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Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Maya Enilsdottir

The dining hall was as full as memory served, and the young girl murred softly as such. She always struggled with these times, for she much preferred sitting by herself without bothering anyone. Whenever she sat down by others, she had noticed them fleeing from the table just minutes after her taking seat, so that had rarely been an issue, true, but scaring people away was not her greatest joy in life either. She may be the daughter to one of the mightiest mafia loansharks in all of Telemarin, but that didn't mean she specifically was apart of this foul business. And so she sighed.

Her cold, blue eyes browsed and scoured the massive hall, seeking a table that was by itself. Her proud, stern expression revealing nothing of her inner turmoil as she found a solution to her issue. Her feet started to pull her through the room, towards the faraway corner of the hall, her lunchboard balanced on her left arm while the right grabbed an empty chair, pulling it along. Atleast she'd brought with her the freshest issue of the St. Hirst Times, the welcoming newspapers, so entertainment was secured for the loner.

The corner she so often sat by, the solitary corner giving her atleast three footlengths away from any of the populated tables, was her own. She placed the chair down before almost leaping into it, the lunchboard placed in her lap while the papers unfolded in her grasp. She was rather surprised at how quick the Journalist News Club got it both made and printed, but she supposed efficiency is what those people aim for.

Her eyes now scoured through the pages of the large papers, briefly reading through those lines of rather mundane and boring information, until she finally reached the club advertisement pages. Not really her thing, that. Joining clubs, that is. She vaguely remembered the short time spent in the old St. Hirst Economy Club in her first year, and how her mere presence almost had the club disbanded. Ah, yes, that's when the knowledge of her upbringing and her parents' work was revealed to a part of the public, and where the rumours of her cold, criminal acts began. Sigh. "Hell take you, father.." she muttered softly to herself. Even here, so far away from Telemarin, had he been able to ruin her reputation and chances in life it seemed.

The Sports Club advertised with their typical high-energy advertisements as last year. "Are you an up-and-coming Sportsstar? Do you love sports?! JOIN US FOR GREAT FUN AND STUFF!" Bleh. Boring. She was none of that. And this Literature Club didn't really appeal to her neither. "Do you enjoy reading books, and discussing their riveting stories with booklovers like yourself? Come to the Literature Club for a brief interview." Club this, club that. And this Mystery Club seemed equally mundane and boring. Spending hours of your day into researching where that one pencil went? Seems a drag.

Elibean Nights (A Fire Emblem RP)

My apologies for such a late response! Work has been kicking me down and spraying it's shit over me, quite literally, so yah! I'm glad to see all the interest though! I'll get to make the actual thread real soon!

@Apollosarcher
Alrighty! Yeah, the older games are a pair of gems, especially Seisen no Keifu!

@GarlandDaHero
H'okies!

@Zaphias
Gonna grind them waifus to 20/20 ;)

@POOHEAD189
Alrighty, little knowledge is needed anyways!

@Matador
Ayra is best Fire Emblem waifu. And I did, yes! I really loved the concept of it when I touched into it many years ago.

@Kylia Quilor
Goodiegoodie!

@Veradana
4 is best Faiah Emburemu.

Elibean Nights (A Fire Emblem RP)

You had me at grind waifus.

@Fabricant451

I know baby, I know ;)

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

Oh. Oh right. Oooops.

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I uh I uh I was busy training my pet turtle to uh weld uhhh m&ms with ehhhe uhh pepsi inside a cola glass?

Elibean Nights (A Fire Emblem RP)

I can't say I'm super familiar with a lot of Fire Emblem other than the Gamecube one and the ones where it's waifu simulations but I could be down for this.

@Fabricant451

You don't need to be more familiar than that really! It is basically the same thing, get your unit, grind some exp, grind some waifus, get cash money.

Elibean Nights (A Fire Emblem RP)

Elibean Nights

The new king of Bern stood proudly at the podium with the shining Emblem in hand. His coronation had been a success, and his words had struck the hearts of his people. Ambition and hope for a better future for his people that so long ago was shattered under the hammer of the Lycian league, spearheaded by the one named Roy. Roy Pendragon of Pherae. His name was praised by the people of Lycia, Sacae, Ilia, Etruria, even parts of the very ground the King owned, yet scorned by those that were loyal to his words. For he had been their beloved crown prince,
and now their beloved king.

Words of his ascension and his ambitious and vicious speech has spread across the lands, and the people that are now bored with the status quo, the everlasting peace, rally to his words. Something exciting is finally about to happen. And like a game of domino, village after village is caught in civil unrest and praises to the King of Bern is held high.

It's a very brief introduction, I know, but basically it's a Fire Emblem RP set in the continent of Elibe long after the events of Fire Emblem 6 and 7. It'll be an episodic-type RP, meaning that it will occasionally just clip to a new stage or area, just to get the progress going.. so to speak. Right now I'm just looking for people that may be interested, and as such a CS or more informative description will be omitted (because I'm really lazy) for now.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Onee-sama fears no man. Let's hope the magi has no women.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Raidah o' Red

Interacting with: Master of Red Rider @Grey, Lancer @Cu Chulainn and Berserker @MeteorD

The mighty Rider stood proudly by her new master, casually examining her rather dull, empty-looking expression with a lazy eye. The many years spent in her beloved Sky had truly turned this once conqueror slightly lazy and rusty, and her knowledge of this war thing was rather.. lacking. Basically she knew that she was a Rider, well-fitting the Mongol conqueror given her absolute mastery of horses, but beyond that she knew little. But one thing was certain, once she was back in the groove, the warriors standing around the summoning circle would realize that it was no fluke that she, who started out with only her two brothers, could conquer almost all of Eurasia.

"So, lil' Missy, ye'n'me 'll be partners, aye?" The conqueror spoke with a common tone, her words sounding similar to steppe bandits with their casual yet lethal tune, as if affirming that she who conquered the world had roots amongst the foul kind that murdered for food, mounts and coin. An imposing voice, a voice that could speak to any man or woman's heart, no matter how gutteral or foul her tongue was. And soft, motherly, calming as well.

Genghis softly rubbed her chin in thought as her eyes found the other summoned spirits, some seemed recognizable, others completely unknown. In specific, she found the one called the Lancer and the one called the Berserker interesting. One dressed in fabolous garments with this holy air surrounding his very being, and his shining armour made him seem a Byzantine. Perhaps? She knew of the people living in Seraglio-point, residing within a massive, grandeuse city protected by massive walls quite similar to those Chinese scum. Genghis' eyed Lancer for a moment longer, as if attempting to place him in her massive map of important personalities, but of course she failed for now. And so she looked over to that Golden man, noting his physical appearance being of Asian heritage. Chinese? Korean? Perhaps he was one of those strange people across the ocean? Genghis couldn't quite place it, but it didn't matter just yet. Besides, she couldn't rely on those Chinese filth's texts and scrolls to speak truth. Fuckin' aristocrats.

The next one to come to summoning was apparently an assassin. The Chinese Slayer gazed across the female briefly, and quickly noted that she was definitely not a warrior type. Thin arms, slim body, and apparently no eye what-so-ever for combat. And yet she was summoned as a Heroic Spirit, meaning she certainly could affirm the "looks can decieve" theory. And how this assassin spoke so proudly of poisons quite loudly? Indeed, she must've been a killer in life as well. Rider shrugged lightly. She was of no importance right now, nor could she even place her looks. Perhaps she too was Byzantine or some other weird person West of the Thracian peninsula.

Rider shrugged again, rolled her shoulders lightly, peering onto the failed summoning and the shocked look of the magician. Nonchalantly, she waved a hand in front of her mouth as if bored, waiting for something to happen. All these warriors and heroes, no combat? Boring. And as if her thoughts resounded through to the eternal blue sky, her wish was granted. A flurry of magics came flying towards their location, the younglings around perishing in great numbers. Certainly that would phase someone unknown to the life of war, but Genghis had committed much worse atrocities than this. While her body moved about, quickly a hand raised to grab her Master's wrist before forcing her onto her beloved, white horse; Tseneglegch, while all this happened, Rider's thoughts was still aloof and sloppy. "Master, come along,
would ya'? Big Sis'll protect ya' frail, lil' body, don' worry. Les' join this 'ere Zerkah 'nd Lanceh in ba'hl, aye?" She muttered sofly, calmly, motherly even to the girl, while a mischievous grin lingered on her lips. She was now waking up.

"Aye, Zerkah, les' get a lil' bloodshed goin'!" She yelled back to the Golden boy, her heels kicking into the flanks of her horse, the mighty steed raising to it's hindlegs with a vicious battlecry leaving it's snowy muzzle, before quickly landing down to start his stampede. And the sound of the stampede alone echoed through not only the ruined building, but the entire city, the sounds of not only one buttens of thousands of horses galloping forward despite there only being that one horse. And the resounding charge came up beside the berserker, her imposing grin alone seemed to bring an air of confidence to those charging on, steeling their hearts as if defeat was no option. "Lanceh! Yer' laggin' behind, ye are!" she laughed softly while preparing an arrow to her bow, "Nd color me crazy, ye two 'andle tha' Spireh', aye? Lemme handle tha' group o' magi."

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Raidah o' Reddo, Genghis Khan

Location: Urquhart Castle
Interacting with: Ilse Koenig, everyone else

Death is a strange place, is it not? A collective of lost souls travelling and surging through the energies of the world, as if no longer a spirit but now a resource for everything to build. The tidalwaves of clashing mana thrashing anything in it's path, and this lone spirit lingered as a part of it all. As a part of the greater picture. As a part of the eternal blue sky.

The sole spirit rested for now, when a massive ray shot up into it's home. Many of the other spirits curiously closed into the portal, yet none could enter. Only the lonesome soul could, and it knew. And so it entered the magical vortex, answering the call within it's heart, and accepting the task asked of it. The strange sensation of the surging mana that somehow eventually started to form it's body again, the numbness surging through the mound of mana-infused flesh, and the merging of the spirit and the newly formed body now standing in the middle of a magical circle.

What is this? The scents, the sounds, and the flickering of eyelids leaving sight. Ah, so she has been summoned back to the world again, it is. And the feeling of soft fur to her hand made her fling her head back to see the white mane of her favored horse. "Oh,
this thing. Grail War was it? Alright then." She muttered lowly to herself in thought, before looking over at the others in the room, a soft smile on her lips, "Yo. I s'ppose I'm the Rider, is it? Nice ta' meet ya'll. And ye'swell, Masteh." She nodded in direction at the young girl before stepping forth with her horse by her side.

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Nodding in turn to the Boss, Maya took off with her eyes seemingly closed, her feet pulling her along while her great memory guided her towards the dormitory. The halls were filled with the same chatter that annoyed her greatly, talks about fun things to come, fun things that have passed, and more and more fun. Maya shuddered lightly, she wished for the classes to begin. Because only there could the frozen mafia princess perform at her best. Her best was not necessarily the classes' best, aside from maths were she was a clear cut above average, but at the very least she could be satisfied there.

Halfways to her new sleeping quarters, the thought struck her. Sina Segert was her room mate? The disciplinary officer? Well, it beats living with one of the awfully many perverts running rampant on the campus, Maya concluded, as long as Sina didn't bother too much with rules within the room. Maya couldn't quite remember ever chatting with her, but then again Maya hardly ever spoke words as it was. Social inaptitude was her curse.

And finally reaching the dorm, she entered while giving the housekeep a gentle nod, before quickly turning to her room. Number 4 was plastered on one door, and she opened the door. Clean and empty, satisfyingly so, Maya thought. While the other students were all in arms for food, Maya decided to sit down in her new room, unpacking her items and stuffing it into the wardrobe on her side of the room. And afterwards, a sigh. "Why, dare I ask, is it so bloody hot.." She muttered faintly, before her eyes shut close briefly.

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Grumble, grumble, that was the sound her stomach echoed softly. But it was enough to wake her up, and the groggy blonde realized she'd not only fallen asleep, but also undressed in her sleep. It felt rather cool to her barren skin, the soft wind flying into her room from the open window. Was it always open? She didn't remember. Either way, she pulled on her clothing and marched towards the cafeteria, a book brought along to keep her company.