The Irish Tree

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

My apologies if this is going a bit fast in terms of steps going off in the escape. Kinda figured that stretching out the prison escape too long would be boring, but I don't wanna like, rush you guys gathering.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Solitary Confinement

@GarlandDaHero,@Guess Who,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322

Taking a moment to bow in the direction of Cayde's voice, the draph spoke up. "Me? Why, I'm only Perkeo, greatest musician in all of Tyragrande. Of course, without my harp I don't have more than my voice, but...good enough for me. Oh, and keys. I also have keys." he said, jingling them proudly. His smile waned a bit as he pondered Homura's words. "Honestly, I hadn't thought of taking anyone else...but, I'm not exactly much of a fighter per-se. As such, my plan for getting you out consists of...this." he said, unlocking the door to Homura's cell, before going in and unshackling her. "And, I suppose its good to spread kindness." he said, before going to each cell in turn to unlock and unshackle those inside, giving them all a good look at the guard who's helmet was dented in both sides by the temples...so much for not being a fighter. Perkeo himself was built like all draphs were: Large, and muscular from head to toe. His crimson locks spilled past his back, wild, yet seeming to be very well-groomed. His pale skin was flecked with small scars, with a rather large one cut in-between his pectorals. It was clearly fresh as well, given the redness of the wound. His face carried a jovial look to it, his lips always seeming to be curled into a smile. What other few prisoners there were in solitary were...well, not so up for fighting given that most had completely given up on life, hope, and the future. As such, in many of the cells prisoners, male and female, lay emaciated and broken in spirit, unwilling to even acknowledge that their freedom was within reach.

Clapping his hands together eagerly once they were all freed, he said: "Can you believe the luck of it? He tripped and fell, and took me with my elbow down right with him! Quite a terrifying turn of events for me as well, but...I've made due." he said, before two guards patrolling overheard his voice. Hurriedly, the twosome entered the room, brandishing shortswords identical to the one in the possession of the guard lying unconscious. A third, then a fourth patrol guard ran by, clearly with the intent of reporting this and sounding the alarm. The group would have to quickly dispose of the twosome, and silence the duo that was fleeing in opposite directions, lest they have to face a swarm of armed Zweite guards. "Well, this is a predicament." Perkeo said, clearly not intending to fight, given that he was already walking to the back of the group.

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Research/Testing

@Suku,@Enkryption

The pain of the sensitive tail-appendage from it being grabbed would cause Skathi to fly deeper into her rage, and, before she could see where Marshall's head had gone, she would see a troop of guards running from the direction Marshall's arm. "What the- The primal is loose! Someone, get the warden!" one of the guards called back, before he would be batted aside by Skathi's raw strength, a line of guards proving to be unable to stop her rampage as she literally tore her way through the fortress. As she did this, she would even come to notice that there seemed to be two types of people fighting amongst themselves. In addition, a gnawing sensation kept guiding Skathi towards the Inmate Property room, while a twinge sounded in Marshall's mind as his head, arm, and remaining body parts connected.

Stored in a bed of Formaldehyde, various devices were hooked up to the bare skin of his torso, many of which served to monitor his vital signs. A sharp pain persisted as his chest's senses reconnected over the distance they were at; An emptiness in his chest that seemed unmistakable. Someone had stolen his heart. Two researchers were monitoring the spike in vital signs present in the headless torso, before the bed was shattered by a sharp kick. The right arm and head of Marshall were the most interesting, and directly dangerous parts of his body. As such, the others were largely left intact for the researchers to experiment with the vitals of a body without a driving mechanism. Now, however, the driving mechanism that was his noggin was close enough to regain control.

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Ordinary Confinement

@Shizuochan,@Burst,@Skyrte
The door's locks snapped apart as if they were twigs before the Ether-Infused rock. Though the one to Kagami and Arno's cell had been left intact, the harvin pilot's kick to it ended the poor lock's life. The padlocks having fallen, the group of three was left with the keys to the cells and shackles. New prisoners were often locked up in Ziggurat and forced into an anklet right away to seal away their Magic, or latent ether-based abilities. As such, the key being there was merely an oversight from a new guard; If anything, this was the luckiest day of their lives given that this also meant that access to their Ether was enabled once more. Even though Gilvan's anklet no longer functioned, getting it off would no doubt be more comfortable than leaving it. Before the threesome started carrying out their plan, a woman cleared her throat.

"Nice work Gil! Now just get these cells unlocked, and we can all make our getaway. Freedom here we come!" the erune woman that had organized the plan, bribed the guards, and managed to assist in disabling Gilvan's anklet said. As her voice rang out in the cell block, a clamour of excitement started overtaking the other prisoners, many rousing their companions with talk of home, family, and of revenge against the tyranny of the 13 Heads. Tail swishing as she waited by her cell bars, she excitedly pointed at the lock. "Yoo-hoo, right here! When we make it out of this, I promise I'm giving you all discounts on my most expensive wares. 20% off is a big deal!"

Bearing a tanned complexion, the woman had only been in Ziggurat for under a month, as shown by her not being as deathly pale as most prisoners were on this godforsaken Island where storms plagued the skies daily. Herr eyes shone with a mischievous, yet cunning light to them, as if everything she did was intentionally planned out. The blonde of her hair housed her perched Erune ears atop them, clearly feline in form, if that wasn't obvious by her long, lanky, tube-like tail. Once her cell was open, the woman burst out and stretched her legs. "Finally! Was getting tired of being clammed up in there. Alright, let's get down to business. Half the prisoners will go free us some MORE prisoners, and half will go to the Confiscation room. We need to move fast though; Won't take them long to take their airship out if they know we're gonna be able to steal it." she said, now smirking as she picked up a nearby pebble. "C'mon boys, we've got some freedom to fight for!"

Progressing through the prison's halls, the woman demonstrated her ability to direct people accordingly, having a few sneaky erune knock out two guards to steal their weapons, then storm the armory with a bunch of gigantic Draph men and women. Her leadership skills were certainly there, and, just as they reached the Prisoner Properties room, she smiled. "Alright! Anything you had when you got here is in here...probably. Let's get our stuff and leave." she said, rifling through a box before pulling out an intricately decorated stiletto dagger, in addition to what one could guess were her old clothes. With a bit of searching, it wouldn't be too hard to find their belongings...for those that cared, however, each box seemed labeled with the prisoner number on their anklets, as well as last names below that.

Bizarrely, on a nearby desk was a bloody heart, completely soaked in blood and sealed within a glass display case...still beating. Cringing a bit as she looked at it, the erune woman said: "Let's...not touch that."

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

@PaulHaynek@Silver Carrot@Lmpkio

I was writing a post right now... Already had it 70% ready, but pc suddenly turned off and now I lost everything (RPGuild didn't save the post)... T___________________T

I'll have it done tomorrow.

Regarding Bast, I'll just have him invite Eilidh to go with him then he'll go meet Titanica, Is it ok with you guys?

@13org

Google doc is the only reason I don't have an anxiety attack every time RPG takes a while to post my posts.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Was planning to post today, but might have to wait until tomorrow or later tonight. Sorry for the delays everybody.

Fate/Kaleid Prisma Connections

@Bushman501, @Guess Who, @Enkryption, @Suku

"You think you're clever!?" Xerxes said as he plummeted, his skeletons breaking their spear formation in order to catch him. How they didn't suspect that his skeletons weren't brain dead was beyond him, but he was clearly irate as he brandished his axe once again. Foolish didn't even begin to describe how he thought of the two Greek Heroes, before her charged at Ajax, since Hal had leapt to the other rafters to shoot at Flamma. His golden axe sparked against the shining shield of Ajax, Xerxes attempted to push him back, skeletons surrounding him. "Even the greatest of your kind isn't worth the dirt beneath my feet! The Athanaton are undefeatable, and I will NOT allow such disrespect to my name! You. Will. FALL!" Xerxes roared with a fury, before the ground quivered, the clatter of various bones ringing loud and clear as roughly 300 skeletons formed a circle and charged at Ajax. Escape seemed impossible, but to defend...a simple task, for the legendary hero.

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Flamma barely flinched from the arrows pelting his skin, in spite of the crimson blood that flowed down his back and soaked into the leather of his rather minimal armor. To him, the fight that raged before him was all that mattered. Rebecca would soon find that blows she parried carried an impossible weight behind them, each strike only avoidable and parryable due to her Revelation skill. Flamma was utterly lost in the fight at hand, salivating uncontrollably as he matched Maggie strike for strike, skillfully managing to get a few hits in exchange for the many he received in spite of Rebecca's Revelation parries. Dodging a nearly fatal blow by leaning back, Flamma whipped his upper body forward and slammed his forehead into Maggie's skull, knocking her into the ground with a dull thud.

Smirking, Flamma turned to Rebecca. "You...are not one who loves The Fight." he said, uncharacteristically quiet as he did it, giving her a cold glance. "One who never once enjoyed the bloodbath, who danced about as if it could be avoided." he said, before his smile cracked into a mad grin. "BUT SHE...SHE LIVES FOR IT! EXISTS FOR NOTHING BUT IT! THAT'S ALL THERE IS, AND ALL THERE EVER WILL BE!" he said, before a spear of rock impacted his face, right through his eye. Staggering for a moment, he tried to say something before the earthen javelin lit up, and exploded in a small cloud around his head, which promptly disintegrated. In spite of this, his skin flashed red, and the underlying musculature beneath his stretched skin swelled up a bit, before regressing to its original size. The wooden sword he had held shattered, then came back together again, this time as a deep, rich red.

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Rubbing the back of his head, Makoto tensed up as the Card Holder behind him spoke. A chill ran up his spine as he spoke his name, gulping as he realized that his identity was compromised. Zosimos in his mind however spoke up quickly.

"Garrish!? My attire? Why...I never! As if a man parading around in a skirt THAT short has any right to talk! Makoto, tell him his fashion sense is as poor as his attitude!" Zosimos demanded, only to be ignored by Makoto.

"...My best kind of trick, huh?" he said, getting to his feet and pondering for a moment, before snapping his fingers together, and forming the Cheirokmeta once more in his hands, the novice alchemist closed his eyes and mentally recited: "The passage of stone through stone, rock breaking rock; Here material is made manifest, and here, will is made clear. My flesh is your breaker, and my mind your shaper." he recited quickly to himself, before laying a hand on the ground, causing a pillar of concrete and underlying stone to emerge, sharpened to a fine point. "My class may not be lancer, but this'll work," he said confidently, before, without even getting into any sort of stance or making any motions, the spear flew from his hand and into the eye of Flamma as he stood over Maggie. Clenching his hand, Makoto's right eye shone with an otherworldly light. "...'Iitlaq sarah!" he said loudly, the spell on the spear activating and causing it to detonate. Smiling confidently, he watched as Flamma's head exploded from the force. He seemed to have no resistance to magic, so thankfully that was the end of tha-

Hurriedly turning his body into a gray material thicker than steel, Makoto barely kept himself from flying back from the sheer pressure as Flamma regenerated himself, sword shattering to replace the life he had just lost. It was as if a Noble Phantasm had activated, and immediately reversed his death entirely. Was he...just undefeatable!?

Now seeming...entirely unamused, Flamma sighed. "...Cowards. Pacifists. And, fools that talk too big." Flamma said, looking at Xerxes as he said that, looking at the almost completely destroyed clock on the wall. "Five Minutes have passed." he said, walking away with an incredibly bored expression on his face. "Little girl, if you seek to die, then come find me. I will accept your challenge any time." He said to Maggie, simply...walking away, he seemed to care little for damage done to him.

"...What...kind of monster IS he?" Makoto questioned, falling onto his behind and staring in horror as Flamma just walked away, completely unharmed. Glancing back at them, Flamma's eyes seemed far less red with rage, as he regarded Maggie with a sort of pity due to being unable to finish her off.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Yes. She was one of the 13. Obviously she was replaced but his family is one of the many families vying for control. I decided since no one really did it to make someone who's a legend and would have these grandiose stories before everyone learns who he is as a person. Besides hype is fun.

@Kal-El

That works then. Go right ahead and post him in the CS tab!

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

The Eilidh x Bast ship is the only thing stopping me from dropping out of this RP right now, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to muster up a post.

@Silver Carrot

Could try making a new character, since you dropped Rebecca and all.

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

All these cool new characters, and I'm likely gonna not be able to interact with them for the rp's current day.

Guess its time for Horn Boy and Vape Dragon to do their stuff.

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

@PaulHaynek
FF5353

Sleeping like a log once again, Magnus did his usual routine in the mornings of trying to brush his massive mane of silver hair, only to give up after having to wrench the stuck brush out of the thick nightmarish locks. ...Maybe he should get a haircut, but scissors scared him. Perhaps he could ask someone to just cut it off with a knife, but that would look odd. Sighing, he felt at a loss as he went downstairs, his usually curly hair as curly as usual. Clapping his hands against his cheeks as he descended the stairs, Magnus fully woke himself and smiled. Today was the day that Kyle would finally fly!

Hurriedly jogging down the stairs, he bade a good morning to everyone he saw, eagerly heading to the cabinet where he had stored the flowers and feathers for the quest that he'd had on his list for quite some time. The Sky is The Limit...a fitting title for what he hoped would be the birth of humans being able to fly. Beaming to himself, he excitedly wondered about all the possibilities that it possessed...if they had a postal service like that, then he'd be able to send letters to his Mother and Father back home, as well as his sisters, cousins, aunts, nieces, twice removed grand nieces that existed somehow...and that Gazer that used to pick on him as a kid. Shaking his head before he lost focus, he went to go find Talia, hoping that she was feeling better. After all, she had been shot just the other day. Even if yesterday was scary...he did get to meet an amazing woman that shot laser beams from her mouth.

Peeking his head over Bart's shoulder as he talked to the newcomers, Magnus read the mood a bit and departed soon after, feeling like greetings could wait for later that night. A fireside gathering tended to be how he met most people new to the guild on a personal level anyways, and they seemed...fine enough. Smiling, he gently ran a hand on the cobbled stone and wood of the walls as he ascended the stairs. There used to be so few of them, and now this place was even more lively than it ever had been. Not even brigand attacks were able to break their spirit!

Seeing that no jobs would take him in the direction of Mahigan, Magnus had resolved to keep his initial promise first, since he didn't know how fresh the flowers needed to be. Gently knocking on Talia's door, he wondered if she was up yet. "Talia? A-Are you up? We don't have to travel today if your shoulder still hurts...O-Or I can carry you there."

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@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

Awakening to a dull, throbbing pain in her arm, Nephele gingerly touched where she had been stabbed. The wound had thankfully healed a bit, but it was still quite tender to the touch, causing the dragoness to wince slightly. It was then that she noticed Niel standing there. Her ears perked up at his words, and she sat up straight in order to answer him properly. She felt guilty now, having rummaged without permission, but his words made her realize it wasn't only about the invasion of privacy. Something had always felt off about Neil...and now, it made at least the tiniest bit of sense. Closing her eyes, she thought on how to answer him.

"...I don't know who the two on this tunic are. However, I have a fair guess. The strange magical tools you've been seen to have, the odd music sung by no bards, and the garments that are foreign to all lands that I've read about." taking a deep breath, she leaned against the headboard of her bed, smiling at Neil. "So that's it, then, I'm guessing. That you come not from a foreign country or hamlet, but from a realm entirely different. I read a book about this once...of a hero that comes from another world to prevent a great calamity. Tell me Neil, how did you get here?"

Now standing up before Neil, she offered a kind smile to him. "...I'd be happy to be your confidant. I can't imagine this would be easy to discuss with anyone. So...tell me all that you wish. I won't be going anywhere too far today while I recover."

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Vandesdelca Ivalice

Name:
Vandesdelca Ivalice "The Immortal Lance"

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Race:
Human

Element:
Light

Dream:
To rescue his mother from the Zweite Junta and find out what happened to his father.

Home:

Island

Gimmicks:

Sojutsu Expert: Van has shown himself to be proficiently skilled in wielding his lance. Most of Van's fighting techniques rely on his lance as he becomes quite deadly when wielding one. When in battle, Van is at his peak when wielding a lance, often taking down several opponents quickly. Van can be seen utilizing fluid motions when he is wielding a spear giving his attacks the appearance of flowing water as it seems as though his attacks are endless. By slowing his breathing down to match his opponent's, Van is capable of entering a stance perfect for countering his opponent's moves by using the shaft of his spear in order to deflect attacks away from his person. When Van enter's his more offensive stance, he lowers his spear toward the ground. It is this stance that Van becomes far more deadly as he is able to attack an opponent from a far distance by removing the burden of weight on his arms and legs allowing him to jet toward an opponent at high speeds and maneuver his lance with far more precision.

Light Healing Magic: The way this variant works is simple — through physical contact, the symbol is copied and etched onto the target. This causes the symbol to react to the energy source and synchronize with it, then exciting it — which causes a sudden energy spike. The energy emitted from said spike goes outwards and gathers the energy within the atmosphere, causing it to gather to a single point and absorbed by the emitting source. This causes the user's body to go under a drastic change; their cells are invigorated and constantly renewed, thus able to engage the healing factor at an incredible rate. Minor wounds heal in seconds and major wounds take mere minutes. Though it can heal wounds and possibly remove poisons & minor ailments, it's unable to affect major diseases that have already existed within the body — especially if they were there for a longer period; this makes it no miracle technique and a proper substitute for actual medical needs.

Personality:Emanating a strong and stoic disposition, Vandesdelca is one of those people who just naturally command respect. Among his allies, he can be rather reserved. Yet in the presence of his enemies, he has a mouthful ready at any moment. While he is not straight up cocky, Van tends to lecture weaker fighters on their skills and how to improve them, even if he is about to end their lives. In battle he can be cruel and brutal, causing havoc on the tensest of battlefields with no remorse. He shows no mercy to his enemies, but desires to fight anyone who is "strong".

Van likes to keep his past a secret, evident from the fact that no one on his team knew his name. His desire to fight "strong" people is a downside of sorts, usually causing him to be reckless in some battles. Also Vandesdelca will kill anyone who deceives people for their own benefit. It's ironic, since the man has a alleged criminal background. He also has some sense of honor, even with his enemies. He does not use underhanded tactics or tricks at all; he despises liars. One teammate remarked that he is a "complicated man to deal with".

Background:
Vandesdelca's early life was one of solitude. He lived upon the only uncharted island alongside his mother Tear Des Grants. Tear was a legend upon the battlefield, a woman famed as being a demon, and she trained her in combat the best she could. After years of intense training, she revealed to Vandesdelca why she pushed him so hard; it was to prepare him for the day the Zweite Junta would come. That is when she dropped the bombshell that their family is one of the few that control the islands and she used to stand with them on the battlefield, slaughtering all who stood before them. Vandesdelca did not hate his mother for what she did but, he resolved to face his family when he was old enough. Unfortunately the Zweite Junta would find their little island and capture his mother after a tragic battle leaving Vandesdelca alone and with a damaged right eye.

Many years have passed since his mother's capture, and Van became leader of a small band of warriors who opposed the Zweite Junta. He stood as the face of the band, a monster on the battlefield due to his magical prowess with Light. Many believed him to be an immortal, nigh unkillable on the battlefield. That all came to a head when his band was betrayed and he was captured. The only survivor and bearer of an even greater sadness.

Inventory:
Punishment: Punishment is a family heirloom, created by his ancestors and infused with powerful Light Magic. Van uses this blade to pass his own sick form of punishment upon those he sees as monsters among men. Those pierced with this lance are are burned, their death's meant to be agonizing. This lance is about two meters long from end to end, painted a stunningly beautiful shade of black. Several sharp edges hang off from different places on the blade, acting as both guards as well as inflicting further damage upon those pierced.

@Kal-El

I don't mind that he's from an uncharted island, as Granblue normally has quite a number of islands that are lost to common records for various reasons. A spear user is a nice change of pace, since so far all of the people possessing traditional melee weapons have had swords. Healing magic is always nice, too. His backstory presents a lot of possibilities that'd be interesting later on, such as having the crew encounter his band's Betrayer. Though, the part with Tear confused me a bit. Does that mean she was formerly one of the 13, or that she was related, or just worked under them?

Other than that, he's completely acceptable. As for whether he'll be the crew's captain, that's up to the majority to decide. Pending clarification on Tear's explanation, he's good to go for the character tab.