Feyblue

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

But how will you interact with someone other than Fumika if Fumika follows you like a lost kitten wherever you go? 0w0

(There is no escape now the fluffy one shall find you)

@Zeroth

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

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To be perfectly honest, Fumika had never made riceballs before. In fact, she'd never really cooked much of anything before. This wasn't because she couldn't do so, or didn't know how - she'd seen people cook enough that she had more than a basic idea of the necessary steps. It was just that, quite simply, she'd never really had to or thought about doing so before. So, stored as it was in the very back of her mind, it took her a few moments and a few sidelong glances at Jett to remember what she was supposed to be doing and copy any steps she wasn't clear on from him and the shiny girl. As such, she had only just rather clumsily set about the arduous task of figuring out what tools and utensils she needed, where the rice was, and how to make her copy move and help her without knocking everything she'd just taken out off of the table, when she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. She started, instinctively taking a step forward and turning around as her copy abruptly froze up, coincidentally between her and the one who'd just touched her, as if Fumika was hiding behind herself. This thus presented the rather odd spectacle of Fumika's now emerald green and glowing eyes, plus her sharply upright ahoge peering over the top of the fluffy crest of her own copy's head, while said copy stared blankly into the middle distance.

"Motome-san, don't forget your apron." She blinked as he held out an apron towards her. Right, people who were cooking were supposed to wear aprons, like the pink one she'd had as a child. She nodded, and her copy reached out, took the apron, and then set about tying it around her while she continued staring at Donny, only shooting occasional glances at her projected self to make sure it didn't go intangible and drop what it was holding.

"I thought the empty man would be scary, but he's actually nice," She murmured to herself, once again forgetting she was speaking out loud. "Well, I guess he's not really empty... maybe he's squishy? But how does he know my name? The video? ...But what was...? Let's see... I think the mean Yoshida called him... Donny Yang-? Oh. Partner?"

Her train of thought was cut off as she finally processed his next words. A partner...? Didn't he see that she already had made one? She poked her copy demonstratively.

"I have a partner, though," She objected innocently, cocking her head quizzically to the side as if she didn't understand. Her copy stepped back, turned around, and stood directly in front of her, and she once more wrapped her arms around it and snuggled against its soft, fluffy hair. "Fumika's partner is also Fumika, see?"

Needless to say, he didn't seem to. Neither did the strange blonde boy who approached only moments later, asking similar questions. It took her a moment to process this before it finally struck her. Did they want her to join their groups? There must have been some kind of mistake. If she joined them, then they'd have three people, not two. And wouldn't she get in the way? But they both seemed so nice... Of course, she didn't mind joining if they really wanted her to, but then who was she supposed to join? If she accepted one she'd have to refuse the other... She looked back and forth between them in increasing surprise, mounting disbelief, and ever-rising confusion, fretting and fussing alternatively with her own bangs and with those of her copy as she tried to come up with an answer. Faint sparks darted between the ends of her hair, causing it to frizz and stick out at wild angles as her ahoge wobbled back and forth like the rocking of an unsteady boat.

"Umm, if you want Fumika- Erm, I mean, if you want me to join you then I don't mind... But... um... It's hard for me to be in two groups at once..." She hung her head, looking sheepishly at Roy as if asking for forgiveness. Since he'd asked second, maybe he'd understand? If only there was some way she could... No, there was a way... This problem was the opposite of her usual one, but that just meant she needed to apply the opposite solution!

"I know!" She declared suddenly, pounding a fist in her open palm, which in turn rested on top of her copy's head. It wobbled slightly, but otherwise seemed completely, stoically nonplussed by the impact. "If you want a Fumika too, you could have this one?" She motioned sheepishly to her smaller copy, which in turn motioned to itself. "It's not very useful, though, because it keeps knocking things over..." She admitted. She might have gone on advocating this approach, but then, against all odds, a third person arrived and also asked for somebody to partner up!

"Ah, I guess I could make another one if you really need one...! But, umm, I don't have much energy left, so I might pass out if I try to manage two... And they'll probably knock everything over..." But at the same time, they were all nice enough to ask her to join them, so how could she say no...? Ah, this was so difficult! Why was this all happening so fast? Why now, all of a sudden?

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

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As the teacher pointed at her, Fumika blinked, cocked her head to the side, and turned around, as if looking for someone behind her. When no such individual appeared, she turned back around, seeming to realize only at length that the instructor was addressing her. Had she been knocking things over? She hadn't really noticed as she'd crossed the room, because she'd been focusing on trying to find the main character seat. Maybe her hair had snagged on some things and knocked them to the ground? That happened sometimes...

Oh. He was moving on with the lesson. As he began reciting the contents of the syllabus, Fumika's attention wandered a bit. She'd already memorized the copy online at a glance, so she already was familiar with most of what he was saying. And, when she'd recorded the people in the room earlier, she'd had plenty of time to survey its contents, so she already knew roughly where everything was... She glanced back over to where Jett was, seated almost completely on the other side of the room. He seemed like a nice person, and was apparently her friend... Wasn't she supposed to spend time with her friends? In that case, shouldn't she have taken the seat right beside him where the shiny girl from the exercise was sitting? Over here, she couldn't even talk to him... But Yoshida had specifically told her to get this seat. That meant it was important, right? She supposed she'd just have to give up on getting the chance to talk to him again... That made her a little sad.

Before she knew it, the teacher began moving on to their assignment for the day. They were supposed to make riceballs, which was easy, but they were also supposed to partner up into groups of two... But weren't there seven students in the room, including her? That didn't make sense. Seven divided by two wasn't a whole number. They needed another person...

Oh, but she was supposed to be partnering up with someone. Whenever she'd needed a partner back home, she'd always just run to Haruka. In that case, she should... She took two steps towards Jett, then stopped, her hair drooping as she overheard him say something about partnering up to the shiny girl... Then who was she supposed to partner with? The only other person she recognized was the big, empty man who'd been on the other team during the earlier exercise... But he seemed to be partnered with someone else, and she didn't want to bother him. There was also a blonde boy and a tiny, white-haired girl who seemed to be working together, but that just left...

Fumika stood alone in the far corner of the room, shoulders slumping slightly as she realized she was, as usual, the odd one out. It was strange. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered her. After all, she was used to just watching. This was how it normally went. This was fine. It had always been fine. So then why, suddenly, did this feel so strange? Of course nobody would want to partner up with someone like her. She was stupid, and annoying, and would only get in the way. It was best for everybody if she just watched.

"Is it alright for me to eat here?"

He'd immediately turned around and smiled happily, as if he was glad just to see her. That smile made her want to smile back. It made her feel strangely warm inside, in a way she couldn't quite describe, but had missed sorely ever since their conversation had abruptly ended.

"Sure, Motome-chan! Grab a seat!"

He hadn't hesitated to welcome her. Even though she'd gone out of her way and approached him, he hadn't been bothered by it.

She wondered. If she'd been a little faster to ask someone to be her partner, would they have smiled for her, too? Maybe Jett would have given her that strange grin of his, called her by her name and welcomed her to join him. Or maybe the other people she didn't know would have been nice to her even though she was stupid? But these well-wishing fantasies swiftly collapsed as prior experience reminded her of how farfetched they were. Besides, even the teacher had been upset with her... The students would probably just think she was a bother, right? She sighed. Maybe, if Yoshida had been there, then maybe she wouldn't have had to feel this way...

She shook her head. There was something she was supposed to be doing. She couldn't afford to waste time. There weren't enough people for everyone to have a partner, but that was fine, because so long as the numbers were right, there wouldn't be a problem, would there? And a fake partner would do just as well as a real one. They wouldn't even be angry with her no matter how badly she messed up. It was just like gym class back home, before she met Haruka. Or group discussion time in literature class. Or lab time in science class. Or really any time she needed help with something and she couldn't ask Haruka. Right. This had always been more than sufficient. In fact, it was faster this way, because she didn't need to worry about understanding what anyone else was thinking. So long as she could solve the problem at hand, it was fine. This was normal. There wasn't anything to worry about. A computer worked best when addressing one task at a time, and any power she devoted to a problem she couldn't solve or to people she couldn't understand was wasted effort. So, she'd give her all to complete this task, and address the situation at hand!

Her eyes flickered to green, and a drastically shortened bar pulsed back to life around the crown of her head. Her energy was still at only about 14%... It wasn't like making another her required much effort to maintain, though... And so long as she didn't go more than a couple of inches away from herself, then the transmission would stay efficient enough that it was manageable. Cooking didn't take much exertion, either, so she could probably keep it up without passing out in class. Still, there was no sense in wasting energy she didn't need... And it had been a few years since she'd really cooked anything herself. Rather than trying to make her current self do something it hadn't done, maybe a smaller her would be better?

A significantly shorter, slightly younger Fumika, clad in a frilly navy blue dress and a bright pink apron, blinked into existence next to her. Fumika reached out a hand, and little her did the same, before both image and original moved in perfect sync, shaking each other's hands.

"I'll be your partner. Thank you for working with me~," She recited in a sing-song, childish voice to herself. Naturally, since she was talking to a projection, there was really no point, but getting to cooperate and get along with herself like she'd seen others do with each other made her happy, so she'd long ago made a habit of treating her copies as her friends when she could afford to. Little her gave her a smile that seemed somehow brighter and more welcoming than she remembered herself being, and stepped forward, hugging her tightly. She hugged back, nuzzling her cheek against her own fluffy hair. Something she didn't really understand still hurt, even now... But this felt a little better than how it had been before. This, at least, was one thing she didn't dislike about her Quirk. She never had to be lonely, nor did she ever have to trouble anyone or worry about how they felt, or other things she couldn't understand.

Even if nobody else noticed or cared, and even if she was all alone, Fumika always had as many friends as she needed to cheer her up.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

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Fumika was so caught up with her own gloom and indecision, that she almost didn't notice somebody had walked up to her until suddenly, Yoshida's voice snapped her to attention. He apologized for taking so long... So it wasn't just her own impatience? He really had been gone longer than expected. But he had come back. Just as expected, he had come back. Then... she'd understood him! Without even having to ask for clarification, she'd managed to properly interpret his meaning, and unravel the implications of his words. And even though he'd been in a hurry, he'd still come back, just like he said he would. "I managed to communicate. Good job, me," She murmured to herself, rubbing her hanging bangs against her cheeks and taking comfort in the familiar softness and warmth. As if recharged by her newfound happiness, her hair gave a quiet crackling like laundry just removed from the dryer. A fresh wave of static jolted down the ends of each strand, causing her formerly drooping bangs to once more fluff violently outward and her curling ahoge to shoot right back upright. And, as she stood up to follow him, her long, trailing braid in the back twitched a bit from one side to the other as if possessed of a will of its own, giving her a rather uncanny resemblance to a puppy wagging its tail in delight at its master's return.

Fumika still was curious about a lot of things. Yoshida apologized even though he'd come back like he'd said he would, which didn't really make sense to her. He hadn't told a lie, and sitting around like he'd asked her to wasn't a difficult task to perform, so why was he saying he was sorry? And... She'd wanted to talk to him more. Well, maybe "talk to him" wasn't really accurate, but she wanted to listen to him talk, like she'd always listened when Haruka had told her stories or taught her about being a hero. He was really energetic and nice, so when he spoke to her, it was fun. It made her feel good about herself, because she knew that such a cool person wanted her to hear what he had to say. But once again, it seemed like she wouldn't get the chance, which made her sad.

At least they'd be in the same class... is what she thought, but then Yoshida said that he was in a different elective. Although he told her what to do while he was gone, she couldn't help but wish that she could just follow him instead. Still, she had something to do, so that was better than nothing, right...?

Before going, he also said something else strange. "See you later," was normal enough. Haruka had said the same when Fumika had left for Hosu. It meant that they'd meet at some later time, which she'd never had any reason to doubt before. But then he added on all sorts of big words to explain himself, which she didn't really get. It almost sounded like he was asking her not to approach him... But then he said he wanted her to...? It didn't really make any sense, but he probably wasn't telling her to leave him alone... right? If she was troubling him, it would have been more direct, like how it usually was.

"You're stupid and annoying and you keep getting in the way! Why don't you just leave me alone?"

Fumika shook her head. Yoshida was her friend. He was nice like Haruka. He wouldn't say something like that. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. So, doing her best not to remember what she couldn't forget, she raised a hand and wobbled it slightly from side to side in what was probably her idea of a wave.

"See you later, Yoshida."

As they parted ways, her ahoge drooped once more, and she gave a dejected sigh. Back home, there hadn't been many students, so everyone had always been in the same class, which meant she could always spend time with Haruka. But here, it seemed like she wouldn't be able to spend time with her friends as much. Friends... In the first place, the plural still seemed strange to her. This place really was nothing like what she was used to... Everything was moving so much faster and there was so much more everything and all of the everythings were... were...

Fumika yawned. Today made her sleepy. But she couldn't sleep here. This was a hallway. It wasn't comfy enough to sleep. She shook her head, and rubbed her hair vigorously against her cheeks until her focus came back. Class. It was time for class. Locating the door, she entered only to find everyone already sitting down, and a tall man at the front talking about something. Probably food. This class was for food, right? Then they were probably talking about food. There were a few people she recognized, but several more who she didn't... Confusing. It was much simpler if one always had the same classmates, like she was used to. Now she'd have to record them, too, so she wouldn't fail to recognize them... Her eyes blinked red, and she ran her eyes over the room. Just like that, she was done. Oh, right. She was still standing in the doorway, and people were giving her funny looks again. Was she interrupting something?

Oh. This was a class. You weren't supposed to stand in class unless you were presenting or answering something. Was she doing either of those things? If she was answering, what was the question? She couldn't remember a question, so she must have missed it. In that case, she wasn't answering. So why was she standing up? She needed to sit down. Jett was here, so she could probably... No. The Main Character seat. Yoshida had told her to get it, so that meant it must be important. She needed to do it. So, resolutely plowing her way across the room, she completely ignored the ruckus she was causing as she slipped past and stepped over anyone in her way until she found the chair in the corner by the window, and which point she tossed herself down in it, either completely oblivious to or welcoming of whatever attention she might attract in so doing. The main character was supposed to make a big entrance like that, right? She hoped she was doing it right. She'd never been the main character before... This all would have been so much simpler if Yoshida had been there to give her advice...

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Harukaze Haruka

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{"'With great power comes great responsibility,' and I'm as powerful as they come! Fear not! The heroine has taken the stage!"}
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{"It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be unbeatable - the strongest ever! Now look at me... Pathetic."}
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{"I'll use my power to copy your strength, and grant that wish of yours. For you, Haruka... I'll be a hero for you!"}

{"That's not it... Fumi, you always admired me, but you never realized, did you...?"}
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• Backstory •

Harukaze Haruka is an anomaly. Given the statistical data pertaining to Quirks, the chances of a person such as her coming into being are, effectively, almost zero. Both her father and mother were born completely Quirkless, greatly increasing the otherwise relatively low chances that any child they might have sired would also be Quirkless. Of course, it wasn't unheard of for the children of two Quirkless parents developing an entirely new Quirk of their own, but in most cases, these were relatively unimpressive minor mutations, or, more rarely, some sort of low level transformative or emission-based ability.

Instead, Haruka manifested a monumentally powerful reinforcement type Quirk, despite the odds against such a thing happening. So, from the very start, she came to see herself as being able to do anything she put her mind to. After all, the odds had never stopped her before, right? So, for example, if she wanted to become the next great hero, a valiant warrior for justice to rival All-Might, that would be no problem... right?

It's unknown what sort of childhood she had, but evidently, her tremendous independent streak and somewhat inflated view of herself got her into trouble time and time again. Eventually, her parents - both respectable business-folk - realized they simply didn't have the time to supervise her. So it was that Haruka was sent out to live with her aunt and uncle in the distant countryside, transferring into a small rural school. After that point, the rest is history. She befriended an isolated, strange girl, the two went on many adventures together... and then she lost her right leg saving that girl's life.

That girl would go on to become a Hero. But as for Haruka, what was there left for her to do? The power that had opened up limitless possibilities before her was suddenly gone. The dream she'd once pursued fervently was unattainable. And the strength that girl had so admired might as well have never existed.

All that she could do was wish for that girl's happiness. If she, at least, didn't succeed, then Haruka's sacrifice would have been for nothing.

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{"You never needed my strength."}
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♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

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It had been almost ten minutes since Yoshida left. A normal person probably would have assumed that he wasn't coming back. And yet, Fumika was still sitting out on the back veranda of the cafeteria. She could have just as easily left. After all, she'd long since finished eating, and, in fact, she probably should have departed. After all, cooking class was next on her schedule, and it would be starting any minute...

But she didn't think about any of those things. After all, Yoshida had said to "excuse him for a moment." "For a moment" implied that his departure would only be temporary, right? That meant he had basically asked her to stay there. He had said he was willing to be her friend. It would be mean to leave one's friend behind. If she left, she'd be being mean. But she wasn't supposed to miss class, either, especially on the first day... She was supposed to do her best, otherwise she might not succeed at becoming a hero. If she didn't become a hero, Haruka would be disappointed in her. In that case, what was she supposed to do? Her blue eyes darted between the entrance and the table in front of her as she weighed her options. No matter what, she didn't want to disappoint either Yoshida or Haruka... But she'd have to choose between her goal and her new friend, anyway? There clearly wasn't any right answer to be found.

This was why, above all else, Fumika hated having to choose for herself.

Fate/esoterica

Lancer

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #0EB94D || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #FFFA90

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Her deception had failed. As she fell through the clouds, her Rune-enhanced vision caught sight of Archer stopping his flight approximately a mile away. He knocked two arrows to his bow, but as he fired, he twisted his aim, sending one of the two projectiles streaking upward and behind him. So, his perceptions really were infallible. Not only had he seen her discard her spear, he'd managed to follow its movements perfectly without even needing to divert his attention from her. But it was no matter, right? Her spell had already taken effect. Under its guidance, her lance would seek him out, no matter where he ran or how it tried to divert it. Unless... No, wait! As the two projectiles were about to collide, Lancer saw what was about to unfold. His arrow... It was going to strike the runes she'd engraved upon the spear's haft. If those were disrupted, then the entire spell would fail. Damnit... So he'd even seen through her tricks that far? Or perhaps his instincts were simply that good. Regardless, she had no choice. As his second arrow nearly reached her, she called back her spear once more, and it crackled and vanished in a streak of lightning just before the arrow could connect.

Originally, she'd intended to use the array on her right hand - Ansuz encircled by four Sowilo runes - to release a destructive burst of fire and hopefully intercept her enemy's coup de grace. However, he'd done something unexpected. Instead of a powerful shot that was sure to connect, he'd simply fired another simple projectile, evidently falling completely for her deception of being nearly crippled and unable to defend herself. True, his last shot had pinned some of the tendons of her left arm. She couldn't raise it in order to wield her spear. But even so, so long as she had at least one hand to hold her spear, she could still fight. With her first attack having failed, there was no reason to waste a valuable advantage on simply defending herself.

Her spear flashed back into view, appearing within her open hand as she twisted in mid-air, battering his final arrow from the sky. Once again, she'd been underestimated. Rolling sideways, she abruptly stopped her fall, bracing herself against the unseen air and leveling her spear like a knight about to charge. As her enemy crowed out his victory, Lancer's beautiful face contorted into a mask of rage. "Feel no shame," he said. How could she even begin to do such a thing? She'd sworn upon her life that things would be different, that this time, she'd protect her master and achieve lasting victory, no matter what. And yet... And yet...

She couldn't overtake him, even with her great speed. She couldn't strike him down, even with her vast power. She couldn't outwit him, even with her vast knowledge. She couldn't even sway the odds in her favor, regardless of her sacred right. It was disgraceful. Shameful. Unseemly. Disgusting. Her master was watching her, and she was bringing this shame upon his and her cause by being so soundly bested? Utterly unforgivable! She would never saddle her beloved lord with the ignominy of defeat... She wouldn't allow this infuriatingly smug bastard to make a mockery of one such as her...! Even if it all seemed hopeless... there was still one tool she had left at her disposal. There was no longer any reason to be hesitant. If she allowed this prey to escape her grasp any longer, he'd surely be the end of her, if not today then tomorrow, or the day after. This chance to claim his life would never come again. For the sake of her master, and for her pride...!

"You'll pay... You'll pay for this!" She hissed, her fist clenched tightly around her spear as it trembled in barely contained rage. Sparks seemed to fly from the head of her spear, jumping higher up and into the clouds and spreading across the sky. Tempestuous winds flurried around her, as if her fury had become incarnate in a sudden gale. "Did you think I would simply flee like a dog with my tail between my legs?! I swore to my beloved that I would show him the farthest limits of my power, that I would protect him no matter the cost... I won't be bested by merely the first of his enemies...! For the one who commands my everything, nothing short of victory is acceptable!" Her roars of anger slowly changed their tone as a wild smirk broke forth on her face. Upon the haft of her spear and the back of her gauntlet, nine runes sprang back to life, flashes of fire erupting from her hand and encircling her spear, which seemed to shiver in anticipation as if alive. Miles away, upon a distant rooftop, Edward might already be feeling it. Lancer's prana intake had skyrocketed from almost the moment the fight began, but the amount of energy needed for her upkeep now dwarfed even that. There could be no questioning in his mind what she was about to do.

"You want to exchange gifts, Archer?" She drew back her head and gave a raucous laugh, her golden hair whipping wildly around her and her eyes flashing with malice. "Very well! In that case, I'll give you oblivion!" The moment she spoke those words, almost too fast to be seen, she dropped into a crouch and hurled herself forward one last time. The distance between them was almost a mile, but as she'd done initially, she accelerated from a motionless stance to her top speed almost instantaneously. To any eyes less keen than Archer's, it would almost have been as if she simply disappeared. This was her only advantage over him - her acceleration.

And yet, even though he couldn't reach his top speed as quickly, she knew. He'd made enough of a distance between them. He had time to dodge. At least, he would have... if this was an ordinary attack. But this blow wasn't just one dealt with the very utmost of her strength, but rather, served to conceal the fact that her earlier runic spell of vengeance was still active. While it lacked the authority to boost the power of this attack by any significant margin, that wasn't her intention. Rather... Even if he dodged, this attack would still seek him out! And unlike before, regardless of the distance between them, this blow was still one she'd deliver herself. His instinctive defense against her cast javelin would do him no good here!

"VALKYRJA DÓMR: EXPUNGING LIGHTNING!"

As she thrust her spear, something changed. The swirling vortex of power around it had previously been drawing inward, as if harnessing the very lightning to incorporate its destructive power into itself. Yet, the moment she thrust, the weapon in her hand could no longer be called a "spear." Rather, it was as if the thing she wielded was "lightning itself." This unmistakable power could only come from the authority of one being. And, even if the weapon she wielded was not the same as the famous Gungnir from which it was derived, its power was still the same: the divine lightning of the heavens! At the same moment, the runes inscribed upon her hand sparked fully into view, releasing a burning wave of flames that surrounded the lightning in her hand, bursting forth in a radiant double-helix that tore across the sky in an instant, thunder booming in its wake as this heaven-spanning spear of lightning sought its prey above all else. The distance between them no longer mattered, and even assuming he was able to move faster than the lightning and get out of the way, it would follow him relentlessly! From this, the peerless blow of a servant of Odin, she would permit no escape!

Valkyrja Dómr: B-Rank, Anti Unit
Lancer thrusts her spear, an inferior derivative of Gungnir bestowed unto the Valkyries, which becomes lightning to strike her opponent, even at great distance. Although seemingly a very simple attack, its power can be boosted through the usage of Runes. Its effects may vary slightly depending on what runes are used to modify it. However, only highly advanced runic chains can actually increase its power by any noticeable margin, although additional effects such as tracking or the like can be added. Despite its formidable power, it still seems incomplete somehow?

Mira Grace

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #8AB8E6 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #EBB40E

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Mira tumbled to the floor as her servant fell, barely having enough time to give a shocked cry before she was dropped from Saber's arms and landed roughly on the floor of the entrance hall. She sat back up, rubbing her head, only for her confusion to be greeted by the sight of her Servant lying collapsed and bleeding on the floor. Frantically, she scrambled over to Saber's side and, after a moment of struggling with feeble hands, managed to turn her over. This was bad... Her wounds had nearly opened fully to the surface from her frantic sprint back to the mansion. She had to do something quickly, but Saber's body was so different from that of her other familiars, it was difficult to know where she should even begin working. Her earlier panicked attempts at first aid hadn't helped much, but even now that she had the time to do things more carefully... It seemed as if her container as a Servant gave a defined form to her existence, though... So maybe, if she just input prana into that formula... Sure enough, Saber's wounds began to close where they'd torn open externally, but the internal damage wasn't going to be so easy to fix. She'd gotten back to safety... but at what cost?

Elsewhere, everything was a blur. Her familiars couldn't make out much of the battle between Archer and Lancer - they were simply too fast. But then something changed. An enormous power, and a sudden flash of lightning... That was definitely a Noble Phantasm. She did her best to store her memory of what she'd seen, making a note of investigating it later. For now, though, she had an important job to complete. In the church, the raven caught sight of the blue-haired girl, and immediately hopped down from its perch. Opening its beak, it dropped a small roll of parchment tied with string onto the floor, and nudged it towards the overseer. Its contents were short and simple - as they had to be, given the limited size of the paper. Nevertheless, Mira hoped her message would be clear.

I, Mira, have summoned Saber successfully. I couldn't make it to the church, but I'll be fighting.

With that, the raven gave a caw, and fluttered back into the air and out the window. Its work was completed.

Fate/esoterica

Lancer

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #0EB94D || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #FFFA90

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As the clouds scattered from the force of her aerial leap, Lancer could see her prey. He wasn't even facing her. It should have been easy to take his head, and yet... There were three arrows already knocked to his bow, and it was drawn back ready to release his shot at any moment. But how could he hope to aim three separate shots in the blink of an eye? Was he panicking, hoping he'd catch her with one of many arrows wildly loosed? There was no way that was his intention. She'd seen countless great warriors upon countless battlefields, and none would so hastily resort to such risky tactics, even against a powerful enemy such as herself. But then, that could only mean that...

He's bluffing! He knows exactly where I am!

This realization came not a moment too soon, as at the next instant, Archer spun into a rapid dive to the side, loosing all three arrows vertically as he did so. She'd already begun twisting her spear to defend herself, and intercepted the middle arrow almost without thinking, catching it between her lance's blade and its axe-like edge and shattering it to bits with a crack like thunder. However, the other two shots weren't aimed at her, but rather... Another deliberate miss? He was going to box her in! With her own remaining momentum carrying her right into the line of fire, there wasn't any way to pull back and disintegrate them as she had done before. If she spun with her remaining momentum, then she might be able to bat one out of the air, but just as likely, they'd bend around her and strike her directly. At the very least, there was no way to escape unscathed. Damn. She hadn't wanted to resort to this so early, but she couldn't risk being injured and picked off by this enemy. She'd have to use it. Her eyes shifted, focusing entirely upon the form of the retreating Archer. A shimmer of gold seemed to ripple through the air between them, as if the nature of the battlefield itself was being replaced by something else. Almost two miles away, Edward would momentarily feel a vast tug upon his energy as Lancer's true power was unleashed. She opened her mouth to speak its name, and then...!

Luck: E

The gold light faded before it could even reach its target. Lancer's eyes went wide in disbelief. There was no way... Why did she have to be matched up against such an unfair enemy?! Even if she tried to use her Noble Phantasm, she couldn't even activate it! Even she, who should have been able to resolve a battle such as this easily, could do nothing? Who the hell was this Archer?!

There was no time. The arrows were almost upon her now. She'd just have to do what she could. Twisting with the momentum of her initial swing, she released another burst of energy to flip her sideways, bringing down her glaive to strike the arrow aimed at her from beneath. It, too, shattered to pieces, but as she tried to raise the haft of her weapon to deflect the arrow striking at her from above... Only narrowly did she escape having her throat pierced completely through, as she managed to partially deflect it at the last second. However, it still wasn't enough. It lodged itself in her shoulder, burrowing cleanly through the scales of her armor and drawing blood. She stifled a cry of pain, but pressed on. The moment she let Archer get distance, this would all be over. She'd shown herself willing to use her Noble Phantasm, and it had been completely ineffective. He had no reason now not to just finish her off the moment he got the chance. There had to be something, some way she could strike him from the sky... And yet, he seemed aware of her every move, even if he couldn't see her. His arrows would seek her unfailingly, making evasion impossible, and she couldn't close the distance...

Eyes that unfailingly tracked their target. Projectiles that would seek her out no matter what. But what if he could only see her with his eyes? In that case... Instead of fighting as she was accustomed to, why not try her luck on his terms?

She leaped forward, reaching up and pulling out the arrow lodged in her shoulder as she did so. She'd be needing this. Once more, she darted upward into the cloud cover, as if trying to break line of sight to make her getaway. However, in the moment she disappeared from sight, she ran the bloodied arrowhead along the haft of her spear, tracing four runes upon it in her own blood.

ᚨᚦᛊᛒ

A simple rune chain. Ansuz serves to awaken the power of the inscription, while Thurisaz, the rune of giants, converts this energy into raw physical force. Sowilo here stands in opposition, serving to invoke revenge and retribution, which is given a vector by her blood. Berkano is used as a "seeking" rune, giving direction to the spell. As a result, the goal of the spell is "vengeance," and it will seek the one who drew first blood, aiming to deliver a blow with tremendously amplified force. However, it has low conceptual priority, as the hastily constructed runic chain doesn't have any particular meaning to lend power to it.

She reached the apex of her flight, and cast her spear violently upward, before kicking back off and rebounding downward as though falling. As she fell back through the clouds, she began drawing more runes upon her gauntlet, hoping that she'd have enough time to complete her defenses before he struck. She'd play up her injury, make herself an easy target, and prepare to receive his finishing blow. If she could just withstand or evade one shot, then while his attention was fully fixed upon her, he might not even notice the spear descending from the heavens, already turning about to round upon him, its edge stained with her blood and thirsty for his...

Mira Grace

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #8AB8E6 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #EBB40E

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Mira gave a quiet squeak of surprise as Saber hoisted her up. She wasn't used to being approached by others, much less being bodily carried, but the sensation wasn't necessarily unpleasant. Even so, that wasn't what she was worried about. Saber had been so badly wounded defending her, and yet she was still struggling to carry her to safety. Was that really alright? Nevertheless, she couldn't bring herself to protest. The Lancer-class Servant had only been stopped from killing them both by the intervention of a third party - was it Archer? There were so many enemies, they were almost surrounded... There really was no choice. The outside wasn't safe. Retreat, regroup, heal Saber's wounds before it was too late...

"Just a little further," She murmured to herself, the familiar woods giving way to the grounds of her mansion. They were almost there now. Soon they'd be safe...

Elsewhere, the flock of ravens that had circled over the crater quickly began to disperse across the sky. A few headed towards the Church, while others scattered over the city, and three of the swifter members of the flock began circling around the tops of nearby skyscrapers, their red eyes watching the unfolding battle with keen interest.

At the church, a single, large raven fluttered in through an open window, keeping its distance from the altar and perching instead upon one of the far pews. She'd had a feeling they might not be able to make it to the church, so she'd prepared a brief message in advance, which the bird held in its beak. Now, if she could just find the overseer and give it to them...

Naraka

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As Victoria awoke once more in her own bed, she swiftly rose to her feet. It would have been easy to dismiss all she'd just seen as a dream, and yet, even before she saw the red light creeping in from beneath the blinds of her window, she knew that it had been much more than that. Even if she'd ostensibly only just woken up, and even if she was still in her pajamas, her eyelids didn't feel heavy at all. Rather, she felt wide awake from the moment she regained her awareness, as if she hadn't slept a wink. The crimson moon that greeted her when she drew back the window only proved beyond the shadow of a doubt the truth of which she was already certain.

"No time to so much as prepare, huh?" Victoria sighed in disappointment. "Really, how inconvenient..." She ran through again what she knew about the system. Nobody else was present here, which meant that in this world, she could do whatever she liked without fear of hindrance save from her enemies. Everything that existed in the real world seemed to be mirrored here, so any tools and objects she could find could be used freely. The first course of action that came to mind was simply to break into a gun store in this world where it would be unattended and arm herself to score easy kills, but her instincts told her that wouldn't work. Right... She wasn't the only one who'd received supernatural powers, and of course only magic could beat magic. The worst part of all, however, was that someone needed to die within the next 24 hours to ensure she herself survived... And given how people were, the others would probably be sobbing and crying about how they didn't want to hurt anyone right about now. What a joke. Society cultured them all to be obedient servants to their betters, putting the needs of others before themselves. Well, then, surely they wouldn't mind putting her needs before their own lives, then? Regardless, it was unpleasant. The powers she recieved seemed to have a defensive focus, but the only person she could count on to ensure a sacrifice was made before the designated time was, as always, herself. She'd have to go hunting, it seemed. Her house was in the north residential district, but there was no telling how close or far away her enemies were. Given population density, however, it was more likely than not that she'd find her targets closer to the center of town. Even if she didn't, there was more cover there than there was out in the middle of a small neighborhood. And so, the city's center became her destination.

And what of the purpose and rules of the system? It was supposedly a device to uphold the world... What a joke that a monster like her, set loose to kill without restraint, would be upholding the world's order. It was even more laughable considering her wish... But she supposed she couldn't have everything. Even if she couldn't destroy the world, she might be able to make it more bearable, or remove herself from it. She sighed, sliding her hands into the sleeves of a long cardigan, worn over her oversized shirt and hoodie - although she'd also donned some shorts for modesty's sake. The fabric fluttered out dramatically behind her as she swung open the window and hopped out, landing gingerly on the grass of the yard. Covering her eyes, she peered up into the crimson sky. The false moon hung motionless overhead, the clocks stopped just as they had been when she was first dragged into this nonsensical world. It was as if time had stopped. Time was... The time was...

And it was so bloody inconvenient. Not just this irrational survival game which hadn't even given her any time to think, but the world that existed outside, too. It was every bit as unreasonable, every bit as incomprehensible, every bit as painful as whatever fate might await her here. Life... it was nothing but a living death. Was she supposed to be satisfied with that sort of world? Of course not! She'd never accept it. It didn't matter how many lives it cost, or what she had to do to accomplish her dream. Starting today, she finally had the chance to make her dreams a reality! She, Victoria Stein... would fix this unreasonable, disgusting world!

"Ah!" She declaimed theatrically, swooning beneath the crimson moon. "'The time is out of joint.'" A grin spread across her face as she spread her arms as if to take on the weight of the very heavens above.

"'O cursèd spite... that ever I was born to set it right!'"

Tales of Survival

@dreamerWhat races are there in this setting? The intro mentioned "Lycans." Are those standard werewolves, various assorted beastkin, or something completely different? Also, are there other races than just that? If so, what are they and what sorts of culture do they have?