Raineh Daze

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Using her magic for Chisaki's benefit had been... awkward. It wasn't just because Miina spent the entire time she'd been working staring fixedly down at her hands, as she had good reason to not want to get distracted and make something worse or... but also because she didn't know how to start a conversation like "could the people who've been relatively nice to me please not try to die heroically when staying alive might be an option?"

So, she did as much work as she could, as tiring as it was to do so for long periods of time, and displayed all the bedtime manner of a statue. At least that was probably better than being a stammering mess? Maybe.

Now, though... she was in Osprey and she did need to see if there was any news of her brother. At the same time, it had been very clear that they would be looked for. Going out as she was simply wasn't on the table, which meant changing clothes—

She probably still stood out way too much like this, didn't she? Even if it seemed unlikely that anyone had really identified that her hair was red and it wasn't just the clothing and general style. This would get attention for all the wrong sorts of reasons, she had to find… someone who would know better. Izayoi or Hien were obviously locals, so they could help with the clothing thing, but Esbern was a spy so he might also have advice for finding someone? Although, maybe anyone would have a better idea of what to wear than she did.

Except Robin. Robin seemed like someone that would stick out no matter what was going on.

Now the only problem: finding the right person and asking what they thought she should do. At least wearing her normal style of clothing rather than trying to seem like an impressive mage ought to be a step in the right direction. Maybe.

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

@King Cosmos Not a GM, but doesn't that run into the same fundamental problem that any opposition that doesn't have super speed to constantly break line of sight or a hiding focus won't be able to avoid or contest the end result in any way without significant metagaming?

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Fujiwara no Mokou

When Remilia asked if she was of noble blood, Mokou just returned a blank stare for a second. Then another one. Then it clicked that the small vampire wasn't from Japan and would hardly be familiar with the Japanese nobility—especially since, as far as she could remember, the entire political structure of the country had changed numerous times even before she was in Gensokyo...

"Yes, I'm a noble."

Though, of more interest than the planning was the slow-speaking Servant's explanation of what she was. Brought to life...? "So, you can't stay dead either?"

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

Shrine Maiden of the Storm God

• Name: Ando Hikari
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Forever stuck looking about 10 when dressed properly.
• Personality: For someone who looks so young, Hikari's attitude certainly isn't. Despite not even having left school yet, she's by default jaded and bitter, with particularly dim views on authority figures. On the other hand, she's also quietly confident where Grudges are concerned, even though most of her time in battle won't have more to call on than her own skill, or that she might end it without even that to work with. It's also quite hard to get a read on her expressions; Hikari doesn't emote much.
• Backstory: Hikari was, despite appearances, physically born as a boy. Raised around the Kumano Taisha, Hikari's future was always intimately tied to the shrine itself and the religious practice therein, and something about that was bothersome in a way that could never quite be put into words. Until, of course, the need for new contractors to replace the old came calling as ever, and as a third son there was no question that it would be fine if their shrine's deity thought to answer, to deem Hikari worthy—
  Well, the long and short of it was that Susanoo did consider her worth contracting, and the lack of concern she had for the obvious price paid finally answered a lot of questions. Just turned ten at the time, that left several years before she would be sent away to properly apply her learned skills, which seemed a rather valuable amount of time to prepare given the sheer breadth of options and potential for danger such a contract posed.
  That was when the other costs became clear. Obviously, she wasn't growing, and her endurance steadily decreased—her parents pushing her to practice more and more all the time, even though she knew the link was clear. In the end, by the time she got away to school—and in Tokyo at that, far from the shrine—there was very little of her full reserves to call on. That's obviously not something that a school curriculum has helped with, which Hikari is particularly bitter about, as she knows her own aptitude and the depth of the contract should warrant better.
• Skills: Although she doesn't look it, the tiny girl is remarkably adept with a sword, although not in a way that lends itself to any sporting usage. She's also astonishingly knowledgeable about the various gods of Shinto, for some obvious reasons, although she could be considered overly specialised for that. Her conventional education is pretty much entirely left to languish… aside from literacy, and for some reason smugly rubbing in her calligraphy.
• Spiritual Energy Grade: Practically speaking, E. It should be much higher—although how much so, nobody can really tell as she'd already lost a lot of headroom before it came up—but that would take months if not years of total inactivity.
  
  • Contracted Being: Susanoo-no-Mikoto
  • Contract Rank: C—measured at her current stamina.
  • Contract Abilities: Naturally, such a potent contracted figure offers a wide range of potent abilities: the ability to call a storm or force one to subside; enormous power over the seas or hostile waters, or simply the control and invocation of them oneself; even a very potent healing ability that can cure nigh any disease as well as address injury—and to use any of them would put the wielder out of action for the rest of the day, and anything too grandiose would be left untamed and uncontrolled. Instead, the majority of her contract's use is the comparatively-free ability to manifest Susanoo's own blade, with Hikari preferring to call it the more poetic Ame-no-Habakiri unless a giant serpent actually shows up, and just do the best she can with a plain-looking, straight-edged sword… fortunately, one both indestructible and spiritually effective, even without the rest of the contract's powers to call on it.
  • Cost: The very initial cost of the contract was to be transformed into a girl… which really wasn't much of a cost at all, from Hikari's perspective. Naturally, though, contracting such a prominent and ancient deity had other costs associated with it: Hikari hasn't grown since the contract was made, her potential to reach physical adulthood also traded away, and any severe use of the contract's abilities does more than consume spiritual energy, it's scarring. As a result, her available spiritual energy has been gradually whittled away through carelessness or necessity.
    It even has a tertiary cost... she says. Or maybe she just likes going home for long enough to take part in ceremonies. She certainly dresses as a shrine maiden enough.

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

• Name: Ando Hikari
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Forever stuck looking about 10 when dressed properly.
• Personality: For someone who looks so young, Hikari's attitude certainly isn't. Despite not even having left school yet, she's by default jaded and bitter, with particularly dim views on authority figures. On the other hand, she's also quietly confident where Grudges are concerned, even though most of her time in battle won't have more to call on than her own skill, or that she might end it without even that to work with. It's also quite hard to get a read on her expressions; Hikari doesn't emote much.
• Backstory: Hikari was, despite appearances, physically born as a boy. Raised around the Kumano Taisha, Hikari's future was always intimately tied to the shrine itself and the religious practice therein, and something about that was bothersome in a way that could never quite be put into words. Until, of course, the need for new contractors to replace the old came calling as ever, and as a third son there was no question that it would be fine if their shrine's deity thought to answer, to deem Hikari worthy—
  Well, the long and short of it was that Susanoo did consider her worth contracting, and the lack of concern she had for the obvious price paid finally answered a lot of questions. Just turned ten at the time, that left several years before she would be sent away to properly apply her learned skills, which seemed a rather valuable amount of time to prepare given the sheer breadth of options and potential for danger such a contract posed.
  That was when the other costs became clear. Obviously, she wasn't growing, and her endurance steadily decreased—her parents pushing her to practice more and more all the time, even though she knew the link was clear. In the end, by the time she got away to school—and in Tokyo at that, far from the shrine—there was very little of her full reserves to call on. That's obviously not something that a school curriculum has helped with, which Hikari is particularly bitter about, as she knows her own aptitude and the depth of the contract should warrant better.
• Skills: Although she doesn't look it, the tiny girl is remarkably adept with a sword, although not in a way that lends itself to any sporting usage. She's also astonishingly knowledgeable about the various gods of Shinto, for some obvious reasons, although she could be considered overly specialised for that. Her conventional education is pretty much entirely left to languish… aside from literacy, and for some reason smugly rubbing in her calligraphy.
• Spiritual Energy Grade: Practically speaking, E. It should be much higher—although how much so, nobody can really tell as she'd already lost a lot of headroom before it came up—but that would take months if not years of total inactivity.
  
  • Contracted Being: Susanoo-no-Mikoto
  • Contract Rank: C—measured at her current stamina.
  • Contract Abilities: Naturally, such a potent contracted figure offers a wide range of potent abilities: the ability to call a storm or force one to subside; enormous power over the seas or hostile waters, or simply the control and invocation of them oneself; even a very potent healing ability that can cure nigh any disease as well as address injury—and to use any of them would put the wielder out of action for the rest of the day, and anything too grandiose would be left untamed and uncontrolled. Instead, the majority of her contract's use is the comparatively-free ability to manifest Susanoo's own blade, with Hikari preferring to call it the more poetic Ame-no-Habakiri unless a giant serpent actually shows up, and just do the best she can with a plain-looking, straight-edged sword… fortunately, one both indestructible and spiritually effective, even without the rest of the contract's powers to call on it.
  • Cost: The very initial cost of the contract was to be transformed into a girl… which really wasn't much of a cost at all, from Hikari's perspective. Naturally, though, contracting such a prominent and ancient deity had other costs associated with it: Hikari hasn't grown since the contract was made, her potential to reach physical adulthood also traded away, and any severe use of the contract's abilities does more than consume spiritual energy, it's scarring. As a result, her available spiritual energy has been gradually whittled away through carelessness or necessity.
    It even has a tertiary cost... she says. Or maybe she just likes going home for long enough to take part in ceremonies. She certainly dresses as a shrine maiden enough.

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

Time to think on ability...

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP Interest Check

Boop.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Right, now they were—why was everyone trying to get themselves killed in a last stand against the Valheimr woman, and why was it all the ladies with nice chests!? This was... aaaaagh, she couldn't do anything to pull people back, she just didn't have the physical strength or know anything to particularly compensate for it... but now Miina could see the plan forming, just throw all the explosives at her and trigger them.

She could help. Fire magic wasn't her best, but she was still competent enough, and it was always easier where you might have something to work with... whether that be the fuel or the conflagration itself.

Did it seem like she was doing anything, or just pointing? With all the fire around, it would be rather easy to miss an extra contribution but—right, escape. Time to escape. Just, uh, help out Arton as much as possible with supporting Hien's other side? She couldn't really spare the time to fight enemies off if she wanted to try and help along the healing some more, so it would be really nice if the R's could help out there...

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

For a moment, the hill stayed quiet under the cloud of smoke—then three blurs breached the cloud. One, rising up skyward only to arc down again, had a metallic sheen. The other was a pair of radiant orbs, drifting gently down the hillside. Preceding them all in arrival was a sudden, brief gale, then a second gust; sorcery overcoming the alchemical cover and once again providing a clear view.

Then the blur landed, earth shaking, and the demon stood before Fanilly, a grin on her red face and armour bubbling into its proper shape as the wings folded away. In her hands there was no weapon, just a red light flickering around her gauntlets. Yet, the towering figure swung all the same and the light responded accordingly, taking the form of a lengthy spear. The next blow as she closed in came from a curved sword, then an axe before she stepped aside—

And at the top of the hill, a purple figure had aimed, hidden from view by the demon, and the lightning was already coming. As for the warrior, she had already turned to Renar, glow shifting with her thoughts.

Not that this left the covered side perfectly free: the rolling spheres seemed to be a source for attacks themselves, firing out in all directions as they descended. Not a finely-aimed barrage, yet one that could eventually destroy their cover all the same, and seemed to be trying to make up for the lack of visibility through volume of fire and multiple sources. At the least, the overall size—hard as it was to make out through the glare—of each was steadily decreasing, and they would reach the bottom of the hill past them all at some stage. Although, that would leave them particularly exposed while they moved directly past.

At least Gertrude could relax in not having been targeted yet.

Although, the Hundi's eyes still tracked her and Fionn's ascent.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Fujiwara no Mokou

Mokou had elected to make sure they weren't being followed, by the simple expedient of staying at the front of the group, flying, and drifting backwards at the pace they were setting. It didn't seem like she was in any danger of getting tired... although, maybe it was simply possible that she wouldn't. Or spending all her time wandering around the bamboo forest had done at least one thing for her health in the sense of stamina, even if in every other regard she appeared to be made of glass.

So far, the white-haired girl hadn't said anything, occasionally going back to wondering how the Moriya Shrine had brought Lake Suwa with them. The lakeshore had been populated even back in her day, not just the shrine, so there was no chance of that being forgotten and falling into Gensokyo organically. But to outright take the lake... that seemed unreasonable. Maybe it had been duplicated somehow? It wasn't like she was in a position to know that much.

The current conversation on meeting royalty—"I'd say I know court protocol but that's not much use here, you know?"

It wasn't like her young life had been flush with chances to use it, either.