Psyker Landshark

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

Would that they didn't have a job to do. For some reason, Kalina found the sight of the Petrified Forest fascinating, especially when the crash was adding a good deal of flame and ruin to the whole picture. There was probably something profound to say about it, but there also wasn't any time for that when she was on duty.

While Morden and Valerie started investigating the area, Kalina took the same track as Gerard and began checking the bodies scattered around the area. She searched through two. A half dozen. A dozen. The results were...strange.

The majority died of obvious causes: burns or trauma indicative of the airship crash. But no small few were full of bullet holes, of all things. A boarding attempt would explain why the airship suddenly went down over Rassvet airspace. Or, judging from the fact that most of the uniforms were similar, a mutiny. How curious. She wasn't going to complain about Vangar soldiers killing each other, though. If only they all did.

A hacking cough from deeper in the wreckage drew Kalina's attention, and she rushed towards the source of the sound, her gunblade materializing in one hand. By the time she cleared the wreckage, she'd found the cause:

This old veteran looked like he was barely holding on, his left leg looked burnt to all hell, and a trio of smoldering holes in his chest suggested he was shot by something closer to a lightning bolt than a bullet. His sternum raised slightly and elicited a rough wheeze as the Kali approached. As Kali checked his pulse, the eyes shot open- a glowing grey; the telltale insignia of a Vangar Royal Knight- that or overexposure to the Mist. The man jerked forward, his arm suddenly grabbing at Kali with a vice grip stronger than steel.

“The Princess..!” He wheezed, his eyes darting back and forth for a moment, almost as if they were seeing through the woman, searching for something, before they rolled back in his skull. The grip released and the man collapsed in Kali’s grasp, his last breaths weak and haggard.

Kalina frowned as the old man gave his last words, rising and turning away from him without any more care for the fresh corpse. Justice was right, then. This was the ship that princess from the news was on. Kalina might not have truly cared about the political mess this was, but she knew enough that it would draw undue attention to Barghest Squad for finding this in the first place. In other words, a headache waiting to happen.

She regrouped with the others, her weapon still in hand.

"No survivors. Most of them died from the crash, but there were bullet holes in a few. Boarding attempt or mutiny, probably the latter." Kalina reported crisply.

"One of them was still breathing when I found him. Old. Might've been a Royal Knight, judging from the eyes. Cause of death looked like magic, and he muttered something about a princess before he expired. Looks like you were right on the money about the princess, Boss." She nodded to Justice, seeming completely unaffected by the sight of a man dying in front of her eyes. Or over any of the corpses, really.

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Shinozaki Yurie

Thankfully, the talking blue sperm cell with legs decided to shut up for the rest of the walk over to this village. She watched...Impmon interact with that Melody girl with a slight smirk, taking some solace in knowing it wasn't just herself that had to deal with some overgrown AI being an asshole.

They entered the village, and Yurie blinked in surprise. A bunch of...talking, hopping heads. What the fuck. She looked down towards Marauder.

"Y'know, I thought the way you looked was really unfortunate, but compared to them? Shit, you actually got a good deal."

"Ignorant cretin. We all look like that in our earliest evolutionary stages." The Gaossmon spat, though he notably didn't refute being better off than them. "For all intents and purposes, they are newborn."

"Huh." She tilted her head, barely registering the insult this time as she considered new information to devour. Whatever she was going to say next was cut off by Isaac's question. Yurie glanced back down towards Marauder again, waiting to see if he'd offer another answer. When none was forthcoming, she decided to take a stab at it.

"I was thinking about that too. If this world's actually digital, might be that mon's basically a filename extension. You know, .mon? Could just be literally that. Better question is, why's whoever running this a total weeb? For everyone besides Azuma-san, their names just translate to gramps and grandma."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Current Roster:

• Galahad Caradoc
• Ranbu no Izayoi
• Arton Yule
• Ciradyl Ianthyra
• Éliane Laruelle
• Esben Mathiassen
• Miina Malina
• Rudolf Sagramore
• Robin Fey

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Iraleth wiped a bead of sweat off her brow as they emerged from Otis's Door. Lending him so much strength had winded her ever so slightly for the moment, but it was nothing she wouldn't be able to recover with a bit of rest. Compared to the previous day's expenditure of invoking her Ethos at full strength for nearly an entire hour, it was a drop in the bucket.

Still, rescuing Davil proved one thing: Professor Alto had been wrong as to Davil's safety. Again. Really, one could assume the man was deliberately trying to get him killed at this point. The alternative was ignorance, and considering how much Alto seemed to know of ley lines, that boded extremely poorly should it hold true.

The half-elf accompanied Otis back towards 103, an eyebrow raised in judgement at his choice of dragging Davil, chains and all. It was true that it was likely best for Davil to not move so much under his own power until he was treated at the clinic, but this manner of movement still risked some sort of injury for someone with broken ribs not too long ago.

She kept an eye on Davil as Otis questioned the professor, waiting for him to finish before looking back towards the Strigdae.

"Otis." Iraleth said flatly, her arms folded across her chest. "If you'd care to release him?" She gestured towards Davil. "He still needs medical attention. If I must, I'll take him to the clinic myself."

@ERode

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

Great. The warform wasn't at peak capacity, and that was just about their best method of actually putting this thing down. All things considered, the others weren't wrong: best to try to cripple it and call in evac.

On the bright side, close analysis of the first salvo against the mech revealed some weaknesses they could take advantage of: it wasn't as well-protected against kinetic rounds, which most of the squad were using anyway. They were managing to do damage to it, and from the looks of things, to the important bits as well. Evac wasn't a hopeless endeavour after all.

The walker began firing its thrusters, and Salvator used the brief reprieve for himself in getting back behind cover and focusing his semi-powered armor's subsystems fully into scanning it. Data began transmitting across the tacnet to every other member of the Envenomed squad, highlighting the mech's shielding not protecting against ballistic fire, as well as the cameras mounted atop the shoulders and head. Most importantly, he pinpointed the antenna on its back that was the most likely source of the communications blackout.

"Tactical analysis sent, it should be showing up on your HUDs. Taking out the cameras and the gun ought to stop it from being able to shoot down our evac, and if we put enough rounds into the back antenna, we should be able to call that evac in. Take what shots you can against any of those priority targets, but not at risk to yourselves. We're making it out of here alive."

With that said, Salvator crouched down and activated his camo cloak, blending in with the environment around him as he slowly wove his way around the edge of the combat zone to draw a bead on the back of the mech. Acquire the target. Line up a shot. Fire on the antenna. He flicked the fire selector on his carbine to full auto and began firing in controlled bursts, putting as much firepower into the antenna as he could fire accurately.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Zhao Jinhai

So that's what was going on. A singular spectre was behind everything. Made things far simpler, at least. Exorcise that one, and this whole operation came crashing down. Good thing the whole crew was united, then. It'd make this easier.

Too bad he didn't really want this to be easier now. A chance for a duel against a genuine samurai ghost, and it was going to be marred by the likelihood of everyone ganging up on it. Well, that and the fact that Jinhai didn't exactly have a sword right now. Truly, his will wasn't in harmony with the universe right now. The more he tried to force this, the less chance that it would happen.

Case in point, the freak of nature that was Teratoma surged right on ahead before he had the chance, moving to engulf the ghost warrior in one move. The former hitman sighed, raising his pistol with a twirl. So it wasn't to be for now. He could live with this, but he wasn't going to be happy about it. Maybe he'd get his shot for a duel if Teratoma screwed the pooch on this one. For now, he started sighting up rising ashigaru and emptying his pistol into them before they could interfere.

Really, it was complete bullshit they ever kicked him out of the temple. Here he was, following Laozi's philosophies to a tee. If only the Wudang could see him now...

"So once we're done here, any chance we can hit a restaurant in the area before we head back? Getting real sick of cafeteria food. Hot pot'd be nice. Or spicy ramen. Seriously, I'd kill for anything unhealthy at this point." He commented idly to no one in particular, just whoever was next to him at the time.

Iris Ascendis

Yeah sorry, I sorta lost track of time, post is up

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Frankly, she had no idea what Otis was doing. Or what to do, in this case. Her training had always focused on more...physical applications of essence. That said, it didn't mean she wouldn't try. Iraleth left Chunji where he stood, striding up behind the Strigdae.

A glance at whatever Otis was trying only revealed that it wasn't something she'd be able to replicate. But that was fine. She didn't need to. She reached out, a gauntleted hand gripping Otis's shoulder.

Whatever she lacked in knowledge of magical theory, Iraleth still had might to spare. Even with an overcharged leyline to empower him, that only lent energy. Not strength. Her prime essence cut both ways, and through direct contact, the paladin allowed the scholar to temporarily inherit her sheer force to bolster his efforts.

Moreover, Iraleth's aura further empowered her, and through her, him. Unbeknowst to her, if there was one thing Otis was sure to believe in about the half-elf, it was raw strength. The feedback loop created by this lent greater divine might towards the effort, contributing towards the endeavour to outright rip Davil out.

@ERode @AThousandCurses

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

From Talderia? Curious, but it wasn't his business to look into it further. Still, it lent credence to the more-than-likely theory that Merilla was a Witch in truth. Capital letters, at that. This entire realm was a strong argument for that already, but association with that blighted hellscape was something of a giveaway.

"Curious, but ultimately, the matter doesn't intersect with my own business." Renar gave a callous shrug, starting to follow along with the two founding knights. "On to lunch. The two of you are the hosts here: feel free to make a decision as to where we eat."

As they walked, one last question came to his mind.

"Edwin. Why bother having a copy of Steelfang? Can Merilla not replicate the original's enchantments within this realm?" Of course, that line of thinking would imply that she was borrowing the blade from whereever it was kept within the real Candaeln.

@Raineh Daze

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Rumi Fujou

Speaking in mundane terms, Sako really was just like any other third-rung city in Japan. Dull, drab, and rapidly bleeding youth and talent to Tokyo. Still, it had its charms. Like affordable, quality sushi.

Rumi finished her last serving of mackerel and made to pay the bill for her dozen or so plates of conveyor belt sushi, walking out of the restaurant not long after. Truly, she'd missed some of the comforts of Japan. Anything of similar quality in London would have costs magnitudes more. And she'd complained about that often...to...

She pursed her lips. Best not to think of it again. Beatrice had made her decision. She wasn't worth the time or effort spent thinking about her. Instead, Rumi slipped her overcoat on and started making her way through the streets again.

"Assassin." She murmured through the magical link binding them. "I'm almost to the church now. Discover whether there are any other Masters around and then return to me, preferably while sane. There's little reason to alert the overseer while we deal with this farce."

Rumi wasn't exactly enthused about having to register her participation, of all the utter inanities thought up by the ones behind this system. Especially not as the master of Assassin, of all things. Best to just be done with this quickly, preferably without anyone else discovering her participation. Unlike the majority of Clock Tower magi, she knew when to stay under the radar.

@Eisenhorn