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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Sharon, Shalador

“Mm, looks like the Sceltie is a Kindred,” Jandar casually commented to Bellinar’s snapped question. He then walked a ways from the thief, following the Eyrien. He calmly listened to the man’s explanation, though he wasn’t entirely pleased by it. “I hope you don’t get too chatty with them. Getting information from sex can be a double-edged sword,” he declared, though he hoped he was saying something the Warlord Prince knew well enough already.

“Now, as for our town expedition…” he trailed off, grimacing slightly. “We met SaDiablo,” he whispered. He could have put an aural shield around them just in case, but that would have just drawn unnecessary attention from the Sceltie. “It wasn’t the best of meetings, but no-one died or got hurt too badly. Also, he advised us to leave soon, and the Queen agreed with that suggestion,” he continued speaking sotto-voice.

“That’s the gist of it,” Jandar rolled his shoulders, gaze briefly landing on the thief, his canine companion, and Mikhail. Lips pinching into a thin line, he began speaking in a normal volume. “Now look what you did to that poor kid, he’s scared to death. You don’t know the Lady well enough if you honestly think she’d care about him taking things he needs for survival. In fact, I bet she’d be just as supportive as Mikhail is,” he claimed.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Sounds about right. I'm curious to see who all will apply, and who will end up being accepted.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Potential fighter, I think you mean. But yes.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Akio

Name:
Sakurazawa Akio (“Aki”)

Façade:
Tall, broad shouldered, well-built, and tanned, Akio is someone who obviously spends a lot of time outside and exercises regularly. His gait is confident yet subtly graceful. Aki is known for his trade-mark cocky smirk, and his gaze is full of challenge. Actually, he had often been reprimanded for glaring when younger, but had always replied that it is just the face he had been born with. It is true to an extent, but it is also obvious that he has gladly cultivated his aura of intimidation. However, he enjoys the company of others, and is sometimes overbearing in his attempts to get along with people. He’s rough around the edges, but generally good-hearted, and not one to hold grudges. Though he has been known to be almost too eager to get into a brawl (especially during high-school), he has always excused his behavior as him teaching bullies a lesson. Aki is a fan of friendly rough-housing, as it has often been a bonding opportunity in his experience. He appreciates challenges, competitions, and rivalries. Akio is most suited to sports and practical know-how, but he is ambitious, dedicated, and business-oriented enough to do well in his studies.

Core:
Akio has plans for this town, and these plans don’t include leaving unsolved mysteries be. He is a man of action, a lover of thrills, and honestly, his aggression happens to include self-destructive tendencies. He has a burning desire to leave a mark on the world – make a name for himself for the right reasons – and is unafraid to adopt slightly questionable methods to do so (such as vandalism in the form of graffiti). He enjoys adventure, and is the type to seek out new, even dangerous things. Aki has also been taught that it is a good deed to protect others, which is something he strives to do in daily life.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Sharon, Shalador

Jandar awoke to the sounds of rummaging and scuttling. He peeked an eye open and saw Mikhail headed to the coach…and the dog? What followed were broken noises of conversation. The Prince was apparently talking to it. Jandar turned over, attempting to go back to sleep. Mikhail could handle the animal thief.

Except he didn’t. The Dea Al Mon prince mentioned a Sceltie. Jandar’s eyes opened fully. Could it be a Kindred? If he listened carefully, it didn’t seem that Mikhail was just talking to the dog. His responses soon revealed that the Sceltie had indeed telepathically communicated some things to him. Jandar huffed, lips in undue amusement as he heard Mikhail offer their wares – that the dog had already stolen – multiple times to it.

It was curious. The most cautious person in their party was being lenient and understanding. As the duo moved farther away, Jandar stood up from his bedroll. His previous noble guise had long since been removed, and he was in his usual attire. Well, his usual sleeping attire. Summoning his leather vest and belt, the Warlord quickly put on some overclothes. His boots followed, and then he was off.

By the time Jandar arrived at the edge of the village, the spot in the dying forest the Sceltie had trotted off to, Bellinar was also there, and Jandar barely caught what the Eyrien had said. The Warlord strolled forwards, his gait easy and posture unconcerned. “That was a lot of racket for a would-be-thief,” he commented mildly, looking from the Kindred to the mixed-blood human. He was a strange one; a very feminine sounding boy. Jandar stared at the Glacian, and simply added casually, “You better start explaining yourself.”

He then looked towards the Eyrien with a sweet smile. “Oh, I don’t mind sharing information, Prince. I’d also dearly like to know where you have been and what you have been doing,” he said pointedly, but softly enough that it wasn’t accusatory. Jandar really didn’t want to deal with another pissed off Warlord Prince, after all. “But perhaps we should talk away from these intruders, hm? Mikhail can take care of them. After all, if he doesn’t judge them to be a danger, then they are most likely not a danger,” he concluded.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Reagan Gideon Breckenridge

They took a walk to get to their dorm, which was fine. Reagan could have displaced them there, but he didn’t mind getting a more detailed overview of the school grounds. He’d need a while yet to completely familiarize with the place, so taking a stroll with his companions was all well and good. Besides, he didn’t know exactly where their room was, except somewhere in the basement. He hadn’t thought anything of that fact. That proved to have been a colossal oversight.

They descended…the stairs and hallways were ominously dusty, moldy, and cobwebbed. Not a good sign. They passed some machining rooms, full of rusted garbage. Definitely not a good sign. Their…room…Their room… “T-this is it?!” Ray exclaimed, suddenly feeling weak. He swayed, leaning on a dreadfully grimy wall. Ohhh, his parents hadn’t been kidding when they said they’d cut him off. He was certain they couldn’t have possibly guessed or even imagined that he’d be put into conditions such as this. Though…it would also not be completely unlike them to attempt to shock him into running back with his metaphorical tail between the legs.

“Cleaning!” he echoed August, sounding oddly excited about the prospect. “Yes, yes, I can just relocate this crap!” Ray clapped his hands. Of course! Cleaning! Using their abilities to their advantage! It wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting, but so what? He wasn’t helpless, and he wasn’t so desperate that he’d go cry about it. He’d just been…surprised. All the filth had simply induced a temporary gloominess upon him. That could not be forgiven. This place was in for a renovation!

A manic grin stretched Reagan’s lips as a veritable storm descended upon his mind, gathering ideas in a chaotic whirl of cohesion. “Alright, you guys. There’s so much crap we’re gonna need to sort it.” The teen unzipped his jacket, and fished a notebook from one of his inner pockets. He leafed through its contents, muttering quietly to himself as he did so. “Aha!” he proclaimed happily, ripping out a page. “Here, put this runic sequence on every item you want to keep, alright? Anything untagged gets thrown out.” Ray handed the page to August, since he only had the one copy, and the other male had suggested this.

Reagan stored the notebook back, then brought out another item. It was an engraved cigarette case – his father’s, in fact – but instead of what one would expect of the contents, there were multiple coloured chalks inside. He handed a yellow one to August, and a red one to Feier, while taking a purple one himself. Ray then proceeded to walk around the room, seeking usable things. It was like trying to get something functional out of a garbage heap, but at least there was a lot of stuff. He tagged a table, some chairs, a few kitchen appliances, and one of the mattresses. He grimaced at the metal bed frame, and left it untagged. It honestly looked worse than putting the mattress on the floor.

In the spirit of renovation, Ray had a follow-up idea. “By the way, how are you two with transmutations? We could make us some better furniture. It’ll be just like one of those IIM projects – except useful this time,” he suggested. First, he’d need to displace all the shit items they didn’t need, for sure…And he had just the place to put them. Reagan smirked, wondering what his parents’ reactions would be at all of this suddenly appearing in their bedroom. Oh, if he only could witness the pure horror on their faces…

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@xia@Aviaire

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asteria

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She’d managed to create a tailstrap knife – perfect! The grass packroll was a success too, but there was no way Ed could possibly carry it by himself to the lakeside town they’d observed. Perhaps they could harness the two or three of them and drag it like that…If they’d had a small cart, that would be even better, as odd as it would be to have rats acting as draft animals. Then again, this was an odd world.

Unfortunately, mother rat resisted Asteria’s attempts to wrap the protective cloth around her. When Ed butchered the goblin, which was rather fascinating if mildly morbid to watch, mother rat stole a piece for herself, and Asteria chittered amusedly. “I’ll go check with the gnome later if that worked,” she informed Ed. “The meat we have left for ourselves may even spoil before we manage to eat it,” she considered thoughtfully. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that though.

Asteria listened patiently to Ed’s recounting of the goals he believed they should focus on, and she nodded in agreement several times. “We absolutely need to get stronger,” she confirmed. “Right now, we can’t even carry all the stuff we have easily enough to make travelling viable,” she commented. “I’d like to evolve to a bipedal form – I didn’t choose to do so the first time because I did not want to be stuck in some sort of Ratwoman line, but if I get the chance again, I’ll take it regardless. So yeah, training and evolution definitely sound good,” the dire rat affirmed.

“I’m all for getting more information about this world in general, though a map and a compass are certainly a good start,” she nodded. “I’m fine with doing our best to find the Demon King, though I’m personally not too concerned about returning to Earth. Nonetheless, I’d like to meet the person who brought us here and see what to make of him. Who knows, maybe I’ll even feel like leaving this world by then,” she concluded. She didn’t have anything to add, besides, “I’m going to that other chamber to see if the gnome is willing to offer some information for the food you gave him.”

She did exactly as she said, entering the room where she’d previously spoken to the gnome beforehand. “Hello? Mister gnome? I hope that food offering my buddy offered was enough to make me semi-welcome here…” watching if the earth being would appear or not, she added, “Hope I guessed right that food was the thing to bribe you with.”

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Reagan Gideon Breckenridge

“Mm, it’s been a while,” Reagan nodded pleasantly at August. The blonde was apparently flustered at having his conversation interrupted. Actually, Ray was struck with a realization, wasn’t there a claim that his incident was genuinely accidental…? So perhaps their comrade in chaos was a tad uncomfortable to be considered a fellow havoc wreaker, actually. Nonetheless, Ray was certain Fei and he could ease Gus into their company, perhaps even get his willing participation for any of the inevitable shenanigans that were bound to occur at this school on a daily basis.

Feier had been muttering something to herself all the while, and suddenly burst out with the revelation that AJ wasn’t August’s kid. Ray blinked at her, then burst out in laughter. “Ohh…hhh..haaah…he didn’t have a kid, no,” he chuckled. “Pretty sure AJ isn’t young enough for that in any case…” Reagan muttered, narrowing his eyes at the brunette in question. He was about an inch shorter than himself, but it’s not like he was any younger that 14 at the very least…right? Or was he something more like 12…? Ray cocked his head to the side, but didn’t get to confirm AJ’s age, as the Director began announcing people’s dorms and rooms loudly. Droxl’s shouting was so overwhelming, in fact, that it practically drowned out any other conversation.

Besides noting where he was to stay, Ray perked up at hearing that AJ was apparently something akin to a dark lord. He dearly wanted to find out whether that meant what he thought it did, but the boy left before he could ask. Reagan was still pouting at that when Fei managed to catch him by surprise. Again. “W-what?” he spluttered, turning to Fei with a dramatic pose of shocked betrayal, right hand clasped at his heart.

“Fei-er,” he whined, drawing out her name, giving her his best kicked puppy look. Unfortunately, his demonic visage reduced the expression’s cute-factor and therefore its effectiveness. “Such a betrayal!” he gasped theatrically, wiping at non-existent tears. “And here I thought you were my dearest ally,” he shook his head in put-upon sadness. Ray couldn’t keep his obvious and silly act going on any longer however, and turned a wry grin on Fei.

“For real, though, with my luck it’ll be common knowledge by tomorrow that I’m spoken for.” He couldn’t help the following grimace, though it was much milder than Daria’s actual presence would have made it. “And with that, that bloodthirsty savage!” He shuddered, very much looking like a dog shaking off its coat after a swim. “Oh well… At least that would annoy the pink cat too,” Ray added, not too convincingly. He waved a hand dismissively, trying to do away with the very thought of the violence-prone Leopardkin. “Let’s just go see where they put us,” he conceded.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Yeah, sure, tracks, whatever points to the bandits, really. Or are we supposed to write about how and where we find them without any input from you?

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Clues? I mean, how would we progress otherwise?