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Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

Sweat beaded on his forehead, each breath sucking in more of the heat that surged out from the monstrosity before him. His eyes twitched at the sting, but so long as he wanted to maintain a tempting distance with the liondog, Xuan-Yu remained within the radius of its surging heat. But in the corner of his vision, Faye’s angular form stalked the beast that chased after him, so in turn, Xuan-Yu prepared for her attack. One step smaller, bringing him in tantalizing range of the Warped, causing it too to pause just in time for…

The spear met its mark, opening up the previous wound further. The monster turned in its rage, exposing its back legs to Xuan-Yu again. His right leg coiled, scarlet flexors brimming with explosive might. Accumulated force released to the thunder of a human bullet, the Deathstalker chassis a black blur as it shot past the liondog’s uninjured side, catching Grendel by the chest in that same powerful leap.

And with that, the two Frame Pilots were far gone, Faye being summarily smashed through a half-dozen oni before they skid to a stop atop the gore of the Warped. As for the liondog? Perhaps it would be immediate, or perhaps it would be after a few seconds, but Xuan-Yu was not the type to leave a duel without a parting gift: soon enough, its other hindleg would be feeling just a little bit worse for wear.

He flicked the scalding blood off his blade, shook out his sore arm, then winked at Faye.

“I’ll cool off now. Consider a shower before the debrief, yes?”

And with that, Xuan-Yu dissolved into the background once more.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

Well, for all the chatter in the OOC, we're only at 7 or so submitted character sheets, which is still within Fey's tolerance. Though once we surpass that range, I'm sure the cull will begin.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

Water-coward, you say? Ho ho ho, another person to deflect towards.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

Naw, his mother’s genes were just too powerful. Wiped out the Grayle Light-magic gene.

Also Rin, making a light user would just cause a redundancy of princes. There is practically no escape from overlap, unless you want to make an assassin or an archer.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

It's fine, Fey. Just gotta kill em before they kill you.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

The real question is how many prodigies we're gonna have at this rate kekeke.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

Magical overlap is fine. It'll always exist, after all, when one character has all the elements. Also curious, Fey. How do people discover their affinities? Is it like, a blood test or something?

Symphony of Espers

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22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring
Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen
Snowdrop Vestige | Sangfroid Convention
Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose
[Freeze, Slick] Damage X, Restrain, Extend, Construction, Trap, Enhance, Mark, Blink, Powerful

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[Bronze Touch + Mark + Blink] = 40 MP

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 78

_{@BrokenPromise@Majoras End@OwO@mantou}

The barrel swung in her direction, and Klava’s blade swung even faster, knocking it off course. Apollo’s flashbang was simply icing in the cake, blinding the sniper just in time for her to take the one step needed to fully neutralize a long gun and slice open their throat. In that moment, it didn’t particularly matter what the long-term consequences were of killing a GEMINI agent. The short-term consequences, taught over and over again by her encounters with the enemy, was that this plain-faced bitch had no qualms with shooting first and shooting lethally, so there was no reason to hesitate in doing the same. Fair play and all.

She could handle that ashen knight afterwards.

But, in the moment before Moya-no-Yume could accelerate and deliver a fatal blow, Apollo and Breacher started a shouting match instead…which compounded in a familiar face and an unfamiliar face emerging, alongside a very friendly helmet-face…which lead to Gunther’s emergence, the statue’s destruction, and a half ton of shitfuckery happening all at once, climaxing in Fable’s little freakout. Klava turned her head slightly in the direction of the drama, then smirked at the sniper, withdrawing her dagger in one smooth flourish.

“See? Not so hard to use your words, neh?”

Undoubtedly, there was still a big chunk of her that wanted to stab the absolute crap out of sniper-chick, but Klava was a professional, not an opportunist. Though there probably wasn’t going to be any point in working with GEMINI anytime soon, least until this squad of trigger-happy bonobos got themselves killed. She took a step back anyways, and took another step back to avoid the cleaving swing of the now-animate statues. The adrenaline was beginning to ebb now, and the numbness of her left arm transformed into a throbbing pain instead. Wasn’t going to be using that in a hot minute, was she? What a real festival this now was.

Moya-no-Yume danced a defensive dance now, Klava moving to her right as she avoided the clumsy swings of the animate statues. Three at once was tough, but the knights had given her enough breathing room while they were swiping at those who flat-out ran away, and she made it to the armoire just in time to yank one of the doors open and catch a knight’s sword in it, entangling both. At the same time, her melody crystallized, a magical mark sinking into the tiles. Nothing useful for the time being, but certainly useful for the time coming.

“Hold down the furniture and kill him with magic, fast! The objects are just being controlled, so attacking them means nothing!”

And if Betty didn't come bursting out of the woodwork while screaming like an absolute lunatic, that would be lovely too.

Cacophony Concord

While there was certainly some degree of care taken to select well-designed furniture for his new estate, there was no question about it: Ames had shallow pockets and no furnishings of distinguished quality. It was ultimately just a tavern populated with Common rarity items, after all, lacking in any fanciful designs or comfortable textiles. Rustic then, could sum up the Sweet Maid. Simple and unassuming, if one ignored the erratic cultural clash. Still, compared to squatting out in the plains, having a cushioned chair and a mug of beer, as well as a cute maid delivering steaming bread to your table, Ames’s Nuclei was certainly one of great luxury. Time was whiled away there as discussions were had over battle plans, but in the end, there was only one alpha-sigma chad-male amongst them.

Whereas everyone else enjoyed freshly baked bread straight from a firewood oven, Leif was working as hard as always. Who cared for moneysink real estate decorations, when one needed to piss his virtual scent over the dirt and then drive off to get shit done? Mission over bitches, that was the way of the alpha pack boss, and with his bladder empty, his MP full, he let the rest of those loser betas stagnate in the embrace of the Sweet Maid as he drove off into the daylight once more, Arion fuming like a thundercloud.

Cruising through the plains at a comfortable pace, the Wolfpack Shaman did a good job at avoiding any monster encounters as he crested over the small hills that popped here and there. The perimeter that he drew around the Sweet Maid looked to be fairly bereft of noteworthy targets, however. The plains, flat as they were, offered little in the form of actual cover, and while Leif managed to spot a couple more parties off in the distance, chasing after them would bring him much too far away. The most frustrating thing, however, was the lack of any obvious identifiers from any traveller in the area. Nothing screamed ‘Mora-Sho’ or ‘Gakui-Re’, especially when the main army had already passed by the area. It really did appear as if only unaffiliated Immortals, seeking to profit from war without being permanently tied to a particular side, had been hired for the work of both maintaining and disrupting supply lines. Which, of course, was a problem.

Did the Mora-Sho seriously expect his party to indiscriminately PK any other party that was travelling in this direction?

As Leif contemplated such thoughts, however, he saw a glimmer of light from the mountain range. A glimmer of light, growing brighter and brighter. A glimmer of light? No! A twitch of his wrists upon the handlebars, and Arion drifted to the side, moments before a beam struck the space he had been moments before, detonating in a blast of psychic energy!

From the mountaintops, someone was sniping him!

…

The smell of baking bread out in the middle of literal nowhere attracted more than just the appetites of those who were friendly with Ames. A party of six, looking as ragtag as any crew of Immortals, practically collapsed into the tavern, their boots tracking dirt and their cloaks soaked with what definitely appeared to be many battles worth of blood and mud.

“Phew, safe!” spoke the one at the front of the group, a short-haired youth with a metal headband.

The five others murmured their own sighs of relief, pulling their cloaks off and jamming them into their inventory pouches. “Thank god for a safe spot here,” a more scholarly-looking individual said.

“Hey,” waved a dual-axe wielder at Britomart. “How much is a couple of rooms here?”

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

And then Kai pulls his calves and spends the next few weeks being lectured on the importance of warming up your body even when you are a musclebrained prodigy.