Xaltwind

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

I'd rather fail a "questline" and act out my character's personality and quriks, rather than meta-game and treat the story and world as a min-max-y game. If this has consequences, my character will just hafta suck it up and deal with it when it happens, and if they can't... Well, not all stories have happy endings~

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Monk was being a doo-doo head, so Relica had to punish him.

Yes. Had to. It was obligatory.

This will undobutedly have no foreseeable consequences for the taskforce what so ever!

...

...

No, you shut up!

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Relica

@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree

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Kerry's words about beating the monk up had barely left the hornet's mouth, before a whirring octo-arm from Relica's backpack came zooming past. The extended mechanical limb grabbed hold of the monk's torso and then retracted him towards the gremlin - in a quick, jerking motion that most certainly wasn't pleasant.

"You absolute piece of crap..." Were the words that seeped out of the tiny monster's gritted teeth.

Anyone who was looking at Miss Umbra-Nox would notice the electric, blazing hostility in her golden eyes as they stared at the monk as if trying to bore a hole straight through the man. There was no longer any sign of sarcasm or casually insullting passive-aggressiveness. ALl that flickered in the eyes of the little green lady's eyes right at this point was hate and anger, pure and unbridled.

"We come here, to this piece of backwards-thinking pile of stagnant horse-shit you call an island, in order to save your asses 'cuz you can't do it yourselves... And this is what we get? You refuse to answer our questions, you tell us to risk ourselves to help your people, who're more afraid of us than the Varjans... And then... THEN! When we get to where you wanna go, there's nothing wrong with anyone except some dumbass brat who ate fungi he found on a wall, and you mock us?" Relica's words were more hissed and snarled rather than spoken at this point. [color=lime]"... And as if that ain't enough, you then have the nerve to call someone who got herself hurt while protecting your sorry, useless peoples' asses an unfeeling...gggghhhghh...!"/color]

With a whipping motion of her robotic arm, the monk - helplessly held a foot and a half above ground until just now - was flung haplessly through the house. Into a wall. With a loud bang. And then the falling onto the floor with a thud. And then the awkward silence that followed... Well, at least until the gremlin stomped on over and stood next to the man, who was now sprawled out on the floor.

"Hey.... Baldie... If all you wanted to do was to go and visit your bitch and your illegit kid, then all you had to do was say so. I wouldn't have taken you here, but someone else in this taskforce probably would've. No need for elaborate lies about non-infectious diseases... No need for biting your tongue whenever we ask how you know things you sensibly couldn't know...! No need for any of it, ya shit!" Relica growled.

Then, she let out a deep, pent-up breath of air. And took another big one, to calm herself down. She gave the mother a very venomous glance, then turned and walked on over back to Kerry's side. With an enraged and forceful tug, she more slammed than slid the screen door to the house open. As she now stood in the doorway, the little, angry ball of rage looked back inside.

"Ker, Eula, I'm heading back to the temple. If you wanna stick around and help this lying sack of garbage, be my guest. But I'm done putting up with this." Her statement was very clear, as was her intetions. She looked overe at Eula in particular. "Listen, whatever you decide to do Eula, come and find me at the temple, I'll get to work patching your arm back up, okay? And don't take any risks fighting more Varjans on this crap-sack's behalf."

With that, the gremlin left the abode, steam still fuming from her fuzzy big ears. As Kerry might remember, one of the best ways to tick off the gremlin was to insult or bad-mouth any members of the golem-family of monsters. And while she had learned to reel that sort of behavior in back home, because assaulting CO's and higher-ranking military officials got your locked up - repeatedly - there was no such risk here. The worst that could happen? The monster-hating people of Shizuyama kept hating monsters. Oh no, what a compelling hook to keep the taskfroce in che-- waaaaaaiiiiiit a minute...!

With thoughts like these, Relica began slowly makiing her way back the trail they'd travelled to get here. Back to the temple, and her workbench. There were things and stuff she wanted to get our and prepare before Eula got back. She ws also secretly hoping Kerry would kick the monk a few times while he was down... Y'know, for good measure.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Well... Time to burn down an entire village and blame it on the Varjans I see~

... Oh, and hope temple interiors aren't a "no smoke" zone. :3

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Shizuka never learns that the monster girls ain't gonna listen to his lectures, huh? :P

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Enkryption, @The Irish Tree

Hah, I greatly enjoyed that post. <3

Carrol vs. Whimsy

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Relica

@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree

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What was this? Some kind of pre-prepared roast? How!? They didn't even know her! The gremlin was getting more and more red, overall, as the situation progressed within the humble home of the mother who left her suppsoedly ill and only child in the care of two complete strangers, who were monsters to boot. The boy had blurted out his misunderstanding as soon as the monk and his mama had returned, and now they were jumping on the band-wagon too!

"Listen here, ya dolts! I. AM. NOT. TOGETHER. WITH. THAT. BUMBLE-BIMBO! Got it!?" Relica's raised voice and flailing arms were quite noticeable. In fact, it would probably has come as a shock to anyone if she'd thrown herself onto the floor, on hter back, and started spinning around in a circle while kicking her legs, flailing her arms and screaming. Luckily, the gremlin had just enough dignity not to do that.

Then the door to the house slid open, and in came the source of this whole issue.

"Yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu........!" An enraged Relica hissed in a most menacing way.

However, before she could move on over and strangle Kerry with all four of her robotic octo-arms, at the same time, something... Happened. The horney was strangely calm and slid the door shut behind herself, then taking up a position to block it completely. Furthemore, the expression on her face and look in her eyes gave Relica pause to figure out that something had happened, and now wasn't the time to settle personal matters of any sort.

... Even if she really, really, really wanted to...

Listening to the mercenary hornet's little observations, the cogs and gears in the gremlin's own head slowly began to turn. Yes, there was a whole lot fo things about this little trip that hadn't made much sense from the start. How had the monk known about the diseased location if he hadn't been there? How did he know it wasn't contagious? How'd he known the Varjans had gone through and pillaged it? And if that was the case, why wasn't this village more broken down and battered? There were a lot of possibilities and answers to all of these questions, of course.

Perhaps the monk had run away from the village himself, and come to the temple to fetch help? Or perhaps someone had sent him a message or come to see him? Perhaps, just klike with the villagers they rescued on their way here, this wasn't the actual destination but rather yet another side-tour that the monk had led them to as part of his altruistic agenda? But, there was one thing that stood out above all else to Relica now that she thought about it.

The monk.

Not only had he been polite and respectful to her when they had first met, but he had also shown interest - and more importantly, knowledge - about the world outside of Shizuyama. Now granted, he could be a subordinate of that Ayu-woman and be less hostile to monsters on that fact alone, but that still didn't explain how or why he knew about technology and magic beyond this little island. As far as Relica knew and had been told, the locals of this island pretty much didn't interact much with the countries or realms beyond their borders, aside from the random diplomatic talks and aid with The Order.

So, why was he so interested and impressed by her technology and gadgets? That lord tamashi or whatever his name was had said as much himself: His people wouldn't like her, or her gizmos and machines. So, why? Why was this monk, a man of spiritual and ascetic mind and principles, asking about and showing interest in such things? For someone like that, who was supposed to have a steadfast belief and rigid conviction in his teachings, to be swayed by a mere few good deeds by creatures he'd been raised to know to hate and fear? Something was fishy.

Relica folded her arms, as per usual when she was upset. She didn't say anything immediately though. Dog-piling onto the monk right now could lead to complications. It was better to handle things carefully right now. When kerry asked about her question from earlier, the one that she'd actually asked twice and both times the monk had ignored to answer, she just nodded. The gremlin then looked at Eula.

"Eula, do me a favor. Look around the house a bit and see if you can find any signs that Varjans' been through here. Also, could you do a scan of the surroudings? Let me know if you sense or find anyone in an out-of-place spot, okay? " She requested from the automaton. Then, turning to look at the monk. "I'm afraid you've used up the last shred of my good will, baldie. Now, nobody except Eula here is going to leave this house until we get some answers. Actual answers. Not vague, hand-wavey explanations, not excuses." Relica's eyes almost sparked with an electric intensity. "You can start by answering my dearly beloved's questions. I have some of my own you'll be answering afterwards." She finished. The way she spoke when calling Kerry her dearly beloved was clearly sarcastic and exaggerated.

But now wasn't the time play games. Now was the time to grab a supposed man of the cloth by the scruff of his neck and shake him vigorously until he spilled the beans! ... On... Whatever it was... That ... He was hiding... Yeah! JUSTICE!

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Paulhaynek
Hush you. :T

Now to have a certain gremlin throw a temper-tantrum for being accused of being together with a muscle-bimbo. And then promptly plan the demise of said muscle-bimbo.

Oh, right, and I need to do that whole collab thingy with the nurararararihyaan too.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Now that I no longer havea fever, and can somewhat tell what I'm saying and doing, I decided to try again.

I felt like we were lacking in the department of native Zipangu-monsters, so I went ahead and made one. Hopefully, we can all get along and be the bestest of friends!

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Appearance:

Name: Musubi no Yoruhana // Yoruhana no Musubi

Race: Nurarihyon (Temptress Family subspecies)

Magic/Abilities/Equipment:

• Mistress of the Night: The Nurarihyon are high-ranking monsters of Zipangu, and as such it should come as no surprise that they enjoy an ample supply of powers. The ability to manipulate darkness, shadows and light, the power to cause illusions, hallucinations and fear, the the conjuring, appication and breaking of curses, as well as vastly superior strength, speed, vitality and senses to that of any ordinary human. Furthemore they can see perfetly well in the dark, even without any light at all, and are higjly resistant to all forms of dark, shadow or negative energy-based magic or attacks. They also possess a large amounts of magic energy, making them formidable spellcasters.
• Dark Sorcery: As with all Nurarihyon, Musubi is very skilled and well-versed in the art of dark magic. From using it to attack and inflict pain, to causing devestation and destruction, to creating familiars or illusory threats/obstacles, the powers of the dark, the shadows and the unholy bend to her whim! Or something like that. Things like going invisible, creating body-doubles or crushing opponents with a tar-like wave of concentrated malice are all equally easy to this sorceress of the night.
• Magic Tattoos: Like most other Nurarihyon, Musubi's body is home to several mystic tatoos, which in turn bestow a variety of benefits to her. In total she has three tatoos, with the largest providing her with resistance to physical attacks. The second provides a resistane to things like charms, hexes, curses or other debilitating effects or ailments. The last, and smallest of the three, provides a minor resistance to all forms of magic attacks or damage. Note that the bigger the tattoo is, the bigger the boon it gives - as such, her final third tattoo only gives a very minor amount of protection when compared to the other two.
• Smoke'n Mirrors: Musubi's kiseru/pipe is a magic item that, aside from being used to smoke tobacco, can be used as a weapon. In practice, it can summon four varieties of different cloud or fog-like effects. The first is a noxious, horribly smelling cloud of stinking fumes, which causes anyone with a sense of smell who enters it to become nauseous and feel like they're about to hurl. The second is a cloud of acid, which will burn sensitive areas like the eyes, nostrils and inside of the throat, but is particularly dangerous to metal items, as it will eat away and erode them. The third is a cloud of choking, toxic gas which will strangle any breathing creature inside of it. Initially it only renders the victim unconscious but if remaining inside of it for too long, the knocked-out victim may suffocate and die. The final fog is an incindiary cloud, which sets everything and anything inside of it on fire and burns it or them as long as they remain inside. Musubi can freely control and decide which of these fog-type spells to use, but they all have a limited range and size, and should she leave the vicinity, the effects quickly disappears. To anyone but a Nurarihyon, this item is nothing more than a pipe, so stealing it is pointless, other than robbing Musubi of its powers.
• Yoru no Yaiba: The wakizashi that Musubi carries with her is a special, enchanted weapon forged for her per request. It is a non-lethal weapon that drains the vitality and stamina of those it cuts, without actually drawing blood or harming them. The blades does however still inflict pain and the sensation of being cut by it is still there, meaning it still hurts just as much as a regular weapon to be struck with. Furthemore, the blade has a small curse placed upon it, dimming the vision of anyone who is struck by it. This effect stacks and gets more serious the more times one is hit, eventually causing blindness. It is only a temporary curse though, and will eventually vanish on its own. The blade is also enchanted to ignore non-enchanted or non-magic armor, cutting through solid steel plate as if it wasn't there at all. Musubi, however, doesn't like to fight and only uses this weapon as a sidearm or means to defend herself in a pinch, as such, the sword is rarely ever drawn or used. When she does use it though, the temptress is proficient enough to be called a competent swordsman, though she's by no means an expert or master.
• Silky Kimono: Musubi's short kimono is silky and soft, as well as stylish and fetching. Made from a combination of moonmoth silk and ushi-oni strings, it is a light, but incredibly durable, piece of fabric. It has been enchanted to also be both self-cleaning and repair itself, should it ever get torn. However, aside from those two things, and looking really good, it is not but a piece of attire.
• Lighteater Bloom: The flower that Musubi wears in her hair as an accessory is more than just a piece of fashion. It is actually an unwithering magic flower from a Dark Demon Realm, which has the property of absorbing light and holy energy - albeit in a very minor regard. The piece of cloth she uses in conjunction with this in order to tie her hair is also enchanted with the same kind of protection, together giving her a lesser ward against this sort of magic - which would normally be more effective against her kind.

Personality:
Musubi is a calm, collected and cool lady with a mature air and charm about her. It would take quite a lot to get any sort of larger or more intense reaction out of her, a result of having lived a very long life and both seen, heard and experienced a great many things. This doesn't mean she's completely unflappable or immune to surprises or unexpected situations, but for the most part her reactions and responses are rather subtle and muted.

While she has a pleasant and approachable demeanor most the time, she can be quite haughty and nonchalantly condescending. When her rudeness or backhanded way of speaking to others is brought up, she merely apologizes insincerely and laughs it off melodically, as if it were no issue or fault of hers. The nurarihyon is self-confident, brave and bold, but not necessarily arrogant or pompous - as she doesn't brag about her own power or capabilities unless someone brings up the topic.

While Musubi is mostly patient and calm, she's got very low tolerance for incompetence or failure, and gets easily annoyed with those who come up short - especially when they had all the means with which to succeed. She's the type to hold grudges for a very long time and shows no mercy, concern or empathy to those who've earned her scorn. Regaining her favor or getting on her good side if you've managed to offend or anger her is also extremely difficult and time-consuming, to the point that most people wouldn't have what it takes to manage it. She pities the dumb or dull-minded while she mocks the braggarts and self-righteous.

As a high-ranking monster, she's very intelligent, clever and cunning, prone to playing mind-games and telling white lies, even when there's no need to. She's also a bit of a voyeur, prefering to watch and not get personally involved, finding more amusement and enjoyment in seeing how others handle situations or predicaments. of course, if the need arises, or she runs out of patience, she'll interfere herself. Unlike many Zipangu-natives though, Musubi doesn't habe any pre-conceptions that foreigners are more barbaric or inferior to the people and monsters of Zipangu, and she's actually rather open-minded and tolerant - especially since her looks and charms tend to attract both humans, monsters, men and women, and she doesn't discriminate.

Due to her long life, Musubi's also developed a talent for reading people - both their faces, tone of voice, body-language and even their breathing. Because of this, she's very hard to fool or lie to, and she can quite readily tell if someone's being honest or not when they speak to her. She obviously can't read minds and if you're good enough, got a great poker-face and got a really good handle on your emotions, then you can probably deceive her - but it'll take a lot of effort to do so. Besides this though, she's for the most part easy-going, has a sense of humor, is open and approachable and is quite easy to perceive as a mature and likeable upper-class noblewoman, if a bit sharp-tongued and mischievous at times.

She loves smoking tobacco, fun but organized banquets, moon-viewing, cherry blossom-viewing, alcohol, soft music, night-time and sincere, honest people. She dislikes dogs, off-key singing, sour foods, unwarranted bragging or self-importance, The Order, cloudless sunny days, parasites and liars/dishonest people.

Background:
Musubi hails from the Zipangu ilse of Tatemori. There, she's lived for the better part of these past 600 years. She isn't fond of speaking of her past or bringing up her age, but its safe to assume she had a rather well-off upbringing - given that she can play most Zipangu-native instruments, do calligraphy, sing and dance, read and wrrite, do mathematics and has skills and experience in a leadership-capacity.

She reveals that she's traveled a bit outside of Zipangu, visiting both the western lands as well as the Mist Continent (albeit only once for the latter). But the maority of her life has been spent in the Zipangu-region, in and around her home island, or its neighbours.

When the Varjans decided to invade Shizuyama, Musubi watched with moderate interest at first. However, as the days passed and the threat wasn't repelled, she eventually lost patience and decided to pay a vist to Shizuyama herself. Only as she was about to leave was she approached by a messenger from Otomo Isle, under the direction of the Lady Inari there. Amused by the prospect of a fox-youkai gathering a force of monsters to aid the foolish and weak Shizuyamans, Musubi took it upon herself to travel to and meet this fox... And then decide on what to do next after that.

_{(Demon or Griffon)}

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

16/04/2023

Brandy Vanillarin's items and equipment-list has been updated.