Savo

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

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

As Einar got off his strike, he quickly yanked the blade out of the body before backing off, narrowly avoiding being struck by a low kick from the recovering bandit. Despite all the ruckus that had been wrought, he swore he could hear the sounds of some shouting coming from the dilapidated doorway. Twirling his sword, he had no doubts that a swathe would be coming soon as he felt a blast of combustion from behind him, pivoting to witness Alnard entering the fray, as well as realize that the person he called out to wasn't Kyran, but someone else who emerged from the outside - an older knight in armor that he saw around camp nearby Alnard. His eyes shifted between the entrance inward as well as the still very much alive assailants they were facing as they scrambled to recover. Einar primarily kept his eye on the one he attacked, who was clenching the side of his arm while blood leaked out profusely, groaning and barking out in pain. The mercenary locked eyes with the rabid pugilist, seeing the smoldering fury in those eyes as he clenched his jaw. Einar merely took a deep breath before adopting an defensive stance once again while the pugilist held up a bloodied fist, the other arm limping somewhat uselessly, though twitching from time to time. From what he could observe, this man was completely focused on him, disregarding the other experienced knight. As Einar began to back up, the brigand began to slowly trudge towards him, before instantly breaking into a sprint. Quickly, Einar aimed his sword at the mans vulnerable side, only for the bandit to switch priorities from punching his handsome mug in, to ramming straight into him with some thick, studded leather. Squinting, his breathing stilled, moments away from getting smashed by this fool. Instead of playing at this game, the mercenary opted to just side-step the man, whose bullheadedness brought him almost careening into that mounted knight. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he instead chose to dash forward and strike a blow to the brigand that was engaged with the princeling, hoping to catch the man off-guard as he brought his blade down.

_________________________ Status: Planning and Prioritizing Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Experience 45/115 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action Disengaging from the Pugilist Attacking the other Brigand Supporting Alnard (@Sho Minazuki) Artemisia (@Lugubrious)

Spirit Wielders!

Alright, so here's my general evaluations involving each and every application posted in the chary tab. I am going to regret everything after going through all of these, but it will be a fruitful effort ripping and tearing through this till I drop. Those that I don't have any issue with will be listed at the top. I'll be somewhat lenient on certain parts, but I will try to ensure that most applications adhere to what is listed in the OoC.

This is only for the people who have had their chary sheets accepted. I will get to the unaccepted sheets as soon as I can, but for now, lets get this show on the road.

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@Duoya | @Bubsy 2 | @GreenGoat | @banjoanjo | @ClocktowerEchos | @Chasers115 | @The World

You all are good to go for now.

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@Lasrever

In any case, a few things I need to ask.

For starters, how quickly can she drain the energy of other people? Is there theoretically no limit to how many people she can be taking energy from at once? Does it matter what kind of touch there is whether its her grabbing someone or being clustered up and keeping contact? How quickly can she drain energy when she's out of spiritual energy? Is it a slow ramp? What's the point of storing five years worth of energy if it drains in just one day?

Just need to know before I can form some proper judgement.

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@Scribe of Thoth

Alright, so, questions.

For starters, how long will it take for him to cause something to decay? While you did state about prolonged contact, I would like an exact number on that, i.e. seconds, minutes, etc. Furthermore, by contact, does it need to be specifically with the catalyst, or can he just grasp someones hand and start rotting them there? If gripping or touching them is the case, then will it speed up if he just grapples them/is touching more parts of a persons body?

I need to know more before I can come to a tangible conclusion about your character.

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@Snagglepuss89

Something just seems strange with this character and I can't exactly put my finger on it. Generally speaking, the powers are OK, at least, I find nothing too lore breaking or breaking in general about them. I think it might be more on the characterization side of it all, but I think it has to be the general question of why is he even fighting? Why is he teaching when he lacks the energy to do so? Why doesn't he just finish his studies? Why is he more tired than the girl who has 5+ spirits leeching off her who doesn't seem tired at all? Why doesn't he just break off the pact despite the spirit being nothing but an ungrateful nuisance to him and making him drained?

There's a lot more, but honestly, I don't understand the character. I'll get back to you on this all when I've ruminated on it a bit more.

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@PapiTan

I'm curious about this one as a result of Snaggles chary since I want to maintain consistency - why is it that she can have control over so many spirits, yet not have the same characterizing fatigue as Arthur? Granted, I know what you wrote down in the weakness section and that's fine, but how is she not suffering in the same way as him?

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The only complaint I have for everyone, GM's included, is the fact that most of these applications are cluttered and unorganized as hell, Jesus Christ. I'm going to refurbish the application down the line, or at least make the main one more organized.

I'll get to the pm's down the line, but for now, I'm going to bed.

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

Aurel Fuchs // Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Courtroom
Aurels Interactions:: Chikako, Taka (@Ammokkx), Ginshi (@KenjuGuy)
Hisakawas Interactions:: Aurel (@Savo), Ginshi (@KenjuGuy)

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"... no, that isn't it."

Aurel spoke up, barely above a whisper, snapping his fingers before pointing it at Chikako, momentarily before being cut off by Ginshi, causing the thief to retract his arm back instantly, as if he was flinching. He could wait, he suppose, fidgeting around for a moment as he made his own proclamation before turning the spotlight back to the thief.

"Huh?" With a gulp, Aurel held a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, "Uhm, I mean, I c-can answer that in a sec', but let me finish addressing this whole debacle we have first." With a sigh, he returned his gaze over to Chikako before pointing at her.

"Anyways, it's impossible for Taka to be the killer, same goes for Snow and Ryuma; those statements Monokuma make that abundantly clear" Aurel crossed one arm across his chest while resting his elbow on his hand, pressing his middle and index fingers against the bridge of his nose, humming to himself.

"I mean, I see where you're going with this Aurel. Taka wouldn't count since Monokuma stated that the killer needs to lead two people with them to the corpse; Taka only lead Ryuma."

"Precisely, but it's a lot more than that," he rapped and tapped at the bridge of his nose with both of his fingers for a moment, before extending his arm out, palms open, "I can infer Monokuma just came up with the rule as well. Even if he didn't, no one knew about this rule making it nigh impossible for anyone to take advantage of it."

With a sigh, Aurel looked down at the monitor crossing his arms once more and tapping the side of it, "So yeah. Unless anyone disagrees with this assessment, I believe we are three steps closer to determining who murdered Naomi."

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"Well, you do kind of has a good point," Hisakawa uttered, scratching the back of his neck while pointing at the thief, "but anyways, with that out of the way, at least for now, mind answering Ginshi's question?"

"Uh, sure," Hisakawa watched as the thief bobbed his head up and now, rapping his fingers on the side of the podium as he stared down at the monitors. He could only watch Aurel with a scrutinizing intent, squinting at him as he tapped the bottom of his chin.

"It's just as Yukimori said, it was yanked out, not very cleanly I m-might add. It's less sneaking and more brute forcing the door open. They probably did it using a crowbar or something, but I'm not entirely sure."

And with that, the emotionless thief came to a close, almost looking blankly at all of them. Hisakawa sighed; outside of noticing a bit of nervousness, there was nothing to glean from this, besides whatever he inferred. Shrugging, he ruffled his hair before extending an arm out, "Maybe we should move on from the door for now? As far as we know someone broke in by force, but we aren't completely sure how they might of done it, or how long it might of took."

Suddenly he snapped his fingers before looking around and sheepishly retracting them, "Er, maybe establishing the time she was murdered might give us more ideas about the time-frame it took to break in? I mean, thats been on my mind for a while and I might have an idea of the time, but want to hear your guys opinions first."

~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~

Alexander Furst

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

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"Ava?"

Alex could only stand there, befuddled and bewildered as the rest of the blobs as the battle came to a standstill the moment Ava began shouting and generally appeared to be throwing what looked to be a tantrum. He could hardly blame her if that was the case, his heart racing faster than the speed of light. Strangely enough, he noticed that the blobs had stopped for a brief moment, a few even shivering, causing the young man to raise an eyebrow.

As much as he would curse himself for this later, for standing around like a dolt, there was something oddly mesmerizing about this all, yet equally haunting. A knot was forming in his stomach as something nagged at the back of his mind, telling him that there was something wrong.

Then, it hit him.

Quite literally in fact as a violent gust of wind burst forth from the girl, slamming Romani into a wall, and causing the bird to whirl, twirl, and eventually be flung into the subway. It was difficult to stand his ground, but with most of his efforts, he was able to dig his heels in, averting falling flat on his ass. He could only grit his teeth and close his eyes, shielding it with one arm as it happened.

The moment he was within the eye of the storm, he had witness possibly both the most beautiful and terrifying thing in his life.

For starters, the blobs had been scattered away, some flung into the sides of buildings like an abstract art piece, which was the good part to Alex, making him chuckle at the absurdity of this whole situation. The other thing, not so much, causing Alex to stop his chuckling completely as his eyes widened, with the boy frowning. Instead of his resting bitch face, his reaction was not so dissimilar to a character realizing they're about to be killed in a horror film.

Alex was shaking as he stared at the thousand eyed, million handed monstrosity that was floating in the in the air. It was like those spheres, except juiced up to an unnecessary degree. The eyes were of different shapes and colors and its hands were a slick redish-black hue, a few of which were wrapped around some creature that appeared nearby Ava.

On cue, he sprinted towards her with a wild look in his eyes, tommy gun held like a baseball bat. Who was almost ready to swing, until he heard another person cry out that creature was killing her. Her?

The world came back into focus, no longer consumed by the haze, Alex took a brief look around to realize that Ava was choking, being strangulated by some unknown force. Then, it hit him. "No fucking way, that... bird thing is her?" Well, it was some part of her, that was to be sure; his first thoughts went to stands, but that was a topic for another time as he jumped up, trying to swing at the limb dragging the creature that was apparently a part of Ava or something towards it.

However, it was all for naught as that limb was always out of reach; unluckily for Alex, the same couldn't be said about the others as one darted forward, barely giving Alex a reprieve to avoid the path.

Hoping to the side, he watched as the limb slammed into the pavement, causing debris and some mortar to fly past him before it retracted back, whipping as he watched another fly out. It didn't target him, but instead wrapped around Ava's creature. Slowly, more and more began to envelop it, embracing the poor soul.

There was nothing he could do left, besides look over to the side, looking at the fainted Ava. Clenching his fists, Alex could only opt to do one thing and rushed to Avas aid. Hoisting her up onto his back, he could only watch as the beast consumed that poor, poor creature as he hustled down the stairs and into the subway.

His heart continued pounding with each step he took down, looking to the duo who were helping the unconscious Romani down each step. Alex couldn't help but look back at his friend, a grimace forming on his face as he continued going down each step until he witnessed something that shouldn't be there.

Why was the bullet train from his dreams here?!

Alex blinked at the sight, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips as he leaned in and squinted. Could this honestly just of been a dream? Did he actually pass out? "No, the pain was too real. Possibly lucid?" He would figure it out later as the doors open and he was beckoned in by a familiar face.

The next few minutes were just a swirl of events as the two unconscious members of their group lay on the seats, asleep, unaware of their locale. Alex did his best to take this all in, but he was fixated on Ava, biting his lip as he swapped between their discussion, Ava, and the window.

Alex was completely silent, with a morose stare that reflect of the window, lost in thoughts, trying to make sense of all this.

Is this all real?

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

I think I'm gonna drop for now, namely since I hit a wall when working on my character, writers block is fun.

A Gym Challenge-styled Pokemon RP~

Maybe, might have an idea for a character.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Nine

Berlin, Germany || ??? || January 24, 1:20

Materializing out of the crowd of people like a ghost in some mist, Nine rejoined his handler, staring at the man with those same, empty eyes he had when departing to gather the bodies. Holding a fist up to his mouth, he burped in to the hand before dully muttering an apology to the man as he rapped his hands on the handle of the roller bag, barely tilting his head around in an attempt to locate the charters driver. However, it looks like he had everything under control as not a moment had passed before the bus rolled up, with a bald man exiting the vehicle before issuing for the duo to enter. Just as his handler did, Nine followed obediently, pushing the handle down before hefting the heavy luggage up as if he was a child playing with a crude rag doll. Dropping it carefully into one of the seats nearby, Nine sat a short distance away from the agent and his handler, but not so much were he was out of arms reach. And then, the trip began. Another easy job finished. Sighing dreamily, Nine reclined the chair, smiling briefly as it eventually stopped at a certain angle. Finally, he could get some rest as they headed back; his eyelids were drooping and he had to stifle a yawn, but before he could doze off, he was jolted awake by the agent who prompted Nine to also listen up. Shaking his head and shrugging, he leaned over the side, resting his head on the palm of his hand, rolling it slightly to the side while having it bob back and forth like a bobble head. His eyes were always dangerously close to shutting, only for them to open again, blinking rapidly, tears forming as a result of his yawn, causing the child to wipe it away. This process repeated for a couple of minutes until every bit of information had been relayed to the duo. While his handler ruminated over it, Nine instead formulated a simple plan to himself that would require several steps to complete once they arrived, before slumping back and falling asleep. What was the plan in question? Well, it was to identify their assailant and devour him of course, that is if they showed up; no way he could fit in another specimen into this bag, as much as he would like to. Nine's slumber was short-lived, being roused from it by his own handler who told him it was time to go. There was a shift in the tone of the professionalism here; was it fear that permeated the atmosphere? Nine couldn't tell, but it was definitely different than the room they were occupying during the assassination attempt. Regardless, the man made one final response, ushering them into the elevator as it slowly closed, leaving the two alone within its confines. "Contingencies are being prepared in case they attempt to strike. I'll eliminate those specimen like the last target." His voice was cold, aloof, spiritless, bland, yet there was a stern ruthlessness to it. They will return to Rome alive.

Objectives ::: Return Home; Eliminate this Mysterious Assassin if Possible ::: Status ::: Sleepy, yet alert ::: Interacting ::: Classified (@Haruharara) :::

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

Aurel Fuchs // Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Courtroom
Aurels Interactions:: Monokuma (@Ammokkx)
Hisakawas Interactions:: Yukimori (@xxlanatjexx)

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"Yukimori has a good point," Hisakawa chimed in after ruminating to himself for the past few minutes, pressing a finger against the side of his cheek as he looked to the side. "Plus, even if we completely missed that, it just wouldn't make any sense on her part to do so," the finger on his cheek suddenly shot forward, pointing directly at the crowd, waggling his finger between the lot of them.

"It wouldn't make any sense for the killer to commit the crime in their own room. That's just... kind of stupid if you ask me." With a breathy sigh, Hisakawa leaned back, staring up at the flourished red curtains draped on the side; made him think of a stage instead of a courtroom.

Ricocheting back, bringing his finger up once again, "Though maybe we should try t-"

"Uh, I've got a question."

Before Hisakawa could finish, he was, surprisingly, interrupted by Aurel, who had been deathly silent and staring down at the podium ever since the trial started. He honestly suspected that there was a possibility it could of been Aurel, but he would save that reservation for another time, "Uh, sure Aurel, shoot."

Hisakawa watched as the thief sighed, closing his eyes as he brushed the hair out of his eyes, coldly frowning. He couldn't help but swear the guy shrugged before shaking his head; hard to tell if he was being rude or something.

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Oh god, he actually did it. Aurel could feel the blood rushing through his veins, pumping through every crevice of his body, his heart feeling as if it was going to jump out of his chest and run around this courtroom like a monkey on crack with a gun.

As he brushed the hair out of his eyes, he rolled his shoulders and shook his head, closing his eyes as he mentally steeled himself for what was to come next. Opening them once more, he gripped a fist before clearing his throat, "The question is actually for Monokuma," he uttered, pointing at the bear.

"Oh, uh, ok."

Aurel swore that Hisakawa felt a bit dejected after that and murmured a silent apology under his breath, turning to face the bear. "It has to do with the announcement you made when the body was found."

Retracting his arm and pursing his lips, the thief rested one arm on the back of one of his palms, pressing a finger to the side of his temple as he stared over to the side momentarily, before returning his gaze to the bear. "I want you to give me an explanation over how it works, no details spared."

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

Ciaran

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

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Ciaran couldn't help but roll his eyes as Phil made light of the situation, though as much as he really wanted to grimace, he opted to just sigh before observing the are around him, gauging if anyone had even took notice of what had transpired before gazing back at the man with a burning look that was possibly hotter than five suns combined. "Yeah, unlikely to run into one, sure," the mans greenness was showing, but then again, he never told Phil his real job, outside of just keeping an eye on areas that had possible stand activity.

"That might be true for regular people, however," Ciaran moved the slews of baggage to one arm, turning his walk into an awkward balancing act as he barely avoided careening off to the side before pointing an index and middle finger gun at him, "from what I can recall, the researchers back at SORE did have a statistic that there is a ninety-six point three percent chance that stand users will encounter another stand user."

Ciaran touted his free hand like a cowboy preparing to gun down a whole horse before squealing as he lost a bit of balance, tipping the clothes over so they would fall into his other arm once more, nullifying the actions of his stand. "Just to point out, this statistic comes from over twenty years of research, so I would cull that mindset... also, there's the fact that I've been at this longer than you, just wanted t'point that out."

With a huff and a pout, Ciaran shrugged before jutting his chin out into his clothes, somewhat obscuring his vision once more, "Anyways, lets drrrrrrop this stuff off and grab some lunch! Say, whadya' feelin' today?"

Before he could receive a proper response, something or someone had collided into Ciaran, causing the swathes of clothing and boxes to comically shoot into the air before they all landed, splayed and scattered around the vicinity; of course, this also resulted in Ciaran and the other person to topple to the floor with a whumph.

The man didn't groan for long as he shook his head and brushed off his hair as if they had been infested with cobwebs for one-hundred years before blinking. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; his eyes widened, jaw dropping, almost quivering if you will, as he stared across from him. "OH NOOOOOOO!"

The effeminate shriek reverberated through the mall, the palm of one hand plastered on the side of his face, the other hand shooting outward, wide open, almost like a claw as he exaggeratedly twist and shook it around. "MY DESIGNER BRAND CLOTHES!"

Instead of going up to help the girl, Ciaran was back on his feet in an instant, bolting for all the items he had just purchased and plucking them like a vulture devouring carrion. Funny enough, the speed he was going at would put Phil’s stand to shame as he began collecting all his scattered brands purchases.

Strangely enough, as he did this, there seemed to be a strange, thin red crystal painfully jutting out of the side of his hand as he continued to do this. Ciaran didn't seem to react to it, however, as he was preoccupied with reacquiring everything he had just 'lost.'

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

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

A few minutes earlier. With a nod and a mirthful smile, pivoting around and dashing to the area where the wall was weak enough to be breached. It was only a couple of seconds as the battle passed on by, but he seemed to block it out as he swiftly set it up, raising an eyebrow at the powder, blinking before looking back to the side, his eyes scaling up and to the sides of the walls. Clicking the roof of his mouth he returned his gaze to the crafted explosive, recalling that they were instructed about needing a small spark. Sounded simple enough in his head as he planted his sword into the dirt and knelt near the base of the powder. Wickedly smiling, he began to snap his fingers; instead of utilizing flint and tinder like was requested, he decided to deviate just a bit and began snapping his fingers. A few of his allies nearby waiting for the breach possibly would of been confused at what he was doing, or more than likely didn't care, until he stood up, flicking his hand for a bit before snatching up his sword and backing off from the wall, "Back it up!" In a few seconds, the fuse fizzled, the powdered concoction sputtering and spewing before blasting away the deteriorating wall, causing a few chunks of stone, dust, and debris to fly in their general direction, but most of it flew inside. Einar took one step forward before briefly stopping for a second, the dust slowly settling as an eager Artemisia stepped up to the forefront and flung a spell at their assailants, but not before tilting his head as he eyed the pretty magi, chuckling at her theatrics. Of course, the spell did kick up a bit of debris and dust, but not enough to obscure his vision as he held up an arm an winked, looking back in the off chance that anything did occur. He barely caught a glimpse of the amorphous, bubbling cacophony of dark energy before it detonated. Once it was over, she barked her own commands, stating they were still reeling. "And I thought the blast powder we got was the actual bombshell," Einar commented as he flew right past her, looking behind at her with a wry smile on his lips as he twirled his sword, "try not to bring the whole keep down." The smidgen of time was enough to spare, but not a second more as his eyes shifted around to the now dazed and befuddled brigands, swinging and bobbing around, holding their heads like they had a bad hangover. As Einar entered the fray once more, his eyes shifted once again, blinking as he swapped between both of the downed brigands before making a snap judgement. While both appeared to be disarmed, one of the two appeared to have specialized gauntlets on, with modifications on it that could possibly shatter a few bones or two with enough applied pressure. Einar could only shudder as he approached the puglist, looking to swiftly end this confrontation on while they had the upper hand. Kicking the man in the chest, hoping to knock him down before he could completely collect his bearings. Once he did that, Einar leveled his sword at the bandits neck before thrusting forward, looking to pierce it in one fell swoop. Whether he was successful or not, Einar briefly remembered he did have allies, and peered behind him. He noticed a familiar face in this small team as he raised an arm up and pointed a finger directly at the door. "Kyran, funnel any bandits that come through that door! Don't let any in!"

_________________________ Status: Clear! Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Experience 45/115 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action Critical Hitting a Puglist Supporting Alnard (@Sho Minazuki) Artemisia (@Lugubrious) Kyran (@CriticalHit)