Yankee

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

^{Outside Phenac City Precept Gym}

“You full?”

“Da!”

“Brimmin’ with energy?”

“Ru!”

“Rarin’ to go?!”

”Maaaaa!”

The fiery pair shared a moment of resounding laughter together outside of their chosen restaurant, uncaring if they disrupted the strangers around them. Zita wasn’t an intentionally rude person, but she came from Unova - the land of the loud and home of the boisterous. Plus, she was on vacation! Sort of. The red head was serious about training in Orre, but it was also her first time outside of her home region. Neither she nor her Pokemon took the “when in Poke-Rome” approach, preferring to let their hearts lead. And their stomachs as it were, but now that that was taken care of, trainer and Pokemon were eager to get a move on.

“Okay, so stadium or gym?” Zita thought aloud, looking down at her partner. Bo returned her look with wide eyes and an equally wide grin. Of course, they’d already decided on gym! It was a more familiar concept to Zita, so long as it was the same kind of thing the Pokemon League had going on in other regions.

Bo let out a happy chirp and spun in place, before striking a sloppy pose and pointing towards the building in question on the upper level.

“Lead the way!” The teenager instructed, and her little partner wasted no time in doing just that. Bo shot away and up the stairs, this time keeping to a fairly straightforward path. Once outside of the gym, the Darumaka skidded to a halt, toppling over himself at the end. He wasn’t injured, and merely left himself roll a bit before getting up and running in circles in front of the entrance, making quite a spectacle.

Soon enough his trainer arrived on the scene, her bright red hair appearing over the staircase as she climbed it. Her eyes roamed all over the gym’s outside, giving it a proper once over. It… didn’t look impressive at all! What the heck?

Fate/Aureum Mea

Let's all stay alive

"Out of both of us, which do you think is the 'bad guy'?"

Name: Baroness Sephoria Luise Montfaucon
Affiliation: Mage’s Association, Montfaucon Family, French Nobilities
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Nationality: French

Birthdate: 6th of May
Blood Type: O+
Magic Circuit Quality: B
Magic Circuit Quantity: C
Origin: “Drive”
Elemental Affinity: Water

Appearance:
Sephoria is moderately tall compared to the average woman, standing at 5’7’’ (69cm). She has plush thighs, a large bust, and clear skin - attractive traits she is fairly proud of. She takes good care of her hair and body, both the insides and the out. Sephoria normally dresses in frills, skirts and accessories; everything about her look boldly reads “feminine.”

Personality:
Polite, but not a pushover. Knowledgeable, but willing to learn. Talented, but humble. Over the years these traits have been driven into Sephoria in order to become the pinnacle of her family, like all women before her. She isn’t resentful or anything like that, in fact she appreciated the manners courses. Without them, she would surely be seen as an aggressive, goal-driven maniac. She pursues her wants and needs relentlessly. Like many magi, a layman’s concept of “morality” is foreign to her. She is intrigued by what others consider “good,” even if it may differ from her own expectations. Despite her seemingly perfect personality, she has one secret weak point. She is a fan of romance, and especially weak to men. Cute, handsome, sexy - if they even attempt to charm her, they will likely succeed. She needs to find a good partner for her future heirs after all!

Background:
The mage family of Montfaucon isn’t the most ancient one, but it claims to trace it’s roots as far back as Louis IX of France, even stating that the saint’s blood originated from their line. The veracity of this claim hasn’t been verified, but nor has it been disproven. Those magi who choose to believe it place the Montfaucon family in high standing, but not just for that reason: the family consistently produces quality heirs, and Sephoria is no different.

Sephie, as she likes to be called, is an only child. From a young age she showed promise as a talented magus. She was expected to carry the family as it’s next matriarch, the Montfaucons slowly and steadily increasing their influence, power, and crest. This is a responsibility she has no qualms about - in face she’s always been excited to take over the family’s legacy. However, at eighteen, when Sephie inherited her mother’s crest and officially became the head of the Montfaucon family, she radically shifted the family’s direction.

See, during her years of study both at her family’s estate and the clocktower of London, she couldn’t shake a specific thought. It kept coming to her mind again and again.

“Why do good people die?”

“Good” is subjective, she knew, but she thought the world would be so much better off if life could be preserved. Seeking the extension of life, or even everlasting life, wasn’t an uncommon goal for magi… but it wasn’t the Monfaucon’s way. They had always been a family of steady progress with basic foundations. Now though, they followed Sephoria as she delved into the arts of necromancy and miracles. Once being informed of the Grail War, she wasted no time in traveling to participate. Besides her goal of winning and reaching the Root like any true magus, she was particularly interested in summoning the ultimate familiar: a heroic spirit, a “good” soul brought back to a facsimile of life. And, perhaps, if she worked to find a way to “keep” this spirit…?

Abilities:

• Montfaucon Family Crest
  • Allegedly dating back 800 years. It is a stockpile of her ancestor’s power. Despite it’s age, due the nature of the family all the spells stored inside are fairly simple ones that Sephie has already mastered. However it still supports her casting and has the ability to keep her alive should she take heavy but not instantly lethal damage.
• Basic Magecraft
  • The creation and maintaining, and destruction of bounded fields and familiars, as well as
    basic reinforcement magecraft and low level curses for self defence. Transference of power to make vessels to store mana and the like.
• Alchemy
  • The Montfaucon family is adept at alchemy, studying the creation and control of matter. They use it to create vessels of all kinds, as well as potions with various attributes.
• Transmutation
  • Turning “something” into “something else,” another skill the Montfaucon are notable in. More than basic metals, they can alter the properties and configuration of many materials so long as they aren’t “alive.” Transmuting deceased flesh is something Sephora has managed before, but she has a hard time with it.
• Amateur Necromancy
  • Creating a vessel of life is step one of Sephora’s goals. Rather than go the homunculus
    route, she believes that natural flesh may hold onto the soul a bit longer. In conjunction with her transmutation, she has been experimenting with zombies and usually likes to keep a few around her. They aren’t suitable for combat but might serve as a good meat shield in a pinch.

Equipment:

• Mystic Code: Azoth Blade
  • A small, intricate dagger in similar fashion to the father of alchemy’s own. It functions as a magic wand of sorts, amplifying and directing mana to help casting spells.
• Mystic Code: Tome of Mortal Toil
  • A creation of Sephoria’s own. Her ultimate goal is to create a true phylactery, but has had no success so far. She uses the book to record and store details about life and death, as well as capturing human souls for various uses such as experimentation and energy sources.
• The Basics
  • Her luggage containing clothes, money, and tools of her trade: chalks, potions, candles, herbs and other plantlife, minerals, papers, etc.

Command Spells

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Oof that is one fancy image down there Sly!

edit: as far as discord goes, I'm fine either way.

What Are You Listening To?

Forsaken

With the Warforged’s introduction, Flick beamed up at the metallic being. Something about the big guy just tickled him. But Nemorad didn’t keep Flick’s attention for long, being a Warforged of few words. Soon enough the others at their table were discussing their theories and plans amidst exchanging names. The genasi was more than happy to lean back in his chair and listen to what they all had to say, though it was all things he heard before for the most part. When you got hired to take wannabe detectives into the woods, you heard a lot of theories. Some Flick thought were plausible, some he thought were outright stupid and crazy - but everything brought up by the people immediately around him seemed well informed. He supposed that being brought together in the particular way they were, their benefactor would have made sure there was no one off their rocker. Then again…

He glanced over to the bar area where the hot head and kobold chef were.

...yeah, maybe a few of them were a little unhinged. Maybe just stressed, though.

Flicker committed all of their names to memory. He couldn’t really say it was nice to meet them all, but it was interesting for sure. He even laughed at the human girl - Faint’s - joke.

“Hey, a sense of humor. Gonna need that in this town,” he chuckled. Eventually his gaze settled on the yet unnamed man and his… skeletal friend. Now, this man’s proposal was intriguing. That wasn’t to say that Flick liked the idea of raising a zombie or ghost and asking it a bunch of questions - in fact it made his skin crawl just to think of it - but he was right. Surely some of the deceased had seen something.

“I think Goliath-Guy is on to somethin’,” Flick said hesitantly, “but I don’t particularly wanna be around for that interrogation.”

He turned to Faint. “I don’t suggest splittin’ up if one group is heading out to trail. More than the wildlife, there’re plenty of im-be-ciles runnin’ around tryin’ to claim the reward for solvin’ this mess. Im-be-ciles that don’t play nice.” The genasi shrugged one shoulder, finishing off his drink. “Splittin’ up in town shouldn’t be a problem though.”

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I stole your formatting Stone

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^{Sando: Evening}

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Ah, Hawke had called him eager. Did he seem eager? It was true that Asante was very much looking forward to this job and taking on more responsibilities with the guild, but he wasn’t looking to betray his carefully crafted “shell,” the serious disposition he liked to put forward, regardless if most older Runners could already see through it easily.

"I heard," he confirmed with the other man with a nod, and despite himself Asante could barely fight the small smile growing on his face. Okay, he was a little eager.

His expression instantly changed back to neutral with the arrival of two - wait, three others. Two women, one human and one fae, as well as… That skavver. Really? It was hard to believe the guildmaster would assign the Zitan to this job, but who was he to question it. Asante had to grasp of hand language at all so he took to staring at the Zitan while Hawke handled the questions. Even as the woman, Karissa apparently, made some very suspect remarks Asante did little more than look at the people gathered. Look intensely. Glared at them, even. The young man crossed his arms and clamped his mouth shut tight should he let anything rude slip out. Didn’t want to make a mess of his first mission, after all. His displeasure was very clear on his face as he took stock of the group himself.

First, Hawke and Torvin - who’d just arrived with an armored man in tow. Asante completely trusted the veteran Runners, no issues there. The paladin he’d seen around a few times, never spoken to him but the man seemed capable. Next, Iyana. She was… confusing, but competent. Skahn, the Zitan, had been more or less actively avoided since Asante had first seen it - or, them - in the middle of his thoughts Asante scratched the back of his head and let out a single, hot puff of breath.

"I’ll ride alongside if it’s all the same," Asante said, choosing Team Boga. He did quite like the animals and he felt… not afraid of Skahn, who’d already been placed in the schooner, but... well, he didn’t really know how to process how he felt. Although Asante had steered clear of the Zitan as much as possible, he’d also kept an eye on them. They were nice, totally unlike the skavvers he was used to.

Lastly, the mage Karissa. She seemed to be close in age to him, and skilled with magic. Though despite her claim that she’d support them, she seemed to have some kind of issue with the Sunrunners at large, so could that claim really be trusted?

Asante thought on all of this as he went to move further into the stables, but he stopped short and thought it might be wise to introduce himself first.

"My name is Asante, by the way. Sunrunner," he punctuated the word with an intentional meeting of Karissa’s eyes before he moved on, feigning politeness, "looking forward to working with you all."

With that out of the way Asante picked out a shorter Boga with a brilliant purple mane of feathers. He gave the creature’s neck a quick and affectionate caress then began to saddle it up.

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Current Mood in One Gif

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Still around by the by, will catch up in my next post

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Compared to the previous night's meal, the freshly baked goods laid on the table before the group were practically heavenly. Not that Taras was one to complain about the quality of food, especially in this day and age... well, publicly complain. He was convinced whatever they'd left for them at the old barn barely qualified as bread. He'd eaten worse, but given the choice again he might have opted to chase down a rabbit or something instead.

"Another," the large man instructed, catching a server's eyes and gesturing to the pot of coffee. It was rapidly disappearing, but all the agents needed it after the scuffle in the woods. Now that they'd made it into town, Taras gladly ate his fill, ignoring the rest of the world outside the confines of their shared table. He ignored it, but wasn't unaware of it - even in broad daylight surrounded by fancy sights, sounds and smells, it would be dangerous and downright unprofessional not to take stock of the restaurant. It wasn't the only thing Taras was keeping an eye on either.

During their battle, three out of four agents' abilities were revealed. Yonaka, despite her devil may care attitude, had an incredibly powerful and versatile stand. Oscuro, small and fiesty, had a stand with a just as impressive ability. They were both a great deal larger than Taras' own stand, and better suited for battle too. Which left one among them who remained a mystery...

Lilliane - who somehow had procured a new coat from somewhere? - most definitely had a stand of some kind. It was only logical, given that the rest of them did. It was the reason they'd come together to investigate in the first place. While the women seemed to be getting along better overnight, Taras couldn't feel at ease when someone knew something about him and he couldn't say the same. To ask upfront would be embarrassing and weak-minded, but his heavy gaze wasn't at all subtle and likely betrayed his thoughts easily to those in the business of people watching.

Speaking of people watching, Taras turned his attention to the stage, though he snorted at Yonaka's comment about "Paree." He was really beginning to find her more humorous than annoying, but that was a thought for another time. For now, the music and dance. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a show. It was kind of nice. Though the woman wasn't really his type.

"We should begin thinking about our next move," Taras eventually said to the group at large. What a buzzkill.