TheWendil

Neo Sorairo

Not a specific one, no. It all depends on how strong the entrapped enemy is and/or how much psychic energy Raphel has left to spare. I did consider the possibility that boss enemies would only get slowed down as opposed to outright stopped, and not even for long either.

@AdmrlStalfos19

I suppose this is fine then. Accepted by me.

As for the nationality, I can swap it over to Ethiopian if you guys really want me to. I just didn't think it'd be a big deal if I left it.

@AdmrlStalfos19

Up to @KoL.

Neo Sorairo

@AdmrlStalfos19

Does Psionic Lockdown have a time limit?

Jigokuraku Academy

Hm. I think I've decided that I'll be dropping out of this. My interest has waned so until next time.

Neo Sorairo

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“Oh. Oh yeah! Right, right, you’re fucking right. You’re one of those other teams,” was R.R.’s reply. She nodded along as Akari began introducing each girl one by one. When she finished off with herself, pointing to indicate who she was, R.R. grinned wider with teeth shown off. She shuffled in place, as if wagging an invisible tail. “Right, right. I’ve seen you around sometimes. Don’t much talk to you but you must be the other teams for those…sensor things. That’s fucking great!”

Then Lucia spoke up and R.R. turned to her. She held the other Striker’s gaze curiously for a second more before answering. “Ehh…uh, well…I kind of chased off the first fucking Invader I saw and…got separated?” R.R. scratched at her hair sheepishly from the meek response. It had been a rookie mistake, one no doubt the higher ups would complain about, let alone Riyame. Especially Riyame. “I’m pretty sure Riyame’s looking for me but I don’t wanna be yelled at. So, I can just fucking stick around with you guys! That way I’m not slacking!”

R.R. glanced at Akari for confirmation if that was alright, only to hesitantly look between Lucia and Kuni. Come to think of it, she didn’t know who the leader of Team Novae even was and who to address here. But it hardly mattered since, in her mind, she had already been accepted for her offer. “I can even show you the closest sensor too! I think I spotted it on my way here. But just to be sure, we should follow your Linker. Er, which one of you’s that again?”

As she said this, the distant sound of gunshots rang out in the forest. A flock of birds that had been nestling in the trees up high scattered and squawked as the sound of bullets disturbed their rest. Only another Gunner could give off such a loud opening call and R.R. wondered if it was her teammate or another team. Regardless, it wasn’t her battle to leap into anymore.

Despite the sudden appearance of R.R. and combat, Team Novae weren’t that much far off from their designated target. A bit sidetracked of course, but it would take the team no less than a few minutes made up quickly. If they chose to move along, the sensor would appear in view in no time. If there were Invaders about, they had either moved on to other locations or had already been dealt with by Team Chaotix.

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I Might As Well Make One of These

Shirley

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Appearance

• Name: "Bloody" Shirley
• Age: 22
• Class: Mercenary
• Level: 01

• Equipment:

-Bloody Mary: Ability to double-attack +3
-Vulnary (x2)
-Iron Sword.

• Personal Skill:

-Fierce Rival: When Shirley is the support unit, if the lead unit triggers a critical hit, she will also perform a critical hit if her attack connects.

• Skills:

-Good Fortune: Chance of recovering 20% HP at the start of the user’s Turn.

• Story: Hailing from nation of Dricia, Shirley’s life has always been on the run in some kind of manner. Due to the stringent conditions of Dricia’s marshlands, her family, like most inhabitants, were nomads. Wherever the food source moved to, Shirley wasn’t too far behind. It was this lifestyle and upbringing that no doubt influenced her eventual path towards a Mercenary. Traveling was in her blood, having been part of a family line that, for generations, was always moving from one place to another.

It was to no one’s surprise then that Shirley would eventually stake out on her own, leaving her family in Dricia to pursue other goals. Her early years as a Mercenary saw to it great success on her part, though sometimes her methods were…questionable at best. For a few jobs here and there, she’d have a perfect record. But there were always those rare instances when she had gotten a little too carried away with her work. What followed was of course a cut to her overall payment and a red mess that someone needed to clean up.

This pattern would continue over the course of her time before joining the Red Branch Company. The problem lay in the fact Shirley enjoyed her job as a sell sword too much, and when she did act out on violent tendencies, it meant reduced pay for everyone involved. And of course, the corpse left behind. This string of seemingly random and vicious behavior eventually earned her the nickname, “Bloody Shirley”.

In all honesty, that was probably why she was scouted out by the Empire of Nuniel, brought in to become a member of the Red Branch Company. Not that Shirley minded. After all, money was money, and to a Mercenary the coin talked louder than the politics. Especially if there were people to maim, bodies to hack, and life to be spilled for Bloody Shirley.

Stained Recollections

A heavy sigh was what escaped reddened lips. It was sometimes….frustrating-yes, very frustrating-to receive the slashed payments for her work. She had no one else to blame but herself in all honesty, but to know it and receive it were two different things. And taking the less-paid route was detrimental to a Mercenary. Did she regret it? Mayhaps. Did she regret it an hour ago?

…no. No she didn’t. Just bringing her mind back to those fleeting moments of euphoric bliss were enough to wash down the bitter bile of disappointment. Mercenaries weren’t bounty hunters by all means, but they were sell swords all the same. And if the client wanted someone dead, well, that was just an open door of opportunity for her. Less expensive than any Assassin, she readily abused her role as the Mercenary if it meant being let loose on a rare opportunity like this.

Yes, she could still play out the scene quite vividly in her head. The scent of rotted wood was sharp and acidic but soon it had been blanketed by a thick musk. The musk was warm, pervading of the senses, but homely all the same. It had a slight metallic tinge to it, so present one could almost taste it on their lips if they licked the air. It might have stenched to others, but to her, to the red-rimmed Mercenary, a freshly hacked corpse brought with it a pause of familiarity.

Whatever had quickened her pulse, whatever had made her ears ring in roaring blood, gone were they when the bodies dropped to the ground. The large thuds were enough of a break from her mental enjoyments and the reality of what she had done would hit her like a train. Above all else, was the rising annoyance she would be paid less for mangling the target so much.

But at the end of the day, she’d have pleasant dreams to sleep to, happy, vivid memories of the dark to play with in her slumber. Whatever the Red Branch Company wanted from her, she would gladly give if it meant carrying out more tasks like this. Although it would be a while before Bloody Shirley emerged once again, there was no doubting that she would come back to haunt bodies and pockets of splurged coin.

RPs Featured In: Fire Emblem: Conflict

Neo Sorairo

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Although Subaru’s words probably meant well, they did nothing in accordance to warn the other teams. Or perhaps she had enough confidence in her fellow peers to handle whatever they came across? Whatever the case was, the two low-level signatures she had described to Mavis were very real, though whether they were a threat was debatable. As the shield-bearing Psycher arrived to her location, the Invaders Subaru had detected continued to conceal themselves.

Hunched over like animals, they paid no heed to the arriving students-assuming Mila had joined her partner-and instead continued to traverse in the thick foliage of the area. However, that didn’t mean they would ignore the presence of the Psychers. They watched, beadily from their positions, keeping alien eyes on them in case they were discovered, and action needed to be taken. Back at the Osprey, those of similar kind were also in wake.

Away from student eyes, more and more of the scouter-like Invaders were just beyond the line of sight. Like those watching Mavis, they didn’t engage the students bustling about the makeshift command center. Some of the Invaders kept low to the ground, silver heads poised as if to emulate the common Japanese wolf in search of…something. And still, others kept a close watch of the students who had yet to move away from the command center. So far, neither was a threat to the other.

Even so, the few Linkers among the teams of students would no doubt be able to pick up their signatures. Whether they would warn their allies and commit to a plan of action dealing with them was soon to be revealed. But for the time being, the Invaders made no move to reveal themselves, be it intentional or cautionary. Instead, all they did was remain in the shadows of the overgrowth, the calls of birds a sign of the sprawling and untamed nature.

One Psycher team had even begun the task appointed to them without intervention. Consisting of Lucia, Kuni, and Akari, these three were already heading to one of the sensors, battery charge at hand. The hidden Invaders did move their heads as those three wandered off though they did not pursue. The more teams that left the safety of the Osprey after all meant the less likely of a counterattack with the last pickings would be dealt with.

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Neo Sorairo

@Melkor

Accepted. Place him into the Character Tab. At the moment you have no team.

@SimpleWriter

Your new Drive is fine by me.

Neo Sorairo

@Mangrale

We still have plenty of Gunner and Linker positions to be filled out. But if you're not interested in those, that's fine too. Until next time then.

Neo Sorairo

So long as the GMs don't mind, I'm fine with saying that it was deemed inhospitable. Perhaps some fallout from the war keeping the area off limits.

@Melkor

Fine by me. It's probably a nest for the invaders or some such. A future arc to reclaim his throne; not that it means much for Japan.

Neo Sorairo

"Seventh Eye: When activated, Alistair's eyes process information at a greatly increased rate. This makes everything around him seem much slower, allowing for him to fight more effectively with seemingly inhuman reaction time."

@Melkor

This can work. And seeing as he's British, he become a sword-using Sherlock Holmes.

EDIT: Also, I forgot to address your other points; I was making the assumption that some major cities were decimated during the Second Genesis - I just thought I'd say that London was one of them. Also, I figured that since Tokyo is, to my understanding, overrun - why not make London in a similar way. Also, yes, he grew up in Japan.

@Melkor

The problem with this is Second Genesis happened decades ago, meaning London would have been rebuilt by the current time. So unless it was overrun many times over, it wouldn't work. But if London was overrun over time or just deemed inhospitable, then sure this works.