Raineh Daze

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Hikari

Hikari made an involuntary yip as she was picked up. This… how long had it been since she was small enough anyone might be able to do this? It was embarrassing! She was an adult and didn't need to be carried around, short legs or not! She would have thought that the expansive dress – definitely not something that the previously-alive Abe Hikari would have ever thought about going out in – was a detriment to that, but it had so far proved remarkably easy to get around in, and she just knew that there would be no problem despite the addition of so many fluffy appendages.

Except if she took it off, for some reason? That seemed strange. What odd instincts a small fox body had.

"H-Hey! I can run fine on my own!" Also, it would be less embarrassing. Doubly so because it was a pretty lady carrying her around.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

See! This was why you just struck first, before the other person had more time to prepare and get everything in place – like, for instance, deleting your backup straight away so that it was just your tired group. Yes, they had been winded, and she hadn't been in any position to run, but that wasn't the point. Being on the receiving end tended to disrupt your plans and buy that time anyway.

And now they had all been layered up with magical boosts and protections. That was just… unfair? Well, no, her weakness in comparison wasn't unfair, that was Miina's own flaw. Plus, there was still an age gap to consider, she just wasn't measuring up to even the youngest Grovemaster in any regard, magically. Eugh, and there was no way she could just copy the dispelling, that was too much but…

Hm. Yeah, her ribs were healed enough, she could stop that for now, if they survived it could be tomorrow's problem. Esben and Rudolf were still trying to talk over a solution, Robin was too optimistic and idealistic… the Mystral couldn't say she had a great read on how Arton and Ciradyl were taking this, and Ciradyl wasn't useful anyway. Eliane, too, was ranged. But Galahad and Izayoi…

Right, Galahad first, quietly so it wouldn't carry all the way. Assuming none of those spells secretly gave amazing hearing… it was probably a safe assumption that hadn't been improved before arrival, they'd been very loud. "If w-we can get in close, I c-can maybe remove her protections."

Right, Izayoi next. If she had time. And they didn't shoot her for moving around behind all the buff warrior types. Just a little cat in a fancy outfit, don't mind her while she looks like she's checking on everyone's health, right?

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Fujiwara no Mokou

"I don't need one," Mokou answered with a shrug. Well, sleeping was ''good'', but it wasn't like any of the negative effects of skipping it would catch up to her. Kind of like going without food; it would get extremely annoying to go a long time without sleeping, but it wouldn't really do much harm. Something of a useful skill when you didn't want youkai eating you in the night, or people trying to work out the curious string of arson and murder that they couldn't catch…

"If the orb the hermit's keeping is anything to do with it, their plans are going to be set back even more."

Or it'd just cause havoc as some angry magician tried to get their stuff back. If it was Gensokyo, it'd obviously be the latter, but it seemed a bit less likely to happen here. Slightly.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Hikari

"Oh… yes, that sounds… troublesome," Hikari noted after a pause. It sounded big. And while it could just be an intimidating-yet-ultimately-harmless starter monster… she didn't have anything to possibly defend herself with. It didn't appear that the other two did, either? Unless they wished to stay and fight with their bare hands. It was entirely possible that they had reincarnated with some amazing martial arts proficiency, or magical abilities.

She just had a strong suspicion that should could get much smaller. Quite the opposite of a fighting ability.

"Perhaps we should run? In the other direction?"

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Fighter's Guild

Getting into the city proper was once again an interesting experience. That a minotaur wanted to enter and had identification of any sort was staggering, yet it still had the guards clutching their weapons just in case. Yet with the fame of the Arena still percolating to the major trade hubs—and two knights, no matter the foreignness of their order, to both vouch for and keep an eye on the obvious threat—there was surprisingly little pain when it came to entering the city.

Despite Hammerfell's separation from Imperial institutions, along with their own decline over the Fourth Era, the Fighter's Guild had managed to weather the change, transitioning into a strictly local institution. The Alik'r hadn't really gotten safer over the years, especially with the coastline being of even more vital interest, and there were always going to be problems with the wildlife anywhere in Tamriel. And sure enough, the local branch was as bustling as would be expected from the provincial headquarters.

Not that the guildmaster was available to meet with them; that was delegated to a sharp-looking Redguard woman whose hands never seemed to stray far from her swords. Given the disparity in armour and strength between herself and the arriving party, it seemed only fair.

"So… what, you all want to join up at once? We're not in the business of contracting our jobs out."

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Market

Getting through the gates for the wizards, on the other hand, took a bit longer. On the one hand, there was the general distrust of mages, but even more than that was the obligatory "can we make sure you're not a Thalmor spy?" directed towards Keirthanil. Or maybe it was just general bickering dragging it out.

Nonetheless, they, too, were allowed in, free to roam the city. As expected, magical services were on the limited side. Apothecaries were plentiful, nobody was going to deny the utility of a good remedy, but the more overtly arcane was limited to a single enchanter squeezed next to a much busier smithy, and – down in the market by the docks – a bored-looking Argonian flicking through a worn book. At least, they were probably offering magical services, between the faded robes, the awning covering another chair, and the paper-strewn desk that was resolutely not blowing away in the sea breeze.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Staggering to her feet, Miina levelled a determined glare against Leviathan. Yes, her ribs were aching far far too much to just be bruising, and she couldn't heal it and maybe throw up some sort of last second barrier, so she'd just have to ignore it for a little longer because being crushed was much worse. Magical protection or physical, if only she had some experience with this sort of attack—

Cid!

Whatever hopeful feelings blossomed with the nice old priest's timeline intervention (and hey, that was Eve again! She still wanted to look at that tail some more) were promptly quashed. They'd been fed the wrong ritual? Why? What was wrong with just explaining, why did everyone always feel the need to be as confusing as possible!

This was why she needed her brother back. There were lots of reasons to want it, but he'd been the one that actually understood what the others had been saying, when they were trying to set her up for something – especially when they'd been meeting with any other groups and she couldn't fall back on familiarity – or when they just wanted to take advantage of having a mage around when she would just help if they weren't so damn circuitous about it. Every single time she went anywhere, it was always people like this! Mob bosses, Ciradyl – as nice as she was, and at least she came along after, – and now even this stupid grovemaster!

At least she could start healing now, and Rudolf's interjection gave her time to realise that, the Mystral pressing her free hand to her chest before it pierced anything important. It would have been smart to think about what she was saying, not just leap into it, but she was sick of this always happening, and now she was tired, and sore, and soaking wet, and this was supposed to be someone they could trust.

"F-F-Fuck you! Cid's nice! He's saved us twice!" Miina shouted, "You just tried to get us killed! Nobody cares about your stupid religious arguments! They're not important! Not now!"

Oh, and she knew this type too, bringing a big force with them when they said sorry. That was what what's-his-face did back in Costa del Sol, and when she said no, he'd started going on about tying up loose ends, and Isolde had proper soldiers. It was unlikely they could take them all, but if she was pointing a sword, nobody would expect anything, so she might be able to at least make the important one pay. Better make it something explosive, just in case she moved…

"F—"

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Hikari

"Hm, so we've all been reincarnated? At least this won't be a lonely isekai." Hikari wondered… after being put down from the hug. Now, wasn't that an odd situation? Nobody was likely to have been able to just pick her up and do something like that before this, and quite certainly nobody had tried since she was a child.

Now that everybody had stood up, she could see that, indeed, it was more than being a cute fox girl that had changed in her death. Ah, this was going to be an inconvenience later, wasn't it? Still, if she was a fox, and had nine tails, there must surely be the potential for shapeshifting so she could get a more adult body for when it would be useful. Until then, maybe she should just try and get something to dissuade weirdos.

"I'm Abe Hikari. Ah… I don't suppose either of you know how to navigate? I only left Tokyo for a few business meetings…"

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Hikari

… huh. This was… hmm, she didn't remember taking a trip to Aokigahara? Even then, it wasn't the sort of place where you just went and fell asleep in the forest. No, wait, she'd been on a trip across the sea – hang on, that didn't make sense, either. Flight paths went north, there wouldn't have been some huge forest to land in after a crash… at least, she didn't think so? Was this Canada?

As she thought, Hikari's tails swished.

…

Tails? Now, that was definitely something that didn't come with a crashed plane. It was kind of hard to count but reaching a and around made it a bit easier and… yup, nine tails. Huh, that was neat, and it explained why her ears felt so much twitchier. Not, looking down, the maid dress, but there were worse things to be stuck in.

She guessed this was one of those isekai scenarios, then. Although, it would've been nice to be dropped off somewhere more inhabited? She didn't feel like she had many useful skills for being in some dilapidated forest building with… some man wearing a coat, and a lady with surprisingly pretty hair. Ah, which one to wake up first?

The lady was a bit closer. Right, just give her a gentle push. "Excuse me, ma'am, you can't sleep here."

@Pyromania99 @FujiwaraPhoenix

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Caster

"You misunderstand me, Master. While I would love to instruct you in the finest of Rome's cuisine, from the simplest to the most intricate preparation, I simply mean that I need not fear fighting on a full or empty stomach. The existence of a Servant has its own benefits," the Servant replied, unable to mask the pout at being admonished like a child over her wording. So uncalled for, to poke her like that!

"Yes, of course, soon we will enter into glorious battle! Ah, I look forward to seeing who was called. A chance to meet fellow heroes is a rare thing indeed, even if there must have been some amongst my associates." That transformed into a dark look for a second.

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"Of course someone already broke the rules…" the overseer said with a sigh, accepting the packet and then looking through the photos, then pocketing the envelope, "It was too much to hope for more than plausible deniability, I suppose."

The woman took a drink from her can, eyes drifting the ceiling, "If you're quick, you might be able to go through the kitchen and out. The church has a small graveyard, and the path through it rejoins the main one a bit further down. If you're slow, the chatterbox might get you."

No indication of which one that was. Though, their appearances should make it obvious.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Cyrodiil

The bow goes off with a distinct creak, the old wood in the skeleton's hand visibly straining – but the shot is wildly off course, at least if you were the target. There's a slight chance that Lanessa would be hit but… no, the shimmering ward she off-handedly tosses up as she pokes in one corner of the cave completely negates the arrow, the projectile dropping harmlessly to the ground. That leaves the archer completely defenceless to being carved apart, the fine sword cleaving through with only the slightest hint of resistance. It doesn't take much for it to collapse utterly, and the pair you rushed through show a similar degree of threat.

That only leaves, as it turns out, a single undead in this portion of the cave, at first nearly indistinguishable from the half-prepared bodies laid out on slabs of rock or tables. A zombie so rotted that its race is barely determinate, its legs wasted away just to stumps.

Not much of a threat.

"Of course a necromancer would fall in with such a foul cult…" the mage says bitterly, waving you over. The alcove contains a small statuette of something vaguely crocodilian, surrounded with trinkets, various herbs and fungi, even a few fragments of unfamiliar crystal. All surrounded by a steadily brightening magical circle. "Molag Bal. Prince of Murder. Lord of Corruption. The Dunmer Tribunal referred to him as the King of Rape on occasion, aptly. As a Daedric Prince, his sphere is domination and enslavement, and as the creator of vampires, he unsurprisingly enjoys some popularity amongst necromancers."

She clenches her fist, and the circle erupts into a pillar of blinding flame, burning brightly for several long seconds before dying out and leaving only a glowing pile of slag. "I say this as a warning. The Princes are not as blindly evil as the Imperial Cult would have you believe, but his followers come close. The Dark One's sphere is wholly inimical to civilisation or even joy, and his plots have been as much a threat to the world as anything else.

"Now, come; the cave's necromancer awaits. I'm sure she's expecting us, her remaining creations await."

Lanessa points to a small curtain, a passage into another room.