The Irish Tree

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Oh man, I'm so sorry for poofing there. If I still may, will get that CS in for you this week!

@Vertigo

No worries, stuff happens. Spot's still open for you.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Alright, final result is in favor of not having a discord.

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

If Yang and Magnus go to the crash site, they would find the mangled and broken remains of the flying machine along with the equally mangled and broken corpse of Kyle Charlston.

@PaulHaynek

THE GAME WAS RIGGED FROM THE START GODDANGGIT!

Well...time to think about just how sad Magnus is gonna be.

Also the language is cool. I think, I ran it through google translate at one point, but I forget the source language.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

So... what floor's the research on, out of curiosity? It might have been hinted at before, but my memory's bad :/

@AdmrlStalfos19

Seventh Floor. 'Tis where the tentacles are attacking at the moment.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Let me know if anything is confusing. Also, since i never really got a definitive tally, I'm gonna put a strawpoll up for the discord thing.

Please vote

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Solitary Confinement

@GarlandDaHero,@Guess Who,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322,@Kal-El

Lost in the flow of things, Perkeo kept trying to speak up, only to be cut off by an actually important, or just overall sensible suggestion. A such, he opted to keep his mouth shut, but did turn to Homura, a smile on his face. "But of course! I too, have something important to retrieve. I know the way, thankfully. They stripped me of my belongings and threw me up here right away. We'll find your mask there, Miss. As well as my instrument." he said, turning and following the trail that Vandesdelca was blazing.

Satirra's ability to dig, she would find, was still for the most part repressed, as was Sasha's magic, and the other members of the Solitary Confinement crew would similarly find that, for the most part, their Ether-based abilities were returning, but at an incredibly slow pace. Belladonna's flower petals were the extent of what SHE was capable of, and as such Satirra would feel that she could certainly make a large dent in the floor, but not be able to go through the cobbled stone beneath her claws. As such, joining back up with the others as they walked was likely a good idea. The guard she had kept alive and unconscious wasn't getting up for some time, though lingering would no doubt give more guards a chance to show up.

As the group would progress downward, more guards making their way to the lower floors would get caught up in the whirlwind of armed prisoners that had broken loose, many of the Higher Security prisoners having been let loose and clearing a significant chunk of the guardsmen from that area...albeit at the cost of an alarm being pulled. Sirens wailed as the entire prison was put onto high alert, a radio broadcast suddenly coming in through the stolen devices the group had. "Attention all Personnel, you are hereby instructed to permit no airship to enter or leave until all prisoners are...Executed. Patrols 16-45 are to put the dock on high alert, and inspect all suspicious persons. The Seventh Floor is a priority for Defense, and as such all personnel stationed above are to report there immediat-" the broadcast was cut short, as sounds of steel cutting and screams echoing filled the airwaves. "...Worthless." Another, more gruff sounding man said as he spoke over the airwaves. "This is Warden Derrick. All soldiers: Fight to kill. All Prisoners are considered Expendable. All of them are to be terminated, effective immediately. Fourth Floor is mine. Bring anybody you can't handle here, and I'll handle it."

The air seemed to fill with dread as the soldiers that fought back against the prisoners started striking with lethal force. Now that they were getting serious, it would be reckless for such a small group to rush headlong into dozens of guards unarmed. Perkeo, ever a fan of the Pansyfist route, quietly started to move towards a less noisy path down the side-hall, beckoning for the others to follow him. Even Van and Satirra could see that there was little way to just bust through there, and the wall of bodies between them and the guards was quickly diminishing. It would be a long way down to the first floor...especially since the Fourth Floor had only one exit, and only one entrance. And standing there would be the Warden himself. They were currently on the 15th floor, and going further down would give more time to let their Ether-Abilities restore themselves to something closer to full capacity. Of course, those who wanted to didn't have to follow Perkeo at all. Understandable, really.

[Note: I'm not going to make you guys go through each floor, stopping between them. Just be aware that you can storm through as much as you like, but the only floors you're required to stop on are the 7th, and 4th floors.]

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Research/Testing

@Suku,@Enkryption

Marshall's intimidation was fairly effective on the already panicked researcher, but the other just remained at least calm on the surface. The calmer one winced as the blood from the wounds on his face met the open, choking air of the prison's lab. "Keep it in your pants, Freak. You might be immortal, but Derrick's in another league. Even then, one of the 13 is here right now. You're not walking out of here. ...Whatever. Get me a radio, and I'll get your death warrant signed." he said. "...What are you talking about? No Primals exist in this part of Tyragrande." the more composed one said, while Marshall got a radio from a guard.

Using his limbs as best he could, he fumbled a bit to turn the radio on and said: "S-Sir, this is Sohlt, lab crew. We've been taken hostage by a-"

"This channel is for military personnel only. Last I checked, you weren't military. And definitely not worth my time." the warden said dismissively, before the sound of screaming could be heard over the radio.

The more...mentally unhinged scientist started wailing. "WE'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" he cried out, before Sohlt sighed. "Can you PLEASE kill him already?"

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Running was a wise move on Skathi's part, though it did leave the woman somewhat baffled. "...Does she think she can escape?" she asked herself aloud, before snapping her fingers, the sound of glass breaking echoing through the 7th floor before she said: "...Seize the erune holding Griever's power. The contract binds, and the beast abides. Thy name is Charybdis..." before a violent bolt of lightning struck the top of the prison tower, the air becoming choked with Water Ether as the storm outside grew worse and worse, a deluge of rain erupting around the Prison Island. The water beneath the tower grew choppier and more turbulent, before those on the lower floors would see the body of a Primal Beast.

It emerged from a whirlpool, a spiral of white and blue on the surface on the water, before the hole that lead to the depths was devoured, replaced by a horrifying mixture of teeth and flesh, eyes and tendril, as Charybdis rose from the depths. It slowly spun as it arose, its full length spanning over 200 feet, its mouth wide enough to swallow an air ship, and its tendrils, all eighteen of them, were as thick as a male Draph. Floating roughly 40 feet above the water, those below could see the long, almost eel-like tail that its body ended in, smooth and covered in a strange frill traveling the vertical span of it. Many unblinking eyes, clouded in a milky white haze slowly turned to the Seventh Floor, two of them breaking through windows and suddenly barring Skathi's path. Blindly, the creature fumbled, slamming its tendrils against the cobblestone floors in an attempt to feel where she was.

Many guards immediately turned tail, fleeing from the Seventh Floor, only for a few of them to run straight into a tendril and be reflexively flung back out of the prison, into the awaiting maw of the Primal Beast looming outside. All those on the upper floors could see it, but those at the bottom would only notice its tail, and how quickly the morale of both sides was up in the air as Charybdis moved. Its sole target was Skathi, and it soon sent more tendrils in through the windows to try and bar her escape. Now, she would have to cut her way out.

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Prisoner Belongings

@Shizuochan,@Burst,@Skyrte

"...Worthless. This is Warden Derrick. All soldiers: Fight to kill. All Prisoners are considered Expendable. All of them are to be terminated, effective immediately. Fourth Floor is mine. Bring anybody you can't handle here, and I'll handle it."

"...Craaaaaaaap..." the Erune woman said as the announcement was made, before the earsplitting sound of thunder arrived, and with it, an even bigger problem. Literally, figuratively, it was really, really a much bigger problem. "WHAT!?" she questioned in surprise as she stared in a mix of terror and awe. "T-That thing...that's not even a monster, right? That's one of those Primal Beasts!" she said, sounding absolutely terrified. Not only was that thing just...waiting outside, it was smack over the runway that airships would need to use to take off. A larger airship wouldn't be able to get enough space to make it off the island without diving helm-first into the saltwater below.

Out of the corner of his eye, Arno would see his pride and joy, the Akula. Having been locked and chained up in the airship dock, it seemed that, judging from the various tools and parts lying around, that someone had done some digging into his machine while he was indisposed. It wasn't trashed however, and he could tell that given an extra set of hands and a few minutes time, he could get it flight ready. The only problem was that standing between them and it were the multitude of guards and prisoners, regaining their will to fight, albeit now much further away from Charybdis. "Why does something like this ALWAYS happen to me...?" the erune woman said, holding her head in her hands. "...We're doomed." she said, before the four of them would be made aware of a very small presence...

"...What are you doing?" a very, very infamous Harvin asked, standing a good 20 feet away, a blood-soaked dagger in her hand. Who would stand before them, but Sielma the Butcher, one of the 13 Heads of Zweite. "Soldier. Why are those two not dead? And why are they in possession of their things?" she asked, her gaze cold and affectionless, deep-set bags under her eyes as she glowered at the four of them with suspicion, already on guard. Her hair was shaped into a tidy bobcat of lavender hair parted by the left, her hair sticking up in the center of her crown and curling to the right. Her skin was pale, unnaturally so, almost a snowy white that made her purple locks stand out even more than they already would.

The erune woman froze entirely, her voice catching in her throat as she trembled, having heard the rumors of Sielma's frequent alchemical and magical experiments, often using orphans and dregs from the streets, as well as personal enemies of her's. Out of all of the 13 to meet, she was undoubtedly one of the ones most lacking in any sort of empathy or compassion, merely giving the four a cold gaze as she walked over. "I asked you a question." she said, looking to Gilvan. The group would need to think fast to lose her. Fighting was an option, but where one of the 13 reared their heads, guards would surely flock.

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

Sincerest apologies for being a procrastinating shit...again.

Monster Hunter World coming out on PC killed my productivity, and my motivation.

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

@PaulHaynek,@Restalaan (YNG)
FF5353

"Highly Unlikely" in Magnus' mind sounded like pretty good odds. After all, Kyle sure was smart. He was excited to hear that Kyle could fly all the way to the guild, and figured that he'd leave that up to him after the test flight was finished. Yang's statement of going with him had him a tad more worried however, and Magnus cleared his throat. "I-I can fly with you, if you need something safe. I wouldn't want Yang to do anything dangerous. I-I mean...this was my job, anyways." he said, wanting to make sure Yang wouldn't get hurt over something he invited her to do. He already owed her...basically his life, so, he felt indebted to her. She was so nice to him too, that he couldn't

As Kyle spoke of how birds internalize how to fly their entire lives, Magnus thought back on his own training. It was funny, that to stop and think about it, he had no idea exactly how to explain many things that he did without thinking about it. From the curling of a finger, to the bending of his knees to hop, he took for granted just how much harder it had to be to fly. There wasn't any ground to hold you steady, there wasn't any surface to push off of to go forward; It was all the wind, and a whole lot of math. Or something. He had no idea, really. Science was hard, and it most certainly wasn't in Magnus' interests to learn about just HOW the plane flew. All he needed to know was that Talia and Kyle's dream could be a reality, and that their efforts all meant something.

Pumping his arms excitedly, a tiny bit of steam billowed out of Magnus' nose as he excitedly looked to Yang. "Hey Hey, what should we call it? I-I can yell loud! Um...it flies right? S-So...what's a kind of bird. Uh...Robin? Sparrow? Alba...tross...?" Magnus trailed off, unable to contain his excitement. He was finally going to witness flight by a wingless being...but man, names were hard. A lot of the birds he knew of the Northerner's mythology had really hard to pronounce names. Like Hræsvelgr. Scratching his head as he thought, he wondered if Yang had a good idea. She was likely from somewhere where birds had more...sensible names than Hræsvelgr. At least that was his hope.

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@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

Nephele had lost herself in the reading, hurriedly scouring through the contents of the book for any signs of a potential world that Neil could have come from. But...well, none fit the bill. Neil most certainly wasn't from Pandemonium, Wonderland, or Heaven, and, just as she reached for the next book in hope of more information being revealed, she was stopped by Neil's urgent request. Hurrying after him, she didn't hesitate, offering a quick nod to his request before gently taking Talia into her arms, careful to not move her head too quickly, and to be especially delicate with her shoulder. She made sure to grab a pillow for Talia to rest her head upon, figuring that she'd need to keep her head, and shoulder slightly elevated in transit.

"I haven't found anything yet. But, I've pulled out a few books that may shed some light. For now, Talia needs aid, and quickly." she said, carrying her out of the building and into a wagon, swiftly getting two horses to pull it. "Hang in there, Talia. You're going to be alright." the dragoness said, offering the Cyclops in the wagon a reassuring smile, and a wet cloth for her forehead.She hoped that Talia would be alright...she had been injured worse than Nephele had that night. Seeing as now she wouldn't be able to focus worrying about Talia, Nephele would wait for Neil in the wagon, wanting to take the journey to Mahigan with him. "Let me go with you," she'd say once Neil would arrive and be ready to drive. "I can't concentrate on studies when a fellow guild-mate is suffering. Come, let's hurry to Mahigan. Do you have anything for her pain?" she added, as if to answer a question before it was even asked. Nephele didn't want to just sit idly by while someone who bled for them suffers. If Talia were to die, then...she wouldn't be sure how to tell Magnus. Or Bast. She'd imagine that he'd be wracked with guilt if she died from an infection while he wasn't there to treat it.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Didn't realize how many floors but I got a small change in mind.

@Kal-El

Do tell.

If anybody has any requests for the post coming today, let me know.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@The Irish Tree

I wanted to make a post basically leading the group to the room where their belongings are. Have a literal line of bodies positioned to show them the route till they see Van again in the room and he'll welcome them to escape as he understands team work.

@Kal-El

Only problem I can see is the many floors of guards between the group, and going solo commando without sneaking the whole way seems a bit insane. Though, being honest, I'm not gonna have the group stop for every floor. So, that can definitely work. Though, Van is definitely gonna hit a one-man roadblock on the R/T Floor.