FujiwaraPhoenix

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

??? — Ruined Inn

Though the thumping against the doorway had grown steady since the group had first noticed it, there seemed to be no immediate sign that whatever was trying to force it's way in would be able to do so...

At least, not immediately.

Upon reaching the first floor, it would become rather clear that yes, the things that were trying to break through into their fleeting sanctuaries were indeed zombies, as far as the colloquial definition of the monsters went. A few had begun to gather by the windows, though without any immediate "sight" of the ones who descended none of them seemed to react. Given their clothing and faces caught in a state of half-decay, though, it wouldn't have been too much of a stretch to assume that the zombies were (former) residents of the town.

Sora's choice to lob a window outside, though, did prove to be rather effective at pulling the attention of the undead away from them, though, as it seemed like almost all of those that had gathered near the front of the inn slowly began to turn around and shamble towards the cobblestone where the glass had shattered.

Hopefully, that would give the group ample time to reinforce themselves and prepare for those still knocking at the back entrance. On the upside, there didn't seem to be any windows there, so exploring that area would be more than possible.

The first floor of the inn seemed to be in less-than-stellar shape compared to the second, though; there were signs of battle here, and off near where a reception desk lay toppled over was the desiccated corpse of a woman in armor. Given how it hadn't stirred when the scream had alerted those outside, it would have been safe to assume that this person was well and truly dead.

Otherwise, though, the floor seemed to be cleared of any threats. The benches and tables upon which guests must have eaten upon in the past had surely seen better days, though, and a majority of them seemed to be broken. and no more usable than simple scrap wood. The larger pieces would likely serve well enough as levers to stop things from getting inside, though.

The kitchen nearer the back of the building was in better shape, at least; though the items within seemed to have been thrown around, a lot of the utensils inside seemed to have been preserved from the elements. Dust buildup was still an issue—as was the issue of a majority of the ingredients having long since passed their expiration date—but it was likely that they would be usable enough for daily life if cleaned... And, if used as weapons, even that wasn't really necessary.

That only left the entrance to the cellar. While it would have been a simple matter to open it and simply walk inside, the sound of scratching coming from inside was not something that would instill confidence in any wishing to explore further. Whether that meant whatever was waiting for them inside was any less troublesome than the zombies knocking at their doors was a different question all it's own, though.

@VitaVitaAR@RolePlayerRoxas@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw

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??? — Dilapidated Shack

Unstable and rickety as the shack was, it seemed to support the sole door through which people were more or less free to enter and exit from. It wasn't as if any sort of locks would matter in a place like this; it would only take a little bit of force for someone to muscle their way inside, with or without a door.

The smell of poverty and destitution would become all the more pronounced the second that Cassius left the shack. The poor, the infirm, and the desperate—all were equal here, barely making ends meet as they lived and died outside the city walls. For what reason they all moved about, though, none but they could say.

What would stand out to those emerging, though, was how those nearest them seemed to be deliberately avoiding their gaze. Maybe it was the shouts from earlier, but it didn't seem like anyone really wanted to associate with the madmen who had just taken residence among them.

Or, well, so it seemed to be at a glance.

"...Huh. I expected a little less dignity out of someone screaming nonsense in the middle of the day," came a voice from above the group—one whose owner would soon be made clear as a shadow briefly passed overhead before landing on the dirt nearby. "Or maybe it's the other one still holed away I should be worried about?"

The girl that had made herself known simply glanced through the cracks between the planks of the shack before shrugging her shoulders.

"Either way, it's probably not a good idea to raise such a fuss like that. You'd be surprised at how many enemies you make just by being loud."

@ERode@Zeroth@TheMushroomLord

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Tachibana Masaru

Nagano Prefecture — Abandoned Mansion

Though bringing the monster down with a single arrow would have been the ideal miracle in this situation, Masaru was not particularly concerned with the fact that the arrow had not dealt anything that seemed even close to meaningful damage. Rather, it was more like he hadn't fired the attack with any intent to kill in the first place.

No, the act of simply lodging the arrow inside the beast's head would have been enough to proceed with the rest of his original plan. The brief pause in the komainu's gait had given the Agent an extra second to make even more distance between himself and the monster—valuable time in it's own right—but what might have been more relevant was the fact that the young man could spot some other form of electricity—not of his own making, of course—being prepared and fired off.

"...Damn, guess this bow must be mass-produced or something," he half-joked before nocking an arrow and aiming towards the same spot that his first had landed in. The projectile was still there, of course—sticking out right in the middle of the monster's head—and with it, of course, was all the water he had used to drill that hole into it with in the first place.

Pure water wasn't particularly conductive in the least, but after being mixed with whatever made these beings up and all the metals in the arrowhead itself, surely a proper shock straight to the brain would fry this thing in short order.

With that thought in mind and his bow crackling with electricity, the young man took a deep breath before beginning to fire a multitude of lightning-laden arrows in rapid succession towards the komainu. With the arrow present already functioning as a miniature lightning rod, the damage would surely continue to build up even if the arrows themselves din't meet their mark outright.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

??? — Mosslit Cavern

Those who chose to exit the cavern first would come to find that the dimly-glowing moss would grow all the more vibrant once the meadow they had awoken upon was wholly out of sight. The absence of sunlight seemed to make this peculiar lichen shine ever so vibrantly, which made navigating the caves all that much easier.

Not that it helped much when the walls all looked much the same to the untrained eye, but that was to be expected.

The cavern seemed to curve and twist the further they proceeded, until finally the path they were on seemed to merge back into another. The route seemed to split somewhere along the line, which at the very least indicated another route that could be travelled upon.

The other branching path would eventually lead to a small alcove—one that appeared to be rather empty at a glance. The main path from which the two diverged, however, seemed to open up into a more spacious area. This new section of the cave seemed a fair deal more barren, but a quick glance around would little more than the presence of a simple wooden chest and a few odd indentations along the stone wall.

@Crusader Lord@Thunder999999@Crimson Paladin@Expendable

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

??? — Ruined Inn(?)

In the midst of all their exchange of information, drenched in uncertainty, worry, and excitement in equal measure, one could be led to assume that all was well within the confines of the building. Untouched by the living and dead alike, this old building was in marvelously good condition given the circumstances—a boon unto the stonemasons and carpenters who had built it so long ago.

But sturdiness and stability alone did not a sanctuary make. Though introductions and uncertain probing of the situation might have brought with it some faint sense of camraderie, the sound that seemed to be of the utmost concern seemed to be coming down from the ground level.

That shriek, it seemed, had done more than make the others who had found themselves within this odd building aware of the presence of others. Sound, after all, was indiscriminate, and it seemed like others had been made aware that "something" was in this building that had not been there before. The steady thumping, beating like a steady drum, seemed to echo from outside the front entrance.

It was lucky, in a sense, that whatever awaited the group was attempting to use the door—a memory of ages past, perhaps—but soon that steady pounding found itself joined by another—this one, closer to the back entrance of the building.

Then another. And another still.

The streets had been sparse when the newfound souls had poked their heads out, and were still so, but whether or not this would grow into something beyond what should be handled was a different matter altogether.

@VitaVitaAR@RolePlayerRoxas@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Steven Yu

??? — Dirt Road

With one hand resting upon the hilt of the blade at his side, Steven nodded in agreement with Duncan's assessment of the situation. The logic he presented made enough sense to heed regardless, and it wasn't like he hadn't already planned to follow the road one way or another in the worst-case scenario anyways.

Hopefully, though, that bit about 'defending themselves' wouldn't have to come to pass. Though he bore what was unmistakably a katana at his side, there was no guarantee he could use it. There was a bit of a foggy memory poking at the back of his mind about the skill he had seen on his status screen, though, but no matter how hard he tried to recall what had occurred it simply seemed out of reach for the moment.

Damn.

"Well, if we want to find something while it's still light out, we'd better get moving," Steven remarked, choosing to give up on that train of thought for the moment and shrugging his shoulders as he looked up and down the road. Unfortunately, being on a fairly flat plain as things were, "downhill" wasn't much a certainty as it was a hunch.

"Uh... Well, I'm pretty sure you can't tell elevation apart when everything level, so I guess we'll go... That way?" the kitsune half-suggested, half-declared before beginning to walk down the dirt road.

Traveling on a dirt path in his new body—and new clothes besides—was undoubtedly a novel experience in it's own right. It was one thing to be walking around a city in modern clothing, but another to do so in garb that wouldn't have been out of place in Edo-era Japan. Sure, he felt cool in the moment doing so, but after a while some part of him really started to miss having sneakers instead of the waraji he wore now.

Though he chose not to gripe about his perceived loss of privilege, the mild irritation the young man felt was matched just as well by the thrill of adventure that awaited him. Here he was in another world, with little else to his name but the clothes on his back and the sword at his side. It would have been difficult for any young man with a bit of fire in his heart to not feel at least a little excited about it all.

After who-knew-how long had passed on the trail, though, the sounds of nature began to die down. Instead, in the distance were faint but audible sounds of steel meeting steel. At that, Steven could not help but grip at the hilt and scabbard of his blade by instinct.

"...There's fighting further down the road," he said, a tinge of worry in his voice as he took a deep breath and glanced at the others. "Be careful."

Of course, that last bit had been directed at himself just as much as it was towards the other two with him. If there was a fight, that had to mean there were people there...

Which meant that every second counted if he wanted to see what was going on for himself. If things like bandit raids or monster attacks were commonplace, then it could well be well within his ability to do something to help those being attacked.

The scene of the battle itself would come into view sooner than the clashing of metal and grunts of exertion would for Duncan, though the opposite would be true for the two kitsune traveling with him. A carriage—and a somewhat ornate one at that—stood unmoving in the middle of the dirt road. Around it, however, was a rather bloody scene. Bodies—some armored in steel—lay strewn along the path, and the smell of blood grew all the more powerful as they approached. Surrounding the carriage were figures cloaked in green—one much the same shade as the grass that blanketed the region the entire time they had been walking—striking out at both men clad in steel and women who wore what could only have been described as maid outfits with steel armaments built into it. The latter group—in other words, those with their backs to the carriage—were clearly worn out, and as the group grew nearer their injuries would be made all the more apparent.

@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@GOATPlumber: Sorry, but the RP is more than full right now.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Steven Yu

??? — Dirt Road

Though he had expected some level of variety from the people who rose from the roadside as he had, what Steven had not expected was for the first one to answer his call to be what was unmistakably a small, nine-tailed kitsune with a maid outfit on. There were far more questions that this situation brought upon him than not, but it didn't take much more than the practiced introduction of the girl in fornt of him to sweep him in her pace.

Formalized customs and introductions really did transcend boundaries in more than a few ways.

"A-ah... Right. Steven Yu," he replied, bowing in turn just as culture had dictated him to do in turn before the voice of a third person pulled his attention towards them instead. When the mention of a plane came up, though, a few more things seemed to click in his head.

"A plane? Yeah, I certainly was on one. Wasn't particularly pleasant, what with all the explosions and screaming and all that, but I was," the kitsune responded as he nodded towards the knight. If that was the first question, though, then maybe the same would apply to all of them?

Mass reincarnation into a new world wasn't a novel concept, but it made enough sense to accept that as an explanation... Provided their stories—no, their deaths—matched his own.

"Uh... Can I assume you were on the same flight, maybe? Japan to US and all that?" he asked in turn. "If so, well... I don't know if it needs to be spelled out.

If anything, it might have been better for his psyche to not address the issue—at least, not for the moment. Maybe somewhere not in the middle of the road where who knew what could be waiting around... And doubly so in a fantasy world like this, where moral standards were by no means guaranteed.

@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Steven Yu

??? — Dirt Road

Blue skies. A gentle breeze. The feeling of grass and rough dirt at his back.

If the last memory in Steven's mind hadn't been the terrifying acceptance of death before he blacked out, the young man might have presumed everything he was feeling right now to be a dream. In a sense, it could have been nothing but an illusion—a hastily-conjured construct of his mind desperate to shield him from the inevitable fact that his life had come to an end.

But here he was, feeling things too lifelike to be simply delusions borne of desperation—never mind if that was even possible to begin with, of course. With a groan, Steven pushed himself off the ground into a seated position as he attempted to process the situation as it was now.

He was here, in a wholly unfamiliar land, and given the way his surroundings looked there seemed to be no sign of any plane wreckage at all. There were a few others nearby who had yet to awaken, though obscured by the tall grass around him—maybe he could question them once they did?—but this entire situation reeked of cliche. That also meant that it was a good a time as any to try that all-important, ever-embarrassing test that was mandatory to perform at times like these.

"...Status."

Contrary to his expectations, Steven found himself staring at a tried-and-true menu with a thoroughly anachronistic look to it compared to the world around him popping in front of his face. Thereupon the young man took his time staring at the details, only to then realize that there was something strange about the race section. In his haste to check, the young man sprung upwards and glanced behind himself, only to notice that there was indeed a massive fox tail flitting behind him. There was also the matter of the new clothes he was only now realizing had replaced his old tried-and-true t-shirt and slacks, but really, those were but a drop in the bucket of things he had realized over the last few minutes.

"Well, uh... Guess being dropped into another world is better than being dead," he mumbled to himself before brushing what he could off of his clothes and tail (which was a strange sensation unto itself) and crossing his arms. As things were now, the logical thing to do would be to try and follow the road in some direction or another...

But with the others here with him, it seemed rather unbecoming of him to do anything but make sure that they were okay. If they were in the same boat—or, well, plane—than he was in, then any amount of company would be good company.

"Hey, wake up!" he called out, slowly walking over to those still lying prone on the ground. "Nothing good's going to come lying about... Or something like that."

@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot

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??? — Ruined Inn(?)

Where one would have expected the sounds and sights of a town full of life in the middle of the day, these four who had been given new life would find themselves in a rather odd set of circumstances. Each would awaken in an inn room of their own that had seen better days; though their beds were stiff and the air was stale, the rooms themselves seemed to be in perfect condition otherwise.

Who knew when they had last seen human use, though.

Peering out the windows would reveal a city nearly devoid of life, save for what seemed to be a few beings in metal armor that seemed to be limping around the streets for some reason or another. A keen eye might have noticed a few bones and rusted metal armaments lying about on the streets, but anything more would require further investigation.

Those choosing to open their doors would find that they did still function as intended, if not a bit more noisily than they might have in the past. All led into the same hallway, of course, but how these visitors from another world would react to their new circumstances remailed to be seen.

@VitaVitaAR@RolePlayerRoxas@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw

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??? — Dilapidated Shack

To call the place where these three souls ended up a "house" might have been a bit generous, to put things lightly. Though spacious enough to allow all three of those present a place to wake up from their slumber, the state of the building made it feel more akin to waking up after camping outside with improvised materials at best.

A quick glance outside would reveal that they were surrounded by much of the same. Though people were trying to go about their lives, the shoddily-constructed buildings that stretched and wrapped around the area did not by any means speak favorably to the situation of the residents therein...

Or what such a thing held in store for those here now.

@ERode@Zeroth@TheMushroomLord

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??? — ???

The sound of water dripping down from the ceiling would be the sole noise heralding this group into the world. The odd presence of a small meadow no more than a meter wide in what was unmistakably a cavern would be an uncanny thing to witness in and of itself, but at the very least it meant that the four resting here would not wake up against cold stone.

There was only one way out—a small cavern leading into what had to be a wider cavern than what they had been brought into—but whether it was a good idea to explore the area without proper planning was another matter altogether.

@Crusader Lord@Thunder999999@Crimson Paladin@Expendable

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??? — Forest Shrine

Betwixt verdant trees that gave cover to the wildlife below lay a small shrine, long since reclaimed by nature. The roof of the build had since collapsed inward, and grass and flowers grew where the light filtered in from above. Here, in this stone ruin forgotten by time, stood a broken statue. Whatever it had been mattered little, specially since the worn marble that had once composed it had since crashed to the floor into broken chunks.

In the middle of it all was a small pedestal, raised ever so slightly off the ground. Those who had found themselves here lay upon it as they slept, silent and unknowing as the world continued ever onward around them.

@Rin@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@Expendable: Accepted.

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

Kochiya Sanae

Aventon — Deep Forest

Despite her own better judgement, Sanae had in fact chosen to see what sort of state Mokou was in—and was subsequently punished quite heavily for it mentally. Seeing an arm being mangled, scorched, and necrotizing all at once was hard to stomach, never mind the other injuries she had sustained.

Before she could even try calling out to the other woman about the situation, though, Sanae watched in shock as Mokou simply moved towards the centipede's still-flailing body and disappeared into a pillar of flame before promptly reappearing seconds later.

"H-how?! You-but that-how?!" was all that she could sputter out. Even if Gensokyo was a realm where residents treated common sense like it was their plaything, recovering from an injury like that near-instantaneously was on a different level of absurdity.

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Though apparently undaunted by having one more enemy to face off, the centipede soon found the extent to which the two beings in front of it were a meaningful threat. Dealing with Remilia alone had been a drawn-out battle unto itself, but with Joker present—and his ability to cleave through it's carapace besides—the number of wounds it had was very rapidly growing in number.

All of this came to a head as the teenager cloaked in black swung up around it's body and used it at a footstool to reach it's head, at which point debilitating magicks were let loose upon it. Slowed and disoriented as it was now, dodging the Scarlet Devil's Gungnir was all but impossible.

A violent tremor shook the very air around them as the spear impaled the centipede's head dead-on, the force sending it flying backwards and crashing through multiple trees before finally pinning it's flailing body to the ground below.

@VitaVitaAR@EchoWolff@Izurich@Lugubrious@Raineh Daze