TheWendil

Tower of Fable

In a very short amount of time, various events happened, most all at once. One of the White Masks’ members departed for some reason or another. As Sherry left, her body was enamored in brief spades of light before dissipating entirely. No sooner was she gone that newcomer Clair arrived, budding and bright as ever. Cait made sure to give her “the usual” in rapid fashion with a swift slide of her tail, if only because she had other things to take care of; like dealing with a bug infestation problem that rose up in the last minute.

Cait was already armed with a butterfly net, eyeing up the miniaturized Rose with flitting eyes in case she decided to fly back to the bar area. Whether or not she realized it was in fact Rose or a fly on the wall was hard to say, least of all when the Dangeki was being lively for once in a hub of activity. Case in point, more and more new adventurers arrived at the gathering point, though one might not have called Elijah a newbie in any sort of regard. The scores of marks and battle wounds adorning her form was evident proof of that much.

Elijah’s words to her Serei Card went without response for obvious reasons. While others were blessed with sentient powerhouses, as with the case with Kanbaru and Henry right now, the Serei inhabiting Elijah’s card wasn’t so potent in such matters. Even so, it did glimmer briefly in Elijah’s space where she kept her cards. A single, nearly rotting bandage sprung up the card to smack at the pint-sized Rose sitting casually on the barbarian’s shoulder. Still, it was perhaps obvious to her and Elijah that these were a new group of adventurers.

Compared to Henry’s unspoken death threats, which now felt wholly concrete with Kanbaru summoning him, it was a slap on the wrist. For a moment, the Dangeki seemed to grow still as the two stared each other down, though it was doubtful Kanbaru was phased. The demon was allowed his monologuing before a sharp pain of his own clasped around his ear, Cait dragging him forward with a pointed glare. “Hey, no killing in my bar or I toss you out some random floor,” she warned in a serious demeanor, ignoring the fact she was gripping a Serei.

Mindful of her tone, Cait loosened her features and wagged a disapproving finger towards Henry. “And play nice. That’s your summoner there and you’re supposed to be a team! Just like those two,” she said like a scolding mother, directing her sights on Elijah and her stray bandage. Only then did Cait let go, backing away to go back to cheery bar tending duties.

As the commotion of the lower area only became livelier with people greeting and getting to know each other, the doors to the seldom used upper floor creaked open. Stepping out was a girl, yawning and stretching like she’d just finishd with a nap. She’d have questioned why there the place was suddenly crowded too but after seeing Cait’s display, she figured she’d just watch on observation lest she too say something to get herself tossed out…

“What is this supposed to be, happy hour?” she mumbled to herself, watching the crowd below.

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The Hunter's Club

Unless of course, I can retcon Isana into being that since the idea was exactly the same as the one I have up now + foxy bits when she doesn't have to worry about being seen by "normal humans".

@KoL

You're not retconning anything as far as Shuro is concerned.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Although Dragon Queen’s eyes were still narrowed, a pleased expression sprouted over her lips. The humans were clearly affected by her initial attack, scattered troops and debris sent flying by her powerful wings. While a good majority of them decided retreat was the more tactical approach, there were still few that dared to defy her. Even now, a great mechanical construct charged itself in clear colors of energy, a triple barrage of plasma aimed and fired at the Dragon Queen. The energy leaking out her own mouth was soon set loose and unleashed.

A brief spurt of hard, invisible pressure slammed from the focal point of two attacks colliding into each other. Dragon Queen’s fiery breath smashed right into the Juggernaut’s charged plasma attack. The result was a rapid influx that pushed away all combatants from either side and dark clouds of smoke scorched the air as a result of it. Dragon Queen snarled, batting away at the dark miasma with her claws, ready to set loose her rage on humanity once again.

But just before she could, the great GMG paused in her movements. Her narrowed eyes widened a fraction, and she felt Terrorkeat’s presence rapidly move further and further away from their location. Good. With wings that nearly engulfed the immediate sky, Dragon Queen raised herself over the toppled building that was her perch. Whatever desire there was to fight the humans now was gone and she brought herself up above the smoky plumes, ready to take to the skies.

She looked down and saw another human slowly approach her with clear disdain in his face. Huffing, Dragon Queen’s wings sent another miniature windstorm right at Amaro before those same wings slowly beat against the air. Rise and rise she did, the Dragon Queen mirroring her enemies and slowly starting to take escape back to the orbit from which she descended from.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

I'll be responding some time during this coming weekend.

Tower of Fable

“Welcome back everyone! I hope you had a fun adventure~” Cait’s enthusiasm filled the Dangeki Café’s atmosphere with a warm radiance; a sign her drunken stupor from before was passing. For those who just got done treading in murky fishmen water, it was probably a blessing, although the White Masks would find their clothes were dry once again anyway. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna put me out of business if you do that,” Cait teased to Caprice, noting the drink she summoned herself free of charge. “Or you could get a side gig working for me~”

She didn’t follow up on those words, not when Lin was flagging her down for a drink of her own. As she tended to the fist fighter, Caprice would find a subtle weight hanging in one of her pockets. Reaching in would reveal a doughnut whose blood red frosting somehow wasn’t smeared by being stuffed in her pocket. Where it came from was a mystery probably only known to her. In any case, Cait swiftly poured Lin a cup of her desired scotch, putting the bottle back on the shelf with her tail.

“Complete a floor and maybe I’ll let you have the whole bottle,” she said with a wink to Lin. “Oh! It’s a first to have you all in the same room together. Last time you were a bit hasty so allow me to introduce you, Black Pentacle.” Cait flagged down the spread-out members of the first guild towards the bar, though Emilia only shrugged and walked to the side towards one of the empty booths. Why she was even here was a question only Kanbaru could answer.

“I’d like to introduce you to the second team of the hour. The White Masks! They journeyed off a little after you lot did so play nice with them~” Cait noted Emilia’s position with a wave of her tail and a slight thumbs up. In no short amount of time, the Dollmaker set up shop where once was an empty booth and looked smug about it too. “Now, who’s ready to relax and buy some items? Oh, well, I suppose you kiddos would be interested in Serei Cards too. Head to the lovely lady to the left for all your needs~” the cat yawned, already wanting a nap.

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@Zelosse

Sure that’s fine. You haven’t posted for the IC yet so you won’t be holding people up for interaction.

High Ground Online

“Does she have to get so riled up all the time?” The answer was yes, because hot-blooded battle maniacs like Graphite lived to die on the killing floors. Kenji watched his Deputy give her rousing speech from a few feet, leaning back on the side of a building with arms crossed. He usually left the heavy lifting up to her and, given his Faction’s results, it seemed to be working. Everyone was properly pumped up and ready to face the undead horde, despite the ominous digital fog blanketing the city. Faint, blood red light markers in the distance would serve as indicators of where the play areas were, though all the public would usually see were a bunch of teens being overly dramatic.

“Speaking of dramatic, I guess it can’t be helped,” Kenji said with a sigh as the game began, logging in and adorning his avatar. In little time, the Red Leader, Scorch Spiriah stood in Kenji’s place, a small grin welcoming the shambling shapes in the foggy darkness that stumbled his way. As usual of his nature, he decided hanging back at base was the least amount of effort. Being the sole player still present, it was no surprise the zombie-like AI surrounded him and lunged out for blood. No sooner had they done so did their bodies crumble in digitized ashes and fragmented data, fired bullets plopping to the ground in melted messes.

There was, of course, a reason the others often left their leader in solidary action. “Come on HGO, you can do better than that,” Scorch Spiriah said, blue dots seeming to gleam nastily behind his mask. The temperature around his body skyrocketed in just a few seconds and from a distance, players from all sides could see a tornado of gathering flame and fire engulfing around the Scourger base and cut through the fog as an unintentional beacon. At that focal point was Scorch Spiriah who approached the now slowed down zombies with a steady pace. Armor melted into undead flesh and faces melted into their chests, a welcome sight indeed. “The afterlife only promises Hell for you,” Scorch Spiriah said, grin spreading unhinged to the persistent AI.

Around the city, more of the undead flowed with their contorted movements and shuffling actions; but none of that stopped their quick hand motions and frantic gunfire. One by one by, each Faction was drawn in towards the zombies. As a result, they were also slowly pushed into one another where Factions eventually crossed paths. Visibility and acknowledgment of this fact, of course, was no doubt difficult thanks to the mass fog. Even now, it blanketed Ranger’s vision from his view, and Black Cat was no help in noticing the slow forms scaling up towards their vantage point on the side of their structure. At least the pair had infinite ammo.

As for the Crusaders, their Deputy found herself separated from the group but entirely alone. True to her orders, the Blue players fled to cover wherever they could, but the spray of fire didn’t stop. They continued pounding down on Saffron’s cover spot, so much so she probably didn’t notice the other player until they bumped into her, falling over and down. Immediately they sprawled up to a sitting position and raised their arms up in surrender. It was a wise choice; from the aesthetic of their avatar, one could easily mistake them for a zombie. Just to prove they were a player, they raised up their UI to show their stats and status, revealing they were a solo player with no Faction allegiance.

Probably some dumb fool who wanted to try and solo the horde somehow.

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The Hunter's Club

As to be expected of a secretive club like their own, the number of actual members was small and far in between. But that just meant there was more time to get to know each other in their hypothetical budding years. Of course, Shuro already knew a fair amount of the faces that walked through that classroom door. Sure, there were some newbies that looked like either transfer students or even just first years, but the vast majority of people were ones she’d known for some time. One by one they filtered in and gave their new teacher a greeting.

The one that caught her attention the most was the boy who had the shakiest introduction she’d ever seen in her life. He even bumped into the class mop, almost causing a scene before swiftly correcting himself. A smirk persisted on her face even as she watched him sit next to her, snickering mentally to herself. The others came in orderly enough, the last boy to walk in looking like he was trying too hard to impress anyone. But Shuro’s attention was directed to someone else at the moment anyway and she rolled her eyes to turn to Isana.

The other girl decided to sit next to her, an opportunity Shuro wasn’t going to waste. “Sure, do whatever you want shrine princess. No one’s stopping you from working yourself to the bone,” she said with a smug smirk. It gave her great joy to see no one even acknowledge Isana’s attempts to get them doing manual labor for a classroom that’d just get dirty again anyway. There was just no point. “Whatever. Who said it was a competition?” she answered back with a shrug, turning forward too, but still smirking.

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

If it was more time that Yurei wanted, it was more time she would inevitably receive. By a miracle, or perhaps a cruel twist of fate, the GMG that caused so much damage in such short time disappeared without a trace. Terrorkeat was nowhere to be found, body unable to be picked up by the MFF’s toughest scanners. Even those closest to her physically wouldn’t have caught a glimpse of her true escape, the massive tornado doing well to give space to the avian monster. Most concerning, especially to Yeshua perhaps, was the trigger to her forced transformation that started this whole mess. Because seemingly, there was none…

Regardless, it wasn’t long before the MFF were alerted to a renewed threat. Yurei’s suggestion to scan the skies and greater atmosphere yielded itself fruit as scanners all over, from troops on the ground to those in command, were set off with red alert. But there was no Terrorkeat to emerge. The signature of this creature was bigger, much bigger compared to the bird from just a minute before. Bigger and somehow faster too because there were only precious seconds left before the new monster announced itself with a horrendous crash.

A building nearby where Yeshua hid caved as a great weight slammed into it from the top. Like a meteor from the heavens, the new GMG flashed its wings to hover itself, stopping it from completely flattening the building. Yet it was uncaring to the damage and output of its force and when the dust settled once more, the hearts of most MFF troops stifled at the sight of the newcomer. There, staring down at them and perched on the building’s ruins like a gargoyle was the GMG nicknamed Dragon Queen.

An elusive GMG in her own right, the beast was noted to have the least amount of appearances since the first Warp Quake. Since that time, her whereabouts and behavior could only be estimated and inferred, though by the stoic expression on her face it was clear she was just as disinterested in human life as always. The situation instantly went from bad to worse as the most mysterious, and perhaps to some, the most powerful of the GMGs settled in all her glory at the gathered MFF troops.

Dragon Queen’s gaze flickered to the first battalion, those gathered in the first row to be decimated. Expression narrowing with a callous disposition, her great wings flapped forward once to send a shockwave of hardened air right towards them. If Terrorkeat’s attack batted them away like flies, this one was fully meant to crush and tear by the sharpness of the wind. If that wasn’t enough, Dragon Queen’s mouth slowly leaked out a mist of hot energy, an attack clearly mounting ready to be unleashed on the humans of this world.

The Hunter's Club

“That’s so like you Fujiwara. If you wanna waste your time cleaning like a shrine maiden, go right ahead. But don’t rope me into your duties,” came the third voice to enter the club room. Unlike the others, Shuro Murota at least had some common sense in dressing like a student, glancing first at Isana’s traditional robes and then at Seishiro’s biker get-up. Seriously, did they think they were blending in with the other kids looking like that? “Sensei,” Shuro said to the man sitting at the front of the room before she walked over to take a seat.

Unlike the others, she figured the back of the room was the most unclaimed and so took a seat to the furthest away from the door. Lollipop held precariously between her teeth, she leaned back in her chair with crossed arms, wondering how long the other Hunters to be would take. Well, she’d given her greetings of sorts to Fujiwara so she might as well acknowledge the boy too. “Yo, Seishiro, what’s with the lone wolf look? You trying to impress the others on the first day back?” she called out to the boy behind him, leaning over her desk slightly.

Of course, that was assuming he wasn’t going to play clean up duty like Fujiwara wanted him to. “You do realize more than half of us already know each other, right? What, were you trying to impress our new Sensei?” Regardless of an answer, Shuro sighed and flopped onto her desk some more until her body was slouched atop it like a tired student. That was exactly what she was, considering Hunter duties only added to stress in piling on top of their youth.

“First day back isn’t even over and I already hate the school year,” she bemoaned to no one in particular, though she visibly prepared herself for an answer anyway. No doubt that shrine maiden Fujiwara would lecture her about the importance of their studies or some such. It would have fallen on deaf ears anyway, Shuro sighing as she tuned out the world around her except for the direction in front in case their Sensei wanted some remarks of his own.

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