The Irish Tree

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Y'all got room for one more?

@Awesomoman64

Yes indeed we do! Currently a slot is open for Dark, Wind, and Fire.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

"Got it, Kuremi-san." Noboru said, accepting the duty and clicking a pen out from his pants pocket, spinning it between his index and middle finger on his right hand for a moment. Grabbing a clipboard and a blank sheet of paper, he rested his right ankle on his left knee, humming. "They've sure pushed all the work on us this time. Let's see...something fun for a festival. What if we tried to work some sort of theme around it?" he asked, looking over the papers for the requirements.

"Well, it IS just a cultural festival in the end. They can huff all they want about boosting morale, but in the end we're just coming up with plans to shove onto students too. I'd say some sort of restaurant theme, but then a lot of guys are going to push for Maid Cafes." he said, scratching the crown of his head for a moment, before perking up. "What if we had the Drama club put on a play for the event? We might be able to get them ready in three months if we pick a play soon. Would also give something older people visiting could enjoy."

Noboru didn't need to be told whether his idea passed or not; After all, right now they were just brainstorming ideas. As such, he simply wrote his down for a Play, clicking his pen and then pointing the butt of it at Maggie. "Any suggestions, Ms. Treasurer?" he asked as he paused, standing a bit straighter up as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking a moment to open it and view the message from his mother, he had a look of concern. "...My mom's train got derailed. She wasn't on it, but she said there was some huge accident. I'll let her know I'm staying over tonight..." he said, mumbling the last bit as he got to texting his mom back.

Slouching back into his chair once again, he forced his lips back into a smile. "Sorry about that, let's keep going." his voice was the same as ever, but it was impossible to think he wasn't a little worried.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Was a bit strapped for things to happen since only two people responded, but eh, I made do.

Tempted to let Poxanne and Cyll just start RPing on the first island, which grows more appealing the more I think of it. Even if they wouldn't start in the same spot, I feel bad leaving the two of you out, especially since the pace is a bit slow at the moment.

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Solitary Confinement

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

It was a gamble, but it certainly paid off, as the beasts furiously snapped their eyes shut, flailing their tendrils around in a desperate bid to smash the torch. One quickly burnt a tendril, but succeeded in destroying the light source. More cautious than before, the beasts hissed furiously, trying to spit at Cayde behind the wall, their spit sticking to the wall in thick globs. They were grouping up together, trying to stay in the darker parts of the room and darting in and out of shadows.

Perkeo gulped, before letting out a rather girlish screech as something grabbed at his leg, a tendril wrapped around his leg and trying to drag away at him. The talon the tendril was supposed to have was shattered, as if someone had struck it with a mace. Growing pale, Perkeo started running like a chicken with its head cut off, grabbing a torch and whacking the beast upside the head with it. "LET. GO. OF. MY. LEG!" he shouted, to not much avail. He was literally breaking the torch from the first few swings, the thing splintering and going out as the beast only grew more and more enraged. Lashing out its tendrils once more, it seemed intent to put Perkeo out of his misery altogether.

Several prisoners were now managing to push back, having used the monsters as a diversion in order to take out the guards, and quickly make their getaway. If the group followed their momentum, they'd reach the belonging's floor for the high-security prisoners. Well, Perkeo might not. Bit tied up at the moment.

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Imperial Hidden Hangar

@Enkryption

A wet crashing sound caught the harvin noble, her gaze turning to see the figure that had jumped from a hole and landed right in front of her. His form was clearly broken, shattered beyond what one could consider close to being presentable in a coffin. But the twitch of a finger, the shuddering of organs...these delighted her eyes. A sadistic shimmer, and a flick of her wrist, and Selmia chucked the glass jar containing the still-beating heart of Marshall at his broken form, the glass shattering and leaving the heart exposed to the open air.

"Hehehe...you came all this way to see me?" she asked, clearly elated at Marshall's presence. Tilting back and forth on her toes she flicked her dagger out, spinning the blood-stained weapon in her hand and flicking the blood off. "You didn't have to do all that...but now I can bring all of you home with me!" she cried out. She watched with anticipation as Marshall pulled himself together, eyes trained on his right hand. His capabilities, his method of attack, his power source, his brutality...every aspect of it was within her line of sight, and every motion she made was calculated. Her childish guise, her small limbs containing muscles fit for singular bursts of speed and impossible to predict thrusts. The very air around her radiated danger...the likes of which an ordinary person, or even an extraordinary person exuded.

It was something similar to Marshall's benefactor. Whatever strength she carried, it was likely that one of the Primal Beasts was bestowing power to her.

"Its okay. I know you hate me. But that makes playing with you fun, Marshall." she said, taking a step forward. "So let's play. Until we stain this hall red and one of us begs to stop. That's when its most fun, right?" Another step. And another. "Oh, but it isn't playing if it isn't fair." she added as a metal clink resounded against the wet cobbled stone. A familiar sight in the form of Marshall's dagger laid before his eyes, carefully maintained and sharpened during his captivity. It seemed his Number 1 Fan had taken good care of his things.

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@The Irish Tree

I hate to say it, but I think I'll be dropping out as well. Classes and a lot of other things have been keeping me busy, so I don't think I can spare time for a group RP like this one, at least at the moment. Sorry.

@GarlandDaHero

That's fine. Best of luck with your stuff man.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Hey, yeah... I'm super sorry about this, but I think I have to drop out after all :/ There's just too much going on IRL rn. I don't think it's just the CS that's taking me unusually long - at this rate, it would be the posts as well. And thaaaat would not be fair.

You've been super patient and I'm really sorry for making you wait this long for nothing, but the spot is better served by someone with more time in their hands. Good luck with the rp, though! I might read along when I get the time for even that, ha.

@Vertigo

That's alright. Thank you for trying, if nothing else. Hope things get better for you IRL.

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As for everybody else, I'll be making a post this Sunday. If you want your characters actions to be counted, please post before then.

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

@Restalaan@The Irish Tree

I have to try to introduce myself to your characters. Would you want me to wait for you both to respond or should I atleast try to give them both the gist of my character.

@ShwiggityShwah

I feel like you can go ahead and post if you like. I can post today if needed, but if you would want to intro Ozzy first to them, that's fine by me.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

...Oh right. Today was Dad's birthday." A young man thought to himself, looking out the window of the classroom he was cleaning. The rest of the people on cleaning duty had long since left, leaving the Vice-President alone in the room. He always insisted on being last to leave anyways, since he had Student Council after regular classes. Walking over to the window, he placed his hand against and looked out over the city, eyes narrowing as he saw smoke in the distance. "...Fire? Was there an accident?" he pondered, questions directed to nobody going nowhere fast.

Finishing up in that room, his footsteps echoed through the relatively empty halls as he cast his gaze up to the ceiling. Today, just like any other, he'd hold out hope that his father would return out of nowhere, to say that he'd missed him so much, and apologize for all the time lost. But...this was reality, he reminded himself, only to deny even that fact of life. It was at the point now that he scarcely remembered what his father looked like, save for when he looked at the photograph he had in his wallet, the constant reminder of his hope and delusions. Keeping his head turned up, he had no time to react as a certain crimson-curled-comet slammed into him, knocking him onto his side.

Completely caught off guard, he was shocked as he looked up to see a girl...awfully surprised at just how lost he'd been. Before he could offer an apology upon standing, she ran away immediately. That was...odd. He felt guilty though, having not paid attention in the hall. Thinking back on it, her red hair definitely stood out...she was the Student Council Treasurer, right? Well, he'd have a chance to apologize, since he imagined she was going to the meeting as well.

Sliding open the door, he said: "Noboru Maki, present. Sorry I'm late Prez, cleaning ran a little long." he said, watching the President spin around in her chair. Wordlessly taking a seat, Noboru looked to Maggie and scratched the back of his head. "About the hallway thing...sorry about that. I was spacing out, was all," he said with a small smile on his face. "So Prez, what are we planning to do for the festival? Can't believe they pulled this on us last minute..."

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Poxanne

Poxanne

"Just hold still and let my babies do the work. There, all better. Now don't go drinking any alcohol for atleast three hours. Seriously, you might explode. Other than that you should be fine. Probably..."

Name: Poxanne (Formerly Alla'fey Typhen, the Toxic Witch)

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Race: Harvin

Element: Earth

Dream: Her motivations are three fold.
- Make the skies a safe place to those special to her.
- Pave the way to Paradise so that others may follow.
- Ennact vengence on the Alchemists Guild by destroying them or rendering them obsolete.

Home: Helmuth

The home of the Alchemist's Guild has since fallen into stagnation. The Alchemist's Guild, in their pursuit of knowledge and power had wrenched every natural resource from the island, almost to the point where it can barely float, and cave ins are common and piece of the island fall to the earth below. While she grew up well taken care of as the daughter of guild members, over time, even their fortunes began to wane. Only a few stubborn souls rule over the island slum.

Gimmicks:

Poxanne’s earth element manifests as an affinity to plants. She’s got a green thumb ever since she was a child and she commonly grows her own medicines and reagents that go into her potions. Like many Harvin, learning and using magic came easy to her, and with her own genius intelligence, the spells she has are vast and many. She can cause vines and wood to grow at a moments notice to entangle her foes, or just make some flowers grow (even on the wood hull of an airship). She has used her alchemical arts to actually create new breeds of plants, and these plants have a number of applications. She will use her magic to full effect if and only if she has to fight alone as collateral damage in terms of poisonous clouds of spores can be just as dangerous to her allies.

When fighting with a group, she is centered on harassment, support, and terrain control by use of her plants but mostly her alchemical reagents. On the offensive she’s got an arm on her and is proficient when it comes to throwing, whether it be grenades or darts. She is clever enough to rig these items as trip wire or pressure traps around the battle field using her small stature to not be noticed too much. She’ll try to also poison or hamper the enemy with her own concoctions if she gets the chance.

Mostly though when it comes to a team fight, its all about keeping her side up. She’ll stay behind the fighters, using her potion, salves, the odd rejuvenation and regeneration spell to heal their wounds, or enhance them with elixers, draughts, and oils. Many an ally had found themselves smashed with a vial of sugar glass and reeking of something foul, only to have the next enemy bullet or blade deflect harmlessly off. All of these effects of course are only temporary, and she does have limited supply on hand.

Personality:

She's a child and a mother. She's a student and a teacher. She's a healer and a killer. Poxanne is a woman of extremes and complications, all hidden behind a veneer of innocence, intellect, and infectious positivity. To most, Poxanne is an eccentric. She is always busying herself with her own thoughts, and loves to socialize and talk. She gets excited for even simple things and loves to teach. She is silly, playful, chatty, and wears her emotions on her sleeve, often over reacting in immature ways. This is all part of her act to distract herself. Behind those eyes, she’s tried. She’s worried. She’s angry. She acts like a child, but she is a genius and has seen more of the skies than most other people she’s met.

When her healing services are needed, whether physical or emotional, Poxanne can be surprisingly motherly and empathetic. She offers kind words, encouragement, and genuine affection. When things get serious and there is no way to lighten the mood with her antics, she wears a smile proudly in the face of adversity to calm those around her. She drops the silliness, she becomes a rock and a pillar that those around her can hold onto to persevere. She strategizes, she calculates, she delegates, taking command if need be to destroy the obstacle.

When she needs to fight herself, whether to protect someone or to right an injustice this demeanor changes. She smiles yes, she talks and teaches as always, no ounce of fear inside her but there is a cold hate behind that smile. She can be merciless, unflinching even as she rips apart a foes inside with her poisonous magic. She seems to relish those moments where her enemies hack up blood or scream from the pain. She shows the reason why she was once called, the Toxic Witch.

Background:

Born inside the guild, Alla'fey was fully indoctrinated into the cult of science and alchemy. She was a natural intellect and even from a young age as a scribe she had her hands in alot of the Guild's activities. She had single handedly developed formula and magi-alchemical processes that twisted ether into transmutation in revolutionary ways. Her specialty however was in the field of organic chemistry, having learned and utilize techniques to save lives despite the conditions. She was the youngest fully certified Alchemist in recent Guild history and was destined to join the greatest of the Guild's Projects, sentient transmutation, so that the secrets of immortality could be in the hands of the Guild.

Having worked on the project, they had run into several impossibilities that were particularly stubborn. Alla'fey left Helmuth to join the Field Researchers, the brave alchemists whom acquire and study samples and elements found on other islands. For years of her life, she would hire monster hunters to slay some poor beast, then to have her acquire the materials from the corpse. She had catalogged dozens of new samples, and while most of them didn't aid with the Project, their applications could not be ignored.

Knowing full well of the effects of elements and chemicals on the human body, the unfortunate concept of a pandemic and quarantine was not unknown to them. Islands could be isolated. Populations with no where to go. Completely dedicated to the guild, Alla'fey would unleash disease upon the enemies of the Guild, killing indiscriminately. On atleast two occasions an island was rendered completely sterile so that the Guild could claim the resources for the dying Helmuth. Whispers would circle of a small child with a bird mask bringing death in her wake. Fear the Toxic Witch...

But some things are more important than loyalty and duty and devotion, and those things can change someone. In her research travels, she had to deal with alot of people, alot of islands and alot cultures. Harvin weren't specific to a few islands, and she found herself on Zigguaraut. She was following a lead, a rumor from an apprentice mapmaker and sky farer. He was charming, funny, persistent. Following the lead became a great adventure and while the lead was a bust, she ended up finding something that changed her. She spent another adventure with him, then another. She fell in love, and found a family, a real family with him. They didnt care what she did, and welcomed her.

She abandoned her name, her title, and her guild, getting married to someone outside of it. It was soon after that the Guild came looking for their cherished asset. Hiding her marriage was easy, hiding the swelling in her belly was not. Making excuses, her loyalty was cast into question and she had to flee before her secret was discovered, the Guild hot on her heels.

Her mistake was trying to return to her husband as she brought the enforcers right to them. The couple tried to flee, taking to the air, with the Guild in pursuit. Despite all her best efforts, all of her magic and knowledge, she was saved by her husband but he was taken. She hadn't seen him since, and she long accepted that he is dead.

Hiding out she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy she named Hans. She had made enough allies in her travels and expeditions that finding a place to hide could be feasible, but the Guild was tenacious. She was their best asset, and knew their darkest secrets. They would hunt her, kill her if she didn't come back. They'd kill or take Hans too, tying up loose ends, something she couldn't let happen.

She left her baby boy with someone who she'd trust, someone who didn't stay in one place. Who would always move, the way she had to always move. The best way to protect him would be out of his life. She'd begin a crusade against her former guild, wearing their gear in spite and mockery, gaining as much power and allies as she could while undermining their efforts and every opportunity.

She remained in hiding, her name, her identity, her past, and her son. She was just an alchemist, a teacher, a healer. Just another member the Guild hired out for ways of earning income. She would claim membership when it was easy to do so, but the word would always sit as bile in her mouth.

Inventory:

Alchemist Field Garb - The Alchemists have a number of different work uniforms and ceremonial robes but Poxanne was a field researcher. Her dark leather robes are greased to make sure potentially dangerous fluids do not linger if splashed on her and diffuse sources of high heat. Particularly useful against fire and acid. In terms of armor, it’s just regular leather.

Alchemist Triage Mask - Following alchemical accidents and foraging in particularly toxic environments, field Alchemists usually wear these masks to protect themselves from noxious fumes and toxic spores. Makes for a great gasmask.

Mantle of the Star Maiden - Having been a skyfarer for nearly a decade, Poxanne had gathered a number of enchanted artifacts. One of her favorites is this oversized hat, something she recieved as a gift on one of her adventures. It’s an amplifier for magic as it acts as a cyphone for latent ether and helps distill it. When in a fully charged area, the hat has a habit of raining down bits of ambient light around its caster. It so compact that the light can be actually held, great sources of light that could be held or thrown.

The Gaian Grimoire - An artifact of her own creation. It contains the information of all the plant species and naturally occurring elements written in a ink of quicksilver and the crushed petals of 111 different flowers with each page painstakingly written to contain alchemical recipes and sigils of transmutation. The book is a powerful alchemical instrument, that can as part of her spells, break down nearby components and transmute them into different items altogether. The elements are absorbed into the pages, refined through the sigils and emerge formed through the transmutation circles that are etched into every twenty fifth page. This break down process cannot be used by anything moving (so no rending down a person amidst a fight for instance) and bigger or more complicated items take more time.

Her little frame also seems to support a small lab of vials, tubes, grenades, jars, flasks, salves, syringes, potion, medical equipment, alchemical tools, and a myriad of other gadgets for observation and research. She carries enough on her in her giant backpack and pouches that she can perform surgery, conduct her experiments, and brew potions.

More ‘mundane’ weapons are her grenades whether shrapnel, fire, smoke, or poisonous (Choking Gas) and she has a number of darts, mostly tipped with paralytics.

She is currently not married, she has a wedding ring on a chain around her neck which she never takes off. Next to that is a little locket that looks like a blooming flower.

Still need to do her history, but anything that needs changes now, let me know.

@ShwiggityShwah

A very nice character overall, and a really damn good justification for leaving Helmuth. She's accepted. Now sadly, you'll have to wait a spell for the group to finish escaping Ziggurat. I ask for your patience, but go right ahead and plop her into the character tab.

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@ShwiggityShwah

Everything looks good so far. No complaints from me. Though, she will definitely not be in Ziggurat to start. Like Ammo, you're going to be on the next island (which ironically has a character that'd love an alchemy teacher).