Psyker Landshark

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

"It makes little difference if you stay longer, _{headaches in the morning aside}, but I would have thought most of you would rather return to your normal lives by now."

"Sun and Moon know I would." Renar groused slightly, though his head tilted with amusement in Gerard and Fionn's direction. They'd finally figured out that they could have a full-tilt match in here. He'd leave them to it, then. Were he ever so slightly more focused on the process itself rather than the results, perhaps he'd also be chomping at the bit to have another match. But as it stood, Renar only wished to be done with the whole thing.

But, if they were going to be stuck here for a while longer regardless...

"Since it seems we won't be going that route for now...give me Edwin." Renar said to Merilla, his eyes flinty. "I've some frustrations to take out on him."

"And frankly, your trust issues are rather overblown if you're still kind enough to give us any sort of choice in the matter. Were I in your position, I would have afflicted us all with an involuntary binding and washed my hands of the matter. Words are as wind, after all."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.

For what it was worth, the goon manning the gatling gun was remarkably quick to shift his aim. The corpse thrown by Rudolf and accelerated by Eve was a blur of movement in the thug's eyes, and he immediately filled it with dozens on dozens of rounds before he realized he'd been had.

"Tricky little fucks!" He bellowed down the stairs, preparing to resume his suppressive fire before he heard the sound of footsteps almost immediately upon him. "Eh?"

Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap.

Izayoi had dashed forward in the brief window of time she'd had, and was nearly upon the thug. He paled as he recognized that hateful glower, scrambling for his wakizashi.

"Th' FUCK is Ranbu no Izayoi doing here?! She's dead-"

Miina's barely-visible outline was finally noticed by him, and distracted as he was, the gunner had no recourse as he was skewered upon her basket-hilted sword. The instant he fell, choking on his own blood, Izayoi vaulted over the gun emplacement, giving Miina a brief nod.

"A fine blow. Your versatility serves you well. Now, forward!"

A floor above inside the office, the trio of former samurai hired by Mizutani to serve as her elite guard stared between each other.

"Brothers, did you hear that?"
"Finally, a worthy foe!"
"I never liked her anyway."

They drew swords, prepared to set upon the first person to enter with a storm of steel.

___

Meanwhile, in Skael...

Deputy Director Lambert sighed as she tackled the veritable mountain of paperwork on her desk. Leadership wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially after decades of service in the field. Still, someone had to do it. A particular set of reports came off the stack next, and she cracked them open, working through the cipher they were written in.

"Ah, Mathiassen." She murmured to herself, working through the report. "Linked up with...oh for the love of-" The blonde woman bit back a curse, rising to walk over towards the operations map pinned to the side of the wall in her office.

"Those little idiots." Kayliss ran a hand across her head, already feeling a migraine coming on. "Why did he go to Osprey first? We don't have the coverage abroad to double up like this."

Five minutes later, an older, eyepatched man sighed as Kayliss glared at him from across his desk, taking a puff from his cigar.

"Lambert, you were chosen as my second for a reason. You can't just go tearing across half the continent because we're short on manpower."

"Then consider me on leave, Director. I'm fairly certain I've built up enough of it over the years. Costa del Sol sounds nice this time of year." Kayliss riposted, leaving almost immediately after she said that. The aforementioned Director took a look at his cigar, sighed, and reached into his desk to pull out the vodka.

"Dhinas above, I hate Mondays."

Iris Ascendis

>Iraleth tries to get up
Undermage: "Nope, you're going to the hospital."

And thus, only 'capture' is left.

@ERode

I seriously debated just sitting the round out with Iraleth justifiably KOed or kept down

Honestly, Nanaya could still have Iraleth sedated or restrained or something and I wouldn't mind

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

“The hell is this?!”

“GRENADE! Get down!”

“M’gun feels like a sack of bricks! Th’ fuck’s going on?”

“My eyes!”

“OH GODS OH FUCK WE’RE GONNA BURN-”

Rudolf crippled the gunners, Eve slaughtered the majority of them while detonating Eliane’s grenade, and Robin mopped up those that weren’t caught in the former two’s assaults. Nonetheless, Izayoi gave an annoyed huff towards Eve in particular.

”You underestimate the flammability of Osprean structures, and we must still needs exfiltrate once we are finished here. Pray that the fire does not spread before we can make our escape.”

whirwhirwhirwhir…

The next floor up, Esben and Miina were met with yet another thug under Mizutani’s payroll, albeit with this one rolling out a Valheimr-class gatling gun from the top of the staircase leading up to where Mizutani Tane resided, and Ciradyl with her.

“Gahahaahaha! That’s right, you little bastards! Twelve barrels of HELL, coming your way!” The thug aiming the weapon cackled, opening fire. “Lady Tane will reward me over your punctured CORPSES!”

The remainder of the Kirins ascended up to the next floor at this time, and were met by the same barrage, the gatling gunner pivoting to fire at them the moment they ascended from the staircase.

”Damn that wench!” Izayoi hissed in sheer fury, forced to take cover. Even in her prime, she couldn’t have deflected so many shots at so high a speed without taking a bullet or three dozen in short order. She grit her teeth as she dove behind a pillar, the thug on his gatling gun rapidly chewing through cover with sheer volume of fire.

At this rate, it seemed the Kirins were well and truly suppressed without alternative measures. The shield mounted atop the gatling gun was adorned with magic suppression runes, likely nullifying Rudolf’s previous trick with the gunline, as well as Robin’s light sparkles. To say nothing of deflecting head-on gunfire and spellcraft. If they wanted to get past this one, more creativity would be necessary.

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

"!!!" Kalina exhaled in surprise as a quick duck took her to the ground, her reflexes being all that saved her from sudden decapitation by...ah. Target identified. Bullet sharks. Fast movement, bulletproof hides, and razor sharp claws. Terrible eyesight, but very good at sensing Mist usage.

She drew her gunblade, cartridges loaded. Beside her, Valerie and Morden were already engaging. The landshark charged. Kalina matched its head-on rush with one of her own. As she expected, it leapt off the ground in a lunge, and Kalina fell into a slide in response, her blade raised to tear through the creature's softer underbelly. The moment before her gunblade made contact, she pulled the trigger, and her sliding slash evisecerated the bullet shark as she passed underneath.

"Engaging." Kalina responded to Valerie over the telepathic comms, taking a brief note of Morden's observation. "Underbelly is vulnerable too. Gerard, is the package secure?"

The Third Class blurred in a flurry of movement, flipping atop a crashed vehicle for better line of sight. She remained crouched on its roof, trying to suss out where any more bullet sharks would be coming from.

"Use the Etherium spills to our advantage. They'll have more trouble sensing us while we're in proximity to the puddles."

[Main Story] Bleach: New Gen

Nakajima Ageha

"Guh!" Ageha let loose a pained grunt as the Hollow managed to hit her with a cross-counter the second she made impact with its mask. The punch sent her flying into a nearby shipping container, her body cratering into it.

She grit her teeth, forcing herself up to a battle stance through the pain of her now-bruised ribs. This was nothing. Pain wouldn't stop her. A quick glance at the Hollow revealed the obvious: it was dying. At the very least, her opening strike would kill it eventually. The operative question was just how much damage could it do before the mask crumbled in full.

Ageha had the option to just do nothing. Let it expire. It wasn't as if she gave a half a damn about living souls. Their time came eventually, whether it be thirty years or ninety. What was a quicker death? Jingoro had gotten himself stuck in with a pack of Hollows, and that looked to be a more pertinent situation to handle. Or at least it would have been if one of their minders hadn't decided to bail him out. Pah. She'd leave the glutton to it, then.

A Shunpo took her up into the air, atop the crane the Hollow was so desperately trying to climb before it died.

"Hagane Owaru." Ageha intoned, her left hand seemingly pulling a brace of throwing knives from Tetsu Moya's blade, the dadao splitting apart into a smaller, one-handed blade in her right. She hurled the knives in her left hand down towards the Hollow, aiming to cripple it at the shoulders before she plunged downwards once more, aiming to properly slam her sword into what remained of its mask. There would be no counterattack for it this time.

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

The full weight of having her Essence devoured came crashing down on Iraleth the moment she fell, raw adrenaline no longer fueling her. Even as a healer tended to her, she writhed in pain until her condition stabilized, having more than enough time to go over the duel through her haze of pain and exhaustion.

She'd made a mistake. Iraleth shouldn't have given Ciara the chance to be a monster. Every single parlor trick she had, until the very end, had been repelled without the Inheritor. With it, the duel would have been over in seconds. And now her Essence paid for her actions.

It wasn't as if it was the end of the world. Even in her state, Iraleth could tell that whatever Ciara had siphoned, it hadn't been much. Barely enough to dull her edge. In a close a fight as would require that last bit of raw power, she'd have to compensate with skill. Still, it was a reminder of the price of arrogance. One she'd not forget.

Her Adapa lingered in the corner of her vision, and Iraleth could see a message laid out for her.

Davil is in Iris Record, and his life is in grave danger. I have no idea where his location is, but I can confirm that he's inside the building. The Shade lurks.

From Chunji. Astra above, this was no time to rest, wasn't it? First, the obvious cry for help. They'd gone through too much on this day alone for Iraleth to just let Davil up and die like this, especially after ensuring he wasn't killed once already. And second...

"Sword." Iraleth rasped, fumbling about from where she was on the ground until her hand clasped the hilt of her trusty blade. She made an attempt to push herself to her feet, heedless of any resistance on the healer's part. If the staff weren't going to finish this, she was.

Save Davil. Kill Ciara. Save Davil. Kill Ciara.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

He let his eyes roll into the back of his head behind his mask. Like talking to a brick fucking wall. Except with utterly insane rambling in response.

"Didn't 'spank' you back then because I was backing you. Not throwing you to the wolves while we're out in the field, so a bit of courtesy would be appreciated in return-" Salvator cut his head sharply in the speaking microform's direction, already feeling the beginnings of a headache.

"Echo, not helping. Stow it. He grunted irritably before washing his hands of the conversation. "Either way, I've said my piece. Think on it, or don't." Salvator gave Alice a brief nod before starting to stalk off.

"Going to go open comms with the other squad, get a handle on them. All of you regroup when you're ready, hit the armory if you need to."

As he walked away, the veteran voidwalker opened his personal AR display on his HUD, shooting Echo a quick private message.

if we have comms open mute Kleo if you have to, DO NOT announce that you're going to or let anyone else know

Rasch

@DeadDrop @vietmyke

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

In the end, his training had amounted to dodging a single spurt of dragon's fire before trying to tear into Thrinax's wing as best he could. But they won, and he'd made a decent accounting of himself. Perhaps those two brothers weren't idiots, after all. Or at least Parvan. The jury was still out on Edwin. Renar grumbled briefly as Thrinax caught him out of his lethal fall. What was the point? From this height, it would have been but a moment of pain, followed by his return.

...Perhaps he was spending too much time in Merilla's realm, if the thought of imminent death was only met with annoyance and inconvenience now.

Unlike Gerard and Fleuri, Renar didn't quite have much of a problem with the concept of being bound under a geas. After all, he understood the value of secrecy. He lauded it, even. A geas only made sense. There was very little point in advertising what the Knight Witch could do. Plus, Renar himself wasn't exactly inclined to claim that it was Parvan the Shooting Star and Edwin the Traitor behind his sudden improvement.

From what Fionn had mentioned in his mad mountain man ramblings over the past two years, a voluntary geas meant only that the party in question was simply magically compelled to not speak of the subject. If this was the sort with a punishment clause, he'd be taking far more of an issue with the entire matter.

"I see no reason to decline." Renar folded his arms, sounding almost approving of the entire proceeding. "I've no reason to speak of the Founder Knights to begin with, and so long as this is a voluntary geas, the clauses aren't quite so arduous. Quite right of you to hedge your bets, though. I daresay I'd do the same in your place, should I know your reasons for secrecy."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Grandmaster Safina

At the very least, Duke Rhinefield was an eccentric bastard. With damned near anyone else in this nation's aristocracy, they would have at least found this damn vault by now. Safina glowered to herself as she pored over the various notes and maps the Concord had recorded ever since this job began.

"Everything alright, boss?" A short, squat orc leaned against the entrance to the meeting room, pipe in hand.

"Just wondering why I put up with this nonsense, Ognar." Safina grumbled, taking a swig of tea from the now-cold cup on the table. "It's like that smug bastard doesn't even use this estate of his."

"He's got no children, compared to his brothers, doesn't he? Makes sense. What's a bachelor going to do with all this space? Anyways, we escalating?"

"Honestly, I think we have to. Lynette's trying her damndest, but there's not much more she can do without blowing her cover. Rhinecliff won't be gone forever, and we still don't know how the little brats failed." She looked up at her old subordinate and compatriot, eyes glinting with resolve.

"Get the others. We're nabbing the head butler tonight. I'll question him before making him forget the whole damn thing with my Seed. I'll have the Odonfield cell spread out, gather information on Rhinefield's brothers. It's not impossible that they know something, and I'd rather hedge our bets."

"Aye, boss." Ognar gave a lazy, two-fingered salute before moving out to find his fellows. "Ain't ever a dull moment, working for Her, huh?"

"Funny. I thought we were hoping for a lifetime of dull moments by now."

@ERode