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Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek @The Irish Tree @Crowvette @Rezod92 @Enkryption

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

"Go and eat something, we got some time. I'll handle the rest of the preparation." Skarsneek waited for Takeshi outburst to calm down and only then did he spoke his mind. No doubt the leader must be having an headache in strategic terms.

Turning to Kerry who was currently talking to his wife and Hinami, he interjected softly on Takeshi behalf to smooth things out. "He's just worried about the child inside of you, my dad does the same everytime mom gets pregnant. Can't help but worry."

"Sides, you did get yourself a bun in the oven after all in a situation where we need everyone operating at their best. So cut them some slack." He pointed out the obvious gently.

"But Gwendolyn huh? That's a lucky name." Or perhaps he should say unlucky? Skarsneek smiled as he recalled some fond memories of a certain idiotic knight he met a long while ago. Ah, that adventure was a wild ride.

I wonder if he's still honoring that bet. Skarsneek then burst into a chuckle, who was he kidding. That pompous, stick in the mud definitely was tromping around in that ridiculous get up.

But seeing their situation, an idea formed as he scratched his chin. He had a debt owed to him, wasn't it?

Food for thought later. He put it aside when his ears caught and saw Atsuha catching a look, and approached the two from behind.

Putting an arm around their waist as he pulled them closer for a hug with a grin. "A bridesmaid is to usually assist and accompany the bride. Kerry in this case."

"Though in mamono tradition, there's also more involved~!" Skarsneek added with a wink to Hinami and gestured with his thumb between his index and middle finger.

When an invitation come and Kerry making her leave, the goblin waved before smirking towards Atsuha and quietly commented. "If you're jealous, we can always try and beat them in quantity."

"Hey, Hinami, want to help your sister out as well?" He teased his sister-in-law as well, even as his mind was split on the quest that Alice asked them to go on.

The Heavenly Strike was one that seemed far more trouble than it's worth but considering nearly half of the task force is going alongside Kerry. He'll have to join in just in case, let the other do the heavy work while he sit back and close to Kerry.

After all, like he said earlier, he understood how his father felt the most since he was always by their side and what kind of goblin he would be if he disappointed his father?

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

After eating, cleaning and preparing himself, Gringor went back to the pagoda, ready and waiting for the fight to happen. He would've gone straight for it were it not for the fact that he need others.

Smirking darkly to himself, he swore he'll smash each and everyone of the basket 'eads into the ground.

So it was when he came back, he saw the underboss sitting to the sides tired and exhausted. He also heard the small growl and smell the slight acidic scent that came with hunger.

Without much thought, he pulled a jerky out and offered to Takeshi as he sat next to him.

"Food, eat. Need strength for fight." Gringor tacitly said before gesturing for Shizuka to go ahead and eat it.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Rezod92

Skarsneek blinked once, twice before raising a finger and mouth opened to comment before closing them back. One hand rubbed the back of his head at that.

Now, it wasn't like it was unheard since he knows that there potions granting other mamono ways to simulate a male genitals. He had personal experience before.

But never, had he heard of it succeeding in giving a child. Ever.

That alone should be far more groundbreaking than him being male.

Wait wait, maybe he was overthinking it. The answer is probably simpler.

So with that, he clapped his hands together in revelation."Ah, so Alice is a guy?"

Then a moment came before he shook his head. "Wait, that's not right, that's my stick."

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

So we looking to do this RP anytime within the month?

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

[ARC 2]

KUROZUMI HAKU

Slamming into the man, Haku brought him down into the ground though that’s when things started to go wrong.

For one, he couldn’t get to silence the man in time so when the shout happened longer than expected, all pretense of stealth went out the window.

Second, despite his superior strength, the man struggles was enough that he couldn’t cowed it down.

Third, was the ringing sound and stinging pain in his left leg.

Hissing through clenched teeth, Haku raised his arms and slammed it down on the throat with a hammer blow. Hearing gurgled sounds, he rained more blows towards the temple of the pirate's head.

Switching around, Haku swiftly moved upwards until he was in the dominant position and finally, he reoriented himself and managed to land to a clean hit that knocked the pirates out.

The body slacked under him, prompting him to stop for a second as he waited for any signs that this was a fake out.

No, no time. Hake swiftly took the mans clothes and tied the arms together tightly, kicked away the sword and smoking pistol.

That’s when he finally looked down to his leg and the red stain formed into a line.

He forced his breathing to be level, and assess it with all the focus. It was bleeding but not deep enough, not any veins nor bones.

Perhaps it was the cold rainwater seeping in, but he shivered more than expected as he tore part of his sleeves and quickly bound the wound. Once done, Haku looked to the sides for the hostage.

“Cori-Are you okay?” He froze for a moment when he recognized who it was and muttered before silencing himself. No need for her to know who it was as he quickly untie her binding.

Haku certainly prayed and thank the heavens above that he decided to investigate the tracks closer. Otherwise, who knows what would’ve happened.

“We need to leave.” If the scream hadn’t alerted the pirates, the gunshot certainly did as he quickly armed himself with more throwing darts and a short knife in hand. He tested his legs and felt it flexed as he ignored the tinge of pain.

Moving forward and taking point, Haku glanced backwards often to check if Coriander was close to him.

This was truly going to be hard, as he prepared himself the moment one of the pirates came down. His hand blurred and a dart slammed into one of their temple head on, leaving them outcold.

He placed himself forward and knife ready to intercept anything, even bullets as his senses extended to the limit.

Haku charged forward and then tossed another few darts as more came in, distracting them or hitting them dead on.

A second later, he was in their ranks and taking them down swiftly.

One punch to disorient, and single slice to the tendons. Not deep enough to cripple permanently but enough for months of healing.

His leg sweeped to the sides, taking one off balance and using his shoulder to charged into them. Forcing the man into another and tumbling the two down as he snapped his foot to their chins.

Don’t stop the flow. He muttered to himself as he moved forward to the next, giving the enemy time to think allows them to regain the pace and overturn it.

So with that Haku continued fighting as he reached the top of the deck, rain splashing and pouring down incessantly that it was like a curtain of water.

He scanned around the place quickly for more threat, seeing if there are any others before motioning for Coriander to follow.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

"Huh, so what made you change side Revuel?" Skarsneek one eyebrow rose as he rubbed the front of his head where he had headbutted the other sorcerer. "Usually you folks always scream to high heaven and hell that you're gonna kill us all."

Was it blunt? Yes, in Skarsneek's humble opinion. It was the best way to gauge how the other person reacts, whether they're actually a turncoat or a double agent.

It certainly wasn't because he has a grudge against them, no way, he was the most unbiased person when it came to Varjans. Totally!

"Well, welcome to Shizuyama, it's the current rainy season so bring an umbrella wherever you go." Whatever answer he received, Skarsneek rolled his shoulders and slapped the back of Reveul before feeling a huge headache coming when he sensed something in the air.

And true to his gut, when he turned around, the devil himself came.

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Rolling the cart around, Gringor finally reached their camp as he ignored the looks given to him and the cart. Singlemindedly pushing it to the center and giving a questioning look ocassionaly whenever someone comes close to the cart.

It was his loot, no one takes his loot.

Though his nose flared and sighed when he recognized the scent, rolled his shoulders and kept a more wary look. Can never be too careful around the goblins, always taking and stealing things.

"Warboss, came back after a fight. It was fun." Gringor curtly said with a sneer as he tilted his head to the unconscious form of that mercenary. "Brought another boi back for the band, right after bashing 'is noggin in."

"Not sure, but smells bad." He answered as Revuel checked his loot though he glared at the goblin coming close to do the same. "But it's all Gringor, and none for gobbo."

"I won't even touch you if you pay me, orc." Skarsneek said as he swiped at the white powder and let it touch his tongue before spatting it to the sides. "We're gonna have to let someone else identify what it is, could be some alchemy regents."

@AzureKnight

"Hey, Shizuka. Our orc here brought something back!" Skarsneek waved and shouted at their leader when he spotted him as he stood on top of the cart to get his attention. "You know what this is?"

Eitherways, Gringor would go and store it somewhere secluded and far away from the village. He also made sure to keep it dry as well by quickly crafting a crude shelter for the thing.

Later on at night and after refreshing themselves, the two attended the meeting hosted by Takeshi as he explained and outlined that they're now prepared to move into their final operation.

Skarsneek huffed as he crossed his arms, while Gringor grinned at that. It was time for their counter-strike and both could barely wait for it to come.

@Enkryption@Rezod92

As they're dismissed, Kerry came and announced Alice return?

"Oh, she did? Great!" Skarsneek said as he looked at Alice while Gringor only tilted to the sides, head tilted and perplexed. Wondering when did the latter left.

Though laying eyes on Alice, the two had a different reaction.

"That's Alice? Aren't you a little different?" Skarsneek said as he observed with his eyes and senses, sure, the weapon and all are the same but the mana was subtly different compared to the Alice he knows.

"Is gobbo blind, it's the same scent," Gringor commented crudely as his nose picked up the scent, there was a bit of difference but it was all the same.

Skarsneek spun to look at Gringor in disbelief, wondering if the latter eyes are working properly before turning to his wife and sister-in-law to whisper to her. "That's a different Alice right?"

Gringor started to leave as Alice left without much of an acknowledgment to them, which was typical of her and but confirming that it's the same Alice.

Though when Gringor received a flying letter from nowhere, as he snatched it mid-air, he looked at the invitation title. Lots of big words but one part had his undivided attention.

A surge of pheromones came as Gringor thumbed his fingerprint on the paper hard enough that it crumpled before he tossed it to the sides, all but signing his presence as he tromped to prepare himself for another payback. An orc doesn't back down from a fight, much less a high orc.

For Skarsneek, he too saw the same invitation and showed it to Atsuha. "Well, this is a party it but bachelor and bachelorette?"

"Hey, Kerry, who're you getting married to?" He asked as he waved the invitation to her.

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

[ARC 2]

KUROZUMI HAKU

From afar, Haku wasted no time as he inched closer the ship. Avoiding all lines of sight that could’ve given him away.

Fingers found purchase in crevices of the rocks near the ship as he climbed down like a lizard, seemingly sticking to the surface as he edged closer.

All he was doing, was relying on his finger strength and balance to get him past this.

Slow breath came as he was now within jumping distance of the ship, with no one at the crow's nest.

He held his position like a statue, ignoring the slow-burning sensation as his body hung alongside the rocks and water droplets falling off him.

Motionless, still. Haku kept his breath steady, waiting for a single moment

Then it came, lightning struck across the skies, flashing everything and would’ve revealed himself if he had continued moving.

The moment it returned to darkness, Haku thigh muscles twitched and he leaped across to the ship like a tiger towards the ships mast.

In sync, thunderous noise roared following the lightning's path and echoed multiple times.

Because of that, no other pirates realized the smaller thudding noise on their main mast.

Using the momentum, Haku spun once and then twice as he let go, grabbing onto the riggings then quickly dropped down.
Everything happened in less than a few seconds, and he immediately got to work.

Making a knife hand, it blurred towards a pirate that was about to turned towards him and struck his neck. Right at the artillery to slowed the flow of oxygen. Transitioning to a sharp palm slap to the chin, it sent the force right to the brain and shut the consciousness down.

Arms shot forward and he hugged closely to the pirate, spun and laid him down on the ground in one smooth motion to prevent any noise despite the rain. No need to take the risk.

One down. Haku looked to the next target, moving like a ghost. Aiming to disable all of them before binding them.

Those on the top of the deck on watch, came to a weird realization as a precise blow struck on their neck. Severing their consciousness as they went into the deep embrace of sleep.

Once done on top, Haku looked around as he took a small knife, cut the rigging easily before using it to bind them.

A moment later, he moved towards the deck, and kicked the rudder chain off before moving inside.

—

Once inside, he approached more carefully despite the water dripping off him.

It wasn’t too unusual, but it wouldn’t last long.

Eyes scanned around as he forgo stealth and focused on speed by moving through the narrow passage quickly.

So far, it seemed the skeleton crew was all above and busy.

If luck holds, it’ll just be the hostage only. If not-

Hearing something at the edge of his ears, he moved quickly before reaching the door of the cargo hold.

Pressing his ears and extending his sense, the best he can do was feel that there was someone behind it.

No other choice then. Haku pushed the door slowly at first to prevent any sound. Fingers went to the throwing darts attached to his back and switched to the blunt side first

But once it was free, Haku flung it open in a burst of speed.

Eyes swung around the area and his main attention came to the only man standing in the hold.

Hands shot out as his throwing dart was aimed directly at the neck and Haku closed immediately. Aiming to incapacitate the pirate by tackling him to the ground. Hands already ready to throw another dart if needed.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Körbl Meier

Name: Körbl Meier

Known Aliases: Mr. Körbl

Appearance: A man blonde hair man in his early twenties. Standing at 181 cm with a wiry but incredibly toned body. Wearing an old duster that had been with him but usually dressed in a simple grey long-sleeved t-shirt, blue long pants and sandals. Also often sporting biting on a toothpick.

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race:Demi-god, multiple generations down the line (Ares)

Alignment:Neutral

Mentor: Stephan Meier, Former Grandmaster of the Meier Sword Style.

Skills, Talents and Learning:

Swordsmanship (Master, Newly Minted): Körbl was the youngest student to reach the master rank of a swordsman. Letting him be capable of wielding the small humble messer, to the two handed ones. Epees, falchion, rapier, zweihanders.

Demi-god constitution: Körbl body is much tougher, faster and stronger than a normal human's and is capable of due to his heritage. Still in his youth, it'll take a while for him to fully mature and gain the strength that befits a demi-god of the Olympians.

Weaknesses:

One trick pony: Believing and dedicating himself to the sword, Körbl can understand and learn every aspect related to the sword. It's a way of life for him. Outside of that, not much and to its detriments, he also forsake other weapons in the process.

Pride: Reaching the rank master of a young age of 20, has done plenty of pride for him. The subsequent fall from grace did little to blunt it and only enhances other parts. Believing in the pride of a sword even more with nothing left to him.

Seeing red: While a patient man, it doesn't mean it's finite and once it's does boiled over, consequences are grave.

???:

Being a progeny of Ares means carrying parts of his strength but at the same time, the Divine can also influence Korbl both subtly and directly. And there are a lot Grudges that Ares carries or simply finding means to amuse himself.

Personality: A man of few words, Körbl often keeps to himself. Before the incident that lead him into the path of self-imposed exile, however, he was an easy going person. This especially can still be seen after a few drinks that can open him up. He's also very focused on his dedication to his craft of swordsmanship and is often traning outside of work.

Likes: Swords, reading, pottery and wood carving

Dislikes: Cowards, people who harms children, and smoking.

Background: Körbl Meier was born and raised in Germany, Dinkelsbühl, into a small family with him being the only son. An odd, perhaps fate or coincidence, the Meier family line was blessed with a wisp of power from gods, one that came from the Olympian line of the Infamous God Of War, Ares.

As one of the many offsprings sired by Ares, the Meier family origin benefited from this as their physical prowess was greatly improved and capabilities to recuperate from their wounds much faster. Nothing as fantastical as other villains or heroes that could outright regenerate a limb or were essentially immortal, the Meier in comparison was still able to recover much faster compared to normal humans and was considered a family famed for their strength.

This was what allowed his father to be a teacher of historical sword fighting techniques that managed to stay true to its roots for practical combat, and had seen some limited uses amongst the army for a way to suppress and restrain others. Körbl studied it from young by his watchful and earnest father, he took to it like fish to water. Even at a young age, his father paid close attention to Körbl so that one day, the latter can succeed him properly.

And Körbl thrived, he enjoyed every moment of learning the art of the sword, fighting and even war.

However niggling thought came to him as the years went by.

What was the point of the art dedicated to war without war?

This question gnawed at Körbl slowly but he pushed it to the back of his head. Yet, over the years, that question ate him inside out until it all came to a head where during a celebration after being crowned a Master of the Meier Sword style.

A few gangster had interrupted the celebrations and started causing a scene. Moving to try to diffuse it, Körbl had to calm things down between the gangsters with the owner, a man that had practically watched him grew up. To leave the premise peacefully.

Relatively, it should've been a minor incident but something urged the gangster to escalate. One in particular moved from words to guns as they pulled out a gun towards him first, squeezed the trigger before boasting they'll do the same to the store owner.

At that moment, after imbibing multiple highly alcoholic drinks, in the high of his career, dealing with a hopeless gang that seemed intent on starting problem before facing an actual life and death scenario, the world slowed to a crawl from his perspective.

Körbl felt something snap at that moment, as a voice echoed and resound within him. Shrieking and roaring hard enough that his vision went red and blurry that his body acted before his mind processed what had happened.

Long training honed into him since a boy, Körbl snapped a nearby steak knife and sliced the gangster in half. Neatly avoiding the rib bones, cutting only the spine and lungs in one fell swoop. The gangster in question was ,still clutching the gun and firing it off, didn't even realized that he was dead until the top half fell onto the ground uneceremoniously.

It took barely any effort for Körbl to end his life as the sweet overwhelming sensation of victory, triumph, and enjoyment was...liberating. Like he was born to do this.

Yet the moment it passed, he was confronted to horrific scene of a man half they used to be, the other gang members running away in terror, followed by patrons of the store. But what made it worse was the looks given by the owner and soul-crushingly, his father who had moved to intercept the gangster but was far too slow.

A deep sense of regret and shame filled him. He had unintentionally slain someone in cold blood, bad person or not, and felt that he had let himself, the art of sword and most of all, his own father down.

Panicking and feeling completely disgraced, Körbl fled the scene, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a sword. Which was strange since he don't remember ever carrying or attaching it to himself.

Nevertheless, he hitched a ride, first out of Germany, and then outside of Europe. Far away from his homeland. He didn't even felt clean that he was still in the same continent after his father, no doubt, saw him as a monster.

By the time he had come to terms with what he had done, he had snuck onboard illegally on a flight bound for America.

Homeless, a murderer and illegal immigrant. Körbl was resigned to his fate but the last thing he can do is to at least dedicate himself to Art of Sword so he'll never lose control like that ever again.

So with that in mind, he arrived into one particular city as a muscle for hire when the plane stopped. His plan was to aim for whatever odd jobs, bouncer or even less than legal activities. Though he stops at gang member activities due to his dislike of them.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@Crowvette

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

"Hmm, feeling a lot better now." Skarsneek said as the fairy strained herself to do a final spell for the benefit of everyone. Not exactly wise since it'll just make her vulnerable.

Still, that it managed to affect the villagers was something he certainly isn't going to deny that it was helpful. Support was at least on their side for now.

Scooping the fairy gingerly with both of his hands before passing her to Shizuka.

"Here, she wanted you to carry her." Skarsneek nonplussed said as he packed his weapons together.

"Well, if you want to decorate using Varjan corpses, do it in front of their base. Scares and rattle them, after all, that's what they all say about us monsters anyways. So might as well take advantage of it." He placed a hand on Io shoulder at her comment.

"Just don't do it too often, otherwise they'll stop surrendering and start fighting to the death." Skarsneek pointed out after a moment of thought.

As they walked back, Skarsneek looked towards a certain direction for a moment before deciding against it. He just wants to go home.

---

Once he was back with everyone, Skarsneek waved lazily as towards Takeshi and...another person.

"Hey, you betcha! We took care of all the Varjan. Even bag this guy called Na'Kratz or something." Skarsneek played it off with a smile and a thumbs-up. "Ports open, and we can put the refugees over there. If they want to."

Hearing the back and forth, Skarsneek inclined his head at the sentiment of rest. "Yea, we'll need some time to rest. Sharpen ourselves and get some final preparations. Don't worry, if the Varjans didn't kill him on the spot, they won't be killing him anytime soon."

"Probably wanted to 'convince' him to join the Varjans. Not standard tactics but there's precedence. That's how they managed to grow so fast over the years too. So we got some time, they'll need to reorganized too since they lost the momentum." Skarsneek extrapolated further to Takeshi, giving him a slight insight to their enemies and calming him down.

Granted, he left out the details they might stop being sweet and start being really mean if Takeshi father kept being stubborn in resisting them.

Skarsneek however stopped one foot away from Reveul, looking at the man as he studied him up and down.

"Also, who are you?" Skarsneek asked with a raised brow, he don't recall meeting this person before.

Afterall, he definitely would've remembered. Considering this was a Varjan.

---

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Patient. Gringor said in between strikes, missing the air as he slowly figured out what's going on.

"Don't worry, you get joke soon." Gringor swung his weapon once, then twice.

Well, as that monk said, does what he do best.

At the last moment once he got closed, Gringor swung his weapon horizontally in an obvious manner.

Only with one major difference, he let go at its apex.

The axe spun wildly, forcing the mercenary to either dodge or deflect.

That was a distraction, as Gringor swiftly charged forward and tackled the man in a crushing bear hug. Dragging the two down into the mud for a fistfight even as he landed a few jabs into the liver before landing into the solid ground.

Once there, Gringor tightened his grip and raised the mercenary in his grasp before slamming the latter down into the ground again.

On and on, he would continue the process until either the man succumbs or pass out.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

How the hell do you slice someone in half with a knife? Did he take multiple swings until he got all the way through?

@Skwint

He's both that strong and skilled to do that, it's not an exaggeration when lots of heroes (And sometimes villains) pulls their punches on normal people. Korbl in this case didn't and ended up outright just cutting a man in half.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Editted, waiting for GM approval.