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Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Hinanawi Tenshi

Just as Tenshi was about to go follow in Mordred's footsteps (that is, to say, smashing the machine for what it had "rightfully" cheated her out of), Evangeline's sudden interference threw the Celestial off balance. Before she had a chance to react in turn, though, the blue-haired girl was dragged out of the arcade along with her equally-tempered peer. There were a few moments of pause after the girl had been dragged off before she came to her senses, though, but by then it was already pretty clear that Evangeline probably wouldn't be letting them get back.

Tenshi contemplated the idea of fighting the vampire dragging them off for a chance to give the machines back at that arcade a taste of their own medicine, but decided that the possibility of getting beaten into the ground probably wasn't worth the effort. For now.

With a bit of struggling, the young woman twisted around before getting back to her feet and following behind Evangeline. The grip that she was caught in right now wasn't something she could break easily (if at all), but at the very least she could walk on her own two feet rather than be dragged along like some sort of luggage.

"Hey, you can let go of us now, you know," she complained, waving her arm around as they continued along. "Besides, where are you even bringing us now? I wasn't done with that place yet!"

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The chef paused for a moment, staring at what was being presented to him in mild shock before laughing. It was undeniable that sci-fi technology like this had no way of existing on Earth as it was (at least, as far as he knew), so something like Raising Heart was enough to just wave all of his questions away. It wasn't like Sakajima had thrown all of them to the wind, of course, but there were only so many things he could get away with before Minami came over and stopped that line of questioning by force.

Nanoha's comment about the food that he had cooked for the group didn't go wholly unnoticed, though, and despite it feeling like a somewhat backhanded compliment, Sakajima still felt some joy in having the food be acknowledged. He had only really known snippets about the girl in front of him thanks to the Private's own rambling and occasional trivia bits before this whole incident started, but...

Well, that joy didn't mean that it didn't still sting a little inside.

"Ahaha... Yeah, I guess nothing can beat the taste of the food made by someone dear to your heart, huh? Yeah, I get that feeling," he said, an awkward smile on his face as he nodded his head. "Oh, right, a picture! You mind if I—"

"In any case..." Minami began, snapping the storeowner out of his little "moment", "You said Endo was screaming about the 'Noise', right? Mind giving us directions to his home?"

"Oh, uh... I mean, I don't really know EXACTLY where he lives, but just go down the road that way and take a left four blocks down. Cross the street and you're... In the area, I think?" Sakajima replied, arms crossed as Minami ate her own meal. "'s about the best I can do. It is pretty early and the city's probably in some state of pseudo-lockdown, I assume, but since people still need to eat I thought I may as well open the place up for business. Not like I'll get much, all things considered, but it's the thought that counts. Right?"

With a soft chuckle, Sakajima pulled out his phone and began to quietly flip through a few screens, glancing over at the multiple notices about the chaos in Tokyo... And, well, New York and elsewhere, it seemed.

"You two aren't the only ones handling all this, I assume? Hope you can keep the people in check; there's just enough law and order to keep the peace for now, but I'm worried about people deciding that looting might become an option if the city shuts down for too long..." he trailed off, taking note of the fact that other cities and countries were probably in a much worse state at the moment. "I don't know if there's a plan to go full 'global police' mode, but I'm kinda worried about how things are going to pan out at the rate things are going now."

Shokuhou Misaki

The two girls watched as the whole exchange occurred on top of the building, and despite the growing number of people present it didn't seem like a fight was going to break out any time soon. Luckily enough for them, though, the fire escape that led to the roof of the building was still available, and the pair steadily scaled the building in an attempt to at least overhear where the conversation was headed.

It didn't really register, though, that two of the main people that they wanted information from couldn't actually talk, but it wasn't like they could have known that to begin with. Not like it mattered much, of course, given that all they needed to hear was the suggestion that the rest of them move to the center of the region.

Miku visibly tensed up at hearing that, and Misaki simply frowned as she looked at the black-haired girl who was clutching her hands in front of her chest. It was obvious that there was something there, probably that Miku had seen and wasn't apt to speak about, but now was probably one of the worst times to ask.

The biker paused for a moment at the suggestion of further pursuit, and the wolf's hesitation before nodding in agreement caused her to only become even more puzzled. It had run away from her last night and had acted mostly belligerently when she had tried to get it to stop for all of last night, but here it was agreeing to the plans of a bunch of odd strangers.

It wasn't like she could do much to argue against that suggestion, though; there was power in numbers, and she had been meaning to check that out once the whole wolf situation was handled, anyhow.

"Fine, I guess that's the plan. I'll be following along, if you don't mind," she typed out on her phone before showing it to the rest of the group. "You can call me... Celty. That'll do for now."

Leonardo Watch

The young man paused for a moment in confusion as the whole world around them seemed to shift to greyscale, fiddling with his eyes for a bit to see if they could adjust things back to the way that they were before. Once that failed, though, Leo sighed and stared at the people in the restaurant who were stuck it place.

"...Odd..." he said, poking at them a few times before heading back out towards the exit. The fighting was still going strong, and the aliens were being eviscerated left and right at a frightening pace—at least, as far as he could see. This same scene was probably playing out over and over again all across the city, minus themselves of course, but this whole time-stop oddity still left more questions than it did answers. Was it the aliens or something that had done this?

Though he wasn't in range to hear any actual dialogue, the arrival of another person who seemed to be helping in busting through the alien army was a bit more revitalizing. If they could match Klaus in firepower, then all the better.

Before he could move up and get to the group to provide some backup now that most of the initial danger had passed, though, Leo found himself being hit on the back of the head all of a sudden and stabbed through the side of his body. The blow didn't knock him out, at least, but the appearance of a few mechanical tentacles poking through his body that seemed to disappear into thin air caused him to at least gain focus for long enough to send a quick transmission from his eyes towards everyone near him. That was about all he could manage, though, as once whatever had attacked him disappeared into thin air, it began to fly off.

Which meant, of course, that it was taking Leo with it to somewhere else in the city.

@KoL@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR@TheFake@Crusader Lord

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

Being dragged around by Elizabeth as she followed up on Nero's attacks wasn't the most pleasant of experiences for Keisuke, and the sudden explosion of fire and rose petals behind him wasn't making the situation any better. Granted, it wasn't as if he could do much other than monitor the battle anyhow, and the safest place in all of this chaos was probably right in the Lancer's grasp.

However much that was worth, at least.

The Valkyries who had thus been placing their attention towards Skuld seemed to divert their attention away from her once Nero's technique had landed, which had thus sent their companions flying into the air before they landed (rather unceremoniously) on the ground. At the very least, the ones who had been hit by the attack or its aftereffects seemed to remain on the ground, unconscious... Which itself was fairly impressive, considering that every one of them was a Heroic Spirit.

Elizabeth's foray towards the front led her straight to one of the Valkyries who seemed to be attempting to direct the action—though she wore a hood, her black hair seemed to be barely visible from under it as she stared back at her opponent.

"I was only given the order to stall for time, so I shall try to do as much," she said, pointing her spear at Elizabeth before charging forth. Unlike the other Valkyries (who were content to focus on Nero for the moment), the one attacking Elizabeth seemed to be a bit more nuanced in her attacks. The jab that Elizabeth had put out was quickly parried, and the Valkyries who had thus been keeping her somewhat occupied all moved towards Nero once more.

The lack of threat from the other Caster, who was cowering off to the side behind a barrier in their eyes, warranted less attention from them at the moment despite their knowledge of who she was.

Or maybe that was in spite of it?

Tomoe Gozen

Despite the furious clashing of weapons and the various wayward arrows and spears that were now scattered in front of the walls, neither Tomoe nor the Valkyrie that she was matching in combat seemed to be giving up any ground. Both seemed to be getting worn down ever so steadily, however, and the pauses in action seemed to get more frequent as time passed.

"N-not bad..." the Valkyrie said, shaking out her hands as Tomoe seemed to pause for a moment in front of her. "If you weren't already dead, I'd probably invite you to Valhalla. Great warriors are always welcome there."

"I appreciate the gesture," Tomoe responded, throwing aside the naginata that she had pulled out for the last few rounds of combat before the sound of a large explosion caused both warriors to turn their heads towards the source—the location of the combat between the Sabers and the only other Valkyrie present.

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Thrud was caught wholly off guard by the suddenness of Arturia's attack, as the Valkyrie herself had not expected to be attacked out of the sky so easily. She had expected her opponent to prepare to counterattack directly, not launch herself as a projectile towards her.

The impact of Excalibur was deflected by the Valkyrie's weapon, but only barely. The resulting impact promptly launched Thrud into the ground, causing a large impact that left a crater in the ground she had just been flying over, leaving her somewhat dazed and injured from the outcome. One of her wings seemed to be cracked from the impact, but Thrud simply gritted her teeth and climbed back onto her feet, however unsteadily.

"That was... My mistake," she said, struggling to maintain her composure as she attempted to move out of the crater with her wings; when that failed, the Valkyrie glared at Arturia as she descended from the sky and attempted to jump out physically, as a being without wings might. "I can already tell that I will not win here, but even so..."

With that, Thrud held her spear aloft before adopting an aggressive stance and attempting to strike at Arturia.

"I cannot afford to fail here; not with Elder Sister occupied as she is now."

Siegfried simply stared at the exchange and sighed, deciding against directly intervening in the fight any further. Given that dealing with Brynhildr was still to come, the Saber knew that his ability to endure would only last so long if he decided to participate in battle now.

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Brynhildr seemed to struggle for a moment as the Berserker spoke, but that moment of pause lasted for naught but a moment as she began to stoke the blue flames around herself. Despite the lack of an arm, the numbers present on the enemy's side coupled with the nearing exhaustion of the sudden "reinforcements" and loss of an arm had finally registered in the Lancer's brain. There was only so much more she could do here, but she was heavily outmatched without having full use of both of her arms.

As the Lancer prepared to strike out against the Berserker with her spear, though, the sudden howling from over the horizon couple with the sound of thundering movement as something arrived from over the horizon.

A giant wolf, fifty times the size of the ones that had been executed in droves by the Servants defending the town until now, cast a looming shadow over the land with the moonlight at its back. Almost as if on cue, the beast howled as it arrived, causing the air around it to freeze in place and large crystals to form in the air to deflect the blow of the Berserker before it landed. With another cry, the wolf caused those same crystals to turn and fire—rather indiscriminately—at both her and the groups fighting in the distance.

Seeing the wolf in front of her now, Brynhildr lowered her weapon and seemed to become almost slack as a few other wolves that had been trailing behind this one came to pick her up and carry her off to who-knew-where. Once the Lancer seemed to be far enough away, though, the beast would retreat in turn, causing a large wall of ice to crash down in an attempt to stall any further pursuit.

Tomoe and the Valkyrie next to her had ample time to dodge the ice crystals as they were fired, and at this point it became clear to the Servant opposite Tomoe that something was more than wrong.

The Valkyrie in front of Arturia, however, only registered the ice as 'something to dodge' and continued her strike towards the Saber even then. Whether it was out of pride or something else, though, was a question all its own.

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Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@KoL: Accepted. As we discussed, Meteora can be sidelined as backup for the sake of story as a semi-exclusive NPC.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Once the charge had began in full force, Tiral shifted his focus towards keeping the Captain safe—at least until they could rendezvous with the other half of the force. The battle itself was rather swift, and considering how easy it was for their side to simply cut through the enemies the ogres themselves were clearly not used to tactics like these.

Granted, the battlefields they took part in usually didn't involve the landscape suddenly shifting anyhow, so it wasn't as if their faltering ability to fight wasn't justified. Not like he cared much for their plight, after all; enemies, regardless of who they were, would have to be cut down one way or another.

Most of Tiral's attacks during the initial onslaught this time were focused on debilitating any of the orcs that managed to steady themselves to any degree, if only to allow him to both conserve his power and to let people who were more apt in cleaving through flesh do the job in his stead. In other words, most of his energy was focused towards attacking the eyes and reshaping the ground ever so slightly to cause the enemies to slip and fall again.

Once the larger brutes had been eliminated and both teams met up once more, the mage-knight let out a sigh of relief. The assault had gone off without a hitch, but now that the group was attempting to strike at the heart of their enemy's base, well...

The fight would only get more troublesome from here on out.

The arrival of a giant golem and a drider caused Tiral to pause for a moment and scratch his head in confusion, unsure of what direction to give in dealing with either of the threats in their way. Luckily enough, though, it seemed that Tyaethe already had a solution in mind... The usual 'attack with brute force and hope for the best', it seemed.

"Captain, leave this one to us," he stated simply, sending out another ice slick to target the leg of the golem that Tyaethe hadn't gone for as he backed out of his enemy's effective range. In the end, a golem could be treated similarly to any other large enemy.

In other words, topple them to the ground like trees and end them while they were down. Simple.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Emiya Shirou

As the smoke from the summoning cleared, the red-headed young man let out a cough and blinked his eyes a few times. Despite the amount of time he had spent in the Emiya family, Shirou himself had still not grown wholly used to the more large-scale rituals that they executed. His foster father had focused on the study of smaller-scale magecraft for his sake, anyhow; the discovery of his ability to project swords had led to some divergence from the original plan, but in the end something like this still felt kind of surreal.

The naming of the Servant that they had summoned as King Arthur was expected, given what his parents had said, but to think that she would be a woman...

That seemed to shock everyone present.

"E-erm... It's my turn now, right?" Shirou finally asked as the introductions and summary of the situation to the Saber in front of them concluded. The small stone with a strange character of some sort was grasped tightly in his hand, and to be honest it was a bit odd to know that, compared to what had been used to summon the Servant in front of them, this was a bit...

Well, 'normal', for lack of a better term.

"Yes, Shirou. We'll be here to make sure things don't go wrong," his mother, Irisviel, stated simply, clasping his hands in her own with a smile on her face. "Don't worry."

The young man glanced at his mother, then towards his father, before his glance finally fell on his sister and her new Servant.

Right. This was to protect his family, so there was no reason to falter here.

With a confident nod, the young man walked over to the summoning circle and placed the stone down before following in the steps of Illya and beginning the incantation thus.

Hopefully, he'd summon someone who could work well enough with the Saber that was present with them now.

Caster of Black

To say that the last few days since the Caster had been summoned were 'ordinary' was about as far from the truth as one could get. Like her Master, though, Anastasia's thoughts were about as far away from the way as possible. After all, here she was now, met with someone else who could actually see Viy. To be quite honest, that was more of a shock than either being summoned as a Heroic Spirit or taking part in this odd Grail War in the first place.

Maybe her priorities were a little skewed.

Just a little.

That being said, though, the Caster was currently lost in her thoughts, half-mindlessly wandering around as she followed her Master around their current (temporary) home. The amorphous, blob-like fairy that was Viy followed along in silence, at least until its master's Master prompted a response from them. The creature turned to look at Anastasia, who simply nodded in turn.

"Yes, Master. Viy and I are not traditional Casters, so it is not as if we need to create a workshop or anything of that nature," she said simply. To be quite frank, the Caster would have preferred to not be involved in this conflict whatsoever, but so long as her Master was caught in this conflict, she would follow.

"If only this had been under different circumstances..." she mused to herself as the group continued along. "I would like to know what kind of person my Master is to have the ability to see Viy..."

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

Though he had called out for Elizabeth to have them both regroup with the Casters, Keisuke did not expect to be grabbed by her tail and be dragged around like a ragdoll--not in the least. If anything, though, being thrown around to and fro as he was didn't coincide with getting skewered like a pig on a spit. Either by sheer luck or actual skill (he assumed it to be the former), not a single spear had so much as nicked him.

Before he could make any further commentary or give any more orders, though, as the sudden light engulfed his vision and dropped those present into an entirely new realm. It took a few moments for Keisuke himself to process the scene, but once the rose petals began to fall the fact that this place was Nero's Noble Phantasm seemed to click.

"But will that really he--Whoa!" he shouted as the Lancer made a beeline for the Caster, who was now notably wearing a different outfit... And wielding a sword.

The loss of flight did, however, catch the Valkyries off guard, and many were now grounded on the area (if not hovering slightly above it). There was a distinct period of time where the group seemed to be disoriented by the sudden change of scenery, but the few Valkyries who adapted to the situation faster than the others immediately began to rally the otgers before charging at the pair of girls in front of them, spears at the ready.

"Okay, I think we can stop with the hugging for the moment. The enemy's about to skewer us," Keisuke quipped, noticing that the Skuld had also been dragged inside the theatre.

Unfotunately, it seemed like a few of the Valkyries were diverging from the main squadron attacking Nero and Elizabeth and going after her instead.

---

The sudden disappearance of her sisters did not seem to bother the Valkyrie in front of Arturia and Siegfried, but she was now showing some degree of irritation on her face.

"You... Do you realize what you are saying?" she asked, pointing her spear at Arturia in anger. "Elder Sister... After what happened with Sigurd, there is no doubt in my mind that she has changed. But after seeing that man now, I feel like I might understand why she pursues his life. But even so, to say something as debased as that... Knight! I will have you pay for that insult!"

Siegfried glanced to the side, muttering a soft apology under his breath to Arturia as the Valkyrie dove at the both of them. It was a fast strike, and in mere moments the Valkyrie had returned back to the skies, ready for another strike.

"I shall defeat you both in her name--no, in the name of Odin himself! I, Thrud, declare it to be so!"

Tomoe Gozen

The disappearance of the other Valkyries and Servants didn't seem to faze the two who were locked in combat on top of the wall, given that a single slip in either of their concentration would result in a deciding blow no matter what. The Valkyrie's spear clashed with Tomoe's weapons, be they naginata, katana, bow, or arrow, and the battle seemed to be at something of a standstill. The two pulled back for a moment, still glaring at one another, before the Valkyrie facing Tomoe spoke up.

"Hm... You are an Archer, correct? What's with all of those weapons? Isn't it kind of strange to have so many of them?"

"A true warrior masters all manner of weapons for whatever situation they may find themselves in," Tomoe replied in turn before she took a deep breath. In an instant, Tomoe had leaped off of the bridge and into the air, drawing her bow back as she aimed at the Valkyrie before firing. A few of the arrows were parried, but the flames on a few of them burnt away at the clothing she wore. Not wasting another moment after, the Valkyrie took to the skies and gave chase.

Their battle could continue elsewhere on the battlefield; there was more than enough room to do so now, after all.

---

Without hesitation, Brynhildr spun her spear and cut the wolf that had been launched at her clean in half as she moved in pursuit. She had, of course, attempted to execute a follow-up attack under the assumption that her enemy had been hiding behind the wolf, but that decision proved to be a mistake.

The subsequent attack on part of the Berserker managed to catch Brynhildr from her blind spot, and it was only a miracle that she had been able to turn and attempt to deflect the blow with her arm.

The armor had managed to dissipate the damage, if only a little, but that arm was now thoroughly broken and hanging limply at the Lancer's side. She didn't seemed to mind as much, though, and acted as if the pain fron such a blow did not exist. Without another utterance, she swung back to counterattack, hoping to catch her enemy and return a blow of her own.

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Of Gods and Men—An Urban Fantasy RP

Steven Fan

Once he had left Fremont to his own devices, Steven had made a beeline towards his usual workplace. It was part of the order he had been given earlier that day: pick up and drop off the new member he was assigned to, grab the necessary data that had been compiled, and start working on the job with everyone else assigned to the 'unit' he was in.

To be honest, the lawyer didn't much care for how military-esque everything was put, but it wasn't like he was in any position to argue.

By the time he had arrived at the bookstore that he had mentioned to the giant wall of a man, Steven noticed that the group that Donovan had been assigned to pick up was already there well ahead of him.

"Huh. So much for 'waiting over here', huh?" he quipped, glancing over at the quivering mess of a man standing at the building's entrance before slipping inside. It was quite odd that his superiors had piled on so many rookies—himself included—onto the same team, but this was no time to argue with people who could probably lop his head off at the first word.

"I see you've already made yourself known," he stated simply, glancing at Fremont (who, in turn, was staring at the giant rabbit that had been summoned by Yang) before stepping over to a nearby table and clearing the books off of it. "In any case, your 'wish' has been granted; we've got a job."

With that, Steven placed the sealed dossier that he had left to retrieve onto the table and opened it for everyone to see. A cursory glance over it made it clear what the job was, and the lawyer was starting to massage his forehead.

"Aaah... You're kidding, right? Stop a black market auction in the middle of the night, tonight, and detain as many of the people present as possible... Which group was this?" he sighed, flipping through the documents with mild irritation. "Hm. Intel's saying it's a Japanese Anchor by the name of 'War God's Wrath' in charge, so I guess things are probably going to get really physical."

Of course, Steven wasn't really familiar with all of the Anchor names yet—there was a great amount of them, after all—but there was an additional remark that the group had ties with the yakuza and a few other shadier Anchors on the paper. Didn't make the whole situation any better, to be frank; it just meant that they were probably armed to the teeth with conventional weaponry, even putting aside whatever Contractor(s) they had at hand.

"Alright, everyone. Directions were to let whoever wanted to read more to go wild, then burn the documents to ash and start preparations for the night. Location's the docks, and we haven't been given transport, so... Start planning."

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@DisturbedSpec: Okay. First: Post characters in the OoC tab first. Then when they're approved, Characters tab. It's bad practice to do otherwise, so that's just to let you know for the future.

Next: OCs, as stated in the OP, are prohibited. No ands, ifs, or buts. Sorry.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@floodtalon: Okay, it's daytime and I am distinctly less tired. Having consulted with the others, this is the conclusion we've come to:

A final statline of C+ C A E E C is fine on our end.

The bigger point of contention was how the Manslayer skill was set up. I can see that you're trying to justify how his NP appears to work in-game, but we can also chalk that up just as easily to a technique that the dude knew. Super damage to a Servant or gibbing a Master on the spot with a nick is a bit absurd.
An alternative to setting this up is that wounds dealt by Izou take longer to heal (especially given how Servants have a knack to just shrug off chip damage after a while out of combat). If the wounds stick, then he has more utility rather than a built-in Zabaniya as a skill, which could also lead to more interesting situations in the long run.

(Dude has a habit of biting off more than he can chew, anyhow.)

Think that's about it, though. The others will say if there's anything left to be ironed out.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@floodtalon: Chiming in real quick 'cuz it's also late here.

Statline got too many buffs. His base is C D B E E C, and there's no way you get to A B A+ E E C from staging alone. It's not THAT big a buff; if anything, tune the statline to something like C+ D A E E C or something. His skills and NP make up for the difference anyhow.

Else, I think we're okay? We'll see what my counterpart has to say later.