Raineh Daze

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Miina stared dumbfounded at the golem for a second before falling back on what had worked so well for the mines: "Libra."

…

Well, that could have been more informative. Well, she supposed it was useful to know that it wasn't really a giant metal contraption (probably), but just some eidolon or other… but "oh yeah, it's water" was pretty obvious. It had even announced it! And its own corruption.

"It's m-m-mostly water aether… n-not quite Leviathan," she rattled off, head tilting. Did that mean anything to most of them? Uh… well, it should dissuade anyone from attempting to burn it, which was probably only the small rabbit, and maybe something Éliane had on hand, "It's c-c-corrupted… oh, and it's c-casting."

For her part… well, lightning had worked well against Leviathan, but she didn't want to do that sort of strategy again against something with even fewer obvious places to stab. It had hurt quite enough the first time, and this time they knew there would be extra fighting. But, if they were going to be magically assaulted by a water-aligned enemy…

There was the familiar white magic feeling of a barrier settling on the various party members. _{"…Nulfrost."}

It had better not pull out a fireball or something, corruption or no. That would be rude.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"He was too much of a skeleton to cry… but there was a lot of cursing. And screaming. It was magnificent," Tyaethe announced, sharing a bloodthirsty grin with the fae queen from atop Fionn's shoulder. "Oh, but he's gone without a shadow of a doubt. Everything that was Rozenalt was burned away by Reon's fire, there's going to be no coming back from that."

It was just a shame he hadn't said yes to letting her have his blood. There had been so much of it, and it would have been an interesting experience… oh well, she would live.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Once the pressure plates were cleared, the redhead advanced towards the minefield and… stopped, crouched down with her tail for once level and still. As usual, she was just going ahead without actually talking about what she was doing, already too wrapped up in the puzzle presented.

It was… hmm, the arcane magic was interesting, she supposed? It wasn't really very often that she had come across magic made to do something permanent; it came with the territory of being… well, generally reviled, especially when it came to black magic. She really ought to ask Rudolf if she could look at his big sword some time; there was something very strange about that weapon…

No, no, focus, Miina. The mines were pure magic, there was nothing physical to them… which made it all the weirder, really. Ah, if only she had plenty of time to check how they worked, it would be nice to be able to set up something like this in future…

Still, for now she just had to get rid of them. It was possible that tossing something physical in would set it off. Hm, but then the entire minefield would clear itself if a bit of person got blown in by one of the other traps, that would be no good. So… she wanted to set it off magically. Or just clear it out… the entire thing could probably be dispelled, but that would be a wasteful effort when they might have to do a lot more fighting. So… she'd need a better examination, one that didn't involve creeping right up to one of the mines and potentially having her face blown off.

"Libra," the Mystral muttered, otherwise continuing to stare at the mines. So… if she looked past everything keeping it stable, then it was basically just contained until the detection set it off? It was a neat construction, she supposed; very split out rather than integrated. The sort of thing built up until you could use all of it independently, and keeping any white and black magic very separate… if they even counted as such; this wasn't her focus at all. Still, that meant there was a critical weakness here: every single one of them could be triggered by the same… hmm, what was the word? Ah, it didn't matter, she wasn't trying to teach it to anybody else. Some sort of metamagical commonality, that was all that was important.

So, if she just pulsed that once…

"G-Got it," Miina announced, standing up and taking a step back. This range should be good, right? So… go.

Ah, she was really starting to enjoy the sight of things exploding, even if nothing got blown up.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Tyaethe

She could have avoided being picked up; there was nothing impairing her reaction times. She could even have broken free after that, even without causing (real) damage. Watching Fionn try to keep his grip on a suddenly armoured figure even larger than he was would be an interesting one.

But all of that would have been more exertion than she thought was a good idea, so the vampire just pounded her (less) burned fist on his back. "This is no way to carry a lady!"

Still, there was enough slack for her to wriggle around to a seated position with the air of someone who's done this too many times before, even with her somewhat limited range of motion right now.

The vampire gave a slow blink at Renar's announced desire to take armour. "Do none of you have any sense of self-preservation? Those idiots nearly drew Rozenalt's entire attention, and now you're taking magic fae armour?"

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Now properly dressed for battle – that is, clothing that could accommodate some armour without looking ridiculous, and more importantly having a hat – the Mystral slunk along at the rear of the group, almost coming to a complete stop in the prison. This close to meeting up, and she had to go into the bowels of the cathedral rather than follow the trail? Mm… well, there probably wasn't much of one at this point, especially if he'd done a proper disappearing trick after recovering anything that had been confiscated.

But there was no time to stand here thinking about how this had happened again, and instead she hastened to keep up as they trundled ever deeper.

Miina had no idea what she was expecting here, but fish lizard men leaping out of the rivers wasn't it. But it was very nice of them, to her, to be all… wet. It made them a much easier target for what was about to come – if they were intelligent, maybe they would have stayed in the water and let them past?

"Thundara," the redhead's voice was quiet, but the spell itself wasn't, in the confined space. Hmm, that was something she hadn't really thought about, was it? Still, electricity and such invitingly wet targets… it was nice watching it jump. That should thing things out a little for the frontline fighters.

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

Lucia Felicia Bellecourt + Juliet

Felicia stuck close to Juliet's side, not having said a word since… hmm, wait, had she even said anything to these people yet? Juliet had handled the introductions after they had been assembled and she hadn't worked closely with any of them before. So… maybe she hadn't said a word to any of them at all.

Not that she expected her particular skillset would lend itself much to an anti-smuggling operation, her familiar was one thing, but if they found themselves reliant on magical barriers then things had gotten… quite out of hand. Even more out of hand than the bit where there was a fey-smuggling operation at all, really; just what sort of people went around smuggling fairies? Beyond being illegal, it was just tasteless, and surely there was no reason to not do it properly, you would have far fewer problems in the long run if you just worked with the fairies…

Juliet, for her part, was actually paying attention to where they were going and their surroundings, while her mistress appeared to be looking mostly at the floor and entirely caught up in her own thoughts. She didn't relish the thought of breaking into a smuggling operation at night, it was still too easy for the smugglers to maybe set up an ambush. Especially with how loud everyone was being, talking and… clanking along, in one case.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

… really? Just like that, she was gone? That was… okay, Miina hadn't been looking forward to engaging in a knife fight with a specialist, but she wasn't super bad at it or anything, and magic did a lot of bridging! The Mystral stood, tail flicking in annoyance, until Rudolf could join her in trekking through the city towards the fading aetherial pillars. No prizes for guessing who was at the other end there, she supposed.

There was one detour the redhead forced into their path after confirming that she was unharmed and that whoever-it-was had been pretending to be Alambert – picking up that last bottle she had been saving for later, fortuitously stashed away far enough from the warehouse to be unaffected by anything sent flying by the explosion. Or caught up in the whole accidental fire that resulted. The contents only barely lasted the length of the journey.

Once assembled with the other Kirins, Miina's initial report was considerably brief: "F-Found Alambert. He was selling out to V-Valheim, so I tried to k-kill him, but it was actually some… L-Low Key woman that had replaced him? Exploded the warehouse to try and g-g-get away."

What else? Oh, right. "V-Valheim will be here in a few hours. Wake me up th-then."

Yeah, getting some sleep in sounded nice. Any flat surface would do.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Ah, damn it, couldn't these people have the good sense to just burn to death in the exploding warehouse? Or at least fall unconscious, or be distracted by the burns, or something! What was the good of setting up a big explosion if everyone was left standing afterwards? She'd have to go ask Elly for pointers.

Of course, that would require surviving. At least that was made easier by everyone loudly talking about their plans – and thank you, small little healing, for making sure that ringing went away – but now Rudolf was here. So… just running was probably out of the picture, Miina didn't want to have to explain to everyone else why she had left him to be stabbed to death by whoever-it-was in a building she had set on fire.

And he was nice enough. Even if he was weird and carried around a sword he had no plans to use.

Flinging herself out of the way of the first brace of knives, the Mystral hastily pushed herself off of all fours and ready to meet the foreign woman blade-to-blade—

Well, nearly.

"Haste. Protect. Blink," Aaaaah, this was going to suck; she probably only had one more spell in her. This was what she got for using magic all day to keep up with the constant drinking. And then going in for a OHKO. And then blowing a building up.

Okay, so Miina had done quite a lot, all told, the real problem was showing up dressed to… not blend in, but not really be out of place. This would have to compensate for armour – and thank you, again, Rudolf, for buying the moments needed – and only having a knife for now. Hopefully, Rudolf would finish with the others or something fast, so Miina could either get an opportunity… or flee…

Or maybe whoever this was would just get bored. Sounded like her plan was toast if everyone else was dead, whatever it was.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

“I am two hundred years older than you,” Tyaethe said slowly, even swapping back to Veltish as if that might help with comprehension. Grounding her? How did Fionn really hope to do that? Grounding required some notion of… well, going out. Doing things. Neither of which, as a rule, the vampire tended to do all that much.

… also he couldn't actually enforce anything and the only way she wasn't his senior was the physical.

Her reaction to the blood being thrust in her face was considerably… hungrier than normal, locking onto it with a frighteningly intense expression until she turned away, focusing instead on watching what the Nithyr were up to. “Maybe ask me… later. When there aren't enemies.”

Even if the number that posed a threat had dwindled to one or two. And she had faith in the knights. Still, waiting until things were calmer couldn't hurt.

@The Otter

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Being spun round in the middle of a battlefield nearly ended very poorly, the vampire grabbing the offending limb and nearly squeezing it to breaking point before she realised who it was. Poor awareness, maybe, but it wasn't like the remaining fey were clamouring to run through the spots of fire… or that she could hear something comparatively quiet over the sound of crackling flames and her own laughter.

Fortunately for Fionn, the fire lapping away from where it stuck to her skin was merely ticklish rather than all consuming. This didn't stop her from trying to glare a hole into his head. "Don't do that."

“I could, but whether I should isn't my choi—” the vampire cut off, frowning and focusing on the fire, muttering to herself in Ithillane, “_{‘I never asked you to, Yaya’, ‘This was your decision, you can end it,’ What am I meant to think when you make it burn? You don't need to communicate through fire sounds.}"

Letting go and waving her hand, the golden flames on her person cut off entirely, leaving only a perimeter burning to keep the Hunt from getting ideas. Not that she expected they would; without their leader, they ought to break into a rout any second now, once the last few notable presences were dead…

Despite none of Rozenalt's injuries sticking, Tyaethe looked quite the sight: her dress was basically a few singed scraps clinging to modesty, and the burns from the flame hadn't entirely healed, leaving a nasty pattern of burn scars winding from her stomach to her throat, and entirely down the one arm that had held the Bloody Lord in place. "Ah, these are going to take weeks to heal properly… well, it was fun all the same~"

At least her alarming cheer bounced back quickly. "Did you have fun?"

@The Otter