Psyker Landshark

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Been a minute, everything good?

Iris Ascendis

yeah Rodey DMed me over discord, just assume he has my explicit permission for any Iraleth lines he stuffs in his posts

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"You...honor me with this." Iraleth barely managed to avoid grinding her teeth in irritation. Astra above, please let this be the end of it. As it stood, not even the spectacle of the bucket boy breakdancing particularly impressed her through the annoyance she was feeling. All she had wanted was to get breakfast and leave for class, not be accosted by a mummer's spectacle!

Otis's invitation caught her attention, and she glanced over to the Strigdae with a raised eyebrow. "Especially" her? His scheming yesterday already had her on guard enough to not trust that he didn't have some sort of ulterior motive behind this. Davil's intentions in comparison were refreshingly obvious, if eyeroll-inducing. Small wonder Clara completely ignored him. Or perhaps she didn't exactly understand what a blushing teenage boy was thinking, especially without using his brain. Regardless, Clara could handle herself. Not that she would listen to Iraleth at this point, anyway.

"You realize we do have class soon, yes? I'd prefer to not be late on our first day. Or at all, preferably." She took another bite of her bread roll, chewing and swallowing while waiting for Clara to finish with Otis. Once she did, Iraleth continued. "If you insist, only if they have takeaway cups."

@ERode

Iris Ascendis

I'll have a post tomorrow, I think.

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Shinozaki Yurie

Alright, so she wasn't the only one taken completely off-guard by whatever the fuck was going on. That was somewhat comforting. Most of the people around her sounded North American based on the accent, with one other Japanese girl by the sound of it. Thank god she was bilingual.

"♫~Love is like a gummy bear, a yummy yummy gummy bear~♫"

Motherfucker who was playing that stupid Cameron Mason song-

Yurie swung her gaze around and did a double take. She was stuck in a room with Cameron Mason. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. She'd heard enough of his saccharine pop crap when he started getting big during her last year or two in America, and it'd started spreading to Japan too. Why the hell was he here?! Why couldn't it have been an EDM artist?

"Wait, is that Cameron Mason? Hot balls, it really is him!"

Even worse, she was stuck in a room with Famerons.

Screw what the angels were saying about heaven, this was hell. And speaking of, the fact that they were apparently able to manipulate binary of all things piqued Yurie's attention. The hacker part of her brain latched onto that, and she paid special attention to the fact that whatever it was doing suddenly killed the language barrier, apparently. Not that it would have mattered for most of them.

"That's like the least helpful explanation I've ever heard." Yurie nodded in agreement with the blonde girl, folding her arms under her chest as she glowered up at the apparent angels. Then something in her brain clicked as she recalled the details of the email. Dragged into what seemed to be another world. Ostensibly to save it. And they were in some kind of heaven right now.

Isekai was real. The only thing they were missing was the truck. Wow, she couldn't hate her life any more at the moment if she tried. Yurie took a deep breath. Then another. Fuck.

"Alright, skipping past the part where we all clearly deserve this for clicking on a spam email, if that's how you got everyone else," She glanced around briefly for confirmation. No point in complaining about her own actions in getting this far. Even with all her safety precautions, Yurie had sort of deserved this for even bothering to click on an obvious spam link purely for shits and giggles. She could admit that much. "Whatever you want to make us do for you, are you even going to pretend we can say no? Also, much as I don't want to know, what do you want from us?"

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

Out of the fire, back into the void-damned frying pan, it seemed. He'd definitely need to check back in with the other squad once they were done here, because their timetable had been delayed heavily by all of this. Still, at least the gunship finally wasn't a problem anymore. If they'd had to deal with the power armor, the gunship, and the vrexul platforms all at once, the Envenomed squad likely would've been mulch by now. Thank Christ-in-the-void for shoddy reinforcement speed on the enemy's part.

On instinct, Salvator dove for cover as soon as the railgun fired, having saw rounds flying his way. The moment he was safely behind a fallen tree, the voidhanger ripped a canister of biofoam from his tactical belt and tossed it underhand towards the soldier missing an arm. He had enough to spare, and it didn't hurt to keep another warm body in the fight as long as possible.

"Keep me covered!" He yelled, pointing towards the accompanying soldiers. "I've got the walker!" He slung his appropriated shotgun back onto a spare mag-clamp and drew both his knife and a frag, one in each hand. A twitch of his armor activated his active camo cloak, and he peeked up just enough behind cover to draw an accurate sight line on the automata. One blink later, he was atop its back, aiming to carve enough of a hole into where the plating was thinnest so that he could prime his frag, stick it into the gap, and blink back to cover.

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Iraleth stared blankly at...whatever this nonsense was for a second longer than was strictly necessary, resisting the urge to bury her face in one palm. Light and Astra, she was surrounded by idiots. What was this? What even was this? Surely, this was simply some utter fool her age and not an actual child accepted into an academy where entrance was predicated with a test based on violence. There was a limit to how nonsensical the last two days could be.

She nodded almost automatically to Clara's comment as the other girl sidled on up next to her. With everything that was going on, Iraleth couldn't be assed to care that they were supposed to duel at dusk. The only thing that could make this utter farce even worse was if Bronsteel decided to open his mouth right here and right now. Thankfully, he seemed to be minding his own business for the moment.

The paladin stared down at the doll and the bucket boy for another long moment, choosing her words carefully.

"I...am afraid I will have to decline. On all accounts. I serve no temporal lord, and am already an anointed knight. There is little for me to prove, and my service will not be restricted to any one mortal master outside of the church's hierarchy. Please accept my apologies." She placed one hand in front of her chest and bowed briefly, hoping that playing along with this nonsense enough would get her out of this situation sooner.

@Estylwen

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Yurie: "the only thing worse than being stuck in a room with Cameron Mason is being stuck in a room with Cameron Mason fans"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

What a fine mess this all was. The entire Edwin debacle still had Renar at least moderately put out with Merillia, but he'd be a fool to turn down training from a living legend over wounded pride. The apparent mages being literally dumped on top of them was hardly his problem: they'd either hopefully prove to be useful or be left behind. If they couldn't die in here, there was little point in covering for dead weight.

He dutifully fell in line as Fanilly gave her orders, shouldering his poleaxe. The girl could have stood to be more decisive, but even he wasn't completely unfazed by what was going on here. So the captain deserved that much of an allowance, at least. The use of Candaeln's appearance was hardly surprising. Familiar ground for both Merillia and the current Iron Rose. Cyrus the Hammer was at least somewhat more of a surprise.

Renar frowned. He'd been hoping for Edwin. Not out of some sense of justice for condemning a man for a crime where the sentence had been executed, but simply because the miserable, foolish prick, or at least his fascimile, had utterly humiliated him while having the gall to espouse utter nonsense. As a good friend, he let Fionn have his little moment of byplay with Cyrus before there was an opening in the conversation for him.

"This is all very well and good, but shall we get to the point?" Renar slammed the butt of his poleaxe into the ground. "Are you to be our first trial, or simply observing?" There was little point in being polite to a dead man. Even less so if his theory was correct and this wasn't the real Cyrus. Renar may not have known too much of magical theory, but if the Knight-Witch could actually conjure the spirits of the dead, even in dreams, Tyaethe would have far fewer emotional burdens than the ones she was ever so determined to have drag her down.

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Realized that two characters might have a tiny bit of a language barrier, so I spent the first part of the post asspulling a reason Yurie would know fluent English. She was still yelling in Japanese when she got isekaied, though.