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Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Expect an update either tomorrow or Thursday.

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

Just a heads up: I'm gonna be extremely busy until about Wednesday this week, so I won't be able to post until then.

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

...trying to choke a Dullahan.

oh boy

...well this is going to be fun.

@Rune_Alchemist

Just gotta pop Arletta's head off like an action figure, bonk 'em right in the noggin.

So is this RP still opened up, cause I believe I might have a decent character idea.

@EndOfMyWarudo

Fairly certain it is. Our cast's shrunk a bit.

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

@PaulHaynek
"Siblings...let's see...I was the 7th one in my family, and there was uh...Clarissa, Mauve, and Annie, and Joan, and Kira after...so I have 11 siblings." Magnus answered, completely straight faced as if it were completely normal to lose track. "All girls though...I really don't know why I'm male, I'm being honest." he said, crossing his arms.

Hearing question of what was no doubt Freyr, Magnus brightened up a bit. "Those rumors must be about Freyr. He's a really awesome member of the guild; Shoots a bow faster than I even notice him pulling an arrow out. N-No, I never knew him before joining the guild...and, coincidences are coincidences for a reason, right? B-Besides...I was only invited here because my father turned down his invitation." he said, remembering that he was...kind of just a second choice. However he did realize that all he was doing was just responding to the dwarves' mentions of the conversation being one-sided. As such, he voiced a question after clearing his throat: "Um...Why are you so interested in Male Monsters anyways? And aside from that, do you um...have any siblings?" Magnus was kind of just going in circles with the conversation it seemed. He wasn't...used to talking to people this much. Most of the time his family just "Did" instead of talking about what they planned on doing. As such, he tended to just do whatever he felt silently.

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The Dragon's Dressmaker

@Eviledd1984
"Very well. Hold this rope and do not let go. It would take me a while to find you in this fog if you strayed away." Nephele said, offering the rope to Maria. Once she'd taken hold, Nephele would lead her through the dense air surrounding the area. The grass on the way tickled at their knees with how tall it had grown...it seemed no man or beast ventured out to cut or eat it. Regardless, it would not take them too long to walk to a rather foreboding, darkly lit cave that screamed: "Dungeon Boss Inside" from appearance alone. Given that the fog was nonexistent here, there wasn't much need for the rope as Nephele lead Maria further inside, lighting sconces along the way with a piece of flint and her claws.

Once they'd walked a fair distance inside, Maria would see a fortune's worth of golden coins, glittering jewels, gem encrusted jewelry and ceremonial swords all organized into distinctly neat, yet very messily placed piles. "Do not mind my hoard; it is an appallingly poor one I know, but rest assured, I've enough to compensate you." she said, as if she was possessing nothing more than the clothes off her back. That was...a lot of money. Given her hoarding habits, the scales, and the bit of noble air around her, it was getting clearer that she was some sort of Draconic Monster. "Have a seat, and I will discuss your task at hand." she said, moving a rather expensive looking mahogany long table into place, setting a place at it for Maria across from her. They would be separated by a huuuuuge divide in table length, of roughly 10 or so feet, but it was close enough to talk.

After a minute of waiting at said table, Maria would be presented with a vintage wine served in a crystalline polished glass, as well as a...more than generous serving of what appeared to be an entire roasted turkey. "I apologize if it is not enough. In waiting, some of the food I had purchased for meeting Bart's party spoiled." Nephele said before taking her place at the opposite end, seeming to have a much more meager and humble meal than Maria, featuring water served in a wooden goblet, as well as a few slices of bread topped with some sort of mushroom thinly sliced atop it, seemingly buttered. Strange that she had a roasted turkey and melted butter, but almost no kitchen utensils whatsoever save for the forks and knives laid before Maria. Midway through eating a piece of her own meal, she suddenly realized something. "I completely neglected to ask...are you a vegetarian, Maria? If so, I can procure you something more suitable." Whatever Nephele wanted Maria to do, it must have been something important to her to have laid out a meal fit for...well, not a mercenary on a job, that's for certain. Especially given how it seemed that she was depriving herself of the same luxury.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

@Guess Who,@Fourze,@Suku

Reign of Terror

A couple of people might have been wondering what a little girl was doing there, but at least one person was willing to speak up, giving Marie the info that it looked like some kind of black sword with red writing on it all over. The woman describing it said that it definitely looked like foreign writing, and definitely wasn't in English characters. After a few more minutes, someone else would bring up that they'd walked around the block just as the assailant had the officer on the ground and had some kind of weird black armor on. Though from the way he was describing it, it was more obvious that the assailant was different from the one that would be reported robbing transit vehicles...given that the news reports didn't show them having a tiara.

Regardless, unless the trio felt like investigating around the entire city for that specific woman with just the three of them, it'd take an insane amount of time. Perhaps that was best left to the police. They'd be able to get a composite sketch from a witness, one could assume.

"We've gotten the saliva swabbed from the Card. It might still be a bit unsanitary, but one of you should try and cull the Servant inside's favor. A first hand account would be invaluable." Seamus piped up, holding the bag with the Assassin Class Card. He didn't especially care on who got it, but if one were to Install it to try and force a connection, then it'd be best to not be in public. Maybe just inside Seamus' car would work. Regardless, it wasn't likely that one would want to connect their mind to one who'd lend their powers to murder...

@Etranger

The Exiled Heirs

"Yep...just keep waiting..." the man about to assault Sajan thought to himself, his sword turning in his hand as a shield materialized on his opposite arm, emblazoned with three white feathers standing up straight painted onto it. It seemed that he wasn't an Archer class after all, judging by his eagerness for close quarters, his blade slicing through the air like butter as Sajan approached, her Kirpan clashing with his blade and letting sparks fly, the grin on his face slightly visible from inside his helmet as he moved to try and push her with his weight. Whatever his Card's Strength was, it seemed he was a hair's breadth stronger than Guru's Strength, and if Sajan intended to end this quickly, she'd need to think fast and act faster to find a chink in that black plate mail.

Suddenly, a whiz echoed past Sajan's ear, the distinct heat of something burning being able to be felt, even if for just a moment. The arrows had come from behind him, and as he started moving the slightest bit to expose his side, Sajan could see that several more were being fired...not from any human source, but from his own shadow, as well as that of a nearby water tower. "Chevauchée!" the man proclaimed with a grin, before shots began to be fired from the shadows of buildings surrounding them. Whatever this Noble Phantasm was, it seemed he was confident enough to not get hit by his own arrows to use it inches from Sajan, trying to turn her into a blazing pincushion from multiple directions.

Even with how staggering such an ability was, Sajan still could count on her own Install providing more speed than this man's...at least, one could assume from the armor. Speed would be key to avoiding those deadly flaming shots, as well as slipping a knife right through the man's heart. From the corner of her eye, Sajan would likely see some Muninn workers evacuating people from the area. If there was any time to reposition to fire, or find a more favorable location to lure the man to, it would be now while the location was emptying. The arrows, while focused on her, seemed inaccurate and more just relying on luck as to whether they'd land or not, since a few were landing a dozen feet away at the edges of the rooftop.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Sorry for being slow guys, this week is kinda hectic for me. I'll try and get something up either today or tomorrow.

A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

@Demon Shinobi@Joshua Tamashii@The Irish Treedont mean to rush but how is the char sheets coming along?

@1Charak2looks good feel free to post in char tab

@Suku

This week is being really hectic for me, so I'll try and get it started, but don't expect it until about next week.

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

@PaulHaynek,@Rune_Alchemist
Magnus listened attentively to Arletta's account, though he still felt a little saddened by the lack of any news of the other two. Keeping his chin up though, Magnus put on a smile for her, since...well, he didn't want her to feel bummed out after just getting back. Once she went to leave and asked if he had things under control, Magnus gave her a thumbs up, steam venting out his nose. "No worries! I promise nobody'll break anything in the guild...w-well, except if they need to for the reconstructing and all, but nothing important. Good luck Arletta, I'm glad that your friend is doing good now."

Magnus just watched her leave, getting back to watching over the dwarves working from his seat as one of them came to sit beside him. A bit taken aback by the question of "pretty ones", Magnus had a feeling that he meant the girls. Scratching the back of his head, Magnus' cheeks flared red a bit. "W-Well, yeah...they all do look very...pretty." he replied, taking a small sip of the ale and then hastily realizing that he hated alcohol and put it down, trying to hide the look of disgust on his face to not offend his dwarven conversation mate. It was...a little bit ironic how the dwarves were here, since he'd heard that normally they aren't so friendly to humans or monsters, depending on where they were from. And then, the familiar question was asked to Magnus of: "Why is he male?". Looking at the ale mug gripped in his hand, Magnus looked at his reflection a bit before saying: "Well...I really don't have a clue. I-I mean...I was just born, you know? Maybe I'm a one in a billion chance of happening, or maybe my parents did something special, but...I really don't know. Sorry."

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The Dragon's Dressmaker

@Eviledd1984
"If you are indeed sent by a Mr. Bart, then yes, I am your employer." the woman said, before stepping out of the mist to let Maria look at her. Her skin was nearly as pale as the mist itself, contrasted by her black hair, as well as the scales coating her arms and legs, covering them in the same black armoring her hands possessed. Connected to the sides of her arms were strange leathery membranes that seemed folded up...wings, perhaps? In addition to that, a long black reptilian tail swayed slightly in the breeze, ears that resembled a great horned owl's fanned up at the sides of her head and peering over her scalp. "I am Nephele Megalos the Third, and it is an honor to meet you." she said, before offering Maria a respectful bow. Despite the presumably pride carried in being a "Anything the Third", she was dressed in literal rags, very much so looking like a beggar. If not for her rather cleanly groomed exterior, one could mistake her for a bum entirely. Not missing a beat, the woman said: "You are naturally free to refuse my job if you so choose...but I would hate for you to have wasted your time. If you wish, before I ask you to work, we can dine at my home. It must have been quite a long walk."

Nephele seemed rather strange, given that it wasn't really clear on what she was, what she was doing here, or what she even wanted done...but one could assume that she bore no ill will to Maria, given how willing she was to step out of the fog. "Please do make your choice soon though...if I'm to be stuck in rags here still, I'd rather it be in my home. The Fog will not last long if I don't sustain it."

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Reign of Terror

@Guess Who,@Fourze,@Suku
The witnesses who had been present gave a general description of the woman that had attacked. Pale skin, dressed in a lot of black, and one young man excitedly claimed: "She was really hot." The general average description seemed to line up with the suspect definitely being female, and being extraordinarily pale of skin and hair, and dressed in black. It wasn't much, but it narrowed down half the population by gender. So, 50% of Japan just got knocked off the list.

Seamus was eventually handed a clipboard by one of the investigators that had stayed behind to observe, leading him to say: "Seems our victim here fought back. A single bullet was found, matching the caliber of his gun. Our suspect is injured...but we can't rule them out as having some form of Regeneration. I wouldn't rule it out for a Skill." When the threesome were ready, he'd be waiting to hear their thoughts on the investigation. "Maybe a DNA analysis will turn up a suspect, but we can't rely on that. We'd need to have someone in mind already, and so far the case is cold from the starting gate to a normal police officer. I'd say this is a perfect job for Card Masters." Seamus said, stepping aside with another investigator to go over some details of the deceased.

The Exiled Heir(s)?

@Etranger
"Shit, shit shit..." The robber Master cursed under his breath, starting to make himself as scarce as he could be, one hand curled around his bleeding shoulder. "The hell...Marcus you useless ass. I knew sticking around was a bad idea, but he just had to have one more night with cheap whores and booze..." he moaned, taking a moment to duck behind a dumpster and bite his free hand, before yanking the arrow out, biting his glove hard enough to bruise the skin underneath, trying not to cry out from the searing pain of the chunk of flesh that came with the arrow. Looking it over for a moment, he swelled with anger and threw it on the ground. Gold!? He got shot with fucking gold!? Today was ironic for sure...his brother abandons him to drink away the money HE earned, and now he was getting shot with money arrows.

Hearing and seeing the thunk of more arrows landing, he tensed up and started to grow pale. He was losing blood fast, and if he kept going, the Archer was going to run him down.

...Wait, an Archer? Grinning to himself, he held his hand out as a sword with a blade fashioned in the style of a falchion, resembling a great white feather attached to a black hilt. Like a quill in ink, the man smirked as he held it. If the other Master was using an Archer...he just needed to close the distance. Not only that, but if he was running at them, then he'd be able to see the shots coming.

Feeling that his plane was foolproof, the man started charging back down those same alleys, an enraged look on his face as flaming arrows started returning fire on Sajan, and the various buildings in the area. It seemed that whatever those arrows touched ignited, given that it even caught a small puddle of water in an alley on fire. Barreling down to where the origins of the shots were, it was likely that whatever Servant was sealed into his card was guiding him, just as Sajan's card guided her.

The Delusions of a Desperate Damsel

@Pie Flavor,@Enkryption
Ophelia's plan worked as intended, the possessed Mitsugi batting the shield away as if it were child's play for her. A shield without someone behind it was nothing more than a piece of paper to a Berserker. What she didn't anticipate was Ophelia getting behind her, the girl quickly looking back after hearing the extinguisher case being smashed open and the contents taken, just in time to get a face full of extinguisher foam that blinded her briefly. Servant powers or no, without Clairvoyance or another Skill that let one see without eyes, she was effectively stopped from seeing while she attempted to clear her face off the white foam, presenting enough time for Ophelia to either fight or take flight. Fleeing now would let her get a better field to fight on, but there was no guarantee of Mitsugi following or not.

In the mind of a normal human, the response to follow successfully distracting a villain was to flee. Flee, and find aid in that of a stronger force – forces, if one could be so lucky. Ophelia was neither normal, nor prone to flights, unless those of fancy. As such, she squared herself in for the long-haul; eyeing her shield as it bounced forward and away, no closer to her than went she had thrown it. It wouldn’t matter. She was going to retrieve it, now that she had something of an upper hand.

And, a weapon. That helped.

~You risk much for little gain, Empress.~ Lucius offered, a small council. “Nothing is little, when you gain,” Ophelia says, as her actions opened a window, not only for further attack, but the dousing of rampant flames of spurned affection and misguided temper. In short, the students had time to escape, before the hall became a warzone. ~Ever thoughtful, Empress. Carry this way, and some may mistake you for a charade of cruelty, as you ascend.~ Lucius says, bemused, and impressed, by the result.

Ophelia smirked, and hefted the fire extinguisher. “Never think I’m going soft,” she says, lunging straight at Mitsugi, intend to cave her face clean in. “My ascension is to be divine with you, my Primipilus,” she grinned, “and all that follow under you.”

Having wiped the foam away from her body, Mitsugi glowered at Ophelia, grabbing the extinguisher and trying to push Ophelia away. ”Such a small thing...can’t put out my fire.” She declared, before suddenly Ophelia was smacked in the gut with something hard and cold, knocking her back. When she looked back at Mitsugi, she would see that her legs had completely vanished, instead having been replaced by the lower half of a monstrous snake, a white tail curling around the fire extinguisher, crushing it entirely.

With her fan igniting once more, Mitsugi launched another barrage at Ophelia. People weren’t really questioning what the hell was going on, more just trying to get out of the building as small embers fizzled out on the floor.

“Someone’s cranky,” Ophelia teased, rubbing her armored stomach. “Now, how does one grapple a snake,” she wondered, seeing her shield had come to rest a ways away. ~Regain your shield, that’s the first step.~ Lucius says. “That’s in the works,” Ophelia says, “It’s a ways out, though.” ~Not if you doff your armor, and don it anew, Empress. Sometimes, we must weaken ourselves to empower ourselves.~ Lucius says, in his cryptic way.

Ophelia smiled, and set her weight back, and shoved forward. At the same time, she “doffed” her armor; Lucius’s worn armor vanishing, as his Class Card materialized in her hand, and her schoolgirl attired billowed by the sudden lack of encumberment. Mitsugi, or rather, her Servant, would have been able to adjust for the armored speed of Ophelia’s charge, however, unarmored, she put an unaccounted for fraction of speed on, and that adjustment off.

“Eyes up!” Ophelia grinned, before leaping up, and crushing her Class Card. Instantly, her armored reforged, and her body became heavier as a result; all that weight crashing forward, and down, with her shield to soak the recoil.

Mitsugi flew back from the slam jam inflicted upon her, the girl’s body, despite being monstrously heavy, was still her own, and she felt herself collide against the hard ground, shivering as she was showered from the fountains. “...A-Anchin...it hurts…” she said, her head spinning before all at once she let out a piercing roar that seemed to shake the air around her, madness overtaking the air once more as the air itself seemed to hiss around her, steam coming off her body as droplets collided with it, white scales starting to creep along her form, her arms now completely covered as she slammed her tail into Ophelia’s shield, before suddenly wrapping it around Ophelia and her shield, throwing her into the ceiling to break the sprinklers.

Ophelia grunted with the impact, both that of the ceiling, and that of the floor, before trying to rationalize her next move. Mitsugi was a lost cause, nothing worth the time or effort of recovering, however, the Servant was well worth the effort to capture and contain – any fool would be able to tell that much. Unfortunately, she was not a capture and contain kinda Servant, herself, as Lucius was highly immobile and meant to tank for... well, ever.

Of course, she wasn’t duty-bound to the rules of her Class... at least, she figured as such, since she could throw her shield around and use bludgeoning objects. As such, she, probably wasn’t duty-bound to adhering to Lucius’s policies and all. So, hopping off the ground, and doffing her armor, she sprinted for the stairs... hoping that her orders had been carried out, as she ran down...

Mitsugi slithered along the floor after Ophelia, baring her teeth as she slammed into walls, literally so infuriated that she was having a hard time moving. That and, she wasn’t accustomed to the new snakelike movement her body possessed. Regardless, she wasn’t all that much faster than Ophelia, but she was gaining on her. “If you help me make a cake for Anchin, I promise I won’t burn you beyond 2nd degree…” she called, clearly a bit out of her fucking mind.

Ophelia grinned, as she saw her normal “servants,” so to speak, where marching a bound youth from one zone of torture to another. “Oh, Dai...” she cooed, crushing Lucius’s Card, “Let’s take a trip.” before he could fathom it, the object of Mitsugi’s wrapped dreams was tackled by the armored train of human carelessness that was Ophelia, and plummeting out the second story window.

Straight to the ground.

Mitsugi’s eyes went wide as she zoomed over the edge and plummeted after Ophelia and Daikichi, the latter of which was screaming, not only from falling, but also from Mitsugi looking like a goddamn snake monster that wanted to eat him. Which...wasn’t inaccurate, one could suppose. Wrapping her tail around the twosome, Mitsugi coiled them tightly, and landed, taking the brunt of the force of the landing before worriedly rising up. “ANCHIN!? ARE YOU OKAY!?” she shouted, holding the unconscious Daikichi in her tail, having almost all but forgotten Ophelia.

Ophelia was glad to have the moment, as she hefted her shield, and kneed it upwards; banging the weapon, loosely termed, into Mitsugi’s chin. All she needed was to loosen her up, and keep Daikichi right where he was. Now, she didn’t have to fight Mitsugi, or stall into her attrition-based combat...

Not now.

Daikichi was here. Helpless. Targetable. A stepping stone. Uninstalling and Reinstalling, Ophelia kept banging the shield up into Mitsugi’s face, until her grip would free her all the way.

Mitsugi’s grip would loosen, her thoughts only being of her beloved...no, that wasn’t especially right. After all...he was a useless jerk that was just using her from the start. With her jaw just about broken...and her heart COMPLETELY broken, Mitsugi’s hands let go, while her Class Card emerged from her back and fluttered to the ground. With her body back to normal, the girl slumped onto her side, one hand curled around Daikichi’s neck.

Meanwhile, various onlookers were wondering what the hell was going on.

Ophelia popped to her feet, and step her shield on his neck; letting it rest, as she scooped up the Card. “Berserker...” she says, looking at the symbol. She didn’t know that, without Lucius have told her, but, the symbol worked.

“Hey, lover girl,” she says, kicking Mitsugi onto her back, and stepping onto her belly, before kneeling down, taking her face in hand, and slapping her back into reality. “Look at me, and listen...” she didn’t have any reason to say these words, “I’m going to do you a solid, and, in return, you will do me a solid – one of two,” she offers. “I’m going to get you help. Good help. Money help. You’ll be gone, awhile, but, in the end, you’ll function. In return, you work for me, in one of two ways: this way,” she flashed the Class Card, “or this way,” she poked Mitsugi’s forehead, “Either way, I’ll see you better than shit stain over there. Hell, I’ll even break a few of his bones in your honor.”

~Empress, she is suffering multiple traumas, and can’t probably hardly conceive you, much less consent.~ Lucius pointed out. “I know, I’m on a roll, and feeling good,” Ophelia says, exasperatedly. “I’ll call emergency, under the Sander’s card, and I’ll see this through...” she says, “After all, an Empress shouldn’t leave her citizen to suffer... long.”

Mitsugi’s head...kiiiinda nodded. She was a bit delirious, and a bit unused to...thinking after being crazy for a day. But hey, that was probably consent enough.

Ophelia put in the call... several, really. Hush-hush phone calls were numerous and tedious, but, with the money of a globally seeded dessert company and the power of the Sander Family Thaumaturgical Bakery, she could fix everything right as rain. That included, but was not limited to: funding Mitsugi's medical treatments, rehabilitation, and make her less of a side character in everyone lives, pay for Daikichi's broken... well, she's spin a wheel on that... no, she'd have him spin it... and, of course, mend the damage to her schoolground.

Of course, she knew one thing in the back of her mind... the powers-that-be were going to be unhappy...

~Eventually, they will send someone...~ Lucius says.

Eventually, Ophelia would find herself sitting in the back of Seamus’ car, while he drove like a fucking madman. ”You are in a lot of trouble, young lady.” he said.

“Who taught you how to drive,” Ophelia asks. “I have an ancient centurion, and a homicidal princess in my pocket,” she says, adding flatly, “literally,” before continuing, “and, I feel they could drive respectably in comparison...”

~He handles this machine like a child handles a new dog. Poorly.~ Lucius says.

~I wish to return my old Master. This one is cold at heart towards, and unfeeling for, the flesh of men.~ Kiyohime griped.

Ophelia rolled her eyes, “Anyways, back to the question at hand,” she resumed, as if her captor had even heard that. “Also, PERSON.”

”I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Seamus said, having literally just glided past hitting someone J-Walking. “And, I doubt it. Neither are riders I’m assuming, judging from the lack of hoofprints around your school, which not only got torn up on the third floor, it also now has a news article being written about a giant snake woman. So, put simply, the question at hand is whether the Mage’s Association is going to have to do some deep brain scrubbing on an entire population.”

“Up to you,” Ophelia says, reaching into her pocket, while opening the car door, and draw Kiyohime’s Class Card, “I’ll be taking the snake express on outta here,” she says, while crushing the card, and setting to roll out the car, while moving. If Mitsugi could survive a two-story dead drop, she reckoned this would be... similar. “Later.”

Seamus slammed on the breaks after seeing that, looking incredibly pissed off. Removing his phone from his pocket, he put in a call. It seemed Target Charlie was now present…

Case Closed. Time: 2:32 PM, July 19th

A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

Got a plan in mind for a Fairy Bishop.