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Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

• Name: Konpaku Youmu
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: "Ah, yes, Yuyuko-sama, it is quite tasty." Youmu is pretty small, at under five feet.
• Personality: Calm, collected, serious. These are things Youmu tries to be at all times. To her credit, in a fight she is a dangerous and focused opponent, but outside of combat she is prone to being rather awkward. Her attempts to remain collected often fail, as Youmu is easily surprised and confused. She is not unintelligent, but it is simply quite easy to exasperate or perplex her. Youmu is easily frustrated by things that confuse her, and she is somewhat easy to mislead. However, she has been working on this, as to not fail Yuyuko. Youmu takes pride in her combat capabilities and her speed, as well as her katana, Roukanken and Hakuroken. In spite of her attempts to be a dutiful and serious warrior, Youmu retains a fear of ghost stories. In spite of being half ghost. And serving a ghost. However, when her opponent is not a ghost, Youmu can be a courageous fighter who refuses to give in. She also retains absolute loyalty to Saigyouji Yuyuko, even if the gluttonous ghost confuses and embarrasses her at times. Youmu is reluctant to kill other intelligent beings unless it is necessary to defend herself, Yuyuko, or others.
• Brief History: Youmu was born into the Konpaku family, half-ghosts in service of the ruler of the Netherworld, Saigyouji Yuyuko. She was trained intensely in swordplay, and in how to garden in order to cultivate the gardens around Yuyuko's home. Soon enough, Youmu became Yuyuko's servant, dedicated to her service even when she was to cause an incident that nearly(unintentionally) caused the awakening of a malevolent entity in the form of a soul-eating cherry tree. Since then, Youmu has actively assisted in the resolution of several incidents.
• Universe of Origin: Touhou
• Equipment: Youmu carries two katana, Roukanken and Hakuroken.
  
  • Roukanken: An incredibly long katana, a nodachi that measures longer than the short girl is tall. Roukanken's blade was forged by youkai, allowing it to be nearly unbreakable. This is not the most notable feature of Roukanken, however. The katana's incredibly sharp blade transcends physicality, allowing it to cut apart even existences such as formless ghosts. Rocks, trees, flesh, steel, little can stand up to the unrestrained Roukanken. However, Youmu utilizes danmaku rules to avoid killing unless her life or the lives of others are in danger. Supernatural protection, or heavily augmented technology, may also defend against Roukanken.
  • Hakurouken: A wakizashi, Hakurouken possesses no ability to kill a living thing. Indeed, it is almost entirely harmless, causing some pain and discomfort but otherwise nothing else. Its capabilities lie in another area. It can be used to parry and it can incapacitate with enough blows, but the true nature of Hakurouken is its ability to divide things such as confusion. Certainly, cutting confusion is a valuable asset to the easily-confused Youmu. However, this is merely a side effect of its intended function. Hakurouken instantly causes the state of Nirvana in spirits it strikes, causing them to vanish utterly.
• Abilities: Youmu is somewhat more durable than a regular human being, and has a somewhat more capable healing ability, but this is nothing as extreme as most youkai. As a half-ghost, a portion of her soul is embodied as a (usually)non-sentient floating phantom referred to as Myon. This can be used to observe distant areas, fire danmaku, or even temporarily become a duplicate of Youmu for double team attacks. Youmu also feels everything Myon feels, though she cannot be damaged in this way(something painful to Myon will be painful to Youmu, though). Youmu is an incredibly skilled swordswoman, capable of wielding her blades both one and two-handed. Her strength is above human level, allowing her to wield the incredibly long Roukanken one-handed. Youmu's attacking speed allows her to slash many times in an instant, to the point where it appears as a single attack. She can also move very quickly, in both air and on land, her speed making her the second fastest person in Gensokyo. This allows her to pull off her family technique, Two-Hundred Yojana in One Slash, covering an enormous amount of distance and come back in the time it takes to unsheath Roukanken and cut with it, allowing her to cut foes even quite a distance away. However, these shows of speed will eventually wear on her, so she cannot endlessly utilize her top speed. She also carries spellcards and is fully capable of flight. Her most powerful technique, both in spellcard form and as a true attack, is Reflecting Satellite Slash. This attack is simultaneously the cutting of her blade and a wave of blades reflected by the light of the moon, assaulting her opponent in a flash of light as she moves to cut through them. Even in nonlethal danmaku form it is a highly dangerous attack. However, it requires Youmu to hold still and gather power to properly perform it. In spite of all her advantages, Youmu is still partially human and can be injured as a human can, and while attacks to Myon do not cause physical harm, the pain caused by them can immobilize her.
• Other: N/A

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Saber

The plan she laid out while they followed Fenrir's trail was not a particularly complex one. But that had been Saber's intent. A simple plan that was easily mutable on the fly. If something did go wrong, they could alter the plan quickly in order to compensate for whatever had changed. That was the value of simplicity, when it came to strategy. Sometimes, a complex plan simply wasn't the best option.

Unfortunately, the nature of the cavern Fenrir had chosen to hide itself in became more and more disturbing as the proceeded deeper. The red light, the strange thickness of the air... it simply wasn't natural. The feeling of the cave was the same as the feeling that Brynhildr had given off, a sort of sickness, a corruption that suffused the very essence of the cavern the deeper they went. And the feeling only became stronger the deeper they went.

"... I do not like the feeling of the air here, Master," Saber commented as they went deeper, "This place is an unnatural location. There is something terrible here."

And when they emerged into the larger cavern...

There.

Brynhildr was submerged in something dark, a horrible black mud that engulfed her utterly and filling the deepest deaths of the chasm. And there stood Fenrir, the great wolf, standing over it all... with a howl, he loosed a swarm of blackened abominations from the muck.

But the King of Knights had to wait, until the ranged and aerial assault took the massive wolf's attention completely.

And then...

"Charge!" cried Saber, darting forward. The air seemed to explode around her, as if she had been set off with a rocket! The instant she met the first of the black beasts, her invisible blade sliced through the air and cleaved it apart. Her goal was not to eliminate all of them, that was a task she left to the support of Archer and the Valkyries. Instead, she was aiming to cut a path straight through the shadowy monsters, to reach Fenrir himself! Sprinting through the cold cavern, feeling the corruption in the air whipping past her, Saber's blade met another one of the monsters, lodging into its upper body before being sliced downwards with a burst of magical energy, the brilliant light piercing another immediately behind the first!

But another of the beasts immediately swung a strange, tendril-like limb at her, forcing the small blonde knight to leap back to evade the crushing blow! However, before it could press its attack, she sliced through its torso and pushed her assault further! These creatures were more dangerous then the undead had been, but that didn't mean she would allow them to stop her!

---

Caster

That did not sound like genuine praise.

For much of the travel to the cavern, Caster had spent her time pouting at her Master. What kind of praise was that?! Certainly not anything worthy of the Elven Queen of the Undead, Skuld! Of course, when they arrived at the cave, she immediately picked up on the unpleasant feeling in the air. She was hardly about to stop anyone, given the gravity of the situation, but it was easy to detect that there was something pure evil located in the depths of the cave. The fact that the lighting suddenly became a dark, oppressive red was a rather strong indication of the fact that there was something terrible down there.

The fact that the valkyries were present meant that raising the dead probably wasn't the best idea. Caster wasn't in the mood to have them distracted from their duty by killing her toys.

She wasn't exactly prepared for the swarm of shadowy monsters pouring from the mud, either. But...

"Hmph, it will take far greater forces to impress the Elven Queen!" she declared, confidently. Indeed, it was not the creatures themselves that got her attention... no, it was the terrible blackened muck that Brynhildr was being submerged in. What was that? It practically exuded corruption! No wonder the valkyrie had been blackened as she had...

"Let me demonstrate the power of the legendary necromancer!"

Dozens and dozens of magic circles opened in the sky above her, as she ascended to the air alongside the valkyries on wings of black mist. A sound like dozens of tanks being fired tore through the air as she unleashed her assault of the army of dark creatures.

But something went wrong.

Not with her attack, but the plan as a whole.

Fenrir had still erected a wall of ice?!

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze@KoL

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

The response to the boy was a rather sharp glare from Sophie, but she decided not to kick him again, at the very least. He was already suffering, and as long as he didn't try to speak to her again she wasn't going to go kicking him again. Well... most likely. Probably. If he valued his shins, or other vulnerable areas.

Soon enough, the quest, and those who would be undertaking it, were fully registered. Their names and ranks were recorded, and they were dispatched out onto the busy street. Sophie immediately took the lead, believing she had every right to do so as she had been intending to take the quest from the start.

"Just so everyone is clear," she began, "I'm not the type of person who just follows orders."

Placing her hands on her hips, her ponytail bobbing, the diminutive purple-haired girl turned to face the others.

"If you think I'm going to fall in line just because some of you are a higher rank than I am, you're an idiot," she continued, "I've made my way just fine on my own as an Adventurer! In a party, it's not like I won't cooperate with my fellow adventurers. But don't go thinking you can order me around just because of your rank! Got it?"

Sophie surveyed the others, her gaze rather intense.

In the background, however, possibly undermining the short girl's demanding assertion, there was new stand.

Given that it had been set up right outside the Adventurer's guild it was rather clear what clients the owner was trying to attract.

Speaking of the owner, she was a somewhat unique sight. A young, pretty, blue-haired Akitsushiman girl clad in a kimono, waving one hand in the air.

"Weapons, armor, and goods from Akitsushima!" she declared, her speech accented but clear, "I can get anything you order, as long as I can carry it!"

@thrrnvwls@TheFake@Sho Minazuki@KoL@Raineh Daze

Fate/esoterica

Assassin

"Um..."

Truthfully, this wasn't a situation Assassin was used to. In life, any bases of operation that the Shinsengumi required were easily accessible, at least during her active period. And she had always had somewhere to call home. Being completely without either of these things was an utterly foreign experience for the silvery-haired girl. And, once again, it was far worse for her Master than it was for her, at this stage.

"Eh-heheh, this is a pretty tough situation, isn't it?" she mused with an awkward laugh, one fight touching her cheek as she did. They certainly couldn't go sitting in the park all this time... "... Maybe we could make an alliance with another one of the Masters?"

It might have seemed like a bad idea at first, but right now it seemed like the only possible option they had.

"We could put off our fight until the end of the war, and in exchange they'd give us somewhere to stay. I guess it's kind of risky, though..." Assassin trailed off. She honestly didn't even like her own idea very much, but they had to do something, and staying with a civilian wasn't an option. "Aaah, this is pretty difficult!"

@Raineh Daze

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

@Destro1666: Alright!

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

"Why... why should I?!" declared the Drider, attempting to be defiant even though she had now been strongarmed off of her golem and rather unceremoniously carried down.

Fanilly stepped forward, facing the drider with her eyes narrowed.

"The one you are protecting sent a band of orcs to slaughter a nearby town. Is she truly worth it, knowing that?" she asked. The blonde knight girl didn't understand any of this. The Drider seemed adamant that her teacher had done nothing wrong... if she had to guess, she suspected that the Drider had been educated in magic outside of the normal circles. That, of course, would make her a witch. Witchcraft, of course, being the practice of magic through methods outside of normal education. Tutors and mage academies were freely accepted in most countries, but the practice of magic in wild places with unknown teachers certainly was not. In Thaln, practioners of witchcraft were not persecuted, but it was technically illegal, and those who pursued such endeavors were often shunned in rural areas. The Drider was likely no exception to this.

Perhaps she adamantly believed the 'dark lady's' innocence because she had been treated well by her?

"What?" the Drider looked shocked, "There's no way that could be true! Orcs... orcs are evil, but my teacher was using a spell to control them! She even showed me! They shouldn't be able to attack innocent people..."

"I saw it with my own eyes," Fanilly asserted. She didn't understand what was going on here. Using orcs, but hiding it all from her student? Just what was going on here? The drider seemed to be innocent of any actual crimes beyond witchcraft, at least, but... what was happening? Ah, it was just too confusing!

And then...

At the top of the stairs, there was a woman. She was beautiful, with long, black hair, pale skin, clad in a black dress with a furred collar...

"... Oh, dear me, what terrible ruffians," she commented, placing a hand to her cheek, "What are you doing to my student?"

The drider immediately brightened on seeing her.

Fanilly raised her sword carefully, eyes fixed on the woman. There was almost no chance this wasn't the dark lady they had been told about.

"Now she can explain!" declared the drider, confidently.

@TheFake@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

So just need some people to post and I can move on. ^^;

If people are stuck I can skip ahead to the party leaving the guild. There's something I want to handle before the quest gets under way, but that should only be a couple posts.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

So where is everyone? ^^;

Fate/esoterica

Assassin

"Um, well..."

There were a number of things that had been totally unexpected when she was initially summoned. The fact that she'd been summoned to Japan was a pleasant surprise, though she was aware the war was not to be occurring there(upon arriving in America she was no longer able to use her flag, and it felt a little harder to breathe). Arriving in the US without any sort of base of operations, however, was not. A battle couldn't be fought without somewhere to fight it from. Constantly being on the street, on the run as vagabonds, wouldn't do well for either of them. Especially her Master. While Assassin herself was capable of entering spirit form and using little to no resources(something she wasn't too eager to do, but would do if her Master needed to) the silvery-haired girl was well aware even as... well, she wasn't a Magus exactly, was she? The girl samurai didn't know anything about magecraft, but she could tell that her Master wasn't really a magus. But she also wasn't a totally mundane human, given she could summon and support a Servant.

Still, that didn't mean being out on the street was a good idea at all. Seated beside her Master, Assassin looked thoughtful.

"Well... we need to find some place to stay, first!" she declared, with a firm nod, "It's important to have somewhere to work out of, and to rest. As a Servant I don't need to sleep, but you certainly do, Master."

Assassin folded her arms across her chest, nodding in a self-satisfied fashion.

"Once we do that, we can start planning out next course of action! I definitely want to try that ice cream stuff by the way, Master."

@Raineh Daze

Fate/esoterica

It was a warm summer night in Redrock. The streets were not empty, but the people on them were sparse. While it was not a small town, it was not an enormous city, either. It was a location that straddled the line between town and city, and therefore the nightlife was also a reflection of this. Some people were out on the streets, and yet many remained in their homes. This night was ideal for the beginning. There were many locations in which someone who desired to remain unseen could inhabit. The forest outside of Redrock. The burnt-out remains of the Rickert mansion in the North, left as a monument to the tragic deaths that had occurred there. The unseen catacombs beneath the city that were as old as the nation. For tonight was the beginning of something that the relatively peaceful town of Redrock had never before encountered. Tonight would be the beginning of a battle that had once thought to have been silenced, but was no longer.

Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.

Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.

The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.

She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.

---

She had prepared in advance.

The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.

She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.

It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.

Her Servant.

She had summoned her two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function... well... almost perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned her, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long she stayed corporeal.

For there was, truly, no question of her victory.

Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.

"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.

Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.

"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"

With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.

It was time.

"Berserker," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"

Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.

@Rin@Raineh Daze@KoL@PKMNB0Y@Anza@King Cosmos