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Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Sorry for the absence the past few days, workin' on a post now.

Strings of Fate: A Magical Girl Roleplay

Municipal District II - San Lorenzo Base

The hunt was dull. After five years of the same thing, wandering from city to city, nation to nation, exterminating the Errors, Tsukimon Arata had finally come to this conclusion. Initially it had been difficult, as it was with any activity one was new at, but after the first year the risky edge had begun to fade more and more with each passing day. Of all the Errors she had fought, only one stuck out in her mind, the one which she had failed to kill - and the one which had not killed her. Foolishness. Tsukimon closed her eyes, sitting with the left leg out and the other knee raised, resting her right arm across the knee and her back to a wall. The vacant warehouse Silva and herself had claimed in San Lorenzo was like the many others in this area - big, spacious and formerly used by art students from the near by University. They went unchecked by any local authority for the most part, and it had become a sort of tradition for students to turn these places into their 'studios' of work. It was a decent enough cover, even if she was the only one who could possibly pass for a university student...just. To help pass this off, Tsukimon had spent the better part of a week brushing up on her caligraphy and artistic skills to leave around the place on giant canvases in classic student style. If it were up to her though, the place would be spartan besides maybe a few beds and a kitchen area to work with. Heating and electricity were not a problem either. Mob money did wonders, and her grandfather was nice enough to treat her like a princess still. All in all, it was starting to look pretty homey, and that was not something Tsukimon was all too eager about. She was what errornet dubbed a 'Wandering Magical Girl', and she acknowledged this. At this rate however, she might just start becoming attached to the warehouse and her team. How frustrating. She had been making an effort to be a leader for this 'team' of theirs while at the same time remaining distant - but that was not going well. She lead, yes, but trying to remain professional and formal with the others was difficult. Marie and her cooking was mostly to blame. Damn Marie and her absurdly good cooking. A sigh escaped Tsukimon's lips, moving her mind away from such thoughts and onto nothingness, taking this peaceful moment to meditate...or sleep, depending on who you asked.

Strings of Fate: A Magical Girl Roleplay

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Name: Tsukimon Arata Screen Name: 空WATARI物 Age: 16 Appearance: Tsukimon has a very 'intense' bearing, her eyes staring through most people rather than at them. Nationality: Japan Personality: Warrior-like to the core, but with the cover of a yamato nadeshiko. Tsukimon was raised to be both the perfect daughter and the ideal son, unquestioning, strong and loyal with a softness to them. This contradiction of an upbringing has created a girl who projects the air of someone important, the odd but functional combination of a charismatic princess and a warlord. Biography: The Arata, a once powerful family of warrior-nobility who turned to the underworld in the late 1700s. To this day, they enjoy vast amounts of wealth off of the debts and blood of others, although much of it is now money simply because they had money. The business world, local governments, the police, the yakuza – the Arata have their influence and power through out Japan. Their ways are still very much steeped in the 1700s, following a strict 'code' under which they operate. The son of the Arata oyabun would be the heir, and the daughter would be used to further the spread of influence. The son would be the 'warrior', and the daughter the 'politician'. This was not the case with Tsukimon. A rare single child of the Arata, and a daughter at that, left Tsukimon to fulfil both roles for her father, but she was far more attracted to the 'warrior' aspect of her upbringing than anything else. She took to the teachings of justice and order with no problem, all the while shunning any attempts to make her more 'princess' like beyond the purely aesthetic. Tsukimon is not a dumb girl. It did not take long for her to notice that the unsavoury actions of her family were far from the 'justice' she had been raised with, but kept her comments to herself. Rather than voice her troubles, she attempted to fix the wrongs she perceived – by challenging her father to a duel to decide who would lead the family. She was talented, but she was not an adult, nor did she have the experience of her father. An incredibly one sided match nearly lead to the death of Tsukimon, and it was as much guranteed...until that was not the case. Her first transformation lasted for no longer than two seconds, enough time for her body to react and win the duel, killing her father. He was not the only one to die that day, at least not from Tsukimon's perspective. She had, for all intents and purposes, lost. It was only the intervention of power beyond her own which saved her. She left her home in search of penance, all the while taking up the mantle of 'Magical Girl'. Experience Level: Veteran Skills: Swordsman – Tsukimon's ability would be nothing without her considerable talent with a sword. The Arata were a family of swordsmen prior to their business in the underworld, but they never ceased to refine their art. Even at the age of 11, Tsukimon could have been called a warrior of the blade, but her technique has reached new levels in her battles against the Errors. It follows that she is athletic. Calligraphy - One of the hobbies pushed upon her. Cooking - One of the hobbies pushed upon her. Magical Power: First Act - Izanagi, the Godspeed – The sole power of Tsukimon is her great speed, surpassing even the enhanced agility of a standard magical girl by several leagues. She can, in turn, process at these speeds. Second Act - Many Armed Kannon - A development on Izanagi, Tsukimon pushes her abilities to the limit for a brief moment, creating the heavenly illusion of having multiple arms, each swinging a blade in sync with one another. In total, there are 10 blows, occurring at a near-simultaneous speed. Divine Wind - If Many Armed Kannon is the limit of Tsukimon's speed, then Divine Wind is the limit of her power. Tsukimon makes use of an Iado form, sheathing her blade, and after a moment of focus, unsheathes her the blade with all her might. In combination with Izanagi, this creates a gust of wind comparable to a small, localized typhoon, easily devastating an entire street. First Act - Izanami, Eyes of Life and Death - Tsukimon has developed a form of battle precognition over her years as a Magical Girl, allowing her to accurately guess the next movement of an enemy up to two seconds prior to the action taking place, a long time for her. It cannot be called a 'power' as much as it is a trained instinct. She has yet to inform anyone of this ability.

Fate/Stay Night: The Revenge of Kyubey

If those 4 posts are not a good indicator to bail, I dunno what is. I retract my good luck.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Thirianna's maternal attentions were not rejected, but nor were they welcome. The smile faded some more still, Varavana's eyes coming to squint at Thirianna as she ruffled his neat, black hair. Out of respect for both her and the context of the meeting, he said nothing, letting the perceived slight go over like it was nothing. Vaul, on the other hand... Varavana stared up at the armoured elf god, letting out an exasperated sigh and shaking his head. The following arrivals of Nerevas and Kyras only continued to fuel the chimera's alienation and disappointment. His worst fears were being confirmed and then some. 'The fate of the worlds is in the hands of these imperious, callous and confrontational beings. It always has been, and this is where it has gotten us.' Varavana's thoughts bordered on the downright blasphemous. He halted that train of thought before he entered regrettable territory, focusing instead on how to better communicate with the proud beings who were supposedly his 'family' - he had not been taught to hate or reject others, be they mortal, young gods or Ancients. "I cannot tire in matters such as these, Ancient sibling" He emphasised the last bit in indignation, "I dare say, Most-Elder-Sibling, it is not I who has grown tired. It is not I who has been afflicted with lethargy, apathy, inaction and complacency. I travelled here for a few reasons, and thus far this meeting has proved..." His eyes looked between the more on-edge Ancients, Vaul and Navaras, and then back to Kyras "Productive, on those fronts. It will undoubtedly continue to be so, even with the absence of the rest of our kin. It is their loss, not ours." Fire. That was the best way to describe it. His words were spoken with fire, unmistakable warmth but burning with passion, illuminating the figure of Varavana and making his stances more known. To the gathered Ancients, there was something hauntingly familiar about it - brief recollection of a long lost sibling, bright as the stars and blazing through the sky. What was their name again? It faded as quickly as it came - these words were still spoken from the mouth of a child, after all. Varavana closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another sigh. "We had best discuss the matter which Respected Thirianna has called us here in concern of." The fire faded, the chimera returning to his usual peaceful self.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

That was disappointing. Varavana had hoped the etiquette of human and elf to be responded in kind, but received a passing glance at best. Varavana closed his eyes and gave his head a slight shake, his serene smile not leaving his face for a moment. At least his respect for one of the Ancients was not completely misplaced. He looked to Hiraga and returned her nod - or at least he assumed it was Hiraga. Who else would take the shape of one of Hiraga's dryads besides Hiraga herself? The words of an unknown guest nearly caused Varavana to jump, their presence having gone completely unnoticed by his senses, a rare occurence indeed. The vast hearing range of an Ulthranesh native, and able to pick up the slightest changes in an areas scent with the Tartarian Slicehound's nose - and that was just the beginning of it. All of it bypassed by the one who had just 'appeared' behind him by the railing. Varavana turned his head to identify the culprit. Danives' appearance and his demeanour were...surprising, not quite two things which Varavana would associate with one another, but there was that saying about judging books by their covers. None the less, Varavana bowed to him, one which involved the lowering of his upper body as opposed to the mere bowing of his head. A respectful, yet subtle gesture to display his gratitude for acknowledging not only himself, but Gaon as well. Bringing himself to stand upright once more, the regal Upstart spoke. "Honoured Ancient" He greeted, his hands not leaving the deep jade sleeves of his robe, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He gave him a slow nod, much like the one he gave to Hiraga, and turned to face the others once more. "I am inclined to agree. The hot coal of a poor past may be thrown, but ultimately you will be long burned before you bring it to bear. Drop the past, if not for your own sakes, then for the sake of Ceyr." Varavana's smile faded somewhat, but was still present none the less, and a subtle hint of determination set in across his features. His words were directed mostly towards Vaul and Thririanna, but all were included. The reference to state of Ceyr after the war was clear and piercing, but not rude in its mention. It was those kinds of feelings that would hurt those around them, and being Ancients that would mean a lot of people. In a meeting like this, dropping those feelings was required in order for the best outcome - which is why they had come together.

Fate/Stay Night: The Revenge of Kyubey

I'll be withdrawing my interest. Good luck.

Fate/Stay Night: The Revenge of Kyubey

Yes, but it's not the Moon Cell. It's best not to underplay how absurdly powerful the Moon Cell is, as it's purview is 'can basically do anything' with the only restriction being 'objective observer'.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

The wings of a Pahoet Thunderbird, among one of largest avian wingspans of the animal world, not known for their speed but rather endurance flying. Gliding towards the sky-piercing structure, the wings carried something evidently too small for them; Varavana came, heralded by the gusts of wind kicked up by the colossal wings. Upon landing his body returned to its 'normal' state as a sort of mix between a jade robed human child and other mortal species. This was a significant event, and not one he was all too positive about. While he was honoured to have been invited to be among his most elder relatives, he did not seek nor anticipate the revival of the Golden One like many of them. The idea made little sense to him; if an entity that grand can both die and inspire his ancient children to war, then why should it be brought back? Had one atrocious mistake of a conflict not been enough? The mortals, inheritors of Ceyr, would not survive something like that. Not again. Varavana scaled the stairs, the sorting of his thoughts making time pass by the young Upstart much quicker. Before he knew it, Varavana found himself approaching the other three present attendees. He had never met an Ancient in person, Varavana realised at that moment. They always seemed very distant from the world of Ceyr, even if they were present on it. Difficult to reach for one such as Varavana, who paid no allegiances beyond some form of general loyalty to mortals. However, now he knew for the future what it would feel like to meet an Ancient outside this tower. They were distinct from the world, each of them. As he looked upon the faces of Vaul, Thirianna and Hiraga, he found himself unable to completely process what they were feeling - and for a highly empathic entity like Varavana, that was significant. Was that simply due to their nature as Ancients, or had their age hardened them from being read in such a manner? Of course, being able to read their feelings and being able to read the mood of a room are two completely different things. He would have to be senseless to not notice the overwhelming tension, mostly directed at the unfamiliar Arch-Angel. But of course, like the chasms on Ceyr, the wounds of their long-gone war had yet to close. Relationships were still understandably strained between the two former sides of the war, and that would only become more and more evident if other Ancients showed themselves. Varavana broke out of his momentary thoughts once more, and placed his hands in his sleeves and bowed his head in respect and deference to the Ancients. He held the bow as he spoke, a voice that lacked any clear distinction as male or female, but was simply 'pleasant'. "Honoured Ancients, I extend my thanks for inviting one such as myself to this forum." He raised his head, looking between them once more with a smile. "I am Varavana, and I hope our discussion can be fruitful."

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Aah, alright. I'll edit the connection a little, sorry about that.