Psyker Landshark

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Iraleth's glare shifted from the professor to both Otis and Hildegunde in turn for their oh-so-helpful suggestions. She didn't have the time to chastise them, however, before Alto spoke once more. It very much didn't help her mood. Being "better than the Shaktans" amounted to precious little in the end. Congratulations, this was ever so slightly less barbaric than how they trained their mages.

Nonetheless, the paladin redoubled her focus on healing and finished mending Davil's ribs, affording him a brief nod before the reality of the current situation forced her to rise and turn around. She drew her sword, Otis's commands registering in her mind as she assessed the situation. Despite her misgivings towards the Strigdae, Iraleth was forced to acknowledge that his grasp on tactics was sound, and she couldn't particularly find fault. She'd comply, then.

"Understood. Moving to engage."

The plated half-elf strode forward towards the trio of spear-bearing mannekins, barking her incantation in reverse as Otis mentioned. Holy light surrounded her blade, and she gripped the hilt with both hands, delivering a mighty cleave aimed to smash through the haft of all three spears, her magic widening her swing. Invoking her Ethos would make things far easier, but this wasn't the only bit of combat she would have to engage in today. There was still Ciara's inane obstinance to deal with this evening.

Iris Ascendis

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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

God in void, was everyone involved in combat operations on this planet an insufferable prick? Salvator bit a curse back as the incessant infoshare requests damn near flashbanged him with how many suddenly popped up in his HUD. The actual message wasn't much better, but the urgency was understandable considering the delays and the resistance the other team appeared to be facing.

"Solid copy, we have control of the artillery piece." Salvator confirmed over comms, making the effort to remain professional through his growing irritation. "Moving to comply now, hold tight."

Considering the pushy bastards outright breached the squad comms and their own personal data receptors, he even made the extra effort to warp straight to one of the command consoles controlling the artillery piece. Of course, even that amount of hurrying didn't stop the goddamn ungrateful little local shit from barking his own orders out.

"We're on it!" Salvator called out in response, barely refraining from gnashing his teeth. "Inputting targeting data now." He started typing away at the console, allowing himself a brief roll of the eyes under his faceplate as the other team stated the obvious. Of course they weren't letting the locals into their private comms, that was idiotic. That said...

Salvator shifted his gaze briefly, inputting a marker on his HUD to transmit to the squad.

"Echo, have the microform input the data for the second target into the other console, it'll make this go faster. Ilshar, double back and cover our wounded. The locals aren't going to do a damn thing for them if they're this ungrateful."

He shifted to typing with one hand for a brief moment, the other going up to his HUD's AR display to reencrypt their comms with a new key. It wouldn't do anything for the team they were already infosharing with, but hopefully it'd lock the locals back out.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Zhao Jinhai

He shrugged at...what was the kid's name, again? Ah, fuck it. Didn't matter. Wasn't like there was anyone else to get in the way of just continuing to call him that right now.

"Simulation's fine. Beats going through forms again. Your pick, then? I don't really give a shit what head we're busting in."

Jinhai kept his sheathed sword at the ready, cheerfully whistling a nonsense tune to himself as the training room started to load up a simulation. Technology sure was something. In comparison, he'd spent most of his youth sparring with other trainees and senior monks, plus a few hunts against low-rank Anomalies while being babysat by the seniors. If he'd had access to this sort of thing back in the day? Shit, this kind of practical training would've made him unstoppable by now.

The stone statue finished materializing, and he had just enough time to look between it and his sword dubiously. In real life, the blade would be useless against a rock of all things. But as he understood it, even though it'd feel like hitting stone, it wouldn't actually be. Meant he could keep the advantage of a longer reach.

The former Triad unsheathed his blade, tossing the scabbard to the side as he took up a miaodao stance from his piguaquan training, holding the katana with both hands. The sword was similar enough to the ones he'd trained with that any difference wasn't much of an issue, though he'd bitch about it all the same later. Fucking Japan.

Qi blazed around Jinhai's form for a moment before he burst into action, whirling around the falling fists with a sidestep and transitioning the momentum into a spinning slash.

"Keep up, kid! I'll get it occupied!" He yelled, the blade slamming down to practically try to split the samurai statue's helm in twain.

@PKMNB0Y

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Iraleth frowned at both the professor's words and Davil's response. She should intervene, but she didn't know how to. If she knew how to extend her barrier to Davil, she would. A minute passed in which Iraleth couldn't think of a solution, and she resigned herself to Davil's fate, murmuring a quick prayer under her breath for his well-being. He was overeager and overbearing, to be certain. But that didn't mean he deserved grievous injury.

"F̶͉͗̊̀̔å̴̡͖͖̝̓͘ĺ̶̖̳̗̌͝k̷̝͍̺͚͙͋̆͒̽̕r̵̢͙͖͙͝i̶͍͘s̷̻͚͔͌̂̈̔, I invoke."

Everything turned bright, and Iraleth took a moment to evaluate the area once the flash had faded. That moment didn't last long, as Davil's pained screams confirmed her fears. She shot Professor Alto a withering glare for his seeming nonchalance at the situation before nodding to Ciara.

"Of course I can. Not as well as a dedicated cleric, but it should be enough to stabilize him." She confirmed to whatever the girl was, before striding forward and gently nudging Chloe aside.

"Move. I'll provide triage." Iraleth knelt down, joining Chunji as he began diagnosing her. His arm was obviously broken. Ciara wasn't wrong when she noted that Davil probably had injured ribs in some way. She'd focus on that first, then.

"Davil. I'm going to begin mending your ribs. The process may bring relief, but hold still until I say to move, otherwise you risk complications." Holy essence began to pool at the fingertips of her gauntlets, and she laid her hands over the boy's chest. Healing magic began to flow through him, the conceptual essence of mending being channeled.

A bead of sweat poured down Iraleth's brow as she continued to channel.

"Chunji. Otis. If you two can heal, handle his arms. The ribcage will take up most of my attention and ability. Healing magic was never my forte outside of immediate first aid."

@AThousandCurses @Estylwen @ERode

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

Silje's declaration had Kalina looking up from her phone. What was she talking about now? A glance over in the direction Silje was vaguely waving towards revealed a story very different from what she was painting it as. From the looks of it, Tony was being outright accosted by the locals. He could handle himself, sure. But the whole point of being a squad was that he wouldn't have to. Might as well go provide some backup.

"Even I can tell that's not friendly, you know." Kalina said dryly to Silje, already starting to march over. "Sit tight, don't escalate unless they do."

Kalina barged into the store, shoving the door aside. Unlike Tony, she hadn't quite bothered to make much of an effort to look like a civilian, her armorweave jacket obvious over her business casual wear. The pistol strapped to her thigh didn't help, either. She gave a dead-eyed stare towards every civvie in the store, her arms folded.

"There a problem?" She asked cooly, her voice even. Really, all these people were of age to enlist. There was a damn war on, what were they even doing just lazing about this hole in the middle of nowhere? Another one of those things she just didn't get.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Zhao Jinhai

The alarm on his phone rang, but he was already up. It was a habit he'd held since the temple: wake up earlier than designated so the monks in charge wouldn't have a reason to get on your case. He'd never quite kicked that feeling. Instead, Zhao Jinhai sat cross-legged in the middle of the fancily-padded cell they called a dormitory, and meditated. Find one's center. Attain utmost emptiness. Maintain utter stillness. Focus. And...

Form fists.

Qi flared around his frame, and Jinhai smiled to himself briefly. Enough training of the spirit. He may as well move on to training the body.

His stomach rumbled.

Right, after breakfast, then. Maintaining his spiritual energy did tend to take a toll on the body. He rose from his meditative pose without protest, moving to get dressed and get on with the day. Good thing that his minders at least let him keep his suits. Likely because it meant he'd comply with the dress code. Wasn't hard to when the Italians made him look so damn good.

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Breakfast was quick and easy: rice, miso, and fish in the on-site chow hall. What he wouldn't give for some fucking youtiao or jianbing, but that was the price of getting his ass caught in Japan and not back home. Still, now that he had just enough food in him to not keel over during a workout, time to get to training.

Jinhai quickly found that someone had already beaten him to the training facility, though. Right, the new kid with the bow. Well, newer. It'd been a minute or two by now. The one with...some crap about being an entertainment personality? Jinhai grew up in a temple, it took him a year just to get used to phones and shit. Wasn't like he was all that attuned to that sort of nonsense. Last time he'd tried watching TV, he'd regretfully come to the conclusion that the monks had been on to something about the material world. And wasn't that just a crying fucking shame to prove them right?

"Yo," He raised a hand casually, the other clutching a sheathed blade from the armory. "Room for one more, kid? Didn't think I'd see someone else here this early. Crusty old bastards where I grew up would've liked you."

@PKMNB0Y

We Aren't The Hero's Party - Fanrasy Anime RP (Cancelled)

Yeah, sure, put me down as interested

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Renar was well enough acquainted with cheating at cards to almost instantly recognize that the two storied knights before them were doing so blatantly. His respect for them shot up accordingly. It was tiresome hearing of perfect legends that could do no wrong. The fact that they were so very much mortal men like the rest of them, barring this preservation in the Knight Witch's memories, made him think just slightly better of them.

The Bastard of Brias sat, briefly noting to himself that...Gretchen, was it? Had evidently the same idea as him. Even if it didn't work. That was fine. He wasn't expecting to win the first few hands. Not until the odds were evened somewhat. Nonetheless, he put his literal poker face on, settling back into a casual smirk as he looked over his hand. Not the worst, and he'd need a straight to do any better. Still, perfect information didn't quite work when one knew how to obfuscate such.

Renar started obnoxiously shuffling his hand, rapidly flicking through cards one after the other while his fingers concealed most of their backs anyway.

"The game is afoot. May the most...clever player win."

@Octo @HereComesTheSnow @Raineh Daze

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"A spring festival." Iraleth responded to Chunji's inquiry, seeing no harm in doing so. She slammed a fist into the smoke, nodding as it failed to find purchase upon flesh. "Meant to celebrate the end of winter and the beginning of the planting season."

The door to the classroom opened, and Iraleth glanced over to behold multiple Mannekin walking into the room and...taking a seat? Controlled by Bronsteel again, or someone else? The explanation as to why they were here didn't engender confidence. More competitive shenanigans? As if the entrance examination and segregating the students into teams wasn't bad enough. She would have to ask the High Bishop exactly what was going on here should she ever have the opportunity. Did he approve of this method of forging heroes, or was this the faculty's brainchild?

And then the explanation went further.

"...Is it school policy to engage in constant, reckless endangerment?" Iraleth couldn't help but exclaim incredulously. "I don't speak out of concern for myself, but others." She kept her stare level, refusing to stare in Davil's direction. He didn't need that embarassment, even if she was speaking on his behalf.

Nonetheless, her piece said, Iraleth focused and prayed once more, her Personal Barrier manifesting around her with a soft light. That done, she looked over towards Otis. What was he playing at?

"I have no desire to owe you any debts." Iraleth told the Strigdae bluntly. "But for others, you think it best to offer them a sword at this moment and not a shield?"

@AThousandCurses @ERode