The Irish Tree

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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@Guess Who

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Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

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It’s almost like one of them was made a decade after the other and animation techniques, production values, and whatnot changed in that time!

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Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Reign of Terror

@Guess Who,@Fourze,@Suku,@1Charak2

July 19th/Time: 10:24 AM

The last shuddering breath the police officer took was labored, and painful to partake in. To think that all his efforts, all his ambitions would amount to dying in the street. No cause or real reason behind it, save for this woman being a master out for blood...he assumed. All he could make were assumptions as he in vain tried to prop himself up on his arm, only to feel it quiver and falter, letting his body fall limp as his heart sought to pump, only letting more blood flow out than into itself. Looking at Jeanne, his eyes were glassy and sullen, as if he'd had all hope stripped away from him. Martyr? Murderer? He was neither. Slinking down and starting to slowly close his eyes, the faintest calling of the card that had once been hid was audible, but not important. He'd sleep the wound off and go back to business...they all deserved punishment. And that's what an officer did. It was his job to punish them...and he'd punish her as well, after he took his little nap that would last forever.

The class card that had been in his possession, now wedged between concrete cracks reverberated its sorrow in a dull, and quiet pulse of leftover mana from his being. Perhaps a desperate call for help, or perhaps just the anguish of a being losing one similar to itself. Either way, that pulse would remain a while, and as such the card was not to be hard to find should one seek it out.

It would take the police eleven minutes to arrive and find their brother in arms dead on the pavement, first responders carrying his body off after searching out evidence that didn't exist. The only thing knowable was that he had died from a massive puncture wound that wasn't from a gunshot, and that according to eye witnesses, some pale woman had caused him to have an accident, his ruined bike crashed into a nearby bookstore's front window. Carnage and brutality in the eye of the public, giving fuel to something that nobody intended to feed.

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Seamus paused suddenly as he opened the door to his car, bearing a close resemblance to a Lexus GS Sedan, and looked at the general direction the incident had occurred with Jeanne, the mana in the air being tangible from this far away...and maybe even a bit further. "...Get in. That was no ordinary servant being installed. Change of plans." Naturally, the threesome of Philip, Marie, and Thomas would sense that influx of mana that dabbed the air with the taste of murder and figure that maybe this guy was trying to help rather than cause more problems. With Thomas taking shotgun and the two youngers in the back, they would soon come to realize that Seamus was fucking godawful at driving, and it was a miracle that they got there in one piece at all with the influx of people being directed away due to the police setting up the yellow tape, after a seven minute drive. Assuming that they saw that they wouldn't need to go fight right away, the trio would likely Un-Install/Un-Include their cards for the time being. Especially since Philip likely didn't want to explain to the police why he was carrying a sword and wearing plate mail.

Stepping out from his car with a look of confidence, as if he hadn't just tried to Tokyo Drift his way out here, Seamus opened the doors for Thomas and the others, before heading over to have a talk with the officer in charge. Seemed he must have had some connections if he was able to wade in police territory. Probably helped with the traffic violations.

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Meanwhile, at Julianna's apartment, Jeanne's mind would slowly piece together the murders and slight fragments of memories she had taken from the card, even if it had only been through brief contact. Beheadings, and mangling of bodies...far more than the police had found. Strong feelings of hatred were rampant in these windows into the officer's past...but also, the True Name of his class card's sealed servant became evident as well.

The adoration of murder in the sake of a self-righteous worldview, all built around tearing down those who stand against you. Though he opposed the death penalty, he soon found himself abusing it to silence those against him. The one who beheaded thousands of people during the reign of the Jacobins, and cemented himself as a political power before his ironic and untimely execution, brought about by his fellow Jacobins.

Maximilian Robespierre: The Incorruptible. Fittingly, an Assassin class Servant with a Noble Phantasm used purely for single target execution.

While the information was useful in a way, it did little, since now Jeanne wouldn't have to fight him...unless someone else picked up his card.

The Exiled Heir(s)?

@Etranger

July 19th/Time: 1:36 PM

The guy was out like a light, in for the worst hangover of his life whenever he'd awaken. Quickly responding to the call placed, a rather tired sounding man picked up to answer Sajan. "Agent Kaur? We've recieved those reports, and are getting eyes on your area now. Stand by, and try and pinpoint the mana signature of their card if you can. The armored figure was seen carrying a dufflebag with the stolen goods, so there might be a chance they're blending in while carrying it. Even if it wasn't the target, good work on apprehending the one with the bait cash. Although, your acting needs some work." the voice said, ending the call after that bit of a jab at Sajan. While Sajan had only recently been in Junyo for a week at best, she'd likely recognize that the person she'd called was the Chief Operating Officer of Muninn, Abigail Miller. While she had been helpful in the immediacy of information gathering and sending out various persons to monitor the area, it did seem that the lapse in information was a major error.

Now, Sajan would be left to monitor the area while backup was being rolled out for monitoring the area, as the mana signature started getting closer, but identifiably weaker. They had definitely uninstalled their class card by now, and were attempting to blend into the civilian crowd in the area. of the people coming by on the street, many looked like typical street toughs, which would make it difficult to discern who could be it. However, one man was visibly carrying a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a phone pressed to his ear and a ring on the hand holding it inset with some large red gemstone. Whether it was real or fake didn't matter much, but the man's air gave off a sense of unease, dressed in rather normal looking street clothes with unkempt hair, yet sporting a gem that looked almost fake and looking at his phone with impatience and worry on his face. Regardless, if Sajan was going to try and make a move, she'd need to make sure he didn't immediately get spotted as another Class Card user. Perhaps a higher vantage point would serve better for this...or just a flat out assassination attempt.

The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel

@Pie Flavor,@Enkryption
Daikichi was left to dangle for a bit, not wanting to scream of fear of looking pathetic, and also because Ophelia could...make it look like an accident if he dropped.

Awakening some time after in the Nurse's office once more, Mitsugi left while the nurse was busy with a call somewhere...somewhere unimportant. All that mattered was him right now, her thoughts were a hissing and knotted ball of desires and emotions all biting at each other, all killing one another for sport and dominance in her mind, leading her to wobble a bit as she walked. Soon however her steps became steady, her right hand covering its respectively sided eye and continuing to walk. Even if her mind was...melting a little, she still felt a throbbing pain in her eyes in particular...as if there were signs leading somewhere that didn't make sense. Regardless...oh! He forgot his lunch, right? That'd be the romantic thing to happen right? So of course it happened...of course that pathetic, idiotic man could so easily scorn and forget something prepared with love and care for him, and instead settle for cheap slop processed at the hands of some faceless nameless machine...but now she could make him food!

The atmosphere at the school was growing more...oppressive. Snakes could be heard in the walls as Mitsugi walked down to the home economics room. It wasn't that Ophelia was there at all...in fact, she didn't even see her, in her personal delusion. The flour on Ophelia's countertop started...running away in straight lines etched across Samuel's portrait. Sliding the door open, Mitsugi didn't even seem to have entered the room at all, she was just...at a counter making dough now. Ophelia could probably easily get away unscathed, but the green haired girl seemed in a trance, just...humming something to herself.

Not to mention, with two class cards present in one room, it was practically a "Here we are" searchlight for any other masters within the school at the time.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

I'm going to wait until friday for people to post, and if not then I'm just gonna advance all three events.

Sidenote: After next post, I'm going to start moving events along individually rather than all at once, as that kinda sucks to bog the pacing down.

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

My apologies for not only being late (At least in my timezone) and for not having much for Magnus to say. He can't really retort anything Marxello is saying, he just kinda clearly doesn't like it. Sorry if it feels inadequate, especially since Marxello and Freyr were so verbose.

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

@13org (FYR), @BCTheEntity

In a way, Magnus was now far more terrified of Marxello than before. And, Freyr's speech scared him all the better, for deep down he felt an ocean of sympathy for it. Humans...it all really did seem to stem from humans when it came to such issues. While it was true that there were monsters that did things like Marxello said, he'd read how it had been before...monsters killed for sport, for glory and gold, some of which had never wronged man, simply been a hideous obstacle in the way of what they deemed theirs. Holding his head in his hands, Magnus did his best not to just...break down here. It was terrifying, honestly. Looking up at Marxello for a brief moment, Magnus hurriedly excused himself from the table, stumbling on the foot of his chair and nearly ramming his kneecap into the floorboard. Taking a quiet, deep breath, he tried to calm himself, doing his best not to show anger, or fear, or anything else that was swirling in the Hodge-Podge of emotions welling in his chest.

In his swaying to emotion and desperate attempt to escape from the situation and awkward silence surrounding the table, Magnus had scarcely realized that a new, or perhaps she'd been there and he was away at the time, guildmate. Giving the new (to him) centaur girl a light wave, Magnus quickly bade farewell to the awkward table before figuring that it'd ironically be less awkward trying to talk to the man who stormed out. hurriedly following after Freyr, Magnus was hesitant to say anything, but in his concern, as well as lack of anything else coming to mind, he asked: "A-Are you alright? Your hands are bleeding...a-and you seemed really mad back there."

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

I'll get a post up tomorrow...sorry about that. Been busy with midterms and assignments and all that.
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Elder Tale: Sapporo the winds of fortune

"Please calm down. We'll help you so...j-just leave it to us!" Tafui said before taking a massive bite out of his pork. "Mafhuko, whe needf tho moohve kweck!" he managed before just about choking to death. Taking a solid minute to pound on his chest to keep himself from suffocating on delicious pork, Tafui would be lying on the ground on all fours panting and wheezing.

Once he uh...remembered how to breath, he was good to go, and hurriedly packed up his gear in Cu Culinary before packing that up into his inventory. Trying to maintain an air of competence after his utterly incompotent display, and cleared his throat. "W-We'll help you Ma'am. Do you happen to know where these Youkai are?" he asked as he tried to look confident, despite being absolutely terrified at the prospect of fighting. Pain was real here and...a druid especially could get hurt more than most. Mountain Swallow glowed with a soft amber light on his hip, the unusual weapon having sensed danger, not really knowing that the real danger to Tafui was his own incompetence. Regardless of how he or his blade felt, now was the time to move on the miko's directions. And of course, the assumption that Matsuko would follow. He couldn't do much without her, after all.

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.