Crusader Lord

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Post coming Thursday or Friday. Been working as well as having to get other irl things done, and had a lot on my plate from that. Apologies. (@_@)

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

MacKensie: I'll never use my grappling hook again
MacKensie like an hour later: I'll grapple our way across the universe!

@Zapdos

My Brain: "Spider MacKensie, Spider MacKensie, does whatever a Spider MacKensie does~"

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Lillianna

"I hope you find the peace you looking for. Best of luck to you."

The mage began to turn her head back to speak for a moment, holding the list tightly in her hands, speaking as she did so.

"Thank you, sister, and have a-"

But the nun was already gone, and the front door shut. Whether it meant they were busy, or someting else was going on, Lillianna had no idea. At the same time, however, she would let out a quiet sigh and turn her head back toward Fenna and give the other woman a small nod. Success. They had managed to get something of a sort to look at, even if...well, it was just the two of them. It was just something the mage herself had wanted to do at that, and she hadn't even the time to explain things further before they'd even come here so they could maybe get it done earlier and more quickly. It was...a mess, and all due to her hesitation and nerves about the matter.

"Thank you for coming with me, Fenna. I wish I had said something more about all of this business earlier. But, ah, let's head back to the Mended Drum....yes."

A twinge of regret seeped into the tone of Lillianna's voice as she spoke, though she didn't seem to elaborate beyond it or say more. She was at least happy that someone else had come with her to do this, or had been able to at least, but even so she still felt bad enough for dragging someone along for such a selfish reason all the same. Not that anything about this new world business, and getting yanked away, and all of that was normal. She was trying to look into the past of a ghost who had helped them out back there, for pity's sake! Ghosts, monsters, magi-tech hospitals, lightning shooting from her hands, none of this was anything like that!

So why had her attention been caught up in this particular matter, of all things? Perhaps she was still figuing it all out, really, but it was at least...at least something to focus on for the time being.

With all of this in mind, the mage would pull up the list and take a look over it.

The shortlist was only five names long. Sister Irdil had managed to strike out a great deal of possible locations. Once Lillianna and Fenna cross-referenced the names with a map of Central Mytheria, they would see that the villages were spread quite far to the north, west and south of Valhiem. One village however would be the obvious place to look first:

Cherrad - It was right next door to the big city. And it just so happened to be on the way to the Temple of Hades.

Cherrad. It sounded like a small village, had a nice ring to the name and all of that. It was also located along the way toward their mission! Perhaps, well, perhaps she could convince the group to try to look into this matter along the way. A little detour for something she was interested in, even if it was as selfish as she was feeling it to be in her mind right now. She did want to bring it up to the whole of the group, though, rather than say nothing about it. Everyone seemed friendly enough thus far, and they'd be getting a new member to the group to boot, so perhaps it woudl bode well for her chances.

Whatever the case, she'd walk with Fenna back to the Mended Drum and get herself winding down and ready to sleep. Another shower, making sure her things were in order back in her room, making octuple sure the maid she'd nearly fried was still ok, etc. But she'd have to go have a think about things for the time being, perhaps....at least before trying to get some rest.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@ERodeSure! Esfir's group is now at the caves---Lazash and Vola went in to scout, Grunthor and Akeno attacked a rocky slime, and then something blew up! Perfect time for Esfir to return from her short break!

@Zeroth

To be specific, Lazash is the one who caused the explosion inside the cave. The explodee was a walking explosive Flint Beetle. Good times.

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

Congratulations, you all survived!
And some of you can add "murderer" to your CVs! :D

@Xaltwind

Wow, Xalt, so r00d....Charlotte's older sister would prefer to call her a "cute murderer", thank you very much! XD

Meanwhile Charlotte will be calling this "self-defense" for sure. Not that she intended to commit a warcrime, but hey the past is the past~

Pokemon: Dream

Clarissa Ryte

Byjerfal Airport, Commerical District, Byjerfal City

Restraining her powers in a general sense was certianly something Clarissa had become accustomed to, whether it was on a plane or on a ship or just in the general sense. Something as easy as breathing air these days, at least better so compared to only two years ago if nothing else. At the same time, however, she didn't have to be psychic to take a guess at a few of the looks she got on the plane during boarding, after getting up in the air, and after landing again. Even her mother had noted that the psychic trainer's attire was certainly like that of 'some kind of Junior Detective' in some capacity. Was it so strange, though?

...To her, that answer was a solid 'no'. Not compared to how Eidda seemed to be in comparison to Orre at least.

The wastes stretching out before one's eyes, the rocky terrain around her former home back in Pyrite Town, the presence of far less people in general, and the like had become so familiar to her and something she had become used to. Meanwhile, though, Eidda seemed to be bustling to the brim with everything! People all over the shop, Pokemon popping up out of the wild grass and everywhere, it was to a certain extent overwhelming for her even after two years of trying to get adjusted to things and going to school and so forth. It had made her need for self-control with regards to her powers also more important, given that she wondered if she'd be overwhelmed by simply trying to relax them for a second as she was able to do back home sometimes.

Blargh. Just blargh. At the very least, though, Sir Lopsalot had been allowed to sit on her lap so she could hold him during the trip. Well, not that the adamant little Buneary hadn't insisted on it anyway after taking one look at her face while walking through the terminal to the plane. So many people, so many crowds, so much....noise, and that had just been at the terminal! Before landing she'd done her best to steel herself and make sure some snacks were on her stomach before exiting at least. Would be enough to help her focus and get through the surely-to-be-noisier path ahead into Byjerfal City to meet up with the assistant she and others were supposed to find.

Yet even with herself steeled, the whole place felt wild in its own right as she got off of the plane, got her luggage, and began to make her way toward the general exist as indicated by large signs hanging above her and others' heads. People, Pokemon, everything and everyone just moving about in a rush and flurry of colors and cries and voices that almost seemed to only ever move to the beat of its own chaotic rhythm. Occasionally she thought she could see something strange in the shifting mass of bodies and movement too, for example some kind of strange Girafarig in the crowd that was even taller than normal and with its tail encapsulating its head! Or at least it had seemed like a Girafarig. Maybe the nerves she'd fought back were still there and making her see things now...

Breathe. In and out. Controlled. Slowly. Steadily. Just like she'd practiced many a time before. Focus. Rinse. Repeat.

Ah, now that did help her feel some extent better at least. Besides the crowd, though, it was admittedly fascinating to see so many Pokemon around as well. So many she had never seen before, so many from places she'd likely never heard of before, and this was only the start! If she were to be honest, she did still feel somewhat excited as well right now as she tried to clear her head of the nerves otherwise.

"Bun!"

Sitting on her right shoulder to get a view on things, the ever-vigilant Buneary by her side would lightly call out and point ahead. It seemed he could see the sign being held up, though his trainer seemed to struggle a little bit more in commparison. Yet as Sir Lopsalot did get her attention, at least, Clarissa simply looked over to him and gave a nod before changing direction.

It did not help her much, though, as soon she became stuck near the edge of a tightening throng of people trying to push forward toward another distraction. Trying to move across them rather than farther in, the psychic girl sought to get through to the other side if she could. Meanwhile Sir Lopsalot would cling to her tightly to avoid getting knocked away onto the floor. Despite getting progresstively more sucked into the throng of adoring fans and wannabe marriage proposals here and there, however, though, it definitely wasnt hard to hear the sort of things many of the crowd were saying in the meantime.

"Valeriiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

"I wanna see the famous Contest Star before we go!"

"Isn't she the Bug-type gym leader here in Eidda? How can bugs be contest stars?"

"Marry me, Valerie!!! You're my 'Byjerfal Dream Girl'!"

"Seriously dude?"

"Mommy, can we get her autograph? Please please please!!!"

"I heard rumor that she and Lisia might be doing a collab in the future!"

It was like a Wailord had used Whirlpool or something around the woman the crowd seemed to be mentioning, because as she gripped her luggage and Pokemon for dear life Clarissa was being sucked into the throng deeper and deeper as it tried to push forward. The crush felt worse and worse the deeper they got in, like a pool of darkness was trying to swallow them up in a pop-culture-obsessed living disaster. Clarissa by the moment felt tempted to attempt to use a bit of telekinesis to just push some people back and make some space for herself and her Pokemon to be able to at least breathe for pity's sake! Everyone was just so focused and seemed to be pushing her further forward and forward, yet before she would reach the point of 'letting go' for a second out of sheer frustration the girl found herself suddenly bumped into and sent flying forward-

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

*CLUNK*

*THUMP*

"BUN!"

-and spilling hard down onto the airport flooring, into the epicenter of the whirpool of Valerie fans. Right in front of the woman in a black and yellow dress and the other woman dressed in a suit, in fact, though the psychic didn't much have the luxury to look up for the moment as one hand briefly clutched the side of her headd. Sir Lopsalot, in the meantime, had been flung a little bit farther due to his position on her shoulder and landed on the floor between the two well-dressed women. The psychic girl's suitcase, however, was lying on the ground on its side near Clarissa's own feet at least.

"Oww..."

Did she mention she hated overly large crowds like this? Because she did.

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

Charlotte

Well, it hadn't taken much at all to get the small girl in the red hood to join her in hiding behind a big tree at least. At the same time, to her the others seemed to sit there and just...dawdle. Do nothing. Not hide or think or frankly do anything about it all but just stand there. Sure, the girl hiding with Charlotte now was loud in what was a sort or survival situation. That much was true. At the same time, at least she'd bothered to do anything about the matter before them. Even if the others couldn't hear it themselves, was that an excuse to just stand there like it was nothing?!

...Ahem.

Perhaps she was shunting a bit of the stress from herself and mentally onto them for a moment there. But at the very least, she and the panicked girl would be in a safe enough position in her mind. Just in case whatever came through to get to them was-

Bipedal rats. Covered from top to bottom in fur. Complete with one of those hairless tails on each of them. Two of them even wore ragged, torn and shabby-looking... Shirts? Capes? It was kind of hard to tell what type of garments they might have been at one point, given their torn-up and rather disintergrated state. Still. There were now three ratmen in the clearing, having just ran in through one of the shurbs next to the clearing's edge. And as they spotted the three human women that were quickly coming closer to their running selves... They skid to a halt. Then stared. Apparently confused or stunned, not having expected to run into anyone else.

Eh? EH?! RATS?!?! Giant, bipedal rats. With fur and tails. And something in their hands?

The two who wore clothes were about 4 ft (120 cm) tall, they had brtown fur except for on their chins and bellies, where the fur was a more tan color. The one not wearing any garments was bigger, standing at about 4'3" (130 cm) and was covered in dark, black fur. The two in garb were also clutching... Twigs? Branches? No, those were more like... Clubs... The bigger black one held a ... Spear... Or.. Well, a makeshift one.

Hmm. Clubs and a spear then. They were at least shorter than her, though the chance of a low blow might be higher in such a case then. Whatever they were, though, they seemed to take pause at the other three standing out in the open and then decided to attack them outright. Definitely this race didn't seem friendly either, so that answered that question in a heartbeat. Or were there other humans in this world? No idea, but she wasn't going to ponder it right now due to the obvious situation.

She would turn her head slightly to whisper to Sayu, not looking over at her as she spoke and kept her eyes on the Ratmen. Rat people? Ratigans? She'd think of something later.

"Let's see if we can get the jump on-"

Her eyes then pulled over, but instead of seeing Sayu all the bunnysuit-wearing girl saw was empty air and a flash of red moving away from her and the cover. Superhumanly fast to boot, at least compared to herself if nothing else. At the same time the other girl seemed to suddenly sprout comic-book-character-like claws from her hands! It was....certainly something?

"Hyaaaah!"

Sayu/"Leeory Jenkins Would Be Proud"

Aaaaaaaaand she just was running in there. Running in there in a rushing attack. Without hesitation.

...Eh, why not at this point?

Charlotte would pop out from the other side of the tree, finger-gun pulling up and at the ready, before whipping her hand around to point at the nearest Rat-thing and casting Crapshooty at it. While she hoped the attack would hit the target in general, this time the dice that appeared and shot out from her finger were red-colored and seemed to be on fire as they shot off like burning streaks toward their intended target. Fire, perhaps, was their element in this case? Though the action of it all made her feel like some femme fatale main-lead-supporting spy woman from some movie in the 70's or 80's that her dad would watch on occasion....ugh.

@Hammerman@Xaltwind

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

@Hammerman

<Snipped quote by Little Red Riding Sayu>

I just envision Sayu's voice being one of those overly cutesy girly-girl voices from anime... xD

@Xaltwind

Now pair that with this song in the background for a glorious wolverine-style kung fu fest and somewhat hilarious mental image:

Or, alternatively, pair Sayu's actions of attacking with THIS song for a more 'cool' and badass action theme to set the scene for her ala the Wolverine anime (I had no idea such a thing existed until literally just now):

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

<Snipped quote by Crusader Lord>

good old hey arnold. I don't recall that scene at all tho xD

@Qia

I for some reason remember the gist of that episode of Hey Arnold after years of not seeing it. So I might be the true oddity here. XD

Helga's Mom tried to encourage her dad to get to know her more, because yeah Helga's sister is the star idol of the family and the obvious favorite and Helga has basically always been second fiddle. So her father tries awkwardly at first to do something, but doesn't get through or a good idea, until Helga leaves behind a magazine or such with some Wrestling event she wishes she could go to (this is Helga after all) on her bed. But the wind flips the page to some Broadway-type play about "Rats" before her dad goes in the room, and seeing the magazine he thinks 'eh, its strange but if she likes that sort of things sure i'll take her....its the least I can do to try'.

Cue the two at the play with tickets, and its incredibly awkward because neither like it and want to see it after it starts. Her father then admits seeing the magazine open on her bed, and Helga takes note of this as him having wanted to try to really bond with her better. On the other hand, they end up truly bonding at the end of the episode by making fun of and heckling the play without restraint (I think?).

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Lillianna

"I should..." she went to run into Church, then paused, looked back at Fenna and Lillianna, her eyes bouncing from one to other. "You said you were here on behalf of a Lucinda? About a... ghost?" With a look up and down Lillianna to reconfirm that she wasn't scuffed or bleeding or anything, she added a final mouthed, "Sorry."

"No no no, I'm sorry for not being rather clear in what I said. That and not watching for the potential to slip there..."

Yet as the poor sister would seem to dismiss herself to go inside, the mage would nod at Fenna's suggestion to follow her in. Certainly wasn't a bad idea at the very least.

Though as they walked in, it certainly was a sight. The gothic style seemed to continue its prevalence even within the hallowed halls of the building, with high cielings and grandiose architecture within. The stained glass windows even seemed to shine with a clean polish, depicting scenes of what were perhaps legends as well as a seemingly three or four different individuals within them. Saints? Deities? Heroes of old? She had no idea, but it felt as if someone had taken a bit out of old mythology and slapped it into stained glass windows almost at times. Likewise the stone of the floor and the wood of the hewn pews within the grand main hall of the building seemed to be just as neat....and actually simpler as well. More humble, really, but even so wrought with what seemed to be a handcrafted and polished style that felt reminiscent of modern day Earth.

It overall felt as if placing one in the center of something 'grand', something special that was grand in its style and yet not excessively flashy or the ilk. It certainly reminded Lillianna of the architecture and styles seen at the Academy as well, though the manner of presentation felt different to her at the same time.

There wasn't much time to gaze at what was around them, as another sister approached them and told them she had heard from sister Juliet something about Lucinda and ghosts and that she knew Lucinda, but that she could use more information about the ghosts.

"Ah! Yes. Well, I and my party not too long ago had to traverse the Mazy Hillocks. It was there I learned that, well, I am able to see the spirits of the dead. In particular, however, there is a deceased adventurer's spirit back there I am seeking to find out more about in particular.

He died back in the Mazy Hillocks, but he helped save our skins and even helped save my life from a rather menacing direwolf to boot back there. I wanted to see if I could find out more about him, if possible. Though as for details, he was a gambeson-wearing halberdier. Had a fair bit of an accent, came from a small rural village, and said his sister could see the dead as well and was trained at their local church. Had sandy brown hair, messy and roughly-cut short, but he seemed to usually keep it under a helmet."

That-....well, that honestly had been all of the information she could get about him back there, given the circumstances. In hindsight the mage felt a small pang of regret for not asking more, but likewise they had all been forced into a fight immediately afterward to boot. Then the nearly dying part, etc, and waking up to nearly blowing up a hospital room and the male nurses who had apparently been watching over her recovery. It wasn't much to go on, but perhaps it might ring a bell of sorts no pun intended given the setting in the sister's mind. Or, well, perhaps it could get her sent to another person who might have more specific information at the very least.