The Irish Tree

Fate/Crimson Dusk

I'll get a post out tomorrow. Got an assignment that's gonna eat up my time.

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

@PaulHaynek

My apologies for not saying anything. Probably won't be able to post until Tuesday, since college is finishing up on my end.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Guess, Awesomoman, flood, and Skyrte

Verdant Woodlands: Emergency Repairs

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@Awesomoman64,@Guess Who,@Skyrte,@floodtalon
With an emergency underway, Corday gave a knowing nod to Cayde, a smile forced to her lips. "Go fix that...I can wait...gonna just...take a nap..." she said, before closing her eyes, pain finally overtaking her consciousness, though thankfully it wasn't like she had a concussion or anything. She was good for now, they could assume, save for the potential of internal bleeding. Regardless, there were more lives than her's to save at the moment, and those lives required prioritizing the engine room.

With Sid's wind keeping the fires of the engine at bay, he could hear the drum of footsteps descending down from the deck. The familiar weight of Cayde's armored footsteps told him that help had arrived, and arrive it did indeed. As soon as he was down there, Arno would swiftly get to work in extinguishing the fires, but would quickly find that the engines were beyond what he was used to repairing on his Akula. Whatever model of engine this was, it was fairly recently put out. The fire was significantly easier to deal with once the few uninjured would begin carrying pails of water in order to keep it from reaching the fuel lines. Under Cayde's direction, Sid's quick thinking, Arno's expertise in engineering, and Zendrith's springing to action to end the conflict on deck, the ship and its crew were saved, and all that remained of the fire was the black smoke billowing out into the open air.

...Oh, and Perkeo was there too, finally. Having awoken to the smell of smoke, the musician shakily rose to his feet, knees buckled together as he leaned against the wall, trying to strum a note on his instrument before the string he struck snap, sending him reeling back. "My baby!"

Ammo, Enk, 42nd Gecko

Road to Recovery

@Enkryption
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As Cyll downed her medicine, Amanita smiled, putting her hands on her hips. "The worse it tastes, the better it is for you. At least, for vegetables. And medicine." she said, before she suddenly stood upright, hearing a crashing sound. "Cyll, no moving! Y-You two wait here and rest. Mr. Marshall!?" she said, calling out the last bit as she ran down the hall towards the bathroom. Banging on the door, Amanita yelled: "Mr. Marshaaaaall! I'm coming in! A-And if you're naked, then that's weird because its been way too long since you went in there to take a bath! before Mucu gently grabbed the doorhandle and twisted, eventually breaking the lock.

Before that however, Marshall would hear a soft, pathetic mewling coming from beneath the sink. A small, pale yellow bundle of fur assembled into a quadrupedal form with feline features and long, triplicate pairs of whiskers winced as it tried to run out from beneath the sink, only to cut its paw upon a shard of glass and stumble, limping. Pained mews escaped the tiny creature as it looked up at Marshall, completely at his mercy and utterly helpless. Its large dark eyes stared up at him, the tiniest bit of cloud to them to show that the animal was diseased, and its showing ribcage along the sides of its torso showed that it was starving, too. It seemed it had taken shelter in here some time ago and gotten stuck, perhaps hoping to hunt mice within the confines of the bathroom's small space.

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@Ammokkx,@The 42nd Gecko

The two's chatter would last a fair bit of time, before there was the soft sound of a person approaching on the mossy cobblestone'd path. After a tense series of seconds as the sound of armored boots approached the door, they opened to reveal a harvin donning black plate mail in the doorframe. His size was small, but the warrior and hunter in their beds could see the immense aura the man gave off, as if the very air was gathering around him. He however did not seem malicious in any capacity, looking around curiously before looking to the twosome. "Excuse me...is the doctor in today? I needed to ask her some questions." he asked.

What would catch Mushi's eye the most however, would be the sword carried upon his back. There were few renowned harvin swordsmen, but most used thinner arms, such as katanas or long swords, whereas the broad greatsword present on the man's back bespoke of his strength. His movements were measured, each one precise and efficient, as if he'd had swordfighting drills beaten into every aspect of his life. His armor bore the emblem of Geste upon it near the right shoulder, and his violet eyes were clearly taking in every part of the room. "If she's not in, I'll come back some other time. Are you two alright though? I've heard her treatments are odd, but effective."

Suku

Crossing Fate: Krumatzi

@Suku

The harvin smiled, bowing his head to Hilde, his violet eyes shining with vitality as he stood up once more. "My name is Oliver, ma'am. A proud adherent to Free Lord Charlemagne, and one of his Twelve Peers. From the looks of you, you seem to be a knight as well. That mark of Niflhelm ...Its an honor to meet someone of their order." he exposited to her, at her request of hearing his name. With his sword carried on his back, he would wave farewell to her as she left abruptly, wishing her good luck, assuming she was on some quest of self-discovery. Knights taking leave of their order tended to be on pilgrimages to garner further strength or wisdom for themselves, and that was the case for Oliver himself.

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Hilde would have no trouble getting in to see the Airship Commission Officer given her miltary standing with Niflhelm. While it was an isolated power, it was also one that commanded respect, even in the Zweite ruled lands. A man of middling age, a Human with thinning blonde hair and a rather stocky build, his body covered in bristles of thin fine hairs along his arms and especially around his face. "A woman with that emblem...Come to think of it, we did get someone passing by with your description. Remember it plain as day; She got off one of the transport vessels and headed straight to my office. Asked me 'How much to hire a pilot to fly an already owned airship?', and soon's I gave her the rate, she goes off and buys her own ship and comes back to fork over money for a pilot! Dunno why she was in such a hurry or where she got all that money, but I heard Niflhelm pays you Walkure a pretty penny. Her ship was headed Southwest, but none of our transports head in that direction. Too dangerous this time of year." the man said, leaning forward a bit in his chair. "Sorry that I can't do more to help. Really bad monster attacks have been going down on those islands, and the military is taking their time cleaning things up."

With that bit of information secured, Hilde wouldn't be left with much choice other than to try and seek out a pilot willing to take her, and a ship that was fit to fly her. Unfortunately, the vessel captains were all on round the clock shifts, and as far as the Commissions Officer knew, there weren't any around that were retirees or just people with licenses to fly. This was an island people were born, and died on for the most part. No real go'ers anywhere.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

@Enkryption
Thankful for Herne's advice, Noboru would nearly instantly find Maggie once again, then his heart sunk again. Why...why did he have to keep on fighting his mother? She was pursuing him so persistently in her stone prison, that he was almost convinced that this was a cruel joke. As if some god out there enjoyed his heart being torn apart, each string binding his limbs to hesitate and to hold back. But right now, Maggie's life was on the line, and she seemed unable to run. Taking a step forward he-

"STOP! Noboru, something's wrong here..." the voice of Herne called out to him as he took another step forward, his gait turning into a sprint as he moved to try and save Maggie again.

"Something's not right, here dammit! Listen to me!" another warning rang out, this time licks of fire started to kiss upon the air, their embers lost to the man with a heart of glass and an arm made of wood. All at once, Noboru's instincts would be called back to attention as Maggie...exploded. Mana forced him to take a step back as the heat of it singed his face, the damage healed quickly due to Herne's abilities, but his legs found themselves as firmly planted as his grove was. For the first time since installing Herne, he felt...fear. A fight or flight response not derived of selfless heroic action, but one of a genuine sort of terror, the kind a child bears when confronted with a large predator like a bear.

His hesitation would give a gap for the terracotta soldier that was his mother to capitalize upon, her steps swift for her material composition as blade sliced through flesh, her blade becoming embedded in Noboru's side. Pain filled his senses, an anguished cry filling the air as he scarcely managed to stop the blade by gripping it hard with his wooden hand. Looking right into his mother's face, Noboru's fears only started to grow more and more.

"Get a grip! You're not gonna turn to stone while I'm with you. Now kick her down a peg and we'll get the heck out of here." Herne shouted, forced to move Noboru to keep him from faltering more, his body becoming relieved of the stony sword as he stepped back, his chain coiled tightly around the blade as he wrestled for possession of it with his mother. Clutching his side with his free hand, Noboru started to feel woozy, the experience of having his evisceration virginity taken from him leading only pain, nausea and confusion as he continued to play tug of war. Shakily, he looked at his mother with tears in his eyes welling up and spilling over. In a shaky voice that didn'tt carry any of the courage he had before, he said: "Mom, please...stop...I don't...I don't want to..." in a desperate unheard plea.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

A smile tore at Caster's lips as she recieved the approval of the good Father, bowing politely before turning to answer to the Archer Master's request. That same warm smile remained, as she said: "I would be happy to see what a Modern Mage thinks of such archaic magic; I can't promise that you'll come away from it with some epiphany, but I'd love to speak when I return. Master, I'll be off," her last sentence directed to Joachim before Caster picked up the crinolette that composed the inside of her skirt to keep the skirt from trailing as she ran out, heading off to the outskirts of the Church's vicinity. Joachim looked at his command seals as she left, knowing that if anything came up somehow, he could simply order her to return.

For now, Joachim was left alone to mingle amongst the other masters as his servant did her thing. He had at least some faith in the moral compasses of his fellow Red faction members. Berserker seemed...odd, but well-meaning, given that she seemed to be disinfecting things to keep them from being sick. The underground labyrinth was something to consider; Perhaps Caster could make use of it for something. He didn't really know all that much about her magecraft, save for the name and general description available from his studies. For now, he would deposit his and Caster's luggage, flopping down on his bed for a moment to look up at the ceiling. This was all so...fast. It was weird. Yet...undeniably kind of exciting in its own way. A war for a wish...even if there was risk of death, anybody would be willing to risk anything for that, right? Taking a moment to sort out his things, he left Caster's stuff on the bed for her to decide what to do with, before heading out of the room. He had some people to get to know.

Aksha would be busy with Caster once she returned, and as such he figured that he would try and speak to Rider's master while his servant was away with Archer. Approaching the rather plain looking Deiter from behind, Joachim made sure his footsteps could be heard. "Say, what do you think about the Greys? Like...why do you think they stole the grail?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation casual. "Just doesn't make sense for them to go through so much trouble to anger both the Church and the Association for one wish, even if it is the Root."

@King Cosmos

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Caster hastily made her way around the perimeter of the church, her mage craft being channeled through glyphs laid beneath the snow and dirt, carved out with the use of bones etching from below. Yes; Bones. Rather than take the time to establish a barrier against a faction prone to being on the defensive, Caster was instead laying a rudimentary alarm alongside a relatively normal bounded field with the intent to hide the presence of the servants and masters held within. The bones of the long since fallen stirred beneath her as the ritual successfully concluded, establishing her promised defense as well as the guard dogs of the Black faction. Should any trespass upon the barrier, Caster could have her undead begin to dig beneath the perpetrators before ambushing them, thankfully having no short supply of corpses beneath the soil. Poland was the site of over a million deaths in World War II alone, after all.

The twitching of an animal caught Caster's eye as she concluded her ritual; A rat that had died out in the cold, starved and alone twitched to life once more, without a thought in its mind save for obedience to her. A caring smile crossed her lips as she crouched down, scooping the rat up between cupped hands. "Poor little one...your life was so soon snatched away from you. But you were devoid of purpose to begin with; Prey foolish enough to die in the open, rather in the confines of a warm hole. But, here...worry not. All things have a purpose when my work begins." she whispered into its unhearing ears, the being receiving its orders and scampering through the snow to carry it out;

Run deep into the woods, and attempt to escape. Whether it made it out or not mattered little to caster, she simply needed a way to gauge the enemy's defenses, and figured a small rodent would serve better than a familiar here. With her work concluded however, Caster wiped her hands clean in the snow, before heading back in spirit form.

It would take her little time to meet with Aksha, wherever he might be. Materializing in whatever room he was finding himself in, she would make herself at home in a seat, smiling at him. "So, what would you like to know, Master of Archer?"

@Reflection

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Expect a post from me tomorrow sometime. Got a research paper and a midterm that got pushed back because of North California being on fire all last week.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Post is up! Hope that gives everyone plenty to work with for interactions.

Really sorry if Mushi being injured prior to this doesn't work for you Gecko, I can change it if need be, it just felt more organic to have her in the mushroom hospital at the moment.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Guess, Awesomoman, flood, and Skyrte

Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Awesomoman64,@Guess Who
As the duo readied to fight the ensuing horde of goblins, the sound of cannonfire and the familiar smell of gunpowder permeated the air as the green skinned beastmen beat a hasty retreat. Thankfully with their efforts, the twosome had prevented any casualties among those still out cold or injured within the ship itself. With the area safe for now, they could go about business as they pleased. Perkeo was still passed out from the pain of six billion potential descendants dying out, but would likely be fine with a few hour's rest. However, the engine was still smoking and smoldering, and soon they would have a fire on their hands if they didn't work to put it out. Abandoning the ship was certainly one option, and evacuating everyone before the ship went up was definitely possible if they worked together. Above deck, they could also investigate what had happened, as whoever had fired the cannon shell clearly hadn't been a goblin either.

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@Skyrte,@floodtalon
Corday was caught off guard as she heard the strange Dhirom call out that she was here, as well as the hobgoblin as his limbs were shot with pressurized water. He scarcely had time to scream before his body was torn asunder by the shells launched by Arno's vessel, his remains splattering against the ground and the wall as the shells even tracked some of their own shrapnel and his bones to the wall of the transport ship's cockpit, destroying it as if it were made of paper. The shell that had missed and penetrated the cabin of the transport vessel sailed on and detonated overhead of another goblin mounted upon a wolf, killing him instantly and sending a startling message to all the other goblins gathered. A war horn sounded a retreat, as the sound of wolves and monstrous cries filled the air, leaving the air ship alone.

With that out of the way, Corday slumped onto her rear and gasped in pain, clutching her side. She'd definitely at least cracked a rib...and she could feel a trickle of blood beneath her red jacket, the only thing concealing her injury. A momentary respite was available now that the hobgoblin and his cronies were dealt with and at the sound of the cannon shells the riders had fled, thinking that the ship still had functioning weapons to assault them with. She winced as she finally felt the adrenaline dissipate, leaving her with nothing but pain and the urge to scream. Looking up at the new arrival, Corday managed a faint smile. "Thanks Arno. You and Miss Hero here saved me.H-Hey there...know any doctors? Could use one right about now...mage or medicine is just fi-" she managed before a coughing fit overtook her, her body wracked with pain and shuddering as she slumped over, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to stop the coughs that only made the pain worse. She was certainly in bad shape. Even a hobgoblin with a good swing could do some serious damage, and he'd nailed her right in the stomach and ribs.

Zendrith no doubt had heard of the tales in town of the girl living in the forest that offered her medical services to anyone, money or not, and that she dwelled in the outskirts of the woods bordering the village, a decent ways away from the ship. It wasn't close, but neither was anywhere else on this overgrown island. It was better than nothing, at least, plus it wouldn't cost her anything to just drop Corday off there. Of course, the smell of smoke and fire also meant that what was supposed to be her "reward" was quickly going up in flames, literally. Starting at the most valuable part of the ship: The engine.

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Ammo, Enk, 42nd Gecko

Road to Recovery

@Enkryption,@Ammokkx
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"Oh no! Mucu, someone's collapsed!" Amanita said as she crouched over an older Erune boy with silver hair, who was sprawled out on the road next to a pile of vomit. It stank like crazy, and he was clearly showing signs of overexertion. Before he could even protest, Cyll would find himself being hoisted up onto the shoulder of a large, burly and yet somehow very spongy and soft mushroom man. He hadn't the strength to protest or wriggle away, and as such Amanita would help both him, and Marshall. She seemed incredibly kindhearted, if not more than a tad naive as she picked up this total stranger to take care of, without even heeding protests or lack of permission.

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@The 42nd Gecko,@Enkryption,@Ammokkx
Within Amanita's little abode were several beds where a living room traditionally would be, the whole building looking relatively squalid with several floorboards molded away and chipped, small mushrooms having grown in within the dark corners of the room. A draft blew in through the corner of the door that had worn away and splintered off, but other than the lack of maintenance it was a quaint little place. The beds that Cyll and Marhsall would be forced to lie on were a bit stiff, but the sheets were well-maintained and smelled like freshly dried laundry, the brown sheets bearing some small darker stains, but they had clearly been scrubbed with all the might such a small girl could muster. They would notice on the way in that there was a second floor, but that was mostly cut off by the staircase that was broken down near the middle, leaving whatever was up there a mystery needing agility to discover.

On another bed within the room was a Draph girl that appeared younger than Cyll, bearing silver hair that did nothing to hide her horns that was buried under her sheets, her massive blade resting against the wall beside her. "This is Mushi. She's been here a while after a run-in with a bunch of bandits. She was really cool and beat them all super quick, too!" Amanita introduced, letting them at least get an idea of why she was there. Thankfully, Mushi had already been there for a few days and had thus recovered almost completely from her wounds, almost being ready to venture out once again in search of more opponents to perfect her swordsmanship. What wounds she had sustained were from the bandits with guns having struck while her back was turned, before they were thoroughly trounced too. Amanita had come across her a few days prior, and nursed her back to health with her herbal remedies and potions.

Getting Marshall settled down, she got some water for Cyll and a proper place for Rumaya's unconscious body, returning and saying to Marshall: "There's a bath in the back of the house, third door on the right down that hall. Might wanna wash off the bug guts. I'll look after Ruma, so relax, okay?" the young girl said, moving back to tending to her patients with the hustle of an experienced nurse and doctor, while Mucu looked at Marshall, walking in the direction that Amanita had described to him, intending to guide the immortal man to his place of bathing. Judging by the tension visible on his back, Marshall could tell that Mucu was still wary about him, not exactly willing to trust him fully, especially after that nightmarish display of insect based vampirism. Still, when he looked back at Marhsall, there was a certain sadness to his eyes that was unmistakable. ...Something was on the mute myconid's mind, but Marshall might not manage to pick it apart, or even care to at the moment.

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Suku

Crossing Fate: Krumatzi

@Suku

As an airship pulled into the busy dock of Krumatzi, a pink haired woman bearing the armor and clothing of a foreign frozen nation stepped off of the vessel she had rode upon, the first stop in what would become a lengthy adventure as she pursued the one who overshadowed her in life. Her first steps upon the cobbled stone streets would be her first outside of her home and a ship bound for parts unknown. The warmth and humidity of the area was no doubt in stark contrast to the dry and cold mountains she hailed from, but thankfully she was dressed as best she could be for the weather. Her investigation had lead her to learn that her sister had passed through this very island, before hitching a ride to another port on an airship. The details were sketchy, but if any were to know it would be the owner of this island's branch of the Tyragrande Airship Commissions Office. No ship could leave or arrive legally without an inspection of almost every passenger and their belongings, so there was bound to be some information about her sister.

On the way to meet with said owner, a rather rough looking, yet scrawny man with a thin hazel beard and hair obscured by a bandanna tied over his head would bump into Hilde, before bolting off in a hurry just as she would feel her pocket become lighter. In a flash however the thief was on the ground, writhing in pain as a small being in jet black armor smacked him right in the ankle with the flat of his (for his size) large blade, the harvin kicked the man in his stomach and forced him to roll over, before grabbing the sack of Rupees that had belonged to Hilde and offering it to her. "...Here. Its your's, isn't it?" he questioned, violet eyes meeting her's as he waited for her to accept, seeming a bit impatient as he bounced up and down on his heels, trying to push the sack into her hands as soon as possible. "Hanging onto money so blatantly brings trouble, ma'am." he would say, his great(for him)sword pointed into the ground and resting between two bricks of cobbled stone.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Okay, expect a post from me tomorrow guys. Really sorry about the long ass wait and the constant apologies.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Apologies for the wait.

...Also man, now I kinda wanna change Caster's text away from bubblegum pink, but I dunno what'd fit her, since purple is taken.