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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@GarlandDaHero,@The Irish Tree,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322,@Kal-El

Cayde Selmy

Cayde agreed to Satirra's request with a simple nod, making his way to the unconscious guard to make sure the man didn't run away or get killed by one their more brutal companions. The easiest way he could think of that would accomplish such a task was to pick the man up and push him into a nearby wooden table, holding the guard's arm behind his back. The guy seemed out cold, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. However, as he watched the hot-blooded Dhirom claw in vain at the cobblestone floor, the man decided to point out their precious time that was ticking away.

"Hey, I think it might be best if we just take the stairs. You've made some pretty impressive progress, but I don't think it's going to be any faster than running," he told her. There was no need to insult her efforts. Had it worked, it might very well have gotten them past a lot of the densest groups of troops, but time was of the essence. If the rest of the prisoners were contained before they reached the bottom floor, their small band wouldn't have a chance on their own.

The nobleman would make sure to wait for Satirra and anyone else that may have been lagging behind for whatever reason before they all made their way down. Most of everyone seemed very attached to their confiscated belongings, and while Cayde may not have been voicing his concern, he also was thinking about his Draethil-forged armaments. He could still fight without them, but they would make any future combat encounters much easier. Considering the life they would all lead after taking leave of this prison, there would probably be nothing more useful. So it was towards the warden they would go, and any other obstacles that stood before them as they made their way down.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Blossoming Relationships

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Just like everyone else on the ship, Robert's eyes immediately fell on the brightly colored woman that was to be their chaperone for this mission. "No wait, we're supposed to be protecting her right?" he mumbled to himself, just quietly enough that no one would hear. The young man couldn't recall, after all he had only skimmed through the mission's description. Sand had told them that she would prefer this mission over the others so he trusted her judgement. Though in hindsight he realized that not reading was less trust in his team leader and more laziness on his part. Oh well.

In any case, he refocused on the inspector. Pink now seemed to have the tendency to remind him of a specific ex-teammate of his, one whose absence especially struck him with a deep yearning. He hoped he'd finally receive that first letter she promised to send when she left during Parent Day.

Fortunately the woman soon spoke, helping Robert escape from his wandering mind and bring himself back into the present. "Hmm? Did someone say ice cream?" Unfortunately, all he heard were two words that made him look more like a dog after hearing the word 'treat' then like a professional huntsmen. If he had a tail like their new teammate did, it would probably be wagging.

_{@Lazo@Awesomoman64@Crimmy@Abillioncats}

Fate/Kaleid Prisma Connections

... What the fuck is happening?

The gym was in complete chaos. New servants were appearing and servants that had been in the fight for hours were suddenly leaving. Hal had never seen anything like it before in his life. It was like watching a train crash and being unable to look away from the explosions and metal bending in on itself. Hal waited for Odysseus' answer, hoping that this veteran of the Trojan War would be able to explain what the two of them were currently witnessing.

... I don't have a clue either.

Well that helped. What do you think we should do?

Well I doubt we could take on all of these on our own. I'm no Rider class after all. I say we go along with them. At the very least, if they do mean us harm, gaining their trust will allow me to more easily use my Doúreios íppos on them without them noticing, increasing our chances to escape.

Alright. Until I'm sure we're out of danger than, you can remain in control. Don't get too used to it however.

"I'll follow you, newcomers. Though I hope you don't expect me to disarm myself. I appreciate the support, but I apologize for remaining cautious until I get to know you more, Odysseus said with Hal's body, collecting his axes that had fallen off of Xerxes when the Persian King had melted to goop.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Shipment protection

Boom! Up above in the bright blue sky, the sound of Vale's tax dollars could be heard being spent as the cargo ship's escorts blew up another Nevermore that had gotten much too close for comfort. It had been about two hours since the ship had left port from one of Vale's southern cities and the most interesting thing that had happened was the occasional "fireworks show" above. If the action so far was anything to show of how the senior's mission would go, it seemed that this would be the easiest lien they'd probably ever make in their lives.

On the ship's bridge, the coolheaded crew all seemed to be working hard at keeping the ship running in tip top shape, but as long as they had the escort above and the sonar giving them an early warning below, they felt just as bored as anyone else. In fact, things were running so well that the captain had begun wandering the top deck, looking to talk with the huntsmen-in-training that were on board his vessel. After all, these were prestigious students of Beacon already in the last year of their education. They must hear the amazing tales of his seafaring adventures so they could spread them back at school and to future generations. Taking a puff from his pipe, Captain Korallion approached whichever member of Team HTTS that was unfortunate enough to be spotted first, ready to talk their ear off about the 'good old days.'

Another possible location to waste time at, if one didn't care for watching the waves or seeing how a cargo ship is run, was the crew's quarters. Here one could instead play a game of cards with those were currently off duty and, if their luck was good enough, walk away from this mission with a nice bonus. Cheating was of course another option, though making enemies on the open water with nowhere to escape to wouldn't be the smartest move.

Finally, for those looking for solitude or to be an edgy loner, there was also the cargo hold where one could be in relative silence. It was completely empty of people and one could easily read or try to catch up on procrastinated assignments if they weren't the diligent type. It was also the deepest point of the ship other than the engine room and whoever chose to stay there would be at the greatest disadvantage if/when an attack came.

_{@NaraK@Crimmy@HereComesTheSnow}

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@GarlandDaHero,@The Irish Tree,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322,@Kal-El

Cayde Selmy

Using the hilt of the blade, Cayde knocked out the guard he'd been fighting, finally putting an end to the man's screams of pain from the broken leg. At least he was alive, which was more than could be said for Homura's opponent as a small splatter of blood landed on his face. The redhaired warrior wiped it away as best as he could, but all it really did was smear sanguine liquid. He let out a disheartened sigh, closed his eyes, and gave himself a moment to think. Only seconds would pass when those azure colored orbs reappeared, filled with a determination which hadn't been there before. He wanted to escape.

Looting the guard's belt for the attached sheath and radio, Cayde approached his fellow escapees. "Take what you can from them, especially the radios. They'll be helpful in avoiding any massive groups we may stumble across and help us rendezvous back up if we ever get separated. If their armor fits you, take the parts that'll protect your vitals. Helmets, breastplates, vambraces, and so forth. Leave the rest though, we don't have time to take it all," he advised.

Once upon a time, Cayde was a captain in charge of an entire small company of soldiers. Now here he was with only six fellow misfits and abysmally low odds to ever even see the exit of this prison. Despite every bone in his body telling him to turn back, the soldier stood his ground, ready to go through hell with his new comrades if it meant leaving their cells behind.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

I should have a post up no later than Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@AdmrlStalfos19 Well Cayde would probably try to pull her off the guy though who knows how long it would take to reach her when he's still fighting the others, if I'm the one you're asking.

If you're asking Tree, knowing him I doubt he'll stop anything like that from occurring.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

By the way @GarlandDaHero,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322, if you need me to I can easily edit my post if you feel I overstepped or something. I don't want you guys to feel like I'm telling you what to do, I just felt my character would attempt to take a temporary role of leadership due to the threat currently in front of them.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Cayde Selmy

"Thank you for the save," Cayde replied, rubbing the discolored areas of his skin where he had once been shackled. The nobleman then looked over to his cell door. There it stood, calling his name and pleading for him to leave. Yet, he continued to hesitate. He didn't like it here, that was obvious, but what sort of life waited for him out there away from this prison. His uncle would probably never rest until he was recaptured or killed. Every waking moment would be spent on his toes, searching for the next assassin or bounty hunter. Was that really a life he was willing to live?

His decision would be made for him though as two guards suddenly spotted them. Suddenly, his military training kicked in. There were lives at stake now, his and his fellow inmates of course, but also the guards. They did nothing wrong, merely keeping imprisoned the people they were told had broken the law in one way or another. They had lives and families just as much as the rest of them. The army had taught him that sometimes casualties were to be expected, but that didn't mean there couldn't be an attempt to save them. He wouldn't force the others to do so, but for now it was non-lethal strikes only until he found a reason to kill.

Still Cayde was a swordsman, not a pugilist, so when he saw the weapon lying by the unconscious guard his first reaction was to grab it. Rolling forward, the nobleman grabbed the blade by the hilt and lifted it above his head to parry the conscious guard's first attack. It was easy to see faults in his opponent's stance, an easy life of keeping locked up prisoners from getting out of what was until now an impenetrable prison makes one lazy and out of practice. So Cayde followed up his defense with a kick to the guard's extended leg, probably breaking his knee. It would heal... eventually. It was better than being dead.

However, there was still the problem of the guard running for help. His opponent was incapacitated but still a danger and the other one was still very much active and uninjured. Someone needed to go after the man or else their escape would be short lived. No Erune was apart of their merry band of escapees, meaning there was no obviously faster member. Draphs were known for their strength not speed, so the impressively endowed woman was not his first pick. The silver and blue haired woman didn't look very physically active, perhaps being a spellcaster of some sort. Either way, also probably not the best decision for a runner. And their bard savior didn't seem at all interested in further dirtying his hands. So that left one other unless anyone else chose to leave their cell. "Satirra? How fast do you think you can run?"

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Fate/Kaleid Prisma Connections

Zeus damn you all. What's the point of being an archer if everything seems to be resistant to arrows? As this thought crossed Odysseus' mind, he fired several more arrows toward Flamma, who's reaction to them was more akin to an ox surrounded by flies than a man being struck by dozens of projectiles, each going at speeds that even a bullet couldn't hope to reach. Upon seeing Makoto's exploding spear trick though and the results, or lack there of, it produced, the man decided to switch targets. I was having better luck against the Persian than this monster.

So if we're going back up against Xerxes, what's the new plan?

Well since he's so distracted by Ajax, I was thinking of stabbing him in the back. The archer let out a sigh as he returned his bow to his back. Athena, why couldn't you have sent me here in my Assassin form?

That still doesn't sound like much of a plan.

Fine. Step two is improvise. Step three is to win.

I'm not very confident in this strategy.

Tough luck. You granted me the use of your body, so I'm using it as I see fit.

Watching as the skeletons fell before the piercing sound of Astolfo's horn, Odysseus used the opportunity to finally leave the collapsing rafters and descended to the gym floor, leaping down with two axes raised above his head and bringing them down upon both of Xerxes' shoulders. "It may not be gold or jewelry, but why don't you accept this offering your highness," he told the king as his weapons embedded themselves between the joints. "Yes, I believe my gift looks quiet well on you."