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Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Upon noting that the older girl was still sampling the biscuits that she had ordered specifically for herself and Saturday, Arinne narrowed her eyes in irritation. At least glancing towards Saturday made her somewhat less annoyed. Her head pressed into Sophiana's chest appeared to have made the silver-haired girl completely freeze up. It was amusing. However...

"Next time I'll order a batch laced with Bitrex and dead spiders," she commented, loud enough to be heard. Not simply due to annoyance, but also because the idea of her servants worriedly checking any food well before eating it was incredibly amusing to her. But, there were other matters to discuss at hand.

"Now.. it's good to get introductions out of the way, of course, I'm surprised everyone waited so long," the blonde girl continued with an idle wave of her hand.

"But we're not going to be setting up a plan until we've investigated the site of the murder, so do not be concerned about serving as bait," she added. Then, with a smirk... "Yet."

The concerns about a trap being set for investigators wasn't unfounded, and Arinne was at least pleased that Pearwoolf had started properly contributing and offering some kind of conclusion.

She steepled her fingers as she leaned forward.

"Of course, it could be a trap," she said, simply, "But we'll learn nothing more if we don't visit the crime scene. So, I've elected to investigate during broad daylight, where it is far more difficult for anyone to spring a trap and go unnoticed. The killer may be leaving the corpses, but they're hiding the method, so I am certain they are still bearing some level of consideration to the secrecy of magic."

The diminutive mage rose to her feet. In spite of her behavior, that made it even more clear she was definitely the shortest person in the room.

"Any further introductions can be made while we approach," said Arinne, "We hardly want to be tardy, do we?"

With that, she lead the way out of the room. Transport had already been prepared, the Ar-Rynesarte influence was still enough to swiftly garner such service, after all.

But there was another delay.

It was an older man, one whose hair had begun to grey, but still held some signs of youth, clad in dark clothing.

"Ah, Lady Ar-Rynesarte. What are you doing this fine day?" he asked, with a smile.

"I'm not interested in becoming wrapped in conversation with you, Lord Vallius," Arinne responded, shortly, narrowing her eyes. The long-winded lecturer had seemed to take an interest in attempting to hold conversations with her as of late. She supposed there was nothing wrong with that, especially given the man had not-so-long ago lost his daughter, but she had no interest in serving as a surrogate, especially when she had business to attend to. "I have important business I must attend to, as you may be able to discern."

"... Is it about that murderer?" he asked, with a frown, "You really shouldn't worry yourself over such things. The Citadel Six will certainly handle it."

"If I had the faith in the Unlucky Six to do their job flawlessly, I would not have activated my remaining contracts. Good day, Lord Vallius," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly as she did. The man let out a sigh as she departed, leading her servants to the vehicles they would be taking. Each was black and shiny, quite clearly a well-made vehicle, though Arinne had little knowledge or care for the make of them.

Once everyone had gotten into their cars, they were off.

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The moment Arinne's group, and by extension the others, arrived at the crime scene, the first obstacle was immediately apparent.

They weren't abandoned.

"Hey, hey, you can't come in here!" warned a police officer, a young woman, accompanied by a man. Arinne sighed. She had expected this, but it didn't make the process any less annoying. She could just barely see into the alleyway beyond. There was no way they could conduct an investigation like this.

And so...

Mana flowed through Arinne's limbs. She was, perhaps, well-equipped to deal with such a scenario.

"Don't worry, officers, we won't be taking any of your time," she stated, smirking as she glanced up at the both of them.

"O waters, still and freeze, flow no more."

The magical energy in her body flowed down to her fingertips, as she calmly raised her right hand and waved it.

"Let stillness take you."

Suddenly, the officers were... not frozen, no. But they may as well have been. Their movements(and even their perception of reality) had suddenly slowed to a crawl, to the point where it almost seemed as if they were frozen solid. It was a simple spell, a sort of stasis. Completely useless against anyone with any magical capabilities, but against people like these police officers...

They would have all the time in the world to perform their investigation.

"Come along, then," Arinne said, simply, glancing back towards the others, "Let's see what this blood-soaked killer left behind!"

There was perhaps a hint of too much excitement in her voice.

The crime scene was of course no longer home to the body, but the chalk outline remained. Not only that, but the rather expansive spray of dried blood lingered, as well. Notably, the largest marks were near the victim's head and roughly a meter in front of them.

@Rin@Aviaire@TheFake@KoL@Dark Light@Ginnungagap

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Fanilly winced when she saw the axe come down and remove Jeremiah's head. But, in the end, it wasn't an incorrect move. To bring a stop to the fighting immediately, and to ensure such a monster was truly dead... That was an ideal way to swiftly end this conflict.

The Three Hundred Man Slayer had desired nothing more then death and violence, and the eradication of an entire Order of Knights. For what purpose? What reason? Fanilly couldn't fathom it. It simply wasn't something she could understand. Was it pride? Was that the reason for this?

In the end, Fanilly had no way of knowing, and she wasn't sure if the answer would have been anything she wanted to hear.

In the end, Jeremiah perished at the hands of the order he had sought to destroy.

Striding towards the no-longer burning log, Fanilly spotted a good handhold on the thick trunk. Placing her hands upon it, she pulled herself up and got her feet under herself, standing where she could be seen fully.

"Your leader lay dead, bandits," she began, her voice high and clear over what little fighting remained, "Lay down your arms."

Moments later, any of them that remained fighting were in their knees in surrender. Fanilly took a deep breath. It had quickly become clear to her what had happened here. On their own, the bandits were weak and unskilled. But with Jeremiah as their leader, he had bolstered their wills. The whole time all he thought of was killing the Iron Rose Knights, however, and when he finally had a chance at his goal he abandoned them to whatever fate they would meet.

"We have met victory. These criminals have either been slain, or subdued, and will never hurt another innocent again," she began, "Well done, Iron Roses. But first..."

"I need a report from each flank leader I have not already spoken to, and we must arrange transport for the wounded in order to return home."

Fanilly knew at least one soldier had died, but she could not be certain if any others hand. She felt a pang of sorrow at the thought of the man who had been sliced in half, and the potential fates of others if they had perished, but felt hopeful that Jeremiah's victim was the only casualty. No-one aligned with the Roses should have died here, but hopefully it was only one man.

She was trying to think as positively as possible. To be thankful that, from her position on the log, it seemed as if there had only been one casualty. But that man had still died. Nothing could change that.

... Was it her fault? Could she have done something better and saved his life...?

@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@Asuras@jdh97@Click This@OwO@Animal@TheFake@ERode@Crimson Paladin@ghastlyinc@PaulHaynek

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

I'll have an update done here by the weekend!

Chronicles of a Lost War

Sylphie couldn't help but be a little frustrated that she was being halted like this. Anything else could wait, the bandits that were harassing this town were in the here and now. If this had been 270 years... then it was even more important she resumed her role as the Pillar of Vengeance, wasn't it? And... ah, it was just... this feeling of having her face buried in Izel's chest was... well, it wasn't a common feeling for the demigod, to say the least. She disliked being the one targeted. Even if it was soft...

When her head was freed, the tiny girl took in a gulp of air. The hand running through her soft, silky hair was hardly unpleasant. But still, all this was was more delaying. She wanted to get on that mountainside and spill blood over and over, the blood of the wicked splattering on her sword as she felt the heat, the excitement of-

There was no reading Izel's tone in any other way.

"... Ah... you..."

The normally confident and smug girl found herself stumbling a little. Had Izel... really just...

@Rune_Alchemist@PKMNB0Y

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Youmu was silent for a few moments. It wasn't that Nanoha's way was wrong, but just that... ah, she didn't know how to reply. Instead, after watching Nanoha incapacitate the creatures that had appeared, the small, pale girl strode forward to investigate the chest. The letter inside, that had to be something, right? It was possible that it would lead them to just how to handle the entire situation and clear these caverns of the strange fish creatures and the walking corpses. As she carefully cut the lock on the chest and forced it open entirely, the half-phantom ignored the gems in favor of locating the note.

"This could be something important..."

With that, she unfurled it. For a moment, she couldn't understand a single word of the page, but then it shifted into kanji before her eyes. She recalled that somehow, the other people she had met... some spoke Japanese, like Nanoha, but the others hadn't. Somehow, the words had simply registered in her mind as Japanese.

But now wasn't the time to wonder about things like that. Now was time to read the note.

...

By the time Youmu finished the letter, she was shaking. The fish creatures weren't simply monsters that ate people and demanded deaths. They transformed people, robbing them of their very nature and forcing them into these terrible forms. Youmu could feel her hand tightening on Roukanken's hilt.

"... They don't just kill people," she said, finally, raising the note towards Nanoha as she did.

@KoL@PKMNB0Y

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Youmu paused for a moment. It wasn't as if she wanted to spread hatred, or anything like that. It was that these creatures quite clearly had no compunctions about killing and other unspeakable things... Their first action when faced with anyone was to attack, and they had been using a bloated, dead human as... as some kind of soldier... it was wrong. So horribly wrong. And they were so close to that decrepit little town that had little to no defenses... The heir to the Konpaku family, the one who followed their school of swordplay, couldn't allow such a thing. While she had been raised as a retainer for Saigyouji Yuyuko, that did not mean she had not been raised to pursue what was right, provided that it did not contradict the will of Yuyuko-sama. But truthfully, the small half-phantom had faith that Yuyuko-sama, no matter how silly she could be, would never pursue anything wrong of her own accord.

For the sake of the people in that village, so they would not have to suffer, so the people who came here would not have to suffer, Youmu had to do everything she could to erase the threat of these fish creatures.

"... I want to stop them from spreading sadness, too..." she finally said, half to herself as she began sending her phantom half forward as a scout once more.

"... What did you find?"

@KoL@PKMNB0Y

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Waiting on posts. ^^;

Chronicles of a Lost War

Sylphie couldn't help her excitement. It had been far too long since she was able to shed the blood of sinners, to slay the wicked. Ah, she could feel that warmth, feel her heartbeat quickening... the slaughter of those who did evil. That was what was coming to her soon, so very soon! It didn't matter that the raiders had escaped discovery so far, they wouldn't escape from her. The tiny black-haired girl almost couldn't restrain herself from manifesting her sword right then and there and simply charging out of town...

Until something completely unexpected happened. Sylphie was suddenly spun around by her shoulders and her head was shoved directly into Izel's chest. Needless to say, this was something on a surprise, and even the Pillar of Vengeance wasn't prepared for an experience like this.

"Mmmmmmf?!" was all that came out of the surprised girl for a few moments. Usually she wasn't on the receiving end of being teased, what was this?!

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Youmu lowered her swords as the blast of pink magical energy tore clear through the fish monsters and the bloated corpse. While the bodies of the fish creatures seemed to be intact, the walking corpse was gone completely, vaporized in an instant. Of course, Nanoha was right. It was for the best that they took as little time as they could in clearing these caverns of these awful creatures. But the fact was that she wanted to kill them. They'd taken that girl, hadn't they? They were monsters that demanded human sacrifice, just as the owner of these lands had been a monster who would offer it.

What mattered was purging these caverns of every monster inside them. It was like a youkai extermination, only far more lethal then the ones back in Gensokyo.

"We're here to clear these caverns, as well," she stated, striding past the bodies of the fish creatures as she did, sending her phantom half ahead once more, "I can't say I'm too experienced in something like this, but... these are monsters that want human sacrifices, aren't they? They're the things from the journal."

The small silver-haired girl continued forward.

"They can't be allowed to take any more."

@PKMNB0Y@KoL

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The sight in the alleyway was rather horrific. The man that had been dragged off hadn't faced a quiet and peaceable death, one of his legs laying severed and oozing red, blood splattered all across the cobblestone street and the grey stone brick walls. Indeed, there was a clear trail of blood, leading deeper into the alleyway, chunks of meat and shredded clothing marking the path as well.

And at the end of it... There was not just one corpse, but many. Mutilated beyond all recognition, most of them had clearly been partially eaten.

The latest addition to the pile of bodies was still being fed upon.

The creature that had dragged the hunter into the alleyway was now clearly visible. It was a large, black-furred, wolf-like beast, its head clearly canine, but a body oddly human-like as well. It quite clearly moved as if it was crawling across the ground like a man with his limbs splayed out. Perhaps more tellingly, the remains of shredded clothing still lingered on its lean, muscular body. The moment it noticed anyone approaching, it raised its blood-soaked muzzle and snarled.

It wasn't alone. Two other, similar beasts that had been feeding on the corpse pile took note of the intrusion and began to growl too... One was swift to leap to the side, scaling the wall of the alleyway to make a beeline straight towards Magilou!

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze@RolePlayerRoxas

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

That made sense. Whoever this was probably would have a lot more interest in magical girls then non-magical girls, so there was plenty of reason to transform if they wanted to draw her in.

Hikari took a deep breath, remembering how she had felt last night when she had first transformed the previous night. Soon enough, light flooded across her body, her clothing seemingly being destroyed and replaced with a warm sensation as her magical girl outfit formed over her petite frame once more.

When the light faded, she was gripping her hammer once more, a previously non-existent wind causing the large bow and her yukata in general to flutter for a few moments before going still. Her platform geta had raised her height rather noticeably as well, even though the only things that had changed about her physical appearance were her eye and hair color.

The now-redhead raised her hammer and gripped it in both hands, looking around carefully as she did. If that little blonde girl showed up again...!

... Wait...

"... Where did all these ravens come from?" she asked, narrowing her eyes," They definitely weren't here before, what's with this?!"

@LuckyBlackCat@A Lowly Wretch