The Irish Tree

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Meant to post last night, but I'll do so today. Sorry, been enjoying freedom from college.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

@Enkryption
Noboru's brain was so focused on the pain of the wound inflicted by his possessed mother, he didn't hear his heroic spirit warn him of the incoming surge of magical energy, nor did he feel the heat rise compared to the burning pain piercing through his chest. All his sorrows and grief at the moment were momentarily distracted however, as a pair of lips met his, a sensation other than pain filling him. He'd been kissed before, thankfully, but there was something both enticing, and horrifying about that kiss; As if the girl he'd been trying to save wasn't really looking at him, but rather at some delusion she had cooked up to ignore her own pain. Looking at her as she stood, Noboru saw the spear running through her abdomen.

Parts of him desired nothing more than to run away, while others wanted to fight at the girl's side, to try and save everyone, but it seemed flight was on her mind as well as his wooden arm was taken by her hand, clawed fingers digging into the bark as she seized him, yanking him from the ground as if he was nothing more difficult to move than an empty can, trudging along, only able to keep pace due to Herne's Agility. His mind felt like it was going blank, with a dull, heavy pounding echoing against the inside of his skull...or rather, echoing throughout the school. "--oru! Noboru! Wake up moron, he's taking control of the forest!" Herne called out into his mind, or rather, Noboru finally started paying attention again. He felt a strong compulsion to punch himself in the face, but that was likely more Herne TRYING to, rather than a genuine desire for self punishment.

Flashes of pain that weren't his own crossed Noboru's mind as the corruption of Terracotta continued to overtake his bounded field, before, under instruction for Herne, the boy released it remotely. In an instant, the wood of the forest dissolved, but alarmingly all the Terracotta shells remained in place, remained animated, and now raged without a core to keep them composed, hollowed out shells of their former wooden nature. Thankfully, Noboru wouldn't pass out from using Merry Duke of Windsor for too long, but right now he needed to continue trying to evacuate people, since Ms. Treasurer was fine. Stopping, Noboru's hand slipped out just enough for him to brake. Looking to Maggie, he said: "There are still a lot of people trapped in this mess...I gotta help them, but you should get somewhere safe," before he began running, inches from Maggie as he passed by her. Somehow, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as her eyes met his back, as if a predator were curiously observing the strugglings of its freshly caught prey.

"That Berserker is bad news...if she starts trying to fight you, run."

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

@Enkryption
FF5353
A smile crossed Magnus' lips as the holstaur woman spoke. Well, at least now Magnus could be confident that this was indeed Jeb's horse; He supposed that today must have been his lucky day, though at the answer to his question about his armored companion, Magnus felt...guilty. He'd just let her storm off, without stopping her, or even trying to. He would first respond to the holstaur before he went to go looking for her, saying: "I'm Magnus Eissenheoff, and I work for the guild to the east of here. Its um...Just called "The Guild." Kind of confusing, but its the only one of them around that area. Thank you so much for your help Miss...um...what is your name, if you don't mind me asking-" he said before someone familiar to the Holstaur called out to her.

Looking at the armored figure, Magnus could only conclude that it was his yet-unnamed-to-him-partner, donning a new set of armor...was she a Hellhound? The armor certainly made her appear as such, but...she seemed so reserved, usually. He'd known the hellhounds that roamed his home labyrinth to be incredibly impulsive, loud, and a lot more "on-fire" usually, but the armored lady before him seemed like she was just...filling out the shape of a hellhound, rather than being one. At the mention off her fighting the man called Nero, Magnus approached his partner, patting her on the shoulder. "Was wondering where you got to! Hehe...w-was a little worried that you were leaving the guild. A lot of people seem to do that...w-when they come on jobs with me." he said glumly, looking down. "W-Well, anyways, we can head on home since the horse was found, thanks to Jesse. Let's head home, um..."

God that pause was awkward. Awkward beyond measure as Magnus froze up, nervously sweating. "U-Um...what was your name again?"

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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A9A9A9
Nephele drank her ale quickly before departing with Felipe and his compatriots, appreciating the pro-activeness of his plan.

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Her fingers were netted as she rode in the wagon, periodically looking over at the Joyous that was across from her. He was...grotesque, obviously, but also unnervingly calm, and seemed to possess an almost childlike curiosity towards her. What were these creatures? Were they men made into twisted forms, or were they grown like this, as twisted, ugly things forced to the whims of their masters? She would have to question Felipe after this was over, and, given the terrain, she felt that her natural ability to climb rocks and cling to walls wouldn't come to be of use. She knew the power the Joyous possessed, so if push came to shove, she could lead Varjans to him to be dispatched. She didn't like the idea of it, but for all she knew this Joyous was far more...pleasant than its brother that she had slain.

Standing on the pass, Nephele stepped forward, before looking back at Felipe. "My plan was to use a fog bank to sneak in close, then to strike at them from behind. I can perhaps thin out a quarter of them in the confusion, but after that I fear for your men. Your gear is all similar to their's so...I do not want to strike without thinking. As for what else I can breath, my breath can send men into paralytic fits, so long as they are weak enough. I could strike them with a cloud of it, but...that too would make approach difficult. What do you suggest?" The dragoness looked down at her claws, the black hardened matter glinting slightly in the light of the sun, sharp as any sword. She didn't need a weapon to find points to strike at in their armor, and seemed to have no qualms with slaying Varjans. What would prove more difficult would be making sure that Felipe's men didn't get hurt by mistake.

"...Perhaps, I could be a decoy?"

[Liberation, at Any Price]

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

My finals are this monday, so expect my post a bit after that. Sorry for all the delays.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@Reflection

While the machinery abundant in the observatory did interest Caster, she knew very well that this was far outside her area of expertise. This place was certainly impressive for a place devoid of the usual baubbles of a Magus' workshop, and Caster was glad that the pillows prepared for sitting were comfortable. If it weren't obvious already, it was clear that Aksha was middle eastern in culture, a fact compounded by, in an ironic twist, the master revealing his True Name. Of course, Caster was curious as to how someone from centuries past managed to extend his lifespan well beyond what was normally possible, even with eastern magecraft, but for now that was of little importance. He differentiated himself from the version of him that had become a heroic spirit, meaning that rather than a form of reincarnation, it seemed he had found a way to either duplicate his body, or duplicate his mind. Curious.

His collection of texts had her attention for a moment, but his proposal was far more intriguing to her. Her thin fingers gently traced across the text present in his journal, curiously flipping through a few pages with the utmost care taken to keep from damaging this priceless tome. "I see..." Caster murmured as she read through his stagnated research. Closing the book, she handed it back before a smile began to tear at her lips. "I see no reason why I shouldn't teach you. Hoarding my secrets to myself will do little good, given that my time on this earth passed long ago," she would say as she took a seat upon one of Aksha's many fine cushions, adjusting herself to sit with her knees bent beneath her.

"However, do be advised Aksha; I cannot guarantee that the answer you seek lies within my magecraft. From the Age of the Gods it may be, but that doesn't mean that modern Magi haven't improved upon some of the basics. For example, my necromancy is likely far slower than the average magus', but it can be said to be more potent in effect. My rituals are specific and lengthy, but I've in my time shrouded armies in the night and resurrected armies at a moment's notice. Flesh is a wonderful catalyst..." Caster said, tracing the lines of her palm with her index finger. "The secrets of life and death are only my favored part of my magic, however. I can teach you how the world bends to my whims, and the arts that lie within. But, Aksha, I must know: What do you propose in exchange?"

Humming for a moment, Caster put a finger to her chin. "I've no qualms teaching, but it is only natural for compensation to be provided. Of course, it needn't be something overly valuable to you. Things of monetary value are worthless to us Servants, for the most part."

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@vancexentan

Joachim gulped as Anderson detailed the...oddities of Berserker's madness. It seemed she had some obsession with health...was she perhaps some kind of doctor in life? Maybe she and Joachim could talk, then, but for now he'd rather not risk wandering into a mad doctor's office by himself. Leon's suggestion however had Joachim speak up, briefly stating: "I can see what Caster can make for our defenses. She's talking to Aksha still, but I'll ask her tonight." as he dug through his pockets, pulling out a small bronze pocket watch to check the time, before placing it back into his coat pocket. Tacky as it was, it was handy to have a watch on hand since his dad was one of those obstinate mages that didn't believe in cell phones. Still, he thought it made him look a bit sophisticated, and it let him know that Caster had been gone for roughly an hour.

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Off within the forest the Greys occupied scurried the little rat recently resurrected on Caster's whim, its fleet footedness bolstered by the lack of stamina required to run its body. The faintest passing of Od through it was rebounded again and again, galvanizing the muscles to move according to Caster's will. She would feel when the rat would die, and as such was using it in a suicide run to determine at what depth into the forests the defenses began. Injury would also alert her, and as the corpse-walking rat stalked through the dead of night into the forest, it sought its second death relentlessly and quietly.

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

@Enkryption
FF5353

To say that Magnus' face was one of shock wouldn't do justice to the impressive all-time record he set for how low his jaw could hang as the holstaur described that the horse was the "lover" that Jeb had spoken of. Did...did that mean he kissed his horse? Was he going to have kids with it? He could certainly see someone taking great pride in that horse though, given that it was exceptionally well groomed and fit. It could very clearly be a racing horse of some kind, or just a stallion intended for breeding with other horses...but still, THE HORSE!?

"E-Err...well, um...I-If you're sure that this is his "lover", then...I suppose it'd be best for me to go get him from his farm. I'm a bit too big to ride a horse to begin with. Thank you though, ma'am! I-I'm sure he'll be happy to have Sally returned to him. Do you mind keeping her here a while longer? I'd just be a few hours," the minotaur said, saying something that sounded relatively impossible, given the distance from here to Ambran on foot. But, he seemed physically fit, and could probably be back at Boreal before nightfall at the latest, though how he'd get Jeb there at the same time was a mystery. Taking note that his partner had been gone for a while, Magnus timidly asked: "T-That um...Salamander...s-she wouldn't...hurt anybody too bad, right?"

He'd feel awful if a new adventurer got themselves hurt...or worse under his watch. Now he was starting to worry.

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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A9A9A9

For Nephele, the request at hand was one that made sense, and hearkened to her own heritage, given that her mother sought to shelter the town she would grow to protect within the fog. A soft sigh escaped Nephele's lips before she nodded, smiling slightly at Felipe as he gave his rallying speech to the relatively filled bar, with his men all around. Her expression softened ever so slightly as she grabbed the mug of ale in her claws, raising her mug to clank against his.

"I'm with you." Nephele said, before CHUGGING her ale, and then forcefully slamming it back down on the table, just enough to make the table rattle, but not going all out to break it. Even as a weaker dragon, any monstergirl probably had enough strength to smash a table apart if they really meant to. Wiping the foam from around her lips, Nephele relaxed a smidge. "So, what is your plan, then? If need be I can have this entire town covered in fog within an hour. she would say as she traced the rim of her mug with her left index claw.

"And, how broken do you want the Varjans to be?"

[Liberation, at Any Price]

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.