Raineh Daze

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

"If the buildings are damaged, maybe I should be the only one to go there... if they start collapsing, I won't be hurt," Hibiki answered, not liking the idea of Miku being in a collapsing building for... she had actually lost count of how many times something like that had happened now.¹ Whilst if something collapsed on her, then she could just punch her way out, and if other people were trapped then it would be easier to rescue them if there was nothing else to worry about. If they all went, she would have to worry about Miku, and Misaki, and at the end of the day, they'd all have nowhere to spend the night again.

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Shopping had proved relatively fruitful. If there was one positive to being trapped here, unable to sustain a more appropriate appearance for her age, it was that Tokyo had lots of clothing that Evangeline liked. There was only so much that could be bought with limited funds but it was enough. And she still had some left over for dressing up that knight if things got too boring. Though with nothing left to buy, window shopping held little appeal and the blonde vampire had started to make her way back to the dropoff point.

Whatever the others had been doing had definitely not gone to plan. As she drew closer, there was the sound of something breaking through the ground... and soon an elemental ball of some sort came into view, heading towards where she had just come from--the city centre. It wasn't moving quickly, so it wasn't like her allies would lose it... but everyone had been a physical fighter, and this wasn't exactly a physical challenge.

Internally grousing about how, at this rate, she was definitely not going to be restoring her illusion any time soon--or at least not holding it--Evangeline placed one of her bags on the ground--

--and raised her hand along with the swelling icicle beneath the ball. Gelidus Capulus: a freezing confine to completely encase it. And permit its shattering.

¹ Three.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

"Better had I killed them all, in that case," the paladin muttered, watching the attempt to pat her head with some amusement. Really, what was the girl expecting, given their size difference? It would have been easy if she was out of the armour but there was no way that some random child from the countryside would know about that. Though with her attention now on the child, Tyaethe noticed her pause--and the ominous crystal that was producing it.

Evil... too evil, if something like that were to go wrong here then the results would be disastrous. Not that she had the first clue what to do about something like that or if it was likely. Even so, the armoured figure tensed, ready to rush Tiral and smother his creation with her body at the first hint it was destabilising.

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Lilianna Belwiss

And this was exactly what she was worried about. An ominous crystal that brought out a dark sigil of some sort, and one of their number uncertain if they could actually do anything about it. In this case, discretion was the better part of valour. She would just stand right behind one of the banner-supporting wooden pillars until it was clear these two weren't going to curse everybody in sight by accident.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Fire, huh? Whoever their opponent was, if she wished to bring magical flames into it, then Nero would be more than happy to compete with her, to prove that her ardour was greater than such offensive magic! Only... not whilst carrying an apparently hopeless dragon slayer. And it certainly wasn't an option when the Lancer involved had taken this chance to up and run.

It seemed that he was in need of healing and, despite still carrying him like a sack of potatoes, the emperor had no intention of foresaking their current ally. "Archer, if you reach into that basket, there should be some sweet cakes, slightly sticky. I made sure to mix some of the food as healing remedies exactly in case of things such as this."

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Tachibana Hibiki

Most people might have been embarrassed to have someone else walk in on them, even if it was simply a matter of being hugged--the impression it gave was considerably less wholesome when you were in bed, in pyjamas. Hibiki? Well, after seeming confused for a split-second, the brunette disentangled herself from her friend and emerged from the tent; trying to do anything with boiling water inside would probably just get cheap flavourings-heavy soup spilled over everything. And then it would smell all night and beyond...

It was nice of Misaki to have gotten the hot water, though it was a bit of shame it was only the one cup... though it seemed like a pretty large one, so if she poured it carefully, then there'd be one for her and one for Miku. Tomorrow, they could focus on a way to get more food or... at least more hot water. Everything would be alright.

And she could at least pour water without the food coming out worse.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

Kawamura Hikaru

Whilst the night proper would be starting soon, Hikaru's focus wasn't on trying to find the ideal ambush spot. No, she wanted to take advantage of her houseguest's early absence to make a visit whilst there was still time; between the other girl's job, the Hex Night, and the foreigner, she couldn't see senpai anywhere near as much as she would like to.

It wasn't the nicest apartment in the world, but given it only needed to squeeze in one person and provide privacy, it didn't need to be. Maybe it was more of a pain to commute from such a quiet area into the city centre... but she'd not heard any complaints about it yet. Just worries that the lack of an exterior lock was going to cause trouble at some point.

Something that was on the glasses-wearing girl's mind when she heard the sound of something solid breaking from further up. Rather than stop two floors from the rooftop as normal, Hikaru carried on upwards--if it was a burglar or something, then what threat could they be? As she made her way through the forced door, expecting some hulking brute, she saw...

A blonde girl, sat by the edge. What on Earth...?

"Excuse me but... how did you get up here?"

@Natsu

Fate/esoterica

Isabelle de'Antibes

Poor Saber... to be trapped by such notions of honour in a fight like this one was to overlook how many opponents might not share her values. Perhaps there could be compromise between them in the event that Saber looked set to win regardless but to throw out any chance of victory... Isabelle wasn't going to fail in her duties and miss her chance of redemption for her Servant's pride. Nor did she wish to be one of those killed in the war once her main support was gone. The Fourth Holy Grail war had a reported 70% casualty ratio amongst Masters, from her sources.

The time for planning was cut short by the apparent presence of another Servant, though the Executor didn't hasten her ice-cream one bit, "It doesn't matter if there's another Servant her, the Masters should know that the aim is to keep the war secret, and know better from that than to attack a restaurant in full view of a church representative. They wouldn't like a truce called to hunt them down as a threat to secrecy, would they?"

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Evelyn and Elisabeth

"Maybe you would understand standard German?" the blindfolded girl suggested, swapping back to English. Having Berserker angry at her was hardly going to be a good idea... but it was inevitable that the language barrier would cause some friction. At least it reconfirmed the obvious: if Evelyn needed to get a message only to Elisabeth, then normal speech would probably do it... she couldn't imagine people in this town were too familiar with the dialect around Bern, if they knew the language at all...

"She says we need to hide."

The result was pretty immediate: the brunette took hold of her wrist and pulled her to one side, slightly down a dip in the ground. Not that being in a ditch would be terribly helpful against Servants but... it was something. And the itching of the blindfold was getting worse now, with the threat of battle approaching... but would it even be safe to look at something like Servants? Let alone give away her one strength in this entire conflict on the first night...

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Assassin

The unlikely assassin giggled, finding some amusement in her Master's words. "Oni will drink anything, and among oni there are none that will drink more than I." Of course, that fact was in both her myth and name--to think that an oni would shy away from hard drink showed a woeful lack of knowledge on the topic by her Master... and she couldn't complain about having more variety, even if it was bad.

But she'd best finish the drink that she already had, first. "Oh, do remember to take precautions against excessive drinking, Master. It's not going to be good if you're drunk before we even break the sake out~"

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

With the others springing into action, the emperor was left with a dilemma: she could try and aid the fight... but at the cost of significant friendly fire. Well, she said significant; those two would ignore most spells. Unfortunately, those spells that might harm an enemy Lancer for sure would also pierce those defences. And explode the one their Master wished to assist.

Maybe she ought to pull him from the line of fire? Saber was providing a good deal of cover and the sudden addition of singing was sure to make the run even clearer. Was there some magic she could use, some hidden ability to make it easier to sneak through... well... there was that and she didn't even have to do anything... just... exist. How dare being vertically diminished become useful!?

It was with a deep sigh that the Caster made her way around the fight, picnic basket of restorative delectables left by the master... only to return carrying the defeated fighter like a sack of potatoes, ignoring any protests. He was a Servant; he'd be fine.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

"Only a few today," the paladin responded, straightening from her task. Hm, it didn't seem like she was going to be able to wash any more off with just water... burn it? She could only do candle flames, but her armour would endure that fine and the blood would burn off sooner or later... that would be entirely too time consuming. Maybe she should ask for directions to somewhere more appropriate to do this; with some peace and a wire brush she could stop it getting all glued together easily enough. Why did trolls have to go and bleed so much? It was inconvenient; she needed to get back to the captain soon. "They die as easily as anything else if you have a sharp enough blade."

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Lilianna Belwiss

This whole scenario was proving to be another black mark on the knights' current state of organisation... though in fairness, the blame for this had nothing to do with its original founders or even its deviation from the church over time. Why, of all things, did they still not have normal mages amongst their number? Even if not formally part of the order, it could hardly hurt to have more focused spellcasters for situations exactly such as this... instead, they had battlemages and, throughout the past, the odd healer. It would have to be brought up when they got back to Aimlenn; whether that was successful or to seek more assistance for the Earl.

It would be unfathomable to leave the order's ability to contend with curses up to the whims of those who wanted to mix their swordplay with magic or vice versa.

Fate/esoterica

Isabelle d'Antibes

Overall strategy, then. She continued sitting in silence whilst starting to lick away at the icecream; it seemed that either her appetite was satiated or Isabelle had a sweet tooth that demanded the chocolate confection be shown the appropriate respect. More likely the latter...If we're here for long, then I need to come and get some more of this. Or find somewhere else that sells it...

"The strategy is quite simple: identify the Masters and offer them a chance to surrender. When they refuse, you engage the enemy Servant, leaving the Master open for me to engage. Then I kill them. As Saber, I expect you to be able to prevent disengagement for long enough that the Masters are unguarded."

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Evelyn and Elisabeth

_{Italics are standing in for translated conversation.}
The Master was sticking close to her friend as they made their way back from the church, glad that this useless formality was over with. Sanctuary if she failed...? If she failed, Evelyn doubted that there would be enough left to seek sanctuary. Not if her own Servant was any indication; this war was probably full of monsters rather than the heroes that Elisabeth had said were supposed to be there. The threat of impending violence, though, wasn't getting to her as much as the feeling that the Overseer had been examining her critically... something Berserker really didn't help with.

"Lisa, was she staring at me?"

A shrug. "A bit more than normal, even for you. You think she guessed something?"

"Maybe. People involved in this must be more likely to know what eyes can do..."

It was rude to talk for too long, excluding her Servant, but it was a necessary evil--the teenaged girl wasn't one that she wanted to place her full trust in, not when she qualified for that class. And Elisabeth's English was terrible. She ought to be understanding about that much.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Current Status:

• Evangeline: shopping for clothes
• Klaus: shopping for an office
• Hibiki: unexpected camping trip

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With Misaki going off to gather information, it was down to just her, Miku, and the instant ramen in her hands--which wasn't going to be much use until they could get some hot water to go with it. The tent seemed stable enough, and the brunette experimentally got inside... it didn't seem like it was going to collapse on her head now that her friend had finished propping it up. An adventure, huh...? well, it was more exotic than even most of the work that she did with S.O.N.G., since there were relatively few places in the world that could require them to change their base of operations.

Though there was something more important than that, a reason it definitely didn't feel like an adventure: "But you're here, Miku. The warm place by your side is all that it needs to be home."