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Kichi, Aya

"Oh?" A coy grin played across Kishi's face as he watched Redd's attempt to sneak up on him. A shallow laugh left him, his head shaking slightly. "Admirable effort, child, but a word of advice: trying to approach a Bugbear with stealth is seldom a good idea. If any of you manage to Evolve into one, you'll understand why firsthand." He remarked, seeming thoroughly amused by the little one's fall. Well, he'd be fine, a couple scrapes and bruises never hurt in the long-term. Built character.

Ah, good. They seemed to have some questions for him, which was a good sign if nothing else. If they had just stayed silent then that would have been an indication that they wouldn't be the kind to take action on their own. Then again...thinking of his own son, Kichi could only wonder how bad that could really be.

At Kluuto's words, Kichi's eyes turned to her, an eyebrow quirking up at her question. "Hm...I'm not sure. Your circumstances are special, after all, and an entire group of Goblins all being born with souls strong enough to have Gifts is unheard of. You all are aware of what Gifts, Evolution, and such are, correct? If it's not that then any such feelings are likely related to your Gift or your soul. Ha, maybe you lot were given a bit of divine providence; that would certainly explain things. Hopefully by Knoth, though, I'd be a bit worried if Anekanta was responsible." He explained, listing off two unfamiliar names in the process as he gave a slight shrug.

Following that, his eyes flitted over to Lyminia. Digging tools, really? An oddly specific request, but her Gift seemed to have some traces of Earth affinity to it even if those hadn't manifested yet, so it made sense that she'd be drawn to it he supposed. "This is the Ironwood Forest. We Goblins make our home here, along with a handful of other monster species and the ruler of the forest, Lord Yggdrasil. There are a handful of caverns about, though some of them are what the humans call 'dungeons', areas of magic that command their own monsters. While you are young, you should keep away from those places. As for other settlements...well, some of the other monsters have their own territories, but you shouldn't concern yourself with those. The most important thing to know of is the human city just outside of our forest. Humans are...think of them as similar to you, but usually taller. Some of them are even as tall as myself. Their skin is usually a sort of pink color, and their bodies appear frail, but do not underestimate them. Their race can easily be called the rulers of this world. We cooperate with them rather frequently through trade and such, and many of us have friends among the humans, so do not be hostile with them. My son, Sabu, is currently in their town and should be back in a few hours. If you'd like to know more about them, I'm sure he'd be happy to speak with you." He explained, even as Aya rolled her eyes a bit from the side. "As for digging tools, that's rather specific. We don't have any such tools here since we have no use of them, but I'm certain the humans would."

Lastly, the Bugbear glanced over to Iris, another chuckle leaving him at the innocence of her questions. "You were given knowledge of what Evolution is by the world, correct? Aya here was once a Goblin like you, but her magical talents gave her the ability to evolve into a Goblin Druid." He explained, leaving Aya to puff up a bit in pride. "As for me, I began as a Goblin, then evolved into a mutated form of Hobgoblin thanks to my affinity for darkness. That in addition to some lucky encounters and practice allowed me to become a Bugbear. I'd be happy to explain what that entails, but for now let's not get too into detail." He said, though a bit of pride in himself did nonetheless show through in his tone. "That appearance of mine was a bit of a parlor trick. It's a rather simple invisibility spell done by mixing darkness elemental essence and air elemental essence. Stealth is something of a talent for Bugbears, despite our size. As for your parents, they are all Hobgoblins, though some of them are elite ones. You shouldn't accord them much special privilege, though. While the humans handle the matter differently, for our kind once a child is born, they are a member of the tribe like any other. You shouldn't expect special treatment from them, but that's simply because everyone in this tribe is your family as much as they are."

"...hmph, says the one who coddles his son more than anyone else in the tribe."

"Aya, not in front of the newborns."
Aya


"..."

"..."

"..."

Okay, maybe she was wrong. Maybe this group of newborns had wound up suffering severe brain damage.

Very severe brain damage.

"Okay, kid, just stay put. The chief'll be here in a second and run you lot through everything. You've all been asleep for the past three days, and this isn't a normal occurrence, so we want to make sure you're all stable before you start walking around." Aya explained in an attempt to placate the audacious Goblin and the inquisitive Goblin alike, though a vein did pulse in her head when the latter mentioned her getting the short end of the stick. The trace of a glare formed as she shot Rahak another glance. "You're probably going to get along with Sabu well. Too well." She muttered offhandedly.

"Oh? They're finally up? Good, I was worried."

A new voice cut through the air without warning, seeming to emanate from the mouth of the cave despite nobody save for the staff-wielding Goblin being present. The voice was deep, authoritative, but seemed to have an almost sibilant lilt to it. No sooner than had the new voice been heard than did a figure appear, seeming to melt out of the air as if by magic.

Well, no, it was almost definitely by magic.

While Aya seemed to be nearly identical to the newborns, the new arrival was far different. While the approximate shape of his body and features was similar, that was where the equivalence ended. His form towered above theirs, lean muscle stacked onto every edge of his form and his hands tapering out into claws. His skin was a sort of mottled dark grey, yellow eyes glinting with a feral intelligence as a bemused grin split his face. Simply by existing, he seemed to output a sort of presence that even the newborns could feel, the sort of primal fear that one would have in the face of a predator.

"Well, children, it's good to see that some of you are up. I am Kichi, chieftain of our little tribe that you are the newest additions of. And of course, you've already met Aya." He explained, gesturing towards the stick-wielding Goblin as he spoke. After doing so, his eyes flitted over the group, glowing for a moment as each newborn Goblin felt a strange sensation, as if they were being stared at from a distance. After this brief glance, the being that called itself chief frowned slightly, confusion briefly dancing over his countenance. "...all of them? Really, all of them." He murmured to himself.

"...chief, is something wrong with them?"

"Oh, no, not at all. They're all perfectly healthy. It's just...all of them have Gifts. That one has a Blood affinity, that one has charisma, that one has...what looks like some form of plant analysis." He explained, pointing to each of the younglings as he pointed out, albeit in vague terms, each of their Gifts. While he certainly didn't have to do that, it would likely at least help them to hear it. They'd at least know what a Gift is, unless the world had somehow failed to give them that knowledge, which it didn't seem like it had. "I've never seen anything like it, we usually have a few per group, but the entire group? Maybe there's something to do with the complications these ones had."

Shrugging it off for later pondering, Kichi looked back towards the group. "Now then, most of the others, your parents included, are out on a hunting party and won't be back until tomorrow. You certainly have questions, newborns always do, so feel free to ask what you will before I explain our tribe. It will give me a good chance to get to know each of you, if nothing else." He remarked with a toothy grin.
Sooooo... I may have accidentally buried this RP under mounds of homeworkers for the past 3 days... ill definitely whip up a CS if you guys are still open


Feel free.

I'll have a post up later tonight, today's a bit busy.
Due to release of the Noble Phantasm, the Unknown Berserker's matrix has been fully updated.

All sections are completed.
Unknown Berserker

Foreigner's Graveyard
@Yukitamas

In response to Nakae, the irritation on the Berserker's brow only seemed to multiply, her jaw clenching in annoyance despite her tone still being fairly casual.

"Oh, you wanted to check him out too, huh? That doesn't really help, y'know. If he gets in a fight before I get to see him, then he won't have time to recover totally. Ugh, there were prob'ly plenty of people who saw that last night too. Damn, damn, shouldn't have had Terror in that part of the city." She muttered to herself before shrugging a bit. Some of her presence dissipated, if only slightly, as she shook her head a couple times.

"Well yeah, for a scrawny little shit, you're right. More time I spend talking to you fucks is the more time I don't spend finding him, so just fuckin-"

"We should run from this servant."


"...eh?"

The Berserker's eyes flitted over to Muramasa with a trace of surprise as she heard him speak. What class was he, a Saber from the look of it? But that white-knuckle grip on his sword, that terrified glint in his eyes, that look that screamed silently as if the world around him was about to crumble. For the first time, Berserker properly looked at Muramasa, and her expression was gradually wiped over with an almost joyful grin as realization set in.

"No shit. You're scared right now, yeah? You're fuckin' scared of me. So in that case..."

"...you're a demon, right?"



When dealing with one whose reason has decayed as much as this Berserker's, it was key to avoid anything that could trigger them to action. It could only be called unfortunate that Nakae and his Servant couldn't communicate mentally, in this instance.

Prana flared up around Berserker, her grin being replaced with a manic smile as her eyes lit up. "A demon Servant. God damn. Do you have like, demon limbs or something, or are you one of those fuckin' not-actually-demon beast demon things? Oh god, oh god, oh god, first him and now a terrified-ass demon. Is this fuckin' Christmas or what?" She murmured to herself excitedly, blood-red tongue darting out of her mouth to run over her lips after she'd spoken.

And as the flow of prana reached its peak, something in this world distorted.

...this is an aside, but it is said that there exists a being at the pinnacle of all Heroic Spirits. A golden king who possesses the right to wield a limitless treasury. A treasury filled with the legends of all heroes, as they are mere derivatives of him. A treasury filled with everything that humanity can ever create, as he is the greatest among kings. Against that golden king, all other Heroic Spirits are nothing more than fodder to be struck down.

Berserker was not this golden king. Against him, Berserker would be no different. Her only outcome against him would be an absolute defeat.

However...

"Come on, come on, come on, show me more of that terrified expression-"

Gate of Hell
"Devil's Treasury."

As a tear in space, a pitch black portal formed in the air, a manic grin split her face nonetheless.

Yes, what she possessed could not hope to match up with what that king possessed, that monstrous power that is known simply as "human potential".

But all the same, she possessed something that would strike down those who stood before her.

There is always a world of death. An underworld, Hell, Naraka, Tartarus, something of this nature always exists. It is a basket into which mankind places its fears and that which it deems evil. A demonic sword fated to kill its wielder, a tome which summons horrors from another world, a curse that has acquired a biological form.

And as six cursed blades shot out of this portal, slicing through the air as they streamed towards Muramasa, the one who had conquered this world of death laughed, a frenzied cackle that shattered the air.

It was that very Hell which the hapless Master and limited Servant now faced.
@Holy Grail

Y'know. I don't think that's a bad idea! One magical, nuke-launching, uber-death, grootifying robo-mechazoid coming right up!


I legitimately feel kinda bad now considering that humanity's greatest inventor who's been blessed by the god of creation has already done that
fam she's not that little

like, she's pretty short i guess?

she doesn't look like she's eight or something though


With their vision clearing, the figure at the cave entrance became fully visible to the young Goblins. It seemed to be a female of their own race, clothed in furs with a wooden staff nearly as tall as her gripped in her right hand. Her body didn't appear to be very different from the others, but she nonetheless emitted a sort of presence beyond the physical that distinguished her as different.

"..."

To say that this Goblin who had been calling for the chief seconds earlier was taken aback would be a severe understatement. While she could hardly be called an elder of the tribe, that title being reserved for ones like the chief instead of the younger generation like herself and Sabu, the sight was nonetheless one she felt ought to have been pretty unusual. Last she checked, newborns weren't supposed to wake up and start doing all of this rubbish that they were up to. One of them was already trying to walk out of the cave.

Was she supposed to stop him? She felt like in this sort of situation, she ought to stop him, but wasn't entirely sure. She could probably just knock him down with her staff, or cast a quick restraint spell or something. Was he fragile enough that those could cause serious injury, though? That could be a problem.

"...uh, hey kid, hold up for a second. You just woke up for the first time. Chief's gonna want to talk to all of you. The ones talking about food, be patient, you can eat later."

Restraining her impulse to whack the exiting Goblin with her stick, Aya instead attempted a conversational approach while she waited for her superior's arrival.

"Just...mmf, of course I had to be the one put on infant watch duty."
@Moonlit Sonata Deks is approved, right?


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