The Irish Tree

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

I'm interested in being in this? I know very little about Fate though.

@Mistress Dizzy

As of right now we are full. However, I will PM you if a spot opens up.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Reign of Terror

"My name? It seems I was too caught up in the scene to remember basic manners. My apologies." the Stiffest Mofo in the Universe said, offering a small respectful bow to Marie, before continuing. "I am Seamus Berkin, member of the Muninn Pharmaceutical Company. As to how I found you all...frankly it was pure coincidence. Judging by the increase in aggression, you're in possession of a Berserker card. And that Rifle...Archer, perhaps?" he said, suddenly taking a great interest in the weaponry of the humans that were practically carrying WMDs on hand and usable at will.

At the sight of Philip's Install, his gaze focused solely on him. "...So they were correct in that it wasn't limited to a single case. Judging from the sword, a Saber class, and the make...Undoubtedly King Arthur. Strangely lacking Avalon...unless it were another heroic spirit who possessed Excalibur. Mordred, perhaps?" the stiff man suddenly came alive, suddenly speculating and circling around and observing Philip from all angles, before hurriedly writing something in a notepad, his aura shifting from calm to utterly elated at the prospects laying before him. "Judging by the fact that I'm still alive, I'm assuming that you all have no intention of silencing me. As such, I've a proposition for you, if you would be interested." he said, not once stopping to let anyone speak or see him take a breath. This guy got animated once he was going. Regardless, Seamus' expression would shift to a barely visible, microscopic smile as he started to walk back out of the alley. "We'll drive. This pertains to all of you, so I suggest coming. If you do not trust me, then feel free to Install the whole way to our destination."

Across town, the motorcycle officer fell to the ground with a tumultuous clamor, lacking the reaction time to Install in order to preserve his body as he was thrown against pavement and concrete. Stone tore through cloth and flesh as he felt most of the skin on his right calf tear off along with his boot and pants leg, his arm lying in a clearly broken position. He'd clearly had better days, but was still conscious as the mysterious woman made her approach, a certain light in his eyes fading after a brief second as he looked at her. Trying to move his right leg, he quickly found the prospect laughable after it had been injured, ankle twisted. He stood absolutely no chance.

An echo resounded in his mind however that bespoke of use, of power and wants, of how he wasn't permitted to die here...but regardless of his Class Card's pleading, here was the end of the line. A murderer adept at taking life could never hope to outrun it, after all. From the very start, this had been what he had expected to happen...minus the pale lady. That was a bit on the nose for death. With a shaky, yet trained and swift hand he reached into the holster still at his hip for his gun, standard issue Nambu M60 and quickly fired a round at the woman. With a quick motion of dropping his gun and clicking on the radio strapped to his shirt, he rasped out: "Assaulting an officer...damage of public property...threatening innocents...and obstruction of justice."

One could also assume rescue services and a few police were en rout as well, given that about six dozen witnesses just fled and undoubtedly reported the incident of vehicular assault.

The Exiled Heir

Much like a fish in water, he took to the new drink like he'd lived with it in his mouth his whole life. After he'd drank, he'd listen, and with one brain swimming in booze, he was clearly letting the other do the thinking with Sajan's proposal."Well shit, never been one to turn a lady down. How about we swing by my apartment? Got some more of the good stuff to keep the party going." he said with a shit eating grin on his face. He clearly hadn't read the Kama Sutra...or perhaps any books at all.

However just as he was getting up to leave with Sajan, the TV at the bar would begin to show images of a robbed Transit vehicle...this time in the day light. And that was MINUTES ago from the way the lady reporting was talking. "-the bizarre string of robbing and igniting armored transit vehicles has continued once more today in broad daylight no less; Here, we have on the scene Tanaka Kazama.

'Here we have what some witnesses have stated was the wreckage of the vehicle, before a man wearing what appeared to be medieval armor came and made off with the stolen cash. The police have advised-' "

...Whoever had the class card was close, but given the location of the robbery, couldn't possibly be inside the bar right now. But, the feeling of a card wasn't going away...in fact it seemed to be moving closer. The man was still expecting sex, but now came the options of dumping his ass to go search, or find a way to squeeze information out of him without having to squeeze something of his to get it.

The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel

More and more the hissing and venom of the card in her possession slithered and crawled against the young girl's mind, which the nurse had diagnosed as a concussion from her fall, which she had confessed to. Fussed over for a few minutes before the nurse came to the conclusion it wasn't one, instead likely a series of migraines, she simply had the girl hold an icepack on her temple while she searched for some form of medicine from the store rooms. This would...take a while. As such, Haruka Mitsugi would be one of the ones needing a pass of excuse once she returned.

However, dangling from the rooftop, Daikichi Aikawa was far less liable to get a pass for such a reason, given that by the end of his torture session, he was convinced Ophelia would kill him if he crossed her by snitching. "M-Mitsugi? She's fucking clingy and can't take a hint...s-so I told her if she really liked me she'd jump...S-S-She didn't jump right? She couldn't be that stupid right?" he questioned and answered at the same time, clearly fighting not to piss himself as he hung over a pretty injuring, if not fatal drop. Daikichi was a member of the track team, and as such serious crippling or injuries to his prized legs were a very effective method of getting him to talk. Especially since...well, he had come to the roof under the assumption Ophelia was asking him out.

Undevoted, uncompassionate, and unwavering in his belief he did nothing wrong...he was a bit of a stuck up athlete that viewed himself as being better than most. Ophelia could assume that Mitsugi, the shrinking violet that she was had her feelings utterly scorned by him, and tossed in the trash in front of her. Perhaps both sides were fools in this, but only one was foolish enough to be dangling from a pole.

The other, was foolish enough to start giving way to a serpent's words, her eyes slowly starting to dilate as her mind raced with maddened thoughts of possessiveness, want, desire, ownership...it was her's, after all. He was her's, after all. Whatever presence had been there before of a Class Card's mana, it was steadily growing...and a tinge of overreaching malice was sweeping the school, felt only by the Masters present. "...An...chin..." she would manage before passing out in the nurse's office. She would need far more than a late pass now.

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

@13org (FYR), [@13BCTheEntity]
Magnus' ears fell flat against his hair as he realized that he must have been looking at Marxello weird...oh no, did he think he was trouble? He hadn't meant anything by it, he was just...aaaaagh, this was turning out terrible. Worried that he was going to get beat up, Magnus gulped at Marxello's approach after the clap, palms getting a little sweaty.

Then the questions came. It...was a pretty good question at that. Why was Magnus male anyhow? He himself had absolutely no clue, and honestly he doubted his mating happy parents knew either. Clearing his throat and sitting up now that he was confident that Marxello wasn't going to punch him in the face, he said: "W-Well um...my parents didn't really know either. I just sort of...happened. Sorry if that answer is um...not really helpful. I'm the seventh child in my family though, so maybe the number seven has something to do with it? Freyr might know more though."

Looking over his shoulder, Magnus called out: "Hey, Freyr! Do you um...have any information on why you were born male and all? Marxello wanted to know, and I don't know." As he waited for Freyr's reply, Magnus in the meantime would fumble with his hands, a bit nervous at kind of being interrogated in a weird way by a member of the order. "H-Hey, Marxello, do you um...happen to like monsters? Mom always used to say Heroes of the Order were really...e-err, genocidal." he asked, unintentionally calling Marxello a genocidal maniac by saying that. Freezing up, Magnus suddenly started shivering and buried his head in his hands in shame. "Sorry! I-I-I didn't mean it like that, you just seem...really...nicer than what I would have expected..." he said, trying to correct his mistake. He wouldn't blame Marxello for being mad...heck, he kind of expected it.

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

I'll be honest, I do need the other players at the Guild House to respond before I can do anything. I'm drawing a blank on my options for posting right now.

@BCTheEntity

MALE BONDING MINOTAUR TIME?

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

Magnus gave a low, and deep sigh as he moved past Haley and stepped inside glumly. It wasn't anything worth getting so spooked over. After all, Marxello was a friend...albeit kind of a scary one. He'd heard plenty of horror stories about the Order...he didn't really understand why tensions had to be at such a point between races that paladins of faith became monster dropping, purifying cherry popping crusaders. At least Marxello was nice. Heck, he even seemed to have a Monster for a girlfriend too, so maybe he was more open-minded than most. But, Magnus wasn't in any real mood to explain why Marxello was okay to have in the building, and simply walked right on in.

Given how low his shoulders were hung as he walked with his back hunched in a very visible degree of "done with this", Magnus entered the guild building and promptly collapsed at a nearby table. He was...really not feeling it after that last quest. Sure, they got a new guild member but...he still didn't get at ALL what that last "job" was supposed to be. He honestly felt like a fool for being so scared of the nothing in the woods, but...man, Celes made some scary noises with the wind. He was however at the very least glad that nobody got hurt, barring both his and Freyr's pride.

Lifting his sullenly sunken head for a moment off the table, Magnus cleared his throat and said: "Um...Marxello is with us, Miss...He's from the Order, but he's a friend. I-I mean, as long as you don't do anything wrong. I...think." the Minotaur said, giving a somewhat cautious glance to Marxello. As a man, he was intimidating. As a human, he was huge. And as a warrior? Probably someone far beyond Magnus' caliber and meager training could hope to hold a candle to. But...that was just how heroes worked, right? Old story books he read used to talk about how monsters used to be basically cannon fodder for the Human Heroes from the last Demon Lord's time. Marxello would also probably feel that Magnus was staring for too long, with a curiously focused look that could be mistaken for a glare. Minotaurs just kinda looked angry. Especially when they had a natural inclination to be sporting two black scilera'd peepers if they happened to be the only male one in existence. Well, that he knew of.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Bumping once again, as we need a Rider.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Not yet, no. Sadly I may need to pull out as things may go on for another two or so weeks. I'm so sorry about that.

@Cojemo

I see. Well, no need to apologize. That's a bit beyond your control. However, if for whatever reason we don't get another rider in two weeks or so, you'll be first on my list of people to pester. Get well soon man.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Just putting up a short post to let people continue stuff.

@Cojemo You feeling any better?

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Reign of Terror

"You'd do well to listen to him." a rather stern voiced man said, approaching from behind Thomas as he gave each of the threesome gathered in the alley a cursory glance. "Class cards. Two of them, since I'd imagine you wouldn't be carrying around a rifle in your coat like that." he continued, taking evenly paced steps that resounded the click of his feet against the hard pavement. Taking a glance over at the card lying on the ground, he then turned to Marie. "Given that our research has shown that Masters of those cards seek each other out, its safe to assume you're one as well...but definitely not target Alpha." ...If one were to talk about stiff, this guy probably had his suit starched to his body type. Nothing about this situation seemed even the slightest bit strange to this...random guy, who was just sizing up the three before him. "Hey, you there," he said before pointing at Philip. "Install...you can do it, right? If so, then go right ahead. I need to see if you're the one I'm looking for or not."

The way he phrased it, it almost seemed like he was ordering Philip to Install...whether the man was arrogant or overly confident wasn't easy to see given the unchanging expression plastered on his face, but the thing most clear to Thomas would be that this man had no class card to speak of.

Meanwhile, off on the other side of town a particular inconspicuous motor cycle cop was making his daily rounds, silently observing, making a mental checklist of people, places, faces, things, nuances in movement, speech...all from where he was parked and writing up a ticket on some schmuck that had parked in an explicit "No-Parking Zone". "Sixteen...no, seventeen names. Looks just like he described them. Tonight...Tonight honey." he droned to himself in his thoughts before suddenly getting snapped out of his daze and slipping back onto his back and heading back out on his rounds.

The Exiled Heir

The acrid stench of cheap beer and...well, less than savory substances staining the seats of the bar, the described target downing some good old cheap hooch straight from the bottle as Sajan found herself conversing with him. He gave her a look once she came in, sizing her up with a great deal of curiosity. Her rather exotic appearance and...conflicting sort of garb did indeed help to differentiate her from the chintzy women that had made the bar their den. They practically screamed: "Gold diggers" from the looks of them, but they were irrelevant to the mission.

"Doin' fine. Not as fine as you look though." he said, with what could be one of the most pathetic passes at a woman that could have been heard in...like, two lifetimes if you counted Sajan's card companion. No wonder he hung around such cheap women...it seemed Mr. Charisma had to buy his way into having companionship. Regardless, his seeming inability to properly socialize with the opposite sex would likely pose a potent piece for Sajan to abuse. More alcohol would likely loosen his lips, and given that he seemed to have reacted very little to her presence as a Card Master, it could be presumed that that sort of "Sixth Sense" was being dulled by the buzz. Given how fond he was of cheap booze, perhaps something pricier would loosen him up even more...

That or whatever she wanted to do. There was a sort of...strangeness to the room though. As if the Card's presence wasn't exactly perfectly centered in it. Oh god no he was talking again. "So...where you from honey? Pakistan?" he asked, with all the cultural awareness of a drunk donkey. Given his complexion and general facial structure, in addition to his broke as fuck japanese, one could assume he was American.

The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel

As lunch time started to roll around at Hideaki High School, a young girl with mossy green hair sat alone in a class of chatting students in class 1-B. Her food was bland, but nourishing, and her mind was much more focused on the fragmented whispers and hisses resounding in her mind. "Hurry to him~. We don't need to keep the groom waiting." it chimed in, only for the girl to rub her temples. Did...did she get a concussion from that fall? Yes, that must be it. Rising once she finished her lunch, she figured she'd got get checked out at the nurse's office before next period. Why did she even jump again...?

...Again...and again she would for him. If that's what it took to show her love then-

Snapping herself out of a doze just before she would have ran smack dab into a doorframe, the girl scurried out with her bag slung over her shoulder, shuffling to the nurse's office. Passing by, she tried to ignore the rumors some had heard of seeing her jump, while other snickered. She felt...small and pathetic. Alone and- "It's okay~. These pretenders don't know what love really is. He promised he'd go out with you after that, right? Then just tie him up real tight and never let go~" something hissed into her mind once more. Clutching her head, the girl was starting to get really worried and picked up the pace, the distinct sound of snakes buzzing in her brain.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

How is everyone in terms of knowledge of the nasuverse and the type-moon franchise?

@1Charak2

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Some people are just slower, or have stuff going on in their lives. That's completely fine. As a side note, I'm one of those people who have stuff going on, and I've been feeling terrible for the past few days, so I'm sorry to everyone for the delay in getting my sheet up.

@Cojemo

No need to apologize Cojemo. Stuff happens, heck, I got a friend who's taking longer to make a sheet for far dumber reasons. Looking at you @DoktorSchnabel