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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Roadside —

Indrau followed the paladin over to the wounded bandit. An outburst like that was out of character and he was expecting trouble. At least she hadn't gone after the Cal girl. The time after he had joined the knights had been dark and uncertain.

Thought shorter than the paladin, he interposed himself between Tyeathe and the bandit. Maybe it was his morals or perhaps his gallantry. Either way he felt the need to put himself between them. Indrau hooked her elbow with the crook of his cane and grabbed the red scarf around her neck, glaring with his one good eye.

"No. Not like this. You're angry and not thinking right. These people were careful enough to slaughter everyone at the fort, there's no way they would be so lax as to reveal their identity to these people. We need to find out where they were meeting."

He pointed with his cane back at Veileena.

"And take her with us."

Q - FLUX

— Wirefort Manor —

He left the rooftop manor for one in a very different locale. This revelation that the nightmare was being weaponized was quite troubling. He'd been known for selling things for most of the gangs, the Himuras included. It only made sense for him to make his way there with some haste.

Blitz came down in a much more restrained manner than he had for the initial meeting, hands raised up as he stepped lightly down onto the street in front of the guards. He could have planted himself right in front of the front door if it wasn't likely that they'd have mined it with several dozen pounds of military grade explosives. Unwelcome guests would be dealt with harshly and Blitz wanted very badly to not be included in that group.

"Hey, it's me. Blitz. I know it's been a while."

He opened his visor and looked at the brandished weapons. Large goons in foreboding overcoats were nice and all, but pistols and submachine guns weren't really all that intimidating.

"Really guys, who sold you that stuff? Get some full caliber assault rifles here, big coats like that should hide them well enough. I think I have a grenade launcher too."

His voice turned hard and businesslike in an instant.

"I'm not here for that though. Any chance I can speak to the boss?"

I Was Summoned to A God's Office and his Secretary Transported Me to Another World?! (Accepting!)

— Tavern —

"You've got that right. I just got into town and decided to look for some work."

She swirled her drink around for a moment and took a sip before continuing.

"And I hear that you're having trouble finding reliable help. I think that myself and a few of my friends could help you out with that."

Edged Horizon

@TheFake@SilverDawn I wouldn't mind hanging out already though I'd also like the idea of "just meeting" Natala and try myself on Liza's heart going doki doki and engaging yandere mode aka writing with her.

@Skyswimsky

Either would be cool with me.

I Was Summoned to A God's Office and his Secretary Transported Me to Another World?! (Accepting!)

So how aware of their abilities would everyone be? Some are obviously spellcasters but what about the others? Or do they have to pick up their guild cards to find out?

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

— Festival —

"Oh, that much should be perfect. Did you want to eat on the rooftops so we can keep an eye out for the missing girl?"

He looked up at the top of the building. It would be easy to climb up there, even carrying someone. Dojima, he was sure, would be able to make it up there on his own. His presence also solved another problem. He couldn't exactly climb with his hands full.

"Hey Dojima, could you hold these too while I climb up?"

Edged Horizon

Natala Chained ⛓

• Name: Natala Chained
• Age: 21
• Gender: Female
• Race: Possessed Human
• Nation: Iliserev
• Appearance:
  
  She has a face that looks slightly younger than her age which is surprising given the hardships of her past. The top of her right ear has been clipped off to mark her as a slave and the left side of her face has been tattooed with a pattern of crisscrossed chains to mark her as an escapee. Natala is shorter than average thanks to the meager amounts of food she was supplied with as a child.
• Personality: Quiet but arrogant and selfish. She had so little of her own in her past that anything that is now hers is guarded and precious. Natala feels uneasy in rooms with closed door and very much prefers that doors with locks remain open. Windowless rooms are the worst. The only thing that she is aggressive towards is the protection of herself and her freedom, something that she will easily kill for.
• Biography:
   Natala was born into slavery, with no father and never seeing her mother again after being sold off as a child. With no family and no name she had little hope. only a handful of years alter she was sold again to Erantus Morceba, a cruel, pot-bellied man fond of beating his slaves with his ring adorned fists. From here is where she attempted to escape the first time, at age 14. She lasted only a couple of days in the wilderness before being caught by Morceba's personal slave hunter.
   She was beaten into submission and then further into unconsciousness. She awoke tied down, the slave hunter looking down at her while Morceba looked on. They tattooed her face, one link every day for two weeks while denying her food. It was a punishment and also a message to any others that would try to escape. Natala was worthless now, and a worthless slave was one that could be beaten or killed.
   After that her life became worse, being punished for the smallest transgression or merely by her masters whim. for two years she endured. With no further to fall she tried to escape again, wiser and and more determined. It would be better to die than live like that.
   Maybe she wasn't wise enough to effect such an escape. After only three days she ran out of food, trekking through the Illiserev landscape in the dead of winter. Natala made it into the windswept mountain glaciers where following her would be difficult and any hope of finding her alive faded. For another two weeks she walked, sleeping in what shelter she could find. And then she found the thing.
   It was huge, barely human looking, and to all appearances it was dead. It wore ancient, heavy iron armour with the leather fittings long since rotted away to dust and even the metal flaking away after an untold amount of time. The being bent forward, as if fending off a series of blows and was impaled by numerous lances of metal, ice and stone.
   Despite all this the flesh was almost warm to the touch, as if it had been alive only hours ago. Blood pooled at the bases of the spikes, dripping even as she watched. And she was desperate. With a sharp stone she sliced into it, gorging herself on the flesh. Natala doesn't know how long she spent in the foreboding shadow of that thing. It was days, certainly. Eventually she felt strong enough to leave, taking all of the 'food' that she could carry and giving thanks to whatever it was that had saved her. For the first time she felt hope.
   It was a long time before Natala reached a city where she stole clothes that enabled the runaway slave to blend in. Regardless of the care she took Natala was eventually spotted by the slave hunter used by Morceba. To escape twice was death and this time he put his effort into killing her. His sword struck a blow that cut her arm to the bone. The pain was immense, as was the despair. Together they overwhelmed her and she blacked out.
   She came to deep in the miasma of Talze Utera with a bloodied blade and a feeling of worry, like she would feel for another person but directed towards herself. Over time she became more aware of these alien emotions and impulses. There was something else inside her that hadn't been there before. It was immensely ancient but filled with gratitude towards her.
   Natala wanders the countryside of Illiserev, stealing what she needs and delving often into Talze Utera, where she feels most comfortable. In the years since her final escape the tattoo on her face has grown, a single link at a time.
• Abilities:
  Mundane:
  • Sword skill: Natala is modestly proficient with a blade, enough to defend herself and be more than a match for any random thug.
  • Master of mimicry: She can pick up things easily through observation, learning even advanced skills by watching them a couple of times. Because this is mere mimicry she might not understand the underlying theory behind things.
  
  Magical:
  • Wind Form: In dire circumstances she becomes the wind, untouchable. This is draining and consumes an amount of stamina. It is the act of changing that consumes stamina though she can only rest in her physical form. Her body can currently sustain a half dozen transformations in a day. It can be prevented by her being restrained by a foreign object, something she doesn't consider her own.
  • Cutting Wind: When she is in the direst of circumstances and has given up all hope the Thing takes over. Natala becomes a paragon of rage and aggression, shifting rapidly between being solid and ethereal. The skill she shows with a blade in this state is not her own. This lasts until the threat is dealt with or she is restrained.
• Important Items: Natala owns little but the clothes on her back and her sword, a Talentium blade that she keeps for no other reason than its durability. She is reluctant to own more as she is only just used to the idea that she owns herself.
• Notes on her Possessor: Whatever now shares her body with her once possessed command of the abilities she now has before it was restrained some thousands of years ago by an unknown force. It can only communicate through vague feelings and has no command of language. The first feeling that it sent was one of glee. It had traded an eternity locked to a hillside for the chance to live a humans short but infinitely more interesting life.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

— Magazine Shop, Market —

She calmed down a bit in the magazine shop, browsing through the latest issues. She'd given a couple interviews in the last month and she always made an effort to buy a copy of whatever they appeared in, both magical girl and literary publications. So maybe Shizuri had a bit of a narcissistic streak.

It really was a bad idea for her to have come out here. There really were too many people. But the nearest convenience store had been destroyed and this seemed like the next best choice.

She had picked up one issue that had published an interveiw and another that had a review of her last published book when another girl entered the store. Shizuri tucked the magazines under her arm and moved to the backside of the display where back issues were kept.

@ACHTUNG

Q - FLUX

— Cafe Thaza —

Earlier

Ian had woken up maybe a bit earlier than usual which was much earlier than most tended to wake. Even as a cleaner he still found other ways to keep busy, ways that were within his old line of work. This time though he was more subdued with his dealings, doing smaller and safer jobs that would escape the notice of law enforcement. Mostly.

Now he was eating his breakfast, or perhaps it was lunch. It wasn't much, just coffee and toast with marmalade. Ian never ate heavy before he expected action, though it was refreshing to know for sure that there was going to be action. Too many times in the past he had gone entire days with that uncertainty as to whether or not there was going to be a fight.

after draining the last of his coffee and putting his mug and plate on the counter he grabbed his helmet from the seat he had been sitting adjacent too and walked outside.

It was time to go to work.

— Eni-Novel Manor —

Blitz had come down from the sky like a thunderbolt, not as fast as he might have like but enough for a small sonic boom to announce his arrival. If only he hadn't been among the first to arrive. The flight was taken slow but was much faster than moving over the ground. It wouldn't have been good to shatter windows on his commute.

The display with the box was slightly unnerving but he took it in stride, as usual.

"Good call with the plastic. A friend of mine had a guy murdered on his couch once, had to throw it out... he's dead now too."

Blitz paused for a second to think things over. It didn't exactly seem like the way a nightmare might operate, more the work of some sick and twisted mage.

"So how do you know that it's a Nightmare then? Any witnesses?"

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

Well this bit sort of suggest that fairies would be able to sense the magic of a magical girl while they are untransformed since they were able to sense the potential of their own magical girl partner before said partner was a magical girl... Unless of course being turned into a magical girl seals away whatever energy a girl with potential is emitting thus making them unremarkable to whatever senses the fairies are using to detect them in the first place...

Essentially the problem I'm having is if I should consider the possibility that Marza would be able to sense the fact that for example Akane is the Magical Girl from the fight before as an interactive option...

@ACHTUNG

It does say potential so that's really all. there could be a hundred girls in that merketplace with the potential but there would be no way of knowing which ones are actually magical girls.