Psyker Landshark

Iris Ascendis

I think in the interest of speeding up the round, skip me this time. Iraleth is pretty conked out and winded.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Cid

The old priest gave an amused huff as he politely turned away as Miina began to change clothes.

"Really now," He chided in jest, setting his broom aside. "Youth these days." Cid chortled, waiting patiently for Miina to give any indication of being done before turning around.

"At least you won't catch cold now, being out of those waterlogged robes. The hat was an inspired touch, though. In any case," He glanced to the side, where Izayoi and Rudolf had entered, conversing. "It seems your companions have caught up with you. How have you all fared since leaving the temple? I admit, it was touch-and-go on my end for a moment. Ifrit remains...rather unhappy about the whole affair. I admit, neither of us anticipated that armored monstrosity to be able to give him such a sound thrashing."

"And what did cause all this wetness to begin with? Took a dip in the harbor, did we?" He gave an indulgent smile, like a teasing grandfather.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

That's a good question, ask Rodey.

Iris Ascendis

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

"A fair assumption." Renar nodded in agreement with the boy's statements, his mind already fitting the pieces in with what he knew already. With the Duke's personal statement in mind, they could rule out actively malicious outside actors, most likely. The fool asked for this out of some inane childhood dream gone unfulfilled.

Of course, Renar didn't let any of that disdain show on his face. Instead, he simply nodded. They could perhaps do something with this lead. It depended on what the resident fae expert had to say, of course.

"Much appreciated, young lord." Renar inclined his head. "This clears up some avenues of approach, then. We can safely assume that whatever perpetrator committed this act was likely invited by your father. And, as something of an assumption, likely wasn't malicious or at least didn't believe themselves to be. As I understand the matter, fae are tricky things to pin down in terms of personality. Begging your leave, I ought to relay this information to one of my compatriots far more knowledgeable in the subject."

___

One recounting to Fionn later...

"...And that's more or less the gist of it. Your thoughts on the matter? Of course, your special friend's input would be welcome as well."

@The Otter

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"...!" It was difficult to gauge whether Iraleth's growl of frustration was directed towards the Umbralist for somehow evading her wrath, or towards Chunji for his nonsensical raving. At this point, she couldn't tell, either. Both, then. Of course the Umbralist had the temerity to not die when it was killed. Blights upon the face of the earth, every last one of them.

Iraleth raised her shield and crouched behind it as the corpse exploded, the shadow spikes pinging off. Chunji faded from her mind for the moment as she considered how else to approach this. Sheer force wasn't working, even with the amount of Essence her sword had redirected. Though that had been repurposed by the Umbralist for but a moment. Light, perhaps? Though she had one good spell left in her before rebound would hit. Iraleth didn't have the stamina left to see what worked and what didn't.

"Is that supposed to deter me?" She asked in response to the Umbralist's threat, though her eyes widened as he shot a spell towards Ciara and Davil. Too fast, and she was on the wrong side of the caster...!

Thank Astra that Undermage Nicole made it in time to halt the attack. Though it galled Iraleth to be ordered to retreat. She gnashed her teeth beneath her helm for a moment, seriously considering the merits of ignoring the order. But duty won out. The undermage was a superior, and Iraleth was one spell away from becoming a liability. She would have fought to the death were it down to her alone, but now...

"...Understood." Iraleth leapt over the Umbralist, her Ethos dissipating midair before she landed with it completely faded away, still sounding none too pleased. "Conventional assault isn't working. He simply formed a new body." She did her duty, reporting all she knew as she started to fall back. Though a glance back towards the ensuing duel had her thinking. With the fading light, Iraleth could provide one advantage with what she had left. The Essence came to her, and she spoke the words:

"Illumination unending." An orb of light formed in her hand, and she hurled it up high in the cathedral where it remained, emitting radiance to combat the oncoming shadow. By the time the Umbralist realized what she did, the paladin had already retreated, emerging out into the hallway where Ciara was calling for guards. Iraleth would have said something, done something, but the accumulated strain of having her Prime Essence leeched and chasing down Ciara before fighting at full tilt finally caught up to her, and she collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath as she stuck her sword into the ground to brace herself.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Between Esben's entirely truthful chicanery, Rudolf backing him up, and Galahad's own word as a dignitary of an entirely separate nation, it was evident the guard sergeant was entirely out of his depth. To say nothing of the godsdamned minigun pointed in their direction. The Dranan guards stiffened, looking furious while also taking care to not make any threatening moves.

Meanwhile, a bead of sweat ran down their sergeant's face at all of the separate pressures coming his way right this second. He kept his spear pointed straight up towards the sky, sucking his teeth in as he tried to consider a way to finagle his men out of this situation while also still doing their jobs.

Around them, various residents and passerby of the harbor began to take notice of the standoff, murmuring and whispering among themselves as they noticed a group of guardsmen being supposedly held up by a massive gun.

"Th' hell's going on now? Bandits?"
"Dressed a bit too well for that, aren't they?"
"Who cares? I just like seeing those tin clowns sweat."

"...How about a compromise, then?" The sergeant furrowed his brow, mind going a mile a minute to try to bullshit his way out of this while saving face. "Remain within city limits for the night. We will arrange for a boat to take you upriver to Brightlam and escort you to it in the morning."

Before anyone could respond to that, Neve stepped forward, gently pushing Eliane's minigun barrels down, nodding her head in agreement.

”It was inevitable that we would have had to see the Grovemasters. This is acceptable.”

Izayoi frowned, but shifted slightly, her hand removing itself from her sword's hilt underneath her cloak.

"This is your homeland. We can hardly gainsay you on this matter. I suppose speaking to your people's leadership would be our best course of action. Miina, you've stated you were familiar with this city, can you recommend an inn-"

The samurai turned to where she presumed their red mage would be, only to find her fellow mystrel seemingly absent.

"...Did we somehow lose her in the twenty paces between here and the ship? Imir take me, 'tis like herding coeurls!" She snarled, turning to stalk into the harbor proper.

"Miina mentioned she had enemies within this city. We should search for her, but not without a central base to regroup at first. You," She jammed a finger back towards the sergeant. "Where is the nearest church?"

"Er...there's only a chapel within the harbor itself. You want a proper church, you'll have to go out of the port and into the city. Six streets down to the west, make a left, it'll be on your right."

"Understood. Find us there tomorrow morning, then."

"While you're all on that, I'll go look for supplies, kupo." Goug raised a fuzzy paw from the back, where the caravan and chocobos had finished unloading from the ship. "Any of you mind watching the birds? That, and some of you ought to be resupplying yourselves, kupo." His pom-pom twitched in Rudolf's direction.

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Elsewhere, Miina would eventually find herself ashore some distance away in the harbor, soaking wet. The streets in this area would be familiar enough. Though as she started to pass through them, a very recognizable voice would call out to her.

"That outfit...young lady!" Somehow, Cid was here. Within the walls of the harbor's sole small chapel, dusting the front steps. But here nonetheless. He blinked, seeing Miina. "I wasn't mistaken after all. But where are your companions? And you're soaking wet! This will not do. Come inside, you can dry up within the chapel. And don't look so surprised. I did say I was bound to the Mothercrystal's holy ground. That meant all of it."

@Raineh Daze

Iris Ascendis

I'll have a post up either tonight or tomorrow, depending

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

"He stopped being mission-critical the second I confirmed he was actually dealing to the imperials on the side." Was all she said to Gerard before picking the body up and sauntering over towards the RV.

Kalina watched dispassionately as Ivan's corpse burned with his RV, as per Gerard's suggestion and courtesy of a Fira spell from herself. Well. That was one annoyance in her life dealt with for good. Time to move on. She extinguished the flames with a wave of her hand once everything within had been turned to cinders and turned away, rejoining the others.

She arrived just in time to catch most of the discussion regarding the princess, and simply shrugged.

"I'm with Justice. Don't want an enemy royal on our hands for any longer than we have to. Let the spooks deal with this. None of the rest matters." Kalina gestured vaguely in Collette's direction, continuing to not treat her like a person. She still had no intention of making nice with the princess. Vangar was the enemy. Hell, the world's enemy. The number of bombed-out, conquered nations she'd traversed through her childhood made that more than evident. Better to just shatter their leadership and society and be done with it. Let them get a taste of what they'd did to every country between Vangar and Rassvet. This, of course, was something the rest of the squad knew perfectly well about Kalina, having dealt with her opinion on it enough over the years.

"Hm?" She tilted her head at Justice's last few words, mildly confused. "There's something to talk about? Think the whole thing is more or less cleaned up, boss."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Yelling at Click is easy tbh, just ask Psyker

@The Otter