FujiwaraPhoenix

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Interest Check)

@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Flame@EchoWolff@DracoLunaris@supertinyking@Zapdos@Raineh Daze@Lugubrious: OoC up.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Prologue

"Millie, please, just hold on. Big bro's going to get us out of here..."

Though his lungs burned with every breath he took, a young man—his face stained soot-black from the ashes of his old home—hastily scrambled through the underbrush. The young girl clinging to his back, her breathing ragged, desperately held on for dear life as he pushed further and further into the forest. The shouts and cries of their hunters from the ruins of what had once been their quiet hometown spurred them further onward. Paired with the dying screams and cries of their families and friends...

All that could be done now was to run. Run and run and pray that somehow, the two of them would escape. The chance of such a thing happening was infinitesimal, but that smallest chance of hope was the only thing they could cling onto. If death was the only alternative, then he would cling onto even the smallest of possibilities.

But even if he couldn't make it, maybe his sister——

The sounds of orders barked out from between the trees immediately caused the runaway villager to swerve, his body scrambling to recover as he moved away from the noise. There was nothing left to be done except run away, and as far as he knew, anywhere was better than towards the enemy.

The desperate young man soon found that the forest had begun to clear, and before long the unworn dirt paths gave way to long-abandoned paved stone. Though nature had reclaimed much of the land, the sight of a half-destroyed church in the center quickly caught his eye. With the shouts from behind growing closer, however, the villager simply chose to push forward into the ruins.

Only when he reached them, however, did he realize he had been trapped.

From out of the forest came soldiers—the same ones who had been pursuing him and his sister. The fact that there seemed to be so many of them waiting for his arrival made his heart sink, and the briefest of glances made clear that they were planning on shooting at him from afar. With no other place to go but those destroyed stone walls, the young man chose to dive through the nearest broken window of the church—the glass shards tearing into his skin and clothing—to escape the oncoming hail of arrows. There were a few that made it through the broken ceiling of the building, but as if by some miraculous luck, neither he nor the girl on his shoulders had suffered any further injuries.

In the center of that broken church, though, stood a single statue—one of a goddess long since forgotten, her wings outstretched as if inviting the pair to come forward. With their death fast approaching, though, the young man could do little more than pray to that yet-unknown deity. Be it for a miracle, salvation, or even a quick death when there was nowhere else left to run...

"I have heard your prayers, weary traveler. You have done well to make it here—and for that, I shall bring thee aid. Heroes from beyond the rift, I beseech thee: take up arms and bring forth salvation—if not in the name of Lavielle, then of your own————!"

Though the voice he seemed to ring through his very bones, the source of it all seemed to not be the statue to whom he was praying, but rather of his little sister, whose eyes seemed to be shining with a light not her own. Before long, though, that light seemed to engulf her entire body, before quickly consuming the ruins in their entirety...

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Overview

To summarize the intent of this RP as briefly as possible: I wrote this up to attempt—as the title suggests—a crossover isekai RP. By answering the summons of the goddess Lavielle, these heroes—characters from other universes, in short—are brought to the world of Cerennia to rescue it from an ill fate.

Now, when I say crossover, I do mean crossover RP. Characters from games, film, television, and other forms of media are all welcome here. The only thing I would note here, however, is that I will be vetting the characters in relation to one another and the world just as much as I will be the characters themselves. As such, if someone might not be a good fit for the setup, I may reject it on that basis alone.

Cerennia

The world of Cerennia is one of might and magic—in other words, that of what you might consider a "traditional" medieval high fantasy, complete with a variety of fantastical creatures, races, and the presence (and somewhat liberal usage of) magic. As to the nature of the oncoming threat that threatens all who live in the realm and the motivations therein, as well as those of the people who you may meet...

Well, that falls to the players to decide how to handle.

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Enough waffling about, then. Here's a form (courtesy of co-GM @VitaVitaAR) for all interested parties.

Form

• Name:
• Gender:
• Appearance:
• Personality:
• Brief History:
• Universe of Origin:
• Equipment:
• Abilities:
• Other:

As always, if anyone has any questions, concerns, or anything else that might fall under that umbrella, please do ask.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Interest Check)

Well, that's... A lotta interest. Probably enough to move to an OoC, so I'll handle that soon.

@Lugubrious: I'll try to answer as best I can, so let's split the answer up into two parts.

What the PC's situation will be: this is mainly in regards to their on-summon summon situation. The point in time they are pulled from (relative to their own world) isn't relevant so much as it is a reference point for their abilities at the time. The OP for the RP (as is planned) will jump off from everyone being summoned to the church as per the end of the prologue section of the RP. Further details likely will be expounded on a character-by-character basis.

What they'll be doing: a variety of things (duh), but the primary goals insofar as the main plot is concerned will be to retake regions back from the oncoming enemy forces sweeping the land. This in and of itself has multiple facets, as the enemy forces are not a monolith in terms of ideology or demographic. This thus enables multiple routes to actually REACH the end goal.
That being said, taking the head of the one at the top won't actually lead to much. This isn't an army that'll just dissolve into chaos and disorder if the commander kicks the bucket.

Pokemon: Dream

Richard Evans

Byjerlfal City — Camphor's Lab

"Clarissa, then? Duly no—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Richard once again found himself being interrupted—this time, by the rather dour young man who had traveled with them from the docks. Though he shared his sentiments to an extent, Richard himself had no intention of getting into any sort of argument. They were here to do a job, after all, and actively antagonizing the people around him seemed like a great way to make enemies.

Not that it seemed to stop others from chiming in, though.

"...Well, I think I'll do the smart thing here and abstain from this trainwreck," he muttered to himself as the others continued to introduce themselves. Compared to his more formal greeting, everyone else seemed to be more casual—a difference in values, perhaps?

It was then, though, that the professor that had called them all here had finally made herself known. Compared to someone like, say, Professor Juniper, though, Camphor seemed to be a bit more...

Disheveled? Sleep-deprived?

...Maybe "a lot" more would have been more apt.

Apparently eschewing any sort of more formal introductions, the professor soon led them further into the lab; Richard, not wishing to linger any longer than he needed to, simply followed suit.

To say that the massive underground nature preserve surprised him would have been a bit of an understatement. He had expected something more minimalist, if anything—a lot more clinical machines and maybe caretaking facilities outside the city instead of under it.

If the trip over hadn't already emphasized how much money Camphor had to throw around, this would certainly have.

But before he could ogle for much longer, Richard found himself being ushered into an elevator and down to the ground floor, at which point the professor promptly handed him (and everyone else who apparently didn't have a partner of their own) a Pokeball before directing them to go find their new partner themselves.

"...Huh. Well, this isn't what I was expecting, but as far as surprises go, this one is rather pleasant," he responded before thanking the professor and dropping his bags off near the elevator. "If you'll excuse me, then."

Breaking away from the rest of the group, Richard took a deep breath before walking towards a more verdant section of the area. It was a Snivy that he had signed off for, after all, and it'd make reasonable sense to look for one where Grass-types would traditionally linger.

Hopefully it wouldn't take too long to find her.

@Rune_Alchemist@Crusader Lord@Savo

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Interest Check)

Prologue

"Millie, please, just hold on. Big bro's going to get us out of here..."

Though his lungs burned with every breath he took, a young man—his face stained soot-black from the ashes of his old home—hastily scrambled through the underbrush. The young girl clinging to his back, her breathing ragged, desperately held on for dear life as he pushed further and further into the forest. The shouts and cries of their hunters from the ruins of what had once been their quiet hometown spurred them further onward. Paired with the dying screams and cries of their families and friends...

All that could be done now was to run. Run and run and pray that somehow, the two of them would escape. The chance of such a thing happening was infinitesimal, but that smallest chance of hope was the only thing they could cling onto. If death was the only alternative, then he would cling onto even the smallest of possibilities.

But even if he couldn't make it, maybe his sister——

The sounds of orders barked out from between the trees immediately caused the runaway villager to swerve, his body scrambling to recover as he moved away from the noise. There was nothing left to be done except run away, and as far as he knew, anywhere was better than towards the enemy.

The desperate young man soon found that the forest had begun to clear, and before long the unworn dirt paths gave way to long-abandoned paved stone. Though nature had reclaimed much of the land, the sight of a half-destroyed church in the center quickly caught his eye. With the shouts from behind growing closer, however, the villager simply chose to push forward into the ruins.

Only when he reached them, however, did he realize he had been trapped.

From out of the forest came soldiers—the same ones who had been pursuing him and his sister. The fact that there seemed to be so many of them waiting for his arrival made his heart sink, and the briefest of glances made clear that they were planning on shooting at him from afar. With no other place to go but those destroyed stone walls, the young man chose to dive through the nearest broken window of the church—the glass shards tearing into his skin and clothing—to escape the oncoming hail of arrows. There were a few that made it through the broken ceiling of the building, but as if by some miraculous luck, neither he nor the girl on his shoulders had suffered any further injuries.

In the center of that broken church, though, stood a single statue—one of a goddess long since forgotten, her wings outstretched as if inviting the pair to come forward. With their death fast approaching, though, the young man could do little more than pray to that yet-unknown deity. Be it for a miracle, salvation, or even a quick death when there was nowhere else left to run...

"I have heard your prayers, weary traveler. You have done well to make it here—and for that, I shall bring thee aid. Heroes from beyond the rift, I beseech thee: take up arms and bring forth salvation—if not in the name of Lavielle, then of your own————!"

Though the voice he seemed to ring through his very bones, the source of it all seemed to not be the statue to whom he was praying, but rather of his little sister, whose eyes seemed to be shining with a light not her own. Before long, though, that light seemed to engulf her entire body, before quickly consuming the ruins in their entirety...

---

Overview

To summarize the intent of this RP as briefly as possible: I wrote this up intending to attempt—as the title suggests—a crossover isekai RP. By answering the summons of the goddess Lavielle, these heroes—characters from other universes, in short—are brought to the world of Cerennia to rescue it from an ill fate.

Now, when I say crossover, I do mean crossover RP. Characters from games, film, television, and other forms of media are all welcome here. The only thing I would note here, however, is that I will be vetting the characters in relation to one another and the world just as much as I will be the characters themselves. As such, if someone might not be a good fit for the setup, I may reject it on that basis alone.

Cerennia

The world of Cerennia is one of might and magic—in other words, that of what you might consider a "traditional" medieval high fantasy, complete with a variety of fantastical creatures, races, and the presence (and somewhat liberal usage of) magic. As to the nature of the oncoming threat that threatens all who live in the realm and the motivations therein, as well as those of the people who you may meet...

Well, that falls to the players to decide how to handle.

---

In any case, though this is an interest check (and thus not necessarily off the ground by any means), I have a form prepped (courtesy of co-GM @VitaVitaAR) in case anyone might want to get a head start.

Form

• Name:
• Gender:
• Appearance:
• Personality:
• Brief History:
• Universe of Origin:
• Equipment:
• Abilities:
• Other:

As always, if anyone has any questions, concerns, or anything else that might fall under that umbrella, please do ask.

Pokemon: Dream

Richard Evans

Byjerlfal City — Camphor's Lab

With there being little else to do and none of the others seeming particularly intent on pursuing any other conversation en route, Richard simply chose to follow after Camila with the others. The city's sights didn't pull his attention any which way, which was probably for the best; his funds were a bit tight and would continue to be as such until he got his first paycheck... Or until he could get into a good enough position to start battling with reasonable confidence. Whichever came first, really.

Once the group arrived, though, Richard silently took note of the other group of people who also seemed to be arriving at the same time. Given their general appearance, it seemed like that it would be reasonable to assume that they were here for much the same reason they were; the following explanation that he managed to overhear made that less of a guess and more of a statement. Either way, the number of people was rather notable—and the group of people who seemed to be waiting in reception for much of the same reason only served to add to their number. Twelve in all, himself included—in other words, it was inevitable that at least some of them would be journeying together in the near future.

Though some part of him wanted to move and plainly introduce himself, one person from the other group took the chance to make himself the center of attention (and rather flashily, too). Though the reception area was by no means cramped, seeing someone choose to sit on the table rather than at didn't quite sit right with him—not that he was particularly inclined to call them out for it, though. With his luggage still firmly in his grasp, Richard simply moved towards the other group and flagged down their attention—however briefly—with a wave instead.

"I suppose we're apt to be coworkers—er, co-assistants?—from here on out. Name's Richard Evans; it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, unable to really dodge a more formal introduction given the current atmosphere. The overbearingly casual nature of the one person who had chosen to accost the other three people who were waiting was a bit too much for his tastes, and making a first impression like this seemed less likely to backfire than...

Well, whatever that sort of entrance was.

@Crimson Flame@Theyra@VitaVitaAR@Crusader Lord

Pokemon: Dream

Richard Evans

Byjerlfal City — Docks

With both his backpack and luggage double-checked to make sure nothing had somehow left his person (mild paranoia about petty thievery was a valid concern when this out of place, after all), Richard simply made his way over to the assistant whose sign was waving about in the air. The appearance of the ship's captain to follow after them to hand something off to said assistant was mildly unexpected, of course, but as the other apparent assistants-to-be congregated around the sign, Richard simply chose to take note of the others who would be his co-workers in the near future.

The girl who had initially approached him—Isla, if he had heard her correctly—seemed to remain mostly silent on the way over. In that regard, it was hard to get a gauge on her character beyond maybe being a little soft-spoken. More concerning, though, was the girl who had interjected earlier. Her name half-lingered inside his head; Jane or Jill or something of the sort. More notable that the Trainer herself was the Aipom she had with her; it seemed fairly lackadaisical in nature (as one might have expected), but the fact that she was okay with it hanging out outside of a Pokeball meant that she either had built a great rapport with the creature or that she might have been too carefree as a Trainer.

Hopefully it would be the former, else it would probably be prudent to take a different route from the ninja-apparent when everyone inevitably split up to take their own paths around the region.

And then there was the last guy, the one who had somehow slipped into the group without so much as a whisper. Something about him seemed oddly familiar, but to what end Richard himself couldn't quite put his finger on at the moment. Not that he particularly wished to interrupt someone lost in their own thoughts right now, else they respond unfavorably, but at least his presence would be acknowledged... Or something of the sort.

But rather than waffling about trying to start up some more small talk, the assistant—after being handed an odd package by the captain—swiftly made the executive decision to lead them away. Probably for the best, all things considered; Richard was more than ready to see what Professor Camphor had planned for the near future, even if it probably just boiled down to "give everyone who didn't already have a partner one and throw them off into the world, guidance be damned."

@XxFellsingxX@Thayr@Savo@Pyromania99

Pokemon: Dream

Richard Evans

Byjerlfal City — Docks

Lingering by the docks as a majority of the other passengers left made Richard stand out like a sore thumb, but at this point the best he could do to not look like a Magikarp out of water was to simply look relaxed as he slowly scanned over the people present. There didn't seem to be anything immediately eye-catching quite yet—any sort of sign that the Professor had indeed sent someone out to grab them who wasn't being held up for some reason or another—but it was more than likely that had to do with the still-moving wave of people leaving the area to begin with. In the meantime, though, he could spend what time he had now taking in the sights from the pier; it certainly had a different atmosphere from those back in Castelia, at least.

It was at this point, though, that the young man found himself approached by someone who seemed to be just a bit more apparently out-of-their-depth than he was. Context and assumptions, at least, made figuring out that she was probably not the assistant he was to look out for simple enough. Better that than looking like a fool asking if she was the one waiting for them, at least—that'd have been more than awkward. Before he could even think of replying, though, another young lady—this one dressed notably more eccentrically than the rest of the crowd—interjected, introducing herself before he even had a chance to speak his piece.

Rude.

"Sir's a bit formal, but yeah, I am," he replied to the first, giving the girl a half-wave after turning to face the two proper. "Name's Richard Evans. I presume you've two've also been pulled from overseas?"

As he spoke, though, the crowd seemed to have dissipated enough to allow for someone with a sign to make it through—that, at least, was eye-catching enough. The sign itself looked a bit hastily put together, even from a distance, but the words on it—and those that reached his ears from the one holding it—made it clear that she was the assistant they were to find upon arriving.

"We can continue talking as we walk. Let's not keep anyone waiting," he followed, gesturing briefly in the direction of the sign waving in the air before starting to move. "I'm getting a bit tired of smelling nothing but saltwater, anyhow."

@Savo@Thayr@Pyromania99@XxFellsingxX

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

Saitama Prefecture — Western Front

As it began to soar away from the two enemies in it's sights, the avian Warped soon found itself having to contend with one more issue. As it turned out, the target it had assumed was grounded had some way to meet with it in the air. That alone would have been enough cause for it to have to recalculate the method by which it went about it's assault, but the speed at which she was approaching meant that there was little proper recourse to be had.

Though it had ascended three quarters of the way back up into the sky from where it had been brought low initially, having an unexpected variable close the distance between it and the ground—much less landing a proper hit to it—meant that there was little else the Warped could do but try and mitigate the damage. If the enemy was moving in a straight line, then all it could do was try and turn so that the blow would maybe clip it's wings at best.

All the while, of course, it attempted to swerve about to try and return fire with a laser blast of it's own. The beam that had been charging was not yet at full power, granted, but given the rapid approach of the other more aerially-inclined enemy, the only goal it had now was to deal as much damage as it could before what looked to be an inevitable death.

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze

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In spite of the losses they had incurred, the weasel-form Warped seemed to be less agitated than expected—apparent inherent responses to pain aside, at least. Their injuries were by no means insignificant; losing a chunk of face was one thing, but an entire arm was another. The one unfortunate enough to have lost the latter quickly let out an odd cry—something between a screech and a howl—before attempting to retreat. The other seemed to move in turn, acting to bar the path so that it's companion, injured as it was, could move away from the battlefield.

Given the general logic by which the Warped seemed to operate on, though, that would have been rather strange. Any attempts at pursuit, though, would be met with fierce resistance from the sole Warped in front of Rozaliya. Now that it had been given a chance to be made aware of what her abilities were, the monster seemed to be attempting to leverage the distance between it and her. If it could not properly meet her in a head-on clash, then it only made sense to slash and stab at a range beyond hers before retreating to safety. If she chose to break away in pursuit of it's partner, though, it would be a simple enough matter to cleave at an exposed back to force attention back on itself (if not something notably more lethal).

@King Cosmos

Pokemon: Dream

Richard Evans

Byjerlfal City

"Mmm... I suppose that logic would have me lean in favor of the Annihilape, but playing right into Dhelmise's strengths like that... Maybe he would've done better if he tried to leverage some more support moves and setup rather than focus wholly on attacks? No, wait, Giga Drain might throw a wrench in things here... But I think that Annihilape should be able to get angry enough for a good Rage Fist to work if it tries to weather the storm, right...?"

Compared to many of the other spectators on board the ship, the young brown-haired man seemed to be less caught up in the spectacle of the match and more focused on the actions that led to the challenger's defeat. Even if this wasn't exactly a proper Gym battle, a brief glimpse at what the Gym leader—the ship's captain—could do was information he would gladly shelve away for a future challenge.

With a sigh and shake of his head, Richard Evans simply shrugged his shoulders as the Rotom Phone he was taking notes on promptly flew back into his pocket. That was a problem he'd have to tackle in the future—one that was, all things considered, quite close at hand. Though he would have much preferred going through the Unova League on his own terms, the Trainer-to-be had since rationalized the whole "being shipped off to another region by his mother" issue as a way of dodging any sort of comparisons on his journey through a League.

That didn't exactly resolve the issues that he had already—namely, his own habit of reacting to battles as a knowledgable spectator rather than as a trainer proper—but hopefully that habit of armchair analysis would smooth over as time went on.

At least he was aware of it, if anything.

Once the announcement to prepare for landing had arrived, the young man nodded before promptly heading back towards his room. The few weeks he had spent riding on this ship had been pleasant, what with all the stops at major cities the world over, but at the end of the day he was still here to do a job... Even if it was only because of his mother's connections.

Living up to those expectations was why he was here, for better or worse.

After packing what remained around his room into his luggage (which was composed mostly of clothing and souvenirs to ship back home when the time came around), Richard spent the last of his time on board lying on his bed trying to figure out what route he would take to visit all of the Gyms in the region. Doubling back multiple times over did not seem like a great way to spend the next few weeks, and that'd probably make him look like a fool at the end of the day.

Once the SS Calliope had finally docked at port and the tourists began to shuffle off board, Richard quietly merged into the crowd with his goods in tow. All that remained to be done now was to meet up with the others the Professor had brought from overseas and be led to the lab; hopefully, that assistant in question was already waiting for them at the dock so that they (read: he) wouldn't be left stranded in the middle of the city with little more than the clothes on his back.

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99