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From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Aventon - Village--

"Oh my~?" It'd seem that Sanae's little scuffle had attracted the attention of the rest of Lavielle's - unwilling - Champions, and not all of them were privy to the idea of having a brawl break out in the middle of the village, understandable really. "You can relax, good sirs and madame~" Remilia curled a rather smug smirk at Joker, Anne, and Lewa, "Tis' will be nothing more than a simple spar between individuals of martial persuasion. After all, there's no better way to train one's mettle than putting it into practice, no~?" There, that should be enough to assuage their concerns, or affirm that they weren't 'joking around' in Anne's case, she was quite rude really, but fortunately for her, the magnanimous Scarlet Devil was willing to let the half-machine Knight's transgressions slide.

"An excellent suggestion, Lady Rayne," The lilac-haired youkai nodded at the only other person here whom her height could match, "Indeed, though this'll be a competition conducted in good faith, I believe it's still our responsibility to minimize unwanted outcomes." Now that they had participants and a designated arena, the impromptu 'tournament' could commence, although speaking of participants, more would-be fighters expressed their interest to join, specifically the Half-Ghost Gardener and the Reanimated Automaton. "Wonderful~" Just like arranging a public tea party at the Scarlet Devil Mansion, the more the merrier.

The merchant was an odd fellow, he should be grateful that the people under his employ were eager to hone the very skill that he hired them for as surely he wouldn't enlist pacifists to defend his caravan. Regardless, now that the stage was set, all they needed to do was prepare and depart, "Oh, you needn't worry, good sirs, after all, I've been vouched as a beloved doctor of my homeland~" Remilia flashed a quick wink at the Toa of Air before she floated over to sit on Fran's mace, using the oversized weapon as her makeshift throne, a not-so-subtle amused grin on her fanged visage.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

I also second Randomguy's sentiments.

Totally not because my currently WIP CS also has my PC having already become a magical girl in her backstory. Yep, totally not.

Also @shagranoz, going by my experience, I think it'll be a good idea if you claim the first spot in the IC and Character channels by making a placeholder post. Just in case someone else accidentally posts there before you (the GM).

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Oh hey, this is pretty neat.

I have a PC idea of a Japanese-American girl who wanted to get into the modelling industry, but unfortunately was too short, slender, and petite to pass the auditions, after numerous tries, she gave up and resigned herself to a mundane 9-5 job at a call center, it seemed her life would amount to nothing more than just being an Average Jane...

...until an obnoxious creature came to her and told her she's chosen to be a mahou shoujo.

Powers would be something in the realm of flowing swordplay, illusion, etherealness, and lots and lots of butterfly imageries. Think Narmaya (Granblue Fantasy) combined with Madame Butterfly (Sekiro).

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Kugane--

As the news arrived when all of Team Kirin (including the new arrivals) were still under the same roof as Izayoi's benefactor, they could immediately transition into an impromptu mission briefing. Convenient, for several reasons, one of them being eliminating any chances that Izayoi would attempt the rescue by her lonesome. The gravity of the issue certainly warranted her full attention as Eve listened to what everyone had to say about the matter.

The two war veterans naturally took charge of the briefing as essentially the group's commanding officers, but to the surprise of no one, it was the SEED agent and the resistance group leader who took the strategist role, compiling as much relevant information as they could to minimize risks and maximize chances of success of whatever plan of action the group would take. Said agent also argued against the monster hunter's divide and conquer idea, the Valheimr outnumbered them so vastly that any distractions from Kirin's few would ultimately be detrimental to their efforts. Unfortunate, but ruling out unfeasible strategies is what briefings are for among other things.

As the briefing continued, Izayoi outlined three courses of action: bust Hien out of his prison, raid the transport caravan, or interrupt his execution ceremony. They all possessed an identical main objective, only differing in locations and methods. Regardless, whatever they chose, Valheimr blood would be shed, and that made the whole mission even better as far as Eve was concerned. The Mystrel Samurai further elaborated that they and their allies would be divided in two teams. Assuming Izayoi will be the one who rescues Hien directly, then Esben should be in charge of the infiltration team... It seemed quite obvious to her, as for Eve herself... I'd be better off assigned to the latter. After all, despite her diminutive stature and muted colors, she wasn't exactly a subtle combatant, unless she was directed to never cast a spell, but then, why would she be there in the first place?

The deliberation continued and for the first time since it began, one of their numbers opposed the endeavor. Peculiarly, that someone wasn't Galahad, whose family would consider Hien to be their mortal enemies, nor Miina, whose skittish nature should hold her back, not to mention Hien having nothing to do with her missing brother, instead, it was Renzo, Cyradil's aide. ... Though his reasons had merits, Eve still couldn't help but feel the irony of the situation, one would think a loyal Ospreyan would never even entertain the possibility of sacrificing his liege to the invader scum, yet... sometimes, reality is stranger than fiction.

The show of 'cowardice' gained Izayoi's ire and Eve couldn't blame her, but the samurai kept her composure and moved on, in which Galahad responded with his assessments on their options. Coincidentally, he mentioned her name along with Miina as the two primary spellcasters of the group, a view that Eve agreed with. Amongst the three options, a wide open space would be best to avoid excessive collateral damage and casualties, otherwise she'd have to restrain her magical output, limiting her performance. Speaking of which, since Izayoi specifically asked for suggestions...

After Galahad brought forth his arguments in favor of Plan A in the form of a night raid, Eve decided it was time for her to chime in.

"..." Standing up, the horned black mage approached the map laid upon the table, "Regarding the transport raid plan, I know not if this idea of mine is viable, or even downright foolish, but..." The albino chimera paused as her gloved fingers traced the lines Renzo had drawn upon the map, slowly, surely, she struck a figurative straight line through the main boulevard, "Provided Hien's transport can be warded with sufficient protection or if he can be swiftly extracted from said transport, then, you may not need to even worry about the entourage being an issue..." She paused once more, taking the time to whisk off her hood, mainly for the benefit of Cyradil and Renzo, but also as a non-verbal reminder to the party regarding who-... what she is.

"Mega Flare." Eve subtly yet firmly enunciated those two words, the dreaded yet awe-inspiring vaporizing breath of the King of Dragons, "It'll take everything I have and render myself incapacitated, but I can do it." The faux-eidolon narrowed her eyes slightly, "Just say the word and I'll vaporize them to ashes..." It was a risky plan, yes, but none of the options were without their own set of risks and complications.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Aventon - Village--

The trade goods were certainly neat, but aside from cultural ornaments and embellishments, nothing too out of the ordinary, perhaps except for the tomes. In the end, Remilia realized that as a purveyor of antique artifacts and someone who had arguably the best library - and librarian - in Gensokyo within her private property, she might not be the best appraiser. After all, meeting let alone surpassing her standards would be an achievement in itself. Then, if the items couldn't really provide her with anything beyond brief amusement, then perhaps the traders themselves could...

The vampiress arrived just as the Moriya Miko was proposing for the group to hitch a ride back to Nieve, the supposed capital of the sovereign nation that Aventon belonged to. Considering what Lavielle said through Millie last night as relayed by Anne to the party, their next destination should indeed be Nieve. It's my best course of action, unless Patchouli and the others have found a way to reverse the teleportation process that brought me here, but the fact they aren't here yet means they haven't so... They'd come when they're able, but she certainly wasn't going to wait around.

The ensuing exchange between the traders (including the guards), Sanae, and Mokou was certainly quite interesting. These folks seem to equate size with strength, then by that principle, the Scarlet Devil would be either the weakest or second weakest considering Rayne, which was a thought that amused her greatly... until she remembered that even if she decided to boast her might, knowing that her current self was but a tiny morsel compared to her true glory put a damper to the urge to indulge in a bit of showy arrogance. All things considered, some of these able-bodied men might very well be actually stronger than her, and insisting that she should be leagues mightier than she currently was would only serve to humiliate herself even further. Ugh... Furthermore, unlike that battle maniac Mokou, Remilia wasn't fond of challenging people purely for the joy of fighting, Reminds me too much of Meiling...

That aside, she still possessed something that only Sanae could inferiorly emulate. Clearing her throat for effect, Remilia casually hovered up to the merchant, then elegantly posed herself as if she was sitting on an invisible throne, crossing one leg over the other as she did, "Come now, ladies and gentlemen, are we so quick to resort to primitive gasconading?" The youkai chuckled, "Nevertheless, even if you insist on coming to blows to crudely prove who's the mightiest, fret not, for I am a healer. Whatever that may ail you: bruises, bleeds, burns, and all ailments of mundane or magical nature, my gifts shall ameliorate them... for a cost."

Remilia deliberately paused for effect, but then locked her narrowed eyes and smirking lips at the merchant, "However, I may be inclined to waive the fee in exchange for transport services for myself and my companions. Should you need proof, simply ask any of the good folks here and they shall inform you of my exploits~"

SPIRITUM

--Petrified Forest - Crash Site--

Charged up and aimed at the less-armored joint, this particular shot was designed to harm, not distract, and her gambit paid off as the energized beam tore through the warbot's knee, immobilizing it. This effectively eliminated any risk of meaningful retaliation from the machine as Kalina swooped upon it once more, her weapon slipping through its plates to reach the critical systems within, disabling it. Meanwhile, nearby, Morden and Silje's combo of magical might and mighty magic succeeded at nuking the other robot into nothing more than smoldering slags. Thus, the squad had neutralized their assailants...

...only for more of them to stir awake, reactivating like some kind of mechanical zombies. In hindsight, it was to be expected as it'd be far-fetched for merely two or three warbots to overpower the royal entourage. Whoever commandeered these things truly wanted the princess dead. Indeed, two mechs might arguably be not difficult at all, but a dozen? The risk of engaging them rose from 'manageable' to 'suicidal'.

"Yes, she did." Valerie nonchalantly responded to Gerard's rhetorical question, turning around the moment he earthbended an opaque plume of ash and dust to separate the squad and the bots, "What he said, squad, retreat and regroup at the parking location." The WARDEN commanded as her legs began moving, sprinting as swiftly as she could back to where they came from. As she did, she kept her weapon drawn, aegis active, and venous-esque power flowing, just in case.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

--Nagano Prefeceture - Abandoned Mansion's Courtyard--

Stunned and disoriented, the anomaly was effectively incapacitated. A veritable sitting duck, while it would eventually recover by itself given time, it'd take but one more attack to truly finish the creature off. Fortunately, Agent Yakumo was quick to respond, using her Euclid-defying ability to send the fleshweaver back to the mansion's courtyard via a portal.

"...-so then I was like-... oh?" Agent Kawahara was just casually chatting with Agent Otsuka to pass the time when a familiar dark purple portal spawned near the two agents as a blob of alien flesh immediately plopped out of it, said portal vanishing immediately after, "Hey there, Tera~" It was a bit difficult to visually gauge its condition, what's with the lack of facial expression and visible wounds, but the flesh lump's lack of response might indicate its less than ideal condition. Well, guess there's a reason why Sakura pulled it off the battlefield.

With A-188 safely evacuated, now twas' up to the Anomaly's friends to contain the other - more malicious - anomaly.

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

@FatPrincess Have you decided on the concept you wanna run? :)

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Kugane--

Eve was content just being a passive - yet keen - observer of the party's proceedings with their host. Right now, she was perfectly in her element; out of sight, out of mind, her preferred position to be in whether in or out of combat. However, now that she was travelling with a certain someone who was specifically trained to notice the unnoticed and reveal the hidden, maintaining said preference would be substantially harder than before.

As if to prove that sentiment, the Pseudolon found that certain someone suddenly occupying the spot between Robin and herself. The SEED Agent didn't seem to approve Robin's change of demeanor, encouraging her to relight her sparkling spunk, but in doing so, he somehow found it apt to involve Eve as well. "...?" The hooded black mage barely turned her head, but she just managed to descry Esben's gesture. Still, what did he mean by that? She could see Robin emulating her to be less ostentatiously flamboyant to be useful, but the other way around? Not so much... really.

I'd already be dead several times over if that was the case... However, she didn't feel like entertaining the topic right now, there were other things demanding her attention, such as the discussion to decide their next move.

After the Skaeller Gunbreaker and Edrenian Vagrant introduced themselves, the Ospreyan Samurai saw it fit to retell the confession she gave back at Atsu, but this time within earshot of the whole party. The faux eidolon already knew that and still... hearing Izayoi's painful past again stoked the embers of vengeful fury within her ether-charged chest, how could she not? Especially since they both lost their family to Valheim's cruelty.

As such, when Cyradil's servant - the male Mystrel, not the female Viera - arrived to bring grave news, it didn't take much at all for Eve to make her decision. Even before Izayoi finished elaborating her history with Lord Hien, the draconic chimera already knew what she must do: prevent the old warrioress from losing yet another confidant to Valheim... and in doing so, she got to exterminate more of those tyrants too.

With her mind set, even if Rudolf changed his mind and regardless of Esben's muses advocating rational caution, unconcerned with any of those, Eve would gaze straight at Izayoi, locking their eyes, and at that moment, the dark-haired Mystrel would see a pair of dimly-glowing slitted blood-red pupils underneath the horned mage's hood, exuding sheer bloodlust that could only be sated by massacring Valheimrs. For the briefest of seconds, that moment back in Atsu was relived.

Not a word was said, yet that gesture alone already did far more than mere words could.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Aventon - Village--

Considering how far Remilia had fallen from splendor, she'd have required multiple nights at least to fully regenerate her arm, an agonizingly arduous process compared to the literal seconds she could once accomplish. However, it didn't mean the Scarlet Devil couldn't do something to compensate as in the end, she was still a vampire and disregarding such things as pleasure and novelty, blood was the be all end all sustenance for her kin. Theoretically, if someone could provide her with enough blood, she could hasten her healing process to perhaps a few hours, but she'd require it in abundance, to the point where she'd actually endanger the life of whoever she chose to feed on.

Fortunately, a certain someone could shrug off the perils of death as if it was nothing but a slap on the wrist. Thus, due to the Hourai Immortal's... well, immortality, the Gensokyoan known as Fujiwara no Mokou became Remilia's chosen donor. Conveniently, aside from a half-hearted reluctance, the white-haired pyromancer didn't really care to stop the vampiress.

Let's just say what transpired that night at a secluded corner of the village was best kept between the two of them...

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Thanks to Mokou's sanguineous sacrifice, Remilia could immediately return to being useful the very next day, helping around the village, mainly as a healer since she was the only one amongst Lavielle's 'Champions' who could do so most effectively. It was an honest, altruistic job that made the lilac-haired lady feel all kinds of warm emotions, the thanks and praises she received were certainly welcomed, twas' only fitting for her deeds to be recognized. The Scarlet Devil might be many things, but let it never be said that she was callous.

During this time, she got to know a curious new arrival, a taciturn salmon-haired girl called 'Fran', Fran as in Frankenstein's Monster from a literature work of the Outside World, though at this point, Remilia was confident that Fran didn't come from her universe's Outside World, neither did Joker. Really, anyone that wasn't her fellow Gensokyoans all hailed from different worlds. As for Fran herself, she was a part-flesh part-machine entity, similar to Lewa... except the other way around in terms of ratio; Fran had more organic parts, while Lewa possessed more mechanical parts, although her opinion should be taken with a grain of salt. Regardless, they all had the same predicament, one thrusted upon them by that pesky goddess.

Eventually, the trade caravan that the villagers had been anticipating finally arrived, allowing them to trade what they had harvested from the humongous boars and centipedes for much-needed supplies, materials, and rations.

For her part, Remilia casually strolled over to one of the wagons, driven by curiosity more than anything else. She'd roam her blood-red eyes over the merchant's goods, see if there was a trinket or two that'd strike her fancy, but if not, the very act of window shopping itself was quite enjoyable.

Side Story

--Gensokyo - Scarlet Devil Mansion--

"..." Illuminated by floating orbs of light and surrounded by towering stacks of arcane tomes, the aubergine-haired Scholar of the Great Library could be seen scrutinizing one of the tomes in said library's enormous collection. Her expression seemed as stoically detached as ever, yet those with a keen eye could notice the subtle signs of frustration behind the aloof veil. How could she not? By now days had passed and yet still... nothing, even with the combined expertise of herself and-...

Briefly, her gaze shifted to the side, taking in the slumbering form of a pair of golden-haired girls, the House's Young Mistress and the so-called Ordinary Magician, tucked under a futon blanket. One was actually exhausted, while the other had vowed to never leave Marisa's side until her older sister returned, just in case the flighty witch tried to flee from her responsibilities or something like that.

...-the latter of the blonde duo, they couldn't produce any meaningful results.

"Haa..." Patchouli let out a silent sigh, closing her eyes, then kept them closed even as her senses detect the approaching figure, "You've returned, any news?"

"Yes, however..." The figure paused, tucking away an antique stopwatch into her maid dress.

"...it's worse than we thought?" Patchouli deigned to open her eyes halfway, shifting her gaze yet again, this time toward the Elegant and Perfect Maid.

"Quite so," Sakuya nodded, turning toward the resting Flandre and Marisa then back at the librarian, approaching her as she deftly navigated past the labyrinth of books, "So far, I've confirmed that Kochiya Sanae, Konpaku Youmu, and Fujiwara no Mokou had all vanished at around the same time as Mistress did, give or take a day or two."

"So it's not an isolated incident..." Patchouli's eyes fully opened, the only expression showing her concern in an otherwise nigh-unflappable stoicism, "I theorize that this tome may not even be responsible for Remilia's disappearance, it may very well be an irrelevant event that coincidentally occurred at the same time, a red herring." She murmured, as much to herself as she was musing with Sakuya, "But this shouldn't be possible, unless... the Great Barrier is malfunctioning somehow, a deliberate sabotage? If so, by whom?"

"I will be deceiving you if I claim I have any knowledge behind the cause, Lady Patchouli." The head maid said dejectedly, "But I'll never rest until Mistress is returned to us. I shall depart once more to gather more informatio-"

"Actually, Sakuya, do go ahead and rest." Only for the elemental magus to interrupt her, "We can't afford to exhaust ourselves stumbling in the dark, even if we must, then it's wiser to not do so at too great a cost, Remilia may need us at any moment and we must be at our best - physically and mentally - for whenever that moment comes."

"But, with all due respect, Milady..."

"Do I have to make it an order, Sakuya?"

"..." The maid bowed, "No, it's not necessary, I shall do as you advised." before retreating to her personal chambers.

"A wise decision." Patchouli didn't stir until Sakuya left the library before she leaned back against her seat, Sigh... Remi, I'm not cut out for this whole mistress of the house business, return soon or I'll-... She cut off her own thoughts before standing up, I suppose I shouldn't be hypocrite. then went off to get some rest herself.