FujiwaraPhoenix

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

With a winter coat now draped over his shoulders, Keisuke calmly walked down to the room in question, quietly taking note of the distinct lack of personnel in the immediate area. His instincts immediately told him to be on his guard, and the Enforcer quietly acknowledge those feelings as he slowly shifted into a stance ready for possible combat. It was unlikely that something had infiltrated the area so easily, after all—there were four Servants to combat them if they did.

Once he finally reached the room in question, Keisuke took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. There was nothing at first, but—

Just as he prepared to look around, a large shockwave struck his body square in the center, and the Enforcer was thrown backwards into the wall behind him. An involuntary cry slipped out of his mouth as his back hit the metal, and Keisuke fell to his knees as he looked at the source.

"Right. Lancer. How could I forget?" he chastised himself quietly, slowly attempting to pull himself to his feet just as his Caster arrived on the scene to chastise Elizabeth.

There was a good reason he had been trying to avoid the two of them until now, and this just happened to be one of the reasons he had forgotten until now.

Tomoe Gozen

The walk down to the room in question was a mundane one for the Archer, but the lack of personnel the lower she went was a bit worrying regardless of the situation. It was only when she heard the sound of what must have been a youkai's death scream and the sound of a body hitting the wall, though, that she sprang into action. With her hand on her katana, Tomoe bounded down the hallway, only to see her Master recovering from an attack and that odd blonde Caster speaking with the Lancer—'Nero' and 'Elizabeth', if she recalled correctly. It seemed that the threat had passed, and Tomoe could more or less figure out what had transpired moments ago.

"Master, please, allow me to help," the Archer stated, grabbing Keisuke's arm and propping him up on his feet before nodding. "Do you require any further assistance?"

"I'm fine, Archer. I'm not that old yet," Keisuke replied, coughing to clear his throat as he picked up his coat from off the floor. "Lancer, there are better places for you to... 'Practice'... Than here. In any case... There was a debriefing to be done, right? Work before relaxation. Let's go."

It was at this point that a rather stalwart-looking older man in a lab coat quietly walked forward from out of the hallway, a small stack of paper in his hands and very distinct earplugs in his ears as he strode forth. Without a guise of complete apathy to how the situation had unfolded, the man (a staff member, given the name tag on him) quietly entered the room behind Keisuke before setting up his own materials.

The debriefing would begin momentarily, assuming there were no further interruptions to be had.

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@KoL

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

It had been a few days since the Enforcer had arrived at the facility, and he was none the worse off for it. The somewhat humid climate didn't matter in the AC-cooled miracle that was his room, thankfully enough, and the time spent handling things like paperwork and debriefings on the problems at hand was fairly short. But while the more mundane problems were settled, there was a larger problem at hand.

Well, two problems would be a bit more accurate under these circumstances. There was the issue of 'singularities' that had been brought up multiple times over, and after reading the (admittedly wordy) debriefing Keisuke more or less understood the gist of the problem. It was a bit odd that he would be sent on what was essentially a solo mission into these problems, but even with the backup of multiple Servants and the entire support staff here, having only one Master in each scenario was incredibly dangerous.

That led to the second problem, of course: summoning multiple Servants. The summoning itself had gone off without a hitch, and the results couldn't have been better: a Saber, a Lancer, an Archer, and a Caster. Given the variety of possible problems in the future, having all three of the Knight classes at hand with a Caster to support them would theoretically be one of the most ideal situations that could possibly be conceived. Normally, he would probably be unable to sustain more than the Archer or the Caster over extended periods of time, but apparently the Wizard Marshal had installed something within the building to facilitate keeping that issue as a nonfactor before he decided to leave.

"Hm... The mission debriefing for the first Singularity was to start today, wasn't it?" he mused to himself as he calmly pulled out the short listing of Servant names from a drawer at his desk. Artoria Pendragon, Tomoe Gozen, Nero Claudius, and Elizabeth Bathory...

In retrospect, this would have been a terrifying scene in any ordinary Grail War, but that much wasn't an issue at the moment. Before he could start reviewing information on the latter two (as he himself had not studied as much about them as he did the others), though, a message came from the intercom to meet with the rest of his Servants in the debriefing room.

"Understood," he said in response before the microphone on the other end of the line clicked off before changing his attire into something a bit more fitting for combat and heading out. As far as he knew, the first problem was going to be in quite the cold environment, and he would loathe to be somewhere like that without a coat (at the very least) to keep himself from freezing over.

Tomoe Gozen

A single target, perched well out of her eyesight, stood atop a simulated hill that seemed to scarily mimic the wide fields of Japan that she had traveled through during her lifetime. The swaying grass was a nostalgic feeling, and the Archer let her body relax for a moment before she drew her bow. With one calm, nuanced motion after the other, Tomoe drew the bowstring back and took aim.

She was a bugeisha and a warrior, and thus had to maintain her spirit, body, and mind before the coming battle. This was no different from mere practice at home, after all, and though she would like to speak with her Master and the other Servants she was to be cooperating with at length, neglecting her training, even in a body that did not abide by normal human standards, would have been disgraceful.

Loosing the arrow from its place, Tomoe calmly watched as the projectile soared by and landed straight in the center of the target. She had a smile on her face, knowing that she hadn't dulled in the least, before firing another four arrows in turn. Each one met its mark without a single beat missed, and it was at this point that she let herself relax. As the land around her dissolved into the same oddly mechanical room it had been when she entered, the Archer found herself reminiscing of days past.

"...Yoshinaka-sama... I swear, upon my honor, that I shall not disgrace your name here. To save the world is a lofty task, but in your stead, I shall act accordingly," she quietly whispered to herself as an announcement rang through the building—a call to arms, if anything.

"Understood. I will head down without delay," she stated, calmly letting her bow fade away before quickly moving to meet with the others. The danger inherent in their journey was a given, but so long as she drew breath, her Master would not fall.

That was a mistake she would not repeat again.

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@KoL

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Good to go.

In any case, let's just get this show on the road lol.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@Rin: Accepted, but I shall reiterate: post, post, post. No disappearing without excuses, or the RP will truck on without ya.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Leonardo Watch

The lieutenant nodded to Klaus in approval as he seemed to give the go-ahead for the escort; of course, his reaction was a bit less reserved when Stark flew around, given that the superhero was a far more familiar sight to him than the entire rest of the colorful cast that had gathered in front of the police.

"Ah-er... Mr. Stark--you are Tony Stark, right? Iron Man? I'm sorry to say that Secretary Gutierrez doesn't exist in our world... Unless you mean as a character in the comics, but I guess that's not as relevant right now. In any case, if there are no objections my men and I will bring you right over. I can't do anything about paying you, though--my check's from the government, after all..."

Leo gave a pensive nod as the man in front of them gave a sheepish smile before turning towards his subordinates--or, at the very least, those who weren't busy cleaning up the mess in the area. Everyone was quickly led to the array of police cars and, assuming they wanted to, promptly boarded one before the squadron drove off, leaving the corpses of the wyverns behind them.

---

Given the amount of insanity that had only just subsided, the roads of early-morning Manhattan were abnormally empty. Most of the news had given warnings to stay inside until the situation passed, and most were willing to oblige. It wasn't long before the group of police cars slid up to the UN, where there was an abnormal showing of military muscle from the US troops assigned to stand guard. As soon as everyone had left their respective vehicles, an older man in a suit calmly motioned towards the group to follow him.

"My apologies for the urgent call; as soon as the representatives for China, Japan, and the UK relayed reports of similar incidents, we could not help but call you all here. My name is Stanley Sharpton, and I represent the United States. You can introduce yourselves in front of the rest of the delegates; there is little time to waste."

There was an audible gulp from Leo as the group was led into the building and, subsequently, to the main chamber of the building where all the representatives from the other nations were anxiously speaking amongst one another.

The second that they had all wntered, the panels almost instantly quieted down, and Mr. Sharpton calmly took his seat as the proceedings began.

The pre-discussion briefing was fairly short, all things considered; the declaration of a worldwide emergency coupled with clips from the recent wyvern fight and other similar incidents the world over only served to emphasize the importance of their meeting here today.

And thus the proceedings began, with each character introducing themselves as they might to the politicians.

"Now, with that settled... Gentlemen. Ladies. I propose we form a temporary special dedicated council to aid in resolving this crisis. This is under the assumption that they give their assent, but given how our own firearms did little against those enemies just now, I would like to hear any arguments for the latter."

There was a bit of murmuring amongst the crowd, but given the lack of outright objection Mr. Sharpton nodded and turned towards the group.

"My apologies for the sudden proposal, of course, but we will surely give you ample compensation for your a--"

"Hm? I should have hoped you older folk wpuld know better than to interfere in matters like these."

The culprit of the statement was nowhere to be seen, and the room grew deathly silent as everyone began to turn their heads around to look for the culprit. After a few seconds of empty silence, the politicians began to relax.
At least, until a large rift opened up in the middle of the room and slowly pried itself open. The inside of the gap was dyed a deep purple, with a large amount of eyes that seemed to flit about, staring at everyone they passed over as a single figure stepped out of the hole.

"Well, then... Altair, I leave this stage to you. Let me know when the proceedings are over," the voice responded from inside the gap before it closed behind the figure. The woman, Altair, glanced at the group and, eyeing Meteora with a wary expression, held up a hand as if to motion everyone there to stop.

"Rather than fight you all as I have done in the past, I will instead welcome you newcomers to this world. It is not my own, but even so, it is one full of abundance and beauty—or, rather, it would be. I am not here to destroy this world, nor do I seek to destroy any others—no, instead, I am here to protect it. To seal off these gardens from the insects that may pervade throughout—it is for that purpose that I stand before you today. Should you fail to see likewise, I am afraid that it is your throat that I shall come for next."

"That's a rather harsh ultimatum. If anything, shouldn't the opposite be true?" responded another woman, who, at first glance, seemed to be wearing a blue elevator attendant's uniform. "Oh, but if this is to be a place of peace, then let me introduce myself. I am Elizabeth, and I will be the first to oppose your selfish impositions upon all of humanity, Ms. Altair. Should man not be free to seek the answers so barely out of reach? To deny them of such a thing... I will not tolerate it."

"...Hmph. I am under orders not to harm any of you right now, but you, Ms. Elizabeth, may be an exception. Alas, I need only say this much. All of you gentlemen should know what sway your words have on the world. I sincerely hope that you should not make an enemy of me."

"Likewise. I won't show any qualms about stopping your farce the next time we meet, and I won't hesitate in defeating all of you should the need arise."

The two women glared at each other for a few moments before they both turned around and left the same way they came, leaving the whole hall in chaos.

Leo simply stood by, slack-jawed at the whole affair. They came like a storm, but even so...

"Erm... So, uh... What should we do, everyone?" he asked, almost certainly expecting a flurry of arguments from all sides. "I don't really understand the whole situation, but... I don't know what to say about this situation anyways..."

Almost as if to break the tension, another gap soon appeared right next to Youmu's ear, speaking just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Oh, by the way Youmu, Yuyuko has gone missing. One moment, she was asking me for some food from the Outside World, and the next, she was gone. If you find her, please let me know."

And with that, the gap closed back into nonexistence, leaving Leo staring blankly at the space thereafter.

Hinanawi Tenshi

"E-eh? Who? Fate?" the Celestial asked in a half-panic as she watched the magical girl fly off towards some odd figure in the distance. Without giving the matter any further thought, Tenshi followed suit, only to find that Vita was already there with Emilio to discount Nanoha's initial theory. The tall woman in front of them was rather imposing in height, but given that she was currently flying, Tenshi felt no sense of inferiority. Rather than that, this girl felt INCREDIBLY abnormal, in all senses of the word.

"Ah... My apologies; it seems you have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Priscilla. I found myself here rather suddenly, surrounded by all of these odd creatures. I humbly thank you for dealing with the rest of them; it gave me some time to gather myself off to the side. May I ask for your own names?"

"Priscilla... Was it? I am Hinanawi Tenshi, a Celestial from Heaven. You said you were fighting off those 'creatures'—do you have any idea what they might be?"

"What they are...? I apologize, but I am just as clueless as you are. They simply came towards me like a bunch of Hollows, and despite my own warnings, they continued to mindlessly attack. It was as if they had no minds of their own, in fact—a far cry from what I know of. Mayhaps they were golems of some sort?"

The response Emilio would get in the midst of this was a simple one: if they were sapient to any degree, attempt to retrieve them for questioning and cross-examination. Unless their lives were at stake, it was made explicitly clear that, if possible, no one was to be 'exterminated' in any way, shape, or form.

---

Once Inuyasha had arrived at the designated location—the same apartment complex that everyone had come to a while earlier—the man who had contacted him over the earpiece was there waiting for him.

"I apologize for the roundabout method to get you here; the city's currently in a panic, and my men are all over the place trying to keep some semblance of order," the Captain stated before glancing at the buildings behind them. "In any case... Inuyasha, was it? I'll keep things brief; this is not the Japan you know of in any way, shape, or form. The subordinate that I have stationed here should be able to give you a better briefing than I, but to keep things simple, a group of people in a similar situation to yours have already contracted with us, the Japanese military, to help keep the peace in exchange for lodging, funding, and direct support from us. The offer is also extended to you, should you choose to accept it. The choice is yours and yours alone."

Unlike with the politicians earlier, there was no need to dance around the topic—the heart of the matter was most important, after all.

---

The moment that Mordred re-entered the sewer, the sound of something gurgling began to resonate quite loudly from the direction that the slime creature had moved off to. Something was happening, of course, but in the darkness here what that something was remained to be seen.

Of course, once anyone arrived with any sort of light, they would see that the slime had tripled in size over the few moments that they had gone off to deal with Menomaru.

Shokuhou Misaki

The Anguished One smiled at the three as they gave their names in turn before nodding in silence.

"Ah... Ben, Hibiki, and Misaki, then? I shall keep those names in mind for the future. As for your questions... I do have another name, of course, but this current title is what 'suits' me the best at this moment. As for alternative actions... Well, sadly, I believe it is a little later for that now," he stated, glancing off to the side towards the incoming police lights. "I believe it is in all of our bests interests if I withdraw for the moment. However, Ms. Hibiki, it should not be long until you find what you seek."

Without another word, The Anguished One floated back off into the distance, far away from the police that were only now arriving on the scene.

"Ah... We missed our chance..." Misaki sighed, shaking her head as she tried to figure out how to get out of this situation as the policemen ran over on foot (over the broken road, of course). There was one oddity, though—namely, the black-haired girl who was crying out Hibiki's name.

"Uh... Who?" Misaki asked as she watched the girl leap into Hibiki's arms in a hug.

"Hibiki! Hibiki! Thank goodness you're all right!" she said, a wide smile on her face as one of the policemen nodded his head in turn.

"So you're this 'Hibiki' she kept talking about? Suprisingly informal outfit you have there. Ms. Kohinata helped us evacuate some of the citizens from the area before... All of this, really," he said, gesturing towards the road. "In any case, though... You should get somewhere safe. Who knows if whatever caused this might do it again..."

Misaki stared at the officer, half in amusement and half in shock at his assumptions.

"Is he... Is he an idiot?" she asked herself before shaking her head. "Actually, this might work in our favor..."

"Excuse me, but... Are there any shelters nearby for us to head to? I'm afraid my home was caught in the crossfire here..." she said, discreetly slipping out a remote from her bag and pointing it at the officer. With a small 'click', the man seemed to have stars in his eyes as he turned to address them.

"Oh, of course. It's just down that way. Walk three blocks, take a left, walk two more blocks, and you should be there."

"Thank you very much, sir."

"No problem. Now, if you young ladies... And your chaperone, I assume?" he asked, to which Misaki nodded before he continued on. "Right, if you could get going to safety, I assure you that we'll get to the bottom of this."

And with that, the officers left, to which Misaki let out a deep sigh and massaged her forehead.

"Hm... By some miracle, I managed to get rid of any liability for this incident... Or so it seems. I really have to question law enforcement sometimes," she said, shaking her head before turning to the other three.

"Well? I don't think that pressing him for any details on the situation would have helped us much, and I would much prefer gathering information from a crowd; far less conspicuous," she stated, placing the remote back in her bag before beginning to walk off. "Shall we get going?"

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Dezuel@KoL@Rin@TheFake@TheUnknowable@Crusader Lord

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@TheUnknowable: Uh.

Okay, things to fix:
The Anguished One (and all the chars with him in that scene) are in Tokyo. Not with the other group, but Tokyo. So that needs to be fixed.

Stark also needs to address being brought to the UN (or not). But yeah.

For future reference: Unless thing get shuffled around, only the scenes for Leo will take place in New York.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@Crusader Lord: Fine. Accepted.

Anyways, @TheUnknowable. Chop chop. Once you move, I'm updating (and it's going to be a doozy).

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Seeing that Indrau was more apt to dealing with the fairies (who at this point seemed to not have anything else of note in mind), Tiral quietly began to gather some of the less-vaporized chunks of the tree into a small bag. As soon as more fairies started flitting around, though, the mage made the decision to quietly chant an incantation and generate a bunch of ice crystals around himself. They weren't there for self defense by any means, but the temperature around him did drop drastically in the process. It made handling the burnt wood a little less painful aside from that, at least, but the primary focus was on not having anything on him looted out of nowhere.

"I'll go focus on these chunks, then. I leave it to you two to handle the sigil. Notify me if there's anything you don't recognize; we've far more resources at our disposal than our minds along, after all," he stated, calmly picking up one final chunk and tying up on his belt. "I deign that punishment when the life of someone important is at stake is rather necessary, all problems aside; what would you have done if you were in my position? What if she had died from your negligence? What if not having that information in the first place would've changed the outcome and not placed her in so much danger?"

There was really nothing else to be said regarding the matter; after all, it wasn't as if these fairies would actually take anything meaningful away from this. The others could handle the rest from here, after all.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Shokuhou Misaki

Misaki simply stared blankly at the older man, trying to comprehend what made staying in this carnage (that those two had made and was probably being recorded by someone somewhere) a good idea. She may have had money, but there was nothing that could compare to the amount of tax dollars that had (probably) paved the streets here. Obviously, it was not in her best interests to be jailed along with these two for wanton destruction of property...

But at the very least, the other girl seemed naive enough to maybe play it off? Mind control could only get so far, and for all intents and purposes she hadn't been involved with any of the actual killing.

The man, of course, she still had misgivings about.

Before she could think of a course of action, though, another figure seemed to float down from above. A young man who, to Misaki, looked strikingly similar to Accelerator, was casually floating down from the sky in front of them.

"Do not be alarmed. I am not here to fight you," the young man stated, a calm smile on his face as he floated down to slightly above ground level. "I should note, though, that those 'police officers' that you speak of are likely to be handling issues elsewhere. You will not find anything by simply standing by and waiting for something to happen."

"...Who are you?" Misaki asked after a few moments of silence, her eyes carefully scanning his body for any sign of hostility. "Why pick now to state such cryptic things?"

"Oh, I apologize—I should have introduced myself in the meantime. This city just brought back a multitude of memories for me, and I couldn't help but be lost in it for a while. Yes, you may call me... The Anguished One. As for why now, you ask? Well, you had handled those creatures before I did, did you not? I offer my gratitude for your actions. May I ask you for your names?"

Misaki continued to glare at The Anguished One for a moment before glancing off slightly to the side and nodding. She herself hadn't done a thing, but so long as she could obtain information, there was no reason to state that out loud right now, now was there?

"Shokuhou Misaki. I am a student a Tokiwadai Academy in Academy City... Which, to my knowledge, doesn't exist in this world," she stated, looking to the other two to see if they would follow suit. Maybe they could attempt to be a little less tactful in their pseudo-interrogation of this person...

Hinanawi Tenshi

As Nanoha fired a multitude of lights into the air, Tenshi nodded her head in approval. Of course, the obvious solution was to destroy all of these 'cell phones' at once, and what better way to do that than a spectacle of danmaku? Granted, her companion was likely not one to call that 'danmaku', but for what it was worth, the magic seemed to have done its job. There were no more of those weird enemies coming, and with Emilio and Vita having cleaned up the rest, it was probably about time to begin investigations in regards to why they appeared in the first place.

This really was an incident, it seemed, and this was the first one she was solving (as opposed to causing). To say that it was a bit odd to the Celestial wouldn't have been far from the truth, but no more than that.

"Hmm... Well, do you have any clues for as to where they came from?" she asked leisurely, crossing her arms and closing her eyes as if deep in thought before looking straight at Nanoha. "Well, I mean, aside from the fact that those 'cell phones' were the source. I don't think this place would be stable if just about everyone could make those... Things... Pop out of nowhere whenever they wanted, right?"

As that conversation was happening, a sole figure—a tall woman cloaked in white fur—quietly made her way through the otherwise-empty city blocks. An area that was, by all means, was under police quarantine (and had recently been unburdened by one less city block).

Quietly, she walked on, the scythe gleaming under the lights of the city as she walked onward.

---

The slime creature seemed to pause for a moment as Menomaru threw the shard into it, but in the end all it had really ended up doing was make it hasten its pace somewhat. Of course, the possibility that it could reach the ocean still existed, but there was only so much distance left to cover before it arrived and the change in pace had been so marginal that it almost didn't matter as much at this moment.

---

"Inuyasha, you say...?" the man replied, pausing for a moment as the sound of typing could be heard from the other end. There were a few momenta of silence before he finally began speaking again.
"Ah, now I remember why that name sounds familiar. Inuyasha, huh? Well, I can't say we didn't expect you, but I think you're going to want some explanation for as to why we're acting so nonchalant about this, so give this earpiece back to whoever gave this over to you and I'll direct him to escort you over. I'll be waiting here since speaking directly to you is much faster than... Well, this."

The soldier simply stood there, staring at Inuyasha as he waited for the apparent conversation to end

Leonardo Watch

The police officers continued to gawk, even as a few of the people in front of them had begun to attempt negotiations. That little girl who claimed to be an Empress had already addressed them it seemed (as had Youmu), but more eyes seemed to be trained on the man wearing the sci-fi suit than any of them. It was a spectacle, Leo had to admit, but...
Well, so was the giant wyvern thing lying dead on the ground right now.

Just before Leo attempted to speak up, though, a few police officers apparently reacting to a bunch of their communications devices going off at once. There were a few moments of talking (with their superiors, if the young man had to take a guess), but the mention of 'U.N.' and 'state of worldwide emergency' were not exactly the bearers of good news.

Eventually, one of the older officers—an African-American man who looked to be in his late 30s—stepped forward and shook Klaus' hand. He would have shaken Iron Man's instead, had he not been flying with the two girls off in the distance, but other than them Klaus looked to be the one with the most reasonable authority over what was essentially a bunch of teenage girls and a young man who looked straight out of college.

"On behalf of the NYPD, I, Lieutenant Michael Farrington, thank you for dealing with this threat. Collateral damage is... Obviously a concern, but right now there are some people who would like to meet with you. You know about the UN, I presume? Apparently, they're convening an emergency meeting right now, and they want you all to attend. To be quite honest, there are already rumors circulating that those dragon-things aren't the only problem that's something straight out of a game or TV show on the internet, from what I'm hearing from my officers, so you all should get moving. We can provide an escort if you'd like," he stated, glancing over at Iron Man every so often just to make sure he wasn't just dreaming right now. "My superior kept yelling at me about this being some 'unprecedented incident' and a 'global crisis', so for your sake as well as mine, could I ask if you could at least humor me here and listen to them? Given how you took those things out like they were a pair of pests, I don't think anything bar a nuke could stop you, after all..."

Some of the other policemen were already on the move in an attempt to find the bodies of their injured (or deceased) comrades in the destroyed city streets, and Leo couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about all of this. Of course, in Hellsalem's Lot no one would bat an eye to hundreds more people dying from a single event, but here, well...

Life was something that was a lot less cheap, for sure.

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Dezuel@KoL@Rin@TheFake@TheUnknowable@Crusader Lord

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@TheUnknowable: That's a dude on the other end of the line for Inuyasha.
Just saying.