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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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BUT ALSO i wanted to know how the other ppl playing in the rp felt abt her powers. mainly i didn't want her powers to be like idk forcing things on other players, theyre meant to involve both characters an equal amount yk. i just want to make sure the character is fun to play with so if u guys have anything to add on this front pls lmk so i can get to thinking^^ idrc abt anything else besides that, shes p much a blank canvas rn so ill change her however i need to, even if that means just trying another idea entirely @Izurich @shylarah


FYI, tagging doesn't work properly when edited in, the recipient won't get any notifications. I know, it's annoying.

As for the topic, the main thing to be concerned about is Iava's... sanity if she connects with Erzsebet. Unless she's particularly (Read: extremely) mentally resilient, one better not peek into the bloody abyss that is Liz's mind. It can certainly be a fun character dynamic tho!

--Desert - Camp--

Reunited with their transport and supplies plus considering how spent most of the party were, the decision to make camp was pretty much unanimously supported.

As usual since the beginning of their foray into the harsh dunes, Eve pretty much relegated herself to provide overwatch for the party, being one of the few squadmates still relatively fresh and also the only one not needing regular intakes of food, water, nor sleep, it was the most pragmatically sound decision. All she needed was a potion of liquefied ether in one hand and she was good to go at it until whenever they were ready to depart.

Still, she could lend an earhole when Izayoi deemed it appropriate to finally share her history with the man whose body became the Revenant.

"..." The Pseudolon listened to the recollection from start to finish, her first immediate reaction was having the urge to call the Master as foolish for throwing his life away like that, but then... Eve realized that for years now, she had sought to end her own twisted existence, preferably in battle, just like... him. "..." It was only recently, after her comrades and Cid, that she began to reconsider, that there was more to life than just being a weapon.

After all, wasn't this why her mother sacrificed herself...?

I'm sorry, mama...

--Kugane - Safehouse--

Back at Osprey's capital, Eve attended the meeting along with everyone else. It seemed more like a debriefing than anything else, Hien even already knew what'd be their next move. For now, the team deserved some rest after the voyage, might as well considering he'd take a day or two to make his correspondence.

Fair enough, rest they would.

Meanwhile...

"DAMN THAT ROTTING, WALKING CORPSE!" One Director Hojo screamed into a holographic display as he pounded his fist onto the poor armrest of his seat, "That was close, too close, you big, mindless oaf! I knew that project was a mistake, toying with cadavers, pfah!"

Beside him, another - lower-ranking - scientist couldn't help but get curious. The display was showing an airship recording of what appeared to be Project Revenant engaged with Team Kirin, the people responsible for Hien's escape and Proudclad's destruction, the one with the rogue Project Grayscale. "Uh, Director, if I may speak frankly... why do you seem upset that our side holds the advantage?"

Hojo abruptly turned his wrinkled visage at the younger researcher, incredulity palpable in his gaze, "No, no, no, you don't understand, you don't understand at all! The point is to let Grayscale grow, blossom into the Dragon Queen she's destined to be!" He ranted, "That so-called 'Project Revenant' is an evolutionary dead end, it's nothing but recycled pieces of crap; it can not grow, it can not evolve, it's stuck as it is, worse, it'll eventually decay! Such is the pointlessness of dabbling with undeath!"

The Valheimr youth gulped, both awed and intimidated by the senior scientist's... passion, "W-well, be that as it may, Director... Grayscale has proven beyond any shadow of a doubt that she's our enemy now, look at what she did to Proudcla-"

"Foolish boy!" Only for Hojo to firmly interrupt him, "Sacrifices are necessary for progress, and can't you see? Precious... precious Grayscale is mine, she has always been mine, she has never not be mine!" He chuckled, narrowing his eyes in such an unnerving manner, it sent chills down the assistant's spine.

"She just doesn't know it yet..."
Unfortunately, I have to tell you that the blood mage is more of a ranged multirole rather than a damage specialist. 😏

And I believe @AliceInRedHeels is also cooking up a sheet as we speak, hopefully they have decided between the two ideas.

And this is also a not-so-subtle way of bumping the thread
Oh yeah, I was wondering myself why it wasn't a thing since the beginning, considering the main conflict revolves around the civil war.
If Nyx transformed from Laurent Rhinecliff to Asteria Skybound, but forgot about changing the vocal cords too:


--Athroyeaux Castle - Throne Room--


By the express permission from the Spectre King himself, a tear in space-time formed at the centre of the throne-hosting hall before it took the shape of a glowing archway, one that connected this place to somewhere else far away. The portal heralded the arrival of one Melisande Tearmoon, even though the young chronomancer was supposedly in her workshop at Hathforth, miles upon miles away to the south of Ravenfell. Yet, here she was, the Lilim herself, in the... flesh.

However, to those gifted with the proper supernatural senses, they'd be able to notice the palpable, almost opaque, shadow oozing off the young girl. The presence she carried wasn't the mystical whims of the Feywilds, instead the foreboding twilight of the Shade.

How adorable...

Kronos couldn't help but allow the subtlest of smirk to curl at the corner of the Simulacrum's lips as the Dimension Door closed behind it. These... pale imitations of Shadekin, former mortals seeking to become something they're not, look at what they must do to mimic but a fraction of the Shadeborne's timeless existence.

Chuckling mentally, the Dremora of Time stepped forward toward the obsidian throne where the Ghost-King sat waiting. As it did, the already dim ambience of the hall seemed to darken even more. Indeed, that was probably due to the candles set by the throne inexplicably snuffing out, as if invisible umbral hands robbed them of their warmth. By the time 'Melisande' arrived before the sovereign of Ravenfell, there was no more red light to reflect off his vambraces.

"Your Majesty King Lamont DuFairre of Ravenfell, I am Melisande of the Tearmoon Coven, here as invited by your subject." Melisande's visage smiled politely as she gave a curtsy, though the umbral being puppeteering the simulacrum was grinning from ear-to-ear. It toyed with the idea that Lamont knew that it knew that he could sense the Dremora's presence, but regardless, the masquerade must be maintained.

Perhaps there's indeed fun to be had in the mortal world... Perhaps, its kin's obsession with the material plane had merits after all...

@Estylwen
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The post looks great! Will Kronos be headed toward the Ravenfell castle?

Sure! That sounds good to me. Feel free to write out an intro and PM it to me!


Oh, I didn't even think of that, a Dremora mingling amongst 'inferior shadowy immortals' exuding an aura of "look at what they must do to mimic a fraction of my power" sounds splendid. I'll add that part into either my last post or just make a new one.

Okay, the usual then.

--Osprey - Holy Grounds--

"..." Cid's response swiftly reminded Eve of her talk with Galahad in the safehouse after Hien's rescue. Multiple times now, her comrades had mentioned that she was not the monster, her creators were, yet... the fact remained that she was a thing that should've never existed. However, if even the Chosen of Etro himself deemed that she wasn't an abomination, that her existence wasn't a crime against nature, then maybe Galahad and the others had a point...

This was definitely something she should contemplate further, to reject the belief she had called true for years, it wouldn't be a small matter, just as difficult as asking the Dragonslayer to see wyrms as innocent animals instead of destructive monsters.

She'd stew on this later, but for now, they had a sage's wisdom to listen to.

"I see..." So the Revenant wasn't a Pseudolon after all, yet the alternative wasn't any better, instead of a Faux Odin, they had an Undead Ravager instead, equally dangerous and wrong. They had created something that should've never came to be, an abomination no matter their 'nature'. The solution was all the same, extermination.

Afterwards, the matter returned to Valheim's misbegotten ambitions to subjugate the power of the gods. Not satisfied with the desecrating Etro's crystal and the Primals' essence, they sought to spread their corruption to the elemental crystals as well, in fact, they had, partially at least. The Fire Crystal had fallen into their hands... and if the Kirins do nothing, soon, all three would follow suit and the world as they know it would end. Eve fully believed that Valheim couldn't see the certain doom at the end of their ambitions, they'd destroy the world first before acknowledging the price of their arrogance.

"We will. On our lives we swear it." The Pseudolon nodded with all the conviction she could muster, and she hoped each and every single member here shared said conviction. After all, what'd be the point of exacting vengeance, proving oneself, finding redemption, fulfilling one's mission, or finding one's lost loved ones in the face of the apocalypse? No, they'd do this or die trying.

Eve was looking forward to Cid's answers to Galahad's inquiries, see if Osprey could be saved, but then the reanimated corpse of Izayoi's former master returned...

"TCH!!" The black mage gritted her teeth, arcane aura already brimming from her petite frame as she prepared for their second encounter with the Revenant. "...?!" Though her focus was momentarily disrupted by the arrival of none other than the Lord of Hellfire himself...

"Ah...." How majestic, how terrible, all in equal measure, a True Eidolon...

Eve's breaths paused as she took in each and every detail of Ifrit's form, he might not be Bahamut, but even still, his kind were the very beings she and her 'siblings' were emulated after. Witnessing the Primal's glory with her own two eyes, deep in her heart, Eve could understand why Valheim sought to have such power for themselves.

By the time she came to be, Cid's teleportation circle had activated, sending all of the Kirins back to the surface, far away from the sacred temple, vertically and horizontally.

"..." Bahamut's artificial scion looked on toward the horizon, at the ruined village, silently praying that Etro would give Cid and Ifrit the strength to purge the Revenant from existence.

Sighing silently, she turned back toward the party, her comrades.

"That thing is no longer your master, Izayoi, merely a soulless meat-puppet created from using his body," Eve uttered bluntly, relaying the cold hard facts to the Mystrel Samurai, "His soul has long since passed on, now all can we do is destroy it before it claims even more lives that it already had."

Though her frame was much too petite to offer a shoulder to anyone except Miina (and maybe Robin), Eve could do something else to contribute instead, "I'll find and guide them back here." The Pseudolon nodded before she took off her hooded cloak then partially transformed, spawning and spreading her draconic wings to ascend and gain a bird's eye view over the landscape.

Once she had spotted Goug, their chocobos, and cart, she'd soar over to them to guide them back to the party's location. The divines know they could really use a ride or two right now.

--Hillside Hamlet - Town Hall--


Hmmm... how vexing, it seemed everyone here somehow discerned that this peasant girl was peculiar in one way or another, even someone who lacked mastery over the arcane like Anne. In fact, Anne had the most pronounced reactions of them all. Was there really something she missed? The youkai wondered. Perhaps everything would be revealed once she got around to divining the girl's blood, whenever it'd be.

"Oh, various. Type, health conditions, any mundane or arcane impurities, those things." Remilia shrugged. It was no different than a blood test in Eirin's clinic really, maybe even better.

The possibility of the blonde being an Otherworlder like them was there, but she just didn't stand out enough for Remilia, unlike Gwen and Maokai. Well, like she mentioned, if they wanted to bring her along, she wouldn't stop them.

For her part, Remilia made sure that each villager in the hall had the treatments they needed before departing once more with the caravan.

--Aventon - On the Road--


During the several days since they departed from the hillside hamlet, the Scarlet Devil had sampled the gloomy girl's blood, then found out that she wasn't human, or at least, not 'human' in the Gensokyoan sense, also that she wasn't sick, so whatever's ailing her was probably mental as they had suspected, and... well, that was pretty much it. Without the girl's cooperation, it was quite difficult to gather more information about her.

Though speaking of gathering information, the promised land was within the horizon at last. Finally, civilization, Remilia couldn't wait to indulge in a proper warm bath, eat proper food, and enjoy services as befitting her noble station. No offense to those good villagers, but the vampiress didn't exactly belong with the unwashed masses.

With palpable joy on her pale visage, Remilia didn't even register the slight discomfort of being blanketed under the clear midday sun. Once the caravan had passed the gates, the Scarlet Devil would immediately beeline toward the castle, expecting Anne and whoever else interested in having an audience with the reigning monarch to follow her.

"And oh, Sanae, as soon as you're able, do inform Lady Suwako that we can finally meet with the sovereign of this land. If there's a place to organize a nationwide effort to settle these issues once for all, it's here." Remilia paused just long enough to tell Sanae that before continuing on her way.
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