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Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

While Lorelai wasn't exactly proficient with computers, even she knew how to get by enough to perform school work and research on it. Granted if she ever did more then that and looking at pictures of cats, she'd probably brick a computer from clicking targeted adds. So to hear Seirin had no idea whatsoever really solidified the image of a cloistered noble withdrawn from the world by responsibilities she was borne to without any regard for her own choices. No wonder she snuck away the first chance she got. Being told assassins where after her was probably what they told her since she was five to get her in bed on time.

Well, if there was a credible threat, Lorelai was confident they'd be a match for any thugs sent to rough up her pretty head.

While she was entertaining thoughts of righteous walloping, she looked back only to find half the group had collapsed, somehow tired from their leisurely stroll. Weird, maybe they can't handle the mountain air?

"Alright, I'll go get food for everyone. There will be more takoyaki then I can shake a stick at, and Helena knows that's an awful lot!" Came her nonsensical decree, eyes aflame with passion as she thrust out her hand, as though beckoning another soul to join her. "Since I have nothing to balance it on my back with, who shall lend me a hand carrying it back?"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

It was with a heavy feeling of Deja Vu that Kanbaru's view of an opulent if unappetizing theater hall was marred. A static hum drilled between her ears and television snow marred her gaze, her tenant's presence crushing her in a vice like grasp with...excitement. Yes, the feeling was more akin to a dog who'd just caught sight of a steak having fallen to the floor, sprinting headlong regardless of what all measure of reality said towards the contrary.

That Akiko and Ami relocated with her was more a surprise then finding herself in the throne room she'd originally hoped for. The host body didn't consider this her passanger's attempt to be helpful, especially as it tittered with barely restrained energy directed towards the room's occupants. Kanbaru squinted, plushied laid carelessly across her shoulder as she took in both Victoire and Riku.

"Hmm...yup, either of you seem the type to keep shirtless werewolf boy toys. I'm gonna guess the bunny on the throne, though, which either makes Little Red Riding Hood over here a thief, a guest, or the bunny's blood bag for when she wants to feel like a fresh lily and not a plowed field." Kanbaru summized bluntly, stepping confidently forward, hips swaying and eyes narrowing as she tried to hone in on her JSTR's desires. Fulfilling the desires of another, be they parasite or friend, felt like a lovely way to put a smile on Kanbaru's face. Now if only she could pick which one...

The Devil Hunter Agency

Rufus

Rufus could hardly finish one school girl before the incessant siren song of his latest acquisition grated one too many nerves. Licking his fingers of the mess her turned, taking in the mason jar tinged a light yellow from the fluids therein and saw the sliver of arm encrusted in singing rock. He could have sent it into a volcano but in spite of losing a hand to it, the rock was a delightful mystery for the bum to unravel. He looked at his hands, one chapped and scuffed while the other was pristine new flesh, an incongruity that brought a smirk to his lips. "A whole body for a hand? Hardly a fair trade, but have to be sporting."

If he didn't play by the rules, what was the point of playing at all? May as well leave the dimension. In the spirit of such he snagged up his Jarate and tucked it into his cloak. He closed his eyes, hunched over in his cardboard fort of connected boxes and let the song fill his mind.

"Destination set. Hmph, would have been convenient if not for the exploding bit." An effort of will and there was no floor beneath him, the skein of reality pinched together and the Demon now sat upon a rather dreary bar. Opening his eyes let him see the entire bar....because he'd come down on the wrong side and was staring into a wall length mirror. Rolling with it he hopped down, finding himself on the bartender's side and snatching up a pint glass that was shoved beneath the nearest tap.

"How do you folks do? Can I get you anything on the house? I ain't the house so it's no skin off my bones, Oh ho!" The demon chortled, eyes skimming across the small gathering, noting the continued trend of demon's looking like ageless youths...and a Demon Hunter. "Huh, strange to see a Hunter here. What, are you looking to become a Feeder and thought someone here would help?"

He didn't sound bothered by it, already sliding a drink towards the only designated driver in the room and moving to polish a glass with a rag he just happened to find.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Lorelai was blessedly oblivious to most social graces that contradicted being friendly and forward with people, but she was getting a sneaking suspicion that Otis was just plain oblivious. She might have even had a complaint if he hadn't managed to reform a semblance of her impressive braid without snagging her hair, a feat even her father couldn't have taken, all calloused hands and tugging strokes as he was. Deciding to let it go, especially as the young lady had seemed to answer him with aplomb, the blonde rose fully with a shrug.

"Oooh, I'd love to have a guide for a trail tour. Fresh air and packed dirt beneath my feet, just the way I like to spend my day." She crowed, dreamily clasping her hands beneath her chin and swooned with exaggerated glee. "And if we have time after we can go souvenir hunting. Imagine all the cool shops they must have here, oh, and the street food too. You can't even find a takoyaki cart back around Silvergate."

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

It was sheer over confidence that had Kanbaru ignoring her surroundings to chat with the Akiko. Truthfully she'd have been overjoyed if boy-toy over yonder had deigned to attack her personally and given Kanbaru an excuse, but tossing a feral dog of thorn and bramble was far less spurious an offense. She turned in time to see it split down the middle, either half passing to the sides while she was left with only a few strands of bone white hair ruffled.

Then, soundlessly, a hand slapped her, driving her chin towards her collarbone. She yelped, staggered, and ultimately righted herself with a sheepish look cast towards her spectral partner. "Come on, it's not like I don't have you looking out for me. Cut me some slack, please~?"

She didn't expect a verbal answer, not did she mind if the others thought her crazy when there was still a slice of the floor missing. What did catch her interest was Garou directing them to the Castle Lady's chambers, no doubt offloading his work onto us while making their group someone else's responsibility to look after. How very typical of a canine, in Kanbaru's opinion. "Such a lazy creature. If he didn't have those abs I'd think he slept all day, every day."

Snorting in dismissal she trotted past him, a spark of excitement in her eye to find the source of this commotion and brew up some more interest then what creatures of vine could provide. And hey, a castle like this had to have a throne room, so if nothing else she'd steal a very comfy chair for her room at the inn. "Is it this door? I think it's this door. Hello door!"

Perhaps she didn't need to enter the door by smacking it with her plushie, but the novelty of a weaponized whale plushie was far from running its course for her.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Seirin's youthful spirit dazzled Lorelai, the sunflower opening as the rabbit emerged from her hole and reveled in the sunlight of freedom. Even Rodrick and Helena were loosening up, feeling free enough to bicker as they had only come to do after days of settling in with the student group. "You've got nothing to apologize for. Friends don't apologize, they just keep on enjoying each others company."

"Though you shouldn't sell wonderful Nippon short when it comes to mythology and history. Arcanis doesn't have an Orochi, and I've yet to hear a tale as tragic as Tamamo No Mae's....though I guess I could do to read more." The blonde faltered, twisting a finger beneath her chin as she tried and failed to recall any really fanciful story from Arcanis, being rather busy. "But hey, who needs to hurl lightning when we had kooky Nobunaga! My family is tied back to the Dutch settlers who fought against that violent uprising in Shimabara, and we've got all sorts of personal accounts passed down from the liberation of Hara Castle. Really captivating reads, I'd love to show you sometime. Let's exchange phone numbers and emails so we can talk more."

Good thing she had practice with the blacksmith, his sister, and about half a dozen associated family members and apprentices who she couldn't pass up a chance to have lunch with while the Muramasa scion hammered away at the Yato.

"Oh, and we should change your profile a bit. Make it harder for those suits to spot you. Hmm....oh, I know!" She chirped, reaching back for her braid and the ribbon tying it together at the end. A tug began the cataclysmic unraveling of her hair, a sharp breeze pulling it sidelong and smothering Otis in a wave of golden strands. "Here, wear this like a hairband and they won't spot your beautiful hair in a crowd."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

The very last thing Yeshua wanted to do was go out and confront another GMG knowing the MFF was already engaged, scrambling about like the locusts they were. A spike of primal resentment struck her like a thorn caught underfoot, a minor annoyance that she couldn't shake free and disturbed her with its incessant presence. No sooner could she clear her mind to focus upon the present did she then recall the sight of her caged sister and bristle with a toxic animosity that sickened her.

She was a nice person. Yeshua doesn't hate people. But the seed of resentment was taking root and her heart felt like a heavy weight hanging from her neck as she followed Diva off the invisible carrier. The flight down was smooth in her enlarged monster form, a spinning shell of air currents raised in advance for when the sneaky MFF tried to shoot them down.

A precaution she felt validated for seeing them scurrying in force to try and curtail Diva's psychotic sister. Perching herself on a building above Hyperfang she flicked her gaze between the sisters and the tightening cordon of MFF. Flexing her wings, feather's shot off all around her, swiftly pulled into the wind barrier to form a physical element in case she needed to absorb something not easily redirected, like a high powered laser.

"It's been a long day, so I suggest you sisters take this down to normal size and hash things out elsewhere. Unless you really want the MFF to snatch you both up when your two tired to resist."

The Devil Hunter Agency

Rufus

Rufus could say with clear mind and heart that he enjoyed a spot of chaos. When everything was in flux, certainty was dashed, and the future could be determined by the slightest stroke of fortune and decisive action. Hostages were saved by a narrow margin, a bird of flame swooping away before a pumpkin of all things arrived months past Halloween to reek its revenge upon the world. Old men fell and broke more then just their gun from a slip of their footing.

And Rufus, well, he lost a hand because a shiny rock seemed worth the trouble of picking up.

The sound of police sirens and roaring flames did wonders for drowning out the screaming of a hobo, all eyes turned towards the over a baker's dozen arsonists dragging out near dead girls from a building cooking off with further exploding rocks. A stream of expletives spilled freely as he buried his face in the snow and groaned miserably.

"Oh ho that sucked." He tasted copper as he uncurled himself, a sting across his tongue telling him he'd bitten it severely in his surprise. Looking at the stump, flakes of rock crusting the edge, his gaze narrowed seeing them seeming to try and grow further upon him. "No, I took my damage. Now come my I-Frames, universe."

A portal snapped over his wrist and closed just as quickly, in a blink a further inch of his arm was gone to places unknown without a blink on his part. The eldritch horror rolled his eyes and stood, snow sloughing from his cloak while he focused upon the warehouse proper. Before him fell cadavers, the corpses of girls now turned Yurei flopping lifelessly in-front of him. He was quick about it but hadn't cared if the DHA noticed or not. What with a pumpkin monster, the cops, and everything else going on he doubted anyone would have counted the corpses.

"Looks like your cold cases are going to stay on ice, ladies, but I need my hand more then you need graves. Heh, not like your spirits are going to rest anytime soon, but hey, if I see any Yurei, I'll dust 'em for you, cause I'm just that considerate, oh ho!"

And so the hobo sent his meal to his happy little home and staggered back through the alleys, eyes keen and remaining hand clenched with bloody minded intent.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Like the sunflowers of her family home, Lorelai was a radiant beacon of hippieness in an otherwise restrained, culturally appropriate locals and ogling tourists. The reason being left at her hotel room, her gorgeous Yari just begging to be practiced with when they returned to the academy- though she held out some small hope she'd find a dojo suitable to train with it while here and had her eye on a temple that still taught the ways of Yagyu Munemori!- and the phone numbers of the smith and his sister to bombard with messages.

She didn't think she'd be able to get any good pictures of the spear in action should she have another encounter like the class' moonlit battle with the vampire, but she'd keep an eye out for great marketing opportunities and restore the Muramasa clan's honor!

Such happy thought kept her bubbly and excitable as they toured the Kiyomizu temple, it's pleasant atmosphere enveloping her, the wind over the hills like a welcoming embrace that had her splayed fingers grasping at passing breezes while the group ambled about in search of a good place to rest and take it in. It left her amenable to the sudden intrusion of a girl she only had the faintest recollection of from the prior days, most of the conference tuned out and the lack of ornate hair styling made recognition sluggish.

"Ah, the more the merrier. You can tag along with us. We're all responsible hero types, right?" Speaking with her overwhelming sincerity at full blast she clasped Kaganomiya's hand, hardened callousness meeting unmarred skin as she nodded in answer to her own question. That doing so had her braid whip about and strike Otis' chin moments after Ultana humbled him with a customary whack was pure happenstance. "My name is Lorelai and I'm happy to be your friend, even if only for a day."

The Devil Hunter Agency

The cloying cold of Siracha in the dead of winter was the bane of homeless. A time where friends would fall asleep, never to awake from the gutter they huddled in for warmth, all the while not ten feet away through an insulated wall, familiar slept soundly with full stomachs and contented dreams. The streets should have been dead still as everyone struggled to endure the frigid air, yet flames were such an inviting lure, drawing the desperate and the deranged with equal fervor.

Rufus chuckled around mouthfuls of moldy bread, the once fluffy innards hard and rocks and crumbling like a quarry at work as he chewed. There was no taste, the absence of which both disgusting and disheartening for any demon, yet the horror from beyond the skein of stars shuddered from the sheer luxury of it. Soft steps leaving prints in the snow, his figure blurred and indistinct with snow clinging to his cloak, he shambled towards a warehouse that sang to his senses a melody of bitterness and strife. Truly, school girl angst was a thing of beauty, and his stomach revolted with the aroma of blood blasted out of the warehouse by the numerous explosions puncturing the metal structure.

Needing to go no further he settled across from the warehouse, hood drawn up as his back settled against frozen, rusted metal, his figure lost in shadow and snow in the alley between derelict metalworks. Tucking away his meal for later he slid a hand into his threadbare pants pocket. Rather then pass through familiar holes and coarse fabric, Rufus' hand appeared in the warehouse, hovering over the slowly growing patch of frozen stone.

He should have had difficulty targeting such a small structure without any familiarity with either area or target, but the stones resonated with him. It beckoned him, just as he felt the impression it beckoned another hovering near his hand. That presence made his skin prickle with trepidation, the proverbial frog finding a scorpion approaching to ask for a ride, and Rufus instead wrenched loose an offshoot of heatless rock before retreating through his portal.

"Well aren't you a fancy paper weight."