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Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

From the looks of it, they had managed to pierce through the front gates, though the commotion down south gave him some pause, before looking directly at the keep. He recalled his reports out this place being pretty decrepit, swarming with bandits, and needing to be repaired due to multiple weak points. Einar sighed, his chest rising as he flicked the wrist holding his sword, staining the grass with crimson droplets as they flew off the blade. He didn't plan to rest, but he did do what he considered to do best besides wield a sword - observe, and thankfully his eyes were as keen as his ears as conflict occurred to the south of him. Resuming a combative stance, Einar looked to the ensuing skirmish down south, only for some of it to be resolved. As the mercenary was about to dart south to assist, he stood still, instead whipping his head to look at something north of him. From a brief observation, he observed that the integrity of the keep appeared to be weakened in a certain area, worn and eroding with a few holes here and there; hell, he could possibly see in side if he got closer. He could see inside. Einar blinked, quickly looking to the blast powder he currently had, followed back to the wall, and the conflict transpiring at the entrance to the keep, cycling through this one more time before smirking and bobbing his head up and down. There was a plan being concocted in his mind at this moment as each information and item were thrown into the mix, all being brewed together as he pivoted around, facing the general direction of Alnard. "Alnard," he bellowed, sprinting towards the prince like a jubilant school girl, his sword being a perfect substitute for the girls drooling dog as it splattered all over the area indiscriminately. "Er, Alnard, sir, we might be able to breach through a wall north of here with the blast powder," Einar exclaimed, turning and pointing in the general direction. "If you bring a small group of people, we could easily infiltrate the fortress, possibly disrupting the flow of battle for the bandits while simultaneously making it easier for the southern advance to take them out. Just a recommendation."

_________________________ Status: Breaching like a bee Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Blast Powder [1/1] Experience 45/115 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action N/A Supporting Alnard (@Sho Minazuki)

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Aurel Fuchs

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Location:: Fire Pit
Interacting With:: N/A

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Aurel was completely silent as he traversed to the site, trailing behind Taka as the shorter boy departed for the fire pit. The thief only really responded to these statements with a light bob of his head and what appeared to be a weak smile, though it probably would of looked like a smirk to anyone else evaluating the situation.

Despite being the one who initiated this all, Aurel stopped and sighed, staring upwards into the deep blue sky; thoughts drifted like the clouds above as he held his hand out, as if he were a pauper begging for a pence. As Taka went further and further along the main path, eventually disappearing from view, Aurel seem to remain stuck, held there by some invisible force which caused him to become no different than a statue.

Despite the crisp, chilly fall, no wind really blew, his heart sinking for a bit before he bit his lips before turning his head in the direction of the fire pit, no longer averting his gaze as he blinked for the first time in a couple of minutes.

"This is really happening, huh?"

Well, no reason to keep them all waiting, then again, they were probably just as ecstatic as he was as he rotated his head and stepped off the beaten road, taking a more direct approach towards the pit.

The trees masked his approach as he drew ever so closer to the crowd of accumulating students, being able to make out the figures past the obscuring branches, bushes, and foliage. Of course, as he arrived, instead of intermixing with the crowds, he chose to skulk in the shadow of the towering trees, observing them all as he nipped at his finger, astutely listening to any phrases they might say - if they even said anything at all!

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Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Cabins
Interacting With:: Ayu (@Ammokkx)

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Hisakawa jumped at the first ding, feeling the hairs stand up on his back before going back down, hands flying off his face as he looked up and then back to the lifeless body of Fuduka. He could only really stare before shaking his head, pressing his fingers against his forehead.

This was completely ridiculous, asinine even; just what brand of reality was sane enough to require him to mull over and determine who was the culprit with the rest of these apathetic 'Ultimates.' There was a tumultuous amount of emotions surging within him right now, leaving him no room for reality right now, till Usui brought him back with that same, monotonous voice.

"Scared? N-no, I'm not scared, I'm fine," he was lightly shaking his hands, "y-yeah... I'm fine." Hisakawa's voice trailed off as his eyes shifted to Fuduka one last time before switching back to Usui.

Standing up, he followed right beside her, silent as they went to the fire pit together. On arrival, Hisakawa lingered only here or there, keeping close to Usui for the most part. While this all felt somber, a few decided to chat it up for a brief moment, but honestly, he had no real answers as he inched away from the others.

"So, uh, Usui," he stammered, staring at his feet before looking at her, "wh-what about you, are you scared?"

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

That sounds good to me, wonder how we might encounter each other? inb4 a stand battle occurs. I wonder who has more experience, Ciaran or Caffe.

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Ciaran

Florence, Italy || Shopping || Morning-Afternoon || Phil (@BCTheEntity)

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Even with the brisk movements of the stand, Ciaran easily caught each and every movement as it struck specific points on each of his bags, small boxes, and such; helped that he could feel the places the stand bumped and tapped. It was simple to identify what he was doing, finding that he was targeting the more unstable portions of his impressive haul. He felt no different than Neo, as everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Once Phil finished showboating, he refrained from rolling his eyes, instead keeping that ditzy facade up as he gave a toothy smile and batted his eyes while gasping. "Oh my, why thaaaaank you Phil," he exclaimed with a light, silvery giggle as he buried his face into the clothing products for a second before he peaked with one eye out. That same smile was obscured, but the way he eyed the taller man was different.

Ciaran's eye appeared much more keener, blinking for a moment as if to readjust like a camera focusing in on a specific subject, glaring at him. Slowly, his face turned, revealing a smile dissimilar from before. Of course, it would be easy to claim that it was the same as before, but this smile didn't reach his eyes.

Following that he tilted his head, nestling his head on his clavicle, before saying "Phi-iil~," as coyly as he could before leaning over, getting in so close that he was absolutely certain he was invading his privacy at the moment.

Even if this was the case, Ciaran didn't care.

"Don't be so naive and use your stand like that, especially its ability," he dropped all pretenses as he whispered into the older mans ear, hissing between the crevices in his teeth as he glared at him with sheer vexation. "I know you're just playing along, but why did you do that? Don't answer that, there's no right answer besides you shouldn't of," he silently spoke to Phil before returning to his position, his smile faltering for a mere moment, never truly regaining that same affability, at least for right now.

"That's just reckless, especially since you brought it out in a public place. There could be other stand users here, as well as a lead on this case," he talked low enough for Phil to hear only, continuing to lecture him, "using it could potentially scare them off or give them knowledge about your stand and possibly its abilities, allowing them to possibly get the jump or exploit its weaknesses."

Ciaran sighed, shaking his head before his smile somewhat returned to normal, "Basically keep its appearance and usage to a minimum ,and only utilize it when necessary, do you understand?"

~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~

Alexander Furst

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Confidants:: Ava (@addamas), Hakuro, Laurence, Raven (@FalloutJack), Romani (@Sync))
Whereabouts:: The Metaverse
Day:: Friday Afternoon

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Alex continued to lay siege to the blobs surrounding them, warding them all off as he glared at them with a ginormous, toothy frown, canines gritting as he swapped between holding down the trigger at times and tapping it. Regardless, most of his hits were connecting to say the least as he whipped the gun, stopping the gunfire for a split second before unloading into the face of some creature, who deformed and contorted when assaulted, hissing and growling as it flew back.

He didn't even hear Ava's cry as she shrieked for him to lay waste to them all, only really acknowledging her presence when he tilted his head to the side while switching targets to check on the two, only to witness her slamming her leg into a blob, causing it to fly directly at the boy.

There was barely any time to dodge, but he managed to do so by leaning back and letting it fly pass his face. This, of course, had the added drawback of causing him to fall straight onto coccyx; pain surged through his entire body as he felt his behind go numb as he bounced a bit onto the pavement. This was a small price to pay, as instead of tending to the pain, he fired on, blowing the creatures back.

As he continued mindlessly firing at the creatures while sitting on the pavement, legs splayed as he moved from one target to the next, he was brought back by that hat boy, Hakuro, calling out to her. Apparently utilizing your mind and focusing could give you a weapon, and it was that simple apparently. What wasn't exactly accounted for was his gun running out of ammo.

*Click, click, click, click, click, click.*

Alex could only stare down, completely brought back to this macabre reality as the bilious green fog came into focus once more and the miasma thickened once more, as if threatening to choke the life out of him. Maybe it was fear. As soon as no bullets came on, his breathing became slower tightened as he turned his head, looking down the stairs, the entrance to the subway behind them.

However, it wasn't long before Alex caught a glimpse of three silhouettes, two in the shape of a human, another gliding beside them - a bird. Looks like she found Laurence and someone else who was dragged in. With renewed vigor, Alex slowly rose up as his eyes flickered around as the multitudes of misshapen creatures, with a few new figures that looked to be shuffling out of the corner out of his eye. Even with these threats being drawn in, he still didn't forget that large beast that was bounding for them all.

"Plan, plan, plan, I need a plan," this was constantly reverberating and repeating in his head. Even with the obvious, get to the subway and somehow escape, there were still too many issues, too many stragglers in the way. Sure, he might of caused most of them to back off, but they were relentless, starting to encroach and even had a few who started to reform.

They were looking to get in the way of those three, but he wasn't having any of that as he swapped his grip to the barrel and rushed at the reforming, amorphous, monochromatic blob before bashing at what he assumed to be its head. Following that assault, Alex quickly pivoted around, watching as another sphere attempted a round two and looked to slam into him, only for him to counter by batting it away, swinging his empty gun like an American Baseball player.

"Hey, hurry up, we don't have much time, these things are closing in on us," he shouted as he ducked his head, only for one of the hovering creatures to woosh right over, "I really hope what you said is right bird!"

As soon as the three ran by him, Alex would begin his own retreat towards the subway, bashing, smashing, and kicking his way like some arcade beat em' up protagonist until he and the others made it to safety.

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Ciaran

Florence, Italy || Shopping~ || Morning-Afternoon || Phil (@BCTheEntity)

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There was a tune, a rhythm on the roads of Florence that one young man was tapping to as he rapped his fingers on the impressive haul he made - shopping bags, boxes towering on top of each other, all filled with multitudes of brand items, from Gucci, Prada, Valentino, with the list going on. It was quite the surprise that Ciaran could even carry all of these items, let alone be able to watch where he was walking, but in his own peculiar way, he managed it.

Ciarans face looked to be obscured by the befuddling array of clothes and shoes he may or may of not of purchased with some of the funds he was given by the Speedwagon Enterprises, but he didn't let that possible trouble deter him, nor did he let this wall that was as tall as the man he was supervising prevent him from observing not only the new stand user, but the vicinity.

Alas, this all came to an end when Phil interjected, questioning if he had enough clothes, which resulted in Ciaran turning to face the man, his head no longer buried in the copious amounts of clothing as he coyly tipped his head to the side before a small quizzical frown formed, "Do I have enough clothes?"

He pondered this and from the way his eyes were flickering about, it could almost be mistaken that he was performing quantum physics over how to create a more fuel efficient rocket and looked at different avenues to work from...

"Now dooooo I?"

If you completely disregarded the sing-song voice he chirped out as he pursed his lips, before smirking slightly. "I dunno Phil, there are plenty of other stores I want to go to and these bags are reeeeaaaally getting heavy," Ciaran pouted, sticking his lip out and looking at the taller man with puppy dog eyes.

In reality, it really didn't burden him much, and the closest burden he would have right now is a financial one. While the Speedwagon Enterprises were paying for his room (and by proxy, Phils), he did have to purchase his own food. He would purchase some fine dining, but alas, even he had to make sacrifices such as this - designer brands and clothes or luxurious and delicious Italian food? The choice was, sadly, clear from the get go.

"Maybe I could get a big, strong man to ease my physical woes, my poor, poooooor arms can't taaaaaake this anymore," he teased, his toothy grin widening as he looked over at the guy and chuckled heartily to himself.

Even with the deceptively ditzy attitude, he still kept on high alert and was keenly aware of the environment around him. Even with his face stuffed in the clothes, he had been noting a couple of the more unassuming landmarks, observing people pass by him, etc. One woman dressed in Prada and a bright red specialty designer jacket with a golden gryphon layer over the red had passed them about 2.8 seconds ago and was now about 2.94 meters away. About 5 meters away, there were two men, gossiping and chattering about differing subjects, one of them mentioning about how their cousin was accosted by some Passione mafioso a few weeks ago into another town and that was just a small portion of it all; he could only thank heuristics as he sifted through the crowds while babysitting Phil.

After all, he needed to be ready to fight at the drop of a hat as his shadow rippled a bit, as if someone cast a pebble into a calm, unperturbed lake, mimicking Ciarans every movements.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

Sword or spear, stab or slash, it didn't matter; just as his blade found itself buried up to the hilt in the mans chest, he wasn't the one to end the brigands life - that fell to the Themysciran who accompanied Sumire. It was a bit gruesome to watch as the spear cut through a part of his head, but he couldn't deny the effectiveness of the assault as the man fell limp, axe tumbling to the beaten dirt path. Einar silently responded with a nod as he looked to the corpse and shoved it to the ground, pressing his foot on its stomach before yanking the blade out, now dyed with the crimson of the mans entrails. Just as he was about to go after another, he heard a silvery, feminine voice call out to him, prompting to pivot around, holding his sword up defensively only to see that it was the lovely foreign girl. Funny enough, her attitude was a bit coarse and if she was any less pretty, he probably would of spat sarcasm right back at her, but instead observed with a taut, somber stare. However, what he witnessed was something unlike anything he had seen before and he felt as light as the wind and was able to bring a subtle smile to his face. "So this was what I was feeling when I caught a glimpse of her back in Garleton," he pondered briefly as his smile widened and he slightly nodded as a response. He wasn't sure if his heart skipping was a part of the invigoration he felt, but he didn't feel like questioning it as he turned back around, dug his feet into the ground, and flew back into the fray. His eyes were on two targets as he soared forward, eyes on the archer and the well-dressed mercenary at the gates. With Trace engaging the archer and Kyran the mercenary, Einar briefly analyzed the situation before directing his blade towards the archer. Tossing the blade into his left hand, he held the weapon out, aiming for the enemies back, primarily targeting their spine. As he approached the man, he got close enough to where his blade could cut him down and then pivoted around, not only slicing through the mans back, possibly severing his spine, but allowed him to keep the momentum and leg up. As he spun around, he planted his other foot on the ground and dart towards the next target. Either that blow would finish him or Trace would as he closed in on the mercenary that was in the midst of his attack against Kyran. Exploiting the opening, Einar looked to end this with one decisive strike by skewering him through the side of his chest as his thrust his blade forward, hoping Kyran could keep the mercenary preoccupied long enough for his sword to hit its mark.

_________________________ Status: Floating like a butterfly Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Blast Powder [1/1] Experience 15/85 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action Cutting down an Archer Criting with a Decisive Strike on the Mercenary Supporting Kyran (@CriticalHit) Sumire (@Amaterasu) Trace (@Haeo)

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Was just waiting for the post from BC, time for a follow-up response, because Ciaran did drag him along on a shopping spree xP

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Nine

Berlin, Germany || ??? || January 24, 1:15

"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute," he uttered, cracking his neck as he stretched his limbs in peculiar, inhumane directions, yet it wasn't enough to break them. Flicking his hands for a moment, he bent over to touch his feet before reaching back upwards. His unblinking eyes flickered throughout the room before he stared blankly at a wall before clearing his throat, "Some of the specimens nearby are foreigners from France and have accommodated a charter bus. The bus is located by the Oberbaum Bridge and is situated close to the Spree, but the current location of the driver is unknown." With a sigh, Nine shoved his hands into the hoodies pockets, arms slumped as he trudged towards the door, "I'll meet you over there, just gotta get that takeout first." With that said and done, Nines reached out and opened up the door, looking behind him at his handler, before looking back outside the dim room. And with that, he departed for a time. His handler really had no reason to worry, Nine always came back. Nine looked about the empty, dimly lit room as an extra large roller bag he had 'procured' from a specimen, the former contents dumped off in some unknown location, possibly a dumpster or down some sewers, it didn't matter to him. The place was abandoned and somewhat in disrepair, with graffiti lining the walls, with rodents and other bugs scampering about, but that didn't exactly matter at the moment. What did matter, however, were all the specimens from the vehicle, all standing in a row, straight as a platoon of soldiers, silent and listless. Nine stood there, rubbing his chin with one of his thumbs as he examined each of them, before sucking in some air and crooked a finger at his side. Like a puppet and his marionette, one of the bodies came to life, more precisely the recently deceased specimen known as Cheska Ridenour walked forward towards the number. He stared at her for a few moments before tearing the clothes off of her and tossing them to side; they would get in the way as Nine had her sit down before grabbing one of the woman's limbs and bending them in a particular direction until a snap only audible to him was heard. Nine continued this pattern, contorting, twisting, and generally just desecrating the body as he continued to make the woman compact enough to fit in the bag, making sure not to tear her skin; didn't want to leave a trace of blood after all. After a few minutes, Nine had finally finished compressing the woman and fit her into the bag, the size of her enough to fit a small amount of clothes. However, this presented a major issue for Nine. There were three other bodies, but he was fairly certain he could at least fit in one more, possibly two if he got creative with the placement. However, he wasn't one to ruminate on this for too long, as with a flick of the wrist, the other three flicked their heads. Snap! Right now, size did matter as the French Ambassador and the bald specimen stepped forward, stripping themselves and tossing whatever they had on them to the side. The larger man that he identified as the 'Glove' they had mentioned in thoughts, put a hand on the arm of the bald girl, with Nine putting one on the leg of the Ambassador. He then repeated this process, this time with the help of his early dinner, both of them snapping each bone, awkwardly bending each limb before rearranging the bag and stuffing the bodies in. The clothes would have some usage as Nine retrieved them and tucked them in-between the crevices of the bag, covering up the bodies and making it look as if he did have some clothes with him. There was some left over, but that would have its own use as the Glove arranged them in a manner similar to a covering on a table, despite it all being on the floor. Zipping the bag up, he now had one last job for the bigger man as he commanded him to take off his clothes and add to the pile. Walking forward, unfazed with his resting bitch face, he stared at the lifeless doll before him, looking at every part of him, his stomach yearning for a piece of his flesh. He could just savor it as he grabbed the mans wrist and began licking and nibbling at his fingers. In an instant, Nine pushed him down, still holding his wrist as he hovered above him, looking at his hand. Licking his chops, Nine sat on the side as he brought the index finger forward, fitting it all into his mouth. Crunch! In one swift bite, Nine severed the finger from his victims hand, munching and chomping away at the mans fingers, continuing down the line as he began to stuff his mouth. Any blood that leaked out he would suck up, as if he were a child drinking out of a swirly straw; he did say to dispose of them discretely and what better way to do so than to devour this last remaining piece of evidence after all. Plucking out an eyeball and popping it into his mouth, he felt the juices squirt out, gushing down his throat before he chewed up the eye and swallowed it. In this time, Nine smiled briefly, chuckling to himself as he continued to satiate his hunger until not even the crimson carcass of this man was left. It had been no less than ten minutes in that building as Nine tossed the remaining, bloodied clothes into a nearby dumpster, making sure to move the articles of clothing around with his neuron strips. He made sure to obscure every piece, making it so you couldn't discern that they had been stained by anything else other than garbage. With that said and done, Nine peered behind him, looking up at the vacant building, empty once again, before looking down at his luggage. ... With a huff, Nine walked down the alleyway, exiting it and merging with the crowds of specimens, flowing with each and every one of them. No one would know of what had just occurred a few minutes prior in those abandoned, deteriorating apartments, absent once more of any sort of life as the perpetrator began his next objective.

Objectives ::: Eliminate Chancellor Cheska Ridenour. ::: ::: Bring home some takeout for Eleven to cook. ::: ::: Locate the bus driver and leave Germany. ::: Status ::: Tired; wants to return home ::: Interacting ::: Classified (@Haruharara) :::

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Weird, I expected Phil and Ciaran to not be in the same group as the Lucidostella's, eh, guessed wrong I suppose.