KoL

Fate/Abyss

I might pick a canon character as well. In fact, I'm very tempted to run for Sigurd along the canons, of not him it's likely gonna be an OC. It just depends on how hard it will be too come up with a working CS.

Fate/Abyss

I have a few Sabers in mind. From both The Matter of France and Britain. And possibly a few Germanic/Norse ones too. Taking a break from Archers will be a good change of pace for one.

My Master ideas are more or less worked out as well. Probably a generalist or someone who deals with Mystic Eyes.

Fate/Abyss

Even though I know the... fate of Fate RPs, I'll still express interest in this. I was looking for a new one for a few days.

I guess that I'll go ahead and say that I'm interest in the Saber spot, if possible.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Nanoha brought a hand to her chest and shook her head as she heard Youmu's words. That wasn't right. She was trying to avoid saying anything about that, but if she allowed it to go forward for much longer this could end up becoming another sad incident.

"That's not right, Youmu. I can understand what you are thinking but, even if that's the case, even if they really are beyond salvation, there's always another way. Fighting hatred with hatred will only generate more sadness," Nanoha said as she tightened her grip on Raising Heart.

"I know I'm not a good person but, as long as I have this power, I'll do all I can to avoid any more sad stories from happening," she thought.

"For the time being, let's just keep on moving forward. I'm sure that, if we search hard enough, we will find a way to end this without creating even more sadness," Nanoha said as she moved forward and asked Raising Heart to do another Wide Area Search, looking all over the labyrinthine tunnels in front of them. If they were directed here it must be because they needed to either do or find something in these caves. The faster they found it the better.

High Ground Online

"Ok, I'm bored now and it doesn't seem like those tryhards are any closer to get the job done," Thea said as she switched off Gundanko's stream and stretched her muscles before stepping on the combat zone. "If you want something well done..." she said to herself as she walked through the chaotic warzone while eyeing the boss and sighing at how the kids around here treated this like a matter of life and death.

"Hey, why don't you try that on someone who can take a punch instead of those wet noodles, Overgrown Smurf!" Thea shouted before lobbing a concussion grenade at the boss, immediately drawing all of its attention to herself. "And you, bunch of tryhards, get done with this already so that I can shoot you down. I'm going to die of boredom if I have to wait any longer," she said to the other players, especially Saffron, while avoiding attacks from the boss with ease after having memorized all of its attack patterns while watching the stream.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

"I appreciate your offer. However, other than the Holy Church's agents, there's no one better qualified to face an unknown magical threat than us, knights. I assure in the name of blood of the Savior of Erin, which runs in my veins, that, no matter the method the murderer uses, no harm shall come to me," Grain said when Euphemia proposed to be the bait in her place. At this point she realized that the suggestion was born from a lack of introductions on everyone's part, which she was about to correct.

"I suppose that I should have introduced myself before making such a declaration. Apologies for that," she said, taking a hand to her chest before continuing, "I'm Grain Blackmore, one of Her Majesty's knights, here to honor a friend's request. While my family's name may not suggest it, I carry a trace of the might of one of my ancestors, Fionn mac Cumhaill, the Savior of Erin, in my blood. That grants me the confidence to assert that I can face any mage or magical creature and stand victorious just as he did in his time."

"So, please believe that what I said was not out of hubris. Even though I carry a trace of the Knowledge of the Salmon, I'm no mage. The thaumaturgical knowledge I can offer is limited to what I've read, which are basically the general fundamentals. However, I can offer this body I've inherited, and all the might that comes with it, to assist you in what no mage is capable of doing. That's the least I can do," she concluded, hopefully making it clear what was her expectations of her role in this group.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

@Dark Light, @Ginnungagap, @Aviaire

Are the three of you still in this, or what? We are kind of waiting any manner of input on your part.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

"Yes, I can hear them as well," Nanoha said as they arrived at the derelict cove. The rotten smell and disgusting ambient weren't a problem as long as she had her Barrier Jacket on, but the sight of the creatures lurking in the darkness made her pause for a moment and wonder how could the person behind this have done such things and for what reason.

Overthinking would do no one any good. However, Nanoha couldn't bring herself to match Youmu's choices in lethality. Her magic wasn't made to hurt others, but it would still destroy these creatures since they weren't alive, there was no need for her to even consider anything else.

"Take care, I'll open a way through them. The faster we are done here, the faster we will be able to move to the next objective," Nanoha warned Youmu of the incoming bombardment before turning Raising Heart into Cannon Mode, loading up a couple of cartridges and unleashing a Divine Buster, which cut a clean path through all of the opposition and whatever physical obstacles were in their way as well. "Let's keep going. We can't waste time fighting these creatures, Youmu," she urged them forward, still uncertain of how to better touch on the matter that allowing their wits to be lost over this would help no one.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

"I was going to suggest that we go each to one location, but I suppose that pairing up may be for the best," Nanoha said after considering the whole situation. Her countenance didn't show any obvious signs of rage like the others and she spoke with the same calm before, even after learning of the circumstances regarding this place.

It wasn't like she wasn't upset, or that she didn't want to help this people. But, Nanoha knew that acting on a cool head could accomplish more than moving with nothing but rage guiding you. She didn't say anything of this, though. Lecturing the others wasn't right, especially when she didn't know them enough to make a better judgement of their character.

"I suppose we can split in the same duos as before we met? If that's the case, we may as well get going now," Nanoha said as she armed herself with Raising Heart once again.

Tower of Fable

VICTOIRE BORDEAUX, THE BLOOD COUNTESS

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The darkened castle resting in the plane of the supernatural was devoid of modern touch. Perhaps it was testament to the archaic beliefs of its owner, a reflection of her poor taste in design. It didn't stop the new guests from strolling up to its propery however, the White Masks and their guide closer than most would dare approach the wretched estate. However, someone else had adventured before them, little to their knowledge. Even now the mysterious stranger was entertaining the castle's owner, though probably not in the way she would have liked. Deep in the castle's throne room, the member of twilight held no patience for the vampire whore's deceptions.

"I'll ask again, Blood Countess. You're holding a treasure that many would consider to covet of the world; this world, to be specific. Now you can either tell me where it is and I'll be on my way. Or you can answer to a...less patient authority," said the youth. By now he was getting impatient, ironically, tapping a booted foot before glancing out the side of one large window. Even from this distance he saw the presence of newcomers and so turned back to Victoire lofting on her throne like a lazy animal. "Answer soon because you have more people barging into your place."

"Tis impolite to barge into other's residences and demand things from them without even explaning yourself. If you don't try to be a little more clear, I have no way of knowing what you are talking about. I own many valuable treasures, after all," Victoire said as she reclined against her throne, resting her chin on a curled first while staring at the boy in a bored way. "I'm not particularly invested in this realm so if you can convince me, I don't see why I couldn't indulge your request."

"For a vampire, you're not a very good liar. At least, not to someone who has eyes on both the Court and their enemies," the boy mused. "There's a rumor going around for some time. Rumors that the self-proclaimed "victor of the Nexus" pawned a relic just before the last cycle. A treasure that may have been of high value, so to speak. I'm just here to see if those rumors are true." The boy walked as he talked, finding a stray pillar in the mesh of Victoire's overtly designed throne room, only to lean his back onto it and stare up at the bored host.

"So, did you happen to steal something from the Court's experiment? A lie won't get you anywhere with me, vampire."

"If you count the hearts of one too many fair—formerly—maidens as great treasure, I sure am guilty of it," Victoire replied in a completely straigth-faced way. "But, I may be able to recall other acquisitions from that place. Before I say anything else, what is it that you want with this treasure? You don't look like the collector type, judging by your appearance," she added, shifting in place lightly.

"Is it that obvious? Though someone as smart as you probably already figured I'm not here on behalf of the Court. Or the Unilysts," the boy added, noting an iota of interest wafted from the vampire now. "More like a personal project of mine but that's none of your concern. A creature who slinks in the shadows like you wouldn't understand the glory of a revolution. And what I do with it is also not your concern." Now it was the boy's turn to tilt his head curiously, looking over Victoire's form. "So you admit you did take something. It's really not nice to lie to your guests, Victoire."

"One who hasn't been invited can't consider himself a guest, can he?" Victoired said in a jesting tone before flashing a fanged grin at the boy. "That said, I may know what you are talking about, but why would I part with a memento from one of my beloveds?"

"Unless, of course, you could offer something of interest for a trade. Making deals is something us demons are fond of," she said, extending an open hand toward him and beckoning him closer with her index.

The boy's expression furrowed into a frown once the vampire basically confirmed the suspicions, no longer dancing around the subject. "And why would a being like me make a deal with one so weak? I was trying to be nice by just asking you but it looks like you want more than you can chew. Though, I can give you two reasons you'd part with your...gift." The boy shook his head as if thinking to himself, unphased by the harlot's fanged smirk. "Firstly, I know you're clever, Victoire. If not me, then another member of the Court will come hunting you for that treasure. They won't have the flattery of asking first too. And secondly...well, she might get hissy if you don't begin behaving."

At that moment the air in the throne chamber became warmer, denser while a low rumbling slightly shook the interior. What began as a low buzz soon became a large and humid animalistic hiss. The boy glanced up and assuming Victoire followed his gaze, she'd see the obvious problem she placed herself in. Something was crawling idly about on her cieling, but it was no spider or spawn of hers. It was a great serpent larger than any normal reptile, sliding by inversely without a sound until now. Black scales darker than obsidian coated its great length with a single purple streak racing along both of its sides. Despite its dormance, it was clear the snake was peering into Victoire, tongue idly flicking as uncaring eyes showed the vampire's reflection back at her.

"You've met before, right? In the Nexus I mean."

"Ahh... Always being so unentertaining. So typical of your kind," Victoire said in a disappointed voice after letting out a deep sigh. "I was just about to give it to you anyway. But so be it," the vampire said, summoning a carved wooden box containing the item the boy looked for after glancing upwards.

"I'm pretty sure we could have found a middle ground that's ideal for both parties, but my dear Bastion will surely have to forgive me. I had no option but betray her love," Victoire said in a dramatic manner as she commanded a shadow bat to take the box to boy. "I hope you at least can make better use of it than I."

"Oh, I'm sure you would have." No, he wasn't; in fact, the boy was pretty sure Victoire would have wormed her way out of any negotiation if her skin depended on it. But the staring serpent up above ensured there would be no escape tricks this time. Taking the box from the bat, the boy conjured a small reddish portal before placing the prize into it for safekeeping. The pathway closed just as soon as it was opened, the deal complete. "Ordinarily that'd be the end of it. You got your life out of this deal so that's a pretty good gamble on your part."

All the same, the boy eyed up Victoire with a grin of his own. "Of course, I was part of the Court once upon a time so old habits die hard, as the saying goes? I think the worlds would breathe a little easier at night if the Blood Countess just so happens to disappear in the dark." The boy didn't need to make contact with the serpent up high; only a command was needed and thus given to end their "negotiations".

[color=8882be]"Juno, dinnertime."[/color[

"So predictable," Victoire said as the great serpent lunged at her from above. Before she could be devoured, the vampire transformed into a swarm of shadow bats, slipping out of harm's way. She retured to her normal form a few meters away while Juno was left with a mouthful of rubble (which she ate anyway).

"I have no delusions of making it out of this situation. But, I'm sure that it would be uninteresting for you if I at least didn't try it, right?" the vampire said as she snapped her fingers, causing a gust of wind to extinguish the candles that illuminated the throne room and throw the curtains over its large stained glass windows, plunging the hall into a deep darkness.

"Shadows don't impede a snake's senses. Especially mine; she prefers hunting in the dark," the boy mused from his position. His own eyes seemed to glow faintly, the pupils have become more slit and reptilian. All the same, as his Vassal stalked the vampire, he noted the presence from earlier was getting stronger. That was because, while they were scuffling about, the White Masks had gotten closer and closer to Victoire's castle. But among them there was something else of interest, small like a card but no doubt interesting.

"Killing you now is meaningless. Especially when this "you" is supposed to be data," the boy sighed, raising a hand to halt his snake just as she was ready to make the vampire more than undead. "But this was a good learning experience though. Now I know to just get to the point with dealing with the real you. Go ahead then Victoire, call in your monsters to deal with those kids..."

"It seems like you really are a predictable kind. However, I guess that I can't look at a gift horse in the mouth," Victoire said as the finishing blow she expected never came. Sure it meant she would be able to have fun in some other ways, so she couldn't complain, even if she was short of one throne to sit on. "Very well then, go forward my newest servants. Have your way with these petty thieves," she said, commanding the winds to open the curtains once more and summoning a great armchair for herself besides the crater left where her throne used to be.

Once she was sitting agian, she waved a hand, commanding her Servants to go welcome the new guests.

"Are you sure you're not the predictable type?" the boy mused as Victoire went right back to lazing about. He took one glance at Juno, beckoning the snake forward before petting the reptile around its snout. "You haven't eaten yet so I'm letting you have some fun. We have what we want now, one copy at least. There's no rush," he told his Vassal before stepping away into another portal of his own. "Find me when you're done playing," were his departing words, leaving the great snake to do as she pleased in running rampant among Victoire's premesis.

Of course, there was nothing the vampire could do to stop her if she decided to continue snacking on the bloodsucker, even if she was just zeroes and ones. The pack of creatures heading towards the White Masks now were vicious as they were unseen. Because as they emerged from the shadows to barrel towards Marie and the White Masks, the group would find these monsters were insivible to the naked eye. But that didn't deter their hunger one bit.

With the freedom to roam around, Juno quickly found herself wondering what to do. She turned towards Victoire, coiling her large body around the vampire before licking her. However, the taste of death and corruption made her lose interest just as quickly. Leaving Victoire uncertain of whether she should be thankful or insulted that the Snake didn't feel any interest on her.

In fact, Juno may as well have taken a less than interesting meal if there wasn't something much more appetizing catching her attention in the distance. A smell of many sweet treats that made the snake's mouth water and guided her through the dark corridors in search of its source.

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