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The truth is that the HRE is a shadow of its former self, and the real world power is the Mongolian Empire, who has swallowed up almost the entirety of Eurasia.

And in true anime fashion, this is the current Khan.



Map do be up. Use this to denote your character's current location in the IC. For future shenanigans, this will be used to track hijinks like where your Property is and how much of Oratorio you rule as well, but that's like, future shit.


But Estelle had prepared for that the moment she saw Loki’s sickles snag against the ground, saw his muscles flex as he tensed against the pain of an arcane bolt and then shoot himself upwards into a tiger’s pounce.

His jaw met the scabbard of her Dai-Katana and the ringing of a bell resounded as all the momentum in his body was directed upwards. The weretiger’s body was flipped upright, just in time for Angel’s bullets to rain from above, puncturing into his flesh. Estelle did not linger there, instead rushing away to secure Spades. Her foot collided with his Tommy Gun before he could recover from Angel’s Rider Kick, sending the weapon far away, and then she had flipped him onto his stomach, deft hands securing the man’s limbs as she locked his wrists together with her Fuzzy Cuffs.

It was a big mismatch, all things considered. Sexy suited mafia man didn’t fit pink furry cuffs at all, and the mana-suppressing capabilities of the cuffs didn’t even matter when their target was a human.

“Please stay like this, or the others will just kill you.”

That was all that Estelle said, before leaping over the banister to join with the Knight of Tomorrow, her Instrument held up to deflect anything that may come their way.
And thar. Can presume that Otis will fire on Iraleth's signal, Nanaya.

There was a struggle within that dome, while outside, it was clear that Instructor Alto had decided to reveal his own Ethos now. Otis could not see as Chunji had, but he could feel the change in the air nonetheless, the budding of a wildfire while trees tore themselves from the ground. Evolved to treants, they rampaged with a crushing desire, but were met by an equally monstrous creation in the form of a giant snake birthed from a bloody pond.

Occult magic, nonsensical and rooted in folklore rather than centralized religion.

So that was Chunji’s specialization, was it? Otis licked his lips, glancing towards how the trees withered and shrivelled at the Serpent’s touch, acknowledging the strain and focus upon its master’s visage. The dome still did not split. In total darkness, he had imagined that Ciara could have at least caused a discomfortable enough situation for their instructor to choose to retreat and reposition from, but he could feel the ambient heat building up against that earthen barrier he had laid overtop, the way the barrier of brambles writhed and shifted underneath, still active, still fighting.

The Strigidae considered the situation. Considered how much he ought to reveal on the first day. Considered the pros and cons of the situation, how much further to push. Considered how much he could rely on the capabilities of Ciara and Iraleth, whether or not they could afford to wait much longer before whatever all this heat built up to revealed itself.

How much did he trust them?

How much could he use them?

Iraleth, Ciara, force Alto near the center of the dome. We’ll break in if he won’t leave. Signal when he’s in place.

That was his only message to the two combatants, before Otis wove essence around him, pulling at the threads of ‘air’ and ‘movement’ within him in order to manifest a levitation effect upon himself, Rio, and Chloe.

“Change of plans.” He spoke this time, checking his firearm’s bullets as the manipulated essence drew them all overtop the dome. “I don’t trust that whatever’s approaching us from beyond the treeline is something we can handle while still beating Instructor Alto, so we need to end this immediately."

A bullet was taken out, and a different bullet was slotted in, one with red casing, with ensorcelled inscriptions.

“Chloe, bolster up your Personal Barrier as much as possible. Rio, launch yourself downwards with her, body-blocking as much as possible. Take the Instructor’s sword arm and immobilize it; Chloe, do what you need with one touch. If it doesn’t work, then immediately surrender.”

He pointed his gun downwards, ready to dismantle his Earthbind spell and fire an Anti-Material Shot to freeze, weaken, and then shatter the thorn barrier from overhead.

“We still have things to do after this. Let’s avoid joining Davil in the clinic.”

//Night 2 | Location: Nameless Forest - Lakeside
@Vertigo@baraquiel@AThousandCurses@Nakushita@Yankee

There had been much hubbub when Masato had returned, hauling a monster the size of a truck with him, its blood leaving a dark trail in his wake. Others saw meat, of course, but it was Kumi who practically leapt out of the waters with an uncharacteristically deep howl. For what was a shell, except for a wok? She had formed too many calluses managing using small metal bento boxes to boil water with, after all. Now that they had a whole giant shell to work with though?

The project commenced with immediacy, Hana instructing with the butchering while Haruko, perhaps only to pull Duncan away from that particularly awkward situation that brewed with Akito, went with her boyfriend to help out in clearing out the guts. It was bloody, messy work, the kind of work that required plenty of water, so everyone vacated the lake immediately and their summer vacation ended…but now, they had something else to look forward to: a summertime hotpot!

Hiroshi, showing some rare sociability, brought Daisuke and a few of the girls around the perimeter of the lakeside camp. Though it was something that they all learned during the wilderness camping trip they had three years ago, only the knowledge-hungering pervert that was Hiroshi recalled the methodology for checking for which plants were safe to eat: physical contact, tongue touch, mouth hold, then swallow and wait for any side effects. With large groups, it was easier to check multiple plants at once, and while the consequence of that was Ayane ending up with some ridiculously puffed-up lips, she took it into stride.

Perhaps it just didn’t seem like a big deal, compared to the disappearance of her step-sister, both physically and mentally.

The physical disappearance, however, resolved itself soon enough, with Ayana’s return, Shun and a mound of meat in tow. There was the promise of even more meat left behind, and at that point? The entire class was mobilized to get all the food prepared. While Masato relaxed and recovered beside a Shun that was gradually recovering her bodily functions, there was almost a frenetic sense of chaos around the two. Ayana was commandeered to bring Daisuke, Duncan, and Hana over to the den of monsters in order to haul over the remaining edible portions of the meat, while Rin and Asahi worked under Kumi’s watch in order to carve up the chalk-turtle’s massive shell into something that better resembled a pot. Others focused on washing or heating up rocks, and still more were on the endless mission of processing as much wood as possible for using as firewood afterwards. It was a flurry of activity made even more chaotic once the meat-hauling team actually returned with, predictably, even MORE meat.

Kumi, looking up from her work, was driven to near-despair by the amount they had to preserve through cooking alone.

Some others, looking at the grotesque mountain of flesh, prayed for the day where they had balanced meals with rice and vegetables and miso soup.

But it was work. Work that kept hands busy, that kept mouths shut. The water-boiling test with their turtle shell pot seemed to have worked out well enough. Those tasked with plucking out edible plants returned with a decent bounty. Rocks were heated up and then gently tossed into the pot to accelerate the boiling of the water. Monstrous bones were cracked open and boiled in order to extract a broth, while meat was carved into thinner bits. Tools were being made as well now, fangs and claws and stingers and femurs being extracted from gradually-deflating corpses.

Tsubaki, her singular hand making her more fit for surveillance than crafting, watched over their surroundings atop the tower built that morning, as the sun gradually sank, the skies gaining the umbral glow of twilight.

And when the call came out for dinner, she climbed down to join the rest of them, in a circle around a bonfire. Finally, it was looking like they would all have a real meal.
It'd be funny if all Gods were just powerful mages from an era where knowledge about magic was easier to safeguard and keep secret.
Kinda surprised hearing everyone planning on busting out two characters for this. Anyhow, I'll be making a Knight. Or maybe a Noble. Depends on how I'm feeling after lunch.
@Estylwen Reposting from Discord.

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Once you do, make sure the sheet is viewable and then give me the link to it. I'll post it in this channel afterwards, as well as edit the first post of the Character Tab with it.

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