Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I also have someone to spare for hanging around Candaeln.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The arrow, quite surprisingly, actually penetrated the thick armour. However, it still did its job well enough: the person beneath wasn't actually scratched by the projectile and it served as little more than an annoying thud. A wholly unnecessary one, as by the time it had been fired any danger had already passed and the girl was perfectly safe--enough that she was more carefully lowered to the ground rather than being dropped onto her broken leg.

It freed her hand up to rip the arrow pressing against the padding inside quite easily.

"Umbra, just because I have tolerated your attitude for nearing one hundred years, it does not mean that I will hesitate to defend myself if you attack me again. You are here to learn that actions have consequences and that extends to attacking compatriots in the belief it won't matter." she said, voice too level. Tyaethe dropped the arrow.

The scrying attracted her attention--who could miss that? It wasn't a perfect image, nor anywhere near as clear as she was used to (those had the advantage of using some clear medium as a portal to view through) but it was recognisable. Of course a paladin knew of the shrine and, furthermore, its location.

"Those shrines are further down this road."

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"Could you draw a picture of some sort? Did he have any distinguishing features?" the apprentice asked, wanting to do a thorough job... even though she wasn't sure that recovering a piece of stolen property and identifying the real hand behind the thefts extended to 'hunt down the mastermind and exact the appropriate punishment'. Unless they'd already gone ahead and delivered the vase. That would make retrieving it considerably more awkward... a mage and a mage-in-training trying to recover a magic-draining urn from somebody that had an active interest in it?

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

Mori Nana

The bear's rise was accompanied by the few police present in the festival trying to do their best to keep order and help people get away. Except for one. Someone had to try and take down the threat. Leaving it to the general public, and children at that, would be a moral failure. Out of all the police, it was the smallest member of the force that elected to try and take out the grossly swollen prize.

With an enemy of such size, it didn't really matter where Nana started from. Gather magic, focus it on the legs. Don't bind it so tightly as to leave the rest defenceless but use as much as possible to push far past human limits. A deep breath, focus on the landing point... and jump.

It was a majestic bound, taking it high above even the mutated toy's height. The reason for this soon became apparent: with an extra magical 'push', the small figure came plummeting down with leg extended. The resultant kick hit with enough force to knock the bear back and then--

Nothing. Aside from having sunk awkwardly far into its head, Nana's attack hadn't so much as scratched it. Hastily, the police officer pushed off of the thing, jumping back to a safe distance and landing beside the Youth Organisation member already at the scene. One that, a bit annoyingly, was taller than the white-haired detective. Though she was beginning to suspect that such a description applied to the entire organisation aside from her even-smaller cousin.

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Mori Hoshiko

Hoshiko had just stepped forwards to take up August's offer when something caught her attention--leaving the tiny girl apparently staring straight at the nearby wall. In reality, it was more like she was seeing through the wall: the greater whatever magic was going on in an area, the more likely that her vision would notice it regardless of what the laws of physics might have to say about the matter. In this case, that meant that she may as well have been in a field for all that the wall obscured the giant bear from her.

"There's... a giant teddy bear attacking the festival?"

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That was just a for fun comment, hehehe. :p

Also, I know that everyone wants to stay away from Assassin Simo Hayha, probably the most hyped up modern candidate to Servant that there's.

@KoL

Assassin? Archer. :P

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Everyone's in Babylon.

Sir Lancelot

It seemed that a proper description of the Grail War would have to be postponed until they had dealt with whatever forces were encroaching upon this city. A defence that would have to take full advantage of the Servants assembled to assist those already here, though it seemed unlikely that the King of Heroes could actually need the assistance. Yet denying an obvious command to follow someone so dangerous when he was already angry was hardly a good proposition--and Lancelot, as loyal as he was, followed Saber immediately.

Though his small Master might object both to being ignored and being picked up once again like a sack of potatoes as they made their way to the city's northern wall.

The opposition was quite alarming. With the numbers on display, it seemed quite fortuitous that there were only assaults coming from two directions or a signal that someone should be prepared to disengage at any moment to reinforce the other cardinal directions. It was also a force that his current weapon would do little to stem or prevent in the short term. Wasn't it fortunate, then, that the original of almost every Noble Phantasm belonged to the man rallying the troops down below?

Yumi got deposited behind Gilgamesh--where else would be safer? Hopefully his Master would pick up on that and not risk putting herself further in harm's way. An entire army of skeletons was nothing within the abilities of a normal magus to take on, the sheer level of magecraft required to affect a sea of enemies that stretched to the horizon was simple infeasible. Before the small girl had chance to muster a complaint, Lancelot had already leapt off of the city's defences and rushed past the army towards the waiting mass.

It was on the cusp of engaging that the hastily borrowed spear was discarded, being thrown through one of the many, many skulls on display--and through the next behind. Its replacement had to be hastily dodged, a golden sword that was seized as soon as it began to penetrate through one of the foes.

Having to deal with potential friendly (or not so friendly, depending on the King of Heroes' attitude to seizing his weapons to defend Uruk) fire whilst trying to not get swamped would only make this harder but it had to be done. Cutting down the skeletons one at a time just couldn't get things done no matter how easy it became; the tide would rush past and get to the walls. His liege's sword was an obvious counter to such a tide but the army was still too great for a single blow.

One of the weapons raining constantly would have to be of use in thinning the numbers. Yet not this blade, even as it so easily cut through bone. The knight spun, throwing it with enough spin to actually cut through another foe rather than bounce off. The axe seized as replacement was no better in its innate properties... yet at least it cleaved through impressively well.

From the wall, it must seem an odd sight: a figure fighting increasingly deep into the mass, discarding every weapon after a few strikes and using the distraction of his cape as much as the weapons themselves for defence.

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Svetleaze von Einzbern

With two of their number already going off to support the King of Heroes--including her family's own Servant for the previous Grail War--it seemed that the green-haired... person was going to be more in need of support. With the strongest Saber-class Servant, the King of Heroes, and a figure nearly as renowned as King Arthur, there was more than enough already present to defend the Northern wall.

Going the other way would mean less shiny things to distract Kintoki, as well. The last thing that she desired in a battle was for her Servant to be distracted and get taken out by something that shouldn't stand a chance against any Servant. The instruction was simple: "The north wall is already more than adequately defended, we will be heading west."

Of course, the situation to the west was quite chaotic--but the size of the opponents was in their favour. Against big and slow opponents, if there was some need for the Masters to take part in the fighting, her particular approach to combat was useful. Her weapon was especially good against targets that relied on their own innate toughness to survive attacks. It was likely that her Servant was similarly benefited by this choice.

"Now, Berserker, show me what you can do."

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Honoria Sigurddottir

Honoria's opinion on where to go could be easily summed up: anywhere that wasn't staying still. She knew how to fight, sure, but deal with armies? Defend a city? These were things that you used generals for and a medieval king was one by definition. She was happy to leave it to the Sabers to pick a goal and just follow along behind--at a reasonable speed this time, not hanging behind. She wasn't sure she could stand the indignity if her own short Servant decided to pick her up like poor Yumi. She might not have been a good magus, but that didn't make her desire to be treated like a sack of potatoes by legendary figures.

Once on the wall, the musician was taken aback by the size of the opposition. Whatever was animating the skeletons was far beyond her ability to simply negate, but maybe she could find a source or learn if it was done individually or if a single kingpin held the bony masses up?

She sat on the edge, already beginning to play. Besides: what sort of battle would this be without musical accompaniment?

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In one fluid movement, the sword was retracted and once again sheathed, albeit with a sigh. There was something plainly disappointing about a battle without the slightest bit of bloodshed, with only the light singes on her arm showing what had happened. All of that build-up and potential without any satisfying release of the tension. Hopefully, this whole investigation could be over soon so she could find something to practice on.

"You know what we want to know."

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP(Raineh Daze and VitaVitaAR)(Eventually open to two more players!)

"Don't make the mistake of assuming that I won't cut you down if I have to. I am Miura-sama's sole heir and he made certain of my ability to finish an enemy before I was left to live away from constant bodyguards," Ryuuko stated helpfully, moving the blade closer for a second so that Kitty could feel the cold steel, "I doubt your magic is enough to break this blade in any timespan to escape alive."

It was of course her employer's prerogative to begin any interrogation over the location of the stolen vase--or who might be behind the pair's unusual choice of theft. Once Kitty accepted her defeat, of course.

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

Mori Hoshiko

With her arms now relieved of most of the burden, the girl was now able to focus more on their proposed eating spot. She didn't have anything against the height; it would be nice to be somewhere out of the way to eat and maybe watch fireworks later without being crowded around. Tenchi brought up a pretty major point, though: she had no way to get to a rooftop. She couldn't climb or jump like the youkai and their relatives in the district and she wasn't a fully trained mage like her cousin.

There was no way that she was getting to the rooftop under her own power. The one ability she did have that might be able to do that... well, she wasn't even sure if she could lift a person that way and didn't want to try. Especially not with the added complication of trying to levitate herself to such a height...

"Ah... maybe there's stairs?"

@Dblade26@TheFake

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

It was immediately apparent when Tyaethe had identified the symbol: a wordless yell of frustration followed by a somewhat impressive string of cursing, definitely not the appropriate sort of language to be using around someone of Veileena's age and upbringing. It eventually tapered off into something that could at least be followed, even if not directly addressed. "Five years! Five years of hunting down every traitor to get off of that battlefield with a pulse! Every single one beheaded and there's still vermin crawling out! We should have known that it wasn't over just because we couldn't find any more but we didn't go out and look even after killing the bastards in the mausoleum!"

It was true that, in the interim before Fanilly had assumed command, the knights had predominantly concerned themselves with hunting down those responsible for the loss of the previous captain. It was also true that it seemed that, evidently, all of the conspirators had been hunted down or fled the country for good before they were tried for their crimes. So, naturally, the one that had spearheaded the hunt for Phoran Cal's cohorts was enraged by their continued survival.

Enraged and very much considering just dealing with any living bandits now for their crimes rather than waiting to allow someone with actual judicial authority to sentence the survivors. Tyaethe's hand tightened around her sword as she marched over to the bandit spared earlier, the girl having wisely chosen to not make an escape on a broken leg. Quick, easy, and exactly what she deserved.

But against her vows. A paladin couldn't just go around killing people because it seemed like they were going to be executed anyway. They weren't judge, jury, and executioner.

So, instead, the wounded girl was roughly hoisted up by one steel-clad gauntlet, regardless of any pain that might have caused. "Who's paying you?"