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Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

Just a few steps closer and her partner's desires crystallized, focusing not on the vampire but the red hood beside her. The nun's words were intoxicating and she drank deep from that well, her whale plushie straightening, it's surface taught with the pressure of violently whirling water that released a low keening 'Weeeee' sound the closer she stalked. Eyes electric in their intensity honed in on Riku. It was with reluctance she acknowledged her companions, her partner's rationale tempering it's lust for conquest.

"Ami, doesn't this cloaked girl give you a serious Light Magical Girl vibe? I want to punch a frown on her face just looking at it. Give me a hand, for old times sake, will ya'?" She called back, nostalgia coloring her tone with the gleeful savagery of their past days dominating Miso City. True, they hadn't been terribly close compared to herself and Touka, but the love of bullying ignorant Light Girls was universal in its appeal. "And hey, she even matches the description of one of thieves. It's practically a public service!"

The last word was a beastly roar, a dash having Kanbaru appear behind both Victoire and Riku, her whale whirling down and up in a launcher that heralded an arc of water to rise up and drill the thief princess into the ceiling.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

With her companion chosen by merit of being the least exhausted of the group besides herself, Lorelai and Ultana made the trek to secure life saving refreshments and far less urgent but no less important snacks. You never forgot your first time with tentacled sea creatures, living or otherwise, and Lorelai's heart soared at the prospect of providing an innocent youth a pleasant memory to cherish!

Of course she said as much to her partner in her quest, chattering the entire way there and the entire way back about every thought that flitted between her ears. Japanese politeness, which admittedly should have stopped her from being so verbose in the first place, would keep Ultana from snapping, but she would be spared the verbal onslaught as they drew closer to where they had left there party.

Bizarrely where she knew they where, Lorelai could see neither hide nor hair of them. Idly she thought it had been several minutes since she saw anyone walk either way along the trail. Clutching her armful of canned beverages closer she edged forward, hackles metaphorically raised. "They wouldn't have left without us. They could barely stand, let alone keep hiking without us..."

Skill point usage - 6 Total

Dragon Rage x2 - 4 Skill Points.
Second Wind - 2 Skill Points.

The Devil Hunter Agency

Rufus

A hand that summoned demons when slapped. If plants didn't do the same thing when bugs nipped at their leaves, Rufus would have thought it absurd. Though how a seemingly stone hand formed a symbiotic relationship with demons, he'll never know. Perhaps it was tired of humans slapping it on drunken dares and learned how to call demons to eat the humans? Well, Rufus wasn't paid to think about such things so he nodded towards the woman who must have been there the entire time, lounging on the couch with her presence concealed. He'd have known otherwise, restrictions be damned.

"Sure thing, drinks on the tap all around. Oh, I've always wanted to do this. Cool cat on the couch, just stay there and hold your hand like you're gonna grab a drink!" Rufus chortled, filling a heavy, handled glass till foam mushroomed over the lip and spilled with a torrent of snaps and fizzy pops. Setting it down upon the bar he reared his arm back before sliding it sharply towards the wall at terminal velocity for glassware. It filled him with glee to live out his inner Tapper dream and he already moved on to prepping a glass of rootbeer for 3 teenage looking demons and their human snack.

"Next one is to Flowers, followed by Boy Genius, Queen of Porcelain, and ending with BBQ. Remember, I'm not paid to clean up messes, so if you don't catch it, duck!"

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

While Lorelai wasn't exactly proficient with computers, even she knew how to get by enough to perform school work and research on it. Granted if she ever did more then that and looking at pictures of cats, she'd probably brick a computer from clicking targeted adds. So to hear Seirin had no idea whatsoever really solidified the image of a cloistered noble withdrawn from the world by responsibilities she was borne to without any regard for her own choices. No wonder she snuck away the first chance she got. Being told assassins where after her was probably what they told her since she was five to get her in bed on time.

Well, if there was a credible threat, Lorelai was confident they'd be a match for any thugs sent to rough up her pretty head.

While she was entertaining thoughts of righteous walloping, she looked back only to find half the group had collapsed, somehow tired from their leisurely stroll. Weird, maybe they can't handle the mountain air?

"Alright, I'll go get food for everyone. There will be more takoyaki then I can shake a stick at, and Helena knows that's an awful lot!" Came her nonsensical decree, eyes aflame with passion as she thrust out her hand, as though beckoning another soul to join her. "Since I have nothing to balance it on my back with, who shall lend me a hand carrying it back?"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

It was with a heavy feeling of Deja Vu that Kanbaru's view of an opulent if unappetizing theater hall was marred. A static hum drilled between her ears and television snow marred her gaze, her tenant's presence crushing her in a vice like grasp with...excitement. Yes, the feeling was more akin to a dog who'd just caught sight of a steak having fallen to the floor, sprinting headlong regardless of what all measure of reality said towards the contrary.

That Akiko and Ami relocated with her was more a surprise then finding herself in the throne room she'd originally hoped for. The host body didn't consider this her passanger's attempt to be helpful, especially as it tittered with barely restrained energy directed towards the room's occupants. Kanbaru squinted, plushied laid carelessly across her shoulder as she took in both Victoire and Riku.

"Hmm...yup, either of you seem the type to keep shirtless werewolf boy toys. I'm gonna guess the bunny on the throne, though, which either makes Little Red Riding Hood over here a thief, a guest, or the bunny's blood bag for when she wants to feel like a fresh lily and not a plowed field." Kanbaru summized bluntly, stepping confidently forward, hips swaying and eyes narrowing as she tried to hone in on her JSTR's desires. Fulfilling the desires of another, be they parasite or friend, felt like a lovely way to put a smile on Kanbaru's face. Now if only she could pick which one...

The Devil Hunter Agency

Rufus

Rufus could hardly finish one school girl before the incessant siren song of his latest acquisition grated one too many nerves. Licking his fingers of the mess her turned, taking in the mason jar tinged a light yellow from the fluids therein and saw the sliver of arm encrusted in singing rock. He could have sent it into a volcano but in spite of losing a hand to it, the rock was a delightful mystery for the bum to unravel. He looked at his hands, one chapped and scuffed while the other was pristine new flesh, an incongruity that brought a smirk to his lips. "A whole body for a hand? Hardly a fair trade, but have to be sporting."

If he didn't play by the rules, what was the point of playing at all? May as well leave the dimension. In the spirit of such he snagged up his Jarate and tucked it into his cloak. He closed his eyes, hunched over in his cardboard fort of connected boxes and let the song fill his mind.

"Destination set. Hmph, would have been convenient if not for the exploding bit." An effort of will and there was no floor beneath him, the skein of reality pinched together and the Demon now sat upon a rather dreary bar. Opening his eyes let him see the entire bar....because he'd come down on the wrong side and was staring into a wall length mirror. Rolling with it he hopped down, finding himself on the bartender's side and snatching up a pint glass that was shoved beneath the nearest tap.

"How do you folks do? Can I get you anything on the house? I ain't the house so it's no skin off my bones, Oh ho!" The demon chortled, eyes skimming across the small gathering, noting the continued trend of demon's looking like ageless youths...and a Demon Hunter. "Huh, strange to see a Hunter here. What, are you looking to become a Feeder and thought someone here would help?"

He didn't sound bothered by it, already sliding a drink towards the only designated driver in the room and moving to polish a glass with a rag he just happened to find.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Lorelai was blessedly oblivious to most social graces that contradicted being friendly and forward with people, but she was getting a sneaking suspicion that Otis was just plain oblivious. She might have even had a complaint if he hadn't managed to reform a semblance of her impressive braid without snagging her hair, a feat even her father couldn't have taken, all calloused hands and tugging strokes as he was. Deciding to let it go, especially as the young lady had seemed to answer him with aplomb, the blonde rose fully with a shrug.

"Oooh, I'd love to have a guide for a trail tour. Fresh air and packed dirt beneath my feet, just the way I like to spend my day." She crowed, dreamily clasping her hands beneath her chin and swooned with exaggerated glee. "And if we have time after we can go souvenir hunting. Imagine all the cool shops they must have here, oh, and the street food too. You can't even find a takoyaki cart back around Silvergate."

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

It was sheer over confidence that had Kanbaru ignoring her surroundings to chat with the Akiko. Truthfully she'd have been overjoyed if boy-toy over yonder had deigned to attack her personally and given Kanbaru an excuse, but tossing a feral dog of thorn and bramble was far less spurious an offense. She turned in time to see it split down the middle, either half passing to the sides while she was left with only a few strands of bone white hair ruffled.

Then, soundlessly, a hand slapped her, driving her chin towards her collarbone. She yelped, staggered, and ultimately righted herself with a sheepish look cast towards her spectral partner. "Come on, it's not like I don't have you looking out for me. Cut me some slack, please~?"

She didn't expect a verbal answer, not did she mind if the others thought her crazy when there was still a slice of the floor missing. What did catch her interest was Garou directing them to the Castle Lady's chambers, no doubt offloading his work onto us while making their group someone else's responsibility to look after. How very typical of a canine, in Kanbaru's opinion. "Such a lazy creature. If he didn't have those abs I'd think he slept all day, every day."

Snorting in dismissal she trotted past him, a spark of excitement in her eye to find the source of this commotion and brew up some more interest then what creatures of vine could provide. And hey, a castle like this had to have a throne room, so if nothing else she'd steal a very comfy chair for her room at the inn. "Is it this door? I think it's this door. Hello door!"

Perhaps she didn't need to enter the door by smacking it with her plushie, but the novelty of a weaponized whale plushie was far from running its course for her.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Seirin's youthful spirit dazzled Lorelai, the sunflower opening as the rabbit emerged from her hole and reveled in the sunlight of freedom. Even Rodrick and Helena were loosening up, feeling free enough to bicker as they had only come to do after days of settling in with the student group. "You've got nothing to apologize for. Friends don't apologize, they just keep on enjoying each others company."

"Though you shouldn't sell wonderful Nippon short when it comes to mythology and history. Arcanis doesn't have an Orochi, and I've yet to hear a tale as tragic as Tamamo No Mae's....though I guess I could do to read more." The blonde faltered, twisting a finger beneath her chin as she tried and failed to recall any really fanciful story from Arcanis, being rather busy. "But hey, who needs to hurl lightning when we had kooky Nobunaga! My family is tied back to the Dutch settlers who fought against that violent uprising in Shimabara, and we've got all sorts of personal accounts passed down from the liberation of Hara Castle. Really captivating reads, I'd love to show you sometime. Let's exchange phone numbers and emails so we can talk more."

Good thing she had practice with the blacksmith, his sister, and about half a dozen associated family members and apprentices who she couldn't pass up a chance to have lunch with while the Muramasa scion hammered away at the Yato.

"Oh, and we should change your profile a bit. Make it harder for those suits to spot you. Hmm....oh, I know!" She chirped, reaching back for her braid and the ribbon tying it together at the end. A tug began the cataclysmic unraveling of her hair, a sharp breeze pulling it sidelong and smothering Otis in a wave of golden strands. "Here, wear this like a hairband and they won't spot your beautiful hair in a crowd."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

The very last thing Yeshua wanted to do was go out and confront another GMG knowing the MFF was already engaged, scrambling about like the locusts they were. A spike of primal resentment struck her like a thorn caught underfoot, a minor annoyance that she couldn't shake free and disturbed her with its incessant presence. No sooner could she clear her mind to focus upon the present did she then recall the sight of her caged sister and bristle with a toxic animosity that sickened her.

She was a nice person. Yeshua doesn't hate people. But the seed of resentment was taking root and her heart felt like a heavy weight hanging from her neck as she followed Diva off the invisible carrier. The flight down was smooth in her enlarged monster form, a spinning shell of air currents raised in advance for when the sneaky MFF tried to shoot them down.

A precaution she felt validated for seeing them scurrying in force to try and curtail Diva's psychotic sister. Perching herself on a building above Hyperfang she flicked her gaze between the sisters and the tightening cordon of MFF. Flexing her wings, feather's shot off all around her, swiftly pulled into the wind barrier to form a physical element in case she needed to absorb something not easily redirected, like a high powered laser.

"It's been a long day, so I suggest you sisters take this down to normal size and hash things out elsewhere. Unless you really want the MFF to snatch you both up when your two tired to resist."