Psyker Landshark

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Renar filtered the inane commentary about pillows out immediately, his mind focusing on what was important now that a potential solution to his plans was in sight. Lilia's answer was surprising, in more ways than one. For one, it seemed that directly asking the Gentle Blade for her aid was doomed to fail, if she'd sworn to set down the blade aside from training her own blood. That said, if Lilia herself had been trained by the aforementioned, well...the equivalent of a teenager in elf years was probably easier to convince for training than a centuries-old master who'd evidently embraced pacifism.

"Oh? You were trained by her?" Renar deliberately raised an eyebrow. "Considering that it seems the Knight-Captain is still busy, I don't suppose you'd be willing to show some of your skill out on the training field? It would be something to pass the time, at least. If your mother is the only one who's ever instructed you, this could be a good chance to see how you compared to her old order." She'd compare very well, he suspected. Between an elf's lifespan allowing for decades upon decades of training, and with a legendary knight as the trainer, Renar would be far more shocked if she wasn't able to defeat any of the three knights present currently.

@Raineh Daze @The Otter @HereComesTheSnow

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

He hadn't taken the gunner automata down in one move. Unsurprising, but annoying nonetheless. Now he'd have to keep engaged in close combat with the robotic soldier. If this were an organic, the situation would be far different. Pain would have slowed it, if not crippled the gunner completely. Too bad that automata just powered through injuries until they were rendered nonfunctional. At least he'd gotten a camera lens. That'd impair it enough for him to have an actual advantage going forward.

Salvator wasn't quite stupid enough to try to block the gunner automata's retaliatory strike. Instead, he narrowly stepped to the side, channeling ethereal power through his hands down to his weapons as he did so. His magnum's magazine became jacketed in void energy, as did the blade of his monofilament knife. Not a proper substitute for EMP ammo against automata, but there wasn't enough time to swap out. He led with the knife first, manuevering to the side of the gunner with the ruptured camera for maximum advantage. Salvator thrust with it straight into the gunner's shoulder joint, aiming to pin the arm in place while he finished it off. His left hand brought up his magnum, and jammed it into the cavity he'd already made with his knife before pulling the trigger. Several rounds of AP-EX with ethereal jacketing ripped through the gunner automata, rendering it nonfunctional as it collapsed to the ground.

With that done, Salvator instinctively crouched down as his armor's ECM suite began going wild, an alert popping up in his HUD. A quick visual scan of the battlefield revealed why: CivSec reinforcements. Fortunately, it seemed his countermeasures were holding up for the moment, as they didn't seem to have detected him. The voidhanger grinned under his faceplate. Good. Ethereal radiation washed over himself with a wave of a hand, the stealth field hiding him from visual detection. He holstered his weapons and swapped back to his carbine, ghosting out of the house.

"Squad, Rasch." He rasped over comms, his mask automatically muffling his sound to his immediate physical vicinity. "Moving to flank reinforcements, will tag any marked over the uplink, over." Time to start hunting the hunters.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

She'd leapt off her chocobo the moment she knew there were Blightbeasts, having always been more comfortable fighting on foot than birdback. Izayoi snarled in frustration as a pair manuevered past her and aimed for Neve first, knocking the healer to the ground. Before the samurai could intercept, another two leapt for her, and Izayoi was forced to draw her blade, warding the Blightbeasts' attacks off. Both her sword and her gauntlets served on the defense, warding away fang and claw until there was space to dodge. She ducked and weaved through their frenzied strikes until an opening allowed her to knock one back with a roundhouse kick, stunning it for long enough to focus on the other. Izayoi bent low and dashed forward, moving up to flip the second Blightbeast over her shoulder in a jujutsu throw before her blade pierced its throat.

Free to focus on only a single beast, Izayoi launched a pair of slashes, carving into its chest and spilling ichor across the grass. With the immediate distraction out of the way, she chanced a look back to where Neve had been assaulted, only to find Galahad in the process of saving her, leaping back to the middle of the formation with the mage in tow. With that worry assusaged for the moment, Izayoi sheathed her sword and charged forward, preparing an iai strike.

The dragoon proved his worth again, lightning marking the oncoming rush of beasts. Arton's cry barely registered in her mind, with an aside glance showing him about to be beset by five at once. She'd have to even the odds somewhat. Izayoi dashed right past Arton, lunging into the grass with abandon now that she knew where the Blightbeasts were approaching from. The speed of her iaijutsu took the first one by surprise, allowing her to outright decapitate it. The one immediately following it took poorly to the death of its packmate, and leapt at Izayoi, forcing her to raise her blade to defend even as it pressed down on her. She hissed in irritation as the remaining three Blightbeasts dashed past her, still focused on Arton's taunt.

Fortunately, rabid animals didn't quite understand proper footwork, allowing Izayoi to hook her foot under its left leg and take it down. Her sword cut deeply into the Blightbeast's head on the way down, and it was dead the moment it hit the ground.

"Tch. Enough of this." She murmured, her demeanor distinctly less aggressive than it had been when she'd faced soldiers of Valheim. Izayoi drew her sword back with both hands, the materia embedded in her gauntlet glowing. She spun out, channeling the materia as she did so, and blades of wind rotated outward, cleaving through the grass surrounding the party and the wagon to more clearly reveal the Blightbeasts surrounding them, as well as cut into the few that were leading the large.

"The enemy is fully visible. Fight onward!" Izayoi called out to the remainder of the party before doing so herself, taking up her blade and dashing into the fray.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

Load. Sight. Fire. Load. Sight. Fire. As Velvetica led the charge to launch the counter-ambush, Kayliss hung back with the archers and other support troops, plinking away with her crossbow. Lirrah's sling-flung fire flasks were actually of great help in this situation, marking cultists by the light of the flames for her to pick out and shoot. The fire would play hell with her night vision, but that was a lesser price to pay when surrounded by allies.

She still wasn't quite used to this, even after several months. The chaos of pitched battle was something to have been avoided at all times up until nearly a year prior, to say nothing of having to function within a small army rather than a handpicked team. At least the next phase of the plan would be far more familiar ground for her. And speaking of...

"Cover me." Kayliss murmured to the nearest person familiar to her, slinging her crossbow over her shoulder and reaching for her blades. "I still have to prepare for my part of the next phase." With that said, she crept into the fray, staying at the edges of the melee. It took a few moments, but she managed to isolate a suitable cultist in hooded robes around her size, and she got them into a blood choke, dragging them off into a nearby shrub.

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Theodoric Branden Marlon

As he'd thought. Poor Roland. Theodoric had known him for long enough to understand just how much of his life was dedicated to House Grimdall's service. Plenty of bannermen served in that role for any great house, of course. Doric was acquainted with more than enough such knights. But most bannermen didn't serve to this extent. He resisted the urge to sigh. Roland deserved to, at the very least, be his own man. Doric made a mental note to himself to speak to Sherry on his behalf at some point, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The rest of the tour passed by uneventfully. By the time the Foxes arrived at the dormitories, Doric wasn't quite ready to go to bed, but a rest certainly wouldn't go amiss. Though he still had to unpack his things. Best to get that done with sooner rather than later. No point putting it off. He'd reward himself with some rest after he was good and settled in. But then another one of Sherry's screeches brought him out of his musings.

Cohabitation...? Well, this was new. Neither his father nor his sister had ever mentioned something like this. It must have been a policy that the Officers' Academy only implemented in recent years. Being a duke's son, Theodoric had never quite had to share living space with someone before, and the thought was...well, he wasn't quite sure what to think of it yet. Nor of his roommate. They'd only just met, after all. Godson seemed a personable sort, but that was only a first impression. Who knew how long it would last?

"Well. Shall we, then?" Doric nodded to Andrion before checking for the room number they had been assigned to. "I've never had to share sleeping quarters before, so apologies in advance if I offend in some way."

@ERode

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

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Ranbu no Izayoi

Neve cast her gaze around the group once more, making sure that everyone was safe and comfortable as they coursed through the long grass. The sight of them conversing, such as Izayoi, Eliane, and Galahad did, was sufficient to bring a light smile across her lips. However, even that faded away when the swordswoman’s chocobo leaned a little too close in her direction. Before she knew it, she rode alongside her, and the sheer thought of such a fact made her bristle. It wasn’t that she disliked her– in fact, it was the complete opposite. Izayoi was a strong woman. Then why did she feel so uncomfortable around her?

It took a moment for her to realize she was staring. Neve ducked her head and gave her an embarrassed, slightly terrified upwards pull of her lips. ”It’s… a pleasure to have you along, Lady Izayoi.”

Izayoi had been wondering when the girl would stop staring and start speaking. If the healer had been any more terrified of her, she would have smelled it. But Neve’s words brought a sardonic quirk to her lips.

”Is it? I wonder.” She replied, looking the Dranan woman over. Evidently, the girl hadn’t bothered to heed her advice overmuch regarding how much she exerted herself the previous night. Would that it would surprise her.

”There’s no need to lie to me, girl. If my presence disquiets you, say so. I will fall back.”

”No, no! It’s fine.” Neve shook her head rapidly. If there was anything she couldn’t afford, it was to upset someone in the party, especially someone as infamous as the mystrel. She had only heard rumors of her ferocious acts, but she knew that it wouldn’t be smart of her to cross her. Neve blinked, then nodded again. ”I don’t mean to anger you. I’m just… not used to traveling alongside someone with so much prestige.”

”I am not angered.” Izayoi said as calmly as she could, resisting the urge to sigh. The Mother take her, it had been years. How had the realm not forgotten her by now? ”The tales only speak of what I do to my enemies. I give you my word that so long as we share the same foe, I will not intentionally bring harm to you. Verbal slights mean little to me, regardless.” A pause as something occurred to her. ”You know my name, but I believe you have never so much as even mentioned yours.”

Her words brought her some comfort, though Neve still felt her shoulders tense when she spoke again. Had she not introduced herself? It wouldn’t surprise her; the previous night had been hectic and she still felt the fog weigh heavily on her exhausted mind. A light blush crossed her cheeks and she dipped her head in respect.

”Neve Shadesbough, though you can just call me Neve,” she said, ”I was raised in Cascona Landing.”

”Hn.” Izayoi simply nodded in response, pretending like she had any idea where that was. Not that she could reciprocate. Even had she remembered where exactly she was born, that hadn’t mattered to her in decades. Until she’d fallen into Kaien’s service, the road had been her home more often than not, throughout all of Osprey. Though there was one thing she could offer in response.

”I do not recall the place of my birth, but my home for the last few years had been the village of Atsu. It is- was on the way down from the mountain pass we will use to cross into Osprey.”

Neve wasn’t sure if what Izayoi said was a good thing. Uncertain, she bit her lip and bunched her hand around the hem of her robes as she pondered what to say without toeing a line. ”I heard Osprey is pretty,” she began with a beaming smile as she continued nervously. ”It’s much warmer than other places on the continent. I can’t wait to see it. I haven’t left Drana Asneau much, and I don’t think that I’ve even gone further than Balmung or the Chocobo Forest…”

”I have never been to your lands, but from what I have heard, it will be something of an adjustment.” Izayoi didn’t visibly express any emotion, but at least didn’t seem disapproving. ”Osprey is beautiful in its own way, even once you head north of the plains. Or was, rather. The occupation has not been kind to the land.” An understatement, if anything. Though best not to dwell on it too long before making the girl uncomfortable.

”And what of you? I have never heard of this Cascona Landing before. What sort of settlement is it?”

That was right; Osprey was occupied. Her temporary excitement dwindled as she turned to face the path again. Dread pricked the corners of her mind. What would they find there? Neve hoped that there were healers there, or at least people who knew how to tend to the fragile and ill. Then again, she hadn’t seen enough of Valheim’s presence to deduce that for herself. She blinked at Izayoi’s next question. ”It’s a fishing village not far from Costa del Sol, a large river cuts right through the middle of it.” Her voice became slightly lighter as she thought back to the time before the forests began to whisper to her. ”My father is a popular fisherman there. He taught me how to fish too, and did the same with my siblings.”

”Oh?” Izayoi’s ears and tail perked up slightly. ”You fish? I do as well. My teacher cared little for food in my youth, and it fell to myself to supplement our diets beyond the basics. That, and my husband was always fond of whenever I caught dinner from the mountain stream.” A slight upturn of her mouth, for just a moment. As pleasant as the thought was, it was still marred by the thought of the loss of both of them. Her own negligence, as always.

It surprised her to see that Izayoi took such an interest in fishing. It surprised her even more to see that they actually had something in common. Neve didn’t expect a genuine smile to cross her lips as she spoke. ”Maybe… we could fish together one day?” she asked hesitantly. ”You can show me your technique, if you would like.”

”If the opportunity arises. I’ll not begrudge more helpers trying to catch our dinner. Trail rations grow tiresome as a meal quickly.” Izayoi simply shrugged in response to Neve. ”Though I’m afraid I have little in the way of technique to speak of. Only cobbling together what has worked since I was a child.” An understatement, if there ever was one. Before she’d worked out how to use a rod and line, a sharp stick and and good timing had sufficed in shallow waters.

”Chin up.” She practically ordered. ”Nervousness and fidgeting ill become you. There is little reason to fear speaking with those you’ll be traveling with for the foreseeable future. I doubt this will be a short campaign.”

Neve brightened up at Izayoi’s agreement, no matter how confused she was. Izayoi, fishing with her? It was hard to imagine, but at the same time it was quite nerve-wracking. She wondered what kind of fisherwoman she was… though it wouldn’t be surprising if she was the intense type that people in Cascona Landing weren’t accustomed to.

She flinched a little at her suggestion. Fear? She didn’t fear anyone in their group. They were good people. It was just that some of them were… a bit too intense for her, Izayoi being an example. Oh well, she might as well become used to it. What she said was right– they were on a journey and who knew how long that was going to take. ”Okay,” Neve bobbed her head slightly, though she avoided the mystrel’s sharp gaze. ”I’ll try to do as you say.”

”Do not do it because I demanded so, do it for your own well-being.” Izayoi huffed as Neve refused to meet her gaze, but let it go as they continued to ride on in silence.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Renar simply smiled and nodded, letting Lilia off easy. The elf was probably an adolescent. She acted like one, at least. Despite her probably being older than him, that said little when it came to the rate of mental development between humans and elves, apparently. It wasn't exactly a subject Renar was well-versed in, and he certainly wasn't going to be graceless enough to ask. But she did confirm what he'd thought. This was the Gentle Blade's daughter. And he was just discussing the Gentle Blade with Gerard.

Sometimes, the goddesses saw fit to throw a bone his way for once. Now, how to approach this? Being too direct would likely cause her to retreat, and too much subtlety might fly over her head. Best to just feel the situation out for the moment. Try to see how she would respond.

"Of course. Would you care for us to escort you while you're here, then? Candaeln is rather imposing on a first visit, and there have been cases of newcomers getting rather lost. It certainly happened to me for the first few days." He gave a self-depreciating chuckle. "Also, I'm sure you must be asked this frequently, so feel free to tell me to not speak further of this topic, but what is it like being the child of such a famous personage?"

@Raineh Daze @The Otter @HereComesTheSnow

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Shinozaki Yurie

How annoying. School was as painfully dull as usual, and to top it all off, Yurie realized she'd forgotten to bring lunch today. Great. Now she'd have to go pick up some bread from the school store. Hopefully they had curry buns in stock today. They certainly weren't good, per se, but those were still the most flavorful option available despite their lack of any actual heat. Curry, her ass.

When the lunch bell rang, Yurie stopped pretending to listen to their teacher, flicked her AR display off in her contacts with a tap of her gloves, and stood to start making her way down towards the school store. Of course, she was cut off as the class douchebag, Oda, practically flew out the door. She'd never had a problem with him, he'd never fucked with her, but it seemed half the school did. Something about fights. Whatever. He wasn't her issue until if he decided to make himself one. Not worth thinking about unless that happened.

Hands in her blazer pockets, Yurie leisurely strolled down towards the first floor, waiting patiently in line at the school store. Looked like she was in luck. Judging by the orders up ahead of her, they were carrying curry buns today. After a few minutes, there was only one person ahead of her in line. He bought three curry buns, and walked off. She would have thought nothing of it, but then a glance at what was in stock told her otherwise. That son of a bitch bought the last three curry buns.

"Oh, you can't be serious...fine, whatever." Yurie muttered in disgust under her breath before she bought a melon bread instead, one gloved hand tapping away inside her jacket pocket as her AR display lit up again. She'd set up a backdoor into the school's ID system some time ago, and one query later gave her the name of the little shit that bought up the curry bread. Utakata Haruto. She wasn't going to do anything with the information yet, but it'd be nice to know in case that guy ever wronged her in a more serious manner in the future.

Fortunately, it seemed karma decided to intervene in her favor. As Yurie started to walk back towards the classroom, she caught sight of Utakata...getting all three of his curry breads snatched out of his hands by Oda. Nice. She snickered slightly in the poor, poor victim's direction before following after Oda at a more sedate pace.

She returned to 3-C just a few moments after Junichiro did, unwrapping her melon bread as she stepped inside. Now, where was he...ah. Talking with Hayakawa. Right, they were friends, weren't they? Or acquaintances, at least.

"Nice work, Oda-kun." Yurie interjected in their conversation, sitting down on a desk next to Kimiko's and crossing her legs. Whoever had the seat wasn't here right now, so it wasn't her problem. "I was gonna buy just a single one of those curry buns, but that guy you ripped them off from took the last three. What a jerk, am I right? Thanks for giving him what was coming to him." She took a bite of melon bread more forcefully than she'd intended to, still rather ticked that she was eating this instead of what Junichiro and Kimiko were holding.

@Ambra @vietmyke

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

From the moment he felt the ethereal pulse, Salvator knew they were made. His camo cloak activated as he crouched down and started to sweep the area, looking for where the enemy would be coming from. He heard them first.

"Contact!" Salvator bellowed over comms just before the squad started to take fire. Fortunately, his camo cloak gave him enough leeway to get to cover, and he ducked behind a different house wall before starting to return fire. However, there weren't many rounds exchanged before another pulse of ethereal energy washed over the group, and Salvator instinctively looked up to see the source.

Fuck. Whoever the enemy etherealist was, they were a direct assault type.

"Incoming blast! Find heavy cover, now!" Salvator informed the group again, already formulating a tactic as he noted the heavy gunner from the northwest house pausing for just a moment. "Squad, I'll deal with the heavy gunner, get him off your back to take out the rest of them." He murmured, slinging his carbine up over his back as he swapped out for pistol and knife instead while making sure the Echo microplatform on his back was secure.

Seconds before the ethereal artillery blast landed, Salvator made his move. He surged out from behind the house wall and went straight into a blink jump, tunneling through the open window of the northwest house that had been blown open and right next to the heavy gunner. The instant Salvator emerged from his jump, he lashed out from the soldier's flank, getting a pair of shots off aimed at the head head before lunging with his monofilament knife towards the chest. In these close quarters, Rasch had the advantage, especially considering the length of the gunner's unwieldy weapon.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Shinozaki Yurie

NAME:
Shinozaki Yurie

AGE:
17

GENDER:
Female

ARCANA:
Devil

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Stands at about 5’6”. Lithe build, moderate to large bust. Her hair is naturally black, but has been dyed pink for a few years now. Typically wears flashier fashions. Carries augmented reality contacts, a microcomputer, and haptic gloves so that she's constantly online with all the computing power that she would have at home.

PERSONALITY:
Smart-mouthed, impulsive, and petty, but nonetheless laser-focused and determined when she sets her mind to something. She has an endless capacity for holding grudges, and never lets anything go once something’s set her off. However, treat Yurie well, and she’ll gladly return the favor several times over. She has something of an ego about her skills, and despises being disparaged or looked down upon to the point where she doxed another hacker and got him arrested over an internet argument once.

Yurie’s not that well known at Izumi, despite her looks and fashion sense, but that’s mostly because of her complete disinterest in school. Her grades are just good enough to slide by without notice. However, students who get on her bad side have a tendency of having embarrassing texts and videos leaked onto social media without a clue as to who was behind it.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
From a young age, Yurie was practically raised by the internet. Her parents were both busy professionals, more dedicated to advancing their careers than making sure their child was particularly well cared for outside of monetary needs. As a result, she took to being online for most of her entertainment and social interaction.

It was about the time she started middle school that Yurie inadvertently stumbled her way into becoming a hacker. An interest in programming had her speaking to an online friend of an online friend for tips. Upon seeing her skill, the mutual acquaintance, thinking the newbie he was talking to was older than she actually was, introduced her to his hacker group. Things progressed rapidly from there, with Yurie picking up the ins and outs of hacking in the modern age and becoming a full-fledged hacker by the time she entered high school. Her membership in the team didn’t last long after, however, as an argument between herself and a few others resulted in her leaving and bringing the entire group down out of spite.

Through the next few years of high school, Yurie has mostly lived alone in an apartment paid for by her parents, as Izumi was half a city away from her home. However, she’s been more focused on her side gig as a freelance hacker and programmer than bothering too much with school. She has few friends at Izumi, most being closer to casual acquaintances than anything else. It doesn't help that if one dig deeps enough, they realize that anyone at school who gets on her bad side meets with a bad case of doxing on social media not long after, but the few who have connected the dots tend to be under the assumption she's paying someone to do it for her.

TRIVIA:

• Is a proud member of the go home club.
• Obsessed with spicy food.
• Very good at VRFPSes, and can handily be described as a "shotgun ape" for her preferred method of play. Prefers sci-fi and cyberpunk shooters over anything else.

OTHER:
Voice claim: Brittany Lauda
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