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I'm a fuckin' weeb, but one of my great-grandparents was Japanese and a Japanese can't be a weeb by definition so...
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...kill me.

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In Final Fantasy: Lightseekers → 3 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Osprey - Kugane--

As the news arrived when all of Team Kirin (including the new arrivals) were still under the same roof as Izayoi's benefactor, they could immediately transition into an impromptu mission briefing. Convenient, for several reasons, one of them being eliminating any chances that Izayoi would attempt the rescue by her lonesome. The gravity of the issue certainly warranted her full attention as Eve listened to what everyone had to say about the matter.

The two war veterans naturally took charge of the briefing as essentially the group's commanding officers, but to the surprise of no one, it was the SEED agent and the resistance group leader who took the strategist role, compiling as much relevant information as they could to minimize risks and maximize chances of success of whatever plan of action the group would take. Said agent also argued against the monster hunter's divide and conquer idea, the Valheimr outnumbered them so vastly that any distractions from Kirin's few would ultimately be detrimental to their efforts. Unfortunate, but ruling out unfeasible strategies is what briefings are for among other things.

As the briefing continued, Izayoi outlined three courses of action: bust Hien out of his prison, raid the transport caravan, or interrupt his execution ceremony. They all possessed an identical main objective, only differing in locations and methods. Regardless, whatever they chose, Valheimr blood would be shed, and that made the whole mission even better as far as Eve was concerned. The Mystrel Samurai further elaborated that they and their allies would be divided in two teams. Assuming Izayoi will be the one who rescues Hien directly, then Esben should be in charge of the infiltration team... It seemed quite obvious to her, as for Eve herself... I'd be better off assigned to the latter. After all, despite her diminutive stature and muted colors, she wasn't exactly a subtle combatant, unless she was directed to never cast a spell, but then, why would she be there in the first place?

The deliberation continued and for the first time since it began, one of their numbers opposed the endeavor. Peculiarly, that someone wasn't Galahad, whose family would consider Hien to be their mortal enemies, nor Miina, whose skittish nature should hold her back, not to mention Hien having nothing to do with her missing brother, instead, it was Renzo, Cyradil's aide. ... Though his reasons had merits, Eve still couldn't help but feel the irony of the situation, one would think a loyal Ospreyan would never even entertain the possibility of sacrificing his liege to the invader scum, yet... sometimes, reality is stranger than fiction.

The show of 'cowardice' gained Izayoi's ire and Eve couldn't blame her, but the samurai kept her composure and moved on, in which Galahad responded with his assessments on their options. Coincidentally, he mentioned her name along with Miina as the two primary spellcasters of the group, a view that Eve agreed with. Amongst the three options, a wide open space would be best to avoid excessive collateral damage and casualties, otherwise she'd have to restrain her magical output, limiting her performance. Speaking of which, since Izayoi specifically asked for suggestions...

After Galahad brought forth his arguments in favor of Plan A in the form of a night raid, Eve decided it was time for her to chime in.

"..." Standing up, the horned black mage approached the map laid upon the table, "Regarding the transport raid plan, I know not if this idea of mine is viable, or even downright foolish, but..." The albino chimera paused as her gloved fingers traced the lines Renzo had drawn upon the map, slowly, surely, she struck a figurative straight line through the main boulevard, "Provided Hien's transport can be warded with sufficient protection or if he can be swiftly extracted from said transport, then, you may not need to even worry about the entourage being an issue..." She paused once more, taking the time to whisk off her hood, mainly for the benefit of Cyradil and Renzo, but also as a non-verbal reminder to the party regarding who-... what she is.

"Mega Flare." Eve subtly yet firmly enunciated those two words, the dreaded yet awe-inspiring vaporizing breath of the King of Dragons, "It'll take everything I have and render myself incapacitated, but I can do it." The faux-eidolon narrowed her eyes slightly, "Just say the word and I'll vaporize them to ashes..." It was a risky plan, yes, but none of the options were without their own set of risks and complications.
In From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting) → 4 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Aventon - Village--

The trade goods were certainly neat, but aside from cultural ornaments and embellishments, nothing too out of the ordinary, perhaps except for the tomes. In the end, Remilia realized that as a purveyor of antique artifacts and someone who had arguably the best library - and librarian - in Gensokyo within her private property, she might not be the best appraiser. After all, meeting let alone surpassing her standards would be an achievement in itself. Then, if the items couldn't really provide her with anything beyond brief amusement, then perhaps the traders themselves could...

The vampiress arrived just as the Moriya Miko was proposing for the group to hitch a ride back to Nieve, the supposed capital of the sovereign nation that Aventon belonged to. Considering what Lavielle said through Millie last night as relayed by Anne to the party, their next destination should indeed be Nieve. It's my best course of action, unless Patchouli and the others have found a way to reverse the teleportation process that brought me here, but the fact they aren't here yet means they haven't so... They'd come when they're able, but she certainly wasn't going to wait around.

The ensuing exchange between the traders (including the guards), Sanae, and Mokou was certainly quite interesting. These folks seem to equate size with strength, then by that principle, the Scarlet Devil would be either the weakest or second weakest considering Rayne, which was a thought that amused her greatly... until she remembered that even if she decided to boast her might, knowing that her current self was but a tiny morsel compared to her true glory put a damper to the urge to indulge in a bit of showy arrogance. All things considered, some of these able-bodied men might very well be actually stronger than her, and insisting that she should be leagues mightier than she currently was would only serve to humiliate herself even further. Ugh... Furthermore, unlike that battle maniac Mokou, Remilia wasn't fond of challenging people purely for the joy of fighting, Reminds me too much of Meiling...

That aside, she still possessed something that only Sanae could inferiorly emulate. Clearing her throat for effect, Remilia casually hovered up to the merchant, then elegantly posed herself as if she was sitting on an invisible throne, crossing one leg over the other as she did, "Come now, ladies and gentlemen, are we so quick to resort to primitive gasconading?" The youkai chuckled, "Nevertheless, even if you insist on coming to blows to crudely prove who's the mightiest, fret not, for I am a healer. Whatever that may ail you: bruises, bleeds, burns, and all ailments of mundane or magical nature, my gifts shall ameliorate them... for a cost."

Remilia deliberately paused for effect, but then locked her narrowed eyes and smirking lips at the merchant, "However, I may be inclined to waive the fee in exchange for transport services for myself and my companions. Should you need proof, simply ask any of the good folks here and they shall inform you of my exploits~"
In SPIRITUM → 4 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Petrified Forest - Crash Site--

Charged up and aimed at the less-armored joint, this particular shot was designed to harm, not distract, and her gambit paid off as the energized beam tore through the warbot's knee, immobilizing it. This effectively eliminated any risk of meaningful retaliation from the machine as Kalina swooped upon it once more, her weapon slipping through its plates to reach the critical systems within, disabling it. Meanwhile, nearby, Morden and Silje's combo of magical might and mighty magic succeeded at nuking the other robot into nothing more than smoldering slags. Thus, the squad had neutralized their assailants...

...only for more of them to stir awake, reactivating like some kind of mechanical zombies. In hindsight, it was to be expected as it'd be far-fetched for merely two or three warbots to overpower the royal entourage. Whoever commandeered these things truly wanted the princess dead. Indeed, two mechs might arguably be not difficult at all, but a dozen? The risk of engaging them rose from 'manageable' to 'suicidal'.

"Yes, she did." Valerie nonchalantly responded to Gerard's rhetorical question, turning around the moment he earthbended an opaque plume of ash and dust to separate the squad and the bots, "What he said, squad, retreat and regroup at the parking location." The WARDEN commanded as her legs began moving, sprinting as swiftly as she could back to where they came from. As she did, she kept her weapon drawn, aegis active, and venous-esque power flowing, just in case.
In Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies → 4 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Nagano Prefeceture - Abandoned Mansion's Courtyard--

Stunned and disoriented, the anomaly was effectively incapacitated. A veritable sitting duck, while it would eventually recover by itself given time, it'd take but one more attack to truly finish the creature off. Fortunately, Agent Yakumo was quick to respond, using her Euclid-defying ability to send the fleshweaver back to the mansion's courtyard via a portal.

"...-so then I was like-... oh?" Agent Kawahara was just casually chatting with Agent Otsuka to pass the time when a familiar dark purple portal spawned near the two agents as a blob of alien flesh immediately plopped out of it, said portal vanishing immediately after, "Hey there, Tera~" It was a bit difficult to visually gauge its condition, what's with the lack of facial expression and visible wounds, but the flesh lump's lack of response might indicate its less than ideal condition. Well, guess there's a reason why Sakura pulled it off the battlefield.

With A-188 safely evacuated, now twas' up to the Anomaly's friends to contain the other - more malicious - anomaly.
In Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV) → 9 days ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@FatPrincess Have you decided on the concept you wanna run? :)
In Final Fantasy: Lightseekers → 11 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Osprey - Kugane--

Eve was content just being a passive - yet keen - observer of the party's proceedings with their host. Right now, she was perfectly in her element; out of sight, out of mind, her preferred position to be in whether in or out of combat. However, now that she was travelling with a certain someone who was specifically trained to notice the unnoticed and reveal the hidden, maintaining said preference would be substantially harder than before.

As if to prove that sentiment, the Pseudolon found that certain someone suddenly occupying the spot between Robin and herself. The SEED Agent didn't seem to approve Robin's change of demeanor, encouraging her to relight her sparkling spunk, but in doing so, he somehow found it apt to involve Eve as well. "...?" The hooded black mage barely turned her head, but she just managed to descry Esben's gesture. Still, what did he mean by that? She could see Robin emulating her to be less ostentatiously flamboyant to be useful, but the other way around? Not so much... really.

I'd already be dead several times over if that was the case... However, she didn't feel like entertaining the topic right now, there were other things demanding her attention, such as the discussion to decide their next move.

After the Skaeller Gunbreaker and Edrenian Vagrant introduced themselves, the Ospreyan Samurai saw it fit to retell the confession she gave back at Atsu, but this time within earshot of the whole party. The faux eidolon already knew that and still... hearing Izayoi's painful past again stoked the embers of vengeful fury within her ether-charged chest, how could she not? Especially since they both lost their family to Valheim's cruelty.

As such, when Cyradil's servant - the male Mystrel, not the female Viera - arrived to bring grave news, it didn't take much at all for Eve to make her decision. Even before Izayoi finished elaborating her history with Lord Hien, the draconic chimera already knew what she must do: prevent the old warrioress from losing yet another confidant to Valheim... and in doing so, she got to exterminate more of those tyrants too.

With her mind set, even if Rudolf changed his mind and regardless of Esben's muses advocating rational caution, unconcerned with any of those, Eve would gaze straight at Izayoi, locking their eyes, and at that moment, the dark-haired Mystrel would see a pair of dimly-glowing slitted blood-red pupils underneath the horned mage's hood, exuding sheer bloodlust that could only be sated by massacring Valheimrs. For the briefest of seconds, that moment back in Atsu was relived.

Not a word was said, yet that gesture alone already did far more than mere words could.
In From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting) → 12 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Aventon - Village--

Considering how far Remilia had fallen from splendor, she'd have required multiple nights at least to fully regenerate her arm, an agonizingly arduous process compared to the literal seconds she could once accomplish. However, it didn't mean the Scarlet Devil couldn't do something to compensate as in the end, she was still a vampire and disregarding such things as pleasure and novelty, blood was the be all end all sustenance for her kin. Theoretically, if someone could provide her with enough blood, she could hasten her healing process to perhaps a few hours, but she'd require it in abundance, to the point where she'd actually endanger the life of whoever she chose to feed on.

Fortunately, a certain someone could shrug off the perils of death as if it was nothing but a slap on the wrist. Thus, due to the Hourai Immortal's... well, immortality, the Gensokyoan known as Fujiwara no Mokou became Remilia's chosen donor. Conveniently, aside from a half-hearted reluctance, the white-haired pyromancer didn't really care to stop the vampiress.

Let's just say what transpired that night at a secluded corner of the village was best kept between the two of them...

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Thanks to Mokou's sanguineous sacrifice, Remilia could immediately return to being useful the very next day, helping around the village, mainly as a healer since she was the only one amongst Lavielle's 'Champions' who could do so most effectively. It was an honest, altruistic job that made the lilac-haired lady feel all kinds of warm emotions, the thanks and praises she received were certainly welcomed, twas' only fitting for her deeds to be recognized. The Scarlet Devil might be many things, but let it never be said that she was callous.

During this time, she got to know a curious new arrival, a taciturn salmon-haired girl called 'Fran', Fran as in Frankenstein's Monster from a literature work of the Outside World, though at this point, Remilia was confident that Fran didn't come from her universe's Outside World, neither did Joker. Really, anyone that wasn't her fellow Gensokyoans all hailed from different worlds. As for Fran herself, she was a part-flesh part-machine entity, similar to Lewa... except the other way around in terms of ratio; Fran had more organic parts, while Lewa possessed more mechanical parts, although her opinion should be taken with a grain of salt. Regardless, they all had the same predicament, one thrusted upon them by that pesky goddess.

Eventually, the trade caravan that the villagers had been anticipating finally arrived, allowing them to trade what they had harvested from the humongous boars and centipedes for much-needed supplies, materials, and rations.

For her part, Remilia casually strolled over to one of the wagons, driven by curiosity more than anything else. She'd roam her blood-red eyes over the merchant's goods, see if there was a trinket or two that'd strike her fancy, but if not, the very act of window shopping itself was quite enjoyable.

In Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies → 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Nagano Prefecture - Abandoned Mansion--

The plan was perfectly calculated, but man, was the anomaly bad at math. Alas, no one was perfect, not even interdimensional eldritch creatures; Tera possessed unparalleled mastery over genetics and biology, but unfortunately explosives wasn't covered in either. The centipede's rolling kamikaze attack blew up in its face, quite literally. The anomaly had overestimated how long those fuses would last and thus, the primitive bombs went off far sooner to do any meaningful damage to the samurai.

As consequences for its blunder, Teratoma alone received the full brunt of multiple explosives point-blank, and unlike those musket bullets and cannonballs, good ol' explosions could effectively wound the shapeshifting anomaly, not as much as incendiary weapons, but with sufficient power, they practically bore similar results. Red alien flesh splattered everywhere as the shockwave erupted outward. In a matter of milliseconds, the Ōmukade was there and then not, its youkai form destroyed...

...leaving only a mostly-intact blob made of the same flesh, though its size was a far cry from before, being no larger than a black bear at most. It seemed rather inert as well, showing that Teratoma was effectively in a daze, the equivalent of a human who had just suffered a flashbang going off on their face. Hopefully, its comrades would be able to finish off the samurai and the onna-bushi without it.
In Final Fantasy: Lightseekers → 14 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--Osprey - Kugane--

In the morning, the party departed and a day's journey later, they soon arrived before the main gates of Kugane, a once-mighty city that had seen better days. Though the capital was left in a better state than the countryside, Eve had the feeling that most of the residents here would prefer suffering worse damage if it meant Valheim could be sent scampering back to the ocean. Alas, as it stood, the invaders' "mercy" at leaving the city quite intact was a worse insult to Ospreyan pride than anything else.

As the party's wagon closed the distance with the checkpoint inspectors, Eve fixed her hood and coat, making sure they covered her well and then tucked herself at the darkest corner of the wagon, all she could do now was stay still and hope for the best.

Fortunately, Chisaki kept her promise and none of her comrades fucked up - concerning Robin for the most part really - as the guards bought the Shinobi's story and forged documents. Perhaps being a ragtag bunch of misfits had its perks, adventurers and mercenaries would be the usual excuse considering they were armed, but if traveling performers also worked just fine, then she wouldn't look at the gift horse in the mouth.

Their pass granted, the group plus their guide continued onward until the wagon parked before a seemingly humble home. Eve made no fuss as she disembarked, though she did take a pause at the request of removing her footwear, until she remembered that she wore socks for this reason, among others. As Chisaki led the party to her mistress, the comely Elven bard Ciradyl Ianthyra, the hooded black mage kept to the back, deliberately blending among the less-famous members of the party as she took a seat with them upon Cyradil's behest.

It was immediately obvious that Izayoi and this Cyradil were old friends, and Eve certainly didn't have even a fleeting desire to intrude upon their reunion. In fact, it seemed like Galahad, Rudolf, and the others had this socialization part well taken care of, combined with the fact that she didn't have anything relevant to say to their host - at least for now - being a silent observer was the preferred course of action.
In Final Fantasy: Lightseekers → 15 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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