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The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

"I'm not torturing you," protested Fio, already having to deal with enough of an awkward situation as it was without Cethlann's comments. Married? Obviously not even close to the truth.

She tried not to glance in the Fomorian's direction, and used the outside of the jacket to dry herself as opposed to the inside. Leaving a prisoner to sit and grow increasingly cold without any form of clothing was torture, and even if said prisoner was a Fomorian it was wrong to do such a thing. So by using the outside of the jacket instead she could keep it from getting too wet.

"What exactly do you think a witch is?" she complained. Why was this what Cethlann expected from a witch? What part of this situation screamed witch to the fomorian, exactly? What kind of experiences did she have with witches? Was that something she could have discovered if she went the other way in Cethlann's dreams?

On second thought, perhaps she didn't want to know.

The sight of the scar on the Fomorian's torso wasn't lost on Fio, and there was an even larger one on her back. Initially Fio assumed it was the result of self-experimentation, but it only took a few moments for the Sword Witch to realize why that didn't make much sense. Cethlann had not endured her own pain particularly well.

While she'd like to assert that it wasn't important, there was every possibility it was.

"I-in any case, I certainly learned some interesting information," Fio added, doing her best to not directly reveal anything she had learned yet and try and keep her mind off of the general awkwardness of the situation. The three-armed Fomorian was associated with Cethlann, and on top of that the latter had been getting pressure for results from another party. She'd have to investigate more, when she was able.

She tossed the jacket back onto the Fomorian and set about retrieving her own clothing. Certainly her undergarments were soaked, but the rest of her clothing wasn't.

Soon enough, she was adjusting her hat back in place.

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The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Fio gritted her teeth in frustration. She'd completely failed to account for her situation after getting out of the water. She could have brought something to dry herself off with, and a spare set of clothing.

She hadn't done any of that. She'd bee so focused on her other preparations she hadn't even thought about it. And now she was left without any way of getting dry, aside from some old sacks, or...

...

That really was the only option, wasn't it?

The Sword Witch was only growing even more frustrated as she came to realize just how she was going to have to dry herself off. She didn't like it one bit, but she also couldn't sit in the prison, bereft of anything to wear, until someone slipped a towel and a change of clothes through the door. She was tired enough as it was, and there was no way she would admit to her situation to begin with.

And so, the only dry article piece of fabric that wasn't her own clothing had to be acquired.

Maybe that would shut the Cethlann up a bit. Make her share in the embarrassing experience.

Once she had acquired the coat and used it to dry off, at least she could put on her dry clothing, sans underclothes.

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Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Hey everybody, I'll probably bet getting the RP up in the next couple of days! Sorry for the delay again.

I'll also likely be putting up a discord server.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The fact that there still seemed to be no other assassins present was both a relief and concern to Fanilly. It certainly meant there was no immediate attempt on the elder Princess's life, but on the other hand that could have just meant they were hiding elsewhere. Especially given that this assassin in particular was somehow able to enter the ball entirely unseen until she took the shot.

... And just who had warned her about the assassin in the first place?

Her hands tightened a bit when Sir Sergio lifted the Nem assassin into the air by her scarf. On one hand, she didn't want to stop at anything to uncover the truth of what had happened. On the other, going too far with a prisoner wouldn't help either.

Her train of thought was entirely derailed when Sir Gerard removed the scarf entirely.

The assassin immediately attempted to look away and obscure what had just been witnessed, but with her hands behind her back it simply wasn't possible to hide it.

The pale flesh of the nem's throat had long healed by now. But it was clear what had been done to it so long ago. The gristly, jagged white scars that indicated the grotesque butchery that had once been carried out on the girl was impossible to miss. At some point, her neck had been hacked open, and thought it was impossible to see inside, her utter silence made it quite clear that her vocal cords had been damaged beyond repair or even entirely torn out.

Needless to say, it was now clear they weren't going to get an answer like this. With her secret handicap revealed, the nem's eyes were rather downcast.

However, she seemed to slowly take note of the rose brooch on Fanilly's breast.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

With the Princesses seemingly out of harm's way for now given the knights surrounding them, and no sign yet of another immediate assassination attempt, Fanilly stepped forward, her entire body now tensed. She could see Sir Adeforth towards the entrance, demanding to know how an assassin had managed to slip into the ball.

But the Crown Knights seemed as bewildered as anyone else.

"We have to find out what she knows, as soon as possible," the Knight-Captain asserted, "Ideally, we could interrogate her on the spot, but..."

She hesitated for a moment. Not only did she not desire to engage in torture even by proxy, but a nem was so small it seemed far too easy to go too far with such a thing.

The nem made no effort to resist when she was pulled to her feet, simply dully staring at the floor, golden eyes looking rather dim. Nor was any move made to attempt some form of suicide.

Fanilly could not begin to understand why Tyaethe chose that particular course of action.

"D-Dame Tyaethe?!"

And neither did the assassin, who flinched and pulled back immediately, even if that met pressing against her captor. Now her golden eyes seemed to alight with anger...

But perhaps notably she did not make a single sound the entire time.

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I Reincarnated into the World of an Otome Game, But———?! (Now Accepting)

"Noctis is my friend," began Anne, almost immediately. Not only because of the fact she was genuinely concerned with the state of the young man(she did actually know him, and he had suddenly fainted), but also because this was an excellent way to escape spending any more time with the Prince then absolutely necessary. She didn't need any elaborate excuse, she didn't even need to do anything particularly special.

All she had to do was what she already wanted to do, which was make sure that a friend of hers was okay.

It was a relief. A true relief that it was this easy to escape a flag.

"So, I need to make sure he's okay," she insisted, nodding her head as she did, looking the unconscious boy over. What had happened to him? She didn't remember anything like this happening in the game. Of course, now that this was all real, things didn't necessarily need to go exactly as they did in Cross Heart Academy. But at the same time, it only stood to reason that knowledge of the game's story could inform her of what could happen.

She didn't remember Noctis being sick, or nervous. And when she had spoken with him prior, she didn't remember him behaving like he felt at all unwell in any way. Neither her knowledge of the world as it was now nor her knowledge of the game explained the boy's sudden collapse.

Which made it all the more concerning.

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Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

The tangy, alluring scent of blood.

Unfortunately, it was staining the clothing of a child. He still seemed to be on his feet and breathing, so whatever injury may have been inflicted upon him was minor.

Regardless, they was an opportunity for Aleksiya to demonstrate exactly why she was so confident in her capacity to slaughter the beasts that plagued the town.

"That's not going to be necessary," she said as she stepped forward. There was truly no need to hold back at this point. It was time to permit these people see at least something of her splendor, "I believe it's time that someone started to put these beasts in their place, don't you?"

As she spoke, the very temperature of the air around her dropped, moisture condensing over her shoulder, coalescing into the form of a lengthy spear of ice. Its shimmering form almost seemed to emit a glow all its own, vapor rising from its surface as it drifted just to her right.

"A lesson in their place in this world, shall we say," she added with a smirk, as she stepped forward towards the basement. Certainly, she expected her companions to follow, but at the same time she hardly required them to do so. The diminutive vampire was perfectly happy to dole out a punishment on her own.

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Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

@Bartimaeus: Accepted!

@hatakekuro: Accepted!

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Just going to give a quick update, my final acceptances will be coming in the next day or so. Sorry for how long it's taken!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fanilly hesitated a moment when she felt the hand on her shoulder. On one hand, ensuring the safety of the Princesses was obviously the most important thing. On the other hand, losing the assassin would also lose them their only potential source of information on just what was going on.

They had to capture the assassin and make sure the princesses were safe. Sir Fionn had already handled Princess Maletha. She would be a far more difficult target when his body formed a shield, the little girl trembling and covering her eyes under his arm before being set beside Dame Tyaethe.

Princess Elisandre had fallen backwards, wide-eyed with shock and terror at how close the end of her life had come, trembling. Fanilly stepped closer to her, offering her a hand before pulling her onto her feet.

"We won't allow you to be harmed, your Highness," asserted the knight-captain, "Nor your younger sister."

She took a deep breath.

They had to protect the Princesses. They had to capture the assassin. That was it.

"We have to ensure the safety of the Princesses, but if we allow the assassin to escape, the possibility of another attempt on their lives becomes a guarantee. We have to find out where they came from. Sir Fionn, I'll remain here as the other knights escort the Princesses to safety!"

And that meant capture. But if there were other assassins, were they concealed in the crowds? How had this first assassin managed to get in? Certainly their small size would have been an asset, but there were no easy entrances, nor should they have been able to get so close to the Princess while armed.

Was there a traitor in their midst? But even with that in mind, how would the assassin be able to simply walk up to the First Princess and take a shot?

None of it made sense, and as Fanilly called for the knights nearest to the Princesses to form a barrier and begin guiding them deeper into the castle, the others were able to pursue the assassin.

A pair of golden eyes peaked out from the darkness of their hood, and a brief flash of gritted teeth as the small figure took a sharp turn, then another, darting in and around nobles even as they attempted to clear the floor. While their size surely impacted their speed, the sheer agility of the would-be killer was remarkable. They were so small, and yet so swift.

But there were others who could move faster.

Indeed, the first one to come out ahead of the Assassin was Cecilia.

Then the wall of black steel that was Haelstadt.

Then the uniformed Crown Knights, barring the door.

Golden eyes darting to a nearby window, the assassin turned-

-And was taken to the ground by Renar.

Silently, she hit the floor, jolting from the impact, her hood falling back.

The assassin's small size and agility were almost immediately understood when her face was revealed. The almost-childlike features. The golden hue of her eyes. The pale skin and black hair.

In human lands, Nem weren't exactly a common sight. And yet here one was, a Nem girl clad in leather and cloth, a scarf wrapped around her neck.

The crossbow skittered away across the floor, with heavy black steel descending upon it moments later as Haelstadt crushed it beneath their foot.

The nem did not struggle.

She lay on her back, looking away without a sound, beneath Renar. For all her attempts to escape, she was no longer doing so.

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