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@Zelosse



Hello, Hello!

I have decided to return to the rp. Due to my life becoming waaaay too busy I sadly had to leave earlier this year.
However, I already talked to Yui and I am back! Just wanted to announce this. I'll be playing as my male character Reinhardt (His CS should still be up) and will most likely finally make that promised female character (sorry yui) too. Will be reading through as much as I can throughout the next week and then sometime next week-ish officially start again with a post c:


Ayy glad to have you back.
Maria von Hohenzollern

Celestia Family Villa


@Lunarlors34
@FamishedPants
@Spriggs27
@Letter Bee
@Rekaigan

Maria understood that on a conceptual level that Zin was right. Insubordination was something that Maria refused to tolerate. If things were not to go to her specifications, she tended to punish harshly. But, at least from Maria’s perspective, her orders were absolute.

The chain of command was something that should be followed to a letter. As a noble, her actions rippled more than that of the rabble. And although Maria did not place too much stock in her inherited titles, she believed in using anything to her disposal in order to get oneself ahead, whether this be in position in life, or in a fight.

“Call it cowardice or me a coward, but I’d call your proclamation foolish. Asking a Knight to throw away their weapon is like asking a fisherman to throw away his rod. And even then, the Fisherman shall not worry about his method, so long as he is able to take home his tithe. Those who pick up the blade understand they will meet their end by the blade.”

Perhaps it was just a justification for her actions, but Maria did believe that within a fight, one should always use any tools at hand for their actions. Taking advantage of an opponent’s actions, or lack thereof, is something that should always be pressed within the confines of a fight. In a fight for life and death, the person with the sword in their gut tends to be the dead one, so in a fight one should always be on their toes to use the surroundings to the advantage of the fighter.

Of course, that didn’t mean Maria was an individual without empathy for others. Killing those who had not warranted their death according to morality was a grave mistake. But underestimating an opponent is the same way.

“Just as your claws are a part of yourself, the blade has become a part of myself. The blade has been my discipline since childhood. My father was a most excellent teacher. To throw down my weapon would be to say my years of training meant nothing.”

Maria was not the worst fighter in unarmed combat, but it was not like she was an expert on it. Unfortunately, unarmed combat in close quarters tended to rely more upon the weight of a person rather than true strength, though it was a factor, in order to overpower an opponent. Momentum in a fight was worth more than a kingdom. On the battlefield, a kingdom could lose value to be equal in worth to a common horse.

In it’s conception, the blade is a force multiplier. Sure, an individual could train their entire life in the martial arts of unarmed combat, however, it would be much more effective to give an individual a moderate understanding of a blade and their lethality would trump the man who had trained his entire life. Force multiplication was the name of the game. However, one could perhaps wonder the prowess of an individual who had trained their entire life in the sophisticated swordsmanship of their family …

"Both of you. Shut. Up."


...No.

Vesta was right. There was no reason to fight here. Even if the overgrown lizard seemed to want to irritate Maria, through and through she was a knight.

After all, ever since her fighting of the mabeast skulking the lands of the trade routes near the capital, Maria had felt that something was wrong with her. The way she thought seemed … muddied. She had visions of something she wished to forget. A pain that was scared into her being that was completely incomparable to anything she had faced in her life. But she was still here.

She was still standing.

The medicus called must've been skilled, considering she was not dead, right?

She couldn’t have die, right?



Jumping down from her horse, Maria realised what had occurred. Her mistakes and her folly. Falling too quickly to anger was unbecoming of the image of Knight she wished to display to others. The Knight she had romanticized many times before in her novels would have never acted in such a manner.

Regardless of her position, Maria was using her blade as if some sort of weapon.

The sword is a weapon, but a weapon to defend rather than a weapon to harm. Maria’’s provocation, or perhaps to her own mind acting upon the provocation of Zin, was something unbecoming of a knight like herself. Though try as she might, she was still inexperienced. Trained by the best, but even the best lose themselves.

“M-my apologies, Onee-san. I know not what came over me. Perhaps I was too easily swayed by words. No, perhaps I have always been too easily swayed by words.”

“Y-you as well, Miss Zin Parallex. My actions were unbecoming of a knight. Unbecoming response to someone who was just asking a question. I-it might not mean much after the fact, and I won't ask you to stay if you do not want to, but I truly regret my actions and would like to make amends.


Maria gave a light bow towards Zin as she said this. Though Maria still felt herself somewhat justified for disliking the direct methods of questioning that Zin accomplished towards insinuating relationships between herself and her friends, but perhaps that was not such an awful offense. Maria, at the time of her challenge, was simply flustered over the other’s actions; not that she would admit that. And for that, she felt somewhat bad about her action.

But that was when another strange individual entered the scene, already crammed with rather strange people. A young girl, couldn’t have even been in her preteens.

“A young girl? She doesn’t have shoes. And those horns on her head ... she isn't a human,” Maria said to herself, observing the whole situation as it unfolded.

“Are you alright, young girl?” Maria asked the child who had landed upon herself, as Heinrich offered a hand to help the child back upon their feet. Maria tended to have a bit of a soft spot to children or other cute things in general. After all, she wished to be a mother, so it should be expected that she would not mind children.

"My name is Maria ... what is yours?"

At the very least, she could offer the girl a friendly, yet soft smile, as the little girl seemed almost in her own little world.

“What are you doing in a place like this? Are you lost? Where are your parents?” Maria asked the girl a few more questions, getting on a knee to seem less large in front of the child, perhaps to see better eye to eye, despite the fact she was knocked to the ground by Vesta unintentionally. Though Maria seemed genuinely concerned over the well being of this child.

Maria von Hohenzollern

Celestia Family Villa


@Lunarlors34
@FamishedPants
@Spriggs27
@Letter Bee

The first thing Maria noticed of the interjecting individual’s appearance was that it seemed rather peculiar, even for demihuman standards.Perhaps it wasn’t ill to say that the woman before Maria was stunning, her presence clearly demanding to any spectators around. The word “modesty” seemed completely lacking from this demihuman’s vocabulary

Maria might have been a “beauty” by many standards, but it tended to come from the way she presented herself to others. Especially in her armour, which concealed her femininity, her regal-like appearance and demeanor seemed to display more to an appeal of image, rather than an appeal of appearance, and more slender a figure.Not to say that Maria didn’t have charm, but merely in comparison, the taller, more well endowed Lizard before Maria clearly was blessed with certain curves Maria would by lying to say she didn’t have a bit of jealously over.

“Well, you’re a crude one, aren’t you; skulking the scene like a wolf until now? If I were to have to guess, you must be this “Miss Zin Parallex.”

But would Maria have accepted an offer so lucidious as the one proposed by Zin? She couldn’t answer that herself, clearly flustered by the statement, yet trying to conceal this from others to a moderate success aside from a slight blush appearing upon her face. After all, Vesta was Maria’s greatest ally. The two had known one another since youth, and though they might have changed greatly since their childhood, the two still had an inseparable connection to one another that Maria would fight tooth and nail to preserve. Maria would have been nothing if not for Vesta’s encouragement.

“O... Onee-san’’s business is her own. Though I consider her my dearest friend, in the end if she were to make a choice I would have to accept it. But if she asked I guess I woul-”

“....”

Trailing off for a moment, Maria realized the gravity of the question, stopping herself and getting more and more flustered

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---”

Maria's scream trailed off as she closed her eyes, and took a deep, calming breath, wishing to overcome her embarrassment. As she opened her eyes, she peered sharply at Zin.

… But in this moment, the air itself seemed to collapse in on itself, leaving nothing for the spectators to breath. A chill feeling like the embrace of thorns fills the courtyard.

Maria was still the woman of “strength, beauty, and intellect” within her, however, something appeared to have been snapped, breaking the perception of the knightess as infallible. Her eyes still shone with the optimism expected of Maria, but there was still the fact Zin appeared to be an enemy.

No, it was more than that. Maria felt almost humiliated by the other’s previous statement even before the provocation to fight, combined with a bit of jealousy over certain features the dragon-lady held before her.

“Ha---- are you trying to tick me off, you oversized lizard? Who the hell do you think you are?”

As she said that, Maria grabbed the hilt of her sabre, parting it slightly from the sheath so that the dulled lower section of her blade could be visible, never really taking the blade out more than a few inches from the scabbard.

Maria’s eyes seemed to dart from s left to right, ever vigilant in watching Zin’s motions. Whilst she had insulted Maria, it was clear by her tone that she utilizes her claws to fight. Perhaps that was the advantage that Demihumans tended to have upon normal humans; positioned to deal with threats without the human reliance of tools and weapons and the like.

But if there were something that humanity had over the races, it was the elusive, yet ever-present “love”.

“I’ll have you know I’ve slain monsters much scarier than you, so if you would like to prove you’re little ‘theory’ about my skills in battle, perhaps you would wish to test them out yourself, you fat chested, big-titted lizard?”

The person before Maria had claimed to have never lost to Vesta, but even if this was the case, Maria, despite her best efforts, tended to fall towards provocation. However, even while being provoked, it was not like Maria to run into any situation without a plan. But considering the clearly hostile words said by Zin, it would likely take outside forces to intervene in order to stop any conflict that would arise.
Maria von Hohenzollern

Celestia Family Villa


@Lunarlors34
@FamishedPants
@Spriggs27
@Letter Bee

“It has been too long, hasn’t it One-,” Maria began, before realizing there were several other people in the area, and choking herself back if only a bit. A light shade of blush appeared upon Maria’s face as she caught these words upon herself. It was very likely had the two been alone, she would have not have choked these words down. After all, Vesta was an invaluable friend, and perhaps one of the few people she trusted for about anything.

“Eh hm,” the Knight cleared her throat, coughing slightly as if to pretend it was merely an unintended sound rather than her intended vocabulary. “Vesta.”

It should have been clear to Vesta that Maria was trying to act mature in front of others, which would seem somewhat out of place coming from how their meeting usually ended up. Perhaps it was the “desire to look adult” or to “make a strong first impression” that prompted Maria to switch her choice of calling Vesta from Onee-san to Vesta. Though even in private conversations, it seemed as if Maria recently chose to try [and mostly fail] using Vesta’s proper name over childish nicknames. Perhaps even to Vesta, Maria wanted to seem more mature in her current life and distance herself from the crybaby and childish person she once was.

Stepping down from her horse, Maria walked closer to Vesta, a small smile forming lightly upon the sides of her mouth from being reunited with her childhood friend.

“It must have been a few months by now, hasn’t it? Sorry, I haven't been able to visit recently with my promotion. Since I figured with my time off I would see if you wanted to perhaps have some tea, though you seem to have your hands filled with several people right now. If I am interrupting something, I would not wish to burden you with frivolous actions if you are overly busy right now.”

It appeared as if when she had arrived, Vivi chose to excuse herself at the request of Vesta. It was a shame. Though Maria was never too close to the other sister, she did have a basic understanding of her person from her time with Vesta, hardly the brave knight today, scared of her own shadow and staggering behind the protection of Vesta from the outside world.

“As cute as ever I see, Vivi. Sorry for any inconveniences my arrival caused. I would have written a letter prior to my arrival, but it was really a spur of the moment. I don’t have a gift for you this time, but perhaps next time i will remember.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Vesta is a friend of mine,” Maria replied simply. Of course, anyone who Vesta would even allow the slightest bit of companionship with was someone who Maria could likely trust. After at, the heiress and powerful Earth Mage seemed to have an almost uncanny ability to find those she deems worthy of companionship. Though perhaps their ties were not as tried and true as the ones shared by Maria and Vesta, at the very least if they were not good people, it was very likely they would have been thrown out of the grounds within moments of their arrival. Or perhaps it was just that Vesta had yet the time to do so.

“Allow me to introduce myself as well. I am Captain Maria von Hohenzollern of the Iron Bell Knights and personal friend to the Celestias. A pleasure to make your acquaintances, Alexander Sky and Mr Heinrich Ford,” Maria said with a light bow, hardly much of a gesture, but it seemed genuine all the same.

“Well this is some army you have been building in secret, or perhaps it is your harem?” Maria jested at Cesta, though it seemed by the cheesy grin upon her face it was clearly intended to be a joke.

“I kid, of course. Though I would wish to meet the other you mentioned if they are an interesting fellow compared to these two gentlemen.”

“But thank you for having me today Vesta.. I have missed you dearly,”


Maria von Hohenzollern


Royal Capital Lugnica


@Lunarlors34

Once again, the Iron Bell Knights have received praise for the exploits, their.leader extolled for heroism in combatting a demonic beast roaming the trade posts hardly a few steps out of the protective barrier provided by Lugnica. Though proud of her accomplishment, it could hardly be said that she was alone in her duty against the beast, though due to her rank, she had been given the majority of the glory.. Though she didn’t mind the attention, it wouldn’t have hurt to have recognition towards those whose fame didn’t extend to the same rounds as her own.

Merry and sanguine her knights praised her accomplishment. Though Maria carried herself around phlegmatically, it was not uncommon for her to at least take part in merrymaking, especially if she was the center of attention. All work and no play makes a dull Knight, no? Not that Maria cared about her outward perception. She was a knight who would do the right thing, in some ways her thought process seeming almost winsome to others in the field.

If anything, her praise for her actions would at least keep the mouths of the detractors silent for but a moment. An adopted child hardly brought the most praise in the rigged world of aristocat politics, often leading to accomplishments of Maria, and by extension the Iron Bell Knights, to be regarded as bunk. It was hardly different for her as a child, often being signaled a bastard child whom Maria’s father had simply lied about her adoption.

But there was always one person who would help the young, timid child that there is hardly a trace of within the Maria of today. A dear friend of both the Hohenzollerns and Maria personally.

“Vesta,” Maria whispers to herself,distracting herself with her thoughts within the tight confines of her room. Thought the room was rather large, it was definitely not spacious, narrow corridors created by the rows and rows of books that would make a librarian blush, ornate decorations of adorning the walls. A new decoration being the head of the creature she had slain, recently taxidermied.

It was for but a moment her mind drifted to her childhood friend. Someone she had hardly seen in a long while.

“I wonder how nee-ch … Vesta is doing?”

Though they were once hugely close to one another, Maria hardly ever leaving the side of her “nee-chan” as her younger self used to refer to Vesta. Childish, but even with Maria’s current demeanor, she couldn't help but respect her only friend from childhood as a sort of “sister figure”.

“I dont want to bother her, but I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen her … I hope she is doing well …”

Maria had been given the day off for her success. Though it was common for Maria to trap herself within the confines of her room and read one of her novellas, though for whatever reason, she felt too distracted in her own thoughts to continue reading the pages upon the book she held in her hand.

Mulling her thoughts within her head for but a moment, Maria finally decided that she could always pay a visit to her friend.

It wasn’t long until a familiar sight was within Maria’s eyes, fixated upon the horizon. The Celestia mansion was a place that Maria had many fond memories of, often taken there on the trips her father would take to his political ally, figuring that his daughter was around the same age as said ally’s own.

Perhaps it was lucky for her that there was some sort of connection between the two girls, whether it have been pity of Maria’s disposition, or perhaps a there was something that was seen in the young, frail child from the other,

It wasn’t too long until the Knightess upon her horse had reached the gates of the Celestia estate, calling out and awaiting a response from a member of the help, or perhaps for someone to notice her.

In Naraka 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Emilia Kirra


The Rockin' And Noisy Coffee Emporium (R.A.N.C.E) [District 2]


@Paradox Witch

“At the very least I could have finished my coffee…” Emilia said, hardly attached to the reality which she had found herself within.

It was an impossible circumstance. A “survival game” of sorts …. There was no way that her life could suddenly become the plot to some sort of shitty novel. She had read and watched media with similar traits to this sort of game in the past, but perhaps it seemed all too surreal for someone who believed their own logic infallible- uncorrupted and without the issue of wrongness rearing its ugly head.

But this sort of event could not be real in accordance to her internal laws.

No, according to anyone who was sane, this was inconceivable to reality by even the most perverse and rotted and deprived of minds. Even so, Emilia knew somewhere in her heart to believe the person who had given her the right to enter this game. Though she knew not the reasoning for her involvement, nor why she would be forced to fight against others with their existence on the line, according to the cosplaying woman, if she chose not to participate, she would cause the deaths of all participants.

The needs of the many triumph over the few, but in the event that all participants are to lose, it is better to choose an incorrect winner, no?

Dread and doubt filled her from her core, but she couldn’t show weakness in any sense of the word. .If she were to show herself as weak, she would be picked off and declared dead on the spot. Even if she had to kill others, the desire to stay alive was so pervasive through her mind and body that, in her mind, she began to make some sort of justification for the “taking of another life”, even if those outside of the circumstances she found herself within wouldn’t be privy to their loved one’s demise. She could bare the burden of so many others, a martyr to a crusade never once discussed.

... At this moment though, an “impossibly fantastical creature” had appeared outside the coffee shop in which Emilia took refuge. A creature far beyond the realm of reality, it became something fantastical, interacting through the world only via the reality provided by the cosplaying lady. The beast’s might was higher than anything that Emilia could comprehend. Perhaps if Emilia had access to something as cynical as the Military Industrial complex, there would not even be an ant to the mass produced death from such an institute, but Emilia was alone in this fight. A fight she felt was rubbish, but since others contempt against her lead to a situation where she would have to fight anyone who comes into contact with her, she would have to take up an option of “armed neutrality” rather than die to pacifism. After all, neutrality is how you get invaded both world wars.

A single word was uttered from Emilia’s mouth, just as her opponent had done.

“Yetzirah.”

The word itself didn’t have a lick of meaning to Emilia, but perhaps it could be said that the world itself was unlocked with the mere mention of the phrase. The world itself formed to the mention of the word, enveloping Emilia with it’s ever constant embrace.

Formed on her person were a set of boots and gloves; hardly anything glamorous, but perhaps it could be said that something special need not be so complex.

Faced with the ever-embrace of death coming towards her, the brave warrior of justice on a societal level stands before the enveloping flames, hardly deterred by the creature in front of her.

Like the Military Industrial Complex, all she would have to do is outdo the total destructive power of the creature. Stacked within herself, she visualized a “something” within her boots.

It at first did nothing, until the visualization of her ability took prominence in an explosion of energy emanating from her feet.

If the attack had come from the front of the establishment, then she would move herself out of the way of the blast and towards the glass windows on either side of the cafe, leading to the alleyway and towards her perceived safety, crashing through the window of such to avoid the dragon’s fire.
In Naraka 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Emilia Kirra


She sat in a dark room, the sound of insects and keystrokes permeating the bareness that was her studio apartment. Normally, the neighbors would be fighting over this and that. It became almost an enjoyable experience to eavesdrop on these people, even if it did tend to take away from her Though she believed it never resulted in any sort of physical violence, it was clear that this couple wasn't happy with their marriage.

Emilia wasn’t the sort who cared much about any sorts of privacy.. Or perhaps she did care about such subjects when it applied to her. The sort that didn't care about the private lives of those who she had any sort of relations with, but would rather keep to themselves in regards to their personal demons.

The light of the moon came crashing through the slight crack in the haphazardly drawn curtains. Though it would be impossible for anyone to reach the second floor of her balcony to look at the young girl, sitting on her desk, staring at her computer screen with a ravenous fervor, yet vacuous, almost purposeless poise, a mechanical cacophony of pattering away as her fingers moved quickly upon her keyboard; far quicker than most else could really accomplish. Her clearly tired eyes seemed almost glued to the computer screen. Whatever she was invested in on the screen seemed to make the outside world almost inconsequential in her eyes. A robber could have entered her room and stolen her television, but not her computer, and she likely would not have noticed from her addictive stare into the screen.

She had been behind on her blog posts for some time now, often unable to post as regularly with the inclusion of classes into her daily schedule. Studying was important to her, as was being punctual, but at the same time Emilia tended towards the political.Often, one could say that Emilia was a bit of an “extremist”. She had a website, mostly for her discussing things on a political level.

Though she did make a small amount of money from these posts as donations on Patreon, money was inconsequential to Emilia, her personal bank account often getting filled by a father who was both rich and affluent in the political scene, but lost the love of his daughter, and with his wife passed on, only really understood how to provide some semblance of affection by throwing money at his problem until it went away.

A sigh of relief and a kick away from her machine, her chair rolling away from the desk towards her bed as in a single motion she jumped from her sitting position onto her bed. She wanted to sleep. Her body screamed for rest as she laid there

… for the entirety of a moment..

The blaring of her alarm had reinvigorated her, much to her chargin.

“Goddammit!” the girl yelled, perhaps waking up those who had not been woken up by their own alarm clocks, slapping at the tolling bell that came crashing to the floor, continuing it’s annoying ring until Emilia choose to get out from her lazing position to manually shut off the analogue clock’s alarm.

In her vigor, she had forgotten about the fact that she had school today. Running a few quick thought experiments about the prospect of perhaps sleeping in a day of school, a sigh of resignation had displayed her surrender to the fate of an awful school day.

“4 o’clock...This isn’t what I meant by “night classes”,” the student groaned to herself, a tad bit upset for the moment at something she really didn’t have control over.. By the time she had signed up for classes, many of the premium real estate was already shoved off to the more senior and wiser students who understood the intense benefit and purpose of punctuality.

With slow, sluggish movements, she had readied herself for the day ahead of her, quickly dressing in a makeshift outfit put together in perhaps a few moments time. Though her day would be tedious, she understood on a fundamental level the importance of punctuality. Regardless of this punctuality, even if she would be late, there would be no course of the day that would involve the girl not getting her morning coffee.

Arriving at her favorite chain coffee shop, she had ordered her standard, sugary order that seemed overly flamboyant for a morning brew. She sat down in a comfortable recliner that the coffee shop had allowed their consumers to take part of and connected her laptop to the wifi provided by the shop and began to scroll through, at first, the feedback she had been given on her blog post, responding to constructive comments that praised her work and banning usernames that seemed more malicious as she had always done, and then proceeded to look on a news blog she was subscribed and friends with the owner to see if there were any updates on said blog.

After a short amount of time, her searches tended towards more frivolous ideas such as browsing the posts of silly things on social media sites.

Looking to her phone, she realized that her time here would have to be cut short, and she began to pack her PC when something felt … odd … about her surroundings. Something that initially she couldn't really put understanding towards in her mind, feeling a bit sick at what her mind shouted to be impossible.

Impossible. Such a setup couldn’t have happened within the timeframe that Emilia remembered. Had she fallen asleep? What was going on here?

Surrounding her were several, people scattered around a rounded table in a room she could hardly discern any sort of shape or volume to. It was as if the girl had once again fallen asleep.. Likely, considering the complete lack of sleep from the night’s previous escapades. Had she taken a nap in the coffee shop?

No.

That couldn’t be it.

Looking around, the confused girl looked towards the first speaker, a strangely dressed woman in the middle of this table, as if presented as an offering on this very day to all those around. Her clothing seemed more kin to a cosplayer or a halloween costume than something casual or serious, which further seemed to suggest that what was occurring was little more than a dream..

"… My existence … core desire?” Emilia parroted the statement by the cosplaying older lady. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is this some sort of prank?”

Strange visions of a text she hardly understood plagued her sight, seemingly striping away from what she considered “sane” in this world. There was no way this could be happening. It was all just a dream. But even so, she couldn’t shake this feeling in the back of her mind that this was “real”. Though the entire feeling did tend towards the ethereal, there was something in her mind that shouted that though the events which had occurred seemed almost fantastical in their conception, there was no way that what was occurring before her was anything less than “real”.

“Who the hell are you people? I don’t understand what any of this means, you shitty cosplayer!”
In Naraka 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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