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My Isekai Costumed Adventures

Sorry, still working on it. A cool opportunity came up IRL so I've been a bit busy looking into it. xD

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

I'll probably work on/post my sheet tomorrow.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

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As a rabid coffee-enjoyer, Éliane was happy to see at least one other person in the group liked the beverage that they had ordered from the café. With her own coffee in hand, she had just started to enjoy its rich, foreign flavor –it was quite good, at least to her standards—that her valuable and important coffee time was interrupted and spoiled by a very rude man. At first, she gave him the stinkeye when he dropped his mug, but she actively began to scowl when he began to yell and completely ruin the peaceful café time that she was having.

Unacceptable.

“Interrupt the most sacred time of the day, will you,” she muttered, as the man ran from the shop. “You bastard! Get back here!” A moment later, and the redheaded gunbreaker followed, looking agitated enough that it was quite likely she was literally going to beat up the man in an alleyway for the disturbance.

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When Éliane returned to the party some hours later at the Caradoc lodge, she looked suspiciously guilty of having administered a beatdown for disturbing the peace. Nonetheless, despite her slightly ruffled state, she was carrying a few small sacks of what was obviously coffee beans.

Ignoring the obvious byplay between the servant and Izayoi, she asked “Could you see us to our lodgings beforehand? It would be a good idea for us to freshen up,” she hinted.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Polina Laye

Farisian Maid

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Polina refrained herself from frowning as well. Personally, there were both merits to both accepting and declining, and the two of them had made the wrong bet in Livia’s eyes. Not the most ideal, but obviously it wasn’t something critical—

Until it was.

Certainly, the Farisian maid hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly. Within seconds, she had a defensive array of knifes up around her and her two companions, most of them bladed cutlery from the evening’s dinner setting. She grumpily realized that she would not be finishing dessert today…

“On it,” she acknowledged, drawing her sword. While Lucrecia focused on running down the lord Havershel, Polina turned her attention to the petty beasts in their way. With a flick of her sword, the bladed weapons shot forth and sank into the otherworldly creatures as the still disguised maid maneuvered around the room and the fleeing nobles.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Giselle de Farry

Undead Princess, de Farry

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Giselle slowly raised an eyebrow at Julene’s response. After leaving her hand hanging, she drew it back. Instead of becoming angry at being turned down though, she let out a bark of amused laughter. She had her now—no matter who she picked, she doubted this blacksmith would be wallowing as a mere human for much longer. “A counteroffer? Bold. I like your moxie, it reminds me of those heady, early days after the Orosian-Kyrsan War.”

She stood there, considering the human girl. “You’re right. You don’t know much about vampires, and you won’t have the experience to not make mistakes. In the past, my maids might spend decades of service training and learning before they proved themselves worthy to join the ranks among us.”

Aside from those very early days, it was unprecedented for a servant or maid of hers to be immediately made into a vampire. “But then again, these are unprecedented times, aren’t they? Very well, here’s my counteroffer. As you say, I’ll allow you to join our ranks. But you will be under my wing as a part of my maid corps—take a knightly oath of service as you humans are so fond of. You’ll learn all there is to being a vampire, in addition to being a Farisian maid—that is, to fight, shoot, and perform all the other duties as expected of one. It will be hard, troublesome work, but you will have your free will. You’ll still be beholden to Ichor, as are we all,” she said, tilting a head towards Akyasha. The fact that she wouldn’t be preached to unlike her was left unsaid. “But I think you’ll find it fulfilling.”

She held out her hand again.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Polina Laye

Farisian Maid

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Polina gave a nod at the maid before she resuming munching on the delicious party food. She suspected it wouldn’t be left at that, however, even as she began to mingle with some of the other nobles as well. Although she mostly made small talk, she did inquire more about the good lord’s affairs, and their opinions on the man. Eventually, Livia returned with the lord, and, a moment later, the supposed relic.

Nobody in the know believed it was the real thing.

She looked skeptical at Lucrecia’s suggestion, even after their mistress endorsed the idea. “I suppose I can try,” she finally agreed, after taking a slow sip of her own glass of wine. “The princess was far more of a historian than I ever was.” Polina had always been more focused on the now, than on things of the past. But all the same, she was hardly unlearned. “Let’s see how much I’ve learned through osmosis, and if it’s enough to hook Lord Havershel into letting me have a peek at his collection.”

She’d try not to let her distain for the man bleed through too much.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Giselle de Farry

Undead Princess, de Farry

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Giselle held up her index finger and wagged it in response. “Manipulation tactic, perhaps. Kindness, no. Call it a difference in philosophy,” she replied, acknowledging both Julene and Akyasha. She refrained from rolling her eyes at the nun’s far more intimate tactics.

“And no, I won’t sugarcoat it. Our kind has done enough terrible things in the past to warrant such a label, although I’d like to think that as a whole we’re better than that,” she continued, looking a bit chagrined. “Yes, swearing an oath does require giving up your free will. To an extent.”

“Yes, swearing that oath can be for the rest of your unlife. And for some, that is true,” she agreed, “But that’s not my style. I really don’t like making people work for me just because they’ve been forced to. It’s not my governing style. It’s not why I became what I am—my very existence as a vampire was to protect the people under my wing. No, if you’ve given enough years of loyal service, once the terms of the contract are fulfilled, you are free to leave of your own volition. Pursue your own power, but to remember who first helped you grow all those years ago,” she explained. “Although, obviously, I’d greatly prefer if you remained in my service afterwards.” Giselle had always preferred that method—creating a wide, network of contacts and followers that were not loyal because their wills had been bent to fit hers, but because she had given them a reason to be loyal. Oh, how she missed her maids… “It’s bitten me in the back more than once, yes, but I think the mutual benefits outweigh the negatives.”

“That said, more importantly, I’m far more focused on protecting people and rebuilding towns and villages more than a nun who’s overly focused on religious worship. Do you really want to do that constantly for the rest of your life, instead of doing what you do best? However different our methods, I do still intend to rebuild –protect the villagers-- and people like you are integral for that. I can teach you far more than anybody else in that regard—I was renowned in my time for engineering and building, after all.”

She turned, briefly, letting her eyes obviously fall onto the nearly pristine sword that she had repaired for Julene for emphasis.

Giselle held out her hand for Julene to take. “Swear an oath to me and Ichor, and we can become so much more. Do so much more. What do you say, partner?”

She’d mention having to become a maid and wear the proper uniform later, if she accepted.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

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Seeing Leifur’s surprise at her comments, the redheaded Skaelan began to enlighten him on the variety and differences of coffee. “Not quite,” she began to lecture grandly, “Two cups of coffee can very different from each other. They can be almost two different drinks entirely, depending on where the beans are from, how you roast them, and the method of actually brewing the coffee, and that’s not mentioning how you like to take your coffee,” Éliane insisted. “I can absolutely spend several weeks here and not get bored trying out the variety.”

It was clear that Éliane could just about go on for the rest of the day about her beverage of choice, but she was interrupted by some of her party members, who at least agreed with her that it was a good idea. The gunbreaker nodded enthusiastically about this, and with the overcast sky, hurried over to the shop that Neve and Galahad had pointed out. She had frowned at some of Galahad’s comments, hoping that they weren’t true tourist traps.

The coffee shop they chose was suitably cozy, with cute pastries and the pleasant smell of both baking and coffee. It didn’t hold up against her own family’s shop in her mind, but it was clearly a well-cared for shop.

Éliane found herself being crowded by Izayoi and Leifur again. Apparently, they were rubes who had no idea about coffee. Well, she could continue her lecturing from before…

“Absolutely,” she nodded towards the mystrel woman. “Midgard’s known for regional variety of preparing coffee, which makes for a stronger, somewhat more thick brew,” she commented. “It’s particularly good with something called condensed milk, though I usually prefer my coffee just black.”

Tapping the table, she continued, “I would probably recommend the cappuccino you’re staring at on the menu. It’s espresso—foamed with steamed milk. With some sugar it’s a very inoffensive drink,” she nodded sagely. A flat white is similar to a latte, which is…”

The coffee-lover continued to go on.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Giselle de Farry

Undead Princess, de Farry

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“A pleasure to see you too,” Giselle dryly greeted her back. She frowned at both Julene’s answer and at Akyasha’s sudden antics. The white-haired vampire audibly groaned at the cleric’s sudden hard sell. “Really? Now, Akyasha? Is that tantamount to emotional blackmail?” Running her hand through her white hair, the princess stared at her incredulously, as if she herself wasn’t just as easily willing to stoop that low at times if she needed it. Nonetheless, the red-haired vampire had let the cat out of the bag. This was either going to end badly, or Julene was becoming a thrall or vampire herself today—and Giselle rathered the fanatic not get another follower. Time to put her skills as a diplomat to use and make another speech.

“I would consider her offer very carefully, Julene. Yes, some of what she speaks is true—we are vampires. Not the type you might have come to know from bad fairytales, but real, noble ones from an era long past whence vampires and humans could peacefully live in coexistence if you lived in the right place.”

“We are powerful, and if we did not chance upon your village when we did, it’s likely it wouldn’t exist at all right now,” she admitted frankly, “but even we couldn’t defend the entirety of it with our numbers. Not like we used to, at least.”

“Akyasha’s offer is not a light one. If you accept, you will gain power—perhaps enough to peacefully rule a nation for over a millennia, as I once did—and you will become immortal. But as she said, you will have to serve her, and our goddess, Ichor. And you already know she is a fanatic.”

“I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t want you to accept any sort of offer, Julene. Even hers is better than none. You’re smart, capable, and have a strong will to survive and protect even as you are now, and that is the sort of person I respect, and somebody that deserves a reward better than your current lot in life. Her offer is not a bad one. There are just better ways to be rewarded with such power than through her.”

“Julene, I had said that I wanted to rebuild this broken world, and I still intend to do so. The loss of your fellow villagers pains me just as it does you, and makes it all the harder. It will not be easy, and I still need allies to my cause. I can give you an alternative, without the poisoned chalice that some others may offer you—if you want agency, your free will, then it’s a luxury you’re unlikely to receive from her or others. I was always known as the most secular and ‘human’ among the vampire lords; if you help me rebuild, I can give you the same gift, without permanently binding your heart to one of us. We can rebuild the village, the nation, a civilization once more, and protect them all through strength in numbers, but it will require your utmost dedication and loyalty over years of service.”

Giselle left out the fact that she would have to wear a maid uniform in exchange for her leniencies.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Polina Laye

Farisian Maid

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Polina didn’t care to make much small talk with the owner of the mansion, but she nonetheless dispensed some words of wisdom for helping with dealing with his son. As it was, most of her advice involved “discipline your son better,” although phrased in a more diplomatic way. It was clear, though, that neither of them were interested in talking with each other very much, so she gladly let Livia take over.

Playing the part of her partner, she gave her a playful smile of her own with Livia’s kiss. It wasn’t even a false one; she wouldn’t have minded if the woman made it up to her… as long as it didn’t involve dungeon time, that was.

She was surprised, though, to be intercepted by one of the local maids not long after on behalf of the lady of the house. She too thought that was strange; after all, in this guise, she wasn’t affiliated with the mansion. “You would be right,” Polina muttered back to Lucrecia under her breath.

She approached it differently. “Apologies, but I’m only Lady Fiore’s plus one, so to speak. I’m not with the Maison in the manner you’re thinking of,” she informed. “I understand Lady Havershel is feeling ill this evening, but perhaps I can help arrange a meeting with Livia later instead?”