Izurich

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

--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.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--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.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Eve “Grayscale”

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Arton lit up a little as she thanked him and took the cup of tea into her hands “You’re welcome!” He replied as he took a seat across from the Pseudolon, the chair groaning from the weight of the swordsman. There was a heaviness in his otherwise bright, blue eyes that conflicted with the smile he eagerly bore ”I’m glad to hear it. I’d be mortified if I gave you a reason to dislike me already.” Once more he chuckled as he picked up the tea cup for another sip and gingerly took a sip.

That’s when he noticed Eve looking at him…though ‘examining’ was perhaps a better word. He didn’t really mind since he always believed eye contact was important during a conversation…at least when you were talking. A faint blush flashed on his cheeks as she quickly shifted her attention, trying to hide the fact he had noticed.

Luckily the conversation kicked up again ”That’s right! We’ll push them all out!” He passionately said standing up with the tea in his hand, a small amount spilling over the edge. Embarrassment took hold of him as he sat back down, taking a rag hanging on his belt to clean the tea “Sorry.”

His misery was quickly thrown away by Eve’s question, a look of hesitation in his eyes. It was not exactly a secret he intentionally kept but not something he advertised either. Arton found it was easier to tell the truth regarding his homeland when asked because lying had brought more attention in the past ”It has a different kind of beauty. I grew up in the countryside of Skael where my father taught me smithing and how to survive. Nothing was quite as beautiful waking up early in the morning with fresh snow on the ground, the icy wind howling before the warmth of the forge overtook it….Sorry, I’m starting to ramble.” He anxiously rubbing the back of his neck as he sat back into the chair.

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Upon Arton's passionate agreement, Eve couldn't help but curl a rather eager smile. She might not have expressed her enthusiasm as outwardly as he did, but it was there nonetheless, in spades even. In fact, the white-haired black mage was more partial to exterminating the tyrants rather than simply pushing them out, after all, one solution had more... permanence than the other. Ibrosians shall not suffer the Valheimrs to live. However, it might be a case of pedantism as Arton had no qualms with lethally incapacitating those soldiers back in Atsu.

The sword-wielding Sollan's immediate reaction to the topic of his homeland instilled a burgeoning sense of camaraderie in Eve; it appeared that he wasn't fond of Skael, just like herself with Valheim, but why? "..." The draconic chimera felt a bit guilty at bringing the matter up, not to mention hypocritical, but... if these people were going to be her comrades for Valheim's downfall, then maybe it's fine, besides, she had already intruded upon Izayoi's past, what's one more? "No, don't be, please, go on."

And in exchange... "And should you wish to ask about mine, I won't mind." After all, twas' only fair.

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It was comforting to see the previously stoic dragoness crack a smile and through it he could feel their bond strengthening. Arton, however, was forced to be thinking several steps ahead if they were going to keep talking about their past. His twisted history that he’d developed over the years wouldn’t hold up with more permanent companions. He would just need to hide behind the truth “Alright, well I guess I can share a bit more…” Arton said with some reservation.

”My father was pretty strict with me…heh, I’m not sure he expected to have to look after a child at all. I might have hated him if I wasn’t even harder on myself. He trained me how to fight and survive out in the wilds on my own.” He sat back with a fond smile “There was a time he left me in the middle of the woods with nothing but a sharp knife. I think it was days before I made it back home.” There was no resentment in the retelling of this story.

Arton leaned forwards again, crossing his arms and resting them onto the table as he looked directly into Eve’s eyes ”Do you…um, remember anything before Valheim did this to you?”

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As Eve listened to Arton sharing more of his past, she couldn't help but feel a little... envious. Whereas most others would think that the swordsman's father was being an abusive neglectful prick, treating his own child as if expecting he could survive through anything, all the chimera could see was how free Arton was, he could venture outside whenever he wanted, in fact, he was encouraged to do so. The sheer contrast made Eve pause as she turned her gaze down at her own reflection on the tea cup.

Unlike the Skaeller, Eve didn't step on fresh soil or even see the sun until after that fateful day, hell, for most of her time in that accursed facility, she was in either her secured cell, experimentation chambers, or most abhorred of all, a stasis pod whenever those heartless bastards didn't even allow her to be conscious.

"..." The white-haired girl became eerily silent for a moment, entranced by her own past, up until Arton broke them as he reestablished eye contact, "Ah, well..." It was a bit difficult to explain, but fortunately, this wasn't her first time sharing the unusual circumstances of her past, "No, less due to a fault in my memory and more so the fact that I didn't exist before." She chuckled dryly, "I was made, not born, Valheim wanted a living weapon of mass destruction, and they figured mutating a fetus with Bahamut's essence was the way to go about it." Eve murmured, "...well, they succeeded, but the only thing I'll destroy is my own creator, both for making me and murdering the only person in that goddessforsaken facility who ever cared about me." She said through clenched teeth, but there was righteous ambition in her words amidst all the vengeful hatred, "Can I count on you to stand by my side as we rid the world of both Valheim and the Blight, Arton?"

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Arton tilted his head in confusion at her remark about not existing beforehand, his eyes widening as she began to explain. His face remained stoic as he listened but his fingers were gradually digging into the wood of the table. She didn’t have to elaborate further for him to understand that her creators were unlikely to be nurturing parents. Arton never once took his eyes off Eve as she talked, wanting to let her know his full attention was on her.

”For as long as Valheim and the Blight remain a threat, I’ll be right beside you. I promise.” He spoke without hesitation but was sincere with his words. It was a commitment some might need time to consider but for Arton there was no need. Whatever danger or obstacle came their way, Arton would make sure to shield Eve from the worst of it. Long ago he made a similar promise to protect Furi from all evil, but this time only death would prevent him from fulfilling it.

He began tapping on the table, still wrapping his head around the fact Eve had been grown in a lab ”Ya know, I’m happy Valheim created you.” Arton shifted awkwardly in his chair, not sure if what he just said was the wrong thing to say ”Now that we got a chance to talk…I couldn’t imagine never meeting you.” He quickly lifted his tea cup and took a long sip before he could say anything else strange. Despite their differences, Arton felt a sense of camaraderie he had yet to fully experience with the rest of the party. Izayoi and Galahad were more like mentors, he had avoided Eliane for most of the trip, and the other newcomers he had yet to get to know.

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Eve's brows sharpened while her lips curled an approving smirk as Arton made his declaration. His vow was very welcomed, she had traveled with all manner of adventurers over the years since she escaped captivity, but none really had any aspirations of ending the two global threats, which she understood why, toppling a mighty empire or neutralizing a pandemic was beyond the scope of most. Fortunately, finally, after all these years, she found like-minded comrades brave - or foolish - enough to embark upon this suicide mission. Indeed, the only way this journey would end is by them succeeding or die trying.

Though her expression shifted into a difficult smile when the swordsman admits being happy at her being made. Eve saw her own existence as a mistake, an abomination that shouldn't have ever manifested, the result of the pure hubris of people wondering only whether they could, yet never whether they should. "Perhaps, we could've met under different circumstances, with me being a fellow Sollan instead of... whatever I currently am."

However, the events of the past had led to this moment, it had already happened, she should focus on the future instead of what could've been, together, with everyone, "Likewise, Arton." With that, Eve too raised the cup to her lips, enjoying the beverage.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Village--

"..." Well, yes, was it wrong to demand a white mage to heal? Esben could say the silliest of things sometimes, but she figured he was doing it purely to garner some kind of reaction, maybe a part of his SEED training, play the facade of a jester so others would underestimate him, a rather ingenious skill if she could say so herself.

"Hmm." The black mage was all earholes as the Garden operative started elaborating his take on the matter. He brought up very fair points, even if he could infiltrate the occupied capital with little to no issues, the same couldn't be said for the rest of the party, not to mention the time constraints. Eve frowned subtly, trying to come up with something to justify avoiding the rabbit-eared kunoichi, but she came up short. With a silent sigh, she resigned to let the more diplomatic folks handle the negotiations, a rather peculiar one since it’d involve former mortal enemies working with each other...

With nothing else to be said, she followed along with her comrades and their newfound ally(?) to the nearby inn.
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--Village - Inn--

While Izayoi was handling their accommodation administration, Eve decided to simply pick one of the vacant table seats and sat there nicely, blending into the shadows with her hood up like some kind of shady figure at a tavern's corner, well, quite less intimidating than that due to her lack of stature. Really, right now silence was golden considering the tension in the air...

Tension that had no room for shenanigans, but it seemed one of them didn't get that message. The artificial eidolon could only watch with unamused half-closed eyes as the aspiring hero Robin performed his flamboyant introductions. It was rather painful to watch and Eve had to try her best to silence the exasperated groan stewing in her throat. Fortunately, nothing fatal came of it, the Viera didn't lash out and Izayoi wouldn't have to cut down her fellow countrywoman. Miina lacks confidence, while Robin has too much of it. Truly, moderation is key...

While Esben and Eliane were doing their Garden thing with Chisaki and Rudolf giving a lecture to the overenthusiastic hero, the Pseudolon found herself approached by the third and last of the party's Skaellan roster, carrying two cups of tea with him. At first, she assumed he was the type to really love tea so one portion wouldn't be enough, but then he made it clear that said second cup was for her instead. "..." Her red eyes stared down at the filled container, wondering if he should just give it to someone who actually needed it, but then she remembered that people drink tea mainly for pleasure and recreation. Therefore, no issues.

"Thank you." Eve replied tersely, but there was no hint of hostility in her voice, she was simply a person of few words. The horned girl proceeded to wrap her fingers around the cup's ear while lightly brushing the opposite side with her other hand, letting the beverage stew for now. "This journey has been nothing but full of surprises, some pleasant, some less so, I suppose this is one of the former."

Eve turned her gaze toward the Sollan, realizing that they couldn't be more different. He was dark-haired, blue-eyed, tanned, tall, athletic, and skilled in the arts of the martial and physical, while she was light-haired, red-eyed, pale, diminutive, scrawny, and proficient in the arcane instead. Technically, they were both Sollans and moments like these made Eve wonder how she’d look like had she been allowed to grow naturally as a person, not a lab rat.

"..." Her thoughts caused her to stare at Anton's face, one that was awkwardly longer than necessary, a blunder that she realized far too late as she momentarily diverted her gaze back to her cup, taking a sip of the vanilla milk tea to mask her anxiety, the warmth and taste worked wonders at doing so.

"I see," She curled a small, difficult smile at Arton's confession, if only they were all here for a vacation... "Yes, it's a pretty country, and we're here to restore things to how they're supposed to be, it'll be even more beautiful by then." A tinge of burning ambition momentarily flashed on her visage as she recalled the two main culprits of the world's woes.

Speaking of, she was curious what part of the world Arton hailed from, aside from herself, the swordsman might just be the most secretive about his homeland, however, she came from Valheim, there were plenty of reasons to be ashamed, but what about him? She was... curious.

"What about your homeland? Is it as beautiful as Osprey?"

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

--Aventon Deep Forest--

Considering how wounded the gigantic arthropod was, the haemomantic javelin was more likely to hit than not, but it’s still just a possibility regardless, however, Joker's hex exponentially raised the odds, practically making the outcome a near-absolute certainty. What came next was but a glimpse of the Scarlet Devil's undiluted power, but it already possessed enough force to blast the creature through several - Lewa forgive her - trees and pinning it headfirst against the ground. It wouldn't be slithering again anytime soon... or ever really.

"Haa... haa..." Remilia was still in a post-javelin throwing stance after everything was over, but it didn't last much longer before she lost every bit of strength in her body as she unwittingly let gravity embrace her, her wings failing as the one-armed vampiress flopped unceremoniously into the forest grass, her once-furious eyes reduced to an empty half-open dull stare.

Her missing left arm and shoulder were no longer bleeding out, her healing factor - impaired as it was - could still accomplish that much, but whereas she could simply regrow a limb or two in a matter of seconds, now it'd take a few days at best, though that was assuming no external factors were involved. She could hasten the process by being provided sustenance; succulent, fresh blood, a lot of it, and though Sanae was the first “donor” coming to her mind, the arrival of the white-haired Hourai Immortal provided a more 'humane' way of going about it.

"..." But that was a matter for later as right as at this very moment, Lady Remilia wanted nothing else but some rest...

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SPIRITUM

--Petrified Forest - Crash Site--

She didn't know what's worse, an engagement amidst volatile vapors or an urban site full of civvies, on one hand, they wouldn't have to worry about civilian casualties but the mist pockets posed more a danger to the WARDENs themselves than any civilian could, on the other, the war had already claimed enough lives as it was, wouldn't adding more to the tally defeat the very purpose of their duty?

Yeah, the latter's probably worse. Still, being the lesser of two evils didn't make the situation any easier. One wrong move and they could turn this crater into a gaping abyss along with everyone in it, including...

Tch... why now of all times? ...the princess, yeah, no offense against Justice but Valerie could appreciate being blissfully ignorant for a bit longer, until the mechs were dismantled at least. With the knowledge of a political VVIP being in the danger zone, the stakes were raised a few notches, if they screwed up here, they could very well sabotage Rassvet's chance at acquiring an invaluable bargaining chip, "Copy that, Justice." She responded via their telepathic intercom, "Understood, we'll make an attempt at neutralizing the mechanoid threat, if that fails, we'll withdraw."

Now onto the matter at hand, with Morden and Silje handling the other bot, Valerie noticed that her shots were quite effective, no, not at penetrating the sturdiest parts of the mech's armor, she already suspected those smaller projectiles wouldn't be effective against these walking panzers, instead, they managed to divert its attention to her, good. The opening she bought allowed Kalina to use her gunblade to penetrate its armor and actually damage it, but it wasn't down for the count yet as it retaliated by tossing the taller white-haired WARDEN away. Fortunately, Gerard was there with his makeshift projectiles to redirect the machine's attention to his (and Valerie's) direction.

"..." Then, recognizing what Gerard wanted Kalina to do using his telekinetic boost, Valerie renewed her grip on Haylel as she braced the mist-powered weapon against herself, its sights carefully aimed at the mech's right knee joint. At the same time, the indigo veins - both on the weapon and its wielder - intensified as the horned WARDEN began charging up. The glowing, rotating part of Haylel’s barrel spun faster, chokeful of mist...

Then she pulled the trigger.

A sound that could only be described as a release of concentrated plasma erupted through the air as a densely potent indigo beam shot out of Haylel. Unlike Valerie's previous projectiles, this particular one was larger and longer, crackling with purple sparks and leaving behind a comet-like trail. It was only thanks to Valerie's Citadel-forged body and empowered Aegis that she could endure the recoil. A common infantryman - if they could even effectively lift the weapon in the first place - would find themselves flat on their back, torso bruised and ribs cracked.

If everything went according to plan, the shot would rip through the mech's knee, but dissipate harmlessly on the ground behind it. Now she could only hope that her eyes didn't fail her aim.

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

--Aventon - Deep Forest--

The Vampiric Mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion had always been susceptible to the lulls of boredom, however, it wasn't so much as a consequence of having a long life. After all, plenty of other notable figures in Gensokyo had already existed centuries before her, no, it was more due to who she was as a person. Excitement and thrills, she craved those as much as she loved a good glass of 'wine', however, even she had her limits. A masochist might love pain, but beyond a certain point, it'd devolve from paraphilic pleasure to simply suffering.

And right now, she wasn't enjoying herself at all, it was a life or death situation where the latter was a distinct possibility. Thrill was available in spades here, except not the fun kind.

"!!!" The amputated Scarlet Devil continued to savagely attack her arthropod opponent, becoming as much of a beast as the creature itself. Her eyes were stuck widely unblinking as her one remaining arm repeatedly stuck the lethal end of Gungnir into insectoid flesh while her wings did their best to maneuver the vampiress to avoid further mutilation. Remilia was so focused on her vengeful rage that she didn't notice Joker's arrival until he deflected the centipede's bite with a timely dagger strike.

"..." For a brief moment, her visage - still as murderous as before - slightly turned toward the Summoner and his Astral Projection, "ASSIST ME IN SLAYING THIS ACCURSED VERMIN AND I SHALL REWARD YOU GREATLY, HUMAN!" The bloodfeeding youkai roared, not caring in the slightest at her lack of decorum, it was the thought that counts.

With Joker and Arsene being here to occupy the centipede's attention, Remilia decided it was time to end this charade once and for all. She rose into the air by a few meters, then raised gungnir high, preparing it as if it was a javelin. "IN THE NAME OF HOUSE SCARLET! I, REMILIA, SHALL DELIVER THEE UNTO DEATH!!" With that solemn vow, Remilia poured as much of her blood magic as she could into the magical spear, scarlet mist spilling from her body into it, causing it to crackle and throb with swirls of scarlet energy.

"PERISH!!"

In the next moment, The air itself seemed to be sucked into the spear as an eerie silence fell for a fragile second or two... before a sonic boom violently erupted as Remilia released Gungnir forward, the spear trailing crimson as it blitzed straight to the centipede's mandibled mug!

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Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

I'll give my vote to Crucible and Hack!

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

@Izurich

Oh of course! My bad, I meant to put it there anyway!!!

@FatPrincess

Okay! I'll repost my response there too.

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

I'll give my vote to Crucible and Hack!

Also, since you tagged the thread with Casual, may I suggest you reposting this to the Casual Interest Check section? It's the most popular section of this website, you'll get significantly more exposure there, might as well since your intention is to create a Casual RP.