A Lowly Wretch

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

I'll see to getting a response up sometime tomorrow myself.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Got my post up. I would have asked what Wadanohara's fears were prior to posting but I felt like the post was delayed enough as it stood. My apologies for the delays all the same.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Daisy

As soon as the music started to influence her emotion to a supernatural degree her reaction was to calmly but quickly produce a notation scroll and quill from a pocket located inside her robes. Taking the quill, a feather plucked from a particularly large raven from her home realm, she pressed the tip against her tongue. The deep black ink which always filled her mouth stained the tip of the pen allowing her to begin noting the changes and effects produced by the music. While she figured this type of empathic magic was largely used purely for showmanship both she and her loyal servant were still on edge despite the music. They'd be more concerned but such was the nature of the music effecting them, dulling the fine edge of their misanthropy and paranoia. Despite the potential danger this presented however it also was useful to document and observe should she find an instant to attempt such magic herself.

So she stood, scroll in hand and ready to put to ink what Wadanohara had up her sleeve for the next performance. Neither her nor Thanatos were aware of the danger brewing by the castle, at least not yet. Daisy did also take into mind the fears which stood above Wadanohara herself. People's fears and the strength of said fears were rarely far from her mind given their presence and impact in her life.

L'Mordryn Academy

Nettle

"I apologize for my sister again, Nettle..."

"Hhh... No hharm done." She assured her, none too disturbed by the numerous disturbances around her. It seemed the summoner behind the black cat receded and she was no longer being force fed sweets so she returned to eating her soup. There seemed to be some disturbance off in the distance, some students caught up in strife with each other's summons it seemed. It did not bother her. Every day was like this in the cafeteria. The day someone wasn't getting injured by someone or by their summon would be the day she'd officially call 'Kinda weird'.

So she ate her soup. She overheard Livia and Odhra discussing heading down to the library for their first free period which so happened to also be her own free period.

"Hh-I will be hheading down to hthe library... As I hhh usually do." She affirmed. After calming finishing her soup and tea she gathered up her things and made her way back to one of the cafeteria booths. As was usual for her mornings she picked up a large bowl from the silverware distribution stands and filled it with water at one of the food stands.

With the water in hand she made her way over to the courtyard, careful to make her way through the throngs of busy students all making their way to their respective classes, at least among those who didn't have their morning as their free period. Eventually she made her way to the courtyard where she saw a large rooted tree among the smaller less extraordinary trees. This was of course her summon, the Nidhogen. She didn't even need to be linked to it to tell that this particular plant growth was it's body set and rooted. This was it's method for adopting other forms separate from it. She had seen it happen before so it was not unfamiliar a process to her.

"Hhh... I hshall leave this water for your hhh... return." She placed the bowl neatly at the base of the tree. With the water delivered to her summon, at least where it left it's main form, she began upon her way to the library. She would reunite with Livia and Odhra on their way there.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Zun - Airport

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Just as he was about to eat an unhealthy diet of led some jacked looking nomad jumped between him and the young lady, deflecting their shots off him like hail off a car roof. While this was certainly a cheesy spectacle as the guy seemed to be eating all of this attention up Al was never one to stop and gawk, his attention immediately back on the frightened young woman and, consequently, the men who were after her.

Of course one human sized piece of cover was by far not enough to keep an entire squad of dudes from getting shots in at him. Just as the young lady held herself tight against him several rounds rang forth, hitting him dead on. He grimaced slightly as piping hot led splattered against his cheek, the bullets impacting his skin and flattening out like rain drops against concrete. Each bullet that hit him was met with a momentary glow beneath the surface of the skin that was hit, his skin turning a radiant sky blue as his energy reflexively hardened his body in passive response to the incoming attacks.

While these troops were equipped to deal with most nomad's defenses against mundane attacks and regular firearms even the shots that hit him dead on did little more than break skin. He remained hunched over the small frame of the girl as he started to move, careful not to expose any part of her to the oncoming gunfire that struck him. That was of course until their weird red Splinter Cell-esque agent made his entrance.

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Al grit his teeth, scowling with contempt for these Eclipse guys or whatever she called them. Killing some normal security personnel for no good reason was a real shitty thing to do. Having been on the receiving end of such an attack he knew full well the only reason he wasn't dead right now was because of what he was. Dead like that guy there was, crushed under the boot of some good-for-nothing punk with nothing better to do than pull shit on people who have no business being involved. He was already pissed that these guys would try and shoot up some poor girl and go to the lengths of shooting up an entire airport just to isolate her but this? This was personal.

But this wasn't some street fight. The girl cowering behind him was at risk of being murdered by these homicidal gestapo and he wasn't about to throw down when someone else's life was on the line. He looked at the hooded guy dead in his glowing red goggles, the air between them metaphorically crackling like static as the tension held despite the gunfire and chaos surrounding. The fact this guy was gunning for him right here and now remained true. The moment to their clash so ever close yet for that moment time felt to be crawling past like even it knew that once past the threshold there was no turning back.

And in that moment Al made a conscious decision. He raised his left hand and flipped the middle finger at this guy. After that it all came together like thunder after the lightning.

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He spun on his heels and grabbed the girl tight. Even despite the rampant booming of gunfire filling the air he could hear the squeal of the assassin's boots against the floor tiles. Before the blades attached to the assassin's arms could strike him Al kicked off the floor, leaping up to the second floor with ease. It was one of the many benefits of being very strong without being weighed down by hundreds of pounds of muscle.

"Hold tight and don't look down!" Al ordered her over the din of mayhem, glancing down to see what the assassin was doing. The hooded killer's feet were squared, the subtle mechanical pneumatic supports that boosted this killer's physical abilities kicking into action as he braced to jump.

Crap. Al could tell this ninja wannabe was going to come up to the second floor for him. That didn't change Al's course but it did complicate what little of a plan he had cobbled together. Not waiting a second longer Al launched himself towards the windows overlooking the landing strip. Simultaneous to that he channeled his power into her, bestowing half of his protection into her. It was going to be a rough landing but being half as hard as a diamond would be more than enough for either of them to withstand it.

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SMASH!

Al's frame hurtled through the window like a rocket propelled brick, thousands upon thousands of shards of glass raining out from behind them. Arcing through the air they soared for nearly a hundred feat, his trajectory taking them right over a parked airplane. Despite the speed at which he had launched them they seemed to linger as they reached the peak of their jump. It was as though he was weightless for that brief moment, the feeling of soaring seeming to linger until the pull of her weight reminded him that gravity still reigned supreme. She would notice it too, that moment where it felt almost as though they were floating just a little longer than would be natural.

Thud.

Al had angled his jump so he'd be at the bottom of the landing. When they hit the ground it was a remarkably soft landing, nowhere near as hard a landing as one might think falling from the top floor of a building would pack. This was no new experience for Al, just something that seemed to be a fact of life since he was a child. Falling hurt, yes, but the closest likeness to compare if he knew of the difference would be like launching oneself off a swing set and landing in the sand. High enough heights still packed a punch but the landing was always dulled somehow. The fall was likely far more strange to the young lady as the ease of the landing for Al would count for even more to her since she landed on top of him instead of the hard pavement.

"You okay?" He asked her, gently moving her off him while sitting up and looking over to the airport to see if they were still being followed. Back at the base of the building right below the shattered windows the assassin could be seen, having just jumped out from the window albeit at a much shorter distance than they. Al scowled, looking first at the killer agent and then to the skies to see if there was anything in the skies that might be threatening the two of them.

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"Get below the plane." Al quickly ordered, standing to his feet and assisting the young lady to her own before turning back to the attacker and moving towards the underside of the jet they had just vaulted. With one last glance to make sure there wasn't anything else making a move on his current ward he looked back, locking eyes with those three beady glowing red lenses. His fists tightened as the man approached.

The assassin had the natural advantage of reach, mitigated of course by the fact that he had his swords mounted on his forearms like some Baraka wannabe. To try and even this out Al opened with a straight kick aimed for the agent's midsection but due to his training and physical augmentation he simply parried his kick while sidling past the length of it. The assassin moved past with superior speed as he brought both blades up from where he had blocked the leg. He twisted as he moved past Al, using the natural rotation of his motion to slice at him with greater power. Since Al had both his hands up in a defensive guard as he always did whenever he entered a fight the assassin picked his targets carefully, choosing spots left open in his guard. One shining blade ran across Al's stomach, right below the elbows while the other was poised for his neck. Despite the superior skill in his weaponry the assassin could only score a cut across the left side of his jaw since his shoulder was hiked up on that side to try and shirk blows off on it.

Given the strength of his weapons and the power of the blows he struck the assassin stood past Al, waiting in that moment for the inevitable visceral spray of blood that ordinarily accompanied his attacks. After all these focused energy blades were more than capable of making short work of most nomad's defenses. Heck, they had performed tests that showed that these blades could even pierce tank armor with a straight on thrust. He was confident that there was no way that this nomad in particular could survive the combined might of his energy blades and the mechanical enhancements of his armor.

Just as the assassin turned his head to look back, notably confused by the lack of immediate death caused by his attack he was struck with a fast jab right in the middle of his mask. Metal and plastic bent and shattered around the fist as the knuckles dug in, leaving a deep impression all the way down to the face of the wearer who immediately flew back. The stunned form of the assassin fell to his side from the force of the blow, rolling across the ground before smacking into the parked wheel of the plane. Not only did his punch crush his helm's armor and send his whole body flying but it was only a jab, a straight punch that Al wasn't even putting that much of his weight behind.

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There Al stood, fist dripping with another man's blood as his own wounds wept. The cuts that the assassin had dealt to him were shallow but wide. The gash across his stomach exposed part of the stomach itself though it was hard to tell amidst all the red. The fact that he was even alive, let alone not spilling his guts everywhere was testament to just how much more potent his defense was compared to the passive protection of most conventional nomads. The slice on his jaw was far more than just a bad shaving wound but nothing that would impede him any. It just hurt but he was used to hurt.

"You're not hurt, yeah?" He inquired as he looked over to the young lady, wincing as his body turned. The motion pulled at the wound across his body. As he started walking towards her however he noticed something was wrong as surprise flashed across her eyes. The assassin who looked to be defeated had, in the time that Al was not watching him, gotten up and dashed up behind him. Just as he turned to see his attacker the two energy blades were driven into his side with the full force of the assassin's weight and speed behind the thrust. One blade was stopped dead by his rib-cage which was too solid for even the likes of this guy's weapons to pierce. The other however met only resilient flesh, the glowing red energy plunging just a couple inches into the sky blue flesh which shined like he was made of neon.

Despite being a rather shallow stab since even all the force that charge afforded the assassin still couldn't best Al's protection completely it was still pretty bad. Getting stabbed was never pleasant and depending on where for most people even a stab a couple inches deep could be lethal. Al wasn't most people but his survival wasn't for lack of the assassin trying.

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In this all out attack the assassin had made he had to come in close, abandoning the safety of range to try and secure victory. With the attacker now in his reach Al lashed out in response with a fast back-fist coming down across his head diagonally. The force of the fast strike drove him into the ground where he just laid in a slumped over pile of unconscious Eclipse agent. Well, Al assumed he was unconscious but it wasn't all too clear. All he knew was that he held his strength back enough to keep from fully gelatinizing the guy's skull which was about as much mercy as this assassin could expect out of Al at this point.

So he stood. This was no victory. There was still danger around every corner as this Eclipse group was still very active and very much present. He staggered forward a bit, lurching towards his side as he held his hand over the stab wound he sustained. Already he could feel the pain in his wounds dulling as he started to concentrate on his healing. He looked warily to the sky to see if this mysterious gestapo had any helicopters covering this area. He then looked back to the airport's main hub itself to see if there were any more agents coming up on them. Finally he looked back to the girl to make sure nothing was happening around her either.

He didn't really have a plan this far forward outside of keeping her out of harm's way. It was what he was going to do until this whole debacle was done and through.

He had failed to stop all this. Keeping the gunmen from their target was the least he could do now.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

@Darkmoon Angel - Schedule's been a bit rough with my new job but come the long weekend I'll have ample opportunity to catch up on everything. If I get a chance before then I'll see about getting something up but I'm afraid I can make no guarantees currently.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR - To be honest as Sophia is the sort of character who is happiest operating in isolation you needn't worry about her being isolated too badly. If something interesting is happening she'll get involved in her own manner since she has eyes everywhere. Unfortunately her ability to meetup and communicate with other characters is limited until she acquires a method of communicating with them remotely (Such as the chatroom for one example) but such hurdles are to be tackled organically as it is an area for her character to develop around and grow as she faces these particular challenges.

Until then she is a mysterious servitor. One who watches, plans and plots, scanning her rival's weaknesses all the while watching for the invisible hand that's controlling it all.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR - I'd say for the most part Sophia's scene is pretty much done but I can't say for sure since I don't know if there is or isn't something happening with her. She's alone maybe? Or maybe she isn't? It's your call what comes of that scene but nothing's really happening until you initiate something that warrants more than just "I think I'm alone but I don't feel alone" flip-floppery from Sophia.

L'Mordryn Academy

Nettle

Both Livia and the moth fey assured her that the true name for Eva's summon would be nearly impossible for her to pronounce it's name. Still, Nettle listened on as the moth fey sounded off it's name in the chirp of it's native language. She listened keenly, not just to the sound but more to the pattern within. Closing her eyes she leaned back a slight bit, going over the sound a few times in her head as she committed it to memory.

"Hhhh... I see." She contemplated the matter a moment before opening her eyes, directing her attention to both Livia and the fey.

"Hh... But perhaps we simply lack the hhproper instrument to hform such words." Lifting her spoon from the soup she gestured towards Livia, careful to keep the spoon above the soup it came from so as to not drip soup on the table or other people's belongings.

"The hhhuman voice is a hstring instrument after all."

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She brought her spoon down back into her soup and raised up a spoonful. Just as she was about to eat the spoonful however she instead got a mouthful of pancake instead. Just the bit surprised by Eva's abruptness her eyebrows jumped that slight bit as her mouth filled with breakfast dessert.

"See, Nettie! Good stuff!"

Nettle took a moment to chew this food and contemplate it's taste. It was a bit odd since it's flavor profile was at odds with the soup she was just eating. Given how strong the soup's spice was the taste of Eva's pancake concoction was veritably muted by comparison. After some consideration Nettle finally swallowed her bite.

"Hhh... Taste's sort of hhlike a peanut butter and jelly hsandwich but without the jelly." Was Nettle's verdict. The cake component to the pancake as a base for the rest of the ingredients reminded her of the white bread they used in their sandwiches. The addition of peanut butter to the pancake provided the second of the three components to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich flavor. There wasn't a significant amount of syrup on the lone bite she was fed but it still felt more like a side-note to the main taste of peanut butter and pancake. In the end it wasn't bad taste wise but it certainly could be improved upon. Perhaps a nice layer of fruit jelly or a sweeter variety of syrup would improve upon this particular recipe.

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While she was lost in thought a particularly impish feline entity taking an interest in her soup. Her attention was only drawn to the events taking place right beneath her very nose as a young man shouted towards her direction. Looking over she witnessed the scene take place, the unusual black cat creature sampling her soup and skewering a cube of meat from her bowl as it's owner tried in vain to restrain it.

It was quite evident that the creature was not of standard fare. There were a number of reasonable explanations as to how it was able to tolerate her spices. It could very well of been just a creature with morphic biology and a high tolerance for poisons, something likely to be found amidst House Bestia. It seemed unlikely but it could of been one of House Machina's machines crafted into the shape of an animal. If it was a summon of House Phantasma then it was most likely a spirit since matters of the physical impact them far less than it would for the other house categories. The mystery largely remained in the fact that she did not recognize it's summoner. She could not place a name to the face nor a house to the name.

For the first time that day the edges of her mouth pulled up ever so slightly.

"Hhhh... It is, hh... No issue." She reassured the young summoner. With her right hand she gently plucked a cube of meat from her soup, not a single reaction from her as the boiling broth singed her skin. She turned just far enough so her body was no obstacle between her and the strange feline.

"Hh... Where I'm from the scent of flesh hh... Draws many things. Hnot always tangible." With that said she gave the meat a casual underhand toss towards the mysterious summon. If it chose to it could easily catch such a projectile with it's carnivorous jaws. If not then the small portion of meat was on route to bounce off it's nose.

Having addressed the small surge of events she was directly involved in to some degree she finally ate the spoonful she had scooped up earlier. It had cooled on the spoon to a lukewarm state.

A pity.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Daisy

Though movement surrounded her things felt quite still as everyone waited in keen anticipation of the show. Like the eye of the storm it was a moment of unprecedented stillness.

Before too long however one of the figures she had kept her eye on came her way. He brusquely pushed past her, offering little more than a mild apology before setting off to his business elsewhere. Her grim companion turned it's hidden gaze towards the figure as he passed but she kept it in restraint with but a gesture. Even if the man wasn't too polite having Thanato intervene would create many problems and solve very few.

As he passed she took note of the fears which dwelt within this cloaked individual. Demonophobia and Nyctophobia. The letters themselves weren't precisely clear which meant there was more to them than what she could see. Still it was something, not a clue to be wasted.

As Wadanohara took to her piano the crowd drew to a silence, drawing her attention up to the performance about to take place. She listened on to this woman's musical stylings but her attention wasn't fully on the music itself. Daisy still held concern regarding the other, shorter figure that had accompanied the one that had bumped into her earlier. Every so often she would cast a glance aside to her, keeping an eye out in case there was more to these two than they let on.

Her guardian simply loomed on, ever watchful for dangers to his master.