Raineh Daze

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

• Name: Jennifer Whittemore
• Age: 22
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Casual outfit. Rather on the light side, but it's not her fault that this country (or most) is too damn hot for her in the summer...
  She's a tiny girl, just under 4'9.
• Personality: Relentlessly laid back and upbeat, she doesn't really give the air of anyone who went through something as traumatic as a Warped attack, let alone barely survived it... although, that might be because she doesn't remember it at all. Although enthusiastic about trying new things, Jennifer is prone to getting distracted, and then going off to do something else... intentionally or not.
• History: Ordinarily, one would have expected this foreign-born and raised girl to have absolutely no involvement in the goings-on in the middle of Tokyo. Any involvement on her part should have been transient, a mere exposure to the Warped before she returned to being half the world away in safety. Nobody was likely to go scouring through every possible foreigner to find those who could potentially control a Chi-Mechframe. Jennifer's involvement was anything but ordinary, however.
  There were three outcomes to those injured in a confrontation involving the Warped. The most likely was just that someone got injured, but they avoided being infected by an Echidna, and were at the mercy of normal medical technology. The second was that they would be correctly infected while helpless, and go on to become one of the Warped. The least likely outcome would be the parasite launching an incorrect infestation and kickstarting the healing processes to the point that everything would heal normally.
  Jennifer is an example of someone who got incorrectly infested, but was simply too injured for even accelerated healing to fix everything. What it achieved was to turn extensive, fatal injuries into survival in a condition that simply shouldn't have been possible. Certainly, nothing that modern medical techniques could address with much hope of quality of life.
  Fortunately, this impossible situation brought with it the possibility of some uniquely experimental treatment. Instead of building a Chi-Mechframe as a completely external apparatus, why not repurpose as much of it into an internal one as possible? Not only would this vastly improve Jennifer's condition, it would allow a valuable opportunity for teasing out disparate parts of Chi-Mechframes into isolated components to help with future development and refinement.
  The obvious upshot of this was that the foreign tourist also became an unexpected immigrant to Japan, having to adjust to a very different environment, plus addressing the remaining language barrier. She's adapted surprisingly well, being an upbeat sort to start with, although having a rather low-intensity job as a 'research assistant' that mostly means 'okay, we need to use you as a guinea pig again' certainly helps.
  With things now moving and Tokyo being the target of major action against the Warped... well, it's handy, because it means she's still somewhere comparatively local, especially while transitioning from a more research-focused position to an active combat one. It's also handy because it means that she has plenty of time to actually pack her things up the four or five times needed to not leave anything behind.
• Skills: Jennifer's skills are somewhat... odd. Her basic reflexes and co-ordination are preternatural, bordering on the superhuman, but things that take use of that? Not so much. She doesn't do any sports, she's not an athlete, not even particularly good at manual tasks. Her post-Mechframe state is improved in a lot of ways from before. The flip side is that her memory seems to have suffered, although generally improving: when prompted, she turned out to have a surprising amount of baking experience... and no recollection of how or when she ever learned it. Her scholastic record is similarly spotty.
  She tends to keep a notebook on hand with names and descriptions, just because of having forgotten people a few times.
• Chi-Mechframe: Albion
  
  • Appearance: Armoured.
  • Abilities: Albion's construction is rather unique, given its wearer's circumstances, and a portion of its abilities are actually available constantly... although without the full system and regulation provided by the rest of the armour, this would be completely unnoticeable if it wasn't so unusual for even a full suit to have: flight. Flight and manoeuvrability without seemingly any particular consideration to aerodynamics or obvious generation of thrust. Of course, without the armour, it's not like it's any faster than a running pace, dimensional considerations aside, but with it...
    As a complete system, Albion is exceptional for its speed and agility, which is very handy when it's comparatively limited in terms of both the punishment it can absorb and its offensive options. Jennifer doesn't have any particular combat-related skills to utilise, and the Mechframe doesn't come with much in the way of normal weaponry either. All it can do is release intense but melee-ranged energy blasts--primarily, and most powerfully, from the gauntlets attached, but it can come out of just about any extremity on the armour.
• Other:: She doesn't really talk about how extensive her injuries were, but Jennifer's entire body seems to set off metal detectors.

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Akira and Andrea

Akira let out another muted squeak, retreating behind a pillar--only to find that now there was burning concrete and what the hell was that about, seriously, most of the shell of a building wasn't even flammable why was this actually catching alight and okay retreating even further from the construction site kept her away from the flames and one of these people had better be making sure there weren't dogs circling them.

At least she was proving remarkably adept at avoiding damage or making life overly difficult for anybody else.

Andrea's response... well, the demon moved. Slightly. Despite her limited movement, and being right in front of the target, the fireballs' trajectories took them harmlessly past, aside from the new environmental issues. "The only thing I'm going to take from a worm like you is your life."

Despite that... well, Andrea was moving quickly, now, but she wasn't attacking. Gouging out chunks of floor or wall, leaving impressively flat surfaces given the demon was using nails to do it? It was perhaps distracting to keep an eye on her, but it wasn't threatening. Not obviously, not unless one took into account the slow grinding of patterns into the angled surfaces left behind.

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Interest Check; Reboot)

Might be up for it? Will see if an idea comes to mind later.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Tyaethe

"I don't want to hear that sort of thing from you..." Tyaethe muttered, shaking her head. Yes, yes, she was small and cute, that was rather unavoidable, there was no way she was going to do tall and elegant. Small, busty, and cute was the best she could possibly offer. But it wasn't a compliment that she was particularly seeking to get from strange killing-obsessed mercenaries. Or random passers-by. Or the other knights. Or Reon, although that was probably because she didn't want it...

Still, the jointed fingers answered her question--some sort of construct, or someone transplanted into such a thing. Definitely not a normal procedure, and why would it ever have been done to someone like this... not that it mattered. Unless there was a madman forcing pseudo-immortality on people, this meant there wasn't some sort of necromancer hanging around finding new ways to make autonomous undead. The best case scenario with those types was firmly reminding them that no matter their intentions, they were still going around murdering people first.

Worst case scenario was having to fight through your usual discarded experiments and undead horde.

Concern assuaged, she found herself looking at an enormous metal pillar. Or, in more descriptive terms, the half-giant Bors' leg.

Hmm.

"Have you enough room on your shoulder for one paladin? If we're going to be stuck out here together, I would rather not be shouting." Not that it was really shouting, just speaking loudly, and her hearing was excellent regardless. But perching on high spots like that was an old habit, and something familiar to oppose the darkness clinging so tightly to the fort.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Gisela

The mage gave a few consolatory pats on the head, unsure how to proceed. She could heal every physical injury that you could possibly encounter, so long as you weren't already dead, but dealing with emotional turmoil and fright? That wasn't something that healing magic could solve without other involvement.

Fortunately, being a Hundi also meant having excellent hearing, and with the sounds of combat stopping, Gisela was able to overhear the Witch's parting words. If this witch had left something behind, it behoved the nearest magical specialist to determine that they hadn't been handed some magical retribution waiting to happen. This gave her every excuse to, very apologetically, help the Nem merchant to her feet and then hand her off to the noble.

Naturally, with the combat over, Krysia waved goodbye and disappeared once again, leaving her to arrive to their leader alone.

Oh, this one was smaller than she was expecting. And it was even looking up at everyone with a worried expression, which was far more than she was expecting from a magical construct. Not that you couldn't have one that was in all practical regards just another person, but the idea of making someone so small was baffling.

"Lady Velvetica, I'm going to ensure this isn't some kind of trap," the mage said, kneeling to pick up the doll with both hands before rising. It was definitely bizarre for something so tiny to be knowingly looking back at you, even more when she kept wiggling at the sudden grabbing. But once the doll realised what Gisela was planning to do, she calmed down... although her tiny face still looked rather resigned to all this.

Diagnostic spells weren't the most interesting thing to watch being cast, nothing more than watching someone mutter an incantation to themselves, wait, and then keep babbling away some more to refine the results. This sort of general examination wasn't her ''normal'' specialisation, but there was enough overlap between divining curses and any other magical exploration to come to a conclusion about this doll's intended purpose.

"Her intended magical purpose," the Hundi stated, turning the doll around and hugging her closer--which was entirely practical, her arms were starting to get sore holding her out like that, "Is to detect changes in the ambient mana flows and any anomalous patterns... ah... to detect something magical happening nearby? There are spells that can do the same but they require constant attention and investment, but she can do it constantly.

"Her secondary function appears to be to provide magical enhancement, but to what extent or application, I can't say..."

The doll also didn't appear to be wanting to volunteer information, just looking slightly pleased by her current position.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Gisela

The mage gave her accompanying demon a helpless look as her robes were used like some sort of tissue. Not that it appeared to do anything to them, the fabric remaining surprisingly clean and unspoiled. Perhaps one of the benefits of being a mage? Or maybe just the sort of thing that someone whose stock-in-trade was treating the injured and dying would take time to ensure, rather than trying to clean gore and filth out of otherwise expensive clothes.

The demon gave a nonchalant shrug in return, seeming to have no better idea. Who would go to an eight foot tall engine of warfare for emotional support?

"Uninjured, then," she said slowly, looking back at the sounds of violence, "It seems like everything is in hand? The witch just seems to be playing, or testing us..."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Tyaethe

"I'll stay here. If someone finds the shard, it should be obvious, but I can confirm anyway..." Tyaethe said, trailing off. Well, she wasn't bizarrely gifted or anything, but she was an ordained priest, and simple entreaties like 'is this a piece of manifest evil' tended to get something of a response, even if it was a muted one. Beside which, these were meant to be under the guard of the church in the first place, so it was worrying that it had gotten out... and it also meant that, of everyone here, she was the one best suited to taking it back. And not for the usual obvious reason of being hard to kill, either!

Not that this left her all that much to do in the interim, so her attention turned to Alette's crew. Hm, there wasn't all that much she could say about most of them, but that one...

The paladin's advance on Abigail was anything but casual, standing between her and the duo she was accompanying with her arms folded and sword trailing behind her as a very sharp tripping hazard, and one eye raised in curiosity.

"What are you? No pulse. You're not even breathing. I bet if I touched you, you'd feel... well, pretty warm, today, but cold if it was winter," the vampire stated, head tilted, "But if you're some necromancer's puppet, then they would have to be watching to direct things. Some sort of golem?"

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Akira and Andrea

Akira gulped, diving for cover behind the weirdo that let herself get chewed on. Hey, if her contract was going to help out with that, who was she to complain? Better to let the actual chew toy get it over with whilst she stayed in relative safety. At least it wasn't a Devil, right? This was the sort of thing the newbies could have helped out with while she got lunch, which meant things should be over soon.

Hopefully.

Andrea dealt with two of the charging Beasts--hounds? How quaint--with a snort. One was impaled on her arm using its own momentum, while the other... well, maybe she thought Rika had a nice trick. Only, without much protection, there was a lot more blood. And tearing. And then the creature was thrown back, the blood-dripping arm visibly healing. All without a single response from the demon's impassive face... although her shadow was visibly snarling back.

Right at the Monster. Covering its vision. Hiding how the circle that had been lining itself up behind Andrea was now finished, ready to fire both through the hound-monster and the stronger demon's heart alike.

If it dodged the blazing lance, maybe it would be more worth her time to come here?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Tyaethe

Taking a few deep, and completely unnecessary from a biological standpoint, breaths, Tyaethe closed her eyes and let one sigh out before going back to the more-appropriate language. Right, paladin and everyone's senior, that had its own standards of expectation.

"Right... items that completely bypass willpower like that can't be of mortal make," the vampire stated, holding hope one hand the instant it looked like someone would intervene, "Not aren't, they can't. You could overpower an entire fort in the right situation, but that takes an enormous amount of magical power. You could make an item that would do it to one person, have it puppet them, drain them of mana, and repeat, but not something like..."

She wandered forward a little, then pushed apart two bodies slightly with a foot, "This, where two people were tearing each other apart and a third one got stabbed in the back. You just... can't put enough power to do that into a static item, not without a high chance of someone breaking free. Especially when you make them attack their friends."

The paladin returned to stand by the rest of the group, frown returning, "And the things that can do this... I've seen them before. Maglad gathered them up, relics from Hidroroth's attempt to subjugate the world. Items woven into the fabric of creation only to dominate. Even without their creator, just touching one would make someone into a puppet, and with the proper mechanisms, anyone could take control. This is... better. But also worse."

At least the similarity explained her reaction.

"That 'shard of glass' sounds like a piece of Angroron. It was a sword once, or something shaped like a sword. It's..." Tyaethe cocked her head, hair trailing on the ground, "It's hard to tell how much is poetry and how much was a description. The name passed down through Talderian is..." and that, while definitely familiar, was even more archaic than usual, "Something like 'The Hole in the Tapestry'. The Elves called it the Wound of the West. It's probably as close as something can be to destruction made manifest, some thing from the time of the Veil's creation that Orodrunn repurposed. The full sword would instantly kill you on a touch, this... well, I guess you try to kill everything else instead. I don't know how it affected everyone, but any amount of magic and sacrifice would interact horribly with this."

Looking up at the evening sky, she added, "Short version? We're looking for part of a thing that kills on a touch. If you find it, don't touch. And unless you're working for the King, Sharky, I will not let you take this back to your employer." Regardless of what the other knights might think on this. The Church was supposed to have these locked away, that anyone had stolen one...

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Akira and Andrea

Advancing forwards with the others, Akira made sure to stay covered as much as possible--since the evacuation had gone smoothly, her only reason for being here was to make sure that Andrea remained here, and perhaps act as demon bait as the only soft and available target. A thought that she didn't relish in the slightest, no matter how weak their enemies might have been.

Take these horrible canid-man things. What did she want to do? Run in the opposite direction, preferably using the construction site as shelter where possible until she could get out of the denial field to safety. Instead, she was cowering behind the newbies and hoping they were as competent as they were confident.

That was when her preferred human shield made her return, one of the Beasts' heads simply evaporating in a sudden lance of actinic light, the rest of the carcass dropping bonelessly and rapidly starting to dissolve away into nothingness. Beside it, sharp nails punctured the chest of the second, a gore-coated arm punching out from behind. It, too, started to dissolve, revealing a bored-looking Andrea who hopped away from the long arm taking a swing at her.

"The Gate is just ahead," the demon stated, voice low and smooth, more suited for a lounge or a bedroom than a monster on a battlefield, "These are the only enemies thus far."