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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

That is
Remarkably cheery. I'm impressed. xD

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Probably not in the location with the violent altercation right now. Most everyone else has been left behind to guard a town (because it was attacked by orcs and trolls and its earl cursed) and has gotten sidetracked into finding a dog.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Illyasviel von Einzbern (and Astra)

Who would have expected Shirou to summon Ireland's Child of Light? It hadn't been Illya, she was almost expecting him to manage to pull out a Saber somehow from persistence if nothing else. Or an Archer, which would have suited him perfectly fine. Either way she had expected him to get one of the knight classes based on his attitude, but Cu Chulainn... she was quite proud that he'd summoned someone so strong.

It was a feeling that was a little blunted given the mountain of a man that one of the others had summoned. If nothing else, he had a similar presence to Saber, albeit with a distinctly more imposing edge. Charisma too, then?

"I don't do social." Seemed she wasn't terribly friendly, either, from her response to Iskandar.

Of course, right as Rin was getting her big summoning going, with the Einzbern delegation sliding into the room, Shirou just had to point out that there was another small white haired girl there... and question her competence. There was a definite element of danger in Illya's voice, despite the brightness of the question: "Shirou, do you think you should be judging a book by its cover?"

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Saber of Black

Lancelot's eyes barely strayed as he took in the Master coming into the room and the Caster following her. His duty at the moment was as a guard and loyal servant; to stand at someone's side and watch for danger was not an unfamiliar duty--albeit one that had long sat idle. Aside from a slight inclination of his head to acknowledge the other Servants, he would have stayed mostly immobile... except for the braggart.

The knight was frowning as he turned, looking down at Izou. Scruffy, brash, bloodthirsty... he gave a reminder of Sir Mordred but even the traitor had been a loyal knight at first. This man had no such redeeming features--and he doubted the skill to back it up.

"I must apologise, but even I lack the precision to hold back enough to safely fight you." Against one of his compatriots, maybe, but this man? Unless he were to hold back enough to simply be teaching the basics, and that would be too simple...

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Elaborate, please? You could PM me and Anno if you don't want to post it here.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@Foolish Errant Question: why does he always try to stay armoured? This is kind of important because there's already one (previously) perma-armoured knight.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Yup.

So... whoever it is that needs a Master has Miss Magic Blood.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Meanwhile, will everyone still present now the start-of-school madness has died down please say so? I believe there's still two unpaired Black Servants.

Available Master #1. Can only supply mana via blood.

Available Master #2. Looks like some Indian guy from the past. Alchemist.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

"L-Lancer, now is not the time! I'm still Caster!" Nero protested, squirming out of the unexpected embrace. Normally, she would be all for such a thing... but with the mass of aggressive Valkyries to deal with, their Master was right: it was time to stop messing around. "Umu, stand back and behold! Praise me! Praise my theatre!"

The oversized sword was swung in a ponderous circle, lighting up in flames as it completed and despite the enemies getting closer. Held ready to thrust, there was no way that the sword could threaten that many--"Sing, Fax Caelestis!" but the uncanny surge forward, the technique buoyed by the power of the theatre, took the Caster through the mass, even if the sword might only have stabbed one of the enemies.

The slight tink of the red blade being balanced point-first on the ground was the ignition that proved that the others hadn't escaped either. Behind the Emperor, a vast pillar of flame roared up and to the ceiling. That ought to do a nice amount of damage--maybe enough that they could finish this fight before she was forced to exit this and give their enemies back the best means of retreat.

Of Gods and Men—An Urban Fantasy RP

Yang Chenlu

As suddenly as it had arrived, the rabbit disappeared, with Chenlu straightening up and biggening to devour the food brought here as breakfast. Between bites there was the sounds of something that were probably an apology about there being no other food as this wa sa bookstore, but she was diving back into eating again too quickly for it to be clear. Possible it was because she was half-starved, though unlikely. Or maybe it was because she was still concerned--despite the reassurance--that her food might be stolen by the hungry hulking behemoth.

Oddly enough, she seemed quite interested in reading the papers, not 100% line by line scanning, but enough to get a good idea how things were going on. Black markets... how odd to be attending one to shut it down rather than as a customer.

"I can supply distractions, but I don't think there's much else for me to do here... not unless someone tries to escape from it by running right past me. And I should probably be careful near mobsters, even if it is the yakuza."

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Minamoto-no-Soushi

The world's oldest rabbit slid herself into a seat, behind a small table, and looked thoughtful about the question. So much interest in lightning... well, not that much, if Sylvia--as she said--was here instead of going over there to look at it. Her reply was pretty perky: "Oh, I sent a friend of mine to go have a look at it, I'm sure if there's anything unusual she'll see. Lightning out of nowhere isn't so unusual, after all. Sometimes it just happens, sometimes people would say it's Raijuu."

Sure enough, there was indeed a large, white rabbit sitting on a closed dumpster, looking intently at the charred ground.