Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

The paladin relaxed somewhat, seeing as how not everything had exploded and the Earl seemed like he had escaped any immediate harm. Obviously it wasn't the most long-term infiltration... anyone with long enough access to an earl to implant a more serious curse would doubtless have woven it so deeply that the price to remove it was as bad as the curse itself. Magic users like that were the most detestable sort.

"Another manhunt so soon? It's only been months since we finished the last one... and it was hard enough to round up the stragglers of a rebellion, let alone one unknown witch."

Fate/esoterica

Isabelle d'Antibes

The small girl sniffed at the air, confirming the same suspicions as her Servant... the smell of burning? Burning that was not, it seemed, triggering a fire safety alarm--though one of the employees seemed to be fervently apologising for some sort of mix-up in the kitchen area. Not that she cared too much, it wasn't getting in her way... though the smell of smoke didn't mix terribly well with her ice-cream. It was a good thing that she was almost done with that.

Slightly louder than need be, the nun asked: "Saber, is there somewhere you wish to go after this?"

Maybe they could bait out the other Servant?

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Evelyn and Elisabeth

... it was no good, with the first crash, Evelyn was certain that she had to know what was going on; if she didn't keep her eyes open there was far too good a chance of being skewered. Mages weren't to be trusted, or something like that--Elisabeth had been pretty clear to not make deals with any of the Masters in this war. She had to know what they were actually dealing with, even if it would be hard to avoid interfering at all, having to fight against using an ability that came as easily as blinking did.

With the blindfold around her neck, it only took an instant for purple eyes to adjust to the darkness--purple normally was a strange enough colour, but with red and gold swirling, mixed in, they were quite the sight. And at the Berserker's warning, Evelyn briefly looked around for a mage... no, nothing. At least not from this ditch. But raising her head just a bit to take in her Servant...

Who knew a Berserker could be so tiny? But her, and the glaive-wielding Servant she was fighting... these numbers didn't add up. The forces involved just didn't sync right, the strength of that arm could easily rip her head off, tearing out the tree trunk... bodies couldn't do that. They were supposed to break if they tried to be that strong. Everything seemed slightly off to the white-haired Master, and already, watching these two was making her head start to hurt making sense of it all...

But at least she could still follow what was happening. These eyes had one benefit.

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Assassin

(Huzzah, we know what she calls her Master now in English~)

"I'll take it with me and we can invite anyone we meet for a drink on the spot. Do you have any cups, Sweetie?" the Assassin asked, picking up the case and balancing it on one hand. The diminutive monster was now set to go with her Master, so long as she didn't delay too much--it might be more interesting to just sit and drink under the moonlight if this was going to take a while. This wasn't a bad place for a war, you could still see the sky pretty well.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

If this did go wrong, who was she supposed to try and protect now? The Earl? No, he might have been important, but her duty was to the order first. The caster was the one at the most obvious risk here... but maybe the fallout if something were to go wrong would be worse than imagined, and protecting Cymbeline would put the captain at risk. The Captain... yes, that was who to jump on if things gave even the slightest hint of being about to go explosively wrong.

Which was why the knight was sidling slowly towards Fanilly whilst keeping an eye on the magic in progress. She'd need to move quickly if things went out of control.

If she couldn't cut something with her sword, at least she could absorb the damage.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Lancer seemed rather distracted for some reason... a cooking contest? Why would they ever be having that? She was willing to face off against such a fervent singer, that was certain, but did that rivalry really extent to other arenas? Moreover, how could this be a stratagem? It was a known fact that many medicinal substances tasted less than pleasant--barely distinguishable from poisons, as she should know--and it was simpler to impart the potions' properties to something far more palatable than to serve them as it was. The rest of the foodstuffs... well, Nero had been in the kitchen, so why not take advantage of it? There was no telling how long they would be in the singularity, or who they might be able to introduce to the wonders of Roman cuisine! Such a shame there had been no time to make any garum, even if Seneca had never been in favour of it...

Of course, trying to make sense of Lancer was leaving her rather out of the loop too, save for the obvious appearance of a bunch of wolves... and so, with an apology to Siegfried for putting him on the ground again... more for the sake of gesturing than actual need, Nero thought for a second, remembering the right word...

... and let the explosion loose.

It was a brief conflagration, a completely wasteful attack--there were certainly more efficient things to use--but it had a major advantage: it was quite hard to dodge explosions when you were inside them. Of course, Saber and Lancer should be fine, but the dogs should certainly not be so resilient to fire, or being knocked from their feet...

It was an unexpected moment for radio contact to be made, Meran monitoring the situation and picking up on their uncertainty. She was sure the fighting was well in hand, or would be, so it was better now than later: "Sigurd is the hero of the Völsunga saga; in many regards similar to Siegfried: he also killed Fafnir. The story diverges in many respects, as he would be Norse as opposed to German, and events certainly diverge beyond that point.

"The latter part of the story centres around Sigurd's courting of the shieldmaiden Bryinhildr. It did not go smoothly, involved a lot of betrayal and adultery, and they both died. Most likely, it is the valkyrie Brynhildr that you are fighting now--and Siegfried most likely resembles Sigurd.

"Though Sigurd would wield Gram, not Balmung."

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

Kawamura Hikaru

"You picked the lock... by breaking it open," Hikaru said, looking back at the door. "I know that the view from up here is nice, but please be considerate of the residents and don't go around breaking and entering."

It was rather strange that she had found yet another foreigner wandering around the city, let alone another foreign student--what were the odds of that?--but she seemed rather for the most part to be somewhat sincere about this. That didn't make what she was doing at all acceptable... though she wasn't going to report the girl straight away, it was unlikely to have been the first time the door was forced open recently if someone so slim had pulled it off.

"It can get quite windy up here, so please be careful and stay away from any edges. There was supposed to be fencing installed but..." you got what you paid for, even if that was pretty dangerous.

@Natsu

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