The Irish Tree

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

@PaulHaynek,@Silver Carrot,@1Charak2

"I-I...er..." Magnus started, flinching a bit as the new blonde woman started approaching him rapidly. Was...was wearing a shirt that important? In all his life, Magnus had never once seen his father wear a shirt...or his mother for that matter. Did a strip of cloth for modesty's sack not count? He thought his waist cloth would be enough, genuinely about to grovel for forgiveness from the saintly looking woman before another new arrival chimed in.

"Erm...i-its the latter...horns...make shirts not last long." Magnus said quietly, gently touching the top of his scalp self-consciously, the two bright red sharp horns still protruding skywards. He'd need a massive neckline in a shirt just to fit them through without tearing it apart. Most humans weren't anywhere near Magnus' size, so finding a shirt that he could just purchase was next to impossible, and it didn't especially bother him all that much. He'd seen his sisters topless all the time...but then again the would-be adventurers always seemed to look away when they saw them. Huh. Now it started to kind of make sense. Connecting the dots, Magnus clapped his fist into his open hand, thinking he understood: Women were embarrassed when men were showing their chests! That must explain all the stares and giggles ladies were giving while he was in town. Suddenly getting very red in the face, Magnus removed his helmet, bovine ears flicking up and down. "I-I'm sorry if I'm...indecent. I-I'll try and find a shirt, I promise." the towering Minotaur said in a quiet voice just before Bart broke it up. Food time was...a good distraction.

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Magnus was digging into a hearty leg of boar, before his ears perked up, hearing Bart's question on him talking with the dwarves. Well, dwarf in his case. "I-I talked to one about some personal matters...I'm glad Freyr wasn't here, since he...seemed to not like his species much." Magnus said, self consciously looking at Rebecca, hoping she wasn't still upset about him being topless. His helmet lied beside him, glistening a bit from the lights within the building. Adjusting his sitting posture a smidge, Magnus smiled happily, feeling like...this place was a lot more home-y now.

Remembering that he hadn't gotten a chance to thank the small girl that had joined for earlier, Magnus looked in her direction, saying "Um...thank you for earlier...I-I'm not so good with words when someone's mad at me." as he bowed his head. Realizing he hadn't introduced himself, despite her having said her name. "I'm Magnus...nice to meet you Miss Fallure." he said, a small smile on his face, figuring that since he'd heard of many a Monstrous woman looking more like a Monstrous little girl, he'd do bees to address her with respect, more than treat her like a child. After all...not many children could walk all the way here and get in with Bart's approval.

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The Dragon's Dressmaker

@Eviledd1984
"A-Ah, that one's erm...230 pieces." the tailor said, averting his gaze the minute that Maria looked at him. If Maria inspected the coins that she'd been given, she'd see that they seemed to be of a far different mint than the ones she'd have normally encountered int he world...this currency was old. But, given that this place seemed isolated, it was likely the currency of choice here. Regardless, Nephele had given her more than enough, though not quite enough to afford both Nephele's dress and the one Maria fancied. She could likely come back with the reward though, since it was unlikely that Nephele would pay her little, given the pile of gold she slept in.

"If I may though...white certainly seems more your color." the man chimed in, noticing that she'd eyed the long and white gown. "That one is 190 pieces, buuut...I could arrange a discount of 100% off if you answer a question for me." he said, leaning over the counter a bit, a bit more serious than he had been a moment ago. "How did you get through the fog here? Nobody's passed through in...seventy years I think now? And you just show up for a dress...I'm more interested in words now than your coin." The young man perched his chin up on his right fist, clearly intending to listen if she offered to tell him about...well, how she got through a thick veil of fog that apparently had kept people out for over half a century. "...Ever since the Cave Dragon cursed this town forever, my father, his father, and his father's father have been stuck here. So...if there's a way out, I wanna know."

...Only one Dragon around here that Maria was aware of.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Happy thanksgiving, for those that its relevant for.

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

Happy thanksgiving, for those that its relevant for.

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

@PaulHaynek,@Silver Carrot
It took Magnus little time to get used to the new interior and exterior, thankfully able to stand tall and proud with the higher ceiling...ahhh, horn room. The cornerstone of a happy Minotaur home. He'd forgotten how short everyone looked inside, given that he'd had to hunch until now. A broad smile was plastered on his face, a tinge of red dashing his cheeks before he left to go hunting, frankly embarrassed to be happy about something so small. Even the doors were easy to get out of; Although he still had to tip his head down, it was at least wide enough that he didn't need to scrunch up his shoulders to get through.

Stepping out from the thick woods, Magnus saw that Bart and Eilidh were there, the latter seeming to have arrived while he was out. Jogging back over, two boars already bleed dry over the course of a few hours tied together at the hooves and held in one hand, his cleaned axe in the other. Having worn his helmet in case of a head injury, or a stray branch smacking him in the eye, Magnus must have looked like quite the barbarian. Especially since he wasn't wearing a shirt. Noticing her approaching, Magnus couldn't help but feel that, much like Bast, there was something intrinsically different about her...it was as if the air itself around her was illuminated. Maybe it was just her hair in the moonlight, but she seemed to almost shine. Regardless, he just approached excitedly. "Hey Bart, I caught us something extra for dinner, two boars and a pheasant!" Magnus said, pulling a pheasant from a bag that had been slung over his back, already de-feathered. It seemed that Magnus really wanted to help in celebrating the new renovations.

Suddenly thinking about it, he realized that maybe some guild members would prefer vegetables instead, and said: "I-I can go get us some wild fruits if this isn't enough for everyone..." he said, not sure what Centaurs, Viera, and Mothpeople ate.

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The Dragon's Dressmaker

@Eviledd1984

The flight wouldn't take too long for Marie, however she would notice that there was no fog in the town at all, the thickened walls of air stuck fast solely to the perimeter and outward. She would also notice that the people there were all human, and all looked at her in disbelief. It didn't seem to be a look of hatred, persay, but...rather utter disbelief. As if she were a walking contradiction coming through town.

Regardless, the townsfolk would just watch where she came from and not her as she flew over to the shop, standing as a somewhat older building amongst the others that had apparently been renovated, with a sign out front exactly as Nephele described. Stepping inside, a silver haired young man was at work patching up a soft pink dress, looking like it'd suit a young girl very well. "Martha, I keep telling you, I have a backlog, everybody's stuff gets fixed in tu- Oh. Uh...hello there. You uh...aren't from around here, are you?" he said, knowing right away that Maria wasn't native to the area. "...Ah well, its happened before. Grandpa told me stories that people can come and go through the fog sometimes, but...never saw one before. So, stranger, what can I do for you? Need something more...covering?" he asked, clearly sneaking a glance at her chest.

The shop's windows were surrounded with wooden mannequins dressed in outfits that one could presume he made, including the very same outfit that Nephele had shown her in that catalog. This job seemed to be nearly done...but...the question of why an outsider being here was such an odd thing was a question that could be asked. Then again, that didn't matter much in terms of getting paid.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

@Etranger@Suku@Guess Who

The Exiled Heirs/Loose Ends

The old man sitting before them seemed jovial once a hand was extended, giving Philip a firm shake and a smile, suddenly producing two cups from the palm of his other hand, giving a kind of "friendly grandpa" smile to Marie. "Well, since you two came all the way here, how about some tea? Made myself a pot, but it seems like a waste to just let it go cold," he offered already filling up the cups after letting go of Philip's hand, refilling his own while he was at it. The smell of raspberry's drifted out of the three white cups, the faintest hint of steam pushing out the top of the cups, indicating that it was still warm. Leaving the three, Seamus went to go take care of business elsewhere. Not that he was needed for the explanation, anyways.

"I know that I have a lot of explaining to do, but first, I'd like to wait for the two of you to meet one of our top agents, who's also a Card Master. I'm glad that you took us up on our offer though. Better to have friends than enemies." he said, nursing his drink with a small sip. "Ah, but I'm being rude. I'm Matias Ansgar, and this is the company the Clock Tower stuck me in."

After literally leaving it at that, Matias went back to throwing darts at the board, seeming to have gotten more from nowhere. This...seemed to be a hobby of his.

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Sajan was quickly approached by a team of paramedics, as well as a nearby Muninn employee directing them. It seemed that they definitely valued him being alive, judging from the way they were scrambling to save his life from the precipice of death. Sajan wouldn't be left in the dark however as Miller was quick to respond. "We'll take care of cleanup and extraction of the prisoners. Good work Sajan. If you're hurt anywhere, make sure to let the medical staff know. Healing magic is a lot harder on yourself than others...or so I've been told, at least."

Abigail Miller, the strangely knowledgeable non-magus flung into a shadow war for humanity's survival. While Sajan wouldn't know all that much about her, save for her apparent talents given that she'd risen to what was close to an executive position in a lucrative company. It seemed like an awful lot of responsibility to juggle along with giving orders to Muninn's field workers and Card masters.

Regardless, the woman spoke once again: "The Director wants to talk to you personally...it seems he has guests he wants you to meet. Oh, and don't forget to bring the Class Card in for examination. I'll buy you coffee later, okay? Next time, I'll make sure our info is accurate." Despite her failures, she definitely seemed to want to make it up to Sajan, having apparently forgotten to call her "Agent Lastname". She didn't even really know if Sajan liked coffee, it just kinda seemed like the responsible thing to do beyond a half-assed over the phone apology. Regardless, Sajan was free to return at her own pace after making sure any potential injuries or burns she suffered were treated. The staff were already taking care of arresting the two, having pulled the Black Knight's accomplice out of Sajan's car.

Case Closed. Time: 11:36 AM, July 19th

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When she would return though, and enter the director's office, she'd see the Director at his usual game of darts despite the mountain of paperwork on his desk that seemed, purely on previous events, unfinished. As well, she would see the two much younger people in the room, one with Ice Blue hair, and one with Fiery Red hair...both radiating the mana of a Card Master. Well, it certainly looked like her workload was about to decrease greatly. "Hey, Sajan, go ahead and take a seat, I've got a lot of explaining to do here."

@Enkryption

RUN SEAMUS RUN!

Watching out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the girl diving into the sewer water. Well...that threw plan A out the window. However, judging from the hissing and the scales, he couldn't help but assume that whatever Spirit was within that card, it certainly must have ties to dragons or serpents. Medusa...? No, the name Anchin sounded Eastern. Some sort of Japanese spirit was the easiest for him to discern from the attire, but the rest was left a mystery. Usually confident in his ability to try and discern someone's Heroic Spirit, Seamus was flatly stumped before thinking quickly of how to turn this to his advantage. Hurriedly running away down the sewer passage, Seamus dipped his right glove into the water, whispering: "Take shape, Eisdecke." as the mental image of a crack forming in an icecube passed in his mind, the water beneath him suddenly snapping to cold, as if all the heat was sucked out of it. Knowing for certain that that'd pose no threat at all to a servant.

As such, he took a deep breath before pressing his palm to the sheets of ice, Reinforcing them as prana flowed through them, hardening each individual layer of the ice into being harder than steel. Continuing to run along the side of the passages of the sewer, Seamus finally got through to Miller, cutting her off immediately. "Abigail, I'm in deep. A girl is chasing me with a Class Card, some sort of Japanese Berserker. Currently in the sewers in the upper part of town...I need Rider, stat."

"R-Right, Rider is already out on the town, so I'll tell her to head in to pick you up."

With that coming in, Seamus was at least reassured in the possibility of escaping death by snoo snoo with an underage snake girl chasing him, hoping that she wasn't able to break through his Mystic Code's ice.

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

@PaulHaynek

No worries. I was gonna add something to complicate matters, but I feel I took too long with it as is, so it'll likely be extremely straightforward. Maybe 2-3 more posts before completion, perhaps.

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

@PaulHaynek, @13org (BST)
Chills ran up Magnus' spine once Bast smiled. That...that didn't seem friendly in the slightest. Regardless, he tried to remain composed a smidge while listening to him. Maybe he just...had a really backstabby-as-fuck smile? A boy's foolish quest for revenge...seemed that Bast had seen something troubling. Was he...upset? It was extremely hard for Magnus to guess, given Bast's usual level of composure, but he felt like labeling it as "foolish" made sense to him in that line of thinking. Bast just seemed so...untouchable. As if he was on some kind of other level, either socially or physically.

Setting his thoughts of Bast probably being higher than him socially (mostly since he wore a fancy shirt) Magnus listened to Bart's words. "The dining room is really nice...I appreciate the high ceiling." He said, standing on his tip-toes and still not goring the fuck out of the ceiling. "As for a name...um...I'm not really good with coming up with names in the common tongue here. S-Sorry...I doubt anybody would want to visit a place called Étalingue Esquif without knowing what it means." he said, letting out a small, nervous chuckle. Even reading the native language here was a challenge sometimes, but he'd adapted as best he could manage for the time. Maybe sometime he could ask one of the guild-mates for help with some words, but right now, he would just figure Bast or Bart would come up with something good.

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The Dragon's Dressmaker

@Eviledd1984
Hurriedly looking up as Maria agreed to help, she could see Nephele's eyes visibly sparkling. "You will!? Wait right here!" she said before dashing off to her pile of loot, hurriedly burrowing into it in a way similar to a mole, before bursting out of a pile of coins while holding what seemed to be a...catalog. Judging by the fraying and tearing of the pages, it seemed to be very well used. Flipping through it until she found a dog eared page, Nephele held it out to Maria and pointed to an outfit that seemed...not too grand for such a demand. A black sleeveless set over a white collared shirt with a hint of frilling down the neckline to the heart, and a red tie perched around said collar. Was... this it?

Given her expression and incessant taping of the page with one of her claws. "So elegantly plain...I know that it may be not much to most, but the idea of it entrances me. The dress maker lived here some time ago in the village just to the South, within the fog. Please, see that he is willing to make one for me. I've even taken the necessary measurements and written them on the page. Here, this should be enough for it." she said, before plopping a bag of coins into Maria's hands. "Just South of this cave, in a building with a sign out front of a spool and thread." she added, before taking a deep breath, a massive amount of fog suddenly billowing into the cave, and suddenly vanishing, leaving a straight path right to Maria's destination. "If they don't have my size, that's fine. I could stand to lose a few pounds anyways."

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

@Guess Who,@Suku

Reign of Terror

"Joan of Arc...the Maiden of Orleans." Seamus said,musing something to himself as he curled his index finger and thumb around his chin. "...But history reports her as being a woman of God...why would she allow her card to be used for a murder? The bit about her not being part of the eight classes is especially troubling. Thus far, we've only documented Eight Classes of Class Cards. If there is a Ninth waiting to be discovered...it must be extremely powerful to allow her to sap up mana in such a wide area."

It was clear to see that even with the new information present, Seamus was absolutely stumped as to how to proceed. It wasn't like they could go knocking down doors looking for cards. Well, they COULD, but the Mages' Association would likely have those responsible fired. With the little evidence they had on hand, it seemed that they were all at a dead end. The best they could hope for would be results from the forensics team, and even then they'd need a potential suspect to test DNA from.

"I appreciate your cooperation in this. For now though while we wait for more leads...I'd like to take you all to meet my boss." Seamus said, heading to his car, expecting the Masters to follow him.

One hectic failed stunt of a Fast and the Furious Movie later, and Seamus would have them double parked safe and sound in front of the pharmaceutical company known as "Muninn Medicines"' head office. "Walk with me, and stay close. Can't get into the important areas without clearance. Many of our employees are in the know about Class Cards and such, but...do keep your voices down. I don't need to order any more brain scrubbings after today, I should hope." Leading them along, Seamus would take them around to see the various subsections of Muninn's operations, ranging from the alchemists and healers creating the various seemingly normal drugs used by people, ranging from stuff to treat blood pressure, to stuff that looked like it was made to have someone's blood vessels explode. This...definitely wasn't an ordinary pharmaceutical company.

The awkwardly silent minutes would tick on by as the Masters were lead along by their supervisor, before they were deposited in a bright white room, adorned with dull furnishings with a rather dull looking older man sitting behind a dull desk. His attention seemed entirely focused on the only object of multiple colors in the room: A normal looking dart board with several darts already lining the innermost sections, three on the bordering green line of the bullseye, one sticking out of the bullseye, and two on the inner 9 and 16 respectively. His tongue was pushed out of his mouth in concentration. Clearing his throat, Seamus said: "Director..." just as he was about to throw the dart. His concentration completely shot, he would up hitting the wall with the dart, causing his expression to pale. "Shiiiit...dammit Seamus, I just got done with all that paperwork, and you jus- Oh. Uh...hi there kids." the man said, suddenly trying to appear proper again as he fixed his loosened tie. "Welcome to Humanity's Last Hope."

@Etranger

The Exiled Heirs

"HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA KEEP THIS HIT N' RUN UP!?" The man roared at Sajan, seeming to be trying to fight in spite of his accumulated injuries. It seemed that he was nearly at his end when all of a sudden, his body lost its black armor and weaponry, his Class Card shooting out of his chest and to the ground. "...Edward...WHAT ARE YOU DOING EDWARD!?" he screamed before kneeling down to pick it up, suddenly collapsing. It seemed that his Class Card had uninstalled once he'd run out of mana...his Noble Phantasm, though seemingly powerful against a large area, was incredibly draining for him to use. Now, his bleeding and defenseless form lied sprawled out before Sajan, his Class Card stuck into the concrete by the corner. Now would be by far the easiest time to strike and end this once and for all, but...apprehending him could be just as simple, given that he was unconscious.

Whichever choice Sajan would make, the flames were steadily growing nearer, seeming to spread even despite the Noble Phantasm's user being indisposed. He was losing blood fast, and would likely just die from the smoke and flames if Sajan chose to just leave him there. The arrows were at least gone, so that was surely something to be thankful for when needing to make a critical decision.

@Enkryption

RUN SEAMUS RUN!

It took maybe four seconds before Seamus decided that running would be the best course of action...given that he knew how powerful a Berserker Install was. Even a weak one could break his spine easily...and that one seemed...especially huggy.

Stepping on the gas of his car, Seamus hurriedly drew out a magic circle on the passenger seat, before all lights on his way started turning green. With his hand freed from creating the circle, and now trying to speed the hell away from Ophelia, his call would get put through to Muninn...and put on hold. Seeing that he was lacking in ways to defend himself from a Class Card user, his next course of action was to abandon his car after cancelling his spell, considering that Ophelia was likely already closing in past where the lights had been green. Kicking open a manhole cover by reinforcing his shoe, Seamus dove into the sewers, figuring that just maybe she wouldn't want to follow him down there. Keeping his phone in his breast pocket, he cold only wait while on hold to call in backup. ...In times like these, he really regretted not taking a card himself.

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

Exams are butt, but have a post!

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

@PaulHaynek
A tinge of red came onto Magnus' face when he was called a 'miracle' by his dwarven drinking buddy, feeling like that was probably the nicest thing anybody had ever said about him outside of family. Speaking of...Magnus started feeling bad for asking. "O-Oh...I'm...I-I didn't...mean to bring up bad memories." he said, his bovine ears falling flat against his head. He didn't want to think about how the Varjans had taken this man's brother, but...Freyr HAD mentioned that he himself was an exile. Him being a part of something like that is unlikely. And the Order...it seemed some of them really were nuts.

Magnus perked up a bit as the dwarf was about to bid farewell, before realizing that...well, he'd barely even drank his ale. Hurriedly offering it, Magnus said: "Oh, my bad...n-not much of a drinker...thank you though, it was...good." It seemed a waste not to finish it, but he knew that Dwarves were fond of drinking. Despite being a descendant of vikings, and of rowdy Minotaurs, Magnus was...more than a lightweight. Just kinda tasted gross to him.

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The Dragon's Dressmaker

@Eviledd1984
"Ah yes, your job." Nephele said, hurriedly getting Maria a replacement plate, this time adorned in a beautifully made salad, adorned with nuts, raisins, some sort of crumbly white cheese, and tiny fritters of bread tossed into the mix. She was at least trying, it seemed. Taking a deep breath once she took her seat once again, the draconic woman's pale cheeks turned a light shade of pink. It seemed it was...frustrating for her to ask for help. "I need you...to buy me clothes."

Hurriedly raising a hand, she added: "Now I know what you may be thinking, that such a frivolous and selfish request is no doubt abhorrent...but..." suddenly she stood, shamefully tugging at the ragged garments covering her. "...I cannot go out like this. Nor can I buy from the village here, as they fear the legend my blood holds. I...wish to see the world, but to do so, I...at least to be looked at not as a pauper. Most places would throw me out before even seeing gold, looking like this...and perish the thought of streaking." Biting her lower lip and clenching her hands in frustration, the woman suddenly prostrated herself before Maria, bowing her head low. "...I know that you must be angry...having come so far for something so frivolous...and I would understand if you chose to abandon this quest. But, I plead of you...help me, and I will ensure that your reward pays back more than four times this journey's worth."

It seemed that being able to be seen in public mattered a great deal to Nephele...perhaps it had to be a matter of a dragon's pride, or other some such stereotype of her race, but...It was up to Maria whether to stay and help her, or just leave on a full stomach. She could also likely question why the girl wanted to leave home to see the world, as it seemed that she had all the comforts of wealth literally in a giant glittering pile behind her.

"I would supply you with the money needed for the clothes, and give you an additional reward. I-Is that suitable?" she asked, looking up, having regained a smidgen of pride.