Psyker Landshark

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

The villagers' reaction was unfortunate, but not unexpected. There hadn't been enough time to adjust his own tactics to be more...palatable towards ignorant mortals. Still, if even Aleksiya's ice was terrifying to them, no amount of control would have likely helped at the moment. It was good that nothing else had decided to bar the hallway he'd passed through. Not enough room to swing his hammer, to say nothing of having his newly created minion fight at his side. Of course, he could have managed with a conjured weapon, but that would have been a waste of blood.

As Dragan emerged into the central chamber, he took the situation in with barely a second, his hammer raised as he started to charge. A wave of his hand raised the fresh corpses that were being feasted on as zombies, all of which began to extend their hands and attempt to throttle the beasts that had just been feasting not even a second ago. Hopefully, the shock and surprise of the attack would let those hastily-raised zombies do a significant amount of damage, if not kill their assailants outright.

Meanwhile, Dragan leapt up and descended upon a crowd of beastmen that were attempting to break through a barricade, his hammer glistening with blood as it smashed back and forth. His remaining minion barrelled into the crowd from the side, creating a distraction for its master once the initial shock of the assault had faded.

Yu-Gi-Oh GX: Next Gen

Valerie Durand

How was it going? An interesting question, really. She hadn't really gotten close enough to any of the other students to figure out exactly who had Duel Spirits, but considering last night? They were probably around somewhere. Hell, why did she even tell this guy that? Now Valerie would have to actually answer his inquiry if she didn't want to look like a complete bitch. Really, she blamed it on her no-show parents being the same as ever and today just pissing her off in general.

"Could be better, could be worse. After everything that happened in the forest, I'm pretty sure some of the other students have spirit partners. That Obelisk chick you talked about almost definitely does, if she knew what was going on. Besides, after seeing all the pissed-off ones in the forest, you have no idea what a relief it is to find out that I'm definitely not crazy and I haven't been hallucinating nearly a decade's worth of conversations. Ten years of my Spirit being the only one I've seen and it's been in the back of my mind forever that maybe I made this whole thing up to begin with."

Ceruli mercifully kept silent on this matter, knowing what a sore spot it was for her. She'd never vocalized the matter to him, but he'd known.

"Anyways, enough about that. This Obelisk girl. What'd she look like? Might go track her down, have a chat."

@King Cosmos

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Nakano Nagi

Ah, shit. It was happening again. Just like it did the night she was first pulled in. Great. That meant Strange Gospel was about to grab more poor suckers. She'd have to call this in once it passed. Hopefully, they'd found more candidates by now. She wasn't exactly a recruiter herself, and her reputation did her no favors in getting people to give her the time of day. Nagi sighed as she glanced around while the endless night was still active. It was always so eerie to see herself alone in the streets-

Wait, what the fuck?

As reality asserted itself once more, Nagi peered suspiciously at the light-haired girl a few paces from her, also seeming to be on her way to the grocery store. The Yakuza princess was almost certain she'd seen her for an instant when the night passed, and now here she was, looking for all the world like something had just happened. Judging by the fact that no one else around seemed to be reacting aversely, Nagi was sure she'd finally found one. Now, who was this exactly...? Oh, right. Wasn't this the school genius? Kind of a bitch, if rumors and scuttlebutt were to be believed. Although she wasn't one to talk.

Regardless, Nagi fished her burner phone out while deliberately keeping her gaze on Gotoh Yuzu. She hit a number on speed dial and held the phone up to her ear, starting to walk towards the other girl. Once the other end picked up, Nagi began to speak even as she approached.

"Boss? Think I found one. Pretty sure she was reacting during the shift." Nagi paused, as if realizing she'd forgotten something. "By the way, there was a shift just now if you didn't notice. It's probably gonna go down tonight. Anyways, mind giving the onboarding speech? We both know I'm no good at this shit."

Nagi sidled up next to Yuzu, offering the burner phone.

"Look, I'm sure you've got questions, but save 'em for the guy on the other end. I can't be bothered with this crap. No, this ain't a cult and you're not being targeted. You just had the luck of being next to someone who knows what's going on when it happened. Now take the fucking phone."

@Pitsuji

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Necromancy? In the Cazt family's tomb? Well, at least whoever was behind this had some sort of political sense. The murmurings from the crowd aimed at the young Cazt girl certainly weren't particularly charitable. Or perhaps the perpetrator just had a sense of humor. Regardless, what Thaln's bluebloods thought of a traitor's child was of little interest to Renar. He empathized with her, of course. To be marked by the sins of one's progenitor was something he knew all too well. But she wasn't exactly of much political use to him, nor did they have any connection on a personal level. No point coming to her aid.

Nevertheless, Renar retrieved his sword and slid it back into its sheathe before he saluted Fanilly once her orders were given. A choice between going to face the necromancer or guarding the royals, eh? The highest possible payoff for him would be if he were the one to slay the necromancer. But that was far from guaranteed. Staying back as a guard would pay more consistent dividends for his reputation at court, even if it meant having to endure being in proximity to Felix for that much longer. Now, how to spin this...?

"Then I'll volunteer as one of the guards, Captain, if we can't all go. I'd hate to deprive some of our fellows of delivering justice to enemies of the crown. We'll return shortly, then." He chuckled as he fell in line with Fionn and Gerard on the way to the armory.

"Can't very well leave the princess's newly appointed favorite knight to guard her on his lonesome, now can I?" He leaned in to mutter to Fionn before observing Gerard. Wound as tightly as usual and likely overthinking the scope of his duties. Renar sighed, raising a hand to clap the former mercenary on the back. "Breathe. And try not to die. Good knights aren't disposable, and I'd hate to see who you'd be replaced by. Now let's see about borrowing some arms, yes?"

Within the armory, Renar quickly tucked on a gambeson and breastplate, as well as a pair of metal vambraces. There wasn't time for much else. As for armaments, he already had his sword and dagger. Still, there was something to be said for anti-armor. With that in mind, he tucked a flanged mace onto his belt before motioning for Fionn to follow him back to report in.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

The beast was more durable than he'd expected. Even factoring momentum into play, Dragan's strike should have done more damage to its cranium than this. Enough to disable or disorient it, at least. Or perhaps the beastman just wasn't cognizant of pain. Either way, he didn't have time to waste with this one any further. The sound of screams down the hall told him as much.

As the beastman began to claw and tear at his armor, Dragan took one hand off the haft of his hammer and gripped the creature by the throat, bodily lifting it up with one hand. A sickly green glow started to emanate from his gauntlet, and the Death Knight's necrotic magics began to slough the beast's skin off its bones, rotting its flesh away. Moments later, the process was complete, and Dragan released his new skeleton minion down to the ground, where it obediently fell in line at his side. With that done, the armored vampire turned his helmet's gaze towards the cowering humans off to the side.

"Flee upstairs! Your headman is ordering the door barricaded! Let him know of our progress, we will go to aid the rest." He commanded before tearing off at a sprint towards the other set of screams, his skeleton matching his pace.

Yu-Gi-Oh GX: Next Gen

Valerie Durand

He didn't believe her. That was fine. In his place, Valerie wouldn't have bought the story either. Outlandish claims necessitated physical proof, and without spiritual sensitivity on his end, there just wasn't much to be done. Of course, she would have liked it a lot more if Leo just gave up here and stopped asking questions, but this just wasn't her day, now was it?

"Can't speak for everyone else," Valerie shrugged, meeting Leo's gaze with a dispassionate stare. "But at least whoever you talked to has the same story as me. Yeah, I felt it. Then I saw it. Big pillar of light coming out of the woods. Normal, sane people wouldn't go towards it." She smirked ruefully at that. "But, hell, I might as well tell you. I came to this academy just to see if there were other people like me affected by Duel Monster spirits. Make sure I didn't actually hallucinate the voice in my head all these years."

A beat.

"Plus, I like card games."

@King Cosmos

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Ah. Fresh drama. Renar almost snorted in contempt as the nem's effects told one story to be reinforced by the use of actual writing. Clearly, a hapless adventurer manipulated into an idiotic, near-suicidal assassination attempt through a hostage situation. This couldn't have been the entire plot. What were this nem's employers banking on? That desperation would result in a suicide attempt? The trick with assassinations was that it was remarkably easy to kill someone if one didn't care to continue breathing afterward. A good assassin lived to tell the tale and not give away any clues afterward.

Frankly, Renar didn't care one whit for the assassin's little family drama. The girl's story seemed to move Gerard, goddesses bless him, and likely Fanilly and Fionn as well. But frankly, Renar only cared for finding who was pulling the strings. This wouldn't end until they were caught.

The Bastard of Brias's grip on the assassin stayed firm even as he glanced down at his captive.

"Names and places." He said after Gerard made his inquiry. "If you want your sister safe, we both have a vested interest in ensuring this mastermind is found and secured."

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Nakano Nagi

Finally. Class and club were over for the day. Nagi sighed in relief as she finished helping the other members of the cooking club tidy up the clubroom before taking their aprons off and starting to file out. What a pain in the ass. As much as she liked what she did here, the other members being mildly intimidated by her was really starting to get old. At this rate, she might have to see about doing another study abroad for her senior year, like she did in middle school. At least overseas, no one knew or even cared that she was a yakuza boss's kid. Of course, that depended on if her current situation changed or not.

"Fuckin' a." Nagi muttered under her breath as she strode through the hallways, pulling her phone out. Huh. No orders yet, or even a missed call. Weird. Usually, her new bosses would've had something for her by the end of the day. Within her, Belial stirred slightly as Nagi palmed the Awakening Drive she kept tucked in her uniform blazer's pocket. At this point, it was force of habit.

Still, if she wasn't needed yet, Nagi supposed she might as well go home. She still had to cook four meals' worth of food as usual: dinners and lunches for both herself and her old man. Not that they'd get to enjoy a family meal if things kept going on as they were. The government had been cracking down ever harder on the yakuza, and her dad and the rest of the clan were stretched thin trying to make ends meet under the new laws. Not that Nagi begrudged him that. She knew the score. Didn't make it suck any less, though.

"Let's see..." She murmured as she strode through the school halls toward the entrance. "What to make? Wait, did I run out of salt? Motherfucker." Guess a trip to the grocery store was in order as soon as she was free of the campus.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

Dragan said nothing in response to Giles's ultimatum, only nodding in response and proceeding downward. With the limited information available to the headman, it was only logical for him to take such an action in defense of his people, plus he didn't know that a barricaded door had very little effect in the face of vampiric strength. Dragan wouldn't begrudge him that.

As the three vampires reached the bottom of the stairs, Dragan scanned the situation in an instant. Two beasts: one feasting on a human and the other threatening more. While Dragan was curious as to why the latter seemed unwilling to cross the field, he didn't have the luxury of having the time to question such. Target prioritization came first. However reluctant the second beast was to advance on the remaining humans, that might change once they began their assault. That one would have to go first.

Blood pooled in Dragan's veins, flowing to his limbs as he raised his hammer and leapt towards the beastman snarling at the humans in a lunge. The Death Knight took the beast from the flank, aiming to smash his weapon into the side of the creature's head and smash its brains in.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Well, Renar wasn't exactly going to suggest that they torture the nem in plain view of the princesses. They had dungeons for that, after all. Still, the girl's slashed throat suggested that this path of inquiry would lead to no results. That said, if this assassin's handlers saw fit to mangle their own agent, it seemed likely enough that her loyalties to her employer and superiors would be less than sterling.

As for extracting information out of her, Renar did notice an avenue they'd not taken yet. Just as he was about to start, Felix came in from the side as if to try to seize credit after doing absolutely nothing. Oh, for the love of...

"Wait your turn, buffoon." Renar hissed near-silently into Felix's ear, out of earshot of Fanilly and the princesses, at the very least. "If you want to interfere, you can do so after we're finished here."

"One moment," He said politely to his superiors and the royals as he began to pat the nem assassin down. Hopefully he'd find something on her person that would provide a clue. A competent killer wouldn't leave anything incriminating on themselves in case of death or capture, but judging by her haphazard attempted shooting, they weren't exactly dealing with a master criminal here. Whatever he found, he'd turn over to Tyaethe first.