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In Just Another Hero [Invite-Only] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Akira Yuzuki


Location: Akira/Himura’s room

Hearing what the actual nature of the blaze he found the class was in, Akira found himself having two feelings about it. The first one is relief, it seems no one is getting expelled nor their teacher has gone insane. The second one was exasperation, did Eirei decide to use his classmates as bait for a trap? It worked yes but still what the hell!

There’s also the lingering issue of they still don’t have a goddamn advisor! The last few weeks before the Sports Festival nearly made him tear his hair out for god's sake!

That was enough whining, time to do his job elect new class representatives? That was easy enough, protocol dictates that he would preside over the process as his last duty. He was pretty sure that he would be reelected once again.

The problem is who would hold the position for female class representative, Jun is the choice if they go by electing the best performing student logic but Mia despite her grumpy exterior is actually not afraid to speak up when the chips are down. Even if he got an earful from the American herself, he actually finds her a more delightful option. She would definitely liven up the weekly representatives meeting.

He can live with either though.

Dragging his whiteboard to the common rooms he began to wait for everyone, only to see a new face just outside the door.

“You must be our new classmate, Miss Amaya Himura right? What perfect timing, I need some help getting this whiteboard down. We have a meeting in fifteen minutes and you can use it as a chance to introduce yourself before we start.”

Before Amaya could speak though, he began speaking again.

“Oh where are my manners, name is Akira Yuzuki, your new roommate.” he quickly added as he began carrying the stands for the whiteboard, leaving the whiteboard itself for Amaya to handle.

The room itself was minimally decorated, there was a cabinet and a laptop on a study desk but nothing much to show personal taste.

Aside from a photo on a study desk, it shows an Akira showing his accepted envelope in the middle while a bunch of well dressed men and women showed their biggest grins. Some of them are covered in sweat, one of them was holding a young girl who stood beside Akira.

Written below are the words.

“Streetlight Agency, protecting and helping since the century began.”

In Just Another Hero [Invite-Only] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Akira Yuzuki


Location: On the way to Class B

"You're Asagumo-san right? I hope you will have a good time working with us." Akira replied as they make their way back to their classroom while doing some stretches, his body felt brand new as expected of someone of Chisaki sensei's reputation. "Just tell me what I can do to make you more comfortable."

Admittedly there wasn't much he can as most of the restrictions placed are to tame the storm that is basically half of Class B being their class representative is like holding a leash on dogs running at entirely different directions.

Based on how Yaoyoruzu and Asagumo are acting though something must be happening in his class, he wouldn't ask them what but it seems he would be doing his job as a class representative immediately.

But everything should be fine, right?



A shocked and scandalized Yuzuki passed through the Class 2B marching towards their detention; or at the very least what was left of them. This is not a normal Class 1B mess, this is something greater, and too damn soon.

He marched back to the classroom, violently slamming the door in hopes that it would gather everyone's attention and stop whatever insanity is happening right now. He entered the room like an unexpected arbiter barging into a den of thieves as he approached the one who is supposed to do that job and whoever this fellow schoolmate that he probably passed by one or two times.

"I got knocked out for a few hours when and I return I found half of the class marching to detention and the other half basically missing." he started in an unerringly calm voice. "For an entire semester despite their flaws I had never seen this class serve such punishment nor do something remotely deserving of such punishment." he further defended to his supposed professor.

"But my mother taught me to not jump the gun so everyone has one chance... he gestured not only to the teachers but also to the curious onlookers.

...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE"

In Fate/Dark Heritage → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




"Just a proof of concept, you would be surprised on how much information can aid you." Caster tried to defend although it is clear that the thought never crossed her mind. If she wants to win this war, she needs to get out of her mentality as a weaver.

She would still defend that the clothes will be useful especially against particularly brave Master or the weaker of the servants.

Regardless it is time to time create her territory, she mentally commanded the spiders she ordered to stay around. At her command their webs become strings that serve as the extension of her will, she made sure that they don't have any onlookers before activating her Noble Phantasm.

For a moment the world felt small for Samira as Arachne spread out her stringswebs around the place, the spiders her children joined in the making of her mural nest. Her weaving building took minutes before she was satisfied and turned off her Noble Phantasm.

From a normal person's perspective, nothing had changed. The walls, the ground and the floor looked the same albeit a certain of sense of dread can't be felt. A magus eye will show something else.

Countless strings of mana were found basically everywhere, existing and not existing by the choice of Caster herself. This is not a workshop.

This is the nest of a spider masquerading as one.

Beating at the center was a loom where all the threads are connected where Caster can alter her territory at her command.

"They found my familiar." The weaver spoke as if she was talking about weather, it seemed the holy man or the princess had observation talents better than she thought.

Fortunately for the two she had other concerns right now.

"A servant was heading dangerously close to our territory, it seemed that he was picking a fight." she declared as she commanded her familiar to discreetly follow. "What are your commands?" she asked as she stretched her limbs, her body language slightly changed.

She doesn't feel like a spoiled fashion princess right now.

She felt like a spider, patiently waiting for someone to fall to the webs she just made.
In Just Another Hero [Invite-Only] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Akira Yuzuki


Location: Nurse office, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture

If you look at the official results of the sports festival, it would say that Akira won his final match. It felt that he lost to every other metric however;

He is the only first year student to stay in the infirmary and missed his classes, he is pretty sure that the entire fight he is on the verge of losing and quite honestly he was sure that he collapsed after they announced his win. His last ditch effort to land a hit had a very huge pay-off.

The Princess Knight definitely didn't expect him suddenly shorten his projected spear and go for a punch, he wondered what would happen if she saw that coming. Regardless a win is a win, hope he made everyone proud.

When he woke up, the festival already ended and his semi-finals match was forfeited. A little anti-climatic but he already showed everything in quarterfinals.

He already had the list of a new Class B roster, there are a lot of changes in the roster and they have the former teacher of Class 1A as their new adviser. He think he was their Bloodline Teacher, a stupid subject in his opinion that could be placed as a special section in history if he is asked.

Professor Danzo right? He was a pretty upright man, a little bit 'political' but he was pretty sure he won't burn the classroom on the first day.

His thoughts are greatly betrayed by the entrance of some of his classmates, some familiar and others are new. They are escorting Yusuke who was sporting.

Gunshot wounds?

"What the fuck happened while I was asleep?" he asked his fellow representative. He only knew one person in the class list who use guns.

But before he judge, he needs context. The world has too many judgmental people for him to prematurely add his two cents.

In Just Another Hero [Invite-Only] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Just Another Hero [Invite-Only] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Noble Arms - The ASEAN War, Second Thread → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The City of Phnom Penh - 11/11/2022 06:10 UTC+8
Cristina

Unfortunately for Cristina, just because she wanted something doesn't mean she should get it. Especially when the fate of nations rest in their actions.

Her Noble Arms dispelled violently as she tightened her fist. She understand where everyone was coming from, she knows that she needs to bide her time. But she can't stop her own emotions.

"I cannot stay here, just call me if you needed something." she spoke, refusing to do something she would regret.

Perhaps she could help at ensuring that the Chinese aren't pulling any tricks at the meeting. She could say to everyone that she's taking an enthusiastic walk.
In Fate/Dark Heritage → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




After her eventful summoning, Caster immediately went to work. Preparation is her key to victory in this war and there are quite a lot of things a Caster could do before anyone can see face.

The first are clothes obviously, not only her master's clothing look boorish but it is lacking even with practical protection that clothes should have. Thanks to her she will now enjoy the benefits of a clothes that will never feel the heat of cold, can apply Presence Concealment albeit at a low-level, be attention grabbing when she needs to and even endure blows from some servants. She won't rely on the last feature though.

Second is a quick utilization of her connection with spiders, it was mostly diminished due to her being a Caster and not a Rider but it was still existing and even more subtle.

"I think a found a Servant." she spoke as she move through the countless spiders she had her master's familiar spread around the city before a smile creeps on her face. "A lovely lass she is, although I'm curious about the culture of the clothes she's wearing, she looked like a princess of barbarian lands, as likely such a term is."

"The Master is a holy man though so I don't like him."
In Fate/Dark Heritage → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




The Greatest didn't show it in her face but she knew that this Holy Grail War is going to be a hard fought battle, she is no hero or magus that wield the mightiest of all magics. Her greatest advantage would be the age of her legend but if she faced an actual warrior she would be hard pressed to win.

Well she need to step up her game as the humans of time say, she already did one impossible thing what is another?

She decided to let the discussion about the gods end, her patron must have gotten the message. She doesn't care what she do just don't rope her into it.

Her stunt however ended in an unexpected outcome as her patron flirted with her. It appears that whatever the era of humanity she went, humans will remain mystified by her beauty. Her lips twisted into an alluring smile, not like she minded it. It doesn't care what form it is, she loves the attention.

"Maybe we can talk about that once we got to know each other." she teased before letting go of Samira who is definitely now turning red with embarrassment. She wasn't the first and if they won she won't likely be the last, can she make it would never be the case?

Nobody, absolutely nobody got her heart in her first life. She wants to see if this woman can up the Age of Gods in that regard.

The amusing distraction aside Samira was right at the cloak, it would be something difficult to wear in public with claiming attention.

"The fashion of Modern World is something I should learn at the end of this war." she concluded as she snapped her fingers. The thread began unravelling, multiplying, kneading once again at her commanding. The cloak is now a turned into coat of black laced with golden hexagonal pattern.



It would still attract attention of people but for an entirely different reason, she needs to show the world her once in a lifetime brilliance after all.
In Fate/Dark Heritage → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




The Caster looked smugly she saw her master's lost face, that was hilarious especially when she fixated at her appearance. Admittedly her clothes are inspired by what was worn in the current day but what should she do wear the boring garbs her era made?

Not by her choice, she has standards and they only got higher when she died.

Her hands began moving as she answer to her patron.

"But those are not part of criteria to be victorious, am I right?"

As she listen to her patron, now named Samira introduce herself. At the same time, she masterfully manipulated her threads to create a dark cloak at first glance it appeared to be simplistic but magical detection would say that it was a Mystic Code for a lot of things.

"You don't need to worry about my thoughts on the gods, while I do desire my pound of flesh I do decide that such pettiness was not worth my time."

She tossed her cloak in the air, letting it land to Samira as it landed on her back perfectly.

Then Caster used the two two thread that remained attach to pull her into her face.

"As long as that faith of yours didn't bother me or my hard earned achievements. I can and will live in the same space as them."

Using her own hands, she made know to make sure that cloak will stay in its place before letting go.

"That Mystic Code can take various types of attack, adjust itself for your own comfort and even provide you a rank low ranked Presence Concealment, how's that for a demonstration dear patron."

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