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

--Nieve - Embassy--

@FujiwaraPhoenix @Drifting Pollen @Rezod92

Well then, now that they got everything settled in this stuffy office (that's also quite beneath her to linger in), they could move on to this... 'test' of theirs. In fact, Remilia herself was quite curious to discover the exact nature of these trials. Thus, after Bren returned from doing whatever he needed to do, the vampiress had absolutely nothing keeping her in the embassy, the ambassador himself too looked as if he couldn't stand staying here any longer either.

"Mmm..." The youkai pursed her lips, wondering just when he'd finish speaking and start walking. Though eventually he did, and Remilia - having pried herself off Fran's arms sometime during their wait - started following him, hovering above the ground at around Anne's chest level.

--Nieve - Mages' Guild--

At long last, they left the embassy and into what appeared to be a magical research facility, one that a certain librarian would fancy. Ah, so it was the Mages' Guild, that made sense. Then immediately, this establishment already proved far more interesting than the bland embassy as a veritable explosion violently reverberated through the walls. "Oh~?" Remilia quirked an eyebrow as a redheaded stranger emerged from the plume of white, "Hmmm...~" For a lady of high society such as Lady Scarlet, the young woman's meticulously-crafted and enchanted dress didn't go unnoticed, whoever this person was, she certainly was no commoner.

"Ah~ splendid~" The red-eyed youkai beamed, delighted at the notion of finally encountering someone appropriate for her presence. Without further ado, she hovered forward, then landing on the ground a few feet away from the royal with red locks, "It's my utmost pleasure to meet you, Your Highness, I am Lady Remilia of House Scarlet, here from distant lands, one of the people your ambassador spoke of." She said along with an elegant curtsy, "Now then, since it'd seem you are quite keen to conduct these examinations, shall we leave pleasantries for later and instead begin immediately?"

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Meanwhile, Rhinecliff is like: "wow, does everyone and their mother have access to cross-continental levels of teleportation these days?"

@ERode

The 'Protection Against Mental Affliction' fad is over, 'Cross-Continental Instantaneous Travel' is all the rage nowadays.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Mizutani Mansion - Interior--

She knew it, she knew and called it, really, it wouldn't take a clairvoyant, nor a seer to predict this outcome. Ciradyl the Spy-Bard, from the very beginning, her goals had aligned with the rest of Team Kirin, however, like Eve and unlike Miina, she didn't need any interrogation to take place first before the execution. Still, as Eve witnessed the scuffle, even she could see that whatever animosity Ciradyl had with Tane, it was personal. The sheer hateful rage she put into each strike, those weren't the bodily expressions of a calm and collected assassin, nay, twas' the actions of a slave who had enough and snapped...

Indeed the very thing that doomed a certain research facility.

As the Pseudolon's ruby eyes took in the sight of Rudolf desperately trying to restrain the enraged Faye, how the crime lord bled and gasped within an inch of her life, and the efforts by Galahad and Miina to salvage the situation, Eve found herself... smirking, a small barely-perceptible one, but a smirk nonetheless.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

The petite black mage blinked, her sneer replaced by a frown.

She deserves it.

Truly, anyone who couldn't see that was a fool.

But the fact remains that you relish in suffering, in death and destruction, for their own sake regardless of what pragmatic excuses you used to justify them; you are - after all - made to destroy.

No, she didn't like these thoughts, mother told her that she was so much more than what the empire wanted her to be, that she was her own person, with her own goals, aspirations, and fears.

That's not true... not true at all...

Not true? Then why do you still wish to end the hunter's life? Even after the little... pact you made?

B-... because he-...

Deserves it? There it is again. You're a smart girl, you must be, otherwise they'd not have bothered creating you, an intelligent self-operating weapon.

SILENCE!! I'm not like that!

You always have an excuse, an oh-so-logical reason for each and every single murder you've committed, but... beneath it all, be honest, Grayscale, the fact is... you feel most alive when others lay dying before you. The reaper at the eve of their demise...

... ... ...

Eve trembled and gritted her teeth, shutting her eyes and tearing her gaze away from the commotion, her lips pursed, trying to say something, anything just for this whole farce of a mission to be over, so they could leave.

"Nothing but lunacy." The Pseudolon snapped back at the gun-lugging Dame Commander, perhaps with a tad too much enmity than Eliane deserved, alas, she was simply a victim of circumstances.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Kronos to Lamont be like:

(

Also, just in case anyone that was in the throne room managed to post before me, I have to preemptively tell you that "Melisande" would be apparently missing post-teleportation (Answer: Kronos simply dispelled the Simulacrum immediately after the warp spell engaged) @Estylwen @LunarParadox @ERode @Irradiant @Click This

Also also, that plan sounds good to me, Est.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

--Athroyeaux Castle - Throne Room--

@Estylwen @LunarParadox @ERode @Click This @Irradiant

The Duke and Duchesses deliberated on the Ghost-King's offer, side with him and he shall bring Arrowfell into an enlightened age, free from the tyrant monarch's oppression and into an era of peace and prosperity. Heh... And yet, Kronos could see that regardless of DuFairre's true intentions, these humans didn't seem too keen on following through.

Doubt, apprehension, suspicion.

These sentiments grew more and more palpable with each word spoken by the three nobles. They - Rhinecliff included - didn't believe the spectre sitting on the throne was as magnanimous as he claimed to be; they had no faith that he'd be a better ruler than the Wizard Queen, perhaps... even worse. After all, for all of her faults, Evelyn didn't consign each and every single being - people, animals, and plants all - in her lands into undeath.

Kronos itself was practically forced to live as a Lilim, transformed against its will away from its perfect Shadeborne existence. In this, it could understand the humans' reluctance.

Huh, is this what the mortals call 'empathy'?

Interesting...

The shadows cast upon by the Simulacrum's physical presence contorted and morphed, a wide, ear-splitting grin gaped from its face as an otherworldly cackle echoed throughout the dreary halls. The spine-chilling laughter of a true Shadeborne, supplanting the false reign of these pale imitations...

...and yet, even as Kronos reintroduced the primal emotion of fear back into these ghosts, Duke Rhinecliff, Duchess Agustria, and Duchess Bastille would have this odd twist in their gut, conveying to them that somehow, someway...

Tonight, the Shade was on their side.

Mortals truly are... interesting.

The Dremora could no longer suppress itself as a similar - but more human-like - smirk curled on its Lilim facade. From outside observers, they could discern nothing but Melisande behaving... slightly 'out of character', but in truth, Kronos was working her-... their magic, combining the Dremora's mastery over causality and the Lilim's fey-touched arcane blood, it performed a minute gesture with its right index finger, silently casting a most romantic spell, one that reflected the undying bond between the Spectre King and his subjects.

Thus, even as the Titan-slaying sword sailed through the air at the King of Ravenfell, Kronos, through the power of the Shade and Feywilds both, tied the strings of fates between Lamont DuFairre and Valor Teardrop together, intertwining them in the Fate Bond.

For them, the Shade-Lord of Space-Time had naught but a single parting word.

Die...

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

FYI, still doing short-collab hijinks with Click and Irradiant. Hopefully will be done by the end of this week.

@ERode

Ohooo~ looks like it's retcon time after all.

Don't mind Kronos, it'll just be in the corner, emulating Ryuk. ...or not, it might do something after all. I'll see what I can cook up.

Regardless, I'll edit the retconned parts of my previous posts in a hider.

I like this path better. 😏

Why We Fight - An Underground Fight Club RP

@Dorehanma @Bry

SPIRITUM

--Rassvet - Tanker Crash Site--

Between her squadmates' responses and Justice's radar-sense report, it was beyond any shadow of a doubt that they were under attack by... Fucking wildlife! Really? Out of everything that could accost them; between the local populace, hostile warbots, and the unidentified airship, it seemed like everyone and their mother were out to get the Barghests. For a fleeting moment, Valerie had the feeling that Collette might be better off staking out on her own rather than sticking with them. At this point, she wouldn't be surprised if a meteor of precisely the right size suddenly dropped right on top of them, just because it could.

For the moment though, she still had enough fucks to make lemonades out of these toothed lemons life gave them. Right, what was the current situation? They were under attack by a pack of landsharks, Morden "birthed" himself from one attempting to swallow him, Kalina disemboweled another with her unconventional weapon, Justice brought the literal hammer axe of justice upon the beast, Collette subjected an overeager landshark to a slow, painful death via immolation, and Gerard was making sure said princess stayed unchewed, also, there was a survivor of some importance in the RV, and last but not least, Silje designated herself as shark bait.

... ... ...

...what?

By the Earthmother, Siljeee!

"Tch...!" Gritting her teeth in palpable frustration, Valerie began flowing power into Haylel, raw mist processed into violet-colored energy as the weapon's glowing parts shone brighter while its rotating barrel spun faster. An increasingly louder hum came from the unique weapon as the ex-Maiden prayed to the divine Gaia she had enough time to save her childhood friend and squadmate from becoming shark meal.

Just as the Nephilim finished charging, no fewer than three bullet sharks came at Silje, the largest one - the broodmother - erupted from the ground below, but its attempt was disrupted by the RV that the battlemage was perching on, then there were two other, smaller beasts; they were assaulting Gerard and Collette before Silje did Silje things and lured them too. Unlike the matriarch, the pair had less weight to carry and were unhindered by any vehicular wreckage as they launched themselves off the ground, maw gaped, incisors bared to snatch the petite WARDEN like wingless hawks to a white-furred rabbit.

Without even a second to spare, the slightly shorter white-haired WARDEN made the decision to prioritize her targets. Her feet dug into the ground, bracing herself as she aimed the energy-choked Haylel at the two leaping predators...

...then unleashed a lethal beam of weaponized mist!

The indigo concentrated laser promptly sliced through the landsharks' hide, flesh, bones, and innards in one fell swoop, cleaving them in twain. No amount of cauterization would prevent a wound that wide from raining gore and viscera all over whoever or whatever unfortunate enough to be below. Regardless, as the two hungry sharks became four pieces of dead flesh, Silje had fewer things to worry about. She probably still could appreciate a helping hand or two with the big one though.

"Anyone available, assist Silje!"

Goddessdamnit, Silje...

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Mizutani Mansion - Interior--

Rudolf’s little gambit worked, the hairless dolt couldn't discern friend from foe as he wasted ammunition, effort, and most importantly, attention to kill what was already dead. This blunder exacted a most terrible cost as Miina's upward thrust sent him on a bloody journey to the afterlife. For Eve's part, though she still thought this whole operation was a pointless farce, she could at least take pleasure in personally watching these scum die in agony, the dimwitted gunner being the latest entry in her ever-growing list of culled pests.

With their greatest obstacle neutralized, the Kirins moved forward with all the haste they could afford; Esben ingeniously slipped through three of Mizutani's best henchmen, making a fool out of them, and more practically, setting them up to be easily picked off by his comrades. One found his end at the end of Eliane's gunblade barrel, another was subjected to fatal impalement courtesy of Galahad's halberd, and the last of the three stooges was reminded for the final time why Izayoi was the Emperor's champion instead of him.

Finely executed, all of them. Eve couldn't help but let a small smirk cross her face, she was once again assured that her encounter with the Kirins was fated, thrust upon her by the Dragon King himself so she could put a stop to Valheim's desecration of the natural order.

However, it still didn't mean she'd conform with each and every single decision they had made. Thus, when the way into the traitorous rat's study was cleared for the rest of the group, Eve... casually ascended the steps and simply stood back while the others handled their business with Tane or whatever her name was. The Pseudolon had nothing to do with the crime lord other than what Captain Bikke demanded, and she didn't believe for a second that Ciradyl was ever in danger; she was a Bard and the second best espionage operative in the group, anyone who couldn't see that she was merely playing the oh-so-helpless hostage was a delusional fool, which Tane was.

"... ... ..." The False-Dragon leered with palpable unamusement at the whole commotion; all the melodrama of unrequited love, misplaced jealousy, and right, the interrogation. When Miina began stuttering out her questions, Eve rolled her eyes as she leaned her back against the study's doorframe, keeping watch just in case a foolhardy goon or two followed them.

While doing that, she procured a vial from one of her cloak's inner pockets, the transparent tube filled to capacity with liquefied ether, her literal lifeblood. With a quiet, exasperated sigh, she uncorked the thing and began quietly sipping its contents, out of sight, out of mind.

Arpeggio of Blue Steel: The Phantom Fleet (OPEN)

<Snipped quote by Ithradine>

I'm going to have to bow out. :(
I don't do anime. sorry

@Gunther

Then why did-...

...why did you join a fandom roleplay of a series with this kind of art style?

Furthermore, even if you didn't know any better, the tag "Anime/Manga" is right there on the tag list right below the title.

It's like entering a DC Comics fandom roleplay and then bowing out when they ask you to use a faceclaim art style that conforms to the associated comics.