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Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

Akuta Daichi

New Orleans, Louisiana

The only thing on Daichi's mind, having arrived just this morning from a terminal Rift in Saitama Prefecture, was how hot Louisiana was. He had seldom, if ever, come to the southern United States before—in fact, he had spent more time simply not going to any destinations within proximity of the Equator up until now. It may have been some subconscious desire to not feel like he was boiling alive, but given his scholarship, it was probably only a matter of time before something like this would have happened.

Not that he liked it any better than freezing half to death in Siberia, though, and if he was going to choose between either of them, the locale with the more interesting culture (as opposed to a frozen wasteland) was far more appealing.

The first order of business, it seemed, was to make contact with whatever student-slash-Rift Diver from Louisiana State University that would be working as their representative, along with any other people who had decided to buy in. All he had heard from the higher ups before leaving was that he would end up in the middle of a bayou even before entering, which was... Not the most exciting of prospects.

"Mmm... I think the meeting place was around here, maybe...?" Daichi muttered to himself, glancing at his phone every so often in order to confirm his location. "Restaurant name, 'Willie Mae's Scotch House'... I think this is the place."

With the matter of finding the location handled, the only thing left to do was find whoever it was he was supposed to meet up with. Hopefully, the way he stood out as the only semi-Asian person in the area meant that it would be easier for the other party to find him than it would the other way around.

Maybe it would do him some good to try some food before he left; who knew how long exploring the Rift would take, after all...

@HereComesTheSnow@KoL@TheWindel@Vesuvius00

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The orcs being routed as expected, Tiral wasted no time in pushing forward with the rest of the Knights. This was the third time today that they had handled creatures such as these, and it wasn't as if there was any reason to falter in dispatching these enemies. The same could not be said of the magical attack to come, though, as the mage-knight found himself having to maneuver his way around magical assaults that seemed to strike their position from odd—if not outright impossible—angles. His usual methodology of deflecting attacks wouldn't function at this point, so Tiral simply motioned for the next best course of action.

Which, in this case, meant just charging forward and playing it by ear. He was no Captain, of course, but it seemed like she had the same idea, so he found it suitable to simply follow suit. Hopefully, the casualties before they entered the tower proper could be mitigated in turn...

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

@SquishStar45: Accepted.

It's likely we'll start later tonight, so be prepared.

Fate/Eternum

Alter Ego — Meltryllis

The sound of BB's self-proclaimed (and self-composed) theme song blasting from the room over, followed by the eventual silence into the sound of a running shower, was enough of an indication to Meltryllis that her Master had finally woken up from having to deal with her poison. It was likely that the necessary fear had wormed its way into her heart, which meant that things were all going according to plan thus far. So long as she remained at arm's length and acted impartially as a Master, then the Alter Ego would have no qualms about what she had done. Not like she had in the first place, though.

"I see that you've finally managed to get off of your bed. It's a miracle, really; I had expected you to remain curled up in bed for the rest of the morning," she remarked as Nanako walked into the kitchen. Before she could verbally abuse her Master any more than, that, though, a piercing voice—BB's, of course—shouted out the ever-quintessential introduction to her program before her visage appeared on the television. The AI, it seemed, was fuming.

"Hey, what's the big idea, leaving me hanging like that?! Senpai, you're horrible! The worst! Scum of the earth!" BB scolded, the TV's speakers loud enough for Meltryllis to feel the vibrations from where she was seated. "Well, it's your first day of vacation, so this magnanimous BB-chan will cut you some slack for now, but in! Any! Case!"

With that, a map popped up on the screen, right next to BB; it looked to be an overhead diagram of Fusang City, with their current position and a marker indicating... Something near the southern side of the city.

"Alright, you two... Okay, maybe just senpai, but I'll address you both for now. Both of you, head to this location, right over here, and deal with the anomaly that just popped up. The sooner, the better. Am I clear? I'm clear, riiiight~?" she added, pointing at a route with her baton before leaning towards the camera on the other side of the TV.

"Yes, yes, I understand, BB," Meltryllis responded, rolling her eyes as if the AI's outburst hadn't fazed her in the least. "Well? How about you, Master?"

@VitaVitaAR

Ruler — Sherlock Holmes

Holmes simply smiled wordlessly at Othis' remark about 'authorization' as he rose from his chair, dusting off his outfit as he walked towards the door.

"A taxi shall do, Miss Obberhausen. Walking may give us the reprieve of collecting our thoughts, but when the only course of action is to gather more information, then time is of the essence. Wouldn't you think so?" he responded in turn, walking towards the door nonchalantly before waiting for his Master to catch up. "If it is my knowledge of Atlantis that you desire, though, then the most that I have is a combination of Sir Francis Drake's testimony coupled with a few miscellaneous facts thereafter. If you wish to hear those en route, I would not mind in the least."

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The prompt arrival of a taxi coupled with a small lecture meant that the ride felt considerably shorter than it might have been otherwise—no, the fact that the taxi had arrived so promptly was worthy of at least some note. It was as if someone was waiting for them to head out in the first place, which necessitated some degree of caution from here on out.

"We're here, you two," the taxi driver spoke as the port, trading vessels and all, came into view outside the window. With a quick exchange of cash, both the Ruler and his Master were soon simply standing idly by at the entrance to the locale.

"This is... A tad too convenient, wouldn't you say? I have a sneaking suspicion that something is amiss. Remain cautious, Miss Obberhausen, for we know not what force it is that desires our attention."

@KoL

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City Streets

The most notable thing about the crime scene was probably how haphazardly it was left. The culprit, it seemed, had come and gone like a storm. The security camera, positioned right outside the apartment, for example, was shot clean through with a rifle bullet not unlike the one that had wounded the girl living in the complex. More notable than that, though, was the lack of evidence of leaving. No, rather than that, as the birds soon noticed, the Servant who had done this act had not left via the stairs or the elevator. No, they had instead leaped off of the railing and, having landed in the gardens beneath, left behind footprints on impact. The number of tracks left over, distinct by the means of what sort of imprint they left, simply showed that whoever did this didn't care enough about being traced to even attempt to cover up what they had done.

The dirt that they tracked thereafter seemed to indicate that the shooter had headed west, though there was only so far to follow the trail before it petered out entirely. With this newfound knowledge in hand, the sparrows soon returned to their master to report their discoveries.

@RolePlayerRoxas

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

@AwesomeZero5:... Mmm, yeah, sorry. As much as the concept intrigued me initially, being left with 'detachment' and 'raw aggression' are pushing me towards a decline for now.

Actually, speaking of declines...
@Sanity43217: Sorry, upon a bit of rumination I've decided that the RP, with people having planned entry already beforehead, will be full from here on. Denied by capacity.

In any case... Yeah. The only people I'll accept forms from now are @SquishStar45 and @Rin. Changing the RP to closed; we'll be starting in a short while.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

Ah. Was kinda tired for some reason and half forgot.
@Lugubrious: Accepted. Though, uh... It's kinda weird to have ties to another group while travelling with this crew, but idk. We'll see.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

@Rune_Alchemist: Accepted.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

@AwesomeZero5: Hm... Okay, let me see here.

Well, there's a few problems with that posited premise—mainly that the RP takes place in 2034, and that Rifts appeared in 2024. Using that date as a basis, the character would have to have been... 30 in 2024? And have been to college from 2012 to 2016, I'd guess...? Hm.
Yeah, honestly, I'm not exactly buying it. While I don't think it's unthinkable that the US did some secret science-y shit during WWI-Cold War era (hell, I think most nations were), I still think you could find a different excuse that might work better in lieu of that. A forced retirement is fine, but political conspiracy isn't exactly a theme I want to tackle all too extensively in the RP (at least, not as far as you might be expecting).

As for the second point... Logically, I could see a person being unable to relax after having had to live more or less their entire lives in paranoia about what might be lurking around the corner, but to be so broken to the point where you must be in a combat scenario... It feels slightly off to me, and I'm not quite sure why. It might be better to shift towards more behavioral tendencies developed as a result of these decades of living through hell, in my opinion? Rather than "the only place I can go in order to stay calm", maybe... "The only place where I have left to go"? I dunno, just giving suggestions.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

Yeah, we have...
-checks-
Some room. Need to fill out squad 3 anyhow.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

>_>

Anyways, for the sake of speed, Discord server. Join at your own convenience; I'll still respond to things here if questions are asked, but this can be comparatively faster?