Rune_Alchemist

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 24

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So they fell, and Eleven took the opportunity to follow them to the second floor. She landed on top of one of their heads, once again using her blade to pierce the space between its neck and body. Latching onto its head with her claw from behind, she pulled. With super human strength and using her blade as leverage, she attempted to rip off the things head before they realized what was happening...but that damn little rat had a few more tricks up his sleeve.

"The fu-gah-" Before she could get a decent grip on it, the deafening noise caused Eleven to flinch yanking hard on the things head. Defensively, she pushed off its body, landing a few feet away as she grimaced. "Geh...this guy...is really...going to have to join me for dinner when I find him, keh-heh..." Eleven chuckled darkly as she coughed twice more, standing up and positioning herself in front of them.

This smoke was making it hard to breathe, even for her. Her lungs could handle, indeed, she could even breath her own acid without a problem, but whatever this was, it was almost suffocating. Didn't help that the lights were out, down here, either. Still, his little trick worked. She lost her chance at an ambush, and this smoke was effectively nullifying her acid. Seemed once again, all she could do was run here.

She needed to keep calm, inhale as little of this as possible and either find Three, or where this little rat was hiding - so she made her way to the first floor.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

~Suzuka Gozen~

@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y

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"Gotta admit, pointy ears, that was a fun little trick." Before she could even finish the sentence, however, Link had already proceeded to loot the area like a madman once more. Suzuka could only watch in mild astonishment as in a matter of a few seconds he had already pilfered through half the shoddy equipment the zombies had dropped. In the span of a few more, he had already taken everything he seemed to have taken interest in and then offered to share the 'loot' with her.

"Aahaha, what?" The high school girl laughed derisively. "Why would I want a buncha junk? Like, that stuff smells worse than another stupid foxes' cooking. You seriously plan on using that?" She grinned wolfishly at Link. Obviously if he had said yes, she'd probably give him grief for it.

Digimon Hackers: Jormungundr

Ruruka Kozuki

Muse Stageshow
@PsyBlade@King Cosmos

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Ruruka's first thought, was that this girl was utterly adorable. As she was flailing and demanding Ruruka get off her stage, the wealthy heiress could only watch with amusement. An adorable little kitten, really, was what this girl reminded her of. And then she was promptly insulted and shoved off stage. A reaction most people would have expected. Ruruka though? Considering her mildly self centered and spoiled upbringing, she had been expecting a mildly different reaction.

Hm.

Oh well, this was a curious happening either way. Soon she had already been surfed across the crowd, coming face to face with an Arukenimon. An odd looking digimon to be sure, but also equally fascinating.

"...Hm, curious. Having a crowd of people carry me was quite an interesting experience I could get used too." She flashed one of her small smiles to the Arukenimon. It might have become obvious Ruruka had zero sense for danger or common sense at this point, or if she did, she really, really didn't care. "I don't suppose you'd let me stay and watch the show?"

Fate/Eternum

Paint Girl

• Name: Marietta Lalaurie
• Age: 18
• Appearance: Standing at five seven, Marietta comes off as both elegant and sophisticated. A proper magus from an influential family, she has been well taken care of and prides herself in her appearance. Short cut black hair, dressed in the latest fashions, fair skin and her family's jewels she always takes care of her appearance the best she is able.
• Personality:
  Upon first impression, Marietta comes off as an affable big sister sort. Easy to get along with, and for whatever reason, she seems to give off a lackadaisical and easygoing air that almost seems infectious. And sure enough, Marietta herself doesn't like working hard. Or at least, she prefers to spend her days lazing about, painting, drinking tea or wine, and simply admiring her artwork or spending the day idly chatting. This, somewhat, is because of her rather spoiled upbringing - she is used to people doing things for her, without even having to ask.
  
  Truthfully, Marietta is an incredibly selfish girl. She cares only for herself and those that have proved useful to her in some way. She's used to people doing things for her without even having to ask, and thinks most people should conduct themselves as such. While on the surface she seems as though she doesn't care nor pays attention to her surroundings, Marietta possesses and incredibly calculative and shrewd cunning when it comes to people and things, and while she dislikes it, she has no qualms doing things herself if its believable they need to be done.
• Abilities:
  Carrying her families tradition, Marietta is well versed in one particular form of craft - that is Runes.
  
  Her runes carry a variety of effects as one may expect. When placed upon surfaces and combined with other runes, one can create a variety of simple bounded fields, or even placing them upon a person for a more direct effect over them. When inscribed upon flesh, she can create protective wards or charms - or curses - for whoever she has decided to use it on.
  
  She is extremely well versed in modern runes, as pale of an imitation as they are, and are where most of her magecraft comes from. Currently inscribing effects of multiple Runes is difficult, making her typically stick to simple one-word castings, but she is constantly practicing and striving to develop her abilities.
  
  Aside from this, she does have skill in most common forms of magecraft. Possess an Alignment of water.
  
  More uniquely, her family has spent a number of years attempting to perfect their craft and have created several tools to help facilitate such a thing. Namely both her paintbrush, which is "Yggdrasil's Branch" and a unique, expensive paint "Yggdrasil's Sap". The Brush functions as a sort of supportive tool, allowing it to facilitate the use of, and store magical energy. When used for her runes, it essentially allows for an easier flow, creating more stable and stronger effects. The paint, once applied to a surface binds with the object in a more permanent fashion. Effectually, this makes the rune inscribed much harder to tamper with, creating a far more permanent effect, even allowing the object to withstand physical harm. Perhaps its best described as a paint that inherently increases the Runes 'luck' against being destroyed. However, the paint is rare and incredibly difficult to synthesize, and is only used sparingly.
• History:
  Marietta's family traces their roots to their Gaelic and Norse ancestry, supposedly having settled in the region sometime during late ages of the Viking Era. While a fairly old family, they are not particularly well known in magic circles, if only because of their own desire to remain as such from the rest of both the world and their fellow mages. Unlike some others, they have no desire for some ill sought after power, or some other such grandiose folly.
  
  They only care about their research, and if it should bring them a degree of recognition, that would only be a side effect.
  
  Marietta was born to her parents, and quickly took to studying as well as her families crest and the mysteries of magic. Most of her early life was spent being waited on hand and foot, her family desiring to give her as much comfort and leeway the next heir of their family could have. It worked, at least somewhat. Certainly, she grew well to her studies, but she developed a somewhat...lazy attitude towards it.
  
  Even so, she was considered the be a shining example of what they were looking for in an heir. Knowledgeable, skillful, and understanding at times a certain need for...discretion. Still, her motivation and complacency could use a bit of work. Deciding that she wanted to further her education as well as her skills, as well as a chance to potentially meet servants, with her parents permission and backing, she made her way to Fusang City.
  
  On the off chance she could meet a servant skilled with Runes, that would be a worthwhile investment.
• Other:

Fate/Eternum

Paint Girl

• Name: Marietta Lalaurie
• Age: 18
• Appearance: Standing at five seven, Marietta comes off as both elegant and sophisticated. A proper magus from an influential family, she has been well taken care of and prides herself in her appearance. Short cut black hair, dressed in the latest fashions, fair skin and her family's jewels she always takes care of her appearance the best she is able.
• Personality:
  Upon first impression, Marietta comes off as an affable big sister sort. Easy to get along with, and for whatever reason, she seems to give off a lackadaisical and easygoing air that almost seems infectious. And sure enough, Marietta herself doesn't like working hard. Or at least, she prefers to spend her days lazing about, painting, drinking tea or wine, and simply admiring her artwork or spending the day idly chatting. This, somewhat, is because of her rather spoiled upbringing - she is used to people doing things for her, without even having to ask.
  
  Truthfully, Marietta is an incredibly selfish girl. She cares only for herself and those that have proved useful to her in some way. She's used to people doing things for her without even having to ask, and thinks most people should conduct themselves as such. While on the surface she seems as though she doesn't care nor pays attention to her surroundings, Marietta possesses and incredibly calculative and shrewd cunning when it comes to people and things, and while she dislikes it, she has no qualms doing things herself if its believable they need to be done.
• Abilities:
  Carrying her families tradition, Marietta is well versed in one particular form of craft - that is Runes.
  
  Her runes carry a variety of effects as one may expect. When placed upon surfaces and combined with other runes, one can create a variety of simple bounded fields, or even placing them upon a person for a more direct effect over them. When inscribed upon flesh, she can create protective wards or charms - or curses - for whoever she has decided to use it on.
  
  She is extremely well versed in modern runes, as pale of an imitation as they are, and are where most of her magecraft comes from. Currently inscribing effects of multiple Runes is difficult, making her typically stick to simple one-word castings, but she is constantly practicing and striving to develop her abilities.
  
  Aside from this, she does have skill in most common forms of magecraft. Possess an Alignment of water.
  
  More uniquely, her family has spent a number of years attempting to perfect their craft and have created several tools to help facilitate such a thing. Namely both her paintbrush, which is "Yggdrasil's Branch" and a unique, expensive paint "Yggdrasil's Sap". The Brush functions as a sort of supportive tool, allowing it to facilitate the use of, and store magical energy. When used for her runes, it essentially allows for an easier flow, creating more stable and stronger effects. The paint, once applied to a surface binds with the object in a more permanent fashion. Effectually, this makes the rune inscribed much harder to tamper with, creating a far more permanent effect, even allowing the object to withstand physical harm. Perhaps its best described as a paint that inherently increases the Runes 'luck' against being destroyed. However, the paint is rare and incredibly difficult to synthesize, and is only used sparingly.
• History:
  Marietta's family traces their roots to their Gaelic and Norse ancestry, supposedly having settled in the region sometime during late ages of the Viking Era. While a fairly old family, they are not particularly well known in magic circles, if only because of their own desire to remain as such from the rest of both the world and their fellow mages. Unlike some others, they have no desire for some ill sought after power, or some other such grandiose folly.
  
  They only care about their research, and if it should bring them a degree of recognition, that would only be a side effect.
  
  Marietta was born to her parents, and quickly took to studying as well as her families crest and the mysteries of magic. Most of her early life was spent being waited on hand and foot, her family desiring to give her as much comfort and leeway the next heir of their family could have. It worked, at least somewhat. Certainly, she grew well to her studies, but she developed a somewhat...lazy attitude towards it.
  
  Even so, she was considered the be a shining example of what they were looking for in an heir. Knowledgeable, skillful, and understanding at times a certain need for...discretion. Still, her motivation and complacency could use a bit of work. Deciding that she wanted to further her education as well as her skills, as well as a chance to potentially meet servants, with her parents permission and backing, she made her way to Fusang City.
  
  On the off chance she could meet a servant skilled with Runes, that would be a worthwhile investment.
• Other:

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

~Suzuka Gozen~

@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y

---

She didn't really know what was going on. Some sorta magecraft? That was the only explanation. So this guy was some sorta mage swordsman?

"Alright, alright, pointy ears...hmm, just keep 'em off me while I do it." She just had to hit it right? Well, fortunately for Link, she could do that quite well. Kenymouren and Shoutouren hit the now frozen in time Daitsuuren. She didn't expect much from the action, but surprisingly the bright yellow energy turned to a bright orange with only two hits. So she kept it up, making sure each, powerful strike of her blades were angled towards the undead shambling towards them. The Aura then vanished, blinking out of existence as quickly as it had come into it.

Daitsuuren shot down the hall, its already fast spinning blade moving faster than even she could keep up with. The golden sword shot down the hallway, ripping and tearing the undead completely in half. Instantly the undead seemed to be reduced to nothing but a mess, their shredded bits being whipped away and clearing a path for them. Reaching the end of the hallway, Daitsuuren slammed it into the far wall, embedding it into the aged stone and almost taking it down with it before the blade shimmered out of existence.

"...woah."

Digimon Hackers: Jormungundr

Ruruka Kozuki

Siren Stageshow
@PsyBlade@King Cosmos

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The other girl didn't even say hi before she pushed Ruruka off of her, sending her rolling onto the floor with a quiet oof. Ruruka sat up, rubbing her side a bit. So rude, and she was being perfectly helpful. Standing up, she finally took a look at the place.

"Jeez, Ruru-chaaaaan! You had us worried there!" Sunflowmon's voice came over her com. "What happened? You got like, shot into a new server. Need good 'ol Heli to back ya up?"

"No, I do not." Ruruka replied to her Digimon. "I'll call you if I need anything. Just remain on standby with Cecil." While she had the brief chat with her digimon, it seemed Reiko was quick to asses their situation. Ruruka poked her head out the door, frowning slightly. Huh. Well, this was indeed, troubling. Siren was a small time hacker group. Rashomon considered them to not even be worthy of their time, but it was always prudent to keep tabs on even small groups. She almost got the feeling Manaka wanted them to get caught. Judging from Manaka's personality, she half expected the older woman to be watching them and giggling at their misfortune.

"Hmm...you all do that. I will make a distraction so go whenever, hm?~" Disguises? What was she, a child? She could handle herself, and no way in hell was she wearing such dingy looking clothing. If she was gonna dress in punk rock, she'd at least do it well. In fact, maybe she should actually come dressed as such at some point? There was a certain charm to the style, hm. So ignoring the others, even if they had a protest, Ruruka walked out on stage...right up next to the punk rock girl.

"Ahem..." She cleared her throat a bit before joining the shouting. "SI-REN! SI-REN!" She'd continue this until she had everyone's undivided attention. A single arm rested just under her chest, while the other elbow was resting on her hand, angled upward so her hand was in line with the corner of her mouth. "Ahem, cough, ugh, I should work on my vocals a bit more..." Ruruka began, mouth curling into her usual small smirk. "Aha, that aside...Hello, everyone. I'd apologize for interrupting your lovely show, but that would be a lie." She glanced out over the audience. "Now, I seem to have gotten a bit lost with a direct link. Could the colorful girl in front of me be kind enough to show me the exit, hm?"

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 24

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She managed a clean getaway, but this guy. Annoying. She wanted to rip and tear. He was right though. If it had been anything else, it'd already have turned into a delicious soup. What were those things made of? Iridium? Tungsten? Titanium? All of those were used in old world space craft for their durability. Didn't matter, she supposed. In such a situation, the main target should be the one pulling the strings. These puppets weren't something she should waste her time with.

She just needed to find him.

"Keh-heh. Got quite a mouth on ya." She cackled, turning a corner, leaping into the air and using one of her powerful legs to kick off form the wall. "But watch all the eye candy you want! I hope watching your impending death coming is amusing!" Coming to a halt, Eleven inhaled, seemingly pulling in all of the mist around her. It pooled around her, rotating slightly as the Gardna's chased her around the corner.

The thing with Eleven is that while she could handle stealth missions like this, it wasn't what she was most suited too. No matter where she went, if it turned into a firefight, things would always just end up being destroyed on a large scale. Not that she could really help it - even if she restrained herself, some part of some building was going to get destroyed. Fine with her, really. She reveled in such destruction. And on a multi story building, things could get messy quickly.

"Keh-heh. Lets see how smart your puppets are." The mist began moving faster, eating away at the floor beneath her feet, and soon the floor would be far too weakened to support the weight of these things, let alone her. As soon as they rushed towards her, the floor would collapse under them, hopefully sending them to the floor below. If they were smart and tried to avoid it, either way it gave her time to make an escape via the stairs.

Chronicles of a Lost War

~Izel~

@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y

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Izel smirked, seemingly satisfied with her work of making Sylphie a stuttering mess. Despite her arrogant and playful attitude, Sylphie in the end, was just a cute little girl. With a few inviting words and a gentle touch, such cute little things were easy to deal with. It was one of the few enjoyments she had anymore, so watching them melt in her hands was quite the fun thing.

"What's the matter, Sylphie?" Izel giggled. "Thinking of something silly, are we? My my, for someone so confident you're easily turned into a cute little kitten, aren't you? I wonder what sort of playing you were thinking of, Ufu~" With a mischievous giggle, Izel noticed Byron's go ahead. Party time, then. Releasing Sylphie, she gave the girl a playful wink.

"Seems like we're ready now, Sylphie. Thank you for the entertainment~" Sauntering away from the girl, she began walking to the mountain herself.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

~Suzuka Gozen~

@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y

---

Just before she could jump back into the fray, the not human guy caught her attention. Well, she had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't explain it very well, but...why not. Might as well see what his plan was. She could mow them down with Daitsuuren either way.

"Why not!~" Suzuka grinned. "Show me what'cha got then, pointy ears. Let's see..." Drawing Daitsurren, the gold sword gleamed with otherworldly power as she held it at a horizontal fashion, spinning it in front of her like some sort of death saw, picking up more and more speed until it was spinning to fast for almost the normal human eye to see. "Like this, huh?"