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I do believe it's just Remram left to post. If there's still none for a day or two I'll start working on an update.
Just gonna put it out there but he's run the train into the center of the scramble. So that's where Seiji is right now.

I didn't expect so many of you to be on the rooftop haha.
Nicholson Household

Sunday - Night




The combination of Bakuto and Rei aiming to strike down the small, weaselly Hollow was met with some success. Though Bakuto's attempt had missed, it was only by mere inches, as the Hollow, shocked, broke it's stealth in a shrill cry before suddenly being apprehended by Rei's Kido spell, Horin. It was now bound, and a simple jab or swing from Bakuto, not even the most committed or strongest swing he can muster would be enough to end it's pitiful existence. All it could do was hope these two were boneheaded enough to not strike him down immediately.

Though Sara had cursed that they were out in the wider main street, rather than the small alleyway... It would turn out to be a decent decision, as a large serpentine presence suddenly made itself known. It's length, unfathomable in the darkness and nooks and crannies, and it's width taking up maybe half of the narrow alleyway. This thing had been slithering around her house, looking like it had been seeking a way in silently, and now it was frustrated. Just like the hollow they were just fighting, it was yet another cowardly type, not wanting to make much noise, and to hunt it's prey as quickly as possible.

In this instance, Sara's signals of danger flared up, and fortunately she had ample space to move as large fangs darted out towards her from the darkness of her own home. Even if the sharp fangs were avoided, without ample movement, it's heavy body would serve to body check anything nearby too. It was strange such a thing was so cowardly, with this sort of strength it could fight directly, yet still it held to it's cowardly creed.




Somewhere in Sagamiyama

Sunday - Night


@McNephelim Tony


Tony's hurried decision to strike the area in front of him turned out to be a good idea, it kept his weapon out, and though his opponent's speed was greater than his, it was not so great he could not react. The dangerous swings in front of him caused the blue hollow to halt almost abruptly, suddenly, giving Tony but a precious moment to compose himself. Of course with such speed and control, striking it down like this was not possible, one's move had to be deliberate and planned, but it's fear of his strikes also served to teach him that it might not be so resilient.

Whatever thoughts he had in this moment, he would have to put them on hold as the lanky blue demon seemed to flicker before appearing at Tony's right... Huh? Even as he turned right, or left... He felt it's presence on the other side too. Was this intense speed? Was this cloning? Or just an illusion? He had but a single moment to decide what it was and respond accordingly.

The presence on either side was real, there was no mistaking, it's hand was raised, a blade forming as it's claws combined to form a puncturing weapon, going for a thrust. Does he call it's bluff? Or does he deal with it as if both were real? Or even, another option should he think of one.




Stone Household

Sunday - Night


@LC Darius Stone


Darius' sudden vigilance around his house was a surprise, not only to him, with the voice in his head... But also to the presence here. This one had been watching this home carefully for a couple nights... Initially, he followed the scent of a particularly strong human here, yes, one who had a good amount of reiryoku, would certainly be quite satisfying, but seeing this man had a woman with him too, one that had been slowly rubbing off of him, and she too had begun to become more appetizing. It's greed knew few limits, rather than going in for an easy meal, it waited, wanting the two of them to be a meal that would last it months... It was also lazy... But now he saw, this man... He was a Shinigami, and one that was now alert to him. But how? This one had concealed itself perfectly! Especially on a night like this, with so much happening, it's presence could sink beneath the waves... Yet this one was sharp.

That's no good. If he remained alert each night like this, this one would simply lose it's chance to eat...

As Darius made his patrol around his house, reaching the front gate, he saw it... Something that had been there all this time, yet at the same time... Why did he not notice it before? He had actually passed it, maybe two or three times, yet he did not notice it, and why? Because it did not want to be seen. But while it was in this state, it could not move, and so was no danger to anyone but it's prey on a lonely night.

What he saw before him was a statue come to life, a body that seemed to be entirely made from the bone of a Hollow mask melted off of it, falling to the ground like ash, before a goat mask formed upon it's head. Two red eyes, and a large dragon-like jaw, with hulking arms. It sported two feathered strands on it's back like thin wings, but did not seem to be matured enough to be in use... Though, it did at least look mildly intimidating.

Without a word it raised it's arm, large hands with massive talons ready to rip through anything that came into it's path.
I'll finish his actual sheet once I finish drawing his Persona too, which is also almost done.

But you can look upon him for now.



Oh yes, anyone who has done the Pre-RP tasks, feel free to slot yours in as the RP goes on. Maybe at a point where you think it's appropriate for your character to remember it.
Let the game begin

Meta-Shibuya - Scramble Crossing

20/4/20XX
MONDAY



OST: Escape -Another version-

The intense darkness and red of the Metarealm continued to bear down on the people who had gathered. Some in their outfits, others not, and one just about to pass the precipice, as he stood at the rooftop, looking down upon the Scramble. The hustle and bustle of Shibuya became ambient noise the moment one stepped into the Metarealm, the people around them turned into shades, desaturated, and their common features blurred until they became akin to a fleeting memory of someone they'd met before. Of course, if there was anyone in this crowd they knew, their features would be in focus, as was the nature of the Metarealm. It was not simply a place outside of the world they knew, rather it was anything but outside, it was inside, even further.

Those who were familiar with the Metarealm would note that it seemed a little desolate, putting aside all the people Seiji had gathered here. Normally there would be a few Chimeratic members darting about in the shadows, but even they found that there was nothing of the sort happening.

If Osamu deigned to check his access to the site that Chimeratic used, he would notice they appeared to be in complete chaos. On the one hand there seemed to be talk of something big, but on the other... It kept coming up. "Invaded", "attacked", "stolen". This was odd, they had no base to speak of where such a thing could happen, yet here it was. Low ranking members seemed to be confused, or swept up into the mess... Though Osamu would probably learn very soon why this was happening.

Everyone's attention would suddenly be demanded by the sky above as the sound of a train's whistle resonated above. The great loud train whistle was... Nothing like the trains they had here in Tokyo, in fact, those well versed in old American wild west movies would recognize it. The whistle of a steam powered train. It was odd, and perhaps an immense shock to those here. Even with the strangeness and obtuse rules of the Metarealm, something like this seemed completely absurd, but soon those looking on would find it was no illusion or trick.

A rift within the sky seemed to form, before crashing open, shards of metarealm glass flew in all directions, turning into mist and light as a steam train emerged with it's great big chimney, flaming engine and wheels with pistons rotating. However it was unlike any other steam train from the wild west too, as it was adorned with graffiti, and all kinds of it, however the largest design along the side and upon the driver's compartment was that of Chimeratic, their name and their logo.

Toma who was standing upon the roof, and having just slipped into the Metarealm to be greeted by this site would spot someone in the driver's compartment... It was Seiji, wearing himself a gleeful smile and seemed to be laughing like a maniac, supposedly, the train's whistle was far too loud to really hear any of the sort.

Then, following the train itself was carriages, not a single passenger carriage however... It was cargo, bars and piles of gold and jewels, paper money adorned with the Chimeratic logo flying everywhere, and even amidst all of that, there were Shadows too, wearing what appeared to be old timey police outfits... Though not quite, they wore wide brimmed hats and scarves much like bank robbers too.

The train would crash down upon the center of the Scramble, with Seiji landing squarely in front of it, jumping out before the crossing was cratered by the steam train. The loud thunderous roar of steel and asphalt colliding, along with the jingles of coins and gold to follow as the cargo it was carrying flew all over the immediate area. There was no image quite like this, not even in their wildest imaginations to see a steam train from the Wild West era, covered in modern graffiti, crashed almost upright in the middle of a district they all knew too well. Even if everything was in an odd shade of red and darkness.

The rest of the train would fall out of the hole, which would subsequently close, the following cargo would have a much less eventful fall, leaving some of the carriages mostly intact. Collateral damage one might say. The Shadows that were attached to the train itself fell to the ground mostly face first, turning into shadowy sludge before melting into the world around them. One would however survive the fall...

"You thief!" It got up, drawing the revolver from it's holster before it's face was punctured, a loud bang preceding it. Seiji had drawn his own revolver first, firing quickly and with such precise accuracy. Those who knew him from around the beginning of the month would notice he was getting faster with that quick draw, something he liked to do to end encounters with other Black Crown users.

"Hmph, it seems I'm late... Or maybe, everyone else is just early", he wore a cocky smile, the same they all knew him to wear. With a twirl he put away his revolver, before taking a couple more steps in front.

"Well either way, I've finally arrived, and with our ride no less".
I will update end of this week. Whatever state everyone is in when I update I will deal with it.
I think I mentioned it before but I'm unable to post till the coming week.
He's trying his best
@Silver Carrot take the time you need. Let me figure out your implementation once you've sorted it out.

@Randomguy it actually depends on your character but generally we're using Japanese rules. Most formal is using surname. Less formal is using the first name.
It would've been opened sooner but I was playing Digimon.
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