Kumbaris

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda was not feeling so well after the short fight, the punches the titan threw at her were not exactly bearable, as her systems blared warnings left and right. She’s built like a tank, and she knows it, so to have someone like that have so much magical energy it can bring errors into her internal systems is something to have a note about.

She’s thankful for all the help she received as the rest of the team slowly rained fire at the thing, she has no idea what to do if she were to fight this thing alone. She’s also formulating a plan from Faye’s suggestion. It sounds pretty good, but she’s unsure about making such a request during a firefight. That concern, however, was slightly put to rest as Scarlett shot at the Titan with 50 caliber rounds, nowhere near enough to down it, but enough of an effort to make sure Amanda could safely retreat back to the 2nd floor, staggering her way as she climbed the stairs. Hopefully, she can call in the facility and bring in spare parts once this is over. Oh, golly does she need spare parts after the blows she received.

“Micheal, whatever you do. I suggest you do it quickly, I’m currently making a request to the office for an emergency compound to restrain this thing. Hopefully, they’ll respond quickly and give me the-”

She didn’t manage to finish her sentence as a blast of eldritch energy tore through the walls she was staggering through and almost killed her outright. It was only a split-second reaction from Amanda that saved her from being completely destroyed. The worst thing she experienced was a singe on the edge of her fingertips. “Motherfucker can fire shots too?!?” She complained, now getting incredibly desperate as the titan started looking for more targets to shoot its eldritch beam at.

It was at that point that Amanda realized Faye was still in the courtyard, busy fighting the beast as the TItan’s attention was focused on a retreating Amanda, but now, her eyes started turning, rearing their sights on the British woman. “Fuck! Faye, get out of there now!!!”

It was an act of desperation. But the android noticed some windows with a clear view of the courtyard, She broke it, and promptly threw her axe at the Titan. “Micheal! Do whatever it is you’re gonna do to the Titan now!”

But it could be too late. The titan was ready to swing its fists towards Faye, and Amanda hoped that her thrown axe would travel fast enough to impale itself to the Titan. Hopefully bringing some time for Faye to escape, however thin that hope might be.

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@Martian@King Cosmos

Madeleine only nodded to Morgana’s suggestions, although keeping the magic as generic as possible would be a little tricky. Sure her gun shoots pure bolts of mana, but her sword is a typical fire sword, a very powerful fire-imbued sword, but still just an elementally charged sword at the end of the day, she would need to be careful in how she would proceed with this if the situation turned south, which it would most likely happen. “I’ll try to use the gun as frequently as possible, my sword is pretty obviously imbued with fire magic so a counterspell just because of my sword would be a bit of an issue wouldn’t it?”

“Just prepare an invisibility spell or something, both of you. I’ll do the hard work in case things go south.” Madeleine further commanded, promptly walking towards the cultist compound with Morgana and Xaviron tailing the demoness.

As she reached the compound though, a weird feeling came across her, like a sort of internal red flag that allowed her to see where things might be going, and she had multiple red flags flaring up on her mind right now.

The compound’s seemingly empty, there’s no one to greet her, and there’s no activity within the compound at all. Almost like it’s deserted… but that wouldn’t be possible. If they are moving then the team would be notified of movement, and there’s no notification in the last 5 hours indicating such a thing.

“Hmmmmmm. Strange.” The demon said, before the shield spell she cast on herself just before the fight activated, and it’s not even on something small. She noticed that someone cast a life-draining curse and if it weren’t for her shield, her life force would be sapped until she killed the spellcaster. A spellcaster she noted hiding in the window on the wooden cabin on the left side of the lodge. And a spellcaster that got shot in the head as Madeleine aimed her gun true and fired a magical bolt.

“Well, Morgana. Seems like your English witches did teach them curses after all.” Madeleine commented, slowly moving into the compound and shooting mages that tried to curse her left and right.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse@PrinceAlexus

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Candra was relieved that she was not expelled from the group at least, and both Reya and Talie were pretty accommodating to the new arrival, She's also interested in the coming rock group's festival as well. She doesn't mention it frequently, but she was a bit of a rocker girl when she was in her teenage years, punk rock was a bit of a big thing back when she was busy studying for her finals and hoping to get a scholarship for her University. Literally everyone was sporting long hairstyles and teachers would often get mad whenever the boys started idealizing the American artists whose musical lyrics didn't suit the typical classroom environment they were striving for.

Ah, those good old days. But her reverie was quickly interrupted when Reya asked the woman a question.

"Did you just move here?"

"Well, kinda sorta. I'm a property developer you see, busy scouting out locations in the US to expand my company's portfolio. Really nothing special." She replied. Hopefully freeing Reya from sensing her other motives, even though she hasn't had much luck finding her family so far.

"So this... Vermillion Ablaze band. What kind of music do they play?" Candra asked Reya, curious as to the band itself. "I don't look like it, but I love rock music. When I was a teen rock music was the jam I play all day long on the radio, really annoyed my parents for a while haha!"

But her questioning was cut short when Talie handed Candra her business card.

"My card, if I can help let me know"

Candra haven't told her anything regarding her other family, so she was a bit confused when Talie offered her help and handed over her business card. The Indonesian woman looked for a bit before putting it in her breast pocket. "Thank you for your offer Talie. Although I'm not sure what kind of help you might think I need. Have we talked before?" Candra asked, looking a bit confused. "Sorry if that came off as crass, but I nonetheless appreciate your offer to help me acclimatize into the town."

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse@PrinceAlexus

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The Indonesian woman thanked her for accepting the donation. "Just make sure to Email me the record of my transaction. I heard the IRS are pretty strict when it comes to donations like these." She said, bidding her goodbye and giving her a business card with her email on it. "I expect an email by tomorrow, and if that won't work, then I'll just arrive at the city hall and ask for the record myself. Thank you for your time."

And as efficiently and rapidly as she approached the woman, she disengaged and bid her goodbyes. "Well, that's taken care of." She said to herself, "Let's see what else I should do right now... This town seems pretty lively with this event going on, and I wouldn't like to make myself seem too aloof right now, so how about I just... approach someone and ask around? Not the first time I've done something like this, and probably won't be the last." She has done networking and socializing events like these so frequently it has become 2nd nature to her, even though she hated interacting with people she doesn't have a prior relationship with, it is admittedly a fact of life for a businesswoman like her at this point.

And in the admittedly awkward way Candra herself knows, she awkwardly shimmies into the table between Reya and Talie, awkwardly introducing herself in the best way she knows how. "Uhh, hello there!" She opens up. "Is this table open? I'm kinda new in town and I'm still adjusting my bearings a little bit. I'm Candrawati, but you can just call me Candra for short." The woman then outstretched her hand, a clear gesture in an effort to open herself up to the two women. "I heard there's a concert thing going on right? What band's playing right now?"

The woman hoped that her first impression was good enough, and it didn't scare away the two women into thinking she was just some freak or something. She's not from this town, heck, she's not from the country they live in, and the one thing she knows about America is that every region has a slightly different way of doing things, and she hopes that she absorbs enough knowledge about Sanctuary to not seem like an ass to everyone in this town. It would significantly complicate things if she did, especially her little mission of hers she's undertaking.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse

A black Alfa Romeo pulled into the parking lot near the festival site, the presence of the car making it stand out among the other, lesser vehicles the Italian car lorded over. The engine was killed off for the moment, and the door opened, revealing a woman wearing a black suit with blue outlines inside her suit. Her eyes darted around the festival site like a hawk, like a predator searching the forest above for her next prey, she didn't say much, looking around before pulling out her phone and nodding her head. "This seems like the correct location, although I wonder if I arrive too late." She pondered. "No matter, hopefully, the family should be here, this seems like a significant festival for a town this size."

The woman then walked into the festival, with all the grace and poise expected from the CEO of a large company, she always hated the fact that the new trend for CEOs is to look like the everyday person, it feels hypocritical to her to see someone dress so down to earth, yet treat their coworkers and employees like trash, might as well dress the part and treat their workers justly and rightfully. She can already see the stares, and she'll admit, she does look like someone from the high rises of New York or some well-off aristocrat strolling through some humble festival, but she's on a mission, and she will not stop until she sees it be completed.

She eyed the festival and quickly approached a brunette woman, a cursory look at American public records revealing that she is the secretary to the mayor, approaching her, the woman put her hands on the side of her chest and bowed. "Hello. Are you perhaps the secretary to the mayor?" She asked. "I would like to make a donation of some $ 1,500 dollars to the charity auction, I understand that the auction is over, but if you would be so kind as to accept this little donation, I would be eternally grateful."

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Candra

| Born in the 25th of July, 1989 | 33 years of age, soon to be 34 | Muslim | Indonesian Citizen with an American Greencard | Looking for distant family | Incredibly Complicated Family history |

Appearance:

Almost always sharply dressed. Candra likes wearing clothes that make her look very professional and perhaps a little bit distant, a necessity considering what her job entails. The woman does have more casual clothes when she prefers to let her hair down, but she doesn't like to show it when it comes to affairs of this importance.

Occupation:
CEO of one of Indonesia's largest property developers. With such a position, comes the increased importance of looking, talking, and acting the part. Her being a woman also adds even more pressure on her to look and act appropriately at all times. She is currently scouting the United States as a potential market to expand her company's operations stateside, the fact that there might be missing family that she wants to reconnect with also adds to the importance of her job/ vacation into Sanctuary.

Biography:
Candra's story actually begins way before she was born. The Gunawan family were some of the first people to rise up against the Dutch when the country declared independence in 1945, Their family's great-grandfather, Suryo Gunawan, was a veteran of the war of independence, a war of great suffering and atrocities, but a war the Indonesians ultimately won. Even now, in the old family house, lies some pictures of the family's great-grandfather brandishing stolen Imperial Japanese weapons the Indonesians pilfered once the Japanese pulled out of the country after their defeat. Really, in some ways, the Gunawans were patriots for the country in every sense of the word.

But then came 1965, the year when the Gunawans endured unimaginable suffering as the military dictator Soeharto rose to power in the aftermath of a Communist coup. The Gunawans were, predictably, staunch supporters of the Indonesian National Party and espoused some left-wing ideology, in some ways bordering on the ideology of the Indonesian Communist Party, and the fact that the patriarch of their family was a national hero made them pretty well known in the local community, so when the dictator Soeharto caught wind of this, the police and military swarmed the family house, and of course, the houses of anyone espousing clear left-wing ideology, their great grandfather suffered greatly under the treatment of the military, and some members of the family were taken and never seen again.

At this point, some members of the Gunawans fled, fearing continued persecution from the military government, to the United States. At that point, the Gunawans were split in two, the ones that stayed in the country, and the ones that fled to America in search of a better future.

And it was in that flashpoint that Candra was born, named Candrawati Gunawan by her mother, she grew up hearing stories about her great grandfather, and how their family was split in two, she heard stories about the great battles her father fought against, and the betrayal under the Soeharto regime her family has to endure. While the Gunawans were not particularly wealthy, the fact that their most notable family member was so clearly betrayed by the country he helped to defend left a scar that never left the Gunawans ever since, Government forces not only took their family members away, but also took a significant portion of their assets along with them, what little savings they have, their newly bought car, and other things they suspect might be as a result of 'suspicious earnings'. The family never got those seized assets back.

Her childhood therefore was particularly harsh, with her family having to make some really tough decisions in order to get her through grade, middle, and high school. Consequently, when President Soeharto announced his resignation in 1998 following mass protests over the deteriorating economic condition, the entire family cheered, Candra herself included.

Candra made a decision at that point to reconnect her American family with her Indonesian family and swore to make enough money to make that journey to the United States and track down the Gunawans who fled, if only to touch base and perhaps convince them to visit Indonesia sometime in the future. she graduated high school at the top 5 of her class, managed to land a government scholarship to fully fund her education in business at the University of Indonesia, the country's premier educational institution, and interned at a rapidly growing real estate developer in the Jakarta region during her time studying for her degree. The woman consequently got offered a good position once she graduated, and she naturally took it, climbing the ranks rapidly, and quickly becoming the CEO at the age of 26. She has maintained the position ever since.

It was during her tenure as CEO that she managed to land a green card at the lottery system she always put money on once her first paycheck came in.

With her family's financial position secure (her older brother works in finance, and her younger sister works as a frequently commissioned artist). Candra decided that the time had come to find her missing family in the United States, guising it as a 1-year work trip, she hired a P.I beforehand to track down her family's whereabouts, and that eventually led her here to Sanctuary, officially as a real estate developer having an interest in building new housing in the rapidly growing town, but her real intentions being to track down her family that was separated after a very traumatic event.

Misc:
- Misses Indonesian food badly, the food in America just 'doesn't taste the same' per her words
- Knows Indonesian history in and out if you ask her, partly due to her family heritage and partly due to her studiousness
- Her company mainly builds highrises in the bustling Indonesian cities of Jakarta, Bandung, Surabaya and Palembang, although their portfolio includes some single-family houses in the suburbs
- Rides a Mercedes Benz in Indonesia, specifically an AMG-GTS. She's bought an Alfa-Romeo Giulia as her go-to car when she's in the US.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Candra

| Born in the 25th of July, 1989 | 33 years of age, soon to be 34 | Muslim | Indonesian Citizen with an American Greencard | Looking for distant family | Incredibly Complicated Family history |

Appearance:

Almost always sharply dressed. Candra likes wearing clothes that make her look very professional and perhaps a little bit distant, a necessity considering what her job entails. The woman does have more casual clothes when she prefers to let her hair down, but she doesn't like to show it when it comes to affairs of this importance.

Occupation:
CEO of one of Indonesia's largest property developers. With such a position, comes the increased importance of looking, talking, and acting the part. Her being a woman also adds even more pressure on her to look and act appropriately at all times. She is currently scouting the United States as a potential market to expand her company's operations stateside, the fact that there might be missing family that she wants to reconnect with also adds to the importance of her job/ vacation into Sanctuary.

Biography:
Candra's story actually begins way before she was born. The Gunawan family were some of the first people to rise up against the Dutch when the country declared independence in 1945, Their family's great-grandfather, Suryo Gunawan, was a veteran of the war of independence, a war of great suffering and atrocities, but a war the Indonesians ultimately won. Even now, in the old family house, lies some pictures of the family's great-grandfather brandishing stolen Imperial Japanese weapons the Indonesians pilfered once the Japanese pulled out of the country after their defeat. Really, in some ways, the Gunawans were patriots for the country in every sense of the word.

But then came 1965, the year when the Gunawans endured unimaginable suffering as the military dictator Soeharto rose to power in the aftermath of a Communist coup. The Gunawans were, predictably, staunch supporters of the Indonesian National Party and espoused some left-wing ideology, in some ways bordering on the ideology of the Indonesian Communist Party, and the fact that the patriarch of their family was a national hero made them pretty well known in the local community, so when the dictator Soeharto caught wind of this, the police and military swarmed the family house, and of course, the houses of anyone espousing clear left-wing ideology, their great grandfather suffered greatly under the treatment of the military, and some members of the family were taken and never seen again.

At this point, some members of the Gunawans fled, fearing continued persecution from the military government, to the United States. At that point, the Gunawans were split in two, the ones that stayed in the country, and the ones that fled to America in search of a better future.

And it was in that flashpoint that Candra was born, named Candrawati Gunawan by her mother, she grew up hearing stories about her great grandfather, and how their family was split in two, she heard stories about the great battles her father fought against, and the betrayal under the Soeharto regime her family has to endure. While the Gunawans were not particularly wealthy, the fact that their most notable family member was so clearly betrayed by the country he helped to defend left a scar that never left the Gunawans ever since, Government forces not only took their family members away, but also took a significant portion of their assets along with them, what little savings they have, their newly bought car, and other things they suspect might be as a result of 'suspicious earnings'. The family never got those seized assets back.

Her childhood therefore was particularly harsh, with her family having to make some really tough decisions in order to get her through grade, middle, and high school. Consequently, when President Soeharto announced his resignation in 1998 following mass protests over the deteriorating economic condition, the entire family cheered, Candra herself included.

Candra made a decision at that point to reconnect her American family with her Indonesian family and swore to make enough money to make that journey to the United States and track down the Gunawans who fled, if only to touch base and perhaps convince them to visit Indonesia sometime in the future. she graduated high school at the top 5 of her class, managed to land a government scholarship to fully fund her education in business at the University of Indonesia, the country's premier educational institution, and interned at a rapidly growing real estate developer in the Jakarta region during her time studying for her degree. The woman consequently got offered a good position once she graduated, and she naturally took it, climbing the ranks rapidly, and quickly becoming the CEO at the age of 26. She has maintained the position ever since.

It was during her tenure as CEO that she managed to land a green card at the lottery system she always put money on once her first paycheck came in.

With her family's financial position secure (her older brother works in finance, and her younger sister works as a frequently commissioned artist). Candra decided that the time had come to find her missing family in the United States, guising it as a 1-year work trip, she hired a P.I beforehand to track down her family's whereabouts, and that eventually led her here to Sanctuary, officially as a real estate developer having an interest in building new housing in the rapidly growing town, but her real intentions being to track down her family that was separated after a very traumatic event.

Misc:
- Misses Indonesian food badly, the food in America just 'doesn't taste the same' per her words
- Knows Indonesian history in and out if you ask her, partly due to her family heritage and partly due to her studiousness
- Her company mainly builds highrises in the bustling Indonesian cities of Jakarta, Bandung, Surabaya and Palembang, although their portfolio includes some single-family houses in the suburbs
- Rides a Mercedes Benz in Indonesia, specifically an AMG-GTS. She's bought an Alfa-Romeo Giulia as her go-to car when she's in the US.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Alright, I'll get a CS up and try to read up to this point.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Hey @The Muse. I've been looking at this RP, and I'm interested in joining, do you have space for 1 more character?

Beyond Nirvana - The God Eater Calamity

@Dead Cruiser@Mendicant Bias@Emeth@Martian@The Muse@Teyao

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The Japanese woman struggles to stand up as she saw Hachiman being dissolved into dust, she knows that things are only going to get more complicated from here once the gods have deduced what her group has done to the Japanese god of war, but that is a matter of later concern. She needs to tend the wound in her abdomen and direct the group to further walk toward the objective. “Hey, uhh, Illistriana san?” She asked the elven woman, the priestess of Lunara looking stunned as the group somehow manages to defeat a war deity. “Can you help me for a little bit here? I need some healing after that fight.”

The moon elf wasted no time coming to her aid and cast her healing spell, her left hand radiated with a soothing energy Mitsuko felt when she was fighting Hachiman, and soon enough the wound on her abdomen was quickly healed, the only signs that Mitsuko has been stabbed being the torn piece of clothing right where the sword pierced her body. “You should be more careful Madame Mitsuko,” Illistriana told her. “That move was exceedingly reckless of you and could get you killed! I couldn’t think of how we would navigate this… labyrinth of a city without your guidance Mitsuko.”

The gal could only smile at the moon-elf queen as she stretched her body to make sure she was still functioning. “I… appreciate that you’re taking care of me Illistriana, just don’t overly focus yourself on me and take care of the others okay?” Illistriana promptly nodded to the woman’s request. Mitsuko nonetheless appreciates that Illistriana cares about her though, there are not many people that cared about her until Amaterasu showed up and helped her rebuild her future. So it's nice to have people you can trust in this little party of hers.

“Alright!” She announced to the group. “We’re still gonna take the train tracks, this line should lead us towards Tokyo Station, and once we reach Tokyo Station, the Imperial Palace should be up ahead, where we will hopefully fight my evil alter ego deity. Let’s move!”

The journey afterward was pretty boring, Mitsuko looked at all the ruined buildings and skyscrapers that are inhabited only by the air and not much else. The woman felt a bit sad as she saw how Tokyo would look like if Humanity had gone extinct, all the fun things she has done with Amaterasu in the Japanese capital, all the life and mirth of the city, sapped away, leaving a concrete husk with nobody withering away, with nobody to witness its slow death. Such a tragedy really.

But then, just as Mitsuko was about to continue her journey, her head filled with thoughts of making this situation more lively than it is, she spotted something. And her eyes light up like the Christmas lights on a tree. “Cynthia! Shin’za! Sybil! Everyone!” She turned her body around. “Come here! Come here! Oh my goodness I didn’t expect this thing to still be here after all this time!”

The woman quickly sprinted into a platform of a long-disused station and approached a weird box-looking thing standing on its own, the years rusting away the metallic shell of the implement, but the woman knew that there should be something inside of it. “This is what we call a vending machine. It’s a sort of like… machine merchant where you insert coins or paper in these implements.” She pointed to the side, “and click the button below the drink selection.” She pointed at the buttons, “And voila! A drink dispensed!”

“But, since we don’t have currency here, I’ll just tear this implement apart and let you choose what drinks you have, consider this a… reward of sorts for successfully defeating Hachiman,” Mitsuko said, enchanting her fists with a spell before she punched the vending machine, tearing apart its outer shell and revealing the contents of its insides, a veritable selection of various drinks from jelly drinks, cafe au laits, and ramune. Mitsuko herself grabbing some water and a watermelon-flavoured drink and drank both. “Yep! It’s still not expired yet, grab anything you want! We probably won’t be resting for quite a while once we continue our journey.”

Beyond Nirvana - The God Eater Calamity

@Dead Cruiser@Mendicant Bias@Emeth@Martian@The Muse@Teyao

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Hachiman did not expect both Valentin and Cynthia to strike at him almost at the same time, the Dhampir was about to strike true to Hachiman when at the last moment, he parried the strike and launched a counterattack, using his Nodachi’s weight against Valentin, it was only through Cynthia’s spike attacks that Hachiman recognized the danger he was in, and quickly disengaged and pulled back.

He also managed to block the attack from the electric Katana too, making sure Cynthia’s strike landed squarely at his chest, at his well-armored, well-enchanted chest plate. The strike bounced and Hachiman managed to retreat, feeling a little bit buzzed from the electric spells imbued in the sword, but not looking worse for wear. it was only then, when he felt safest, that Mitsuko started playing her card. The war deity was barely recovering when a giant explosion from the ground erupted and engulfed the deity in a searing combination of pressure and heat, Mitsuko had been preparing a spell as Hachiman was fighting both Cynthia and Valentin, quickly casting the spell into the ground where Hachiman landed, and barely activating it on time before he could recognize the threat.

It was a risky play, but it seemed to pay off, as Hachiman seemed much worse for wear after the massive explosion cleared. The woman was about to nod off to Shinza to finish him off before she felt a sudden pain in her abdomen. She looked below and it seems that a sword has penetrated her left abdomen, the woman turned her head and saw Hachiman on the back of her. The man twisted his sword and the only thing Mitsuko could do is scream in pain, before Hachiman then pulled off his sword, the first thing she saw was the war god’s illusion spell wearing off.

“Fuck…” She said, dropping down to her knees as the man then clapped his hands at her. “I have to commend your skills champion of Amaterasu, you are calculating, smart, and a bit cunning, but I have seen this trick a million times, knock your enemy off balance and then cast something that will blast him off. Would’ve worked on me if I haven’t experienced it a million times before.”

Hachiman then raised his sword to the air, fully intending on cutting Mitsuko’s head off. “But now you must die, have a good trip to the afterlife woman. For I-”

And then Hachiman couldn’t move, glowing chains sprung out of the ground and forced the war god to be stuck in the same position.

“Ngh. Shin’za… Fire the shot!” She urged him. “And Cynthia, slice his head off!! Hurry before I run out of mana!!!”

The spell she’s casting is the most powerful binding spell Amaterasu has taught her, technically unbreakable as long as the user keeps pouring mana into it. This spell is a culmination of years of magical research and trial and error by the gods and the many mages in the OMR, in the event that they have to deal with a rogue deity. Mitsuko could only hope that the chains could hold him long enough for Cynthia and Shin’za to kill him off.