FujiwaraPhoenix

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

If anyone asks why I haven't moved: I'm currently drafting up as much of Scandinavia and Babylonia as I can right now, and I also only plan on moving after everyone else has to set up the scenes.

Needless to say, they're, uh... Pretty hefty to plan, since there's going to be a decent amount of variance depending on what you guys do.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Ayami nodded her head in acknowledgement as Matt introduced himself and Aya, taking care to note what Houses they were in as both of them began to talk about their decks. She had figured the conversation would lead here--'all roads lead to Rome' and all that. The Duelist listened carefully as the two conversed, still digging through her bag for her Deck before she heard the words "know very little" come out of Matt's mouth. Aya's reaction more or less mirrored her own--a sense of astonishment that he was even here to begin with was probably the easiest way to describe it.

"You started playing 'very recently' and committed the next few years of your life to the game on a whim?" she followed, trying to understand the young man's train of thought. "You say that your deck is a 'big gamble', but the biggest gamble I see here is trying to jump into this field blind. I certainly hope it works out for you, though... For your sake more than anyone else's, in fact."

While her words were cold, the feelings behind them were honest; it was a long road to learn about the game, so Matt would likely have to work a lot more to catch up. There were likely beginner courses at the school, but she hadn't paid much attention to that since it didn't concern her. Maybe those would be sufficient to bring him up to speed.

"In any case, I play Nekroz. I've only really played Nekroz and nothing else, but I do enough studies on the side to at least understand how most other decks function," she said, finally taking out her Deck from her bag and going through the cards. There did seem to be 40, at the very least, so no emergency searching seemed to be in her future.

Convergence: The Restoration

@Kafka Komedy, waiting on you, mate.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Okay, I maaaay have gotten a biiiiit carried away writing.

Please don't hang me ;w;

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

The sound of something rather solid hitting a nearby window caused Ayami to instinctively tense up and jump a little in her seat. Though it had miraculously failed to break through (thank the engineers of this glass for that), the impact did not fail to cause the young woman to shut her book and look at what had caused the incident. Taking her earbuds out of her ears as she peered out the window to see what had caused the noise, Ayami's eyes flitted around, only to see no hint of what could have caused it.

"I would think that the era of vandalism and delinquents would have passed us by now..." she sighed quietly to herself, shaking her head in disappointment before another student--one from the seat in front of her, in fact--began to freak out about the mystery object almost breaking through the window. While Ayami admitted to herself that if something similar happened to her she would likely be stunned to some extent, it did not warrant causing any more panic than it already had. That was the goal of things like these, after all: to send a message. It was an overused trope in literature, though she herself didn't quite know how grounded in reality it was anyhow.

"I... I, did not, in fact, see where it landed. It was a brick, then?" Ayami responded to the girl peeking over, her right hand rubbing her chin as the bus came to a stop. "Well, if it did not break through, then I think that is all for the better. That window does look like it has seen better days, though. Slightly better."

The fact that the window was partially open actually made it all the more miraculous that the brick had not slipped through instead. When the though of it actually making contact with someone's body passed through her mind for a moment, a rather unsavory image followed suit, and Ayami removed that mental image in great haste. Though the indent was rather tiny, the emotional impact would likely last. So the job had, in fact, been successful... Which was a fact that Ayami didn't like at all. She glanced over at the young man asking if everyone was okay, to which she returned a slight nod of her head; the confirmation would hopefully cause him to settle down, at the very least.

"In any case, the word nearly means that you weren't hit, which is probably the best we could hope for in this situation. Though... For safety's sake, maybe that window would be better off closed. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, after all," she continued, noting how the bus had come to a stop and how the driver had decided to go and retrieve the brick, tossing it into the bus before continuing the ride. "And if that sound is anything to go by, the evidence is on-hand. The culprit will be found... Eventually. I hope."

With that incident still fresh in her mind, though, Ayami was no longer in the mood to do what she had been doing since the trip had begun, so she instead began to rifle through her bag for her Deck. Even if she wasn't going to be Dueling anyone else at the moment, it always helped to be aware of the current state of affairs. Decks were always subject to change, after all...

Maybe it was about time to start looking for cards to build a side deck for herself. Or start trading. Maybe both. She hadn't needed to open a pack (or a box, for that matter) for ages. Hopefully, the campus' store had enough variety to choose from; a Deck that was permanently static was a Deck doomed to fall, after all.

Even she had to admit, though, that doing something like that alone was kind of pitiful. The sooner she made herself some connections, the better it was in the long run.

"...That aside, since you've done me the honor of not having to speak first, I hope you don't mind a self-introduction... Especially seeing as how you and your seatmate have already begun to hit it off. My name is Yukishima Ayumi, and I'm to be living in the Dark Magician House. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The fastest way to forget an incident like this was small talk, however mindless it felt to her. Maybe if she kept going, there would be something of substance to capture her interest and hold it in place. For now, though, it was time to make sure that her Deck had no cards missing. If there were, then an hour or so opening boxes seemed to be in her future... Assuming the store didn't sell singles, of course, but Ayumi had already resolved to gather cards to trade instead.

Convergence: The Restoration

Reisen Udongein Inaba

Intersection of Districts 5, 6, and 12

Reisen sighed and dusted off her suit as she slowly descended from the air, the bullets in the air fading out of existence as she did so. Unlike the projectile fired out of that sword earlier, these bullets had no meaningful impact on their environment--useful, considering how she would rather not be held liable for any property damage if any witnesses came around. It seemed as if her emergency gambit had worked, at the very least; the lunatic was now notably less crazed (though still a bit incoherent, given what had just happened), so maybe she could pry some answers out of him.

"I don't think you're any closer to death, but I'm fairly certain you are winded. Fighting does generally cause both, though, so I'm not sure where you stand on either scale. But if your rants about monsters falling from the sky were anything of note, then I'm not sure if you would even wish to return home," she sighed before noting the only other person nearby.

His choice of attire gave enough away about his location of origin not being this land, if the buildings and the architecture were any indication of anything. But putting aside his choice of clothing, the blonde man seemed to radiate an aura of smugness, if not concentrated ego. This...

This type of person would be annoying to deal with. Only two types of people acted like that, after all: those with the power to back it up, and those who did not. The Lunarian didn't particularly wish to find out which was the answer.

Before she could try to gather more information (as had been her initial goal), the one who she had just defeated decided to ask if fights such as that were commonplace, and the urge to knock him upside the head with a paper fan momentarily surfaced in her mind before she stepped forward and took the initiative instead.

"Rather than asking if it is common 'around here', wouldn't it be more prudent to ask 'where you come from'? That sort of clothing certainly fits a more modern scene than this land would imply, after all," she said, facing the newcomer with a stoic expression. "Though, before any of that, I guess I should apologize in advance if you were caught in the crossfire of that skirmish. I don't intend to get others mixed up in my problems, though I cannot say the same of this man."

Needless to say, she didn't really have a high opinion of the cultist, even after that short apology. Honestly, those misconceptions about Lunarians were going too far!

@Raineh Daze@Kafka Komedy

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Sogiita Gunha

District 10

Gunha walked a few steps too close as he jumped into the crater, only to barely catch the woman's tail as she flung it straight at his torso. Though he did manage to get a hold of it, the impact did cause his feet to skid along the ground, dust and stone being kicked up as he was dragged along. What was more surprising to him, though, was that the hit managed to hurt. Usually, stuff felt like pinpricks to him, and those sorta hits could usually be ignored. But pain? Nah, not really.

Granted, it went away after a few moments and didn't really cause any lasting injuries, but it still hurt.

"You've certainly got guts to flail around after something like that, I gotta say," the esper retorted as he noticed the energy building up around the hybrid. Something in his mind clicked at this point, though, and he let go of the tail before assuming a defensive combat stance.

"Oi, oi, calm down there. You keep freaking out like this, and someone that ain't us is gonna get hurt. I dunno who you are or what happened, but if you do something I can't ignore I'm gonna have to give it my all to stop you, okay?"

It was only fair to give a warning or something. That was the sorta thing Judgement did, though; he didn't really do that kinda stuff. But against what was probably gonna be a tough opponent, maybe it was better to try and stop things before they got too nasty. He knew as much as anyone else how destructing fights got when he was involved, so something like that...

Well, some things were better left to imagination, honestly.

@Lmpkio@AstroLu

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

But Ayami doesn't know that. Let her be wrong, I say!

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

The quiet turning of the pages of a book and the sounds of the music emanating from her phone's earbuds were the only noises Ayami was aware of during her time waiting in the car. She found it much less of a hassle to ride on public transportation, though, insistent as her parents were on having someone drive her to the school instead; something about riding a bus or a train was considerably less motion sickness-inducing. Her home in Shinjuku would have been more useful if the school was within the prefecture, but complaining at this point was next to worthless. She had already made clear that she'd ride the bus over to her parents, but even so they still insisted on at least driving her to the airport...

Even if the subway was much more efficient. To give them credit, though, the lack of any major traffic jams en route made the trip less irritating (if not stalled by pedestrians as it would have been anyways).

As the car finally came to a stop, Ayami thanked the driver and placed a bookmark on the center of the page of the book she was on before clapping it shut and slipping it into her bag before exiting the vehicle. Walking around to grab her belongings from the trunk, the young woman nodded to the driver as she took the last of them out and closed the trunk, silently watching as he drove to... Wherever his next destination was.

With her bags gripped firmly in her hands, Ayami walked over to where all the other students were gathering, opting to remain silent as those around her continued to chatter amongst themselves. The heat was a bit of a nuisance, yes, but nothing too unbearable. She ignored the teacher who had been sent to pick them up for the most part, though; trying too hard to appeal and be 'intriguing' was, to her, quite a dull way of doing things.

When the students finally began to fill the buses, Ayami let out a sigh of relief, quiet as it was; it had taken far too long to handle such a thing, and she had honestly wondered for a while why they hadn't just sent them into the buses to begin with. It was a much better way of handling something like ferrying students off to the school, and since the administration was likely to just take attendance there, it would have been much faster to send buses off as they filled up rather than sending them all at once.

She had no room to criticize, though; maybe that was just how the school handled things. Maybe it was faster this way. Maybe it was because the drivers were probably hired for the job and only one knew the route by heart?

...All things considered, it was probably the last of that set. It wasn't as if she knew how schools operated that well, anyhow; far too tedious for her to entertain the though of even dealing with administrative issues.

Taking a seat near the front of the bus she was on (the back was far too unstable for her liking), the student-to-be quietly tucked her bags away and took out her book again, wishing to continue her read as the ride went along. If someone spoke to her, she would return in kind, but it seemed as if most everyone else was occupied on their own. No matter; reading alone was fine, too.

Convergence: The Restoration

@Lmpkio: I don't mind. To be fair, Gunha will probably tank a few hits and maybe throw a punch or two back at most. He's stupid amounts of durable, after all. By that point, I assume the situation will be resolved anyhow.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The decision of the Captain to move out again after sending a messenger back to inform the capital of the situation was to be expected, all things considered. If they lingered as they were now, with no more information to pry from neither the living mercenaries nor the dead soldiers, then it would be nothing more than a waste of effort. With that in mind, Tiral folded the note back up and slipped tossed it into a bag after wrapping it in other, more disposable paper. It wouldn't do to have blood staining everything if he could help it, after all.

Following behind the rest of the knights, Tiral moved himself closer to the front of the squadron just in case anyone else was stupid enough to start a fight without trying to handle things peacefully.

Fittingly enough, though, there happened to be people en route to their next location that had no such qualms. But...

"More bandits again? Really?" Tiral asked, unamused at the situation as he looked at the scene unfolding in front of him. Their group likely had enough power with the knights as they were, but now that he was being told to charge, well...

"Rather than that, Captain, I would prefer to supply some rearguard support. I don't believe it to be all that necessary, though," he said, chanting quietly as a few icicles formed in the air behind him. "After all, sending the cavalry in to deal with the rearguard without flanking is a bit of a chore, but I have enough faith in the Knights to not worry about something as simple as roadside thieves."

With that said, Tiral looked around for any warier bandits and fired at those instead, rather than charging into the fray himself. When he ran out of icicles, he simply created more and continued to fire, taking care to handle anything out of range of those rushing into battle before anything else. Handling the rear last meant that they might escape, after all; that would be rather... Annoying.