The Irish Tree

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

What had been a heroic standoff against a seemingly never-ending wave of petrified students, teachers, and various other cursed people soon became a free fall as Noboru was sent hurtling out of the hallway towards the ground. His senses had at least let him curl up a bit before the explosion hit...though judging by the lack of any real pain from where he thought he got explode-d made him wonder just what kind of power Installing had given him. Landing on his back, Noboru winced as he looked back up at the building. It was as if he'd only fallen a foot or so in terms of physical feedback, and he couldn't help but wonder just where the hell this power had all come from, and if this was all just some strange dream that'd end. Sadly, reality wasn't so kind as his ears perked up, driving his empowered form to move in an instant as an arrow whizzed past his neck; Some new sense of experience in his mind told him that strike was targeted, planned to strike a vital point...and oddly, squinting his eyes, that arrow seemed to move slow enough that if he tried, he could catch it in his hands.

There wasn't time for that however, as the stone soldiers that he had thrown out the window, as well as the many that had been blown out by the explosion circled around him.

"So...uh...what else can I do?" Noboru questioned as he sidestepped a stab from a stone soldier, dropping to all fours as two to his sides swung, their stony blades clashing where his head at one point been.

"Hrm...well, I'm not a really fancy sort of Spirit, so if you were hoping for some sort of beam, or legendary weapon, might as well get used to disappointment. Fun as it'd be to watch you stumble around with my powers, I'd rather not die so soon after meeting my Master. 8 O'clock." the spirit within his mind warned, Noboru heeding the direction to narrowly dodge away, aided by the chain who's head was tightly wrapped around his left fist.

"I don't need some beam...I need a manual. And what's with the ears?" Noboru questioned, the stag ears in question twitching and flitting up and down as three arrows whizzed by him, deflected by the chain's swipes around him. Feeling that now he was beginning to be overwhelmed, Noboru sprinted forward, figuring he could just vault up another wall. Since, y'know, being possessed let you do that or something.

"Eh, complicated. You'll get used to them if you stick with it. Surprised you didn't notice the antlers first."

"...The what?" Noboru asked, just before being ambushed by a stone soldier jumping from a window, forced to block with all his strength against the aerial assailant's assault. His chain was tightly wrapped around both his hands, stretched taut to catch the stony blade as he twisted and pulled the chain to toss it out of the figure's hand, before a swift kick to their chest sent them stumbling back. Taking a moment to feel the top of his head, he was shocked to feel the bony pillars protruding from the top, but...today was already weird enough, so he could ignore that for now. "Not important. You said 'Someone' is using them like this. Tell me how to stop them...whatever your name is."

Its Herne. H-E-R-N-E. Do they really not talk about me anymore? I used to be a big deal, you know. Anyways, don't even worry about it. Just run away and hide out for a bit; Idiot is probably burning up all his mana just using this Noble Phantasm. We can hit him after he's taken the town and thinks its secure."

Noboru clenched his fists as he ran, before suddenly pivoting on his left foot to spin back around, lashing out with his chain in order to whip the arrows flying at him out of the air. "There's still people in here! And there's gotta be more in the town. I'm not just gonna-" he started, before the voice in his head interrupted him. "You're not just gonna do the smart thing, and save everyone all at once, instead tiring yourself out to run in the middle of EVERYTHING yourself instead of catching him off guard. You can pretend to be a heroic big shot all you like with power like this, but that guy's on a whole other level from you," Herne explained.

Noboru stopped, childishly stubborn to admit that, for how cruel it was to just...leave everyone...Herne was kind of right. If this could all be undone...it might just be more effective to wait and end it in one fell swoop. He was just starting to buy into that line of thinking, before the face of his petrified mother came back into his mind.

"...Herne. Work with me here. I'm not just gonna charge in, but I can't just leave everyone here. What can I...what can WE do?" Noboru questioned, as he backed further and further away from the terracotta army.

A deep sigh echoed in his mind, as if he'd just actually convinced a lazy child to cooperate. "Okay, so, there's this ONE thing we can do to make it easier to hunt for survivors; See how your right arm's wooden? Jam your palm into some dirt, and watch what happens." Herne explained as Noboru immediately complied. His wooden hand breached the dirt present in a nearby flowerbed, and, in an instant, a sharp pain caused "something" to split from his being, before the pot would explode violently into a mess of vines, brambles, leaves, flowers...all of which spread out with an abundant desire to grow, propagate, and completely consume the surrounding area. Terracotta soldiers suddenly found themselves entangled in thick underbrush, surrounded by trees that completely shifted the landscape. The interior of the school was left unchanged, though it would become clear to everyone that something had happened.

Mere moments after the planting had finished and the school grounds were covered in plants, small woodland animals began to merge from contorted branches, some even just APPEARING from out of bushes, their bodies composed entirely of bark, and their eyes replaced with distant white dots that seemed too far back in the skull to truly be "eyes". First, it was small things, like rats and sparrows, but after a few minutes owls and deer would begin to blossom outwards. Directionless, they wandered about, attempting to eat foliage and not at all being surprised at their inability to do so. The owls would catch and shred the mice, the deer would graze and flee; It was as if an entire forest had been transplanted and recreated.

"...Won't this make everyone harder to find?" Noboru questioned, before Herne immediately said: "Walk into a bush. This is the fun part."

Obeying his partner in crime, Noboru stepped into a bush that was about as tall as him before vanishing completely from sight; To Noboru, he was simply stuck in a mass of leaves and twigs that poked at his skin, but to the world, Noboru Maki had vanished completely. As such, the stone soldiers would lose interest quickly. "Now we just follow where they go, and bam, people for you to save." he said, as Noboru moved from foliage to foliage, completely evading detection so long as he was covered in green, thanks to his Jack in Green skill. First, he would try to find Maggie once again if he could. Then, he could regroup with the others out front to get her to safety before diving back into the school to look for survivors. "I'm gonna be honest here though; You can only keep this thing up for about 30 minutes before you'll pass out from exhaustion. Don't waste time." Herne at this point was basically revealing that he didn't like giving all the details up front, which caused Noboru to pick up the pace.

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

@Enkryption
A9A9A9
Annalise could sense the faintest sense of malice emanate from Nephele at the mention of "hatchling", before it quickly faded as Nephele tried her best not to remember a former person in armor that had grossly underestimated her. However, she smiled slightly at the insult being turned towards Annalise herself. "I have time. Come, let's give you a proper tour of the Guild's facilities," she said, before leading Annalise in the OPPOSITE direction of the forge, figuring that she'd naturally want to see the rooms first, which lacked metal, then back downstairs for the bathroom which was largely porcelain, which hid the juicy iron the hidden slime so sought. After the stables, the piece de resistance would come in the form of Nephele walking her into the forge.

"And here is where guild members maintain their equipment, or request that those with the adequate skills create new items for them. Judging from your armor, you will be frequenting this little stop quite a lot, Miss...oh my." Nephele said, a bit embarrassed at never having asked for the woman's name. "My apologies, what was your name again?" the dragoness would ask, still too close for comfort, her eyes practically shimmering as she took in the substantial value of the armor Annalise bore. And that hammer...she had to restrain herself from trying to touch the gem-encrusted metals before her, just on account of their majesty. If Annalise looked real hard, she'd see Nephele's tail swishing behind her, betraying her rather stoic facial expression.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Ammokkx,@Skyrte,@Guess Who,@Suku,@Awesomoman64

Corday's ears perked up at the boy's question, before she cleared her throat, saying: "Well, y'see, the Zweite did a bad thing to a lot of people, so frankly any kind of property rights they HAD before they tossed us in jail are kiiiinda out the window." After helping Arno get his ship shape worthy, Corday sighed and hopped off the top of the ship to head down below. "Oh yeah, what's your name Kid? What are YOU doing out so far in the woods? Could be bandits or weirdos out here...or even-" she started, before a rustling in a nearby bush set her on edge. Pulling a thin dagger from beneath one of here sleeves, Cyll could see from her stance that she had experience fighting.

A stone from a sling scarcely missed her forehead, retaliated by a knife plucked from the opposite sleeve, embedding itself snugly within the skull of the monster that had attacked her. Going over carefully, she peeled the brush back to get a good look, seeing a goblin of all things dead from her knife. Her eyes widened, before she started scrambling back to the ship. "GOBLINS! WE GOT GOBLINS! Kid, get downstairs and let us handle it, okay?" she said, before tossing off the ill-fitting armor she had been wearing, before several howls could be heard. It was clear to Cyll that she was treating him as a child, and as such was putting herself between him and the approaching goblins. "Arno, think you can shoot a few down?"

Cyll would know from the time he'd spent on the island the curious spotted wolves resided here, but of greater concern was the public knowledge that the island's goblin population had long since domesticated many packs of wolves for their personal usage. What would have likely been a raiding party hell bent on attacking Beetraz to the south now had an entire airship to raid, ripe for the picking. With many of the ship's occupants still rattled from the crash, it would fall to those capable to mount a defensive. Cursing under her breath, Corday watched as three goblins riding wolves ducked into the hole within the ship, on the same deck level that Perkeo, Skathi, Cayde, and Sid were on.

Perkeo would be the first to cry out at the goblins' presence, as the green monsters cackled: "Focus on the big one! Manfilth after!" before the two other goblins launched slings at Perkeo, the large draph blocking them by hiding behind his instrument. "C-Come now, there's no reason for us to fight like this, is there?" he pleaded, before buckling over as his unprotected gonads recieved a sling stone dead center to them. Doubled over in pain, the draph male was just...kind of a pathetic sight.

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Site of Remembrance

@Enkryption

The young girl, apparently named "Amanita" judging by how she reassured the mushroom man paused in confusion for a moment, before hurriedly nodding her head. "M-Mhm! I'm not pretending mister. I'm a real doctor! A-And an alchemist too!" she seemed to brag, before hurriedly reaching into her little surgeon's kit and pulled out a bottle of disinfectant. "Hold still Mister-Mister Marshall. And please, don't pull any of these out. They're stopping the...the bloo...?" she said, pausing as she realized that although it was slow, Marshall's body was impossibly healing, practically spitting out the bits of metal. Nervously she gulped, saying: "I-I'm Amanita, Mister Marshall. This here's my best friend, Mucu. Say "Hi" Mucu." she said, and at her behest the mushroom man gave a friendly, wordless wave to Marshall. She would tenderly excise bits of metal from Marshall, making sure to disinfect the wounds. Even if they were healing, they'd get infected, she assumed. "Mister are you...a-are you a Primal beast?" she fearfully questioned, before the two of them would hear a shriek from deeper into the woods to the east.

Rather than goblins assailing a ship, this time a swarm of large, hornet-like monsters were chasing after a young woman dressed in a rather plain blouse and long skirt, her raven black hair that reached the middle of her back was tussled, leaves intermixed with it as she continued running. Her violet eyes were clouded with tears, and, most noticeable to Marshall even from this distance was the distinctive mark upon the left side of her face in the shape of a handprint; As if the fires of hell itself had reached out and touched her face. A familiar, horrifyingly nostalgic mark that blemished her otherwise beautiful face as she ran for her life. Given the speed at which the insects were gaining, it wouldn't be long until they got to her.

In an instant that time to get to her became mere seconds as her foot suddenly twisted over a root, the woman being unable to do anything but shield her face as the insects closed in on her. "Mucu! Help!" Amanita ordered, before her mushroom companion sprinted forward. Even with the immense strength the mushroom possessed, Marshall knew he wouldn't make it in time...but he was conveniently running towards the woman, and not the insects, giving him a clear shot.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

My sincerest apologies for this being so damn slow at the moment. I'll get a post up after classes tomorrow that'll at least give people something to do. For those waiting on him, Awesomoman was in an accident and will be recovering for some time, so I'll have something prepped for that too.

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

@PaulHaynek
FF5353

Magnus...didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Not because nothing came to mind, but rather that far too much was racing through his brain. Regrets, anxiety, sadness, millions of apologies and half as many excuses. There wasn't a single thing that he could say as he balled his fists tightly. Talia would leave, and the image of her saddened smile, that forced, apologetic smile, burned in his mind as he bit his lower lip in frustration. He sunk his head low, shoulders quivering as he actively pushed back tears as he ascended the stairs back up to his and Freyr's room, leaving his dinner half finished.

As soon as he was inside, Magnus broke. Childishly, he buried his face against a pillow as he let his emotions flow out, silently weeping into his pillow. The entire thing would soon be soaked, wet with his sorrows before he would slowly rise up and roll over, eyes puffy and red. Looking up at the ceiling, Magnus held his hand up slowly, making out its outline in the darkness as he simply breathed in, then out. In, then out. Forcing himself to try and remain calm, Magnus just focused on that outline, that shape, the memories of a similar hand that had at one point in time held his and rolled onto his side.

"...Father...what does it mean, to be strong? I-Is strength...never feeling sad like this?" he asked to the lifeless room around him, his large frame curling up as he remembered all that training, all that physical work that despite his efforts, still left him cowardly and emotionally unstable. His physical power didn't mean anything...every fight he'd been in with something smarter than a wild animal had ended in his defeat, and now he wasn't even strong enough to handle how he FELT.

Rising up to a sitting position, Magnus thought about his position, about the pitiful state he was in, and realized just how much he was dragging down anybody that would team up with him. His helmet, in the two halves that composed it, lied on the nightstand beside him, gleaming ever so softly in the light of the moon shining in the window. Taking it in his hands, Magnus resolved himself to something for the first time in a while. His hands clasped the two pieces of the helmet onto his head, and he would quickly head out without saying a word for anything. He needed to be alone right now...someplace less warm, less comforting. Right now he didn't need to cry softly into his pillow like a girl getting her heart broken. Right now he needed to temper himself; For his own benefit, and for others. At least, that's what he would tell himself as he left to camp out in the thick woods near the guild.

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@PaulHaynek,@ShwiggityShwah,@Lmpkio (MOR), @Enkryption
A9A9A9

Nephele was...really quite surprised by Morgan's answer, as well as Ozzy's abundant enthusiasm. It was then she realized that, as she suspected, normal people tended to steer clear of the guild. Her surprise was...well, very apparent given that she seemed to just stare at Morgan for a moment. "Oh, er...that is...quite a lot of time." she said, completely convinced that she wasn't a mothman at all, at this point. Neil however made a comment about Talia leaving, which had her watch. Something had clearly happened, but...she knew so little about Talia, save for her profession and future goals. She wasn't a friend in a realistic sense, just a workplace acquaintance. As such, Talia would need a true friend by her side...but it seemed the only one she had stormed upstairs to his room. It was a tough situation to be sure, but...there wasn't anything Nephele could do but remain positive.

Neil's jumbled questions and words forced a smile to Nephele's face as she gently tussled his hair, chuckling a bit. "Neil, there's no need to worry. You're as normal as anybody, and just as special. As for research, sadly I didn't have time to make any progress before dinner. But, going back into Mahigan to find more books for material would make sense. Ozzy seems incredibly resourceful for this type of work, so perhaps we should ask him." she said, keeping the last part to a hushed whisper, not wanting to push Neil to explaining his entire life story to the owl harpy. Seeing a new member, Nephele resolved herself to making an impression, standing up after she'd hear Neil's thoughts on the matter.

Nephele strode over to the towering figure, astonished by their height and weapon. She was wondering when she'd finally see someone bigger than Titania and Magnus, and well...guess that was now. Standing beside Bart, she gave a friendly wave to the armored visitor, a bit too close for comfort as she was literally an inch away from Annalise's elbow. "Hello there. If you'd like, I can give you a tour of our guild, Mister...?" she offered, sniffing slightly. Strange...this visitor seemed to lack a scent, save for the fine, immaculate armor they wore. Annalise would see that Nephele was completely lacking in metal bits to eat, and as such likely wouldn't prove to be very tasty at all.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@Awesomoman64

Suku has told me that she's scrapping her current character for a new one, so if you were waiting for her, go ahead and respond to Cayde and Perkeo. Sorry for the wait, had a midterm this week that needed my focus.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

With what seemed to be the last arrival for the moment, Joachim relaxed as he pondered over the information they had available. He lacked any sort of combat experience, and was lacking even MORE in any combat-oriented magecraft, and as such he would likely have to rely on another member of the Black faction when it came to confronting masters. But, he doubted that the Mage's Association would bother having two magi specializing in healing fields. Jeanne-Marie's suggestion was contested, but it still served as a good backup plan in case a drawn out attack. The masked magus didn't bother introducing himself, and, the knowledge that the man had already summoned his servant ahead of time astonished Joachim. And then...it got him thinking. Seven servants on two sides, and seven need to die in order to activate the grail. Did that mean...the red faction lacked all seven of their servants? There was too little to go on, but Joachim would make sure to hang onto that thread.

The masked magus' point was well made; They were at a huge disadvantage in terms of preparation. Nobody just stole one of the most important magical items the world contains with a day's planning. That much was obvious even to him. But...it seemed that the masked man had chosen a servant perfect for bridging the gap in preparation. Rising to move for the summoning, Joachim tried to keep the anxiety welling within him from showing, keeping his head held high and following after Anderson and the director. The chance of victory, and the ever-tempting wish grantable by the grail were beyond the horizon, and this was just the first step.

The sound of a beautiful melody danced through his mind as they approached, and admittedly, he couldn't help but stare at its source. The young woman, introducing herself as Monica Truman, may have been the first actual crush that Joachim felt in his life. Admittedly...he didn't get out much, so it was just an ailment of his youth, but still. Girls were cute. So distracted was he that he was completely caught unawares of the other magus present in the room; His very smile made Joachim's skin crawl, and completely ruined the boy's one-sided fawning. This man, Austin...he creeped Joachim out more than even the masked magus, who he sincerely hoped to learn the name of without asking to keep from being rude. He'd likely already said it like, three times when others arrived after him.

Still, Joachim had come for a reason, and it sadly wasn't to be charmed by a girl older than him. Reaching within his jacket and into an inner pocket, Joachim produced a black box lined with small chains that, upon inserting a key into the attached lock, fell away from it and opening to reveal the barest tip of a bone inside. Barely an inch of skeletal matter, the catalyst seemed to radiate danger. He took great care in depositing his catalyst within the magic circle, clearing his throat. "I'll be using a piece of Heoroweard's skeleton. H-Here goes." he said, before he confidently spoke once the ritual circle was perfect.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone, and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I hold the standard for.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom of heaven itself rotate...
Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled five-fold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.

I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!"

The boy spoke with every ounce of his being, as if standing up to the world itself as he saw the air react to his plea and order; His summons succeeded. The chant he had practiced mentally since arriving had succeeded. However, the additional Od swarming the air had knocked the boy to his knees, leading to him effectively kneeling as his servant entered the material realm. As if she had always been there, a woman with hair that seemed woven of gold shone amidst those gathered. An otherworldly existence, the woman with sharply pointed ears stood, her eyes blinking as she looked at the young boy kneeling before her. Her very being radiated serenity, her pale skin and dainty figure making it clear that this was most certainly not any sort of close combat oriented heroic spirit. A warm smile crossed her lips as she gave a small, polite curtsy.

"Servant Class: Caster. I see that I have been summoned, but formality dictates a question." she said, before leaning forward slightly, tucking a lock of hair behind an ear as she offered Joachim her hand to stand. "Are you my Master?" she questioned, eyes staring straight into his.

This was...wrong. He knew that he had bones, so why...there's no way that Heoroweard was a woman in life, and yet here before him stood a woman answering to his catalyst. He had expected a natural berserker class servant, one that would perfectly suit his own incapabilities, but...it seemed that someone had chosen to answer in his stead. Too late to surpress the surprise on his face, Joachim took the strange, serene woman's hand and said: "I-I am. Joachim Heikkinen, and um...you can just call me Kim for short. A pleasure to meet you, Caster." he said, rising with her help. Bashfully drawing his hand back once he stood, he noticed the curiosity with which Caster observed the servants as they were summoned, innocently placing her hands behind her back and leaning forward to get a good look at a few of them.

After she had gotten her fill of looking, Caster would fix the ruffles in her skirt's dress, the violet fabric appearing smooth to the touch as she waited by Joachim's side. "I must confess, it is rather exciting to meet heroes of other cultures in life. I wonder if my darling will be summoned here...or perhaps on the opposition." she commented offhandedly, which made Joachim wonder...just what kind of woman did he just summon?

He was glad though, that Caster wasn't blurting out her true name. After all, for all he knew, once the Greys were dealt with, he would have to contend with the other masters for the grail, if the rumors were to be believed.

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

@PaulHaynek

So wait...is Neil gone, or in two places at the same time? Or is it monster shenanigans?

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@Enkryption@The Irish Tree

Im sorry folks, But yeah, I'm in a process to leave the site for good so I'm stepping away from the majority of RPs I'm in.

Im moving into a house, and have to focus on getting a side business set up. It saps all of my time and motivation. My apologies for this.

@ShwiggityShwah

Alright. Good luck with stuff man.

For now, Poxanne's student will have to take her place as "being in marshall's arms" when he jumps from the airship. That okay with you @Enkryption ?

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

People are out being big horny on main, and Magnus is stuck crying at home because consequences are hard.

Real talk Magnus would probably be terrifying on any of that shit, since he could pelvic thrust a building apart.