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Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

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Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

Character List:

• Agency Head: Suzuki Tomoko
• The Former Enemy: Shimizu Kaori

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Rin@Rune_Alchemist@Raineh Daze@Vertigo: OOC is up!

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

Rumors are strange things.

Rumor has it that there's a special agency that only opens at night. Rumor has it that this agency is run by a waifish, doll-like girl with only one arm and one leg. Rumor has it that this agency is specialized in handling the abnormal.

Possession.

Monsters.

Curses.

Rumor has it that this agency handles the sort of cases you only hear about browsing the internet late at night, on paranormal boards, or on strange TV shows covering mysterious topics.

But such things are only rumors, aren't they? There's no way they could exist. Ghosts filled with grudges and mindlessly exacting revenge on anyone who sets foot in their haunting grounds. Yokai that prey upon humans in dark places. Curses that bring woe to entire bloodlines. All manner of wickedness lurking just out of sight of the average person.

Realistically, such things can't possibly exist. Common sense dictates that this simply can't be the case.

But common sense fails more often then you might think.

That girl's right arm, wrapped up entirely in a bandage, not a hint of flesh to be seen beyond it. Her left leg, replaced with a prosthetic. Her petite figure and doll-like appearance perfectly matching the rumor.

Surely it had to be a coincidence, right? Surely it had to be a nasty rumor started about someone who was already facing disability due to injury. There was no reason to think there was anything strange about her.

Right?

You might even remember that news story, about the girl who was found in a park.

It had to be at least seven years ago.

She was missing an arm and a leg.

Was this that girl?

But there was no way those rumors were true.

At least, that's what you thought.

The Midnight Exorcism Agency is real. The yokai, phantoms, and curses? All of them real. The world isn't so simple as common sense would tell you, as it turns out.

It's a far stranger place then most people ever want to think about.

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So, this is an urban fantasy RP focusing on an exorcism agency run by one Suzuki Tomoko, an unusual girl with a missing arm and leg who was the subject of a ritual that allowed her specialized capabilities regarding the supernatural. She has set about founding an agency through which to utilize these capabilities, and using questionable means("As long as it works, it's fine!") to obtain employees. In terms of what we'll be dealing with, it's going to primarily involve various different youkai and other supernatural beings(onnmyouji, ghosts, yokai, and other supernatural entities, some from the west too) as well. I wouldn't necessarily call this a mystery RP(those never work D:), but it will have some investigation and mystery elements to it in regards to figuring out just what's going on in different cases.

In terms of influences and the tone I'm expecting, I'm pretty inspired by Kyokou Suiri(which comes through pretty strongly I suppose), the Nasuverse, Yozakura Quartet, and a lot of other urban fantasy anime/manga/lns/vns/other general stuff.

I'll be accepting a total of four players, not including myself.

Each of these character slots is going to be coupled with a character concept. While I'm not going to demand anything more specific, if you want to sign up your character should fit within one of these concepts.

The concepts for each slot are as follows:

• The New Hire(Male or Female): You're a student somewhere from high school to university age. You were minding your own business, when one day something unusual happened. It was through this extraordinary and bizarre event that you came into contact with a weird girl who has only one arm and one leg. Maybe you knew her somehow beforehand, or maybe this is the first time you met. Regardless, she certainly knew about you, somehow. One thing lead to another, and she managed to forcibly recruit you into her Exorcism Agency. Perhaps it took a lot of coercion(or even blackmail). Perhaps it didn't. Regardless, you're new to this whole supernatural world, but somehow you're uniquely suited for it. Maybe you're a hanyo, unaware of your lineage until now. Maybe you're the descendent of onmyouji. Maybe you have some kind of special sight, or trait in your blood. Regardless, you're here now.
• The Child(Preferred Female): Why would any kind of business hire a little kid? That's the kind of question anyone would ask when they look at you. You're a child, at least in appearance. But maybe that's not all you are, really. Maybe you're a human, but you have some sort of supernatural capability. Maybe you're a yokai, such a zasshiki-warashi or some other form of childish entity. Maybe you're a cursed doll concealing your inhuman nature beneath your clothing. Whatever the case, you're working for the Midnight Exorcism Agency. You're probably excited to meet the new hire.
• The Shady One(Preferred Male): A lot of people would ask why you're here, but not for the same reason as the kid. Maybe you're generally abrasive. Maybe you make jokes that tend to annoy people. Maybe you're just that shady that no-one trusts you. But for some reason, Suzuki keeps you around. You might have some ulterior motive, but if you're truly secretly antagonistic is impossible to say for anyone but yourself. You might be a human, you might be a yokai, but you're the type of person that grates on the others for some reason regardless.
• The Former Enemy(Male or Female): You were causing trouble. A lot of trouble. Somebody told a certain one-armed and one-legged girl, and that's how you've ended up here. You're definitely a yokai, or a ghost, no doubt about that. It's debatable how willing this is. Maybe you renounced your wicked ways. Maybe you're seething about being forced into servitude. Maybe you're somewhere inbetween. Regardless, you're serving Tomoko now.

Also, this RP will be running on a weekly schedule. I expect at least one post a week. Please try to keep to this schedule, and inform me if you are unable to.

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• Name:
• Age:
• Gender:
• Race:
• Appearance:
• Personality:
• Abilities:
• Skills:
• Equipment:
• Brief Backstory:

There's already been some interest expressed in a few slots, so I'll be letting those people try for those spots first.

@Rin@Rune_Alchemist@Raineh Daze@Vertigo

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

Rumors are strange things.

Rumor has it that there's a special agency that only opens at night. Rumor has it that this agency is run by a waifish, doll-like girl with only one arm and one leg. Rumor has it that this agency is specialized in handling the abnormal.

Possession.

Monsters.

Curses.

Rumor has it that this agency handles the sort of cases you only hear about browsing the internet late at night, on paranormal boards, or on strange TV shows covering mysterious topics.

But such things are only rumors, aren't they? There's no way they could exist. Ghosts filled with grudges and mindlessly exacting revenge on anyone who sets foot in their haunting grounds. Yokai that prey upon humans in dark places. Curses that bring woe to entire bloodlines. All manner of wickedness lurking just out of sight of the average person.

Realistically, such things can't possibly exist. Common sense dictates that this simply can't be the case.

But common sense fails more often then you might think.

That girl's right arm, wrapped up entirely in a bandage, not a hint of flesh to be seen beyond it. Her left leg, replaced with a prosthetic. Her petite figure and doll-like appearance perfectly matching the rumor.

Surely it had to be a coincidence, right? Surely it had to be a nasty rumor started about someone who was already facing disability due to injury. There was no reason to think there was anything strange about her.

Right?

You might even remember that news story, about the girl who was found in a park.

It had to be at least six years ago.

She was missing an arm and a leg.

Was this that girl?

But there was no way those rumors were true.

At least, that's what you thought.

The Midnight Exorcism Agency is real. The yokai, phantoms, and curses? All of them real. The world isn't so simple as common sense would tell you, as it turns out.

It's a far stranger place then most people ever want to think about.

---

So, this is an urban fantasy RP focusing on an exorcism agency run by one Suzuki Tomoko, an unusual girl with a missing arm and leg who was the subject of a ritual that allowed her specialized capabilities regarding the supernatural. She has set about founding an agency through which to utilize these capabilities, and using questionable means("As long as it works, it's fine!") to obtain employees. In terms of what we'll be dealing with, it's going to primarily involve various different youkai and other supernatural beings(onnmyouji, ghosts, yokai, and other supernatural entities, some from the west too) as well. I wouldn't necessarily call this a mystery RP(those never work D:), but it will have some investigation and mystery elements to it in regards to figuring out just what's going on in different cases.

In terms of influences and the tone I'm expecting, I'm pretty inspired by Kyokou Suiri(which comes through pretty strongly I suppose), the Nasuverse, Yozakura Quartet, and a lot of other urban fantasy anime/manga/lns/vns/other general stuff.

I'll be accepting a total of four players, not including myself.

Each of these character slots is going to be coupled with a character concept. While I'm not going to demand anything more specific, if you want to sign up your character should fit within one of these concepts.

The concepts for each slot are as follows:

• The New Hire(Male or Female): You're a student somewhere from high school to university age. You were minding your own business, when one day something unusual happened. It was through this extraordinary and bizarre event that you came into contact with a weird girl who has only one arm and one leg. Maybe you knew her somehow beforehand, or maybe this is the first time you met. Regardless, she certainly knew about you, somehow. One thing lead to another, and she managed to forcibly recruit you into her Exorcism Agency. Perhaps it took a lot of coercion(or even blackmail). Perhaps it didn't. Regardless, you're new to this whole supernatural world, but somehow you're uniquely suited for it. Maybe you're a hanyo, unaware of your lineage until now. Maybe you're the descendent of onmyouji. Maybe you have some kind of special sight, or trait in your blood. Regardless, you're here now.
• The Child(Preferred Female): Why would any kind of business hire a little kid? That's the kind of question anyone would ask when they look at you. You're a child, at least in appearance. But maybe that's not all you are, really. Maybe you're a human, but you have some sort of supernatural capability. Maybe you're a yokai, such a zasshiki-warashi or some other form of childish entity. Maybe you're a cursed doll concealing your inhuman nature beneath your clothing. Whatever the case, you're working for the Midnight Exorcism Agency. You're probably excited to meet the new hire.
• The Shady One(Preferred Male): A lot of people would ask why you're here, but not for the same reason as the kid. Maybe you're generally abrasive. Maybe you make jokes that tend to annoy people. Maybe you're just that shady that no-one trusts you. But for some reason, Suzuki keeps you around. You might have some ulterior motive, but if you're truly secretly antagonistic is impossible to say for anyone but yourself. You might be a human, you might be a yokai, but you're the type of person that grates on the others for some reason regardless.
• The Former Enemy(Male or Female): You were causing trouble. A lot of trouble. Somebody told a certain one-armed and one-legged girl, and that's how you've ended up here. You're definitely a yokai, or a ghost, no doubt about that. It's debatable how willing this is. Maybe you renounced your wicked ways. Maybe you're seething about being forced into servitude. Maybe you're somewhere inbetween. Regardless, you're serving Tomoko now.

Also, this RP will be running on a weekly schedule. I expect at least one post a week. Please try to keep to this schedule, and inform me if you are unable to.

---

• Name:
• Age:
• Gender:
• Race:
• Appearance:
• Personality:
• Abilities:
• Skills:
• Equipment:
• Brief Backstory:

There's already been some interest expressed in a few slots, so I'll be letting those people try for those spots first.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

With the affirmative replies from her soldiers, many of them determined to bring justice to the cult that was lurking among the ancient graves and rocky outcroppings, Velvetica nodded to herself.

However, there were still others who had questions of their own.

Among them was the nem merchant, Lirrah, who had journeyed from the far south. As someone who had only rarely interacted with her kind prior, Velvetica had to admit it was easy to think of her as childlike and defenseless. But that wasn't exactly true. She was an adult, and did possess weaponry of her own, even if it wasn't exactly suited to full-blown combat so much as self-defense.

"You'd have to be an idiot to unnecessarily place a merchant and supplier directly into combat," she commented, with an idle wave of her hand, "With that being said, it would also be foolish not to take advantage of your eyesight. You'll be placed in the backlines, at a higher vantage point near our archers."

Not only would this keep her out of direct danger, but it would also capitalize on her excellent nightvision and allow her to keep the supplies out of direct combat as well. It also wouldn't require an escort.

"As for you, Lambert, I believe your skills will best be suited to the second phase of our assault," she replied to the assassin, "Which brings me to our plan of attack."

The blonde girl cleared her throat.

"While I am quite certain of our enemy's nature, it's worth noting that it would be discovered far more swiftly if they had been utilizing undead in their raids," she added, "Isn't it curious that a necromantic cult has not been doing as such?"

She clapped her hands together.

"Simply because they worship necromancy does not mean they are any good at it, you see, and I suspect they're not utilizing their undead for their raids for that reason," she continued, "The undead are likely being used exclusively as guardians for their camp, and for the purposes of labor in order to locate whatever it is that they're seeking. To put it another way, we can likely expect mortal resistance for the most part."

It was a hunch, admittedly, but for a cult that embraced necromancy so clearly, not to actually use any undead in their attacks was a curious choice. Going through the effort of collecting the bodies, but not using them for anything else, meant that there had to be a reason they chose not to.

"Our approach is thus to draw their defenders from their hole with a tantalizing prize: Strong and well-supplied soldiers in seemingly manageable numbers, carrying valuable materials. Bait, in other words. So close to their camp, it will be difficult for fanatics to ignore the new supply of high-quality dead, slaves, and necessary supplies."

Turning their raiding habits against them was the most logical choice to be made, especially given their seeming boldness.

"We will then ambush their raiding party and destroy it, before proceeding into their camp. As I mentioned, Lambert, once we've commenced our ambush, I would like for you to break off of our main force in order to seek out and slay the one raising the dead. The sooner they our slain, the quicker the possibility of raising their own dead is ended, as well as the threat of whatever undead they might possess."

@Raineh Daze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

With her conversation with Sir Ethelred concluded, Fio bowed her head politely and focused on the Queen's words.

Assigning her as leader for a mission to seek out and converse with giants? Seeking the assistance of a giant smith, for that matter?

Well, Fio could hardly contain her approval of the choice of leader. She felt entirely confident in her capacity in such a position. She was, after all, quite mentally capable. Not to say that the others were stupid in her eyes, but when it came to certain kinds of intelligence she did believe she was a step ahead of any of the knights. And that made her extremely well-suited to leadership.

When it came to giants, Fio had never personally interacted with them. What research she had done of them was also not entirely clear on all the details. She knew some aspects of their culture, their nature, but when it came to how best find a Giant Smith... Well, she was confident she would be able to figure it out, but at the same time it was important to have a good starting point.

She had some idea of what to look for, but any information helped.

"Do you have any suggestions on where to start?" asked the Sword Witch, "Not that I don't know what to look for, but the faster a Giant Smith is found, the better."

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

"My, an oversized chicken is our opponent, now?"

If this was Kordelia's direct doing, it was almost hilarious. Almost. If not for the rest of the situation.

The icy translucent barrier that Aleksiya had conjured served well to protect her from the winds, and any undignified results that might have come from such an impact.

"How threatening. How utterly terrifying," idly commented the petite vampire, deconstructing her ice barrier into water and drawing it into her hand, where it froze solid once more, forming an icy spear of considerable length and thickness that drifted above her palm, "I'm shaking, truly."

The fact that the beastly avian had chosen to drop and screech its presence as if there was any true gravitas to its entrance was, in all honesty, even more amusing to Aleksiya. The bird had a sense of self-importance, perhaps? It thought it had earned such a dramatic entrance? Or perhaps it was so mindless with rage and fury that it had to voice its anger? Or it was perhaps a display, in an attempt to threaten them?

It truthfully didn't matter in the slightest. The outcome would be the same. It would always be the same.

Her enemies would die.

Sooner or later, all of them would.

"But I've grown tired of loud noises, so would you kindly shut that beak of yours?"

With that, the child-like vampire snapped her fingers, sending the thick ice spear hurtling directly towards the bird's face.

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This

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

While most of Anne's mind was in a panic, attempting to analyze everything the Prince had said in order to isolate and defend against even the slightest chance of a flag, it wasn't as if she entirely failed to realize the situation.

Even if she hadn't played the game before, Lilian's feelings for the Prince were entirely obvious. Her treatment in the Prince's route was one of the reasons it hadn't been her favorite, for that matter. Certainly, she wasn't very nice, but it felt rather harsh for someone who wasn't particularly a genuinely bad person.

Anne took a deep breath.

"U-um, maybe you could catch up?" she suggested, awkwardly, "S-since it's... er..."

She trailed off after a few moments. What did she even say here? Playing matchmaker wasn't her strongsuit at all! Doing it in real life was vastly different from doing it in SRPGs!

"Er... and... we can... go let you do that!"

As odd as Serrica was acting, it was at least a potential out from a dangerous situation!

@PKMNB0Y@Pyromania99

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Erich Cazt.

It had been early in Thaln's history when a monstrous demon had, for reasons beyond human understanding, chose to become the country's enemy. Perhaps it was his own amusement. Torture. Murder. Brutality. That was the demon's delight.

Erich Cazt stood and challenged him.

Erich Cazt defeated him.

He broke the demon, slew his body, and sent his spirit fleeing from the gates of Aimlenn, in terror.

And now the Demonbreaker was their enemy. His body, yes, but it was the corpse of a hero nonetheless. He had cast Dame Serenity with ease, and now stood in combat with Sir Gerard.

Fanilly had to catch her breath. She had to steady herself. It was one blow after another. First that monstrous undead, now a fallen her turned into a weapon. A legend made into a tool for a necromancer.

And yet alongside the fear, anger burned in her heart. To take the body of a man who had done so much for their country and its people, to use it as nothing more then a puppet to defend himself. The true Erich Cazt would never have stood for such a thing.

Her grip on her blade tightened.

The necromancer was the true target. Not only that, but with his defeat, so to would fall all of the undead he had created.

But Erich was bearing down on Sir Gerard. That blade gleaming as it was readied to strike once more.

Fanilly was already in motion. With the necromancer shielded, that meant that the danger one of her knights was in was far higher in priority.

She was certain that her attack wouldn't kill. This wasn't Jeremiah. The undead felt neither pain, nor concern for their own wellbeing.

But if she could find a gap...!

Fanilly skidded to a halt beside Erich, twisting her body and thrusting her blade upwards with both hands. Her aim was to slip it beneath his arm as he swung, thrusting into a gap in his armor, piercing his arm, and disrupting his swing. She knew it wouldn't do enough damage to impact the undead in any considerable way, but if she could stop his blow then Sir Gerard would have a moment or two to follow up!

The Necromancer simply smirked. Erich Cazt was a legend. Even without his capacity as a mage restored, his skill as a warrior was more than enough.

This was a dangerous time for him, but he hardly cared what happened to anyone else in the mausoleum, as long as he survived. His barrier, and his hostage, would make him no easy target.

But his smirk faltered when he saw the figure that had appeared on the opposite end of the room.

Gripping a basket of nuts, having spoken in a sultry, yet casual tone, was the slim figure of a girl, not too different in height(or perhaps slightly shorter) than the knight-captain. Her features were slight, perhaps endearing to some, but the horns that curled form her head and the black that surrounded her orange irises were enough to indicate her true nature even without taking into account the redness of her skin. If not for her demonic nature, the fact the clothing she was wearing was too large for her and far more masculine then one would expect would be comical.

It was the same clothing one of the Necromancer's conspirators had been wearing.

"Y-you..." he spoke, eyes widening, "... Were you inside that gem then? Hah, well, you'll have to get past the Demonbreaker too, if you want to challenge me."

Fierense ducked low, sprinting to the side, lightning trailing in her wake as she did. The arrows, aimed as they were ,careening towards her, were suddenly tilted just off-course, towards the trail of electricity behind her as opposed to the witch herself. It was likely arrows that had not been infused with Shael's power could be drawn away from their target in a similar manner.

"Is that so? I thought it was a compliment, you know," responded the witch, cocking her head, "A divine spirit is a divine spirit all the same."

Lighting tore from her fingertips, towards the archer knight, but it seemed oddly unfocused. Almost as if Fierense didn't particularly care if her blow struck or not, in spite of her prior behavior.

But it would definitely make it harder to shoot back.

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode

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With the elder princess left to see the various relics in Candaeln's halls and guarded by both Iron Rose Knights and Crown Knights alike, it was likely she would be a difficult target even if there was another assassin or wicked spirit that figured out where she had gone.

Princess Maletha smiled slightly when Sir Fionn patted her head, before slowly following Tyaethe out of the room.

When they arrived at the room, well...

It was difficult to say what the Second Princess expected from a legendary knight's room. But it probably wasn't this, judging by the way in which her eyes widened slightly. Then again, she perceived that knight as a child like herself, so perhaps it was the presence of the more knightly aspects that had surprised her instead?

It was impossible to say.

But when she was introduced to Elei, she approached the theoretically-a-rabbit stuffed to, clutching Thrinax to her chest as she did.

She took one of the stuffed dragon's forelimbs in her hand, and raised it, slowly making it wave back and forth as if in greeting.

@Krayzikk@The Otter@Psyker Landshark@Raineh Daze