The Irish Tree

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

@PaulHaynek,@13org(FYR),@Lacroix,@Silver Carrot,@Restalaan(YNG)
FF5353

Magnus looked alarmed as he heard Talia speak, his heart sinking a bit as he rested his brow against the door. "...But...its not just Kyle's dream to see that fly." he said, turning to look at her. "You helped him a ton with making it, right? I-Its only right that you're there to see its maiden voyage."

Clearly not wanting to just...abandon Talia here, and get to see her work with Kyle while she couldn't, Magnus had an idea, eyes going wide. "...Talia, do you think...we could have Kyle fly here? That way you could see it! And-And then everybody can see that you two are geniuses!" he said, smiling a bit. "...That'd work...right?" he said, sounding desperate to just get...something working for Talia. It wasn't fair...she was a hero, saving Bart like she did, so why did she have to suffer by missing out on seeing Kyle fly?

Taking a deep breath, Magnus looked down at Talia, looking liable to cry. "E-Even if he can't make it to here in it, I'll make sure he promises to take you for a ride in it if he can. When you're better, you'll get to fly higher than any cyclops ever has before. So...just, rest. Alright?" Magnus said, gently putting his large hand atop Talia's head, and gently patting her hair. "...I won't blink while he flies. I'll tell you all about it if he can't fly here, but...just watch out the window. You just might see Kyle. O-Okay?" he said, doing his best to smile at her, to let her know that he'd do exactly as she asked, and that this would all work out. Somehow, it would. Waiting for Neil at the front of the guild, Magnus wondered if anyone would want to come see the flying machine with them, and cleared his throat.

"E-Excuse me, but um...a-anyone want to come with me and Neil to see a Flying Machine?" he said, sounding more than a little shy around all the new people. ...It was awkward now, since he'd completely missed his chance to introduce himself, not having foreseen Talia becoming ill.

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@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

A slight tinge of pink overtook Nephele's cheeks as she realized her mistake, and hurriedly said: "O-Oh, no, I wasn't implying that I expected this to be the case, I was just...going off of an example," before listening intently to his explanation. A lot of it went over her head, like what a "Pizza" was, what "Mexican" implied, and what "Being in for some Counter Strike" meant, but she imagined those must all be foods from Neil's home. Counter Strike...sounded bitter, maybe even a little salty in terms of flavor. She was glad he explained what a bus was, at least. That word meant little, without the context of it being a vehicle. The pain of remembering his old life was obvious to her, and she felt...somewhat similar. At least, in terms of suddenly being placed somewhere alone, and left to fend for herself. Her mother had just...vanished one day, after all, leaving her a small village's un-thanked guardian dragon.

At his statement of wanting a helper, she couldn't help but nod. "You may count on me. I may not be a mage by trade, but reading books is a specialty of mine. I'll research at the guild's library while I recover today. And...erm...I'd rather not "blab" about this to everyone just yet. They may think I'm delirious from last night if you aren't there to also explain it. Good luck with the flying machine, Neil," she said, shuffling to the door. "My apologies, I'm going to need to borrow this tunic a while longer. My dress needs cleaning and drying." she added, before leaving to go do...a single piece of laundry, as well as research anything on magic that can pull items or people from other dimensions.

On the way out, she heard Magnus speak of some "Flying Machine." While this did pique her interests, her promise to Neil was more important at the moment, leading the dragoness to silently pass on the open invite, walking off to the library in her ridiculous outfit. Or rather, just a tunic, and a perpetual fog below her lower body. Though she was covered, being seen without something over her knees on made her uneasy.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Also, do we get to maul anyone to death? It's sure as hell something Satirra would actually try to do; I just don't want to overstep my boundaries is all...

@AdmrlStalfos19

Uh...don't go TOO overboard. You can kill people, just...keep it not so dirty. I know hearts are getting stabbed here in the beginning, but generally the setting isn't meant to be ultra gritty or anything. Murder's fine, so long as you don't make his organs into a modern art piece.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@Kal-El
I probably should have said so earlier, but feel free to start your character in Solitary Confinement with the others.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@The Irish Tree

No worries, fam! One question, though: Where are our weapons and other belongings? Are we gonna have to pick up some temporary stuff until we get our standard armaments back?

@GarlandDaHero

Pretty much everybody's equipment is in the Prisoner's Belongings room where those who had been in Normal Confinement are currently. So, for now, you'll have to make due with stuff from guards.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

My apologies if this is going a bit fast in terms of steps going off in the escape. Kinda figured that stretching out the prison escape too long would be boring, but I don't wanna like, rush you guys gathering.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Solitary Confinement

@GarlandDaHero,@Guess Who,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Sunbather,@Hyyde322

Taking a moment to bow in the direction of Cayde's voice, the draph spoke up. "Me? Why, I'm only Perkeo, greatest musician in all of Tyragrande. Of course, without my harp I don't have more than my voice, but...good enough for me. Oh, and keys. I also have keys." he said, jingling them proudly. His smile waned a bit as he pondered Homura's words. "Honestly, I hadn't thought of taking anyone else...but, I'm not exactly much of a fighter per-se. As such, my plan for getting you out consists of...this." he said, unlocking the door to Homura's cell, before going in and unshackling her. "And, I suppose its good to spread kindness." he said, before going to each cell in turn to unlock and unshackle those inside, giving them all a good look at the guard who's helmet was dented in both sides by the temples...so much for not being a fighter. Perkeo himself was built like all draphs were: Large, and muscular from head to toe. His crimson locks spilled past his back, wild, yet seeming to be very well-groomed. His pale skin was flecked with small scars, with a rather large one cut in-between his pectorals. It was clearly fresh as well, given the redness of the wound. His face carried a jovial look to it, his lips always seeming to be curled into a smile. What other few prisoners there were in solitary were...well, not so up for fighting given that most had completely given up on life, hope, and the future. As such, in many of the cells prisoners, male and female, lay emaciated and broken in spirit, unwilling to even acknowledge that their freedom was within reach.

Clapping his hands together eagerly once they were all freed, he said: "Can you believe the luck of it? He tripped and fell, and took me with my elbow down right with him! Quite a terrifying turn of events for me as well, but...I've made due." he said, before two guards patrolling overheard his voice. Hurriedly, the twosome entered the room, brandishing shortswords identical to the one in the possession of the guard lying unconscious. A third, then a fourth patrol guard ran by, clearly with the intent of reporting this and sounding the alarm. The group would have to quickly dispose of the twosome, and silence the duo that was fleeing in opposite directions, lest they have to face a swarm of armed Zweite guards. "Well, this is a predicament." Perkeo said, clearly not intending to fight, given that he was already walking to the back of the group.

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Research/Testing

@Suku,@Enkryption

The pain of the sensitive tail-appendage from it being grabbed would cause Skathi to fly deeper into her rage, and, before she could see where Marshall's head had gone, she would see a troop of guards running from the direction Marshall's arm. "What the- The primal is loose! Someone, get the warden!" one of the guards called back, before he would be batted aside by Skathi's raw strength, a line of guards proving to be unable to stop her rampage as she literally tore her way through the fortress. As she did this, she would even come to notice that there seemed to be two types of people fighting amongst themselves. In addition, a gnawing sensation kept guiding Skathi towards the Inmate Property room, while a twinge sounded in Marshall's mind as his head, arm, and remaining body parts connected.

Stored in a bed of Formaldehyde, various devices were hooked up to the bare skin of his torso, many of which served to monitor his vital signs. A sharp pain persisted as his chest's senses reconnected over the distance they were at; An emptiness in his chest that seemed unmistakable. Someone had stolen his heart. Two researchers were monitoring the spike in vital signs present in the headless torso, before the bed was shattered by a sharp kick. The right arm and head of Marshall were the most interesting, and directly dangerous parts of his body. As such, the others were largely left intact for the researchers to experiment with the vitals of a body without a driving mechanism. Now, however, the driving mechanism that was his noggin was close enough to regain control.

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Ordinary Confinement

@Shizuochan,@Burst,@Skyrte
The door's locks snapped apart as if they were twigs before the Ether-Infused rock. Though the one to Kagami and Arno's cell had been left intact, the harvin pilot's kick to it ended the poor lock's life. The padlocks having fallen, the group of three was left with the keys to the cells and shackles. New prisoners were often locked up in Ziggurat and forced into an anklet right away to seal away their Magic, or latent ether-based abilities. As such, the key being there was merely an oversight from a new guard; If anything, this was the luckiest day of their lives given that this also meant that access to their Ether was enabled once more. Even though Gilvan's anklet no longer functioned, getting it off would no doubt be more comfortable than leaving it. Before the threesome started carrying out their plan, a woman cleared her throat.

"Nice work Gil! Now just get these cells unlocked, and we can all make our getaway. Freedom here we come!" the erune woman that had organized the plan, bribed the guards, and managed to assist in disabling Gilvan's anklet said. As her voice rang out in the cell block, a clamour of excitement started overtaking the other prisoners, many rousing their companions with talk of home, family, and of revenge against the tyranny of the 13 Heads. Tail swishing as she waited by her cell bars, she excitedly pointed at the lock. "Yoo-hoo, right here! When we make it out of this, I promise I'm giving you all discounts on my most expensive wares. 20% off is a big deal!"

Bearing a tanned complexion, the woman had only been in Ziggurat for under a month, as shown by her not being as deathly pale as most prisoners were on this godforsaken Island where storms plagued the skies daily. Herr eyes shone with a mischievous, yet cunning light to them, as if everything she did was intentionally planned out. The blonde of her hair housed her perched Erune ears atop them, clearly feline in form, if that wasn't obvious by her long, lanky, tube-like tail. Once her cell was open, the woman burst out and stretched her legs. "Finally! Was getting tired of being clammed up in there. Alright, let's get down to business. Half the prisoners will go free us some MORE prisoners, and half will go to the Confiscation room. We need to move fast though; Won't take them long to take their airship out if they know we're gonna be able to steal it." she said, now smirking as she picked up a nearby pebble. "C'mon boys, we've got some freedom to fight for!"

Progressing through the prison's halls, the woman demonstrated her ability to direct people accordingly, having a few sneaky erune knock out two guards to steal their weapons, then storm the armory with a bunch of gigantic Draph men and women. Her leadership skills were certainly there, and, just as they reached the Prisoner Properties room, she smiled. "Alright! Anything you had when you got here is in here...probably. Let's get our stuff and leave." she said, rifling through a box before pulling out an intricately decorated stiletto dagger, in addition to what one could guess were her old clothes. With a bit of searching, it wouldn't be too hard to find their belongings...for those that cared, however, each box seemed labeled with the prisoner number on their anklets, as well as last names below that.

Bizarrely, on a nearby desk was a bloody heart, completely soaked in blood and sealed within a glass display case...still beating. Cringing a bit as she looked at it, the erune woman said: "Let's...not touch that."

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

@PaulHaynek@Silver Carrot@Lmpkio

I was writing a post right now... Already had it 70% ready, but pc suddenly turned off and now I lost everything (RPGuild didn't save the post)... T___________________T

I'll have it done tomorrow.

Regarding Bast, I'll just have him invite Eilidh to go with him then he'll go meet Titanica, Is it ok with you guys?

@13org

Google doc is the only reason I don't have an anxiety attack every time RPG takes a while to post my posts.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Was planning to post today, but might have to wait until tomorrow or later tonight. Sorry for the delays everybody.

Fate/Kaleid Prisma Connections

@Bushman501, @Guess Who, @Enkryption, @Suku

"You think you're clever!?" Xerxes said as he plummeted, his skeletons breaking their spear formation in order to catch him. How they didn't suspect that his skeletons weren't brain dead was beyond him, but he was clearly irate as he brandished his axe once again. Foolish didn't even begin to describe how he thought of the two Greek Heroes, before her charged at Ajax, since Hal had leapt to the other rafters to shoot at Flamma. His golden axe sparked against the shining shield of Ajax, Xerxes attempted to push him back, skeletons surrounding him. "Even the greatest of your kind isn't worth the dirt beneath my feet! The Athanaton are undefeatable, and I will NOT allow such disrespect to my name! You. Will. FALL!" Xerxes roared with a fury, before the ground quivered, the clatter of various bones ringing loud and clear as roughly 300 skeletons formed a circle and charged at Ajax. Escape seemed impossible, but to defend...a simple task, for the legendary hero.

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Flamma barely flinched from the arrows pelting his skin, in spite of the crimson blood that flowed down his back and soaked into the leather of his rather minimal armor. To him, the fight that raged before him was all that mattered. Rebecca would soon find that blows she parried carried an impossible weight behind them, each strike only avoidable and parryable due to her Revelation skill. Flamma was utterly lost in the fight at hand, salivating uncontrollably as he matched Maggie strike for strike, skillfully managing to get a few hits in exchange for the many he received in spite of Rebecca's Revelation parries. Dodging a nearly fatal blow by leaning back, Flamma whipped his upper body forward and slammed his forehead into Maggie's skull, knocking her into the ground with a dull thud.

Smirking, Flamma turned to Rebecca. "You...are not one who loves The Fight." he said, uncharacteristically quiet as he did it, giving her a cold glance. "One who never once enjoyed the bloodbath, who danced about as if it could be avoided." he said, before his smile cracked into a mad grin. "BUT SHE...SHE LIVES FOR IT! EXISTS FOR NOTHING BUT IT! THAT'S ALL THERE IS, AND ALL THERE EVER WILL BE!" he said, before a spear of rock impacted his face, right through his eye. Staggering for a moment, he tried to say something before the earthen javelin lit up, and exploded in a small cloud around his head, which promptly disintegrated. In spite of this, his skin flashed red, and the underlying musculature beneath his stretched skin swelled up a bit, before regressing to its original size. The wooden sword he had held shattered, then came back together again, this time as a deep, rich red.

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Rubbing the back of his head, Makoto tensed up as the Card Holder behind him spoke. A chill ran up his spine as he spoke his name, gulping as he realized that his identity was compromised. Zosimos in his mind however spoke up quickly.

"Garrish!? My attire? Why...I never! As if a man parading around in a skirt THAT short has any right to talk! Makoto, tell him his fashion sense is as poor as his attitude!" Zosimos demanded, only to be ignored by Makoto.

"...My best kind of trick, huh?" he said, getting to his feet and pondering for a moment, before snapping his fingers together, and forming the Cheirokmeta once more in his hands, the novice alchemist closed his eyes and mentally recited: "The passage of stone through stone, rock breaking rock; Here material is made manifest, and here, will is made clear. My flesh is your breaker, and my mind your shaper." he recited quickly to himself, before laying a hand on the ground, causing a pillar of concrete and underlying stone to emerge, sharpened to a fine point. "My class may not be lancer, but this'll work," he said confidently, before, without even getting into any sort of stance or making any motions, the spear flew from his hand and into the eye of Flamma as he stood over Maggie. Clenching his hand, Makoto's right eye shone with an otherworldly light. "...'Iitlaq sarah!" he said loudly, the spell on the spear activating and causing it to detonate. Smiling confidently, he watched as Flamma's head exploded from the force. He seemed to have no resistance to magic, so thankfully that was the end of tha-

Hurriedly turning his body into a gray material thicker than steel, Makoto barely kept himself from flying back from the sheer pressure as Flamma regenerated himself, sword shattering to replace the life he had just lost. It was as if a Noble Phantasm had activated, and immediately reversed his death entirely. Was he...just undefeatable!?

Now seeming...entirely unamused, Flamma sighed. "...Cowards. Pacifists. And, fools that talk too big." Flamma said, looking at Xerxes as he said that, looking at the almost completely destroyed clock on the wall. "Five Minutes have passed." he said, walking away with an incredibly bored expression on his face. "Little girl, if you seek to die, then come find me. I will accept your challenge any time." He said to Maggie, simply...walking away, he seemed to care little for damage done to him.

"...What...kind of monster IS he?" Makoto questioned, falling onto his behind and staring in horror as Flamma just walked away, completely unharmed. Glancing back at them, Flamma's eyes seemed far less red with rage, as he regarded Maggie with a sort of pity due to being unable to finish her off.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Yes. She was one of the 13. Obviously she was replaced but his family is one of the many families vying for control. I decided since no one really did it to make someone who's a legend and would have these grandiose stories before everyone learns who he is as a person. Besides hype is fun.

@Kal-El

That works then. Go right ahead and post him in the CS tab!