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3 yrs ago
Current Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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3 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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3 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
5 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
5 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Black's HQ mansion


To save or to destroy.

To tell the truth, she did not mind where she went. The world itself has a penchant for stabilizing itself after all. Lean too far in either direction and sooner or later the world will correct itself.

"The ten thousand to five."

Break, mend, fix, dismantle, heal or destroy, the coin spins around and eventually lays on one side. But that didn't mean the other side did not exist in its shadow.

"Five to two."

Of course, that coin has landed on one side for her, which meant she was late. That meant she also wasn't late right? She came right on time would be the right thing to take away from this, and she certainly wasn't late to anything what her faction was doing.

'Two to one."

Yin and yang revolved around two sides, that each had a little bit of the other inside it. She wasn't late, she was here on time, and there were no delays, just detours. Not that there were any worries save for her own tardiness. It didn't take a skilled mage to sense the clashes had already started.

"Hmm, hmm. This one tarried for too long."

It was time to put in some work. After all, she had already chosen her path, now she need only follow the flow.
[Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa)



The merchant was looking backwards, from what he was saying. Obviously this meant the child would only be able to see the back as well. With the covered top and curtains obscuring the inside, there was a chance she could get out of this without having to sleep inside a musty fake lying rugs that wasn't at all fluffy, luxurious or comfortable.

Sensing her time, she squeezed out of the rolled up tube, using her high dexterity to slowly but quickly slide out onto the front seat past the front curtains. The cart, after all, wasn't on some suspension system like a modern car, and there shouldn't be any rocking. With the very solid feeling floor, there shouldn't be any squeaking too.

Floor?

It hit her just as she pretended to sleep on the front seat, wrapping her tail around her. The floor seemed... robust? Thicker than it seemed.


And heres my Master for later use.



From the looks of it, only black and red teams are open yeah? Red team seems full up.
So we just take control of existing servants and/or master or can we make our own? Do we need to play both master and servant?
[Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa)



She was met with disappointment almost immediately. It wasn't at all the luxurious feet spread that just sinks in when you try to step on it, but the rougher carpets that tried to have an air of luxury. There was nothing within it as well; no hidden weapons, rock tile npcs or anything within them.

Flying carpets was out.

Her tail jolted straight immediately, puffing out thrice their size as she heard a familiar voice speaking in an unfamiliar tongue. That was too soon, and if she was to be discovered now... . But she still had enough time. Her mind racing, there were a lot of choices she could have taken, but the one she took was of course, the most logical one.

Rolling immediately into the unfurled carpet, she rolled into the pile of carpets, and pulled in her tail.
[Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa)



Carpets was it? Rolled up and very nice.

For Ari carpets were something of a novelty. Many if not most households where she lived primarily uses linoleums or ceramic tiles for their floors, with maybe some mats at certain doors to wipe feet on. There didn't seem to be anything more of interest save for these carpets rolled up. Maybe they flew or something? Would that technically make the merchant an arms dealer if they sold these for war?

Unable to fight her impulses, she sneaked inside the wagon, unfurling one of the fluffiest by simply rolling around with it, tail twitching with glee. Surely there might be something rolled up in them that necessitates her unrolling them, right?
The world is at stake.

Night after night, for every day, for centuries, phantasms appear at night, threatening to overwhelm Mankind. Far in the past, the world was shattered by the legendary King Arthur, fracturing the very fabric of the world over the real, manifesting phantasms of monsters and even Heroes past and unknown Guardians during the transition from day to night. Even now, in the modern day of cars, computers and Internet, phantasms still threaten Mankind.

It was a world that would have been destroyed, had there not been the Keepers. Once they would have been called witches, wizards, magicians, or even heretics. But now, with the popularity of certain medias, they were more popularly regarded as magical girls/boys, or mages for those older, though the former is more often used. Wielding a shard of a broken God or Hero, they gain powers based around a concept of their wielded shard, transforming into a secondary form more suited to wielding their magics. Each usually claims a territory protect, and won't usually be found roaming outside of them barring unusual circumstances.

Then an unusual circumstance did happen.

A wave of energy permeating the world, emanating from an island just appearing off the coast of France. As if to further pique the Keepers' interest, a letter was sent to all of them, to participate in the Tournament of Power, to find one strong enough to wield a relic with the potential to change the world for better or for worse. Of course, not everyone was mad/power hungry/greedy or even just plain curious enough to leave their territory for this strange island, but those who came, would find out the island held more secrets than just a world bending relic.

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tldr; megucas meet and fight for strong world changing relic.

This will be a primarily player oriented rp taking heavy cues from the Fate series, so there will be death and injuries, especially since phantasms and such wont stop coming in at dusk just because theres a tournament going on. There may be gm events now and again, depending on player actions, but the tournament will be the main focus.

Any questions or concerns?
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