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"FUCK!" This exclamation shattered the silence in the library, causing most of its few inhabitants to jolt from their reading for a moment.

Any who turned their heads to look at the source of the outburst would likely find Lyren, glaring angrily, not at someone, as was her usual, but instead at a book. A book on the history of one Isao Taiyōtawa. Beside it laid a folded touchscreen laptop, or perhaps a VERY large tablet. She was hunched forward, the feet of the chair almost lifting from how far forward she was poised as well. Fingers drummed angrily on the pages of the book, while she also slowly brushed the hair out of her eyes with a motion dragging across her entire face.

"Every time I try to think off what I'm supposed to write about this asshat, I'm just so frustrated. When am I ever going to be staring down an enemy force and go 'Damn, if only I could remember when some self-important corpse stepped on Terra Nova'?" Her voice gradually lowered to a level somewhat more acceptable as 'slightly boisterous study group'. "Tch..." She tisked as she shoved the book away and leaned back in the chair. She cushioned her head in her hands as she stared at the ceiling.

She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes and holding her breath for ten seconds before letting it out in a slow exhalation. Her chest now rose and fell smoothly, as the crease in her brow slowly unfolded and the tension seeped from her body. Eventually, she rose up pulled the book closer, apparently ready to begin attempting to work on her essay, again.
In Tower of Fable 13 days ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Měihóu Niángniang



"Alright boss! I'm down with the plan. Fair warning, I've never actually successfully fooled anyone important, or even semi-important with my transformations, even when their tome supposedly has nothing to do with information gathering, and my transformations supposedly have no signatures or tells because I genuinely transform into and am exactly what I transform into and nothing more or less. Given my track record, I think I am as good at stealth as an elephant, and I should know I've been one." Monkey seemed to be highly enthusiastic with the plan, raising a cheerful fist pump, nodding along, despite her apparently dismal opinion of her own stealth capabilities. Unleashing her scroll staff, she twirled it about herself to veil her shift.

And so it was, that Měihóu transformed into a Ferruginous hawk, with two implanted thoughts. One was that it would be a good idea to check around that Slave House over there for any good places to build a nest. And the second idea was that it should return over here and tap this brightly colored red thing when it has finished checking or if anything was threatening. She soared over, catching the wind, before attempting to land on the slave building and poke around, hopping and flapping and pecking about, presuming nothing stopped her. If perhaps the building was warded against vermin, Měihóu would feel it just the same as any other bird, and likely return to her staff. Otherwise, she would scout around the building, and upon finishing, return to her staff and transform back into Měihóu, with the memories of what the bird saw and experienced added in, to analyze for weaknesses or entrypoints.



"Waaugh!" Caprice tripped, whatever grace she may or may not have had not helping her against this unexpected trial. Perhaps unfortunately for her, her first thoughts, whatever they were, were not to escape, and she was quickly rendered asleep. "Mmm... I think I'll do Challah in the morning..." These were her last words before fading away and softly snoozing.
In Tower of Fable 20 days ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay


"Mmm. I can't quite say I like our host's sense of aesthetics. To allow such distasteful wretches to nest in such close proximity to such carefully cared for roses, it ruins a perfectly good elegant atmosphere!" Caprice dusted off her gloves of a few stray specks of pepper that had clung to them, while careful steps with an illusory air of effortless poise carried her around the perhaps hypocritical grease trap she had laid between herself and the bloodnecks.

"One simply cannot pretend that your home's ambiance is not affected by the neighbors! Homeowners associations are a thing, you know!" Caprice lectured the iron gates for a moment, leaning forward with a waggling finger and one on her hips, as if leaning over a student at a desk. "Take Mary, for instance. The romance of a revolver is a far more civilized than slavering jaws. And even if you must use your hands, martial arts or magic can give things a little bit more elegance than rip and tear." Caprice gestured at companions in turn, stalking the length of the gate from end to end before with a swift twirl marching back to the center.

"I don't know which possibility is worse, whether you lack confidence in your appearance and need to compensate by setting our standards low, or if you simply didn't care to chase them away. Neither shyness nor sloth is a good look." Caprice burst through the gate, two giant gingerbread men opening the gates for her as she dramatically raised her arms. "But never fear, Caprice is here! Heheeee-oh my, I'm getting rather carried away. Intoxicated on my own newfound power isn't a terribly admirable persona either. Apologies." Caprice finally quieted down from her grand performance to no audience in particular. She settled for readjusting her mask as she calmed her heaving chest from the excitement.
If you need someone to show up and mindlessly challenge people to fights, I have a character.


"Eep!" Caprice was pulled along quite easily by the far more physically proficient Lin when it had been time to enter the carriage.

"Hmm?" Caprice perked up as Lin noted an unusual sound, before quickly holding still to be silent for a moment. "I'm not so certain. There are so many strange sounds in this place. Where did you hear it?" Caprice frowned, not certain if she could make it out, half-turning on the spot to face Lin. Perhaps Lin's ears were simply keener.

Scanning the area with complete focus, Lin was able to catch the moment a fallen tree branch snapped in two seemingly by itself. “Holy shit! There’s definitely something over there.” She exclaimed pointing in the direction of the broken branch.

"Invisibility Purge!" Caprice declared with dramatic vehemence, holding one hand close to her eye while the other snapped forward, releasing a roiling frothing tsunami of airborne flour at where Lin had signaled, coating the entire direction in the sticky stuff that got everywhere.


Caprice retracted her hand and flipped away the card she was twirling when Marie rose to leave on their transport, her face impassive behind her mask. She followed along to their ride.

"Oh, I do believe I've heard of this sort of steed before, was it.. Sleepnor? Slipnear? Aw... can't quite place it." Caprice didn't seem too dissuaded from the eight-legged horse, instead trying to eagerly guess its inspiration for a little while before giving up and joining Marie.

"Mmm, each sort of magic seems to have some sort of limiting factor or weakness. I wonder if mine has one that I've not discovered yet." Caprice summoned three gumballs, one bright red of swirling churning tides, one charcoal black of clouds blotting the starlit sky, one iridescent white as of brilliant flame, juggling them with impressive sleight of hand, considering that she was on a wheeled vehicle pulled over uneven streets by horse. After a little bit, she caught the three in one hand. "Which takes your fancy of the three, if you follow the rules of this place?" She offered to Marie the gumballs.

"The skies seem well patrolled, if those bats call any soul master. Would we fare better with a terrestrial entry?" Caprice noted the flying mammals showing brightly framed against the backdrop of the bright moon, her attention focused on the castle in front of her.

Black Cat


"Black Cat, rando on team Cobalt." Black Cat eagerly took the hand and shook it, a big grin plainly visible on his face. His other hand gave a wry two fingered salute.

"And yup, I'm super new! Say do you know how like, the XP/loot drops from this thing, work?" Black Cat glanced at his feed from his drone, setting it to hide in cover and just charge up the nearest person's gun. With the storm of fire coming from the drones, Black Cat didn't trust his algorithm to keep it safe. And so it happened to be charging up Royal Ranger by chance.

"Like, how do they measure contribution in a big fight like this? Damage? Presence? Do I need to be worried about your DoT getting the last proc of damage, or some Red guy running and grabbing all the loot once it drops? Do I need to still be alive when he dies to get XP? This is my first 'boss' fight." Black Cat pulled out a snack bar from somewhere that clearly didn't hold it in the AR game, slowly unwrapping it.

"Huh, did all the drones link up to form a physical wall to block shots? Wouldn't that make them really vulnerable to explosives and other AoE shit? But everybody's trying to shoot between them. I guess maybe they've got blast DR or something." Black Cat peeks at the actual fight again, brow furrowing. But ultimately he seems to come to the conclusion that everyone else must know something he doesn't and shrugs nonchalantly, before nomming down on the snack bar. As it wasn't an AR item, it wouldn't do anything, other than quench Black Cat's real world hunger.

"Wait... Shit, the Golden Guys are the roleplayers right? Sorry for breaking your immersion." A sudden realization dawns upon Black Cat and he quickly apologizes.


Caprice's eyes flitted back to Maria for a moment as she spoke about the world and their nature as outsiders, apparently it catching her interest once again. Her eyes lowered again after as she thought during Lin and Maria's negotiations.

Sherry's impressive feat of cleaning the entire plate so quickly and subtly did bring a well-needed touch of levity to Caprice's cheeks, as a smile managed to peek out from behind her hands, and she lowered them, no longer having anything to hide and more confident in her body language. "Not a problem, Sherry. Impressive work, and not a bad outlook to have."

"I believe your proposition is amenable to our mission here. Even if you intend to betray us, I imagine it will be more entertaining than simply being hunted by dogs as we stumble along aimlessly. Partners, then? As the less acclimated outsiders, it seems you're offering us the better of the deal to me." Caprice offered one of her gloved hands for a handshake, as the other again brought forth a single card as if from nowhere. Slowly twisting, the visage of Lin, Sherry, and then Marie in turn, were revealed, though Marie was only in silhouette as of yet.

Black Cat


"Soooo.... What are you wearing?" Black Cat sat with his back against cover, his entire body veiled from the boss. He was currently staying in a bombed out postal office that was shy most of its walls. It was just at the edge of the park, literally as far you could be from the combat zone and still be allowed to use your AR gear in the fight. He kicked his feet idly as he asked a question.

"Level 2 Tactical Armor. Why is this important right now?" The sniper beside him had some sort of voice mod on making his voice growl out all serious like. He was a fellow member of the Cobalt Crusaders, and he let off another blast of energy out of his rifle, eyes still glued to his scope. If the shot's contact with the enemy resulted in damage, it was impossible to tell from how tiny a chip of it it must have done.

"Nah, not important. Just bored. Say, why is the postal office the best place for romance?" Black Cat rolled his head up to gaze at the sky for a moments, before starting a joke.

"I don't think this is the time." The sniper grimaced.

"Because of all the shipping!" Black Cat smiled widely.

"Dude maybe you should be paying attention to the fight." The sniper glanced down from his sights at Black Cat, the grimace growing ever grimmer.

"No need, my drone's got this handled." Black Cat shoved a thumb over the corner, pointing at his drone which was moving from squad to squad, at least the few that were still alive, during breaks in the fire, and charging everyone's weapons up.

"Don't you have to like guide it or something?" The sniper started looking back at the fight, picking off a drone that was straying a little too close for comfort.

"It's just programmed to bounce between the squads, and stay in cover unless there's a break in the enemy firing pattern. I'd just introduce human error."

"You've developed an algorithm that can detect the patterns in the enemy's attacks and you haven't shared it? You're a fucking asshole." The sniper's brow was fully furrowed at this point.

"Of course my asshole is for fucking. Surely you didn't think I dressed this way out of innocent naivety or a misguided attempt to distract my foes?" Black Cat nodded assertively, before cocking his head slightly and glancing meaningfully down below with exaggerated eyebrow gesturing. Then he stopped and shrugged, before admitting, "Buuuut also it works like, 40% of the time and the other 60% relies on him being a tiny target. You wouldn't want to stake your life on it. It basically boils down to 'If enemy do big parkwide attack pattern, he probably won't do it again in the next three seconds'." As he explained the algorithm, he animatedly demonstrated explosion and three second countdown with his hands, before tapping his head.

"Even if it's not that amazing you should still coopera-" *KAZORCH* The sniper's lifeless headless body tumbled to the ground, having spent just a bit too long with his head out of cover.

"Heh. Dude maybe you should have been paying attention to the fight." Black Cat couldn't help but snicker and mock the perished sniper, mimicking the earlier tone of the man.

"Jerk." Even muffled due to the AR interference, Black Cat could still sense and hear the real world sniper getting up and telling him off now that he was out of the fight.

"Don't lose your head- Ow!" One last parting gift earned the Black Cat a smack in the face before the dearly departed sniper did physically depart.

After a little bit of kicking his feet and keeping his butt planted firmly in cover, Black Cat was bored again, but luckily, he spotted someone. "Yoohoo! Fellow drone user eh? I've got a lovely piece of cover if you wanna talk while our drones do stuff." Black Cat waved at the other person who he figured was a drone user, before kicking the smoldering corpse still sharing his spot away. Black Cat didn't seem to have any reservations about the person being from a different Faction.

@Gardevoiran
Bummer, was looking forward to RPing with you. Best of luck.
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