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From goblins to godhood (re:monster rp)

Lexie

Name: Lexie

Gender: Female

Appearance: Lexie has a moss green complexion, ashen grey eyes, and a thick mane of black hair falling just past her perky pointed ears. Her body is fit with well-defined muscles, and she moves with a grace that is rather odd to see in a goblin. She is of average height, weight, and build, but her knees and elbows are a bit pointy, and her fingers and toes marginally longer and slenderer than is average.

Personality: Lexie is a curious, adventurous, if quiet individual. She likes nature and outdoorsy activities, and while she is bothered by overly noisome people and environments, she isn't a fan of eerie silence either. She tends to avoid those who are too boisterous, but may be drawn into the excitement if a common point of interest exists. She does enjoy company, but being somewhat reserved, she takes a while to approach and get to know strangers. She prefers following to leading, though she's quite organized and responsible. As an introvert, she needs a regular daily time-block spent in solitude to recharge her batteries. Despite all appearances, Lexie can get quite fierce when the need arises, for example if she's insulted and becomes defensive; nor is she afraid to tangle in a tussle, though it's not her preferred manner of settling things.

Past Life History: In her past human life, she was a scholarship college student and an aspiring athlete. She'd enjoyed moving around since she was a child, and being encouraged by her parents, advanced easily - though there were always those better than her, of course. Her life had been a fairly average one, despite often being busy with her extracurriculars. However, for several months before her accidental death, she had been stuck in a rut. Perhaps her regrets, frustrations, and unfulfilled ambitions were what led to her reincarnating.

Skill: Maneuverability. Due to her limber, strong body, and having inherited some of her past life's skill, Lexie can easily perform acrobatic and athletic feats. Mainly, she excels at contorting her body into various positions and holding them, or performing various gymnastic acts. She also has a slight advantage when traversing terrain (such as hiking, climbing, swimming, or running outdoors).

Other: I'm a mighty goblin.


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The Devil Hunter Agency

Hoshio Kikuchi

Hoshio turned an unimpressed frown upon Maria. “I’ve seen and heard you talking to Mai here, you know,” he told her dryly. He wasn’t sure if she heard, or was paying attention, since she promptly left, dragging his other teammate with her as well. “Good luck,” he called after Mai cheekily, leaving her to the violent woman’s devices with not a small amount of relief. He shuddered to think what it would be like for that one to attach to him. Then again, he had his own worries, what with Maria’s apparent lack of concern with his orders. Sighing, Hoshio departed home to sleep off his stress.

***

The following day, after all the mundane tasks such as showering and eating breakfast, Hoshio called the DHA associates of the temple, their number having been found in DHA’s database. He determined that they only had a vague timeline of when the devils started disturbing the sealing stones, but did not know if they operated on specific days of the week or hours of the day. And while they had closed off the temple from public access via excuse of regular maintenance being performed, they could not prevent any civilians from accessing the grounds around the building itself. Great. Just great. So there could be some punks there fooling off, soon to be devil snacks.

“Haah,” he uttered a sound of defeat. How were they even supposed to stage an ambush when the devils were in a much better position to do so? Not to mention that as far as he knew, no one on his team was versed in sensing demonic presences. They were also going to need a minimal plausible deniability if any civilian did see them with all the unusual arsenal they had to lug around, them all being Bringers…So much hassle.

By the time Hoshio got his things in order and thought over possible plans, it was indeed around noon when he arrived at the DHA base. He typed a, “I’m here, get to the cantina, team. – Hoshio,” into the DHA chat group. He then got his lunch, waited for the arrivals, and explained the tactics once he got ahold of them.

“Right, so I’ll drive us all to the base of the park, then we’ll ascend together. Until we see what the situation at the shrine is, no splitting up. As far as anyone knows, the devils might already be there, and hiding. We also have to check for those rocks, and destroy them as a matter of priority. If there happen to be any civilians there, we’ll also have to be the ones to convince them to leave, somehow. In the worst case scenario, with civilians, devils, and the stones all there, it’ll be a shitshow, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, huh.”

***

The drive to the temple – or rather, the parking spot at the bottom of the hill underneath it – was uneventful. Hoshio did make occasional remarks to clarify some things, and answer questions if there were any.

“If we get lucky enough to set up an ambush, we will. But scouting comes first,” was an example of such an order.

“We’ll pretend to be cosplayers, if we must,” was another, said with a grimace that spoke of unpleasant experience of trying to herd civilians to safety.

“Oh, by the way, can either of you sense devil’s presences?” was a question from him to the two of them.

And so, with some meagre conversation on their part, it was in no time that they arrived at the destination. He parked, got out, stretched, and gathered his bow and quiver from the boot of the car, letting his fellow hunters do the same. “Any last minute questions before we head up?”

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Winton

Jandar was very appreciative of the fact that the inn had been emptied; one of the brothers must have sensed something was going on. He sensed SaDiablo’s poor mood, but lingered nearby – not so close he’d get scolded, hopefully. He kept an eye on Fatima, who was still being carried by Sybl. He listened to the conversation between Faeril and SaDiablo with his arms crossed over his chest, gaze flicking from person to person.

“So it is true,” he concluded, not surprised by this point, just affirming the matter. “Personally, I do not mind. Your work assured that I have met my true queen, and without it, I doubt I would have got anywhere near as close to my goals as I am now,” he briefly glanced at the black jeweled Warlord Prince at his side. “Besides, as we are now presumably united in the desire to cross over to Kaeleer, this is necessary. I suggest you let Faeril and the Prince settle their issues themselves. He will not cooperate otherwise, and we will once again be doomed to flee due to Alice’s interference,” he explained.

Of course, he would have preferred had Faeril told them the truth initially, but he understood why she hadn’t done so. Jandar was also aware that the others may perceive this as a great breach of trust – the paranoid SaDiablo certainly did. In turn, the Eyrien brothers sensed his hostility and wished to shield Faeril from his wrath. Jandar sighed. He had said what he had to say, but he wasn’t sure it would be enough to convince the others.

The Devil Hunter Agency

Hoshio Kikuchi

As he meandered around the crowded meeting room, Hoshio soon saw the woman he was looking for. Ah, there’s the little fire-starter. As he approached, he noticed her happily talking to another hunter, who turned out to be another of his team members. Handy, that.

“Evening, you two. Mind telling me your names? I haven’t been sent any files or anything, and I don’t know either of you yet…” Well, the red-haired lady was familiar; if he wasn’t mistaken, she was May or Mai or something. Though maybe that was just a nickname? No way he'd know for sure.

“Hmm, I don’t mind showing you around when there’s time,” he answered Mai’s question as he turned a displeased frown on Maria. “But first things first, Miss Firewings. If you do something so stupid as setting a whole building on fire again, I’m going to make sure you get zero pay. So keep that in mind whenever you feel like playing around again, huh?” Hoshio was obviously irritated, but after a headshake and a sigh, his weariness overcame his anger. He stretched his neck to the side with a creak, and retook a seat near the two women, facing ahead when Mako started her own speech.

“Hey, hear that? She said Mai’s team,” he whispered to Mai while Mako was still relaying her instructions. “Maybe she actually wants you to be the leader, hn? Feel like taking over?” he whispered, entirely willing to pass over the leadership, though his tone was teasing.

Hoshio rolled his shoulders with a soft crack. Ah, a massage would do wonders right about now. Instead of a relaxing break, they were just given another mission. Attacking a shrine…Bold. Have the seals not been maintained properly? Hoshio frowned as he ruminated until the end of the meeting. At Mako’s given permission to leave, he startled and suddenly stood up.

“Hey, you, did you hear that? An ambush. That means no fire, got it?” he turned to Maria, looking her over carefully. Honestly, he was slightly dubious she even knew the meaning of being stealthy, but since she was a pro, he wasn’t gonna needle her too much about it. “I’ll swing around here by noon tomorrow, so make sure I can find you. I’ll drive us to the park, then we can walk. We can have lunch beforehand though. I sure as hell will,” he explained, concluding with a shrug.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Winton

“Let us depart then, Prince. If you would let one of us help yourself, and another to help our Queen…?” he enquired, approaching carefully. Since SaDiablo was so snarly he might be more comfortable having Dareen near Fatima, but then again, maybe he wouldn’t even appreciate a hand up. Nonetheless, Jandar offered to help him get up, and if necessary, to support him afterwards.

The walk to the Inn was somewhat awkward, especially as they had to conceal SaDiablo at the very least. It wouldn’t be good for Fatima to be seen as weak either, so they had to deal with that as well. It was quite the relief when they finally arrived at their private rooms in the inn, even if this did expose Faeril to SaDiablo.

“I am afraid the Prince insisted to come along,” Jandar offered as an explanation to Mikhail, Faeril, and the rest of them. “I would suggest you two sort your differences soonish, otherwise Alice might send someone for her servant…or to insist on that lunch we’d been invited to. If at all possible, I’d really rather avoid that, and the best way to do it is to get out of here.” The Warlord explained, urging the two Widows – and wasn’t that still a hard to believe concept? – to get what they had to do over with.

The Devil Hunter Agency

Hoshio Kikuchi

Hoshio was rudely disturbed by a very juvenile devil, who slipped him a piece of paper and info about the meeting. “Old…? Aren’t devils usually the older ones?” he wondered to himself; the devil had already speeded off. He wasn’t particularly bothered, so headed to the canteen. He had been thinking about getting food after all; might as well check if there were any discounts.

There weren’t. But he did end up getting some sara udon, which was decent enough. It sated his hunger and warmed his belly; he didn’t need much more than that. Well, a full night’s rest would be fine by him. However, he had a meeting to attend. He trudged to room 5, feeling generally better, but still tired. The ‘refreshments’ in the meeting room were just some rice crackers and green tea. Very bland stuff, though he did take a cup of tea.

When he saw Shindou arrive, he took the nearest empty seat, and listened to the man’s speech. He listened to the speech, and had to prevent a scoff at their esteemed leader claiming tonight’s lack of organization was ‘intentional’. What bullshit. As if they haven’t ever had previous experiences working alongside with foreigners. Granted, not in such numbers, but still. He also dearly wanted to tell the man that his so-called hopes of ‘caution’ had literally been burned down to the ground by the first person who’d arrived at the scene.

Hoshio was slightly surprised that he was named on of the leaders, even after his several years of absence from the country, but he recognized that they didn’t have much of a choice. It wasn’t a responsibility he particularly wanted to be saddled with, but he’d just have to deal somewhat. “Alright, alright, Mai, Maria, Mizuki,” he muttered to himself.

Before the people dispersed too much, he went asking around, trying to find which of his teammates had even been in the meeting and who was still missing. He’d have to find ‘his’ pyromaniac asap; given that Da-Xia had been assigned to the other team, it left him with the unknown fire-winged lady. He didn’t expect her to be too difficult to find, but he’d prefer if he could also catch the others before they left, so he’d at least be able to get briefly acquainted with them.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Winton

Jandar exhaled loudly in exasperation. “I don’t know what you feel Prince, so I can’t help you there. Believe what you will,” he concluded. SaDiablo then spoke to Fatima, and though it was all intended for her, Jandar’s eyes narrowed at the mention of a trap. “What trap? Do you mean the…” he trailed off and pointedly dropped his eyes to stare at the Warlord Prince’s collar for a beat, “or something else?” he asked, concern sharpening his tone.

Soon after, Dunny revealed the existence of Faeril, and Jandar couldn’t help but groan. “Dunny…The prince won’t want to have anyone ‘look into him’; if anything, he’ll probably just want to dispose of her,” he explained despairingly. “Also, what do you mean that he can look into her, surely not-?” he wondered loudly, head swinging to look back at SaDiablo from where he’d been momentarily distracted by the sceltie. The hound had outright said SaDiablo smelled the same as a Black Widow...what other conclusion was to draw but that he was one himself?

Dareen once again attempted to diffuse the situation, but Jandar grimaced, as he didn’t believe it would do much. If SaDiablo was convinced he could feel something, then he likely could. A slight doubt about Faeril began to nibble at the Warlord; he would like to confirm the matter with the woman himself. He didn’t believe he was being manipulated in such a way that he was acting uncharacteristically, but it would explain some things if there had been a ‘lure’ so he was able to meet Fatima so easily in what had at the time seemed a chance encounter. He wouldn’t mind if it hadn’t been, but he would have liked to have been informed as much by Faeril. Not that he was surprised too much if the taciturn woman didn’t deign to waste her time with such trivialities.

Into Perdition's Jaws

Linus Guiren

Using ether did draw the constructs’ attention, though Linus was able to evade some of its attacks. However, while the plasma mortar missile didn’t hit them directly, it sure caused some damage, and Linus rolled with the hit. They felt somewhat charred and bruised more heavily than they’d been beforehand as a result, but didn’t let that deter them from speeding out of the forest – this time without the assistance of ether, since the machine was distracted well enough by their allies. They patted down their weapons and other supplies, which were slightly worse for wear, but not unusable.

Concentrated as they were on hauling ass, they were able to glance backwards – and shoot at the enemy – only here and now, though that was enough for them to see when the reclaimer set the bioconstruct ablaze with her rounds. Nice. Their maw lolled into a momentary grin, warm satisfaction easing the sharp burn of adrenaline coursing through their overworked musculature. Unfortunately, the thing began to follow them relentlessly, targeting itself for the mortar projectiles. That was undoubtedly bad.

The voice over the comms confirmed it, though Linus was rather annoyed at it. First, they ask us to destroy us, now they tell us to forget it. The celaderaka scoffed, but once again boosted their speed with ether. Corsica was ahead of them at the moment, and that coupled with her earlier troubles when Linus had attempted to help her meant that this time, Linus enhanced only their own speed. Like I’m letting that fucker self-destruct on me. With that in mind, they ran towards the park, and once they noticed the barricade, led the machine in front of a gun turret, aiming to make it easier for what damn-better really be allies.

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

Asteria

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Asteria smirked at the sounds of the chaos behind her, but didn’t risk glancing to see how thing were going. She continued running towards the entrance full blast, pushing her muscles even though they pulsed unpleasantly. She was pressed as close to the ground and one of the walls as possible, seeking to blend herself within the environment and make herself a smaller target. She sensed the Muffle and Suppress Presence weren’t doing as much due to her speed, but couldn’t do much about it. All of her efforts were concentrating on getting out from the open.

However, once she was close enough to the entrance to see that there was movement within, she gradually began to slow down, and redirect her energy towards staying unnoticed. She moved in a way that drew the least attention, and focused her mind, leftover stamina and mana towards the idea and practice of obscuration. Even if her learned skills were working on auto-pilot, perhaps it would help if she also actively concentrated on making the most of them. In this way, she cautiously sneaked into the cliff…

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Winton

Jandar glanced at Fatima in obvious annoyance at her interruption. Anger warred with concern, and if she were in a better state, he would be outraged at her saying there was ‘no need’ for them to rush yet that there was a ‘need’ for her to follow a presumed enemy by herself. Of course, based on how meek Sybl was being at the moment, maybe he wasn’t so much Alice’s man as Jandar had initially thought, but they couldn’t have known that. So, when he spoke to her, his tone was inevitably colder than he’d usually wish it to be with her. “We will discuss the matter when you are in a better state, my Lady,” he stated, voice sharp yet detached, carrying none of the heat that momentarily sparked in his gaze.

Regardless, he turned to the Prince and inclined his head. “Yes, I do believe you met us when we were pretending to be relatives,” he admitted, since he was near certain SaDiablo was aware they’d been lying about the nature of their relationship. Now that he thought about it, he once again wore the make-up that would make him seem a Hyllian. He couldn’t help but wonder if the Warlord Prince sensed something off about that too. Jandar wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. “I assure you, however, that the guise was meant for the general populace rather than you specifically, Prince,” he added placatingly, keeping his hands where they were held aloft for now. As paranoid as the man in front of him was, he was sure to take any such deception very personally.

Then the rest of their company arrived, including Dunny, who cheerfully communicated to everyone how he’d been the one to follow the tracks. Under other circumstances, Jandar would have been smugly amused, but as it was, he was mostly relieved – the presence of a Sceltie might show SaDiablo that they weren’t the enemies he was apparently taking them as. “I believe we are, Dareen, though I’m not sure everyone here realizes that,” he pointedly glanced at Mikhail and SaDiablo.

With a bemused head-shake, he addressed the black jeweled male once again. “Prince…I see you still believe we are under some sort of a spell. But the connection we feel to our Queen is as genuine as yours is,” he stated, gazing at him seriously. At this point, it was rather obvious that SaDiablo felt the call to Fatima; otherwise, he wouldn’t be wrapped around her at all, much less so protectively. “I admit, certain events have been rather convenient, including the way I initially met her, for example. However, would you not call that Fate?” he inquired, one brow rising quizzically.

Giving the man a moment to contemplate, Jandar continued. “After all, we found you here, once again in very unlikely circumstances. Instead of a trap, what awaited us was another potential ally. You may not know this yet, but we intend to depart for Kaeleer, and the local Priestess of Winton had proclaimed that she would help us through the realms only if we brought you along. And here you are. Convenient, yet it might work in your favour as well, no?” he explained, finishing with another question.