Raineh Daze

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

That much was enough to get her to blush? Lancer was adorable... and it only made her even more tease-able in the process. Though no doubt the direct approach would work well given who it was in particular, well... both for the sake of new experiences and an inkling of her own safety, there was no reason to let the pink-haired idol take the lead or regain her balance. All this moon talk was confusing the Emperor, however... how was there a grail on the moon? It would be remarkably hard to get something all the way up there and then set up a complicated ritual, though at least the World wouldn't be fighting back in that case... but could you even summon a Servant in such a situation?

With her serious declaration of protection over, and the girl sandwiched between two blondes, Nero had time to respond to her flirtatious attitude: "If Saber is a relative of mine, then her development missed something important." The 'something important' was quite noticeable with the cheery emperor deciding to take hold of Elizabeth's entire arm, "Umu, if you're going to protect me, then we should stay close."

Song and Dragon (Closed RP)

Jiro blinked, looking up at the sky. The sky...? Why would he be looking at the sky? The last thing that he remembered was heading out to drink with some colleagues, and though it wasn't a common thing for the salaryman to not remember the rest of the night, it was by no means the first time... so how on Earth was it that he was waking up by all appearances in a grassy field looking up at a bright blue sky, with a cloud drifting here and there? He'd been in Tokyo, and that certainly wasn't as peaceful as this.

Correction: as peaceful as this, though it might still have a violinist somewhere in the vicinity.

It was at this point that the uncomfortable nature of Jiro's position became quite noticeable. At least three body parts were protesting the weight, slight as it was, pressing down on them, and twisting around to look revealed quite a few things. Right, so somehow last night had led to becoming a girl... something that had never seemed possible, but a developing vague recollection of bright lights suggested that it hadn't been entirely by choice. So... reincarnation? But wasn't that supposed to start from the beginning, not just dump you into things as a young girl with body parts that shouldn't exist...?

Jiro shook her head, getting to her feet now. At the least, she hadn't come back as a cricket or something, and kept all her skills. Maybe if this place had offices too, getting a job would be easier in the future... but first, maybe the musician over there would know where to go to get a meal? Or maybe have a mirror or something?

Getting closer, it was clear that the violinist was very fancily dressed. So, rich then? Great, he'd definitely know where to get something to eat, and Jiro tapped him on the soldier.

"Hey, where can get a bite ta eat?"

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Remember her? She was hardly the type to easily forget the more interesting people that she had ever met, and Caster's eyes briefly flicked up to the horns. Even if the outfit was new, she could say with certainty that she would never have forgotten meeting somebody with such interesting physical features in her life, and it wasn't like she had all that much opportunity to encounter anybody else since dying. Even more confusing that Lancer thought of herself as a rival; what need did an Emperor have to rival someone of much lower stature from centuries later?

"But this is the first time I've been summoned, Lancer. As cute as you are, even I cannot remember meeting someone born so long after me."

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I think you misread the OP.

First, the order didn't exist before Elionne was Captain. This was 200 years ago.

Secondly, all the captains have been female. It's something of a requirement.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Riding along, Tyaethe considered the most important factor in following the escaping magic user right now... well, or the one that would be the most important in having anywhere to start. There were quite a few, such as their target's ability to cover their tracks and simply get away. There was a reason nobody had a clue where their oldest magic user was most of the time. But even assuming a less than thorough job on that part, such that they had a chance...

"Indrau, do you remember what these fairies looked like? The wrong ones would just send us into a pond."

Song and Dragon (Closed RP)

• Name: Yamada Jiro, badly in need of a new name
• Age: 3X, now... how old is a young dragon, anyway?
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: As a child, as opposed to as a dragon. About the size of a donkey.
• Personality: In general, Jiro was conditioned to take things in stride and simply deal with it. Of course, the current situation is far beyond what that would be... but that won't change the response. Unsuitable sarcasm and cynicism is the order of the day, by and large, though it's not like she can completely escape her childish impulses and present far greater level of energy. It's just not her normal reaction to things.
• Native/Not?: Non-Native
• Abilities: Aside from the obvious ability to adopt a more human guise, she has all the abilities you would expect of a dragon: strong, tough, can breathe a little fire, flight... but rather limited by being little more than an infant in dragon terms, though fortunately her human appearance is a bit older. And all that comes with being a magical shapechanging lizard in terms of potential.
• History: In his previous life, Jiro was about as stereotypically dull as it was possible for any living human to be. A middle child with no outstanding abilities or talents, he ended up working in a respectable office job and finding his way to middle management. Not one to find time for romance, he was also the type to sideline his interests to get more work in and then go out drinking. All in all, a banal but tolerable existence.
  Then, drunk one night, he found himself hit by a suspicously large vehicle...

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

"This is really a waste of my talents," Nero complained, standing in front of the rising castle, "There's nothing beautiful about putting down the dead again." The dead were disgusting, who would want to include them in any form of art? Still, in a battle of numbers, neither Saber nor Lancer were well equipped to deal with hordes.

Well, she was, particularly the dead. Holy sacraments of all kinds were the realm of the priests, and the powers of Rome's religious leader were not to be impugned! All that required was that Saber prevent any interruption and Elisabeth keep the zombies out whilst she got to the end of her casting.

If there was any doubt as to what she was doing, the sudden and immediate switch to Classical Latin over any contemporaneous language should have made it clear, along with the length of the chant. Assuming a lack of interruption... well, nobody could say that a sudden low-lying layer of stormclouds raining lightning bolts down on the area was just chance weather. Not when they kept striking the undead specifically.

"A Noble Phantasm? I am afraid not, Brynhildr is associated with no artefact in particular. From the stories, impassable flames are to be expected, and if a valkyrie a spear of some sort, but her defining feature would be her own betrayal."

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.