Psyker Landshark

Digimon: Recompilation

Vemmon

Slowly, it began to stir. With as much corruption removed and data stabilized as possible, Vemmon was no longer in a critical state of active deterioration. Vemmon gave a shaky twitch, opening its eyes once more to regard everything around itself, taking in information like a sieve. Instinctively, it knew that the tall bipeds were Not Like the other lifeforms clustered around. With the exception of the winged one. Similar appearances but...still different?

Vemmon groaned, forcing itself up onto its feet. For whatever reason, it felt...drawn? Compelled? Towards the orange-tinted unknown.

"Diagnostic report:" It uttered, recalling that there had been a query requesting its current status.
"Repair process finished. Process not able to finalize. Approximately fifty percent of remaining data still fragmented. Status: functional."

It peered up at Siobhan once more, head tilted curiously as its tail waved lazily behind. This was the one who had spoken to it.

"Designation: Siobhan. Confirm? Query: drawn towards unknown classification Siobhan...data not found. Requesting extrapolation on biolink function. No documentation present within programming."

Something within its code suggested that this method of communication Vemmon was employing was...not right. Such that units such as itself were not supposed to talk like this.

"Current communication patterns inefficient. Engaging language learning. Unit will be recording voice samples for synthesis. Requesting continuation."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Izayoi grit her teeth as she slammed the tip of her sword into the ground, using it as a crutch to brace herself from the Quake spell destabilizing her. By the time she'd pulled herself together, Miina had already disappeared and Rudolf engaged, the latter lunging forward as swiftly as he could to strike Garland...!

...Only for the dark knight to catch Rudolf's blow on the flat of his enormous blade, the golden glow of his helmet's eyes regarding the young man for a moment before a gauntleted fist lashed out. Garland's free hand smashed into Rudolf's helm, knocking the man to the ground and leaving him concussed.

Eliane's rapid dive and gunfire were met with swift, economical motions of the immense cleaver, Garland using it as a shield against her gunfire before parrying her thrusts. The grenade was left within a gap between his pauldron and arm, and Esben's shot detonated it before the general could react, engulfing him in an explosion that revealed the entire pauldron knocked clean from his body once the smoke cleared, as well as smoking shrapnel sticking out of the side of his helmet. Garland raised his sword and started forward, only to be forced to parry a trio of Izayoi's strikes, smashing the flat of his sword into her stomach and launching her backward the way she came.

"Impressive." He allowed, taking a moment to survey his ruined armor. "I see now how you defeated my Empire's gross misuse of funds, materiel, and research, and Reisa beside." Garland paused, evaluating the Kirins once more. "...There were more of you." A casual swipe of his hand, and a storm of ice rained down upon the space between himself and the grappling Eidolons, clearly intent on catching out any of those that tried to sneak past him. Having rushed in first, Selene and Eos took the brunt of the spell, barely managing to get their casts off before the Blizzaga crashed into them, dissipating their forms for the time being. For their part, Miina and Chisato were faced with the choice between falling back or facing near-certain damage.

As this occurred, Izayoi pushed herself up to her feet, cluching where the blunt strike had impacted her gut with a glower. That exchange and Rudolf's state led her to a single conclusion, in no uncertain terms.

"Have a care!" She ground out, hunching down and preparing an iai strike. "His strength matches my-" The samurai cut herself off before she could say "master". Not anymore. Not in that abominable half-life. "-the encounter from the desert! With sanity intact and magic, to boot!" In that context, it was almost unfair how much natural talent could be placed within one mortal frame. Nevertheless, she surged forward again, yelling as she leapt into the air.

"Lightning in front of my position, now!"

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Reeva Bonner

She'd gone to take a gander at the available jobs...and started in surprise as some hooded lady with an axe just outright ripped some listings off the board for her own perusal.

"Oi! Get back here with those, I wasn't done looking!"

Reeva followed after the apparent huntswoman, groaning with exasperation as Abigail wound up...at the bar. Of course. It wasn't even noon! Nevertheless, the rogue started to peer over the other woman's shoulder as the listings were at least generously spread out across the table, even if she still thought it was a stupid idea.

"You know all this is doing is getting people to crowd your table, right? Anyways, let's see here..."

The investigations and such seemed asinine, and the gold ring was...well, she didn't particularly want to deal with spiders. That only really left goblins and the undead as viable targets. If the client wanted Irons at minimum, the little green bastards were probably well entrenched in whatever hole they fortified. Even then, that still made them more suited to her skillset than dealing with undead, considering the lack of vital organs for her to target. Reeva could deal with the latter, of course. It was just far more of a hassle.

"Right, goblins sound good to me." She nodded in response to Abigail, before starting to look around the tavern, cupping a hand in front of her mouth to project her voice. "Anyone else want to take this goblin job? Irons and up only! If you're copper, find some rats or little old ladies!"

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Weeks upon weeks of facing the worst that Valheim, the Blight, and the Eidolons could muster had forged the Kirins into a unit that an ordinary platoon of men stood little chance facing. Their collective efforts decimated the Valheimr ranks, with Izayoi scything through the last few even as their leader fell from gunshots. There wasn't any time to waste. Clearly, Valheim didn't want them near Garuda. With few words spoken afterward, the party pressed on uphill.

At the summit, they beheld a large, humanoid birdlike creature facing off against what appeared to be...Ifrit? If it were bipedal and far more humanlike, at the very least. The impersonator of the Eidolon of Fire had Garuda clenched in its hands and slammed against the ground, choking the life out of the Eidolon of Wind as aether flowed from the latter to the former. If Eve and Siren were any indications beforehand, this pseudo-Ifrit was almost certainly another one of Valheim's mad projects.

And before them stood a man, clad in dark armor, a rich purple cape, and a horned helmet terrifying to behold. A great slab of metal that served as a sword stood planted in the ground next to him as the figure turned, having seemingly been overseeing the battle. Around the edge of the hill and near the airship stood several more Valheimr soldiers, weapons lowered as they beheld the brawl between Eidolons.

"Ah, and you would be Reisa's killers." He turned in full, with little care for Garuda's anguished screams in the background behind him. "Were she my direct subordinate, I would owe you a debt of blood. But as it stands, I can be satisfied with delaying you." One hand thrust his cape out, issuing orders to his men.

"Start the airship, and secure Hellfire aboard once he's finished absorbing Garuda. The enemy won't be adding another Eidolon to the forces they can muster. I will ensure our escape personally." His other hand reached for his massive greatsword, hefting it up easily with one hand.

"Now come, Warriors of Light! I, Garland, will knock you all down!" Earthen aether formed in his free hand as he roared, and the Valheimr general slammed that palm down into the ground, sending a Quake spell cascading towards the Kirins as a group.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Renar was practically ambushed upon leaving his tent. He beheld the too-eager, Hundi, and most likely Ithillin noble with a measure of apprehension and disdain that he did his best to avoid showing on his face, instead schooling his expression into one of idle neutrality. How wonderful. Just the type of go-getter pluck he utterly disdained.

And she knew of him. Renar was aware enough of his own status to understand full well that he ought to not be that famous yet such that some foreign noble fighter knew of him on sight. So why did this Lizaela recognize him? He could think of half a dozen reasons off the top of his head, and few of them boded well, if any.

Nevertheless, there was little point speculating without a more accurate picture. Renar fixed a slightly more open expression on his face, offering a brief dip of his head.

"You're very well-informed, Lady Beaux. I am he, yes. Might I ask how you know, exactly? I'd not been aware that I was much of a recognizable figure, especially among foreign warriors."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

They were supposed to have reached Falcon's Nest by now. The operative term being supposed. Instead, they'd diverted two days' away from the city upon seeing a Valheimr airship landed near an otherwise unassuming hill. A hill that Selene and Eos had promptly informed Esben that contained a major spiritual presence: most likely another Eidolon.

Skael possessed two Eidolons to its name: the Eidolon of Ice, Saint Shiva. And of Wind, Garuda. And Saint Shiva's sacred ground was widely known to be far south of here, near Solitude. By simple deduction, only one conclusion could be reached.

They'd made double time afterwards, pushing on to the hill. The Kirins were halfway up before the sights and sounds of combat could be heard, gales of wind clashing against gouts of flame. And interspersed between were...bursts of light? Considering what had happened with Ramuh and Leviathan, was Cid already present?

There wasn't any further time to contemplate the matter, however. Two dozen Valheimr blackhelms charged down the hill, having evidently detected the party at last.

"Hold them back!" The apparent officer in command screamed, brandishing a gunblade. "We need more time until the operation is complete!"

Needing no further prompting, Izayoi hunched down for her sword, that unholy gleam returning to her eyes as it always did when faced with men of Valheim.

Lancer [Mechs, Magic, and Intrigue]

Lieutenant Aria Dvalin

Of course she knew of the Baron's most famous and defining battles. If they hadn't been covered during the academy, they were damn well the stuff of cadet legend. And - was that what he thought of her fighting style? That she was borderline suicidal? Aria blinked, though gave him a long, dry raise of an eyebrow at the mention of beauty. Because that was at all relevant.

Nevertheless, she took a moment to at least consider his words before forming an answer. If this hadn't been one of the most storied soldiers in the entire Imperium making the observation, she would have brushed it off as an insult. But it was. Aria resisted the urge to make any sort of tell, pushing her reflexive urge to bite her lip down with iron will as she stared von Zollern dead in the eyes.

"Because if I can't win the glory I need, I may as well be dead." She couldn't help but inject a bitter undertone in the words. It all came back around to the House in the end. Regardless of how she felt regarding her parents' utter incompetence, there was no choice but to press on and restore the Dvalin name. "I have younger siblings, Major. Siblings I still haven't even found in the foster system. The only way to rebuild anything left of my family is to rise as quickly as possible, as hard as possible. If I fail in that regard, there is nothing left to lose."

She hadn't meant to reveal so much, but the words hadn't quite stopped when they started coming out. But the other question was a lifeline back towards familiar territory, and Aria grasped it.

"As for the AC, I prefer to work towards my strengths. I pilot better when I'm agile. Shoring up weaknesses is all well and good, but I feel...constrained in a slower machine. There's little else more to it than that."

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Reeva Bonner

Another month, another coded report sent back to the homeland detailing how the Guild was the same as usual. Just another absurdly mundane month in the service of crown and country. Nevertheless, Reeva exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when she dropped off the letter at the Guild's mail service, turning to leave with a casual wave behind her. As far as anyone reading it without knowledge of the cipher was concerned, it was just another monthly mail sent from her to some Cousin Blake out in the hinterlands.

She returned to the reception hall, intent on going through what jobs were available. It wasn't as if her true employers gave her any sort of material support for this kind of work beyond the bare minimum. After all, money she'd gotten that wasn't Guild-sourced would look far too suspicious. Especially considering her skillset and profession. No, better to live less lavishly than she'd like instead of giving the wrong people the idea that she was stealing for herself on the side. No matter the rogueish disposition, actual thievery wasn't well tolerated among civilized peoples.

Of course, Reeva's intent to peruse the board was disrupted by a commotion. Some idiot Ingvarr had brought three fresh orc heads in a bundle with her, still dripping with blood and staining the floorboards. Even worse, it seemed some people had stepped in it already. Reeva wasn't squeamish, not after becoming a trained assassin, but there was still basic decorum in public to consider. Honestly...

And then some little girl that had somehow acquired a set of armor and a ridiculously oversized hammer started yammering on about how she wasn't a child. Right, pull the other one. The hammer was impressive, though. Really, what were they feeding noble children these days that they could go and perform such feats?

Reeva snorted as the lamia, easily recognizable on account of her race, lifted the girl up with her tail. She approached, fixing an easy smile on her face.

"Come on, it's too early for all this yelling and protesting, isn't it? The orc blood isn't helping either. Let's just all look up jobs in peace, yeah? And speaking of, anything catch someone's eye yet? Receptionists leave any easy money on the table at all?"

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

That morning, Izayoi stood in the courtyard, fixing two new materia into her kote: Cure and Magnify. Hopefully, this would allow the burden of healing to be spread out beyond only Miina. Without Neve, the white magic situation very likely wasn't changing for the foreseeable future. Adjustments had to be made.

With all of that finished, Izayoi allowed Rudolf and Esben to say their goodbyes, nodding politely in return to Lene as she made her request. The boy received a new sword from them, eh? That was something, at least. Thankfully, the girl seemed to be more than receptive to the idea of a potential match. The idea of keeping Halvor continously in the dark as to Rudolf's status continued to strike her as buffoonish, but that was something that would only backfire on the ones who perpetuated the lie.

"I will endeavour to keep both your brother and your intended safe as best I can." She responded calmly to Lene. Though after a moment, a thought came to her. "Before we leave, Lady Lene, a word in private, if you would?" She gestured over towards the edge of the courtyard, well out of hearing of the others.

Without waiting for a response, Izayoi made her way over and awaited for Lene to catch up. When she did, the older woman spoke in a low, calm tone.

"This is likely advice that could be saved for a more permanent agreement in the future, but I may not still be present to give it in that time. Such is the reality of life on the battlefield. Regardless," She continued on, fixing Lene with a stare.

"I was a high lord's retainer for a decade. Regardless of nation, I should think I've seen enough of highborn marriage to understand the realities of it. Neither of you chose this, but should the match be fulfilled, I would implore you to give the boy some grace. He is a good man, and as someone who has been wed before, I can tell that he will at least make his very best attempt to provide a good marriage from his end of things. So long as he is reciprocated in kind, of course. 'Tis all. By your leave, Lady Lene." A quick, curt bow, and Izayoi returned to the Kirins, stubbornly silent as to what she spoke to Lene with.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Oooh, this looks fascinating! Is this potentially open? And if so, am I required to have an intimate knowledge of the Final Fantasy series to fully enjoy this, or is a modest level of understanding of the franchise okay enough?

@Lord Frostecs

Not open, sorry.