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Kinda awk to be pinging the same guy in two different RPs, but it iz what it iz. Barriers gud.

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A full four hundred flying objects within the limited airspace of the arena.

It would be suffocating even if they were just expected to fly in formation, but for them all to be chasing after golden orbs the size of a fist and the speed of a bird? It would be utter chaos, and chaos it certainly was, when the immediate response from anyone who could fly was to launch out wide-area, multi-target magic in an attempt to take down both their competitors *and* their targets. High above, the phoenix-cowl burned incandescent, a flurry of motion, while the snake-summoner found it fitting to scatter the shredded remnants of his creations upon the ground. Within the storm, another blue-haired woman was giving out lessons in flying, as if she had no care in the world for the dwindling number of golden orbs left. Others struggled, of course, the original chase gradually turning into proper brawl. Some fell off their brooms in the attempt, and the referees stepped in to save them. The numbers were shifting gradually. If the trial ended immediately after the 100th ball was seized, that meant that until then, it was to the benefit of the have-nots to collaborate against the haves.

In time, it would become a fight of 100 against 200, more or less.

Kreszenz held her broom, her feet still on the ground as she watched the flow of the battlefield. Occasionally, she took a step to the side to avoid falling detritus, a step to the back to avoid a stray spell, but through it all, she remained where she was, her grimoire floating beside her, her wand in her hand. Allies would be helpful here, a reduction of the number of brooms more so. As for the first to target…

Ah, a Barrier Mage. That was certainly a piece worth possessing. Removing someone else who dared possess magic similar to hers? Even better.

“Canon.”

It was a flick of a wrist, a flick of the wand, a flip of a switch. A single bolt of lightning, blisteringly fast, shot from ground to sky in opposition to natural elements, aimed at the heavyset youth that had just bowled over the barrier mage. Its trajectory was aimed at splitting his broom in half and nothing more, but that alone ought to distract him long enough for the barrier mage to secure his orbs once more.

And if he did?

The Leichenberg heiress would catch his gaze and offer a nod, at once a request for and a command to collaborate moving forwards.
Alright, gonna unga bunga this post out today for sure. The slacking is unreal.
Dang, forgot about this for a bit.
It was a good thing she was small and light. Mountain-climbing wasn’t a hobby that Esfir had participated in back during her old life, and the shoes she wore, while protective enough, were also clunky when it came to slipping into cracks and fractures. Good thing she had buried the ores back in her shelter at camp; the weight would have made it extra miserable, especially when water was scarce and there was no prey in sight. Perhaps she could score another Harpy, or a proper, feathered bird with her bolas? Her thoughts wandered as she continued the drudgery of the hike, occasionally dwelling upon a landmark she spied in the distance or the goat trails that were devoid of goats.

But then, another runt called out to her, and Esfir stopped.

Spear and sling, with an outfit that almost completely covered their body from head to toe. They choose boots the same she did; a practical sort, considering how many runts were still running around without shoes. Ajar wasn’t a name she recognized, but she was never the worldly sort. And anyways, when it came down to it…

“I’m Esfir. The others say something’s blocking the river up in the mountain.” She gestured towards the pathetic trickle of water that she had been tracking thus far. “I’m going up to fix that. If you want to join, then do so.”

She continued to walk onwards, her brow creasing. Water from a mountain had to come from snowmelt, but that wasn’t something that could be blocked, could it? Yet she couldn’t see any snow either, so where did the water originate from to begin with?

“Let me know if you see food. May be a long day.”



@Zeroth@ReusableSword

“Some find enjoyment in replicating marvels with what they have on hand,” Otis replied, eyes narrowing towards the wedding gown as he visualized how he would replicate or dismantle it. Imitation was, within particular contexts, a form of flattery. In other circumstances, it was an insult worthy of the death sentence.

“I doubt anyone expected to be set ablaze by their instructor on the first day of classes,” he mused as he glanced over the fabrics that Scuzzy brought up. There was no guarantee that Chloe was someone who wore only a singular outfit to every function she went to, unlike Otis himself, but if one considered the price involved, it made sense to at least use durable materials for the parts of the dress that would keep one modest. He lifted his hand up, manifesting his Adapa once more and sending the tome in a circular flight pattern around the wedding gown in order to record the details. His other hand reached to glide across the final strip of fabric that Scuzzy brought.

Otis’s expression was more contemplative than anything else as he considered the experimental fabric. Textures in clothing, like in food, enhanced the experience. The cool, permeable touch of silk, the fuzzy flex of wool. Linen, cotton, leather, denim. All of them were clearly different. And while something could be said about using the lack of texture and color to highlight the presence of others...

“I’ll take a strip of Z5 for research and development, but adaptation to prolonged exposure confers no protection against the immediate impact of a fireball. For now, Scuzzy, I’ll use wolfwool for the bodice and the waistline, then gradually transition to silk as I work down to the skirt and flounce. Do you have gold thread as well? I’ll likely do a simplified version of the design on the wedding gown, though less floral and celebratory in nature and more suitable for day-to-day use.”
Collabs allow for shorter responses, so you can get more conversation completed in less words/sentences.


Estelle caught the Knight of Tomorrow’s gaze as she let Amanda shuffle off, and decided that now may as well be a good chance to clarify intent.

“I’m not starting this.”

So indeed, it did depend on Ashley, the most senior member of GEMINI currently present, the one who had survived so many operations and killed so many monsters. What, did she expect the Witch Hunter to be a brainwashed GEMINI cadet here, eager to jump into the fray and engage in murder? A sword was a tool for killing; her sword was always sheathed. Maybe that was how GEMINI operations occurred before. Finn the powder keg, Ashley the one to pick up the pieces.

Good pay, good benefits, good work.

Her paycheck hadn’t gone in yet, she didn’t actually use her benefits yet, and it felt 50/50 on the value of the work done thus far.
But whatever the case was, the Witch Hunter could not overlook the presence of anomaly. Deep shadows surged from behind her, but the encroachment upon her Divine Domain was enough to alert her of the presence of Esper magic. She turned, Dai-katana poised, immediately interposing herself between the shadowy humanoids and the Knight of Tomorrow. One swing sought to redirect the more aggressive one into the bar counter, a Dispel note’s purifying light working to erase the gravity of its shadowy visage, while the second deflection was aimed at flinging the lesser shadow off into the mess of melted chairs.

“Knight! Enemy Esper’s here! Go!”

She had no intention of starting anything, but Estelle certainly had no problems ending things. That came more naturally to her as a former magical girl.
The safety measure of getting jumped by all nine Magic Knight Captains in attendance, no doubt.
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