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AsuraOoh, now this seems like an interesting homebrew. I think I'll keep an eye on this one.
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My favorite genre. :D
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hehe lore go brrrrrr
2 yrs ago
Wasn't the Black Knight "None shall pass," though?
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You ever realize that you haven't changed your status in months, go back to change it, and then wonder what the *fuck* your previous status was even talking about?
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2 yrs ago
No, no, they clearly are referring to Ohio -- which Georgia is geographically south of, so the theory is still sound.
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Bio
Oh, hi. Thanks for checking in.
I'm an exceedingly enthusiastic roleplayer who's been writing for about ten years now and yet still hasn't managed to produce any kind of solo piece of writing worth reading. I like to consider myself a good writer, but that's kind of a matter of opinion, as many would argue that my tendency to ramble on at entirely excessive length about things is boring rather than interesting. I'm also incredibly OCD about formatting, so if you're wondering why my bios look so fancy, that's why. It's just something I do because... reasons, I guess.
Anyway, as you've probably noticed from my avatars and RP choices, I'm more than a bit of a fan of anime and manga, but also enjoy movies, video games, the occasional comic book... the list goes on. For you see, I am not a mere dork - I am the one spoken of in legends, the one whose dorkiness transcends all forms and boundaries. I am... the Legendary... OMNI-DORK!
...Anyway, thanks for dropping in to check on my profile! Hope to RP with you sometime!
Nyanpasu~.
I'm an exceedingly enthusiastic roleplayer who's been writing for about ten years now and yet still hasn't managed to produce any kind of solo piece of writing worth reading. I like to consider myself a good writer, but that's kind of a matter of opinion, as many would argue that my tendency to ramble on at entirely excessive length about things is boring rather than interesting. I'm also incredibly OCD about formatting, so if you're wondering why my bios look so fancy, that's why. It's just something I do because... reasons, I guess.
Anyway, as you've probably noticed from my avatars and RP choices, I'm more than a bit of a fan of anime and manga, but also enjoy movies, video games, the occasional comic book... the list goes on. For you see, I am not a mere dork - I am the one spoken of in legends, the one whose dorkiness transcends all forms and boundaries. I am... the Legendary... OMNI-DORK!
...Anyway, thanks for dropping in to check on my profile! Hope to RP with you sometime!
Nyanpasu~.
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Fumika blinked at Yoshida's comment, raising a hand to her own face as he pointed to his. However, she didn't seem to take into account that their relative left and right sides were reversed, so she completely missed what he was trying to point out. Or at least, she missed it until he licked his fingers, at which point she decided to brush the spot of curry off her own cheek and do the same, since that was apparently normal. After that, she went right back to eating, brushing off the rest of her curry in a flash and swiftly moving onto her dessert. She was halfway through devouring a cinnamon roll when Yoshida's attention suddenly was directed elsewhere, and after a few moments of frowning angrily at some kind of commotion inside, he said to excuse him and swiftly headed back in. She craned her head, trying to make out the details of what was going on, but all she could really see was a bunch of people gathered around a toppled table. They were shouting loudly... That meant they were angry, right? People were even harder to deal with than usual when they were angry, so it was probably best if she just didn't get involved. Someone like her would only make things worse, no matter how hard she tried to help. Yoshida, though...
As expected of a hero like him, he immediately jumped right into the middle of things, and although she couldn't quite hear what he was saying, everyone seemed to calm down and scatter after he intervened. She breathed a faint sigh of relief. It was good that they weren't fighting anymore, and even better that Yoshida didn't get hurt. Then again, Yoshida was really strong, so was there even anyone who could really hurt him? Even in their fight, the only damage he'd received had been caused by his own strength rather than hers...
Either way, she was done with the rest of her meal now, so normally, she'd have just returned her tray of dishes and gone back to the classroom. But Yoshida had said to excuse him "for a moment," so that meant he was going to come back, right? He wanted her to stay there, right? So then she couldn't leave. But in that case, what was she supposed to do in the meantime? She sat in silence, contemplating this as her eyes and, subsequently, her attention slowly began to wander. She supposed that all she could really do was wait for him to come back.
Oh, but that bird out there in the garden was pretty. Its blue feathers were very bright and distinctive, and the crest on its head looked fluffy. It was hopping around and chirping to itself, but then it took off quite suddenly and flew into the air. Fumika watched as it disappeared, and sighed to herself. She wished she could fly. The world probably looked even prettier from up above...
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Needless to say, Victoria's initial impression of the others around her was... less than stellar. For one thing, there was some idiot in a trench coat who, judging by his choice of "compliment," seemed to have somehow mistaken her for a boy. Really? She might not have been "curvy," persay, but it wasn't like her features were overly masculine! And what the hell was he talking about actually sleeping? It was as if he didn't even realize the meaning of her metaphorical words, let alone that she'd been quoting Shakespeare. Uncultured rube.
And then there was the Witch - Yama, as she called herself - who swiftly began... well, actually, what the hell was she even talking about? Her explanation of the "Naraka System," as she called it, appeared to line up with the new information that had appeared in Victoria's head, and the strange new powers her instincts told her she now possessed. And, leaving that much aside, she was standing in a park with a bunch of people she didn't know in the slightest, with no idea how she'd come to be there, and without a so much as a bird chirping to disturb the utter, unnatural silence of the lifeless world around her. Between that and the red sky... well, ridiculous though the situation might have seemed, it was a little hard not to believe the Witch's explanation.
Anyone else, put in her shoes, might have panicked, or been horrified by the knowledge that they'd have to kill in order to survive. And, even Victoria, who was well used to the fear Humans had towards "something foreign" that might take their own lives understood, in some sense, the enormity of what it was she would have to do. But simply thinking about it didn't change anything, so there was really no use dwelling on the inevitable loss of the lives surrounding her, now was there? Besides, they'd just as soon kill her in order to preserve themselves, so it wasn't personal or anything. There wasn't any reason to be upset, even for her own sake, since having her existence erased didn't sound all that different from what it was she desired in the first place. Whether she killed or was killed, where exactly did she come off losing? So, she shrugged, and moved on to what was clearly a much more pressing concern.
...Or at least, she would have if she hadn't been interrupted by that loudmouth in the trench coat, who was asking about Yama's HAT, of all the stupid-
...No, wait, damnit, she couldn't actually fault him for that. Now that she got a closer look at it, it was a REALLY NICE hat. ...But even so, that was hardly her most pressing concern.
"Ehem," She cleared her throat and butted in without waiting for the Witch to answer the first inane inquiry. "So basically, what you're saying is that you'll grant someone's wish in exchange for murdering each other? And yet, it doesn't seem as if you'd benefit in any particular way from any of our deaths. Perhaps you're simply in a charitable mood, but do forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical." Perhaps it was an odd assessment of the situation, but even given the survival game she'd been apparently tossed into without so much as being asked first, this whole setup seemed a bit... too good to be true?
EDIT: Nvm, guess somebody beat me to the punch. I'll drop out, then.
@pkkenI'm finally done with Asuka's bio! I'll just post it here for confirmation before I put it up in the character tab.
Lancer
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #0EB94D || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #FFFA90
Lancer skidded to a stop, the soles of her metallic faulds carving a swathe across the concrete of the rooftop as her spear struck... nothing. Her eyes shot upward in an instant to find Archer rapidly ascending. And yet, he hadn't leaped away from her strike, but rather, it was as if he was... floating? No, more than just that... the currents of the air had changed somehow, as if bending to and guiding his movements. It was a skill much like that which she bore authority over, and yet, it was also its polar opposite. While her own ability created wind from prana, forcing the air to bend to her will, this was more like surrendering his own body to the winds, which aided him in turn. His speed still wasn't on the same level as her own, but his maneuverability outstripped hers by a great degree. Perhaps this battle wouldn't be so easy as she'd hoped...
But there was no time to think. As Archer gave his boast, circling the rooftop, her eyes traced the arrows which were aimed at her and then fired. She raised her shield to intercept them, except-!
...They weren't even aimed properly. Once again, both of his shots missed her, by the same precise degree as his first arrow had deviated from her body. The similarity was too great to be a coincidence, and Archer was still as confident as ever, so then...
...His real attack still hadn't begun! The wind was still howling! Lancer spun, pivoting on the ball of her foot without so much as a second to spare. As she'd thought, his body wasn't the only thing he'd entrusted to the air... Both of his shots had instantly reversed course the moment they'd passed her, fully accelerating to their original speed and aiming to strike her from behind! This was no longer simple archery, but rather, it was as if she was fighting the very weather itself!
However, even in the face of such an attack, she couldn't afford to let up on her assault. If his shots would track her regardless of her location or what defenses she placed between her body and his arrows, then she'd have to personally destroy each projectile he fired rather than simply dodging or blocking with her shield. If she didn't, then even one with her protection would doubtless be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of arrows launched against her. But, at the same time, if she didn't press the attack, he'd once more open a gap between them which she'd be forced to close. That meant that she had to attack him while also defending herself...
As she turned, her shield flickered out of view just as swiftly as it had appeared. Yet, at the same time, using her own rotation as leverage, she raised her spear... and threw it with as much force as she could muster directly towards Archer. Now empty-handed, she faced down the two incoming arrows, the hand that had formerly held her shield upraised as her fingers swiftly inscribed three quick strokes into the air in front of her.
The arrows were only a fraction of a centimeter away from her when the Ansuz rune activated. In an instant, a roaring surge of searing flames erupted forth in front of her, reducing each to a cinder just before they could strike true. Lancer exhaled, catching her breath as the fire vanished just as swiftly as it had appeared. She reached upward, and her spear, regardless of whether it struck Archer or missed him, seemed to reduce itself momentarily to energy and blurred back into her grasp, like the return stroke of a thunderbolt rising upward towards the heavens. Taking hold of it, she leaped high into the air, taking a moment to try to break line of sight within the clouds as she raised a finger to her face, inscribing another rune upon her own forehead. The prana burned into the air, taking physical form to impose a will upon her intent. In an instant, her sight grew clearer, her eyes now tracking more keenly the motions of the fleeting Archer. And, now that she could track his course through the air... she could push the attack!
"Indeed, perhaps you're not half the fool I thought," Lancer's echoing voice laughed over the roaring wind, coming from somewhere amidst the clouds above. "I'd thought you a cowardly Assassin, but it seems you're truly worthy of the class you bear, Archer!"
Suddenly, the wind stopped, then changed directions.
"But even so, the reach of your arrows matters not if they yet cannot overtake their target, Servant of the Bow!" Rebounding with a blast of wind, she shot back downward, bursting through the clouds with such speed that by the time Archer saw her, she would already be bringing down the axe-blade of her polearm straight towards him! "I'll have your head as a trophy for my Master!"
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All things considered, yesterday had been almost shockingly ordinary - so ordinary that Victoria hadn't even been able to find anything worth truly hating in it, which in and of itself was almost upsetting. She'd awoken as she was accustomed to, gone through her morning routine in the same amount of time it always took her, walked to school without anything notable interrupting her trip, and then had attended all of her regular classes, none of which had contained anything of any especial note. There were no major upcoming assignments, no surprise quizzes, no long-term projects, and no classes canceled or schedules otherwise altered. There hadn't even been any run-ins with her more brazen antagonists to give her anything to be particularly upset about or preoccupied with. While normally she'd have appreciated such peace, combined with the complete lack of anything else of note, it had almost felt like the entire day had simply slipped by without her noticing.
Of course, she hardly intended to complain. Peace was a luxury she was rarely offered, and boredom was certainly preferable to misery. But by this point she was so used to the latter that the former almost unnerved her more. Of course, she would hardly have called herself a believer in the karmic notion that bad would follow good and good would follow bad so that all fortunes equalized in the end. While it was reflective of a general statistical tendency of the sort that disproved such superstitious notions as "luck," such things were hardly scientific facts. And yet, when she'd gone to sleep that night, she hadn't quite been able to shake the notion that her peace today had been bought at the price of pain tomorrow, and that something terrible would await her in the future.
So, when she awoke in an empty park, several songs from her favorite album suddenly stuck in her head and inexplicably associated with words she didn't understand, Victoria almost managed to tell herself that she'd been absolutely right in her doubts, and felt quite vindicated before it fully set in that this wasn't just some sort of particularly bizarre dream conjured up by her own paranoia. Where exactly was she? She sat up and began glancing suspiciously back and forth, her unease only growing when she realized she was surrounded by other sleepers only just beginning to wake. Had she been abducted in her sleep? It seemed like the only rational explanation for the bizarre situation in which she now found herself, since if she'd simply sleepwalked, there wouldn't be other people in the same situation as herself, now would there have been? She was used to garden variety misfortune, but... really? An abduction?
...No, really? The more she thought about it, the more it didn't make sense. If she'd been abducted, then surely she wouldn't have come to her senses in the city park, with nothing to restrain her and nobody to keep watch over her. Besides, why would someone like her be abducted in such a peaceful city as this, anyway? None of it made sense. And why...
...Why exactly was the sky a shade as red as blood? And why was there a witch standing over her? And why... Why did this all feel so natural all of a sudden that she could hardly find it in herself to question it?
The hands that push away the world.
Irrational means used to defy the irrationality of the world.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
A way to make it stop, a tool for the prevention of pain.
In simpler terms, these sorts of happenings, the sorts of thoughts she was now thinking, the thing she desired above all else... These could all be called "magical," yes? She had neither the faintest clue or notion of what was happening, but as thoughts that shouldn't have been her own aligned themselves, she began to understand what she was now capable of, and what she had to do.
Rising to her feet, she dusted herself off, and inspected her attire. A hoodie and a long shirt worn as pajamas, thankfully sufficiently oversized to maintain her modesty. That, or her own body was sufficiently undersized... She never thought she'd give thanks for her own tiny stature, but for now, it seemed like an advantage, at least. In any case, she had bigger things to worry about, like what this "Naraka" was, and what exactly this witch-like woman meant by "not in danger at the moment." Hardly a comforting choice of words, that, and yet for some reason, Victoria felt... Was that hope? It was almost as if... Almost as if she was on the cusp of getting everything she ever wanted, if she played her cards right. It still seemed far too strange to believe, and yet...
"'If it be thus to dream, then still, let me sleep,'" She murmured to herself, an ever-so-faint smirk forming on her lips as she inspected those around her. She had a gut feeling that the reactions of the others caught in this place with her could tell her a great deal about where she was... and about what the "danger" the woman had spoken of might have been.
Lancer
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #0EB94D || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #FFFA90
It was a credit to Archer's skill with a bow that his projectile flew with such speed that even Lancer, who was searching intently for it, only noticed it out of the corner of her eye just as it reached her. Even so, although his arrow was fast, the Heroic Spirit of the Lance, vaunted for her speed, was faster. The air split with a sound like a thunderclap in miniature as the jagged, axe-like edge of her polearm swept upward, its luminescent blade seeming to ripple and undulate like lightning as it split the projectile cleanly in two.
Protection From Arrows: B
A look of bemusement, followed by a snarl of anger, and then finally a smug grin flashed across the blonde Servant's face, and her keen eyes immediately retraced the path taken by the arrow. "Really, now, you had your chance to try to kill me and chose to show off instead?" She was being underestimated... She'd have to make her enemy regret that. In that direction, there were only so many large enough buildings that the shot could have been fired from... Her enemy was no doubt already on the move, but she didn't intend to let him get away without paying for his hubris.
Without any warning to either the nearby Witch or her wounded Servant, Lancer braced herself in an instant, then leaped into the air, spinning her spear back around and leveling it ahead of her with her right hand as a rune-engraved golden shield took form in her left. The ground shook and the air howled, and faster than the eye could see, the golden armored Lancer almost seemed to vanish, blurring like a thunderbolt as she streaked with insane speed towards her target.
Agility: A+
She reached the first large rooftop in the direction of the first attack in a matter of seconds, but her enemy was nowhere to be found. She rebounded off the side of this building, wasting no time and launching herself straight for the second. Another dead end. Now there were only two more, but she needn't have checked both. She was getting close now, close enough to make out a shape atop the farther of the two, almost two miles from her original position. She braced herself once again, this time not on any surface, but upon the air itself. With a tremendous release of energy, she shot forward, accelerating as quickly as possible towards her target, lance leveled to deliver a single, earthshaking thrust while her shield was prepared to hopefully intercept any return fire aimed directly at her. It was far from an elegant attack, but if she'd gauged this Servant correctly, then complexity was hardly needed. Her opponent specialized in eliminating enemies from a distance through surprise attacks. That meant she was mostly likely dealing either with Archer or Assassin, enemies whose main threat came not from their direct combat ability, but rather from their ability to eliminate unsuspecting targets and destroy superior foes without giving them the chance to fight. This time, she wouldn't allow all her efforts to be undone by such underhanded tricks and knavery. She'd eliminate this unsightly adversary before he got another chance!
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She'd been worried for nothing, it seemed. The moment she spoke up, Yoshida turned and welcomed her with a grin. He really had a nice smile. She wasn't very good with people, but nevertheless, even she could appreciate such a simple expression. In fact, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that she appreciated such little things more than almost anything else. People were so hard to understand, no matter how she analyzed them, recorded them, or tried to figure out what they were thinking or how they worked. But there were a few little things that she could almost always grasp with 100% accuracy. A welcoming, friendly smile like the one she'd just been shown was one of those things. Fumika felt her unease evaporate in an instant, and so settled into the seat opposite her new friend, placing her tray in front of her. The selection she'd chosen was... well...
A veritable mountain of yellow-sauced shrimp curry sat upon a plate on the left side of the tray, but the plate itself could hardly be seen beneath all the food atop it. On the other side, three cinnamon rolls, a cookie, and a doughnut were all piled precisely into a perfect pastry pyramid. Fumika's bright blue eyes slid slowly from one side of the plate to the other, before eventually settling on the left. Whether it was in emulation of the boy sitting across from her or simply her own appetite, she immediately dug in with a similarly extreme level of gusto, the curry seeming almost to vanish off of her plate. It might have seemed strange, but then again, she'd created over 20 times her own body's mass in clones alone, without even taking into consideration the mass of the even larger objects she'd projected. She needed to replenish her store of energy to make up for what she'd lost.
However, when he addressed her again, she immediately froze, looked up, and puffed out her cheeks like a squirrel storing food for the winter. "Curry ish good," She confirmed, nodding once before swallowing. "If it's curry and it smells good, it's good curry." She stated matter-of-factly. Thus satisfied with her answer, she went right back to eating, but this time kept staring blankly in Yoshida's general direction. She was probably just expecting him to ask something else, and wanted to seem like she was paying attention... But seeing her shoveling curry into her mouth with that utterly serious, focused expression on her face made for quite the bizarre spectacle, especially since she had rice still sticking to the edges of her cheeks and didn't even seem to notice. Well, actually, she did notice - but if she went to wipe it, that would mean looking away from him, and you weren't supposed to do that when someone else was talking. Paying close attention was a very important part of being a good listener. That was important. Haruka had told her so once.
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Classes after that had been fairly uneventful. She'd returned to her seat and begun memorizing the booklet she'd been given page by page during the five minutes or so she'd had before class resumed. Even if she didn't take the time to read every word on the page, it didn't really matter. So long as she had a picture of the page stored in her memory, she could read every word inside her head at her leisure, and memorize its contents that way, which was much faster than trying to keep up with turning page in class. After that, general classes had begun, and there hadn't been much else of note that had happened. Although, the teacher had started clapping and making more of himself at one point, and everyone had given her strange looks when she tried to do the same, so she'd stopped. Well... it wasn't like she could project much anyway. She was still utterly burned out from her fight, and her power was lingering at around 7%.
Almost before she knew it, classes had ended and a strange bell had sounded. She wasn't really sure what that meant... This was around the time that she usually ate lunch at her old school, but the teacher had just told them it was lunchtime. Here, though, there was some strange bell... Did the bell mean there was lunch? Or was it another exercise? What was the bell for?
Fumika glanced around, only to see everyone else was already shuffling out of the room. But... Jett was going one way, Yoshida was going another, and Reina wasn't going anywhere? Then... which one was she supposed to follow? She always went everywhere with her friends, but that had never been a problem before because her only friend was Haruka. But now she had three... So what was she supposed to do? She stood, looking back and forth, her hair bobbing to and fro as if fretting on its own. But before she could decide, Jett was already gone... and Yoshida's blue-haired head was rapidly disappearing into the dispersing crowd... And Reina still wasn't going anywhere... Ah, why did this have to be so confusing?!
But out of the three of them, Yoshida was the one she'd first spoken to. He was the one who'd first called himself her friend. In that case... She couldn't afford to waste any more time, so she chose on the spur of the moment and hastily followed him out, slipping admist the crowd as best she could. But there were so many people, it was hard to catch up to him...
Sure enough, tailing him led her to the lunch hall, but at that point, she got a bit distracted. There were so many people... and there was so much food! Her body's particle creation ability was very energy efficient, but even so... After projecting so many large objects, she needed to replenish her supply. Otherwise, no matter how much electricity her brain produced, she still wouldn't have any material to work with. ...And, even leaving that aside, there were so many things being served here that she'd never even seen or tasted before. Even by the time she got to the front of the line, it was difficult to decide on anything. What if she picked wrong, or accidentally got something she didn't like? As always, choosing something was so unnecessarily complicated... Even if the sheer number of options was exciting, and she was curious to see what everything was, it only made things confusing in the end. So, since she couldn't be sure of anything else, she ended up settling on a rather large plate of shrimp curry, piled high with rice and vegetables. Curry was always good. This was an irrefutable fact that she had observed through extensive research. If it was curry and it smelled good, it was impossible for it to not be delicious!
...Wait, what had she been doing again? She'd picked up several cinnamon rolls and a cookie at some point. Those were also good. But, no matter how hard she looked at it, she still couldn't see the resemblance... The resemblance. Yoshida had said she was a cookie. Yoshida was her friend. She had been following Yoshida. Where was he?
She wandered around for a while, before catching a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue outside. But it was on the ground in a chair, so it probably wasn't the sky. She turned back to look, and sure enough, there he was. She was already out the door and halfway to his table when she realized that he hadn't actually asked her to come along... Granted, Haruka had never actually asked her to follow her, either... But what if Yoshida didn't want her around right now? It would have been rude to bother him... But then where else was she supposed to go? She'd been expecting to eat lunch alone today, so it shouldn't have disappointed her so much to think that she might have to. But... she'd managed to actually make friends... so shouldn't this have been alright?
"Umm..." She hesitated sheepishly a few feet behind Kenichi, as if she were a vampire who couldn't cross some unseen threshold until she was invited in. She wanted to speak up... but the words seemed to crawl back down her throat no matter how hard she tried to force them out. She wasn't supposed to bother other people. She should have just watched and done what she was told. And yet...
"Is it... alright for me to eat here?" She asked quietly.
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