The Irish Tree

Mahou Hīrō

A man in his late twenties, alone with a bouquet of flowers of varying hues of purple, dark blue, and pink strolled down the streets of Shibuya-Cho. Judging from the look of contentment on his face, one might find it easy to find that he was eagerly going to meet a girlfriend or wife with those...although unfortunately, those flowers would wind up cast to the side. Kaiki Nageki, former Nirenger and current defender of justice was simply walking leisurely to the hospital where his best friend was staying at before he started hearing screams from citizens a block or so ahead. Particularly children. Cursing under his breath, the seasoned hero gingerly placed the flowers on the ground. He'd...be back. He hoped. Walking forward, he tucked the front of his white sweatshirt into his pants, exposing the silver and white built on his waist that seemed WAY too conspicuous to be a normal belt. Turning the crank on the side 90 degrees with his right hand, the Belt suddenly started blaring: "BIRIBIRIBIRIBIRI SPARKING! BIRIBIRIBIRIBIRI SPARKING!" over some form of speaker as he walked forward. "Henshin." he declared before pushing the crank in with his fist, the belt making a small electrical noise before his body was almost instantly covered with a white suit of armor befitting a hero. "AMP UP!" the belt shouted, the black eyes of his helmet lighting up for a moment as it formed. "CHAAAAANGE SPARK!" the belt finished, a blue scarf appearing and tucking itself around his neck, billowing in the breeze as he rounded the corner.

"Just small fry huh?" he asked as he craned his neck to the right and left, cracking it a bit. They hadn't noticed him yet, but sneak attacking was out of the question given that there were still civilians fleeing. Hurriedly kicking a nearby light pole so hard that it crumpled near the base and started to lean at a 30 degree angle, Kaiki ran the length of the pole and jumped off, landing on and promptly punching the ever-living fuck out of a small monster below him, a sparking hole torn through its mask as it disintegrated. Now he had their attention. Getting into a fighting stance with one hand poised in front of him in a balled fist, the other at his hip, Kaiki turned his head to see two young children, an older brother and a younger sister he presumed. "You two get running. Big Bro's got this." he said confidently before charging right into the approaching mass of flesh and despair.

Now that the kids were out of the way, it was time to get violent. As he was grabbed on the arm by one of the monsters, a sudden bolt of white jumped from him to it, the monster's arm reeling back in pain as its hand started to burn up, before Spark grabbed it at the elbow and gave it another jolt. Another monster approached from the side, only to be batted back into the mob with his impromptu living mace. "You're making me late you know." Kaiki said as if the monsters understood him as he bludgeoned more of them, deliberately trying to agitate them more and more. Letting his captive weapon go after flinging it, Kaiki pushed in the crank on his belt once, the device shouting: "SPARK UP! 10, 100, 1000, 100,000,000!" as a current ran down from the belt to his leg, enveloping it in crackling electricity that crackled and roared furiously. Just before he was about to get grabbed and pulled in, he jumped into the air and spinning for a bit. About a dozen feet of the ground, one of the minions tried to jump at him, instead being batted down by the motion of his foot extending out. "RIDER FLASHKICK! he roared before he took the jumping minion along with most of the others for an electrifying ride, the remaining light posts and various store fronts suddenly sparking to life as if struck by a power switch, violently flickering as Spark's kick let out a final burst before a majority of the crowd detonated from the force and voltage.

Standing amidst a pile of disintegrating monster bodies, Spark started mopping up some of the stragglers, although from the sounds of distant screams, it definitely seemed that now wasn't the time to return to civilian status. "Sorry Chiaki...gonna have to reschedule. Dammit, those flowers were perfect too." he griped as he reached into the shadowy mass of a monster and crushing its heart with his hand. Today would be a loooong day...Without much else to gripe about once the small mob was cleaned up, he'd move onto the next. Fifty down...countless to go.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

As morning came and his snores died down, Magnus would stretch and greet the morning sun. Floor was comfy enough for now, but he really hoped they could fix up the beds at some point. Scratching his head and letting out a deep yawn, Magnus left his temporary room and trotted downstairs, his messy hair in a huge disheveled tide down his shoulders. "Mornin'..." he greeted sleepily, just in time to hear Bart ask how much people earned, as well as talking about their larder. A tinge of guilt weighed on Magnus' shoulders, as he was kind of a big guy and as such ate a lot...reaching into the gold pouch he'd received from yesterday, he withdrew a pile of about 100 coins and put them on the table. "I don't really need the gold all that much...b-but maybe I can find some cheap beds at some point too."

With his pouch now at 50 GP, Magnus was left to ponder what job to take for the day. Love your Neighbor was...well, frankly, Magnus felt it was better suited to a more charismatic sort of adventurer. He just wasn't good with people...or fighting them. Humble Beginnings made him think of his job yesterday, pondering if that was the same lady at the port. Had to be. Though, religion wasn't much his business. His father always told him that a man chooses his faith and sticks to it...so Magnus knew he had to be careful getting roped into those matters. Same reason he wouldn't take A Tempest Looms...and Water and Honesty was sketchy and vague.

However...Dragon's Dressmaker...was a loincloth fashionable? No way. But, then he read The Girl Who Cried. An animal was something he could fight without having to hold back! And, it looked like someone was already in on that quest, so they'd be able to take down the beast no problem. It also seemed that he didn't care WHO would come, so...even better! Magnus excitedly followed after Freyr, shouting: "I'll help slay that wolf!" Not only did Freyr seem dependable, he was also a Male Monster, something that Magnus felt was a HUGE point of similarity between them. Maybe they could be friends...he hoped.

Knights of Elementia.

Well, an assassination attempt wasn't far from the first thing Oriel expected to happen. In fact, it was probably in the top 5. Regardless, danger was present, and just before she was ready to spring up with her luggage containing her armor as a shield, Arno moved to defend her, flawlessly defending the arrows...although it seemed that their Knight of Lightning had been assuredly killed. While she'd seen death before, many times even, the idea that this attack was so brazen still shook her a bit. The Knight of Metal seemed to have some form of death wish, and as such was offering to draw their fire with nothing but two corpses strapped to his back. "Had I the luxury of time, I'd offer to do the same." she said, opening her trunk and hastily tossing the Knight of Metal her sallet. "But we have little in the way of time. I doubt that they'll actively shoot at you with your shields...they'd likely leave you last." she said, putting on her gauntlets. "Buying time with more bodies is unsatisfactory...but I've no better plan. Unless you'd like to take the time to use my armor." she offered, turning to the injured Mira and grimacing. If the Knight of Metal didn't mind a bit of chafing, her armor might very well save his damn life. An arrow in the shoulder...and from their looks, none of the party were doctors of any sort.

While she wasn't a doctor, she'd seen plenty of idiots think that removing the arrow was a smart thing to do, and as such said: "Don't touch it. You'll lose more blood." This was bad...luckily she'd had at least some degree of protection and it wasn't chainmail, but a shot in the shoulder was serious. They needed to get Mira to safety, or her shoulder could very well heal incorrectly, or they could all just be shot to death. "Arno, we need to get Mira out of here. Telius, could you lend a shoulder?"

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

@Demon Shinobi
At this point I'm tempted to say we could just do Renatus' thing in a collab just to get it out of the way. But I'm still interested...just kinda can't do much.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

"I-I didn't get a name..." Magnus said to Neil, wondering just what had him so bothered about this priest, but finding the good sense to drop it once he said to forget about it. They'd only just met after all...not like he could really give life advice. Especially since the lives of humans were a bit foreign to him. But, Magnus couldn't help but nod at Neil's request, tilting his head and flicking his ears at the whisper that he couldn't hear. Was...something really wrong about this? "I promise." he said adamantly. Carrying his MOUNTAIN of firewood back to the guild hall, Magnus was wondering if maybe that really was a doppelganger...but why would it copy Neil? And be blonde?

Once the fire was going and Magnus set his like...week's worth of firewood aside as it had been far too much, he would relax, shaking the ground a bit as he just dropped on his ass and yawned. "Nnn...the girls that came with me just up and vanished Mr. Bart...I figured they'd be fine on their own though. I-I hope at least...H-How did everyone else's jobs go?" he said, now suddenly worried for the girls that had abandoned him. Siting up after a moment, Magnus' stomach grumbled. "...Err...I should have bought some meat from the market...Does anybody feel like wild boar?" he asked before hefting his axe off of his back, the steel gleaming a bit in the light of the fire.

Mahou Hīrō

SPARKING!

Name: Kaiki Nageki

Alias: Formerly Midorenger of Color Sentai Nirenger, currently goes by Kamen Rider Spark

Appearance:

Armored

A re-purposed version of his Midorenger suit. The armor has been lined with a specialized coating designed to conduct electricity better without sacrificing speed or structural integrity. The blue muffler was just a remnant of the old "Buddy" Scarf system the Nirengers had, where two team members of different colors could perform a unique combination move together. His was with the Blue Nirenger, Aorenger

Unarmored

Kaiki stands at roughly 5'9", with a fairly lean build due to his cybernetics being designed mostly for speed and ease of movement. His hair is usually extremely unkempt and spiky, due to the electricity coursing through his skin and helmet when in Gear. His skin is a bit on the pale side, due to how often he actually spends most of his days practically living in his suit.

Age: 27

Personality: Kaiki is a person that could be best described as very extreme. His emotions are very liable to get the best of him, and he's so stubborn that trying to talk to him is like trying to talk to a brick wall. He however, does have an absolutely unshakable concept of morality that he won't betray, and will often go to the extreme to try and eliminate evil. His hands are figuratively stained red with how many monsters and murderer's heads he's caved in with them. While he puts on an intense air of confidence, he's actually genuinely terrified of losing other people to the same beasts that killed his team, and as such would throw himself into the fray without hesitation, and fight tooth and nail to the death if he needed to save someone innocent.

He's too reckless for his own good, often literally using his belt to the point of physical exhaustion and fatigue. His intelligence isn't so grand either, with most of his plans boiling down to: Punch it until it is a finely spread paste. When he's not pissed about monsters and evil however, Kaiki often finds himself unable to say no to someone in need, even if it'd make him late for something important, or if its something stupid. Like a cat in a tree. Consequently, he fucking hates cats.

Biography: Much of Kaiki's early life was idyllic to say the least. Sentai blood runs in the family, what with his father being the previous head of the team he'd later join; Color Sentai: Nirenger. His older brother would become the Akarenger, with the position of Midorenger being filled by him soon after. Part of the government sponsored Seven Man team, life was exhilarating for Kaiki, as not only did he get to save the city he lived in on a regular basis, as a team the Nirengers were unstoppable. For roughly four years, victory was assured for the well known "Super Team" of cyborg enhanced humans who had become a commercial success. By the time he was 20, life was exceptionally good, what with the team having gained fame international, even inspiring another Sentai team on the other end of the globe.

Four years ago today would be the final battle of the Nirengers with a powerful monster by the name of Buckethead. It wasn't a traditional final battle either...in the sense that the entire team was beaten beyond either to the point of crippling debilitation even with modern cybernetic enhancements, or just...outright killed. Alarmingly enough, only Kaiki and the Purple Murarenger Chiaki Takamaki survived the attack, albeit suffering tremendous damage physically and emotionally at seeing their teammates slaughtered. The most alarming part to Kaiki however were the words that Buckethead said before leaving them battered and broken; "Now you have borne witness, and have become despair itself." Later that day, Buckethead would mysteriously take its own life after being confronted by several different teams of both magical girls and Rangers, impaling himself on his harpoon. What was a relief for everyone else was nothing more than another low blow to Kaiki, as he realized that now, he'd never be able to avenge his brother, or his friends.

Left without any sense of dramatic tension left behind it, or any real purpose, Buckethead's death drove both him and Chiaki into a deep wrought depression, one that was so deep that the Nirengers were out of commission entirely forever. No attempts to resurrect the team were successful, as this was one of the largest total team wipes to date in recent years, and the name Nirengers itself became ill-spoken. With nothing ahead of his life but physical rehabilitation and psychological evaluations, Kaiki was nearly ready to forfeit his life entirely to being nothing more than a civilian, until he received an enigmatic visitor in his hospital room...

Some strange quack of a scientist proclaiming that he had the necessary technology to get Kaiki functioning as a hero, albeit better than ever. The procedure detailed involved transplanting some form of battery into his heart to supercharge his body, in what could only be described as someone who didn't know how science worked explaining their science fair project. Initially Kaiki rejected him, however the man came back and showed off a functioning prototype, bringing a dead rat back to life, before it quickly gnawed the bars of its cage open and escaped. That aside, Kaiki's motivation was renewed at the prospect of becoming a hero again, this time devoted to exterminating evil wholeheartedly with newfound strength and power...however, the good doctor never specified the cost of the treatment. Only saying that he owed him a favor in return. One painful operation later and a day or so of resting, Kaiki was now an incredibly powerful cyborg, taking on the mantle of Kamen Rider Spark, and dying his old suit and recustomizing his belt to be white. Even if it wasn't a rainbow, he still wanted to carry all his friend's colors with him, and two years ago rejoined the crime fighting scene as Spark.

Powers: Lightning Embodiment: With a powerful electricity generator in his heart, Kamen Rider Spark is capable of outputting and withstanding obscene amounts of electricity, to the point where his heart is pretty much a perpetual power source for him. Of course, most of that power is kept on lockdown until he transforms into his actual Rider form to prevent him from sneezing and frying a room full of grocery store shoppers. While he hasn't exactly pushed himself enough to run out of power for his heart, he has reached a max of 20 million volts at 0.2 Ampules, lethal to a normal human which thankfully he is shielded from with his body enhancements fit to accomodate his heart. How high he can actually go is unknown, but it is likely that his heart would either stop at max or...explode. He doesn't know which.

Enhanced Endurance and Strength is also a byproduct of his nature as a cyborg.

Finishers: Special moves typically used to end a fight at the climax. So far, he has:
Rider Flashkick: A high speed corkscrew kick delivered out of a jump, typically resulting in a massive surge of electricity before the opponent is caught in an explosion.
Rider Rolling Thunder: An electrically charged series of punches launched from a rolling motion, with Kaiki's upper body weaving in a figure eight pattern as he dodges any potential blows. VERY flashy, and not very practical, but most finishers aren't anyhow.

Power Origin: Cybernetic Enhancements and a Super-Battery-Dynamo in his heart.

Other: Started to develop feelings for Chiaki around a year after resuming duty, and visits her every other day in the hospital.
Dislikes spicy foods, prefers salty foods.
He sleeps with his finger in an electrical socket to charge up over night.
Theme

Knights of Elementia.

A great deal of annoyance became evident on Oriel's face as she was pretty much shoved to the wagon along with the others...some ceremony. The minute it was over, they were rushed out as if all the problems were in a tight timeslot to be repaired straight away. And then reality hit her...she hadn't anything to defend or protect herself with, barring the dagger and sword that Arno had given her. In a panic, she was trying her best to slip away, only to just be shoved along. She wished for an instant that her status would have been enough to take a fucking minute to get her equipment, but apparently these palace hands were under the assumption that everyone was fully armed at all times...Oh gods, all the other Knights were. What kind of situation was she getting involved with now?

Regardless, griping about it would do nothing. Keeping her chin up and dignity intact, Oriel was thinking of how guilty she felt just...up and leaving her caretaker for over a year now without so much as a goodbye. As much as she wanted to avenge her father and all that, debts must always be repaid, especially to those who are patient enough to wait. Just as she was about to take another step onto the wagon, a thunderous calamity could be heard a bit back down the road. "LET ME THROUGH! BLAST IT, CAN NO ONE SPARE AN OLD MAN AN INCH OF ROAD TO TREAD!?" a familiar, yet far more frustrated sounding voice resounded as an elderly man, clearly in his eldest of years was carrying a large trunk behind him, making impressive headway to the wagon.

"Hendrick!?" Oriel said aloud in surprise, the elderly librarian panting as he got closer. "Phew...made it just in time...Oriel...I know that you have to answer the summons...but you...whoo...l-let me catch my breath..." the elderly man said, dabbing his sweat covered face with his shirt collar. "You need to be able to defend yourself the way your father taught you!" he said, before just about thrusting the heavy trunk into Oriel's arms, the young woman maintaining her balance despite the weight. "This is...father's equipment?" she asked, receiving a nod and a reply of: "The same you polished and maintained for all this time."

Taken aback by the act of kindness that she deemed almost Saintly, Oriel gingerly set the trunk down before giving her friend a hug, the old man returning it in kind. "I...thank you. For everything. For letting me at least try to lead a normal life." she said before sticking a hand into her pockets and producing the pouch of coins he'd given her for grocery shopping that day. "Sure you'll manage without me? Claudia from down the street might be fit to help," Oriel suggested, only to be met with the elder's statement of: "Bah! Strong arms, but no thought. Girl hasn't rented a good book from me in years. Anyway...you take care now. Go with peace, Oriel. May you and your new friends be legends in the making. Good ones, I'd assume." he said before giving a smile and a nod to the Knights, giving Oriel one last hug before being on his way, clutching his lower back. "Oof...last time I run with a trunk of armor...Sword's on the bottom!" he grumbled, then shouted before making his way on out of the commotion and clamor of the crowds.

Oriel took a deep breath before resigning herself to this prophesied knighthood, lifting her trunk to step into the wagon, figuring it'd be best to take a seat beside Arno, and quickly finding a wolf to enter the wagon. Well...that was certainly something to be alarmed about. At least it would have been, had Oriel not had experience hunting such things from her younger days. Without a pack, a wolf wasn't much, and the softest spot of the neck could be reached easily enough to cut through without worry of its pack-mates. However, it seemed as tame as a hunting dog as it bounded towards its master, eliciting a small smile from Oriel. Loyalty was...something she admired, especially from what was usually viewed as an untamable wild beast.

Relaxing, Oriel moved her hands to pull her hood down, no longer feeling the need to hide anything from the others as it was. Her name was enough reason not to, she'd imagined. "It troubles me not, Leonidas. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am Oriel Schulz...and I do hope that our journey will be fruitful. Though I've heard all your names from the announcement, I feel we've still much to learn of one another before we can come to trust in each other. And, Ayla, if you would like to, I can teach you some of the customs of the area. I'm interested in where you hail from, personally." she said, accustomed to being good at delivering pleasantries, greetings, and offers of mutual benefit as a previously housed noblewoman. And...she was trying really hard not to break down and ask where exactly all the others were getting their strange animal companions. "I hope to not bore you with tales of myself, however. We've time enough...at least I assume. Where are we going?"

Mahou Hīrō

Grieving his teammate's death, Tatsuo planned revenge against all the ones who killed then, starting with the only surviving members of the Nirengers who were the ones leading the attack that lead to the first death within the team. Finding the Midorenger who had just returned to crime fighting Tatsuo charged against him head on. Unfortunately, the Midorenger had powers Tatsuo hadn't seen when he fought against him before, catching him by surprise and giving the upper hand to the ranger. Tatsuo was defeated by a kick to the head, losing his balance and falling to the river bank and floating away.

The kick in the head managed to awake Tatsuo’s consciousness after 5 years of being brainwashed. His previous grief turned into hatred and anger against the organization that made him, for robbing him of five years of his life, for forcing him and others to become their puppets, for tainting his hands with innocent blood and for erasing his chances of a normal life. Tatsuo swore revenge against M.I.R.R.O.R and other criminal organizations, promising to burn them to the ground even if it is the last thing he does. Two years from then Tatsuo continues his fight against evil, occasionally helping other heroes from the shadows.

@Fourze

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Who's still here, anyhow? If there's not that many players left, I might consider creating a new character, assuming the idea behind her is allowable.

@BCTheEntity

I am here. And, I submitted a second character, just kinda haven't had much time to post last few days.

Knights of Elementia.

Same as Duoya. Sorry, been busy.