The Red Seelie

The Magic Gathering: The beginning of the end

Okay a question on the races things. Certain Races are emboidments of mana (Angels, White. Demons, Black) while others can actually be huge and yet still be walkers (Dragons come to mind). So may I ask what races are off the table if any because it wouldn't make sense for say... a spirit walker (besides the immensely powerful ugin) to planeswalk.

Because really if any race is allowed it kinda heavily warps the multiverses logic of mana.

Likewise what about 'Creature' Spells?

The Gathering of Magic

Black Green. Life and Death.

Count Me in. JUND or ABZAN.

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Real Life

"How may I be of service..."

Ingame

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Name: Mirri Yuzumia
Username: Atropa Belladona (Atropa for short)
Age: 24
Gender:
Height: 161cm
Build: Athletic built with a well rounded figure, something she generally uses to get her way if necessary. Take from that what you will.
Personality:
Mirri's personality can be described as complex, she appears to be a silent woman whom is very much hardworking to the average observer. Her work is always neat and tidy and she generally ties up all her loose ends completely, a perfectionist quality she garnered as a result of her upbringing, this even bleeds over into the games she plays, where she seems to get quiet satisfaction taking the hardest routes and yet somehow making it work.

However even so when it comes to people the most common thing someone close to her would notice about her personality is how fake it really is around others. When it would benefit her, she smiles, she agrees, she acts like an upper class woman should act at any time and isn't above using it to get just a little of what she wants and perhaps that is the scariest part about her personality, you wouldn't know it was an act unless she herself informed you it was therefore her true feelings can be seen as something of enigma. A mystery of sorts though considering what she says to people she's like, shes probably juggling multiple things at any one time...

Background

Born to a sweet caring woman and her rather rich husband. For the few years after her birth she was happy. Her life was simple, she was a child, she didn't know anything about the world and so she smiled, she played with all the other kids and felt genuinely happy. She was the definition of health for a 6 year old girl when... everything took a turn for the catastrophic.

Unbeknown to her, her mother had started to have been abused by her father as the birth of mirri had in his eyes ruined her mothers body and thus because of the fact she wasn't working hard enough to correct her now (in his eyes) inferior form. The continuous Abuse lead to her mother becoming cold and rather strict with her daughter. Though people are only human and eventually... her mother was broken mentally under the abuse and lashed out violently towards her daughter ending up, beating her senseless in a fit of mad rage and anger, her mother calling her a poison to their life.

She went to school the next day, her body bruised and beaten, of course the police were called on the household for child abuse and her mother was arrested for child abuse. This event led to her creating a facade to cover up her pain in order to fit in and be 'normal' to bottle up her feelings and to keep going on.

As if her father would make it that easy however as because her mother was gone. She was placed in the constant care of her abusive father and his 'friends' where she was made to dress smartly and to keep her hair short so she could never have anything worth styling, so she could only focus on her studies and if her grades ever fell below A+ she would be ruthlessly caned and then made to cover up her injury, because if her father found out she'd have to be caned again because she didn't learn her lesson.

Those years of hell taught her how to fake being polite and happy and to meet peoples demands. She was the definition of the perfect worker, she operated for the good of the whole and not for herself. Regardless of how terrible she felt internally, she still clang to living above all else. A sort of somber revenge.

When it came to SAO it was only recently, In the more recent years she had gotten her own apartment and had lived apart from her father, she still beat herself up for the failures he would beat her for and she generally lived as a quiet worker who didn't raise her head up against company policy when she worked. At her clerk job, a couple of people were talking about this new immersive virtual reality experience and how they really wished they could afford it and that when they could they'd get together as a party.

Mirri saw her chance in this and using her accumlated wealth from juggling her main job and her part time occupations, she brought the nervegear and this new game and awaited for the game to be released, while doing research on its many mechanics and things before it even started. Crawling through the beta testers written information and reading the developers comments. It was safe to say it was one of her more fun assignments and when it came to the first day release she logged on and inputted her username.

Atropa Belladonna - Deadly Nightshade

Character class: Ranged

Level: 1

Weapon: Needles, Thin, Fast, easy to aim and above all deadly. Needles are generally weak multi-hit weapons that are extremely good at proccing whatever additional effects they have. Very good for building up alot of damage quickly.
Ingame skills:
Dangerous Game- Reduced HP on Leveling & Reduced HP regeneration (Essentially 0 in combat.), Grants Greater Lifesteal (a larger portion of health restored on hit then regular life-stealing effects (so all their healing comes from being in combat)) on weapons and a 10% Agility Bonus and passive 10% (1 in 10 hits) Critical Chance.
Envenomed - All Weapon Damage is converted into Poison Damage over time at the period of 10 percent of the weapons damage per second for 10 seconds. (stackable and procs Lifesteal)
Relentless

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VDR

Real Life

"How may I be of service..."

Ingame

"..."

Name: Mirri Yuzumia
Username: Atropa Belladona (Atropa for short)
Age: 24
Gender:
Height: 161cm
Build: Athletic built with a well rounded figure, something she generally uses to get her way if necessary. Take from that what you will.
Personality:
Mirri's personality can be described as complex, she appears to be a silent woman whom is very much hardworking to the average observer. Her work is always neat and tidy and she generally ties up all her loose ends completely, a perfectionist quality she garnered as a result of her upbringing, this even bleeds over into the games she plays, where she seems to get quiet satisfaction taking the hardest routes and yet somehow making it work.

However even so when it comes to people the most common thing someone close to her would notice about her personality is how fake it really is around others. When it would benefit her, she smiles, she agrees, she acts like an upper class woman should act at any time and isn't above using it to get just a little of what she wants and perhaps that is the scariest part about her personality, you wouldn't know it was an act unless she herself informed you it was therefore her true feelings can be seen as something of enigma. A mystery of sorts though considering what she says to people she's like, shes probably juggling multiple things at any one time...

Background

Born to a sweet caring woman and her rather rich husband. For the few years after her birth she was happy. Her life was simple, she was a child, she didn't know anything about the world and so she smiled, she played with all the other kids and felt genuinely happy. She was the definition of health for a 6 year old girl when... everything took a turn for the catastrophic.

Unbeknown to her, her mother had started to have been abused by her father as the birth of mirri had in his eyes ruined her mothers body and thus because of the fact she wasn't working hard enough to correct her now (in his eyes) inferior form. The continuous Abuse lead to her mother becoming cold and rather strict with her daughter. Though people are only human and eventually... her mother was broken mentally under the abuse and lashed out violently towards her daughter ending up, beating her senseless in a fit of mad rage and anger, her mother calling her a poison to their life.

She went to school the next day, her body bruised and beaten, of course the police were called on the household for child abuse and her mother was arrested for child abuse. This event led to her creating a facade to cover up her pain in order to fit in and be 'normal' to bottle up her feelings and to keep going on.

As if her father would make it that easy however as because her mother was gone. She was placed in the constant care of her abusive father and his 'friends' where she was made to dress smartly and to keep her hair short so she could never have anything worth styling, so she could only focus on her studies and if her grades ever fell below A+ she would be ruthlessly caned and then made to cover up her injury, because if her father found out she'd have to be caned again because she didn't learn her lesson.

Those years of hell taught her how to fake being polite and happy and to meet peoples demands. She was the definition of the perfect worker, she operated for the good of the whole and not for herself. Regardless of how terrible she felt internally, she still clang to living above all else. A sort of somber revenge.

When it came to SAO it was only recently, In the more recent years she had gotten her own apartment and had lived apart from her father, she still beat herself up for the failures he would beat her for and she generally lived as a quiet worker who didn't raise her head up against company policy when she worked. At her clerk job, a couple of people were talking about this new immersive virtual reality experience and how they really wished they could afford it and that when they could they'd get together as a party.

Mirri saw her chance in this and using her accumlated wealth from juggling her main job and her part time occupations, she brought the nervegear and this new game and awaited for the game to be released, while doing research on its many mechanics and things before it even started. Crawling through the beta testers written information and reading the developers comments. It was safe to say it was one of her more fun assignments and when it came to the first day release she logged on and inputted her username.

Atropa Belladonna - Deadly Nightshade

Character class: Ranged

Level: 1

Weapon: Needles, Thin, Fast, easy to aim and above all deadly. Needles are generally weak multi-hit weapons that are extremely good at proccing whatever additional effects they have. Very good for building up alot of damage quickly.
Ingame skills:
Dangerous Game- Reduced HP on Leveling & Reduced HP regeneration (Essentially 0 in combat.), Grants Greater Lifesteal (a larger portion of health restored on hit then regular life-stealing effects (so all their healing comes from being in combat)) on weapons and a 10% Agility Bonus and passive 10% (1 in 10 hits) Critical Chance.
Envenomed - All Weapon Damage is converted into Poison Damage over time at the period of 10 percent of the weapons damage per second for 10 seconds. (stackable and procs Lifesteal)
Relentless

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

@Fourze
I think its your turn to post.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

The Mysterious Master / Servant Pair

The pale woman smiled in excitement, oh she knew that glint in a persons eye. That was the will of an enemy to live, a face she was all to familiar with on the battlefield. He was gonna rise up and brandish his weapon and she'd finally get to flex her power without her little friend getting all annoyed because it would finally be necessary. "I don't think that is a good idea to get your hopes up..." The voice said as if trying to break bad news that the man wasn't going to fight.

The Pale woman looked over her target again still gripping her blade tightly, no. He wasn't giving up was he? He couldn't have. Why would you die so easily and drop everything. Wasn't he a murderer with a cause, was his conviction that weak? She had gone to town on her display of power and he was just giving up. She felt defeated. No insulted even, didn't he know how to give common courtesy to an enemy. At least let them have the gratitude of gloating. He was a vile good for nothing criminal not a anti-hero of any sort because all heroes had drive, perhaps she wouldn't kill something so pathetic... perhaps...

She stared off into the distance to contemplate just what she was going to do before she heard the click of a trigger being pulled and the bang. She tried to raise her sword to block it but she didn't have the speed nore the reaction time and with her arm barely above her waist, a bullet passed through the shoulder carrying her blade as she gripped the spill of fresh crimson coming from her shoulder as she tried to adjust to the new wound that she had so callously let occur. "Oh god it hurts!" The voice in her head yelled out from the pain they were experiencing. The greatest con of sharing a body was that all pain was shared too and yet even if the pale woman felt little but the most extreme pains... the person on the inside would be in agony.

She gritted her teeth, she had messed up in her own pettiness... Now her master was hurt. Her face betrayed a heavy murderous intent as she leaned down and picked up the blade with the same hand that just had its shoulder shot through as her form started to darken. As she moved forward dragging her blade across the ground leaving a sharp indent. Armour began to manifest, a metallic almost tiara like object above her head. Long flowing robes and armour, chains connecting the metal plates all as black as the Ebon blade she carried. Her wound began to become compensated by the power flowing through her, Her mere presence cause the air to feel devoid and empty of all hope as she held an almost unholy glow as a result of the rapid intake of mana her magical body craved for.

Perhaps every servant in the area felt her if but a little, that was usually what she'd expect when she would have dropped this form but an executioner must always show her face to instil fear. She politely let him finish talking on the radio as she took it, from him and began talking down to whomever was on the line in perfect french that he'll be going to hell shortly and for them to take their time before crushing the little device between her fingers. "Pity isn't it? That you had to try to be what I am and yet you are not, humbling really..." The pale woman said as she twisted her blade in her hand, her finger gently caressing the policeman's cheek, "However, you'll never be qualified as a Martyr or as a Murderer." She said as she plunged in the blade deep so deep in fact that it stuck out of the man's back having dealt catastrophic internal damage.. "When you get to hell... Reserve a seat for me. Jeanne D'arc." she said whispering quietly into his ear as she used her foot to push him off her blade, leaving him to have his last moments.

She just stood there for a few moments savouring the sight before she moved onto a more pressing matter. "Juliana are you okay?" She asked concerned. Something that was generally uncharacteristic for her, as she waited until the voice of her master in her head replied. "Jeanne... Why didn't you just transform to begin with." Juliana said with the same strain she had earlier still not getting over the throbbing pain in the shoulder. "Sorry Juliana, my mistake, I'll make it up to you." Jeanne replied with what seemed genuine emotion, it was never her intention to get her masters body hurt. They were in this mess together even in their strange form of existence. "Now I think its time for the whole reason we are here." Jeanne said with some excitement in her voice as she de-materialised her blade leaning down to where she felt the most mana on the mans person, flipping him over as she pulled out the assassin class card and giggled to herself. "Oh this should help us alot, its got a lot of blood on its hands..." Jeanne said as she opened wide and ate the class card.

She felt it's energy go down as it tried to connect to the class card at the core of her being, as it attempted to repair and then she grimaced as her body felt like it was trying to rip itself apart, as it convulsed and spasmed. "Jeanne stop please I beg it hurts!" Juliana screamed in her head. This ripshoddy method was going to end up killing them... and so Jeanne let it go... She vomited it back up onto the ground coughing and spluttering, her face made her look as if she had gone through the greatest hangover. "It almost worked, it just wasn't compatible enough." Jeanne said annoyed, wiping her lips as she dragged herself to her feet, hearing the sirens in the distance. She grabbed the class card and hide it somewhere where the police wouldn't find it, but anyone with any mana detection would find it instantly. Right between the cracks of the pavement.

She stumbled off trying to move as fast as she could given how much pain she was in. A scary thought as she could take a bullet wound like it was nothing... but trying to fix her damaged class card with such an incompatible thing had felt like she had tried to rip her very existence apart. She could hear Juliana's sobbing her in head, likely a result of the fact that her mind was less receptive to pain and thus was feeling it worse. "Hang in there Juliana." Jeanne said reassuringly as she picked up the groceries, any sass or vindictiveness in her voice replaced with pure concern for the well-being of her master. "It hurts so bad..." Juliana's voice said quietly as though speaking with great strain.

Jeanne then began to run with the enhanced speed of a servant so as to avoid any engagement... They just needed to get home as fast as possible. For Juliana's sake if not her own. Perhaps if anyone was monitoring her route they would see her move as away from the crime scene on a way to where she lived before after what seemed like a few moments her mana signature completely disappeared within about 800 meters or so of her home. She had continued to keep to herself and avoid camera's and prying eyes as she frustratingly pulled herself up the steps. The lack of her true form having caused her body to feel it injuries even more so for while she wasn't feeling the pain, her body was certain showing signs of some strain.

She stumble into her apartment as she tore off her coat, the shoulder of her shirt was stained with the blood but it appeared the mixture of a servant and a human gave ample regenerative properties, as it had already clotted, and neither did it feel like the lead remained however now she certainly felt lightheaded now because she wasn't accessing her full power. "Can you please promise me Jeanne, can we not do that again anytime soon." Juliana pleaded as Jeanne felt another convulsion as if their was still some lingering mana from the assassin class card. She leant over the sink and expunged the rest of the toxin from her body as she pulled back wiping her face, "I promise." Jeanne said flatly, annoyed at how sick she felt.

"I think we should have some sleep..." Juliana suggested as Jeanne responded wordless by limping to the bedroom and flopping on the comfy pillow in order to rest her head. "Vengeance can wait for a little while..." Jeanne mumbled as she closed her eyes and attempting to go to sleep without even bothering to change, the mana in the air being drawn in a little more then usual in order to help the recovery but did Jeanne care, she'd kill anyone that dared try to stop her in her goals.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Post should be up today.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

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Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

The Mysterious Master / Servant Pair

The pale woman sighed heavily to herself as she finished off the last of her roll. Having slumped so casually onto a bench back on the main street, she rested her legs. She wasn't tired mentally that was for certain, but her joints did certainly ache a little from her night-time adventure of climbing on things and running along rooftops and hiding from cameras and eyes because of the fact she was basically trespassing every five seconds but what was such a stupid thing as property rights to a girl like her? Nothing that's what, the law couldn't contain her not as she was.

Her eyes looked out towards the street staring at the passerby's as they moved by. Men, Women, Children. All of them were either ignorant or blind to the secret nature of the world, of its mysteries of its splendour they were so naive it pained her. "It pains me too." The voice in her head chimed in. "Well then, that means you understand me a little bit doesn't it." The pale woman mumbled to herself talking to the voice the expression on her face a mix of boredom and what seemed to be slight smile.

"When we get back I'll make you dinner and it'll b-" The voice began as it started to speak. What it was saying though was lost to the pale woman, whom had begun clutching her chest. A hot pain was running through the very core of her being, a hot pain that she had never felt before but she instinctively knew what it meant. It was a good type of pain, the pain that would inform her of a boatload of joy just waiting to arrive and it was getting hotter. "Class Card?" The voice asked having stopped whatever they had started having the same strain as if they too was feeling the same sharp burning sensation, a con of their particular existence. "It must to be them" The pale woman said with a hostile tone as she scanned the street standing up as she left her groceries on the bench.

The pain was ascending rapidly in her chest which meant whomever it was, was moving at speeds comparable to a runner. Likely a vehicle as nobody was running and the only vehicle was... "You have got to be kidding me." She laughed as the police bike came into view. Of course a member of the law had to be in possession of a class card. "What a cliche." The voice in her head mumbled as if this revelation was disappointing.

The voice didn't have time to make any more comments though because in a period of a few seconds the pale woman gripped at the air as she curled her fingers around the hilt of a blade as it began to manifest in her fingers. Thin, Sharp and covered in crimson runes that appeared almost demonic in nature, an idea of a weapon made to cut given form. To any that could detect mana it was as if she had come from nowhere.

Giving her target no time to react. She leaped forward to collide with the side of the motorbike with all the force her body could muster, slashing the blade across the front wheel causing it to buckle. The policeman having only just turned his head to look at where the sudden influx of mana had appeared from as she crashed into his side. Attacking a law enforcer? Oh she was going to be in so much trouble now. Good. Let them come.

The weight of her impact and the now unstable bike cause both her and the policeman to be thrown onto the curb as her momentum caused her to roll off of him, all of that having happened in only seconds. He had been a decent impact cushion for her, so she wasn't delayed in the slightest when she drew herself to her feet to the crowd of onlookers some of which were attempting to pull out their recording devices of preference. "Gens stupides." She roared at them threateningly raising her sword, the action of which caused the crowd to disperse and to run.

Pandemonium, people fleeing the street with their children, teenagers yelling about terrorist attacks. Oh how the world had grown so weak. Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward towards the police officer, whom was still on the ground, attempting to get on his feet, obviously he was winded. "I know you know why I am here" The pale woman said with a smile looking down at her little victim. "Be cautious" the voice in her mentioned as the pale woman cracked a smile at the police officer. "Stand up and fight me, or die a cowards death." She ordered, the ultimatum was clear and it was backed by the fact she was now pointing her ebony coloured blade directly at him, her eyes glistening with a hunger for bloodshed.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

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I'm sorry to hear that. Is it bad? :(

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That should work. Either that or we can hand custody to @Grey, since we have reasonable assurance you'll be back once you're finished being laid up by your injury, @KawaiiKyouko

@1Charak2 Are you still with us? I believe that'll be everybody once we hear from you. Also, I will work on a next morning post, but anyone who wants to post first may feel free to do so. You'll just be waking up in the inn and meeting downstairs (or at a cafe, depending on Collins' mood) for breakfast and debriefing.

@Turboshitter

two words.

Funeral Tuesday