TheWendil

Tower of Fable

For all extents and purposes, the Dangeki Bunko was becoming more a residential motel than a café club. That might have been the point of it all, as the more each traveler explored of the Tower’s Floors, the bigger and more diverse their resting area became. As a result, a good many of the travelers went about their own separate ways, including, by unfortunate circumstance, Annabel. “Hey you can’t just swindle me like that,” the huntress said knowingly as Kanbaru gave some lame explanation of refusal. “That’s rightfully mine and you know it.”

But Kanbaru already made up her mind, brushing past the huntress in stride. Her last few words did seem to open some form of negotiation for the future though. “You’re lucky I ain’t got the proper sense to put a bullet in your back,” Annabel said with casual warning before moving away. She had her own deals to settle with anyway and frankly didn’t have time for Kanbaru. No, instead, she strolled right up to Emilia’s shop in the Dangeki and gave her a toothy grin, one arm resting on her wooden counter as if she owned it entirely. “Honey I'm home~”

Meanwhile, Kanbaru didn’t get far before being approached by Akiko and her manifested power. The JSTR was silent at its host’s annoyance, ignoring her entirely; if it was aware of her frustration, it neither cared nor sought to care for it. Instead, it simply flared once as Castle was summoned, the sudden urge to tear it straight from Akiko’s soul rising in Kanbaru’s own bosom with urgency and bloodlust. The moment passed as quickly as it came and no such action was brought out from Kanbaru’s shadow, let alone call for violence. And so, the two went to their rooms for now.

In other corners of the main space, the young princess finally learned the secrets of Serei cards. Of course, by her luck, she was stuck with someone as rambunctious as Lola. It wasn’t long before the wolf had dragged her so found master to the bar, demanding drinks from a chuckling Cait behind the bar counter. As the two “flirted” and she prepared some drinks for them, her eye caught Clair emerging. She winked at the foxy girl and her daring new looks, only to hesitate mid-motion. It was as if she…didn’t quite remember why she felt excitement about her. A shake of her head brought her focus back to gifting Lola and Riku a pair of frothy cold cups filled with liquid as amber as honey.

Unfortunately, Riku’s target of interest was completely ignoring her. Ami was already turning in for the night, walking in the opposite direction of the princess’ shouts and towards her room. Caprice and Rose followed suit, taking the upper floors for their rooms. It left the bar occupied by Lola, Riku, and the sole boy of the group. Thomas kept to himself, no doubt processing what just happened or considering what drink to order.

“Tough day?” A weight shifted beside the boy as someone took the seat next to him. A quick glance revealed it to be Katie, the same girl from just before they left for Victoire’s Floor. She had a different attire, as if she’d been on her own adventures in the Tower, and her look wasn’t of surprise as she noted Thomas with a raised eye. “Don’t think too much of it. Weird stuff is the norm for this kind of place,” she advised.

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Ark Riders

Bump for more racers.

Grimoiric Heart - A Magical Girl Adventure

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Where there was darkness, there was always light to beckon its call, for one could not flourish without the other. Wherever the Pageless struck, there were always those Magical Girls to step forward and vanquish their threat. Such was the case even now, the endless cycle drawn out in the dark rain that blanketed the construction site. While the Pageless were first, the Magical Girls were just as quick to respond thanks in part to Scheherazade’s keen eye and instinct.

Before the Pageless could regroup and form a measure of attack they were already being bombarded by magical mochi. Rabbit-shaped and swelling in power, they did little to truly damage the creatures of darkness. However, they succeeded in knocking them down near-comedically, becoming prime targets for Robin’s arrows to strike firm and true. Indeed, the combined might of Robin and the Rabbit saw quick work of the smaller foes.

Even without their intervention, their enemy would struggle as the third of the light appeared. With a darkness tinged in his step and words, Monarch’s actions resulted in whatever wasn’t being destroyed by Robin now being converted into his own soldiers. However, the cost of such power came in the form of those they swore to protect to now rise with the controlled Pageless in dark purpose. Like animated corpses, they lumbered and lunged at the Pageless leader, eager to enact Monarch’s equally dark will. But darkness begets darkness.

The negativity within Monarch brought with it a new force. The Pageless weren’t stupid, especially those who had enough intelligence to strategize and coordinate their forces. That was why this one had coerced forth something grand for the Magical Girls. A pair of gleaming golden eyes loomed in the backdrop, towering behind the Pageless leader like a monolith. The rain did little to reveal its mass but after a strike of lightning, its full form was revealed in an instant.

The massive Pageless raised a thundering arm and slammed it down with great force upon its turned siblings. Most of Monarch’s allies were squandered and squashed, returning back into essence of darkness as they were destroyed. Acting as a bodyguard, the massive Pageless continued to swing and pummel Monarch’s forces. Soon it would turn its attention to the controlled humans also coming towards it. With the rain pounding just as hard as its fists, the great Pageless raised an arm to bring down like the force of a god upon the unsuspecting humans.

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@Lonewolf685, @Martian, @Dreaming One, @ShadowSunRisen, @The 42nd Gecko.

The first post is up. You're free to make your intros IC; in my next post, the first race will begin so prepare now.

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Mevalo City was as busy as ever. Not to be confused by the planet of the same name, of which any who was worth their salt would be walking on, the grand metropolis was stir-crazy for the sport that made up their culture. Indeed, the 45th Cosmic Grand Prix was all that anyone was talking about. And with gossip of the races came gossip of the Ark Riders who populated said races as well. Hailing from every corner of the known star system, they gathered here and now for their grand entry into glory.

For while Mevalo-that was to say, the planet, not the city-had been fully converted into a grand racing track by Mevalo-the company, not the planet-the city of Mevalo was still highly suitable for leisure wear for the visiting Ark Riders. The grand city scape promised all manner of wonders and activities to bide one’s time, so long as it was geared towards Space Races. For the Ark Riders though, their focus would lay in either preparing for the first of their many racing trials or, in some unfortunate cases, scurrying to place in their applications with Mevalo.

With the encouragement of third-party companies to sponsor their Ark Riders, it was only natural someone forgot to sign in when they should have. Whoever they may have been, all were captured in the snapping lens of small drones that paroled and zipped through the air. With all the ferocity of native hornets, they dashed about, the sounds of snapping heard from their bodies as they captured footage and photos of the grand spectacle, Ark Rider and fan alike. All information was of course relayed to their source-

“Gooooood morning Mevalo! What a beautiful day for the first of our many Space Races! Welcome to the 45th Grand Cosmic Prix!” came a loud, almost impossibly shrill voice from the drones. Some citizens covered their ears and reclined back from the microphone output, knowing all too well it was time for Wave’s Broadcast to begin. “As your resident go-to for all news Ark Rider related, and personal cover girl for Mevalo I might add, it’s looking like a heated battle of wills and rivalries this year!” continued the voice. The fact it came from all of the drones didn’t help much in terms of tolerance.

All the same, she did her job, and most of the rowdy brand were pumped up by her words of encouragement. Indeed, the day seemed ripe for excitement for both racer and spectator alike. Already the majority of crowds were filing into the many grand stadiums that dotted Mevalo City. Each one would soon take to the skies once the races began, powered by Mevalo engines to ensure the maximum spectacle for their viewing pleasure. So far, everything seemed to fall into place. Everything was going in order. What could possibly go wrong?

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^INTRODUCTION

For as far back as time ethereal there has been one basic instinct laid dormant within all living creatures; the strive to move forward. Through eons and ages of the galaxy this single drive has manifested in countless ways and facets. But now, in the modern age of the cosmos, this instinct crystalized into a buzzing craze that has enamored the galaxy’s citizens in its grip; the Space Races. Wild, untamed sports that provoke daring, bravado, and most of all, grand prizes for those foolhardy enough to participate in the sport, now reign in the cosmos.

The Space Races are far spread among the star systems inhabiting the sky and with their diversity so too do their quality range as well. From the standard courses of one planet to another, to the more constructed tournaments hosted by collaborated systems, only one true race matters in the grand design: The Cosmic Grand Prix. Hosted on the planet Mevalo by the aptly named Mevalo Corporation, the Cosmic Grand Prix attracts daring pilots from all corners of the stars to win the ultimate, impossible prize; a single wish to grant any desire.

No one knows how exactly they manage it, but time and time again the Cosmic Grand Prix has proven to be a mass success for the Mevalo Corporation. With the dawn of the 45th Grand Prix arriving soon and rumors of a new head sponsor for this year’s tournament, the excitement for Space Races and the Ark Riders who participate in them has never been higher. The time for doubt is over. Let rumors of Mevalo Corporation be dispelled. Let the races begin.

^{EVENT LOG}

-Starting Engines

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I’ll be starting the IC in the following week or so.

I Might As Well Make One of These

Mavis

"By ashes to ashes, return to the dust!"

Appearance

✣ Name: Mavis Meadowbane
✣ Race: Human
✣ Gender: Female
✣ Age: 28

✣ Personality: Because of her upbringing and discipline, Mavis often holds herself and those around her in high reserves of discipline. For the most part, she is “no nonsense and strict”, or so others have oft described her. In truth, she simply likes getting the job done quickly and efficiently with no excuse or waver from a job or contract. Because of this, she’s often noted as a stalwart force both on the battlefield and off it; or for the more ill-natured, a stick up the ass.

Still, there is some leeway behind the stoic wall she holds on herself. If one is patient enough, they may catch her smiling when a soft breeze passes her cheek or when a cute animal crosses her path; or when someone suggests the prospect of monster hunting. Either or, rare as it is, seem to allow something of a softer nature be revealed from the mercenary girl with the spear.

✣ Background: For as far back as since she was a little girl, Mavis had always been fascinated in monsters. From their nature to their standing, the vast bestiary of creatures that walked the earth held ill intent and fascination from the young girl. And with this curiosity came the desire to hunt them, be it out of some sense of justice to those they’ve plagued and wronged or perhaps for the thrill of adventure. Regardless of her reasons, it was this single drive that decided much of Mavis’ early career before flourishing into the life she holds now.

Born in the Amber Groves, she was discouraged from an early age at her lack of magical talent due to her thin Mana Veins. Naturally, she was drawn more so to the way of the warrior and thus, soon found most of her training under the kingdom of Kogani. It was there where she learned the art of weaponry with the brutality and gritted combat skills needed to survive the harsh regiments of the warrior kingdom. At some point in her life, she left Kogani, having acquired all the tools of trade and survival skills needed to pursue her true passion: Monster hunting.

Now she serves as a mercenary for hire to anyone who can afford her coin, though she’s been known to waver the prices for any quest involving a malevolent monster. With the news of Gabaras’ fall reaching the ears of the land and rumor of unnatural forces being responsible, it served as the perfect chance for Mavis to embark on a true adventure to test the measure of her life.

✣ Magic: By choice or chance, Mavis never had much of an affinity for the arcane arts due to her extremey thin Mana Veins. Because of this, she has not learned any noteworthy spells nor does she find any desire or effort to do so. Were she to take the time to practice and perhaps hone her magical ability, she’d more than likely manifest it through her arms via runes or magical circles. At the current point in time however, she prefers relying more on her own physique and the assurance of steel more than anything else.

✣ Equipment: As per any mercenary or sellsword for hire, Mavis primarily carries tools of the trade common in her field of work. Most notable among her essentials are the arrow-headed spear and short sword on her figure. While both are ideal for combat, Mavis’ style in fighting sees her in usage of her spear more than her sword; though that’s not to say she can’t use either in deadly proficiency. She often wears a metal gauntlet upon her dominant right hand to better assist herself in using the great spear.

RPs Featured In: The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras, Grimoiric Heart - A Magical Girl Adventure, Grimoiric Heart, Kurai Majoko 2

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@Dreaming One

She's fine by me. Wait for @KoL's approval and you're good to go.

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@Martian

Good, good, our first third-party company racer. He's fine by me; just await @KoL's opnion.