Silver Carrot

Tear the World Down

@Isotope

It's very lucky there's a surgeon at Silverwick lol

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Kasuke Mina

Jett was talking to her in a friendlier tone now, and offering her get her some ice for her eye, as well as offering her some good advice. She did need to stop beating herself up. This setback would only make her stronger. These mistakes were just more lessons. She hadn't fallen down the ladder to become the best. She'd climbed it. Dulga arrived at that moment, robbing her of the experience of having Jett tenderly apply ice to her face. Her initial reaction was disappointment, but then she thought about it and was actually glad of being spared of that embarrassing situation. There was no way she could have avoided blushing like a radish.

"Hello, Tatara-san. I'm fine, really. How're you? Is your foot okay?" Mina asked in a friendly, pleasant and respectable yet impassive tone, more appropriate for asking your friend about the weather than asking someone who gave you a black eye about the condition of the hole you lasered into their foot.

Jett hen asked Mina if Adrianne asked anything weird, and she shook her head, despite the blush forming on her cheeks. It seemed that no matter which route she went down with Jett, she couldn't remain cool and impassive. "She didn't actually say much to me at all. Your grandfather was there, too, though, and he did. He was treating me like family. I'm assuming it's because he was so close with my mother."

@Norschtalen@Aerandir

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Maeda Hitomi

Hitomi gestured behind her, to her own bed. "Why are there two beds if this was a one person room? I'm Tomoe's friend and roommate. You really think those posters are hers? Or that training equipment? And I didn't choose these horns or ears. They're my quirk, just as you're Tomoe's quirk. I didn't choose my chest size either. That's just genetics, I guess. Honestly, I wish they were smaller..."

Just then, Hitomi's phone buzzed, and she pulled it from her pocket and opened it. It was a flip phone with a little fluffy sheep charm dangling from it. She read the text, texted back 'We'll be there in a few minutes', then closed the phone.

"It's time. Tomoe and I promised we'd help Asahi-San. I'm not sure how your quirk works. Whether I should wake her, or you wake her, or if that's even a good idea. Another option is that you come with me."

@liferusher@Lucius Cypher

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Mako Akane

"You didn't miss much at all, miss Akasha!" Mako replied to Mamoru's question. "Come and sit down!"

Mako then turned to watch the fight. They were currently circling around each other and sizing each other up. Then the fight started, though at this point, it was still the preliminary sizing up of each other. Amane charged, Ruby played defensively. Amane charged again, and feinted, but Ruby's efficiency was stunning. She only moved when she needed to, and was so calm and observant that Mako wondered if those cat ears were just for show, or if she actually had some feline physiology in her too in addition to her actual quirk.

There was a lot of trash talking in this fight. Mako could appreciate that. Trash talking was an important part of fighting, in Mako's opinion. It's what separates Heroes and Villains from vigilantes and brutes; personality. Mako believed that Heroes should wisecrack and drop one-liners and catchphrases, and Villains should taunt and insult and call out weaknesses and hypocrisy.

As the fight went on, it became clear that Ruby's reflexes were no match for Amane's skill, experience and training. It was only natural. She was a promising General Studies student, but was starting from square one when it came to being taught by the academy how to fight. Then more trash talking. Mako saw that though Amane was rough with words, he meant well with them. When he said 'stay down if you know what's good for you' it came from a place of concern, and when he said 'If that's all you've got, quit', he was urging his opponent to push themselves. Mako was starting to think that he wasn't such a hopeless case after all.

@pkken@Melpaws@Lucius Cypher

RPGC #18: Adventure Calls - Discussion

Is there a minimum wordcount?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

"I know our quest is simple," Eilidh replied, smiling, "But it has been too long since I was called upon as an adventurer instead of a warrior. It's nice to talk to you too. We haven't spoken since we were introduced several days ago."

She was asked about her kind bu Neil, and after an exchange where she couldn't help giggling to herself, as asked the same thing by Ditzy. "The Centaurs," she began, "Are a tribal race. We live in small settlements largely comprised of females, with one alpha male and occasionally a second, younger male. The men fight each other over the role of alpha for a tribe. Everybody is trained to fight, as natural prey run fast on the grasslands and can hide, so we must hunt other predators to survive. we must also fight other tribes for ownership of fertile or strategic land. It is...a fulfilling, exhilarating way to live, though I do not miss it. As for your question, Ditzy, all Centaur are strong, and most are about as pretty as me. I've never thought of myself as particularly pretty."

@PaulHaynek@Restalaan

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The church they were to visit was not Eilidh's church. In fact, they passed Eilidh's church on the way there, or rather the place where it stood, now a field for vegetables. All signs that a building had ever stood there had been erased. The holy woman was subdued and upset for the rest of the journey. However, when they reached the church, she was glad her abandoned sanctuary had not been allowed to fall into such disgraceful ruin, and that cheered her up somewhat. At least the Old Church of the Benevolent Queen was helping people to the very end instead of merely spoiling a view.

The Priestess was dressed peculiarly on this trip, lest she be recognized. Moster Girls may not be the most welcome sight in Pravar but at least they didn't warrant a calling of the guards. A traitor less than a day's travel away from her birthplace was a sight more dangerous. She was adored in drab grey rags, with a headscarf wrapped around her head and face. She was also wearing her estoc outside her clothes instead of concealed under her skirt. She looked like a rogue rather than a Lady.

When they approached the church, an old woman was present, lamenting a missing man called Peter whom Rebecca assumed to be her fiance. Yang was to journey to Ambran and fetch her husband. Meanwhile Lily was expressing desire to explore the church, and Maria was chiding her, explaining that they should be helping the old woman. Rebecca approached the two.

"Maria, if you accompany Yang to Ambran, I shall supervise Lily and explore the Church. Besides, if there is to be a wedding here, they will need a Priest or Priestess."

Rebecca then approached the old woman. "My Lady, if they are to fetch your husband, then surely we must make arrangements so that all else will be ready when they return. I do have some experience in Pravarian wedding vows, but we can discuss more inside."

@PaulHaynek@Eviledd1984@Restalaan

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

"Alright, thank you," Sora answered, bowing to Recovery Lad before making her leave. She returned to the locker room and got changed back into her school uniform, before making her way towards the cafeteria. She thought about watching the next exercise, but that flying and fighting, little though it was, was quite nervewracking, and Sora needed to eat, drink and rest right now.

One the way there, she spotted Edith, staggering around and grinning like a maniac. Sora her teammate slap right into a wall, and decided to step in. "Hey!" Sora called out, approaching. "Should you really by up and about in your condition? I heard you lost a lot of blood. You should come to the cafeteria and get something high in iron, and lots of water. I think that would help. I'm hungry too and I was just heading there myself."

@LemonZest1337@TheMushroomLord

Tear the World Down

Chapter 1: A Higher Calling

Rialza, several weeks ago

Fayvre looked down impassively at the gaping, infected wound as she removed the maggots with tongs one by one. Even when her activities revealed bare bone, she did not flinch. The screams and protestations of the unanaesthetised soldier were only met with firm instruction to stop squirming, as it was making Fay’s job harder. Once, his convulsions caused her tongs to scrape the bone, and after waiting for the grown man’s tearful howling to be finished, she crossly chided him, telling him that it was his own fault for not staying still.

She gave him a glass of whiskey, and a toothmark-ridden wooden bit, as she went to wash her hands. She returned with a knife to cut away the rotten flesh. The next hour was full of screaming and thrashing. Fay rolled her eyes and wished that surgeons were allowed shackles. That would make this so much easier. With all that done, Fay walked over to her shelves to choose an antiseptic, she chose not to apply lavender or St. John’s wort, but instead opted for lemon juice. ’He deserves it for making it hard for me’ she thought. Or at least she believed it was her own thought.

”This will sting,” she warned with a subtle twist of a smile, as she squeezed the lemon juice into the infected wound and for the first time today, didn’t mind the exclamations of pain so much this time. After that was done, she sewed the wound shut and applied leeches to aid with the clotting process, and fetched the soldier another whiskey.

’I’m not enjoying this,’ she mused, or at least the musings entered her head, and she thought them to be her own. ’This is nothing like the helping of the sick that used to happen at Wood’s Edge, where maladies were mysterious in nature and I had to use my brain. Now everybody wants wounds treated, but hollers and protests when I treat them. City folk are soft and hard to please. I can’t stay here and be happy. I need to leave.’ Yes, she sighed. But where to go?

That night, while Fay was asleep, Quoris whispered to the girl all night, promises of a higher calling. Of opportunities to put her brain to the test and conduct research the likes of which has never been undertaken before. She promised these things would be found to the west, to Silverwick. She whispered promises of more morsels of forbidden knowledge than what Quoris had currently been slipping into her thoughts so subtly she had no idea she hadn’t thought of them herself. Eventually, Quoris would have to present herself to Fay before they reached their destination and hope that the Wrelmsman girl didn’t figure out that all the secrets in her head were Quoris’, or that her decision to poison her father and leave him crippled and abandoned, were both Quoris’.

Fay woke up the next morning, with an inexplicable desire to travel to the ruins of Silverewick. She did find this strange, but it was an excuse to leave behind this damned City and go somewhere new. The prospect of travelling was admittedly rather exciting. Without thinking too hard about why Silverwick in particular, she was already packed and her surgery closed by sunrise, and made her way to the stables.

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Silverwick, Today

Turns out that riding on horseback for prolonged periods of time was very different to riding them for hours at the most whilst hunting. Several days in and she was so sore she could barely walk once she dismounted. Travelling was slow going, with many stops for no other reason than to rest. She also hunted game to eat, and whenever their route took them to a Town or City, to stop by to feed and water the horse, and eat a hot meal and sleep in a real bed for a night. Then, feeling completely reinvigorated, she would carry on the journey. The days she spent her life like this were grueling and seemingly endless, but she never once desired to return to Rialza, to her surgery. What she was doing right now was exciting, and like nothing she had ever done before. She was seeing and visiting places she'd only heard of in books, letters and stories, never imagining she would ever get to experience them herself. She really started to wonder if she'd ever return to Rialza. Even if it was her home, she knew that the answer was likely no. What was left for her there? A job she hates, and a family she's too ashamed to be around? No, Silverwick is her future now.

About a week into her journey, the whispering started. They felt like thoughts, but they were forceful, and alien, and seemed to be talking to her directly, like a voice whispering from over her shoulder. ’My name is Quoris,’ the voice whispered. ’I will be your guide and your mentor on this journey to Silverwick. All will be clearer when we arrive.’

Fay was scared at first, and all her attempts to try and 'reply' to this voice were met with silence. But over time she learned to get used to this guiding voice. Quoris was a member of the Shadow Legion, and her spirit had chosen to help Fay, as in Quoris' eyes, they were both of a scientific mind. Fay was slightly scared upon hearing that Quoris was of the Shadow Legion, but liked to have some company, any company, during her solitary travel, besides the horse. Eventually when Fay asked about medicinal questions, Quoris started to answer, and she was incredibly wise and knowledgeable. Fay was elated that there was somebody she finally could talk to about her passion! After weeks of this, Fay would even go as far as to say she had a certain amount of trust in Quoris, though she never really forgot that the voice was of a Shadow Legion member.

She arrived at Silverwick some time in the evening, and after dismounting and tying up her horse, dropped straight to her knees and started to massage her legs. When she could walk, she entered the ruins proper to see a lone woman, tending to a fire. Fay approached tentatively. She didn't actually know what to expect when she got here, but even so was still confused and at a loss for what to say.

"Hello? I'm...I'm Fayvre." she greeted weakly.

Tear the World Down

Fay's gonna start relatively pure, and I won't say good, but innocent, and get corrupted as the rp goes on. i'm looking forward to it >:3

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Kasuke Mina

Mina looked up in shock when Jett teleported mid-sentence. That seemed unexpected, erratic and annoying to deal with."There's a silver lining, though," she replied. "I was scared your quirk might be gone forever. This proves that's not the case, and that getting back to normal is possible. As for the black eye, I got it from sparring today with Dulga. That...got out of hand, and I think I really need to work on steeling my will, stopping anybody from getting under my skin, and stop letting my emotions get the better in me in the heat of battle. It's why I lost to Dulga. It's why I went after Amane after being saved, against all logic. Against everything but ego, in fact. I've never lost before, and honestly, it's messed me up a little."

@Aerandir

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Maeda Hitomi

Hitomi was stunned by the sheer difference in attitude towards herself that Nomoe possessed. What had she done to anger this girl? Hitomi freed herself of her stunned silence, and answered the question. "This is my room too," she gestured to her own bed, adorned with cute sheep plushies, and heavy metal posters on the walls. "Besides, I'm the one who brought Tomoe back h-"

Hitomi stopped speaking, and just watched with her mouth agape as Nomoe grew horns, and sheep ears, identical to her own. She was to aghast to even comment of them, or the reason Nomoe had chosen to grow them. She was deep in thought, when Nomoe then decided to grow out her bust to match Hitomi's.

"Gah!" Hitomi exclaimed, blushing, covering her own chest with her hands and suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her body. Is that how big and noticeable hers looked? Please say it wasn't so! When she'd recovered from the shock, she tried to engage in some kind of conversation to break the ice.

"How did you do that? You can alter your body? Also, is my chest really that big?"

@liferusher

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Mako Akane

Persia was too busy watching the fight between Amane and Ruby start to notice that she had been joined by another spectator, and likely still wouldn't have realized it for a while longer if she hadn't spoken. "Yare yare daze," chimed Mako gleefully, with her hand to her cheek. "Only a week after his last fight caused him so much trouble and he's sparring! I'll be watching this fight very carefully."

Persia would of course know of the front desk secretary/Villain Studies teacher, Ms. Mako. Once upon a time she was known as Madame Obsidian, master thief and one of the most notoriously uncatchable Supervillians of her era. But she had been caught by Adrianne Haven, and had served her time. Now she was at Komei Academy, seemingly having turned over a new leaf.

@pkken

Tear the World Down

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Fayvre Ralourhin

{{ FEMALE || 22 }}

APPEARANCE

Fay is a typical physical specimen of a Wrelmsman woman. She is tall, slender and fair-skinned, with a long pointed face to match her ears, often described better as handsome than pretty. Her eyes are a dull, dark green, and her hair is blonde, yet cut to shoulder height and kept away from her face with metal clips. She is often seen adorned in a long green tunic, with a hooded cloak around her.

BIOGRAPHY

Fayvre’s family was not particularly powerful, influential or important. Her mother was renowned in her city as a healer, and her father was a skilled, respected hunter. They lived in a borough called ‘Wood’s Edge’, located in the outer skirts of the Free City of Rialza. It was an area removed from the bustle of the city’s center, with more of a rustic, village feel despite still being part of the city.

Fay was raised to be a hunter, though, even from a young age, she couldn’t be dissuaded from taking an interest in her mother’s work. She loved the mental aspects of science and medicine. She would act as her mother’s assistant, learning the processes involved, observing her mom diagnose patients and prepare remedies, and soaking up as much knowledge as she could.

She took to Archery rather well, enjoying the practice, the challenge and the focus, and became a good shot from an early age. However, she was no hunter. She hated to kill, she cracked under pressure, her hands shook and turned sweaty. It took her far longer than usual for a Wrelmsman to grow and improve to a stage where she ‘graduated’ in a sense, and became a full-fledged hunter.

Not long after that, however, her life began to unravel, though at the time she did not truly know how far it was going to unravel. Her mother grew sick, and became too weak to be able to treat herself. Fay abandoned her duties as a hunter to her father and took up her mother’s mantle as a healer, hoping to learn by doing. Her experience as an assistant helped her reach close to her mother’s prowess in very little time at all, but unfortunately she could not possess the skill needed to diagnose her mother fast enough to save her mother’s life, and she passed away.

After the funeral, father grew only more insistent that Fay return to hunting and leave science and medicine behind, but Fae had changed somehow. She could not tolerate this. She would fight with her father almost daily, escalating it to screaming on a regular basis. Her young, angry mind devised a scheme, and at first she was vehemently against giving it any credence, but as time went on, she relented.

Over a gradual period of time, she slipped small amounts of poison into her father’s food. He naturally grew sick, whereupon she forcefully reopened the healing business and treated her father, thus hopefully showing him the importance of her medicinal knowledge, and of having a healer in general. But something went wrong. Her father became paralysed from the waist down as a result of the damage the poison did to his body.

Unable to hunt, Fay took on the mantle of hunting, but refused to give up the role of healer. The stress of working both jobs, and the constant guilt seeing her father in the pitiful state she cursed him with, was too much to bear, and without telling a soul, she ran away, shedding her old life and leaving her father to his fate. She moved into the city properly, where her work as a healer was in much higher demand, and there she currently resides.

SKILLS

-- Medicine

Fay’s training as a healer, and her own knowledge and study, have given her a good understanding and skill at diagnosing a sick man, choosing the right medicine, and creating it from raw ingredients.

-- Archery

Fay has also been well trained in the art of archery, and has grown to be a markswoman to be respected, even amongst Wrelmsmen.

WEAPONS

—Oaken Bow

A present from Fay’s father after he deemed her a qualified huntress (eventually). It’s a bow of good quality and craftsmanship.

-- Dagger

A standard steel dagger, often used by Fay to finish off wounded game.

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QUORIS THE GREEN DEATH

{{ FEMALE }}

TOTEM

A small vial, containing a very concentrated and very deadly poison. However, the vial itself is the totem. As the poison was created by Fay with Quoris’ instructions, it is instead kept as a metaphorical symbol of their partnership.

PERSONALITY

Quoris was utterly callous and without empathy. She did not delight in the suffering of her victims, but neither was she moved to guilt or remorse by them. That is not to say that she wasn’t cruel or sadistic on occasion. She always justified it as another loss in the war against ignorance. Quoris hated the devout, the faithful and the superstitious. She hated the demonization and ridicule of witchcraft and alchemy. She never strived for power, but for knowledge, and though she’d never admit it to even herself, for revenge against the anti-scientific masses.

SKILLS

—Toxic Thoughts

Quoris primary contribution to Fay’s life is less her powers and more her scientific knowledge and wisdom, the creation and usage of poisons and harmful substances, among other areas. All of this knowledge is forbidden, taken from the Gods Below in exchange for Quoris’ soul.

—Poison Cloud

Quoris only used the power of the Dark Aether for one purpose in her first life, and that was to spread a cloud of gas from her body, of numerous nasty qualities. Not only was this gas incredibly poisonous, killing those who remained in the cloud in mere seconds, but it was also flammable. One naked flame touching this gas could set entire villages on fire.

Made in Abyss [Closed]

(Surface, Orphanage)

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Rags didn't take any offense at being compared to an animal. After all, she had spent much of her life living in awe and in fear of them. She had developed survival skills and psychical prowess that her fellow children couldn't match, by merely watching and mimicking animals. In her eyes, it was an honor for a human to be compared to an animal.

Suddenly the tone on the conversation changed, and Rags noticed the shift. He asked her to save the two orphans who went missing, before bowing! This was not what she had known adult to do. This was not how she had known adults to behave towards children, and it shocked her. He was asking a favor as an equal, and it was something she had wanted to do anyway. She cared about the children here as friends, but they were never family. She couldn't pretend she was the same as them, or liked living just like them. She didn't belong here and wasn't always happy to follow all these rigid, nonsensical rules. Plus, the children who went missing weren't trained for survival. They were trained for short delving trips with adults and backup and provisions. She would be the best help they could get, student-wise.

"I will." She answered, nodding.

She was taken by surprise with the hug, but, knowing what was about to happen, and that she's shortly be leaving the closest thing to a parent she had, possibly forever, she hugged back as tight as she could, burying her face in his chest. When he let go, she followed suit reluctantly after a second. She wasn't crying, but her face had become grave and downcast as she listened. She apparently need to find somebody. A friend or somebody she had seen before. She had made good friends at the orphanage, but...she wasn't sure she should take any of them with her. They did belong here. Their lives were made for order and instruction and education in a way that Rags' wasn't. Her thoughts moved to that older girl who had asked about the children earlier today. Maybe she was better suited to be a partner, if only Rags could find her. Another surprise; Chris gave Rags a blue whistle! This is what all the red whistles had been training towards! And it wasn't expected that any of them would reach this level until they were 15! When asked what to tell the others, Rags thought.

"Tell them...I run away. You not notice. And it was...fun..."

Rags trailed off, as the tears started to roll down her face, and she smiled up at Chris. With a nod and a grin, she turned and headed out of his office. With extreme ease, she escaped the orphanage, alerting no patrols, and ran across the building's yard, to the rock she was sitting at earlier, and sniffed around for the trail of Kryss. She found it, and started to follow it, but the moment she stepped on foot over the boundary of the yard, she looked back at the orphanage behind her, and started to sob.

@liferusher