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Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

And you’ll be changing up Sepia’s FC for a fourth time as well? ;3

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Been a while, but mm, Fuzi's Wizards Nova musical series has some pretty applicable vibessssss.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Everything’s nice until the instant messaging factor means that people start dropping hot takes that turn the discord into a garbage dump.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

She managed to get them both to Mistral and used the last of the Lein she had taken from her home to buy them new identities. She took the name Goldie Argent and Glory was given a name that told everyone what he was, Freeborn.

Name ┒
Artemisia Argent

Also wew, just realized we got like, two people PMing CSes n everything.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

^{@Rune_Alchemist}

Inventory

Coinage: 8 Silver, 5 Copper

• The (shredded) clothing on his back.
• A fur cloak.
• Untanned boar skin.
• Leather Belt
• Knight's Shield
• Knight's Dagger
• Knight's Longsword
• Dwarf's Polearm
• Rope
• Some preserved food
  Enough for two people to last a few days.
• Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
  Comfortable, but only one.
• A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
  Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
• Communication horn
  Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
• A small pot and a ladle
• Frozen canteen of water
• Map of the Under roads.
  A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.

“A problem restrained only within Sirithen society,” Isidore responded, allowing his spare hand to fall to his side. It slipped into the mess of rags and furs that his outfit still was, out of sight. Considering the dress of the Urutha, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if Sorcha had her fair share of invitations before her stay in Gloomhaven was up, if her association with Tamaln didn’t become another form of deterrent. “A shame though. Much of your intrigue could be resolved within the span of an evening. Consider it.”

Humor faded then, and he felt his own blood run cold, even as his core continued to burn. A volcano beneath permafrost. A life preserved within ice. A chemical reaction sealed in steel. But all that explosive force, all that tremendous speed, paled compared to the flash of lightning. There was no time to simulate, no time to envision the future.

So it was good that Isidore had gathered his thoughts beforehand.

The armory was too enclosed of a space, and Sorcha already had such a tremendous advantage of speed over him that there was no way his halberd was going to be of any use. No way except as misdirection. The crackling of energy was signal to begin, and as the swordswoman closed the distance instantaneously, Isidore took a step forward as well, moving past the optimal range of a sword and slipping into the territory of the dagger and the fist. The steel dagger pilfered from the fallen Apostle swung upwards to meet Sorcha’s blade, and his own stance compacted, elbows tucked to his side, knees bent, and back curved as Isidore’s center of gravity shifted lower.

It would be success enough if his dagger could deflect her sword high enough that he’d be able to duck beneath it.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Real quiet now, eh?

Brilliant Fake Kaleidoscopic Prism

_@Yankee

After a few minutes of calm, the field hospital was now in a frenzy of activity, officers piloting a small fleet of drones to get an overview of the situation in the city while citizens clutching injuries were brought in steadily. Poisons from snake-youkai, illnesses from plague-bearers, curses of misfortune and malice, all of them problems that modern science had yet to find solutions for, and all of them problems that Zen held the solutions for. While medically-trained professionals scurried about, assessing the gravity of injuries and performing first aid on the less-seriously hurt, the scarlet-eyed magical girl maneuvered around the chaos with unearthly grace, her hands glowing with sanguine energies as she purged unnatural maledictions from those who came in. All the while, reports of the battle situation rang out all around her.

Masashi and that nightmare princess were stalemating the mass before them with methods that ranged from cartoonishly brutish to disgustingly eloquent. Hosen had been taken down by the Turbo Grannies, but the Musician was stepping in to assist. Most other mahou shoujos had converged upon GAJ’s ship now, and Suginami’s Running Girl had finally emerged as well, practically ensuring that, in due time, the incident will be resolved. There were reports too of some feral cat-monster that seemed to be attacking their own kind…which was interesting, but probably just a misinterpretation of what had actually happened. More concerning was an unidentified magical girl being in the uneviable position of both heading towards the gate and being far away from anyone else.

As Zen purged poison out of an open wound and sealed it with the breath of life, she pulled out her radio again, stilled her emotions, and spoke out. “Shining Crystal Wall, look to your left and then downwards a bit. There’s a new face struggling with the oni right now. Give her a hand and get her out, please.”

That should be fine. Umiko was a reliable, responsible person, and even with Bunkyo’s Aegis gone, Jun ought to have plenty of fellow mahou shoujos with him to bomb the living heck out of that torii gate. Cracking her knuckles, then her neck, she felt the rumbling of the pavement before her bare feet, and let out a sigh. Turning the corner was ten meter tall flaming wheel, with a tiger’s head embossed upon the face. Too tough for Masashi’s initial burst of bullets to take down, huh?

Bullets fired by police pinged off the hell-steel wheel of sentient death as it torn up the pavement underneath with spiky tires, rattling ceaselessly. Zen walked out to match it, her lungs filled with air, her hands open and spread out as if to embrace a friend. Her lips curved upwards into a smile without animosity.

“Please go back to hell.”

Distance before impact: 50 meters.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Seeing how you're the only person who's guaranteed to get in, why not make a Sepia trailer? ;3

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

It is yeah. I guess you could do something like...powered armor that utilizes a mixture of combustion dust and gravity dust to launch your actual punches at increased speeds + increased mass then. Like Yang's Gauntlets, except the shotgun's at your elbow rather than your knuckles.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

Could just give him gun-gauntlets/boots if that's the case. Huntsmen curriculum specifically states that weapon creation/development/maintenance is part of their education, so you probably can't graduate if you like, fail a good portion of your classes, while Dust is apparently a pretty important factor in killing Grimm.