Lonewolf685

The Hunter's Club

@Tomaru

@Lonewolf685 I love the story of her family technically is not breaking their vow by pretending their supernatural powers are just an illusion. The shadow ability, though, needs some tweaking. By the sound of it, everything in her shadow is under her control. That's too much. It's fine if it has a disorientating effect on the enemy, or even if you want to choose certain effects, but outright control is a no-go. Stabbing a crossed shadow to inflict damage is cool, though, and that ability is acceptable. Just be warned that she can't go too overboard flaunting her sky-walk in public. If humans start asking questions, the hunters will start asking questions, and that's no good.

@Tomaru

I've reworded it so it's clear she's not puppeting anyone, just tricking their senses with flickering shadows for faux-movement and deeper shadows to misjudge the area around them. The idea of control was something I wanted, but not in the telekinetic sense and more 'I have awareness of what is around me while I deprive you of your confidence. Therefore, I control the situation'.

I'd almost added in that she can cut shadows apart to cleave through enemies but figured keeping the theme of blunted scabbards pummeling youkai was more cohesive. That, and leaving room for growth is nice.

The Hunter's Club

Kuroyuri, Sakurai

Kuroyuri Sakurai

Age: 17 | Female

Backstory:

Sakurai's family was one filled with laughter and the roar of seasonal fireworks. Hunters who plied their craft to the wonderment of the audience, performers reveling in the joy they brought more fervently then they would the hunts that follow. Most would treat them as charlatans sullying the good names of noble Hunters, almost flagrantly bucking their laws from the safety of sheer audacity, but the Kuroyuri never buckled to detractors.

The capacity for the normal world to apply mundane logic to supernatural matters was well documented, and made all the more prevelent when they were told it was all an illusion up front. Vagabonds, minstrels, and artisans alike make up the family, yet when the Hunt calls they ply their trade with no less good humor then they do in beguiling human crowds.

They weave the tales of their battles with Youkai into charming narratives; The singer who charmed the Tanuki from its liquor, the chef who humbled the kitsune with his prized udon recipe, and the dance with the orochi ending in the many headed serpent tangled in a knot being some of their favorites. Sakurai would watch these performance as spell bound as the mundane children, and then she'd be performing them herself as she matured.

Then the time came to begin making stories of her own, and she embraced the opportunity to learn with a vulpine smirk and a brazen air that was anything but traditional.

Ability::

Kamikage, All Shadows Yield to the Supreme: The control of shadows, the ephemeral existence prone to flight before the sun and obliteration in absolute night. What is caught in Sakurai's shadow is within her domain, their senses beguiled by shadows that flicker at the corner of their vision like phantom blades, or pool deeply at their feet to make them misjudge terrain. When her shadow crosses another, her awareness expands along the interconnected web of crossing darkness that persists in the face of light, bound to her power. It can't make things within her shadow physically move or exert tangible influence on her foes.

Techniques:

Shirokaze, Ascending up the Wind: Using a flair for acrobatics and the nature of her Heirloom to leap into the sky and run upon a cycling wave of swords to crash down upon Youkai from up high, reach the top shelf in the kitchen, or avoid the nasty commute in the morning. After all, no one looks up.

Kyotoryu, A Sword in Shadow Strikes Twice: When another shadow crosses her own, it is marked with a roiling aura that Ishi-Nii-San can strike to bypass the natural defenses and armors adorning it. An internal blow, sublime in execution and bittersweet in its passing.

Ikuze Nii-Sans, Rush of the Protective Elder Siblings: A bull headed rush with her Heirlooms in constant motion, either smashing or hurling them to keep a ceaseless pressure upon her foe, like a trio of big brothers defending their adorable little sister. Has a high chance of kicking up all encompassing dust clouds, sweat drops on foreheads, and a shout Baka!

Heirloom:

Ishi-Nii-San: A trio of swords that can never taste the blood of Hunter, Youkai, or human alike. Never leaving their scabbards yet never far from hand, the swords can float of their own power around their wielder, placing themselves within reach or remaining firm in place to offer a handhold to Sakurai, though they can't block an outside force without being in contact with Sakurai herself.

If they leave their orbit around Sakurai, the sword will remain inert till called back to her, allowing them to be thrown and recalled at wil.

Skills:

Sakurai can handle the pressure of addressing crowds, can handle a mob of hair pulling children, and is decent at sleight of hand though she never bothered to put that towards picking pockets. Knows where to get some affordable fireworks and have a good time in the summer months.

Limiter/Charm:

Her Heirloom takes the form of a key on the end of a necklace. Even in this form, the key fails to cut anything, even being unable to cut open a letter. Her limiter is the five petaled flower inked into her abdomen, looking inert while active and glowing as it releases her full power to the fore.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

The gathered humans were exceptionally rude for not pardoning Terrorkeat's sneeze, leaving the Kaiju to rub a claw under her nose as the bullets pinged off of her feathers and flattened themselves to her skin. The sensation was liking standing in a very heavy rainshower that was being blown sideways directly torwards her, something that was bearable but still an irritant. Worse yet, they were sending more of those missiles to pollute the air around her, no doubt part of some insidious scheme to make her sneeze herself senseless.

She was going to blow the whole slew of projectiles upwards and let the cloud cover diffuse the noxious payload safely overhead when an angry papercut smarted across her wing, the limb spasming and stretching outwards to alleviate the sting of Utena's blade.

I can't send her upwards, her lungs will go 'POP!' and then she'll go splat. Umm, oh! I know what to do! The GMG chirped excitedly, spreading her arms and wins out wide before pulling the air inwards as they curled tight around her chest, pulling Utena like a vaccuum into a kaiju's embrace as her wings curled over and around them in an shell of vibrant, hardened pinions. Not the comfiest way, but hey, at least I can blow the stink clouds away.

Even if from the outside it looked like she'd just crushed their field commander between her buxom before squatting down to lay an egg beneath the layers of her curled wings, she really did have the best intentions.

The Hunter's Club

Well I'm busy all weekend but I'd definetely like to stake a claim here in advance.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@Zelosse
Pop a CS here when you bring that moth girl together.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

Solanne's blatant frustration with this entire scenario, while also being so blaise as to be humorous, did hint at some familiarity between both parties. This also meant Emilia was playing coy just to get some twisted satisfaction from her foreplay, an effort Kanbaru could appreciate more if she weren't meant to be on the receiving end. Those kinds of shenanigans ended less with, 'and then we all collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs, exhausted but so very pleased with ourselves', and more, 'wailing for mercy as a stilleto heel grinds our clits into bloody pits of pain'.

"Ah yes, those would be ours." Kanbaru said as Emilia so helpfully told them she'd thought to purchase their sources of power and not let the slave trader pawn them off where they'd have no hope of finding them again. It would make recovering them a possibility, but if her hunch and that creepy look was anything to go by, the bluenette was less inclined to let Emilia dictate the terms if she had anything to say about it.

Which she didn't, being behind bars as she was with a power that wouldn't destroy the cage if she bothered to out herself as possessing magic beyond the system of tomes. That would end horribly if she didn't escape on the first try, and she'd seen enough hentai to know the mage had the most brutal and/or the most humiliating of bondage set ups to look forward to.

She wanted her Serei Card. She needed that Serei card, the unparalleled edge of the Cheater's Blade thrumming with intoxicating power as it slices through metal and stone without resistence. It was a feeble and petty desire that had her pulling against the chains to reach out for her purloined card-

There was no light. There was no sound. She felt no air in her lungs and no tactile brush against her skin. An instance of oblivion, of sheer and utter nothingness beyond comprehension that drove an ice pick into her skull and-

"Huh?"

Kanbaru was outside the cell, her hand against Emilia's treasures and her body...outside the cell. There was a sense of falling, but she drew a blank as to how she got from one spot to the other, no matter how short the distance. As confused as she was she knew it was an opportunity she couldn't waste, and the Henry card flashed before her.

Hair fading to the white of spider's silk, her adventuring attire sprang into being and she grasped keyblade and Cheater's Blade before her. A gate opened before the doorway and a very selective hammer shot out, folding the slave trader over the head and smashing him into the wall with a crack of shattered red stone.

"Well, you highness, I think the only one being bought is you today. And the price is a steal." Kanbaru said, holding the only sword with an edge to Emilia's neck while the other began to pour water to the floor, spreading across the room and up the bars of the cage against all efforts of gravity. "If you make it easy I'm sure you'll still get what you're looking for, though right now, I could enjoy a tussle after being cramped for the carriage ride."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

The GMG was alighting downwards from her ascent, wings popping in that glorious way when once stretches out the kinks after a long nights sleep. Or morning's sleep in this case, as she very much enjoyed the night life. Funny though, as Yeshua didn't remember waking up. Just a strong gust of a wind and then the feeling of falling from height.

Ah, must have fallen out of the hammock and spooked myself. Her gaze flicked away from the MFF, to the top of a skyscraper where her avian eye easily saw a hammock stretched between two antenna, one of which had bent at an odd angle and sent her tumbling off with ease. She winced, hoping her stuff was okay up there, but a very high pitched broadcast was having her turn down to face the approaching the military force.

Testing? Ooh, is that like an eye exam, or is multiple choice? I'm good at both of them! Yeshua would have said as such, but in her present state what came out was a shrill shriek and chattering that had windows vibrating in their frames and soldiers wincing for hundreds of meters around. It was so inconvenient not being able to talk as she was naturally. Otherwise they wouldn't given her that silly name that made her sound like a bad GMG.

The kaiju alighted upon the ground before Utena, still dwarfing her and the building she stood upon as she slowly reached a single claw towards the downcast blob of moe in armor. Handshakes were a near universal sign of agreement and even if she was too big for a whole hand, no one could misconstrue this, certainly.

She put on a smile as she drew closer, but a lingering puff of smoke wafted up her nose and it construed into a horrible expression bearing too much teeth before the unthinkable happened.

Terrorkeet sneezed, and feathers the size of planes and stuff as razors shot randomly from her plumage while her finger lurched forward to stab through the roof besides Utena, naturally taking the footing out from beneath her as concrete was crushed with the ease of butter under a warm knife.

Bleh, the air in cities is icky. God bless me...

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@Nate1008

You may have skimmed over the introduction, but it is important to know this is a Giant Monster Girl focused RP, thus the GMG, so going for the scary giant bug isn't keeping in with the general premise of the RP.

Given that the MFF is supposed to outnumber the GMGs and have tons of cool gadgets and explosives to try and bridge the gap between man and monster, your focus on a Queen Bee-esqe archetype might also not work very well, especially with such a limited range given its size and that the human forces would really have no issue sweeping them aside when they've already come geared to fight bigger and hardier prey.

I'd suggest re-reading the RP intro and considering if the RP is what you initially came looking for before continueing to work on the CS.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

Sleeping outdoors is rarely a good idea. Doing so in the buff, entangled in the limbs of two others while being within sight of the nearest road and on the border of a hostile country that was, by all account, a failed state in terms of its lawlessness, was anything but a good idea.

But putting aside all of that, they did find the pirate adventure that Rose always wanted. It just so happened they were the pirate treasure and not the buccaneers themselves. Which Kanbaru thought was a shame, as the three of them made for a dashing pair of buxom buddies if they could find some corsets and billowing long coats like Solanne's.

The chains were tight, frustratingly so and not in the fun bdsm kind of way. She could appreciate the company but even the bluenette wasn't in the mood to rub against Solanne when they were doing more then enough of that being bounced in the cage. With only cloaks for modesty they weren't being broiled under direct sunlight for the entire trip, a consolation likely only afforded to them so a grevious case of sun burn didn't turn off buyers.

Between her stint as a Magical Girl and her brief time in the Tower, being captured like this wasn't a familiar position, yet she had an expectation they'd be winding up on some sort of auction block and sold off to some rich fat bastard or violent looking warlord, then it was a simple matter of waiting for the chains to come off and some privacy for her to reveal her powers were far too internally ingrained to be removed just by taking her clothes and Serei cards.

Though I'll need to remember to find these guys and take my stuff back later. At least the clothes are easily summoned back, but the cards aren't that easy. Kanbaru thought, whiling away the time in the cage till things could progress. It wasn't like it would take long to find a buyer when the three of them were more fit and well figured then the average slave in a medieval setting.

Kanbaru would admit that when a buyer did show up, she was far from the bluenette's expectations. A princess with a coldness that would have had her Magical Girl self feeling chills run down her spine and a covetous gaze that conveyed some very perverse intentions for them. Her words only reinforced it with what Kanbaru would hazard to guess was some measure of approval.

I'm suddenly feeling a lot less confident of our ability to escape....but this is our best chance to stay as a group. If nothing else, this is going to be hot. Kanbaru thought, shelving any concerns as she sidled up close to Solanne, her breasts pressing animatedly to the red heads to draw the Princess' attention from Rose.

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd be delighted to be taken by your Majesty. You can understand given how we were found, we would dread to be parted in the chains of slavery. They look better in a set, a complete collection rather then scattered parts."

Lorelai

Lorelai had not been speaking falsely when she alluded to the openness of her relationship with Eleonor. They both had their foibles, and Eleonor did have a legion of maids who would renounce the prospect of ever claiming a spouse just for a single night in their Lady's chambers, so all parties were well sated. In short, it was not the walk of shame that Lorelai had made from Akiko's room after being brought up to speed on the events transpiring in her sleep.

Clad in her armor, she was pleasently surprised to find the bard had recovered the Relic in such a swift manner. For all her efforts the thief had elluded Lorelai, no doubt easily outmanuevering her and her armored entourage, but subtlty was never her area of expertise. It was shaping up to be a fine morning, one near certain to be marked by celebration with the cat eared bard being the recipient of much praise and ear rubs, only for word of a certain doll princess to douse her spirits and put steel to her spine.

Her gauntlet flung open the manor doors with a brutal clatter of wood striking walls, each succesive barrier met with a rising fury that nearly rose to the full use of her powers. Fortunately for her home, she ran out of entryways and emerged onto the front promenade before her fist could begin to leave splinters marring the halls.

The staff were preparing horses for a journey to the border but she waved them off, sending the steeds back to their stables as Durgan hunched upon the grass. Her attention turned to the group travelling to apprehend Emilia and she spoke with the hardened will of a knight rather then the soft spoken spouse or gushing fan of minstrel cats.

"We hunt a black hearted fiend of immense cunning and a casual disregard for the sanctity of the Imperium and its people. Emilia of Warovia has elluded justice for too long, and today we shall show her she is no noble. She is a worm, one I will see receive the full punishment she deserves for her monstrous ways."

Climbing atop the titanic beast, she settled into its custom saddle and offered back a hand for the rest to follow. "Time is of the essence, and while our horses are superb for navigating our Imperium's highways, there is no beast that can surpass Durgan and I riding as one. We shall shackle that fiend before she feels the breeze of our approach strike her false flesh."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

A maelstrom of missiles and rockets streaked the cityscape with claws of black smoke along their contrails, striking out against a towering giant of emerald and amethyst. Feathers bristled and grew outwards along her limbs as a bestial scream shook the tempered windows of Center City’s skyscrapers with the raw power of a GMG.

Terrorkeat raised her arms and thrust downwards, and despite all pretexts of gravity’s dominion over the universe, the Kaiju was whisked skyward contemptuous ease. The air in her passage bore a deceptive stillness till the first MFF missile came upon her former position, only to be swept skyward in a wild frenetic curl as a tunnel of hurricane force winds compressed itself into a Terrorkeet sized tunnel to rise above the clouds.

The errant missile did not last long and would pose no concern to the city as it was joined swiftly by dozens other such explosive armaments, and it only took one collision for the twister to erupt in a flash of heat and force that seared the retina with its brilliance. Like the lance of an angry god, this too was borne to the heaven’s and pierced the nimbus layer, revealing the Kaiju hovering in wait upon spread wings. She looked every part the fierce kaiju, even as her singed tail shed it’s blackened coating to slowly grow a fresh layer of green hair anew.