Crusader Lord

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Leannah

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...Nothing recognizable. No runes on the tablet, no amount of the relics and trinkets of old or any of it seemed to make sense at this time. Such was the nature of archaeology, however, and especially Egyptology in its infancy. It was one reason the Rosetta Stone had been such a valuable discovery! Two languages upon one great piece of stone, and a particular bit of greco-egyptian influence that had made it easier to decipher things (to say the least). But she was getting ahead of herself. Truth be told, however, the fox girl putting these beautiful discoveries together in an orderly manner was something she appreciated. A little respect for the history these spoke or, and perhaps literally so contained in regards to the runic tablet, that as a historian of sorts she could respect. Yet the fact this woman was still totally foreign to her, and considering the manner of her own death and career before dying there were a lot of people out there...and respecting history didn't mean always being a good person.

Still, the fact this girl was translating these arcane runes was something even more enticing. Or at least she'd been trying to do so from what it sounded like. And they now also had the name of the fox girl in turn: Misaki. A very much Japanese name to be sure, and another thing to add to her list of suspicions about the fox being from Earth in turn. That and the mention of this fox having read old scrolls, which if the fortress and this tablet were of any note were indecipherable to anyone from Earth....or at least herself and Narkissa probably.

Her own information wasn't very complete about everything in this world regardless, far from it to put it far too mildly, but the mentions of abnormal fog and weird things was enough of a telltale sign of myths and danger to make her ears perk up. Magic wasn't a new concept to her, at least after Malphas' and her own shenanigans back there, but the rest of it spoke of something...hmm...that and the nature of the other relics here...

"A curse? Mysterious fog? Strange phenomenon?" the catgirl muttered to herself a moment, putting a hand to her chin in thought before looking back up, "Even if you do not think your translation is very good, Lazhira, it could be a clue to those odd events you spoke of. At least potentially. You have to start somewhere when figuring this sort of thing out, after all!

The catgirl sauntered back over and sat down cross-legged at the table, her eyes attentive as much as she seemed to be ardent in her curiosity and earnest in her encouragement.

"Apologies for being a bit forward, you've been very kind so far, but if I may...from what you've tried to translate so far: Was there any mention of a 'tomb'? Anything that calls upon gods to punish others? Mentions of something sealed away or closed up?"

All she knew to heart, at least right off the bat, was something like the curses put on the tombs of the ancient Pharaohs. Calling upon the gods to curse a tomb looter was one thing. Likewise there was the ilk of greek curse tablets (she'd dabbled in learning of those on the side), and tales like the Minotaur and the Book of Thoth came to mind in turn. Sure back on Earth it was all legend and myth, but here, well, she felt more apt to give this place a LOT of credit to such stories and mentions. After all, magic was REAL...and monsters and cat girls and fox girls and anime Oda Nobunaga looking people were REAL. Etc.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Charlotte Wardwell

Time: Afternoon
Location: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University)
Interaction: Dante @FunnyGuy

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A thumbs-up in this situation was good, right? Probably. Really the adorable dog was licking the salt off of her face, and this guy had at least let her go from the binding of her own comfortable blanket. It had been a sensation kind of like a swaddled baby, in hindsight, and were it not for speaking in the mindscape she might have gone to sleep for the rest of today! Maybe. Not as if she hadn't been planning to get some real good rest, but at the same time she had just been made a prisoner to be brought to trial for the crime of self-defense. Blargh. Even so, the tongue of a cute doggy was enough to wake her up with a smile for a brief moment before the reality hit back again. Not as good as being able to get a cup of coco for the road, but still it was a nicer waking up than her mother had occasionally afforded by telekinetically yanking her sheets off of her bed to make her get up.

'That idiot has no idea! The most dominant soul? Really? We are all one soul! And even if he meant 'her', somehow, do any of you think anyone can stir 'her' up to talk without it taking every damned voice in this mindscape piping in? That's what it took when the girl almost died anyways, and all we got was a pretty short sentence!'

'That fookin' little cowardleh shitehead-...ahem. Our guest hath left, though the girl is freed from her physical bondage for a time at least. Tis' a shame mine blade could never be driven into that look of arrogance, and yet to preserve her life and for her sake shall I restrain my blade for merely a brief time longer.'

'Ah...zee man zeems to have more sense zan some at leazt. Flee vile he still can, oui? Still, zee dominant soul? He vas, as zee kids say zese days, trolling uz. Bezides, if zees was defined as zee most dominant of zee past lives here, I woould-'

'No, no no no no no. Please do not start things over again. The poor girl has enough to deal with, let us not start that matter again. Please.'

'Indeed! Let us save our fury for that damnable whore of Babylon-'

'And here we go again...'

...At least they were preoccupied for a brief moment.

As Charlotte would shed the blanket and stand back up, albeit a tiny bit wobbly at first after the rush of events and the sudden wake-up, Dante would see she was dressed for probably some measure of comfort. She was donning a very comfortable (Note: See her profile pic) black-and-white-striped sweater that came down farther than usual, and admittedly a pair of black short shorts over the silken black leggings she had on. All in all covered and modest enough to walk at least, which was perhaps a stroke of great luck considering the girl's 'other' more common sleep habits hadn't kicked in for a simple nap on the couch. That would have just been awkward!

However, Charlotte seemed to do little but dust a bit more salt off of herself and look back on the floor. Salt. So much salt. Not as salty as her past lives could be sometimes, especially as certain one, but it was going to be a pain to get out of the carpet. Well, unless she was executed for this or something. Hell, that'd be almost the worst thing to happen to her today! Almost. Being in an alley covered in werewolf gore splatter fit for an NC-17 movie was the absolute worst thing, and she doubted anything would be able to outpace that to even remotely take the "#1 Worst Event Of Today" spot. Unless they splattered her maybe to repay the death? Oh hell no. That was not going to happen! She didn't even have the student loan debt yet! She had a life to live, so full and promising!

Even so, the girl let out a deep sigh as she looked back up at Dante.

"...Is it still too late to make that cup of coco to-go?"

One thing at a time. She just had to take this day one thing at a time.

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Valya Karaznov

Time: 5pm
Location: Alexei’s
Interaction/Mentions: Vivian @Pink Khione, Finn @Milkman Ylva @13org

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A smirked teased its way onto the woman's lips as she listened to and looked over at Ylva. A drink and a fistfight, eh? She mulled over the oncoming stream of memories and a slew of traveling adventures that had long passed, and yet all the same it gave a sense of familiarity. A faint sense, but one that the Valya took a liking to outright. Nordic-stock individuals generally knew how to have a good time, that she'd been able to figure out time and time again to her own pleasure. Fight, drink, 'other' things, all in good quantity and balance to enjoy life and pass on another day of living and breathing merrily. Especially when it came to special events.

But that was just one infinitesimal page of untold volumes of humans and their ways. She could write entire volumes of books from the time of her youth and still not be done with the first thousand years after another two thousand! Haha!

Even so, at the mention of 'Asulf' her left eyebrow ever so slightly raised up before settling back down.

"A pleasure, Ylva, though I must say this isn't the first time my choice of words has stirred a reaction. Haha.

I am Valya Karaznov. As for where I'm from, I believe people call it 'Russia' these days. Back in my day it was something far different in many ways, but in other even now is ever still the same. Funny how 'home' changes but also doesn't...

Ah, still, the surname 'Asulf' is one I haven't heard in a long time. Of course I won't prod anything you aren't willing to chat about, your business is your own after all, though I would at the very least dare to at least ask what other kinds of drinks you prefer. After all, a good drink can make for good conversation indeed."

The darker-haired woman let out an amused but low chuckle from her lips, letting one elbow rest on the table and leaning her head against her hand afterwards. Her eyes seemed to dance over Ylva, as if passively and unassumingly analyzing her for a moment, before casually turning her gaze toward Finn and a certain bartender's situation as a teasing glint shone off of her eyes.

"As for you, young man, if you insist on showing people the door here in the future you might want to ensure the door can handle it first."

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Leannah

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She followed along with Narkissa as the other woman ran over to another odd group of-...wait, was that a fox girl? And (GACHA GAME) ODA NOBUNAGA?! It was enough for that to attempt to start soaking in, but she listened on after a light shake of her head. The Oda-lookalike seemed to act well mannered enough, no idea if she was the real one or someone had a nice taste in their new form, and the fox girl seemed to be generally well enough for all she knew. As for herself, she had no idea about either of these two, and simply put she felt running on the assumption they could both be 'Earthers' would be fine enough for her at this point in time. One had just confirmed it, and the other's form was both suspicious and further stood out as alien as she did in this village of humans. It was all she had to run with anyways, and more importantly conversation would perhaps be more important to have once they all could sit down. At least if these two gave herself and Narkissa the time of day, depending on what was going on here.

Though at least this girl from the village seemed to be friendly enough, albeit mistaking herself and Narkissa for friends of the other two. It regardless got them in the door of some place, somehow, and sitting in a room with-...oh. Fire roasted fish and vegetables, such a primitive dish and yet something all so delicious in its simplicity. Had there been some figs and dates and such she might have gone on a ramble about the food of the ancient Egyptians, but alas her cat sense of smell only distracted her for a moment before her human-brain took note of a certain large stone slab. Her inner archaeologist tingled in anticipation, and immediately her attention was pulled away and she moved closer to the object.

Was it a familiar runic script to the prison fortress they'd appeared in? Was it familiar to Earth languages? Was it something of a Rosetta stone for this world's ancient peoples? It was tantalizing, too tantalizing to pass up, though before she got too close she turned to the hostess to at least try to be polite.

"Can I, ah, look at these things as well? Please? If that's ok I mean. Old stuff can be so cool! I'll be careful too, I promise!"

While she was trying to be on her best, the girl's tail and ears twitched with eager excitement and a bit of obvious joy at the prospect. Albeit it was obvious she wasn't the only one. Er...or perhaps she was assuming. Then again the fox girl had asked to see these things too, and native or not an interest in ancient objects was something she could respect! It also made her more suspicious. Eh, either way she wanted to look at cool old stuff carefully if she could. Such a prospect seemed far and above better to her than having to punch some failed experiment from a video game (but irl this time)...or nearly getting exposed by a laser light show shortly after waking up...or attempting to fist fight a giant stone monster and going Shadow of the Colossus on it's ass only to nearly die and send herself flying away at mach speeds like a big flaming comet.

...Really, the bar had been set so low that it wouldn't take much to make the day better at this venture.

@PKMNB0Y@Rune_Alchemist@VitaVitaAR@Click This

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

@Zarkun Gotcha! Been so used to GMs that would, ah, usually prefer to hear the concept before attempting to work it out in an app. Or at least that's been my own history I mean. XD

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

@Sep *question was buried in all the other OOC posts* (lol)

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

@Sep Just to probe things a bit as I work on a character, I want to ask if this sort of thing might potentially work:

So there's a child found to be force-sensitive, and they are taken by the Jedi of course to be raised. Turns out after some time, however, they have a distinct affinity for the dark side. Of course this isn't good, but they don't want to just send the child away to become a potential danger. So a grizzled old Jedi is basically tasked with their care, and taking pity on them and becoming attached trains them on the light side to try to help them keep things in check within themselves.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

@Sep Any limit on races players can use? Would stuff like the Twi'lek and Chiss be useable? Just to cover that matter.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Count me curious.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Leannah

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Bastelian? Vast hunting grounds? Wait, she wasn't the only catgirl in this world? In some part it was a brief moment of relief, and yet at the same time those words brought on a lot more questions than they gave answers. Plus otherwise they'd gotten confirmation they weren't the only possible reincarnates that had arrived in this place, and that in and of itself was something that she wanted to investigate. Yet before she even had a chance to ask more about anything, the man seemed to jog off to help his companions move the dead beast. Regardless, she was still welcome here as long as she didn't cause trouble, so unless their resident embarrassment attempted to court a harem here on the spot or drew the ire of a giant monster living on this land's mountains then they were probably safe. Probably. Hopefully.

Regardless, this primitive village was something that as a scholar she was interested in seeing the nature of more if or when she got the chance. That aside, however, survival and information about their situation and potential 'fellows' was more notable in her eyes. For one thing, they'd either know for certain they were even more abnormal or were among familiar enough company.

Thus without a moment of hesitation, Leannah walked over to Narkissa before giving a glance between the other girl and Malphas for a moment before speaking.

"Well, on one hand at least we're welcome here. It seems I am not an alien sort of being to this world for one thing, but more than that we aren't the first ones to get here at least. Want to stay and see if we can talk to them, maybe gather some info?"

The catgirl then leaned in closer to the only other female of the (at least temporary) group, lowering her voice to where only herself and Narkissa could hear what she would say next.

"Also, if we somehow find board around here for the night...can we room together? You seem more the scholarly and sane type to me."

Leannah in her former life was eccentric in her scholarly pursuits, and it could be said even back on Earth she wasn't standard by any means for her superhuman martial arts talents. At the same time, however, she wasn't a weirdo who called herself and god and could potentially get them crucified by more zealous local 'races' from the sound of it. Of course Malphas had proven himself some to her in her eyes, that she couldn't deny and wouldn't ignore, but all the same it felt safer to attempt rooming or allying for the night with Narkissa for her own reasons.

On a side note, though, her outfit was starting to get to become more and more comfortable. Well-vented, flexible, cute, and useful for martial arts. Better situation than she could have potentially had otherwise at least.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Charlotte Wardwell

Time: Afternoon
Location: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University)
Interaction: Dante @FunnyGuy

(Edit Note 11/24: Got rid of a semicolon that should not have been there and one or two letters from a spelling mistake.)

The four seemed to look at each other for a few silent moments, as if quiet communication was running between them, before turning to look at Charlotte herself. She seemed to only stare back at them silently in turn briefly, though after the silence let out a sigh and turned once again back to Dante. What had been said? It was hard to tell, this was a mindscape after all, though it all seemed to be centered on Charlotte herself. The dark-haired girl looked in the man's eyes as if the panic and anxiety of it all was still there, still with a jacket pulled tight over her pajama-clad spiritual form, though for a glimmer of a moment her now-somber eyes seemed to reflect a thousand stares all at once. It was as if an immeasurably large chorus was looking at Dante in that instant, similar to when the mindscape first took notice of him, though in this case it all originated from Charlotte's spiritual form. It was something potentially rather unnerving to some individuals in the world, though as to how Dante would react...none but him would know. It wasn't Charlotte or the others' placed to decide for him.

"If you want the shortest answer, we are all the same person." the throne-bound woman said dismissively, taking a sip from her glass of blood-red wine before speaking bluntly to Dante as he was a pauper before her, swirling the rest in the glass as she finally looked over to him again, "Untold lives linked in the chain of reincarnation, but in the end we are all the very same soul and simply exist as facets of it."

"Over four thousand years ago, the first of our lives and very bloodline began this process of reincarnation using her own magical research. Ever since we have reincarnated into a new time, extended our lifetime to study and learn of magic and the world around, lived out our lives in full, and passed away to begin again once more after sharing our knowledge in full with the generation to come."

"Vee have learned zee knowledge of untold lifetimes, done both good and evil and more, and zeen untold things zis world haz gone through manyfold over every other generations."

"Yet to each hath always been their own will and force of it thereof, their very life to live and act as they hath seen so fit to do. Only a few of us each of these odd generations stand out to speak most directly to them throughout their lives, and through thus hath our guidance and protection and might stood abreast with them to teach and to temper."

"Of course some generations are more or less helpful than others, like Frenchie here being the latter, but long ago we stopped hearing from the 'first' and she has kept silent ever since. Well, aside from one line today."

"Speaking of 'helpful', joining zee Soviets and getting zee actual Tzar Bomba dropped on your location vehn your 'covert zuper-zecret vitch battalion' eez targeted for rebellion-"

"Hmm? Do not speak of my end and life as if you are so very innocent, you white-flag-waving bitch. I seem to recall you having once having a hand in the very bloody-"

"Enough! Cease thine snide remarks this instant, or else I might gathereth up here that selfsame spear I once forged from the Currid's very bones to silence thine tongues forever in this scape of our very soul. Mine own guides in life were much less uncouth than this!

Thus let us not speak of the past and ourselves longer...as much as I hath loathing and far more for this worm and his master, the young maiden hath need to speak for herself in turn as well."

The warrior's eyes turned onto Charlotte's visage, though she didn't look back as she kept her gaze on Dante. Even so, a few beads of sweat were visible as the younger girl attempted to conjure up something (anything at this point) to say. Yet after another moment, she took a deep breath before finally beginning to speak to Dante herself once more.

"Ok...so what they said is true. about the reincarnation and all of that I mean. They are me, and I am them. We are all the same soul, tied back untold generations to who knows when," Charlotte said, attempting to choose words carefully as she spoke in as much of a calm, constrained, and precise manner as she could muster, "So earlier today I ran into a werewolf that happens to hate witches, when he was asking for direction around the place, aaaaand he decided that killing me was his first best bet once he realized what I was somehow.

So cue me being chased into an alley, trying to trip up a bloodlusted guy willing to transform in an abandoned alley, and these four and others are all shouting at me with ideas trying to help and get something figured out. Wasn't too much help until, umm, 'she' spoke up and offered help. The first witch of our line. For the first time in I don't know how long. I mean it was one line, but that's the first I've even heard of her. Apparently it was her anyways.

So anyways she shared a teeny tiny bit of her power and knowledge with me for a moment, which is draining as all hell usually but way more so in this case, and it was enough it almost made me black out as she basically lent me some Electricity spell that plastered my soon-to-be killer all over the alley...and walls...and buildings...ah...I didn't stay to look at it. Just thinking on it makes me queasy..."

The visage of Charlotte held her stomach briefly and stiffened a little at the end, as if the nausea rose up forcefully, though after a little time of 'holding it in' she seemed to calm back down. Well, calm back down enough to just be what she was like before the apparent nausea.

"So yeah basically I'm a reincarnated witch with past life issues, aaaand the first past life spoke up for the first time in waaaay too long and helped me plaster a werewolf all over an alley with lightning Star-Wars-style in what was 100% just self defense."

This last sentence, however, was muttered out in a nearly-incomprehensible run-on mumbling as Charlotte's visage quickly covered her rapidly reddening face.