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Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

"Tch...!"

One of the deer had remained alive and able to move, and was already off and running. Seelay knew there was little choice but to catch it as quickly as possible. Not only was it best to end its suffering as swiftly as possible, but the spread of more blood would easily attract more predators.

The Cosain elf was off already, sprinting after the deer at top speed. But no matter how confident she was in her own ability, she was well aware that chasing the deer down on foot and catching it was unlikely.

And so there was only one course of action in mind.

Even as she ran, she was drawing another arrow from her quivering, smoothly knocking it. The angle was difficult, but if she kept this pace for long enough she would be able to hit it.

Seelay had the utmost confidence in that.

She raised her bow, judging distance and trajectory as quickly as she could. But to find the deer after it had been hit, especially if it didn't die instantly, would have been quite difficult.

And so she would ensure the body would be found, and any potential predators would be spooked by the sight.

Seelay felt magical energy run through her body, a tingling sensation through her arms as she began to prepare the arrow. A green glow spread across its surface, and then it flashed brightly, swirling emerald light surrounding the head and shaft.

"Oh, Fae Light, guide me!"

And so the arrow was loosed.

@Rune_Alchemist@Cu Chulainn

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

While no animal life beyond the wayward rat seemed to be visible, the continual chatter of the local birds was a comforting background noise in a place that was so devoid of humanity in spite of formerly being occupied by it.

The desk in particular was seemingly colonized by a variety of arthropods beneath it, the underside proving to have become quite damp and moist. Still, even a particularly large centipede was hardly disconcerting compared to the Warped, and it seemed more interesting in finding cover under plantlife then anything else upon being disturbed.

Within the drawers were a few papers that were rendered rather difficult to read due to moisture. One labeled the facility something indistinguishable beyond the word 'research and development', and another seemed to be mentioning supply shipments.

But perhaps most importantly was the presence of a keycard labeled 'security level 1'. At the very least, it would potentially allow for an easier path into the facility without being forced to get louder.

A rustling from deeper into the facility signaled the presence of some kind of creature, down the hall.

@JDubs@ERode

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

So he didn't have any other options when it came to maneuvering, and even with his extra appendages he could only react to so many things at once. While Fio had failed to strike him directly, she was able to obtain the information she wanted. She could force him to move in order to avoid her attacks, and thus control his movements at least to some extent.

With that in mind, she had a much clearer path forward.

But he had still been able to retaliate, sending another blade of his own hurtling towards her. This time, rather ten constructing a barrier intended to block it, the diminutive witch instead created a platform to her right and immediately leaped to it, holding her hat on as the dagger sailed past her.

It was far easier to create a barrier that could support her weight almost instantly then it was to create one that could take an explosive impact, and she'd only barely managed to block the less potent daggers without taking damage.

Still holding her hat on, the Sword Witch swung her blade up as her hair billowed in the wind.

"Create three great phantom blades at the front and sides, and smite the wicked!" she commanded.

The magical energy ignited, blazing across the sword's surface. This time, a single large blade emerged first from behind the Fomorian, the air shimmering around it. It was a thick sword, the interwoven threads of light composing its structure glowing brightly. It was followed by two identical weapons.

Dodging them wasn't impossible. There was space. And the blade that materialized behind their opponent was more fragile and less sturdy then the others due to the range, even if it was still just as dangerous if it struck true.

But dodging them and responding to her allies attacks at the same time, without either being forced into one the knights' swords or one of her phantom ones...

That was a far more difficult task.

It was time to see if this Fomorian was up to the challenge!

@Rune_Alchemist@FrogRFlowR@Pyromania99

Urban Starlight Wonderland: A Magical Girl RP

As the chat on the phone continued, Nico would be struck with an odd sensation. It wasn't entirely different from the feeling of the presence of a shade, but somehow it felt somewhat less heavy. Or perhaps concentrated differently?

Regardless of what it was, it was definitely not the same feeling that the presence of a shade would produce. Perhaps it would warrant investigation?

@Ammokkx@King Cosmos

Urban Starlight Wonderland: A Magical Girl RP

As the girls spoke and introduced one another, perhaps some of them would notice a certain feel in the air. A familiar, heavy sensation, seemingly coming from the east of their location, was beginning to grow. This was undeniably the feeling of a shade, and one that was somewhat higher grade then the batlike creature they had destroyed moments ago.

Indeed, perhaps anyone who chose to glance in that direction would see a strange, dark, slithering shape just on the edge of vision...

@FrogRFlowR@DDVicky@LuckyBlackCat@AzureKnight@Shiyonichi

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"Hey! Have you seen anything strange around here?!"

A voice called to the girl and her dog. If she turned towards it, she would be greeted by a particularly surreal sight(at least as far as ordinary people were concerned).

A small, slender girl, seemingly no older then ten at the most, wearing pink furisode. Her pale face was framed with dark, bobbed hair, and she had rather bright pink eyes the same shade as her kimono. In one hand she held a bamboo broom.

Looking like some kind of lucky household spirit, the small girl rushed up to Abigail's side.

"I'm looking for-o-oh, you're a Foreigner..."

She trailed off, fidgeting awkwardly for a few moments.

"... [D-do... yu... su... suppeeku nihongo?]"

At least she made an attempt.

@Raineh Daze

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Unfortunately, they were not clear.

A heavy sensation would strike all three magical girls, as another shade crawled along the wall, entering the alleyway. It resembled a huge frog, bright red and orange lights lining the sides of its body as it eyelessly regarded the magical girls.

When it opened its mouth, its black tongue suddenly lashed out towards the girls!

@RolePlayerRoxas@Rin@Rune_Alchemist

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

Hoshiko wasn't sure what to think. She didn't understand any of this at all. Warped were attacking people within the city walls. Killing them.

A somewhat grim expression was on the girl's face as she considered that information once more. These people were supposed to be safe, and yet there were being killed in terrible ways. A part of her wished she already knew, so that she could have intervened before anyone got hurt. A part of her hated that it took this long for her to know.

The brunette took a deep breath, shoulders sagging.

"I don't really know what's going on, but..." she paused for a moment, glancing over the information again, "We have to stop it before anyone else gets hurt, so I'll do my best!"

Hoshiko raised one fist and clenched it in the air for emphasis, nodding to herself. But it quickly dawned on her that she had no idea where to start. She had to do something, but where did she even begin?

"Um... you said you needed addresses?" she asked, grabbing a map and spreading it out, "Tell me where they are and I'll start marking them down!"

Indeed, as soon as she was instructed, Hoshiko would begin to mark each address with a red X.

@PKMNB0Y@Mole@Laduguer

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

For a few moments, Seelay regarded the deer carefully. While it might have been difficult to tell from this distance for the others, she could discern clear streaks of blue in the fur of two of their number.

The wood elf nodded to herself wordlessly before whispering to her companions.

"Those deer," she began, gesturing to each of them in turn, "Are under the Kyrinth's protection. The remaining three are not. I can kill these two myself, as long as nothing breaks my line of sight."

Quietly, she indicated to the two ordinary deer nearest to one another. She was confident in her ability to lethally injure both of the animals before one could escape, which in her mind left only one of the three deer to the others.

As it should be. The more she had control over hunting, the better.

"The third of our number should focus on scaring off any predators who will be attracted by the commotion and the scent of blood. Wolves aren't inclined to approach us as prey, but they might try to steal from us."

Even as Seelay spoke, she was preparing to nock an arrow, awaiting the others to choose their roles and prepare

The moment they were ready and in position, she would loose two arrows aimed at piercing the deer she had selected through the heart or lungs.

@Rune_Alchemist@Cu Chulainn

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

On one hand, the dry heat both frame pilots were experiencing would begin to fade as they neared their destination.

Unfortunately, it was simply replaced by intense, oppressive humidity.

The northern portions of the Australian territories were considerably different from the outback's red sand-filled arid regions. Indeed, it could be considered to be nearly tropical in many regions, and in fact was home to a few rainforests as well. Indeed, the humidity was only growing as their surroundings became more and more flush with green.

Their destination was eventually visible.

The silver of steel. The grey of concrete. Some of it was visible, under the layers of vegetation and rust that had long since claimed the structure. It was a austere building, rectangular and grey. At least, it had been at one point. The entire front section of the research facility had been caved inwards by some tremendous force, scattered concrete and rebar laying all across the ground. This damage had allowed the plantlife to spread inwards with reckless abandon, groundcover sprouting all across the floor as vines spread across the walls, small saplings in locations that received enough light.

The structure certainly wasn't small, and apparently there was an underground section.

But navigating the forest that had reclaimed the facility's above-ground portion would just be the beginning.

At the very least, the birdsong that filled the forest indicated that nothing was disturbing the local wildlife. That, perhaps, would serve as an indicator of their solitude.

For the moment, at least.

The facility's reception desk was visible on further inspection.

A hallway choked with vegetation would lead them further inside.

@ERode@JDubs

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

"If that's the case, then deer are by far the superior option," responded Seelay, cocking her head skywards slightly. Indeed, the Pandilo was the target that the elf favored above all. Meat, scales, and a worthy hunt for someone of her level of skill. But when it came to other animals, the superior option was always the herbivore.

"Unless you are pressed, predator meats are much less suitable for consumption," she continued, regarding their chilly, evergreen surroundings carefully as she did, "While I understand that the townsfolk need to eat everything they can get, if they've got a choice I think most would prefer deer to wolf."

Predator meat was often tough and foul-tasting. This made the choice obvious in the silvery-haired archer's eyes. With that being said, there was the matter of the Kyrinth's kin being deer. She hadn't seen any of the deer under the Elder Beast's care on the way here, but she felt confident she could identify them easily if she needed to. Her eyes were very keen, even the slightest hint of blue in the deer's fur would signal it was not to be targeted.

"It's not just that, though," Seelay continued, "Wolves are vital to the health of this forest, and there's far less of them then there are deer. Kill too many, and the deer will go out of control until they eat too much of the resources and starve themselves. Kill the wolves who lead their packs, and new pups will not understand how to be wolves and may prove to be a threat as they grow."

Not only that, but wolves were sometimes prone to acts of revenge. Not that Seelay believed she would be in any danger from an attack by virtually any animal, but she couldn't say the same for the townsfolk.

"The deer, at least the ones not under the care of an Elder Beast, are much more capable of adjusting to the loss of their numbers."

@Rune_Alchemist@Cu Chulainn

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

While two of her daggers hit true, fading into blue light moments after, the rest were unable to reach their target in spite of Fio's layered offensive spellcasting. More worrying then that, however, was the manner in which the Fomorian shrugged off the injuries so swiftly and responded with two daggers of his own.

The petite witch had no choice but to construct a barrier as quickly as possible, without even being able to verbally cast. The resulting circle of light was thin, fragile, conjured as swiftly as she could manage. As such, it shattered almost instantly upon the dagger's impact, sending them hurtling off in different directions but also transferring their impact to the small girl's body. The air whipped past her as Fio was thrown backwards, holding her hat and by extension Mieka on her head as she fell from her floating barrier.

It was only just barely that was was able to form another barrier before she hit the ground, catching herself in mid-air. Had she fallen all the way, it was quite likely she would have been injured.

The Fomorian was quite capable of enduring pain, that much was obvious.

Fio scowled as she regained her footing, thrusting her gleaming sword into the sky. She was going to catch him with a direct hit this time, she had to!

"Create five phantom swords, from above!"

At the absolute edge of the range of her ability to manifest swords, she materialized the first phantom blade in the air. Each subsequent blade formed somewhat closer, a line forming above the Formorian and pointing downwards. Certainly, from this distance the would be more unstable, but it meant at the very least the moment they dropped he would be forced to disengage to the side. He would be struck if he didn't move, and if he tried to evade by moving backwards the other blades would catch him.

If Fio could start controlling his movements, she'd be able to lock him down!

@Rune_Alchemist@FrogRFlowR@Pyromania99