KoL

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@Zaphander

The description of your character's quirk is a little bit vague when it comes to his resistance to damage while transformed, just to make it clearer, how much could he fall before getting any serious damage from say... hitting a concrete sidewalk? As in how high of a building could he jump from without fearing that he would break himself on impact?

Also, since he doesn't breathe while transformed, how long can he remain in that form without suffering choking himself?

Lastly, I suppose that he can only use his phone to alert heroes that he knows the number of, right? Unless he has another way of getting people's phone numbers, without them giving it to him, of course.

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The Knight of Lamentation

Name: Sir Tristan
Title(s): The Knight of Lamentation, The Child of Sadness
Class: Saber Archer
Gender: Male
Attribute: Earth
Era: Arthurian Legends/The Tale of Tristan and Iseult (c.: 500 CE)
Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: "To gaze into his eyes is to know the real meaning of suffering..."

Tristan is the embodiment of the sadness and longing that come with tragic love stories. His life story both before joining and after leaving the King of Knights' court is the subject of a lot of contention, however the fact remains that the "Child of Sadness" is as beautiful as he's downcast.

Even with all that happened in his past, Tristan still remains loyal to his vows as a knight and to his burning love for Iseult. If his master is righteous and just, he'll dedicate his whole being to their cause, but even they'll be spared no mercy if their nature is fundamentally wicked. However, his whole reasoning is shaken when it comes to females, if his master turns out to be a woman, Tristan's dedication will be manifolds greater, to the point that he'd willingly walk into a trap to rescue them if need be.

Naturally, his wish to the Holy Grail is to fulfill his role as one of the Knights of the Round Table. In other words, Tristan's single wish would be for the Grail to find its way to his King's hands and perhaps then, his own wrongdoings would be forgiven as well.

Bio: https://typemoon.fandom.com/wiki/Archer_(Fate/Grand_Order_-_Tristan)

Weapon: "Bow" and Sword

Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: B
Luck: E

Class Skills:
-- Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

-- Independent Action: B
It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for two days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage.

Personal Skills:
-- Harp of Healing C(B*):
Musical performance that make use of the bowstring in his Noble Phantasm. Suppresses allies mental disturbance, while opponents lose their fighting spirit.
*Rank up due to Regional Bonuses.

-- Unblessed Birth B:
To be born of ill fate. He was called Tristan, the child of sorrow; for grief follows him so ever since his birth. By means of his singing voice, filled with lamentation, it provides additional bonus to his musical performance.

-- Admonishment of the King of Knights B:
"The king understands not of human heart-----"

The decisive trauma that was engraved on the King of Knights. In the legend, it was a severely heart rending admonition. And yet the Knights of the Round Table, summoned as Servants, unanimously declare so: "Nay. We truly know not what manner of thing you are guilty of."

The words he left at the very end was an excessively cruel remark; Tristan himself severely regrets uttering those words.

-- Weakness (Poison) D:
In the legend, numerous times he was weakened by poison, driven almost to death. Due to that, his resistance against poison is lowered to an extent.

Noble Phantasm:
Name: Failnaught
Title: Fantasia of Lamentation
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 5 - 100
Maximum Number of Targets: 10

Description:
Tristan’s bow was called a "bow that always hit its target"… but the form of this Noble Phantasm is nothing but a mere "string". He used the string of his favorite harp, and he flicks off the air by shaking this string, firing what should be called a vacuum arrow. Because the velocity of the arrow, the bow’s angle adjustments, and above all, the loading speed of its arrows are all unusual, it is almost impossible to avoid the entire bullet, no matter how fast the hero is that excels in speed. It seems that the only ways for one to oppose this is by jumping dimensions, move one’s body outside of its range, and so forth.

For the different ways to use this string, Tristan can take up tactics such as tearing up, slicing up and tying down the opponent. Furthermore, if there is a location that is an obstacle, such as a forest, etc., he can insert traps like "foot entanglements (snares)", and so forth. The instant a foot takes one step onto the mysterious vacuum trap that was laying there, the enemy floats into midair and is chopped up into pieces.

A Lost Child

Name: Madhisi
Title(s): Scion of Clay
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Middle East
Age: 20 years
Birthday: August 11th
Height/Weight: 156cm/46kg
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Rank: Count

Objective for the Grail: Vengeance for those she lost. To have the Mage’s Association burn down to the ground as a payback for their crimes.

Personality
Slightly brash and a tad bit irritable, is almost the contrary of what you’d expect of someone who has grown in a village who has been isolated for the world for ages. However, even if she’s a headstrong and stubborn type, she doesn’t tend to fall for provocation by others but rather to her own conviction that whatever course of action she comes up with is usually the best one. In fact, it’s because of this very reason that she travelled halfway across the world, to Paris, while having little to no knowledge about the modern world and speaking only what amounts to a very outdated Arabic-based dialect.

Bio:
Madhisi was a priestess of an ancient Pre-Islamic (potentially even Sumerian) religion, and one of the daughters of the chief of a village that remained isolated in the mountains of modern day Iraq for several hundreds of years, subsisting of the same basic life style that the people of the Middle East used for millennia. Save for the relative rare times when one of theirs went down the mountains to trade with the people of the slightly less isolated villages that dot the harsh expanses of that region, no one who was born there has ever left.
The only reason she ever did so, is because her whole community was exterminated after they showed their hospitality to a man that one of theirs found nearly dying in the desert. As it turned out, such man had been branded as a heretic by the Mages Association and was on the run from them. When they finally caught up to him, their enforcers destroyed not only their target but also any witnesses, in other words, Mardhisi’s whole village. She only survived because she was away from the village at the time, getting water from a distant spring.
When she heard about what happened from the mouth of her dying father, she swore that she would get revenge even if it was the last thing she did in her life. For this purpose, she followed one of the Enforcers’ trails all the way to Paris, disposed of them and, in a stroke of luck, acquired a catalyst that would allow her to take part in the Holy Grail War. A once in a lifetime chance to do get what she has been seeking to.

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Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Earth

Magecraft:
She’s well-versed with the same kind of fundamentals that someone educated in an academic institution such as the Clock Tower would classify as General Magecraft even though her methods might not follow the same protocols as those of Western Magi. As a practitioner of a tradition based on ancient Middle Eastern magecraft, Madhisi is familiar with magecraft relating to the creation and shaping of clay, including the ability to animate familiars made of the substance, similar to the golems of the followers of the Kabbalah tradition.
Finally, she’s also very knowledgeable about Middle Eastern Curses, especially those related to mythical spirits of the desert like djinn and sphinxes. This includes curses to either ward against or further expose someone to the effects of harsh weather, cause one to either lose or find their way, coat weapons in a poison that will cause wounds that won't heal naturally and curses that cause hallucinations and general poltergeist-like phenomena and either cleanse food and water or turn them into poison.

Crest: N/A. While her family, or rather, clan has practiced magecraft for several generations, they don’t make use of Crests like more traditional European families.

Weapons:

-- A talisman offering protection from wind. An indispensable trinket for those who live in the harsh lands of the Middle East.

-- Roughly 100kg of clay enchanted with both weight and volume reduction magic which allow them to be carried in a brass tube blueprint/poster tube (around the same volume as a common suitcase) slung over her shoulder.

-- Seven ancient, cursed gold coins which belonged to a djinni’s treasure. They can hypnotize anyone who they are given to, allowing for Madhisi to control them trough simple orders. The curse into them isn't anything exceptional, so anyone with at least basic knowledge about magecraft should be able to reject its effects.

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Exceptional Benefit:
-- Extra preparation time used to secure a workshop in the basement of a semi-abandoned building which is inhabited by a few other homeless people. With it, she can begin the process of producing familiars, with at least one golem ready for deployment by the time the HGW is set to begin.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Ok, let's see what can be done here:

@KaijuBaragon, @OwO, @Riegal, @NightmareInd, @Aviaire, @Lonewolf685 You all are ok by me, you can move to the CS tab as long as you've been cleared by the others as well.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

The Principal (You can keep this one since she's important for the story)

The Bad Luck Charm (Don't touch this, please)

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Winter is a cold season, and the New Year's eve is an even colder night, especially to those who have lost the last speck of warmth in their life. One they tried their best to protect, but still failed. And now, all they could do was shiver away, waiting for a frigid embrace to take them away. Like the Little Match girl, after her last light run out...

Perhaps, no one among either the Light or Dark magical girls of Miso City would know of this better than Chiaki. Having returned back to her home, cold and forgotten after the loss of her sister. While others tried to celebrate this occasion with jubilation and joy, all she would be doing is stare in silent mourning as the snow piled up outside, blanketing their traditional looking home in a silent, stark white mantle.

However, even at a time like this, the fallen magical girl would be able to feel 'something', an eerie presence looking over her, from the outside. It wasn't a magical girl, much less the dreadful presence of Luna's murderer. No, it was something else, like a Phantom, looking over her from her snow covered backyard. Passive, waiting as it did so.

And if it wasn't going to make the first move, Chiaki would gladly take it. Instantly transforming into her magical uniform, she sent a death glare behind her and right at the invisible presence. She couldn't directly pinpoint the supposed Phantom but she could very well feel something watching her. There wasn't much in Miso City that could detect magic as far as she knew so this was a strange occurence. Peering closer, she saw the twin crimson orbs of a Mascot peering through the window from the Eve's darkness.

While it may have given anyone else relief, Chiaki looked closer. There was something else out there in the cold, standing vigilent. "Show yourself," she commanded, feet taking her outside faster than she had expected. Hood up, she stared into the dark cold and waited for a response.

"As you wish," asilver-haired girl dressed in an outfit that seemed to be cut from the cloth of night itself, said as she came out of the looming shadows, flashing an enigmatic smile on her lips. "This is first time someone actually came to me like this. I was beginning to wonder if you girls couldn't really notice me but I'm relieved to be proven wrong," she said as a soft breeze carrying the smell of plum flowers blowed from behind her.

Those words seemed to imply this girl had visited other Magical Girls. It made Chiaki's deadpan frown deepen; so far, this Phantom hadn't acted hostile but looks were decieving. "What do you want," Chiaki said. "You don't reek of light so you must be a Dark Magical Girl. If that's so, there's a club festering right now for new members."

"Magical girl? Fufu, I guess you can call me so. Even though I'm sure you noticed it, did you not?" the Phantom said enigmatically. "As for the party you mentioned. I don't think I'm losing anything special for not being there. You are a much more... interesting subject right now," she added.

"I came here because things are about to change in an irreversible way in your world. The hands of the clock cannot move backwards. However, if you are willing to reach a compromise, maybe you can get something precious. Something you thought to be lost forever, back to you," the Phantom said, raising a finger to her lips and cocking her head in a gesture that oozed with boldness and a sense that she had hit where she wanted to.

"What does that even mean. Do you just stalk girls and propose meaningless riddles for them?" Chiaki stared down the Phantom, unamused by anything she had to say. Nothing, in fact, the other girl said made sense and she was nearly inclined to strike her down or turn away from the conversation entirely. Almost.

"Are you a genie now too? Because the only creatures who can grant wishes in this city are the Mascots." She said this as she glanced over at the lone televisioned cat resting on a tree branch nearby. "Unless you're somehow a Mascot in disguise, we don't have anything to discuss here." It wasn't impossible, given the recent news of the Detention Club hosting a sentient Mascot.

"Oh? Have you never had the curiosity of knowing where they come from then?" The Phantom said in her typical cocky voice as Chiaki was about to leave. "Sure, if there are creatures that can grant you wishes, their power to do so must have come from somehwere else in the first place, don't you think so?" she added, smirking.

"What...are you implying." Chiaki's interest and curiosity were piqued, she could admit. Nothing the Phantom said made sense, certainly least of all that. "Are you saying they come from you? That's hard to believe, even for a Dark Magical Girl."

"Perhaps, you would appreciate a demonstration? To get something you think you want now and then later, if you are willing to listen, you can recover that which you truly crave for. As long as you agree to pay the price," the Phantom said as she rose a hand. Heavy, silvery drops of mercury fell from it and floated in the air forming a smooth surface that would soon become like that of a polished mirror, reflecting the pale moon light."How about the identity of the being who stole the moon from your night's sky? Would that be enough to convince you? After all, if you lose the chance I'm giving you... you may never get her back."

The more the Phantom spoke, the more inclined Chiaki felt. She even found herself walking forward towards the mirror-like construct. Pale moon? That which she truly craved for? She didn't think the Phantom was a mind-reader but when she peered into the glassy abyss she saw what she most desired and deserved indeed. "L-Luna...?" Chiaki's expression faltered and before she knew it, her hand was inching closer towards the mirror's surface. "What the hell kind of game are you playing," she hissed at Phantom. "What kind of illusion is this?"

"An illusion, yes. Just a fleeting dream like everything you've been up into until now. Though, for you, this hasn't been a kind dream, has it?" The Phantom said in a soothing voice almost as if she wanted to draw the other girl into herself. "I'm sure that you wish to wake and find that nothing of this was anything but a nightmare that would go hazy and be forgotten as the time goes by, would you not?"

"As I promised, I'll show you who's it that you've been after during these last few days. After this last ordeal has been sorted, I'll come and ask for you answer again," the silver-haired girl said as the image shown to Chiaki shifted and waned, paning out to reveal that, what she has been looking at all this time where Luna's last moments right until the point she met her soon to be murderer and how she was toyed with until finally being given her demise. A being, no-- a Demon, that was already well known to the magical girls of Miso City.

"Oh please, spare me the hasty introductions."

Chiaki would witness in horror the last breaths of her sister and the events following suit of it before the mercury mirror was shattered. Its culprit was a spear that embedded itself into the icy road, melting away where its blade met the ground. Chiaki had been given only a glimpse of Luna's murderer and when she traced the spear's trajectory back upwards, she saw the being in full view. A transformed Palis stood where the Mascot had been perched, picking up the cat by its scruff and dangling it between her fingers.

"You....You're the one I should be-"

"Enough," Palis said with a sigh, flicking her hand at the dark girl. In an instant Chiaki's eyes widened before losing their gleam. Her knees buckled and she slumped forward. As her body hit the ground, her uniform dissipated and a portal of darkness opened up beneath her unconscious form. Palis deposited her sinking body back into the restaurant where she could "meet" the so-called Phantom personally.

"You're looking well for a trapped little bird," the Demon sneered, turning her sights fully on the Phantom. "Sorry, was this one of yours? They're running around the whole city so I thought they might be roaches or something." With a shrug she tossed the Mascot right at Phantom like a pitched baseball, her spear summoned back into her hands. "But I guess it's only natural a trapped creature like you would be antsy every decade or so, hmm~?"

"You know that you can't keep a crow in her cage for too long. Eventually, they gotta spread their wings," the Phantom said in a nonchalant voice as she looked right at Palis closing one of hers and smirking. She caught the thrown Mascot with a bubble of mercury, depositing the creature safely on the ground, from where it scampered away, back to the darkness. "I did expect you to come after me, now that I've finally been allowed to stretch my legs. But, couldn't you have waited until I was done? That girl's wishes might be the most important thing for me right now. Who else would like to change the world so much at this moment?"

"Nope, not possible." Palis met the Phantom's smirk with a twisted version of her own. "You're speaking big words and big ambitions for someone who's trapped down here. Sounds more like you're needing an excuse to deny your fate." With a snap of her fingers Palis watched as invisible chains were revealed around the Phantom's form. They coiled around her arms and legs, each one of them leading back to the ground beneath their feet. "Try all you like, but even after all these eons I can see Mother's work is still potent. Potent enough to bite down your attempts to flee," Palis said.

"Fufufu, but I suppose I can't blame you for trying. You with no power would naturally be inclined to seek it on your own. Though isn't that the reason you became trapped in this city in the first place...hmm?" Palis rocked on her heels, balancing precariously on the tree branch. Staff in hand, she spread her arms out and walked along the branch's length like a circus performer.

"You're just another weakling who thought power could fix her problems. But power only comes to those who claim it for themselves. And you're in no position to do any of that, 'Phantom'~"

"Tsk!" the Phantom clicked her tongue as she was reminded of her condition. "I see that neither of you skirt around when addressing others. Both you and your sister, are just like your mother in that regard. Though, if you really know about the paths of fate, you should know already that getting free of this place is a foregone conclusion for myself. The only thing that may change is how that is accomplished," she added, returning to her relaxed persona.

"What's even your objecive here? I don't think that even you would come down to this world just to toy with people that are so below your station. Especially when you left your beloved sister behind you without even telling her about where you were going," the Phantom said, showing that she could read into Palis' actions, at least to a certain degree, despite her current powerlessness.

"Oh, I'm sure you will get free. Maybe in the next millenia though," Palis retorted right back. "What I'm here for is none of your business. The strong don't reveal their nature to the weak. But if you really must know, you can call it fun of a sorts. The same reason you were locked away in this miserable place is the same reason why I want to make it rampage like the hell-hole it is."

Palis looked down at the Phantom, eyes glowing menacingly in the lowlight. "Or maybe I just want to prove a point to my sister. Who knows. Certainly not you for all the good you can do~" Satisfied with her mocking, Palis turned on her heels and opened a portal of darkness in front of her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to regarding just that. But it's good to see little birds like you remain in their place. Try not to have a bad time down there with the mortals."

Leaving the Phantom to revel in her failures, Palis chuckled before walking into the deep abyss and disappearing.

"Yeah, we shall see about it. For the time being I guess that having some fun as I stretch my wings is good enough..." the Phantom said to herself right after Palis left. A moment later, the wind would beblowing away, carryign with it specs of silvery snow, almost like plum scented petals out of their season. Leaving behind just the dead, cold silence of the Tsukuyomi household which was not truly empty just as the bells of the New Year were about to toll...

Fate/Eternum

Mordred

“As if the Great Mordred would do something like that,” Mordred replied, after Seria told her to pay more attention to her surroundings. “Well… maybe if it’s for you… But, everyone else should be the ones paying attention to not get in MY way!” she added before letting out a terse laugh to disguise her embarrassment.

After a few more moments of walking in silence, they finally came into a park that Mordred had never been to before. “Oh, this place looks as close to home as I think anyone can get. How did I not know about it before?” Mordred said as she squeezed Seria’s hand and did her best to try to contain her amazement.

“Hey! Isn’t that the place you were talking about, Lance?” the blonde knight shouted out of the blue when they finally came into view of the lake. A really convenient place for her Father and Lancelot to meet, indeed.

Othis

“I think I understand how Mr. Watson felt, now. Getting roped into a mystery while following your daily routine is very interesting, indeed,” Othis said as she, miracuously, finished to eat her pancakes. The silver-haired alchemist had another cup of coffee, unfazed by everything as she continued to observe Meltrylis.

“You really are an interesting one,” Othis said idly. By now she had already been able to deduce the other girl’s situation and how much it strained the relationship between her and Nanako, perhaps even more than the latter’s lack of knowledge in Meltrylis’ favored magecraft method.

“Anyway, for the time being, we should concentrate on the most important issues first. You mentioned the City’s computational center, right? I can help you get access to it, since I’m the main technician there. Perhaps it would help elucidate BB’s objectives. What do you think about it, Mr Holmes and Miss Nanako?”

Hinami Asakura

“I see. Even a man of Lord El-Melloi’s fame is bound to have some skeletons hidden away at the corner of his mind. If nothing else, it’s very considerate of you to think about him like that,” Hinami said after Gray explained the circumstances behind her hood.

Even someone who had seen plenty of quirky things in her life like Hinami had to stop and think well at the sight of Grey’s cubic companion. “Well, this is a very… unique friend you have you have there. Also, with an interesting way of speaking,” she said, chuckling lightly as she observed the way the pair interacted with one another. “This kind of remembers me of a friend from way long ago. Though, I’m sure you are not interested in listening to an old lady’s anecdotes right before dinner, do you?” Hinami added, laughing in a dismissive way as the two of them made their way out.

“Well, as long as you don’t mind if it’s cheap food, I do know about a very nice place not that far from here. They have the best yakisoba in Fusang. Also, a pretty great beer, if you are the drinking girl type, that is,” Hinami said as she took the lead, guiding them through a shortcut consisting of a few alleys behind the university’s campus. It wouldn’t take much time for them to reach their destination, a “restaurant” built in the place of an old talisman store not very far from the main street. No doubt the kind of place that only someone well-acquainted to the city, or a completely clueless stranger stumbling about, would be able to find their way to.

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Hi.

I'm not sure if your Archer slots are already filled, but since the OP mentions only one so far, I decided to do something for it. I hope it's alright:

Archer

Name: Sir Tristan
Title(s): The Knight of Lamentation, The Child of Sadness
Class: Saber Archer
Gender: Male
Attribute: This will be given to you upon approval.
Era: Arthurian Legends/The Tale of Tristan and Iseult (c.: 500 CE)
Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: "To gaze into his eyes is to know the real meaning of suffering..."

Tristan is the embodiment of the sadness and longing that come with tragic love stories. His life story both before joining and after leaving the King of Knights' court is the subject of a lot of contention, however the fact remains that the "Child of Sadness" is as beautiful as he's downcast.

Even with all that happened in his past, Tristan still remains loyal to his vows as a knight and to his burning love for Iseult. If his master is righteous and just, he'll dedicate his whole being to their cause, but even they'll be spared no mercy if their nature is fundamentally wicked. However, his whole reasoning is shaken when it comes to females, if his master turns out to be a woman, Tristan's dedication will be manifolds greater, to the point that he'd willingly walk into a trap to rescue them if need be.

Naturally, his wish to the Holy Grail is to fulfill his role as one of the Knights of the Round Table. In other words, Tristan's single wish would be for the Grail to find its way to his King's hands and perhaps then, his own wrongdoings would be forgiven as well.

Bio: https://typemoon.fandom.com/wiki/Archer_(Fate/Grand_Order_-_Tristan)

Weapon: "Bow" and Sword

Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: B
Luck: E

Class Skills:
-- Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

-- Independent Action: B
It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for two days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage.

Personal Skills:
-- Harp of Healing C(B*):
Musical performance that make use of the bowstring in his Noble Phantasm. Suppresses allies mental disturbance, while opponents lose their fighting spirit.
*Rank up due to Regional Bonuses.

-- Unblessed Birth B:
To be born of ill fate. He was called Tristan, the child of sorrow; for grief follows him so ever since his birth. By means of his singing voice, filled with lamentation, it provides additional bonus to his musical performance.

-- Admonishment of the King of Knights B:
"The king understands not of human heart-----"

The decisive trauma that was engraved on the King of Knights. In the legend, it was a severely heart rending admonition. And yet the Knights of the Round Table, summoned as Servants, unanimously declare so: "Nay. We truly know not what manner of thing you are guilty of."

The words he left at the very end was an excessively cruel remark; Tristan himself severely regrets uttering those words.

-- Weakness (Poison) D:
In the legend, numerous times he was weakened by poison, driven almost to death. Due to that, his resistance against poison is lowered to an extent.

Noble Phantasm:
Name: Failnaught
Title: Fantasia of Lamentation
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 5 - 100
Maximum Number of Targets: 10

Description:
Tristan’s bow was called a "bow that always hit its target"… but the form of this Noble Phantasm is nothing but a mere "string". He used the string of his favorite harp, and he flicks off the air by shaking this string, firing what should be called a vacuum arrow. Because the velocity of the arrow, the bow’s angle adjustments, and above all, the loading speed of its arrows are all unusual, it is almost impossible to avoid the entire bullet, no matter how fast the hero is that excels in speed. It seems that the only ways for one to oppose this is by jumping dimensions, move one’s body outside of its range, and so forth.

For the different ways to use this string, Tristan can take up tactics such as tearing up, slicing up and tying down the opponent. Furthermore, if there is a location that is an obstacle, such as a forest, etc., he can insert traps like "foot entanglements (snares)", and so forth. The instant a foot takes one step onto the mysterious vacuum trap that was laying there, the enemy floats into midair and is chopped up into pieces.

I'll have a Master prepared sometime this weekend. I just need to decide on a concept first.

Neo Sorairo

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Ely shifted her position, sitting upright as she eyed the group that had suddenly gathered around her in a curious manner. She wiped away some of the sand that hit her, especially in the chest and tighs, before putting away her now dirty — juice. Her eyes betrayed the fact that she took a particular interest in Mila's unique mannerism as well as the awkward behavior of Kuni and Hiro, the latter of which has slipped away "unseen" despite being responsible for at least part of this commotion.

"Oh! I get it now, you all are Cadets at Yamato, aren't you? That's really impressive, especially to someone like me. It's not every day that you can get to meet real-life heroes like you," she said as to the Cadets. "Oh, please, forgive me for my lack of manners," Ely's face blushed from embarrassment after remembering that she hadn't introduced herself properly, "I'm Elysia Greyhardt, but you can feel to call me Ely, just like Lucia."

"Well, since all of you are in a military academy, I suppose you must be on leave, right? If that's the case, I can always give you some space. You'd probably feel better hanging out between friends than with a stranger, is it not?" Ely said in an awkward voice as she suddenly felt like she was in a place she didn't belong to.

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Mavis was practically bouncing in place as the line in front of her grew smaller with every passing minute. Sure, she was excited to take a picture with Psyman, possibly too excited for someone wearing a "cast" because of cracked bone, but like hell, she would she miss something as cool as Vel-Tor. After all, Mavis knew that it was only a matter of time until the former rivals became allies, united to fight an even bigger threat. It had to be like this, she was sure of it.

And, after waiting all that time, imagine Mavis' when she not only got a few good photos with Psyman but also found that Vel-Tor knew her. "Oh yeah, you bet I did! I'll be waiting for the next one, maybe... will you finally join Psyman by then? I'm sure the two of you would be so cool as allies," She said in a joyful tone, seemingly completely clueless about the identity of the person behind the mask.

"Anyway, can I, erm... ask you something? Could you, take me on your shoulder for a picture?" Mavis said in an uncharacteristically shy voice. "If that's not going to be a bother, I mean," she added hesitantly.

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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Interested

@Lunamaria Hawke

You are welcome to come to the main thread and discuss ideas with us, then.

Fate/Eternum

Othis

“You don’t need to worry about that. Secrets are what we do best in the Institute,” Othis said after listening to Meltryllis’ story followed by Holmes’ recommendations all the while continuing to eat her pancakes in an almost extraordinary fashion.

“This is a very interesting case if I can say so. But, now that I think about it, there has been a request from someone named Twice H. Pieceman to use 3x3 HERMES for medical research, though it didn’t mention anything about an amnesia syndrome. If both of our futures diverge this much and yours seems to go further there’s something else that worries me, but I don’t think it’s worth mentioning it just to worry Ms. Nanako even more,” Othis said in a cryptic fashion, certain that at least Holmes would understand that she was talking about Quantum Timelocks. If Meltryllis’ account was accurate, there was a possibility that this current timeline was going to meet a Quantum Timelock at some point before the year 2030 came about.

If that possibility was correct, what could this BB entity be plotting? Even a Divine Spirit or whole combined might of Atlas would have difficulty reversing the loss of the Foundation of Humanity that resulted in a Quantum Timelock. But, maybe with the information, they have at the moment… there was a possibility?

“If only we had access to the equipment at Chaldea’s Observatory, it would be much easier to test this hypothesis,” Othis added, thinking out loud, in a tone that was almost too nonchalant for someone that was considering the possibility of the end of the world as we know it.

Hinami Asakura

“Sure, don’t worry,” Hinami replied before going out of the office. It would take just a few minutes before she came back with a mop and a bucket that she borrowed from the janitor’s closet down the hallway.

“This really does bring back some memories, even if they are a bit hazy because of the time,” she said idly as she began to wipe the blood off the floor. While she did so, Hinami asked her cleaning partner, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why is it that you wear a hood while you are indoors? I don’t know if I can agree with what Iskandar said since I haven’t the King of Knights in person yet, but at least I know that you are pretty enough to be proud of your own face.”