all his strength on her head.

His grin widened as the bat smashed solidly against her head, splintering into pieces, before disappearing immediately once her hand shot up and gripped his neck. Realizing too late that the scars on her arm was glowing brightly, he started to struggle in vain trying to escape her grip.

"Good night," Juniper said with a grin.

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She sat on one of the empty chairs in the themepark, eating an apple with a faraway look.

Her possessing both of the God Hands had made her complacent it would seem. Before, she could wipe the floors with those sort of low level thugs without even breaking a sweat. Of course, she had both her arms back then, and she was missing her left arm right now, but that wasn't really an excuse. Her training had been neglected because she became lazy, and now Juniper was paying the price for that.

Perhaps there was a silver lining in this situation, a lesson to be learned from her hardship now. Not that it will deter her from beating up the thief and asshole who burned down her shrine though.

Finishing up the apple, she threw the core at the unconscious bodies of the thugs from earlier. It had started to rain, and from the looks of it, it was going to rain cats and dogs soon. Not that she minded much, the bench she was sitting on was covered by a roof, and she wasn't in any hurry to regain her arm.

"Juniper, current possessor of the God Hand, I assume?"

A small figure stood before her in the rain, as expressionless as the stone beneath their feet. She wore clothing far finer than any Juniper had seen in her life, with fashion she could only recognize as outlandish. The girl's expressions didn't change even when Juniper stood up to her full height, towering over the little girl. It didn't seem like the girl had any intention to fight. Demons could take on any form they wished however; a little girl wasn't a form they wouldn't exploit.

"Yes, I am." Juniper gave a small smile at the girl. "And who might you be?"

"I am Hudson Killinger Braun, member of th- ah AHH!!"

Curiousity overwhelmed Juniper, as she lifted the girl by the collar. It seemed the girl really didn't mean her any harm, considering her distressed wailings. Was that professional tone and expressionless face just an act?

"Stop right there, God Hand! I won't allow you to bully my companion!"

An authoritative voice called out to her, with a tone of complete confidence that Juniper would have associated with an experienced commander and leader. At least, if it didn't come from a shivering cardboard box just barely peeking out of a stall across the pathway. Sighing, Juniper put Hudson down, who immediately regained her composure.

"Ahem, as I was saying before, I am Hudson Killinger Braun, and that girl over there hiding behind the stall is Emillia Redsmith. We've come to offer you a position in a tournament, with the prize being any single wish you desire. You are searching for your other arm, correct? Since you were just wandering around aimlessly you sho- AAAH!"

Annoyed at that last sentence and what she was implying, Juniper picked Hudson up again and slung her over her shoulder effortlessly. While it was true she didn't have a clue where the other God Hand went, and had simply been following rumors, she didn't like someone making it seem like she was an idiot who just wandered everywhere for no reason. Juniper had to admit though, that the rumors were nebulous and often unreliable, and some odd tournament was just as good a lead as any. Perhaps the other wielder of the God Hand would show up and participate.

"Yes yes, I've heard enough. Now pray tell where this tournament is supposed to be."

"Leave that to me!" Emillia jumped out of the box, holding a lantern. Her voice was brimming with confidence but she looked ready to cry the instant Juniper even frown at her. Still carrying the wailing Hudson on her shoulders, Juniper followed Emillia, walking towards what seemed to be the center of the storm.

Oddly enough, they came out from the storm into a large paved courtyard in front of a large building. Was it some sort of magic? Of what sort she had no idea, but the place certainly wasn't anywhere near the themepark she had first entered.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Where is that gigantic creature coming from and is it forming from the caster that was shot?

Fate/Empty Providence

Dont you mean super presidential force trump?

Also, not sure what sort of master i should make.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Rip metal knight, should have invested in foot protection that actually involves the foot and not just the shins.