Raineh Daze

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Zeke Malina

The redhead slipped up onto the roofs as easily as any of the rest of them, not seeming to have done much on the path this far – yet still that knife was slick with something that might have been blood at some point, and the mystral gave Rudolf an exasperated look. "Of course I know Dispel, that's too useful – but not for this."

A minute twitch to indicate the strange jester thing that he had no idea about, and was only marginally more equipped to deal with than any of the common soldiers.

"Sanctuary… if it's not been overrun and defiled by now, we'd need to take a detour south."

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

Team Farm

Fletcher's guide around the farm was terse and not altogether replete with information – some information on when this field or that field had been used, or what it was being used for (when it wasn't altogether obvious from the animals or crops present), but Pete's question about the woodland made the man pause and let out a thoughtful hum.

"Aye, my land goes around the woods – wouldn't say it's mine, you know what old woods are like," he answered, looking at the nearer copse. Small, yes, but old and heavily overgrown, nestled between the fields and left untended as a small stream dove through and out. Something that could have easily been removed for more space if needed, but as the farmer said – "Don't want to make the People angry."

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Liliane and Corinne

The first skeleton came out, drawing the eye of the two hundi least involved in the ongoing goblin slaying, and—

Liliane winced as her wife let out a piercing shriek. She'd been so glad that they had run into goblins, but now she was regretting it. Random bandits were much less likely to have a necromancer on retainer, and the moral difficulties were much less of a problem than a squishy mage freezing up and just staring at the oncoming skeletons.

"N-Ne t'approche pas de moi…"

Definitely not going to calm down and help out.

Which meant Liliane had to do her best to make it easier for everyone else. The simple way would be to trust in the others, rush through the skeletons, and find the mage. They couldn't be that far unless the goblins had some necromancer savant on hand, not with this many.

But that would mean leaving Corinne completely with comparative strangers. Surrounded by undead.

The complicated and inefficient solution it was; Liliane fell amongst the oncoming skeletons in a dizzying blur of daggers. That it was skeletons made it much more of a problem for her; these weren't weapons made for cleaving or breaking; even the comparatively fragile structure of these undead was something that she didn't want to test her blades on for too long. It just wasn't how they were meant to be used and forcing it was a bad habit.

Instead, Liliane found the joints. As easily – no, more easily – than on a living opponent, weaving through where ligaments and tendons should once have been and disrupting the magic currently binding the front wave together. Arms, legs, spines – it didn't matter, so long as they were unarmed or fell. For the moment.

After all, the pile was still shifting, each body trying to pull itself back together – it would certainly make for easier cleanup if anyone wasn't confident in smashing into the horde, but it wasn't finishing them.

@VitaVitaAR@ERode@Octo@Rune_Alchemist@Animal@Psyker Landshark@Eisenhorn@The Otter

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Royal Box

"How did you have a grudge with Lord Rozenalt?" the prince's head swivelled to his other side – and the increasingly awkward-looking vampire with Gretchen attached to her chest. He almost immediately looked away again, cheeks pinking, but it was enough for Tyaethe to force herself somewhat into the conversation… briefly.

"Sescille and I were bored and we thought fighting the Midnight Hunt sounded fun," she grumbled – same story the Iron Roses had heard, "So Cyrus came along and we tried to finish him without being dragged into faerie. We couldn't do both."

There was a moment of awkward silence, soon filled by the sound of Haizea's giggling.

"Oh, so the Bloody Lord's monstrosity in life got reflected by his form in death!" Elisandre was quick to go back to the main story – perhaps still fascinated, or maybe not wanting to think too hard about famous knights picking an absurd fight because they were bored , "And – you mean it? You'll tell everything?"

Of course, Maletha looked a bit nervous, clinging to her sister tighter at the mention of how Rozenalt had become some skeletal monstrosity…

It was probably a good thing that Tyaethe hadn't added "and his armour was full of blood".

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The vampire, for her part, seemed keen to ignore being told she should have a crush or lie, and was happy to take the interruption as an excuse to ignore it without needing to insult anyone. "You can actually hear that? You're right, I've run into some other people…"

She frowned, but then shrugged, "It's not a problem now and vampirism can't be cured, so I don't need to think of anything else. Haizea, though…"

"There's no hole!" The hundi cheerily replied.

"No, but every time you exert yourself it starts beating even more erratically."

@Octo

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Zeke Malina

"Well, we got this far, but sneaking across is out," the mage stated, as altogether obvious as it was. He was probably looking at Rudolf, but it was hard to say – after the surviving soldiers had proved capable of at least making it this far along the rooftops, the glare was gone and it was getting harder to get a read on him. That, and it was hard to tell where he was looking when his eyes seemed to always by shut.

"If it's a matter of fighting across, getting a bit scratched is fine…" That at least was more useful, "Well, as much as any scratch is. Hasn't seemed contagious~"

"But I was more interested in getting out than working out where they came from. If anyone starts dying, maybe it's best to just leave them."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Zeke Malina

"Ah, forgive me, I didn't realise any of our surviving Skaelans had any idea about the current state of the city. By all means, if you want to fully trust their memories as more than a map, be my guest," despite the airy tone, the sarcasm couldn't have been any thicker.

Zeke stretched, producing a familiar-looking knife and spinning it around his fingers, "You shouldn't compare my skills with little Miina's. We haven't met in years and I barely knew the basics myself…"

Then some of the tension was gone, that easy smile in place instead, "But lucky for you, this was too important not to pick up. Cura."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Zeke Malina

The wreckage of the crashed ship lay strewn about, and in and around it were bodies in various states of death: everything from very definitely in too many pieces to "actually, this guy might be alive if someone can do something". A certain red-headed mystral was not among those, instead perched – seemingly not much worse for wear than after his initial flight – on one of the slightly more intact pieces of wood.

It seemed his sister shared more than just general looks; the body language being every bit more feline than their warrior cousin. Ears flat, tail tight, and concerningly tense and low.

"Well, you wanted to look at Solitude, now you can do all the looking you want, and you even brought back a tour guide," he spoke up once it was clear that there were other survivors – namely, the Kirins, "I would show you the way out, but Valheim's going to have closed that exit, and I don't think all of you could cross the rooftops so easily. We need to get going somewhere fast, all this meat is going to get swarmed…"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Royal Box

There was a tangible pause, a moment of calm where both Maletha and Enrich got an identical look of dread. Then it broke, Elisandre practically vanishing from her seat and letting out an alarmingly high-pitched noise as she closed the gap to Gertrude. "It was the Bloody Lord Rozenalt, truly? Oh, I knew that all the stories were grounded in fact but—"

"Was he like the stories? Red haired and in red clothes? Oh but he couldn't have been wearing clothes, not as a leader of the Midnight Hunt, so red armour instead? Did he say anything? It would have been such an opportunity – ah, please, you have to tell me everything!"

The eldest princess was practically vibrating in place, her interest in their foe almost palpable even as her eyes kept drifting over to the beleaguered vampire across the seating, eager to interrogate her for everything.

"I could scarce believe the original knights would find themselves in a battle against the Midnight Hunt," Enrich managed to find his voice, drawing them up haughtily, "To get caught by them would be utterly foolish. How could the order possibly have a score to settle?"

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"Propriety?" the vampire hissed, face red. Maybe from the other sister, but they were in the presence of royalty and one of the local religious heads, it should have been – not that Haizea seemed to care, just humming happily and nodding before looking out of the box at where preparations seemed nearly complete, "And no, I don't fancy anyone here! It's just always like that!"

Sure enough, listening to it more didn't help make it any less odd. There was definitely consistency, insofar as the beats themselves seemed to be a rather persistent lub-dub-dub, albeit rapid, more often than not… and, well, incapable of regularity in the normal sense. But, just on the edge of hearing – and maybe slightly more apparent with how insistently it still beat as a condition of vampirism – there was a near endless hiss.

@Octo

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Asteriel von Einzbern

Free hand playing with her hair, Asteriel scowled. It was such a blatantly obvious fish for information, and it was just delaying the inevitable. What did it matter? They were all going to fight eventually, and this waiting – well, maybe she could give the other Master some encouragement.

"If you want answers, get over here. I refuse to talk with a corpse," Asteriel stated, still out of sight and running her hand through her hair once more – coming free with a single, glistening silver strand. One that resolved itself into a dagger-shaped projection and then—

Well, if they got anything from that before the construct's head was taken out, it would just be a gleam of silver.

@Fish of Oblivion@VitaVitaAR

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

"… Her," Miina hissed. Oh, this made things much simpler – it was good that the others were on board with working with Galahad, because she'd be quite happy to do it of her own accord just to get back at Loki. Quite aside from how the woman should be dead as far as she was concerned – Miina still wasn't sure how she had reacted in time to avoid getting frozen on their first meeting – and then shooting Elly, she was responsible for that Behemoth. Well, and Miina having to spend all her attention on medical attention because of the shooting.

It was convenient to have someone more to blame for her situation than Galahad.

… though she wasn't a mage as far as anyone knew, and being a necromancer was even more obscure, so could she really be responsible for all this? Hopefully not, it would be unfortunate for the person she wanted dead immediately to also be the one with the obscure magic that she wanted to take a look at.

Though this definitely fell under the umbrella of things she wasn't supposed to actually use. Like combat magic back when she was with the rest of the tribe and not hunting.

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

Team Farm

"Right," Fletcher shook his head, "Just… don't start a fight over my sheep. Please."

With that, the man was happy to leave them 'til the morning – and through the long, boring hours of watching sheep doing nothing except, eventually, sleeping. Whatever the curse was didn't seem to be doing anything through the overnight watch… save for the slowly-worsening condition of the already-sickened sheep.

Fortunately, the study of the curse wasn't entirely fruitless: although the curse being on the livestock directly had already been ruled out, it did serve to confirm that the curse was anchored to the land somewhere.

On the other hand, it was a farm. There was quite a lot of that.

"Well, do you want to see the pastures?"