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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"Despise me?"

Alette looked taken aback at Sir Renar's question for a few moments.

But then, her lips slip into a grin, and she was unable to hold back a wave of laughter.

"Ah, you think he hates me? That's hilarious! Ah, I should tell him that when he comes back!" she declared between chuckles, wiping a tear from her eye, "No, no, he doesn't hate me at all. Aah..."

The red-eyed Shark took a deep breath before she continued to speak, seemingly to calm herself.

"We met. It was a while ago, I was still a child," she explained, "He's probably worried about me, more than anything. He doesn't need to, but I don't think that's going to stop him."

A thoughtful expression crossed her features.

"He does have an excellent taste in knives, though. I split open a slaver's belly with the one he gave me."

The manner in which she spoke of disemboweling a slaver sounded much more like recalling a fond memory then describing a violent killing.

"Mmm?"

The half-giant's hidden gazed turned downwards, towards the earth to rest upon Tyaethe's diminutive form. He seemed to consider the prospect for a few moments, before eventually kneeling.

"Very well," Bors said, "You quite remind me of my daughter, so I'm happy to assist."

@Psyker Landshark@Raineh Daze

---

Sir Steffen, it seemed, had discovered a body of one of the Boars. Fanilly took a deep breath. While she'd certainly killed before, directly handling corpses wasn't something she was entirely familiar with. Still, all they had to do was search him for anything unusual, and leaned down to take a closer examination of the body. At the very least, locked inside, the corpses had yet to decay.

The scent of blood was still choking the air, however.

"He's..." she trailed off for a moment, taking a deep breath, but before she could speak, another mercenary approached. He was a young man, with red hair, and he quickly knelt beside the corpse and began patting him down.

"No worries, I've got this," he said, perhaps a little too brightly given what he was doing, "One of those nasty piggies, then, huh? Bastard. Hmmm... there's something... here?"

He ran his fingers over a spot lower down on the dead man's outfit.

When it was sliced open, a small scrap of paper and a cloth wrap were revealed. The cloth was empty, no sign of any supernatural shards of ancient weapons.

The paper, however, was somewhat more interesting.

Black like a shadow and shaped like a piece of glass. Don't touch it.

@Conscripts@6slyboy6

---

Abigail sighed as she examined the wound on the captain's neck.

"A single, violent stroke..." She considered the traits of the dead body for a few moments, "Definitely before the violence began in the rest of the fort. I don't think anyone even came up here... it's a much more elegant death, but still just as cruel..."

It was hard to discern how she felt about it, given the dreamy tone of her voice. Perhaps she was pleased the captain had died like this rather then some kind of brutal murder below? Perhaps she was admiring the elegance? Perhaps it was some combination of both? Regardless, the strange, tall girl drifted to the closet. Within was a simple uniform and various other articles of daily clothing. Beside it stood his suit of armor.

"Mmmm, not here, I don't think..." she murmured to herself, as she slowly searched through his drawers and clothing.

The desk, however, proved somewhat fruitful. Indeed the man had kept a journal, though it seemed many of the pages had been ripped and torn out.

One page in particular, however, hinted at something perhaps surprising. Only part of it remained.

With an object as wicked as this, there can be no accidents or mistakes. Though my heart and soul belong to the crown, I still trust the judgement of-

Beyond that, the page had been torn away.

@The Otter@Crimson Paladin

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Creative Chaos@Krayzikk

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

• Name: Fukada Hoshiko
• Age: 16
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: A bright and chipper young Japanese girl of average height for her age. See below for more detailed physical appearance.
• Personality: A cheerful and exuberant, friendly girl. She always tries to see the best in others, and in spite of the dire situation that humanity faces she never seems to let anything get her down. To her, always pushing ahead, always keeping her head up, and always facing forward is the way she treats her life. Hoshiko is friendly to a fault, almost aggressively trying to get to know others and introducing herself with a smile on her face. She is perhaps a little too open at times, and can be a little senseless. She is deeply dedicated to the idea of protecting others and saving people, claiming that the reason she's still alive is because someone saved her, so she should pass it on. However, in spite of this bright exterior, Hoshiko's personality is not all that it seems. Deep down, she nurses a deep sense of survivor's guilt, which compels her to do everything she can to throw herself wholeheartedly into protecting others and making sure no-one else has to suffer. This is often to a dangerous disregard for her own safety.
  
  But if she burns out protecting people... is it really so bad...?
• History: Hoshiko was an ordinary Japanese girl before the Echidna struck. Even as the crises worsened, her family kept an optimistic attitude, certain that eventually everyone would pull through and that the next day could always be better, an attitude that imprinted itself on her heart. And indeed, it was in this way that they persisted. It seemed this optimistic attitude really was leading to better days, as parts of the world began to recover. Their hometown became a safe haven, not as secure as the big cities but still protected from any major threat.
  
  The optimism could only last so long.
  
  The semblance of normalcy in her hometown was shattered.
  
  Preparing for a school trip to the local natural history museum, which both herself and her best friend Aoki Megumi were very excited about, an attack by a Warped that seemingly appeared from no-where claimed the lives of one of her teachers and many of her peers, leaving any survivors cripplingly injured before it was finally destroyed. Among those injured was Megumi, who suffered a crippling injury to her lower spine that would rob her of the use of her legs. As for Hoshiko, she remembers a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest as a piece of debris punched a hole in her heart. An injury that should have been lethal without immediate medical attention, and yet Hoshiko recovered miraculously the next day. This was because she had been infected, an Echidna parasite entering through the open wound and accelerating her healing process.
  
  Now an asymptomatic host of the parasite, Hoshiko struggled with the quarantine. As soon as she was able to, she wanted to...
  
  She didn't know what she wanted to do. She felt a hollow space inside of her. And yet, she kept smiling, because that was what had got her through everything before, right?
  
  The first thing she did when she was able was to visit Megumi, who was still hospitalized.
  
  She learned she would never walk again not long after.
  
  When she was scouted, Hoshiko jumped at the chance.
  
  She couldn't let anyone else suffer ever again.
• Skills: Hoshiko is quite athletic, fast on her feet. She can think quickly, but is rather dense when it comes to school subjects. If you count eating as a skill, Hoshiko is quite accomplished.
• Chi-Mechframe: Hinotori
  
  • Appearance: "With my two hands, and this frame, I'm going to protect everyone!"
  • Abilities: Hinotori is a high speed melee offense frame. It utilizes rocket boosters arrayed on the back of the armor to propel Hoshiko rapidly across the battlefield and through the air. her chief weaponry is her hands and feet, which she uses to deliver punches and kicks to her opponents. Her gauntlets and greaves are also equipped with boosters, allowing her to increase the amount of force put into each blow by a considerable amount. Highly maneuverable and capable of rapid pursuit, Hinotori allows for a considerable number of offense options in spite of being limited to punches and kicks. Additionally, by building power into a gauntlet, she can deliver an explosive punch for heavy damage.
• Other:: N/A

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Fio let out a heavy sigh. Of course their best option was a grouchy, unreasonable old man.

If you ask me, there's no worth in learning magic. That's the reason you-

There was no need to think about those words any longer.

The Sword Witch considered their options. Dwarves were their next best bet, but that could take quite some time as Elnith pointed out. While she found the unseelie's capabilities fascinating, trusting her with this matter seemed dubious at best. No, indeed, the irritable old man was likely still their most promising option.

That was the reason Fio took a step forward, adjusting her hat and clearing her throat.

"I apologize for intruding upon your time so abruptly, Master Blacksmith," she began. It pained her to approach this delicately when the old man rubbed her the wrong way so thoroughly, but she managed to restrain her tongue for the moment, "But we are here entirely due to respect for your craft."

That much was true. They wouldn't have come here without knowing the kinds of wonders a Giant Blacksmith could create. Without that appreciation for the craft, there was no way they would have bothered reaching out like this.

"I know our kind may have wronged you in the past, and that there is nothing we can do to make up for that," she continued, "However, we are not the same people who did you wrong. I understand that may not mean much, but perhaps..."

She paused for a moment, considering her words.

"Perhaps there is a way we can demonstrate our trustworthiness? I understand you may not so readily be willing to trust us with anything important to you, but what if we were to prove ourselves first?"

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

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

"I... see."

Velvetica took a deep breath. At the very least, that explained the doll's purpose, and it seemed as if she was no longer struggling in Gisela's arms. While she couldn't really fathom the decisions made by the witch that lead to this outcome, she was not about to reject her gifts.

Not the doll, nor the information they had been given.

The doll was particularly strange, given how small she was. Yet in spite of being so tiny, it would be easy to mistake her for flesh and blood if not for the presence of the clearly artificial joints. More than that, the fact there was life in her eyes, the fact that she expressed emotions, if she hadn't seen the Witch with the doll body do just the same it would have been even more jarring.

As it stood, it was just rather surreal.

Starshine returned to its sheath.

"If there are no injured, then we have no time to delay," asserted the Steel Princess as she began to make her way back to the entrance, "If we are to find the ones responsible for purchasing-"

The word was spat with no small amount of contempt.

"-the prisoners, then we need to act quickly. We have no reason to doubt the Witch's words, which means at the very least we know what direction to start with."

She paused for a moment.

"Sir Roger, you will take to the skies and scout for the presence our quarries once we return to the surface," she ordered. As much as she would have liked to give her forces a rest, there was no telling what their targets would do in that time.

"After receiving word from Sir Roger, I will take a division in order to pursue our targets and free the prisoners."

Velvetica paused for a moment. The merchant... why had she come down here in the first place? She certainly hadn't requested such a thing, she was terribly suited for it. The thought had crossed her mind earlier, but now...

"... Lady Lirrah, it's best if you remain with your wares. You will not be alone. Lady Gisela, try to find somewhere where the doll will be comfortable before we depart."

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

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Tch.

She hated this. She hated every part of it.

Why did this have to be her first mission? She wasn't a fool. She was well aware that she wasn't suited to this kind of work. She'd gotten too fed up to hold back with the guard.

But now that they were inside, all she found herself able to do was fume in irritation.

Elizstrazia was pissed off, to say the least.

What was she even doing here? Was there really nothing else?

The Scale Demon huffed to herself. She had absolutely no kind words for anyone they were supposed to be trying to subtly question. To put it simply, she was perfectly aware she wouldn't be subtle.

And the fact she couldn't show how resplendent and perfect she was only served to make her more angry.

Still, given the situation, the fact that she wasn't distracted by anything else aside from her own anger, perhaps that was why she was capable of noticing it.

Elizstrazia could feel it.

That boy.

There was something strange about him. The way he was peeking around the corner and running off wasn't it, that was just someone trying to be sneaky. No, no, it was something else.

Something that felt like it wasn't quite right in comparison to the other people in this place.

Narrowing her eyes, the white-haired maid approached, rounding the corner and immediately locking onto his presence. Time to put her legs to use.

She caught up with him in moments.

"Just what are you doing?" she asked, eyes narrowed, "Hmph, scurrying around like a rat is unbecoming, isn't it? Even for a-"

She paused, catching herself.

"-a boy like you."

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Interest Check; Reboot)

• Name: Fukada Hoshiko
• Age: 16
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: A bright and chipper young Japanese girl of average height for her age. See below for more detailed physical appearance.
• Personality: A cheerful and exuberant, friendly girl. She always tries to see the best in others, and in spite of the dire situation that humanity faces she never seems to let anything get her down. To her, always pushing ahead, always keeping her head up, and always facing forward is the way she treats her life. Hoshiko is friendly to a fault, almost aggressively trying to get to know others and introducing herself with a smile on her face. She is perhaps a little too open at times, and can be a little senseless. She is deeply dedicated to the idea of protecting others and saving people, claiming that the reason she's still alive is because someone saved her, so she should pass it on. However, in spite of this bright exterior, Hoshiko's personality is not all that it seems. Deep down, she nurses a deep sense of survivor's guilt, which compels her to do everything she can to throw herself wholeheartedly into protecting others and making sure no-one else has to suffer. This is often to a dangerous disregard for her own safety.
  
  But if she burns out protecting people... is it really so bad...?
• History: Hoshiko was an ordinary Japanese girl before the Echidna struck. Even as the crises worsened, her family kept an optimistic attitude, certain that eventually everyone would pull through and that the next day could always be better, an attitude that imprinted itself on her heart. And indeed, it was in this way that they persisted. It seemed this optimistic attitude really was leading to better days, as parts of the world began to recover. Their hometown became a safe haven, not as secure as the big cities but still protected from any major threat.
  
  The optimism could only last so long.
  
  The semblance of normalcy in her hometown was shattered.
  
  Preparing for a school trip to the local natural history museum, which both herself and her best friend Aoki Megumi were very excited about, an attack by a Warped that seemingly appeared from no-where claimed the lives of one of her teachers and many of her peers, leaving any survivors cripplingly injured before it was finally destroyed. Among those injured was Megumi, who suffered a crippling injury to her lower spine that would rob her of the use of her legs. As for Hoshiko, she remembers a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest as a piece of debris punched a hole in her heart. An injury that should have been lethal without immediate medical attention, and yet Hoshiko recovered miraculously the next day. This was because she had been infected, an Echidna parasite entering through the open wound and accelerating her healing process.
  
  Now an asymptomatic host of the parasite, Hoshiko struggled with the quarantine. As soon as she was able to, she wanted to...
  
  She didn't know what she wanted to do. She felt a hollow space inside of her. And yet, she kept smiling, because that was what had got her through everything before, right?
  
  The first thing she did when she was able was to visit Megumi, who was still hospitalized.
  
  She learned she would never walk again not long after.
  
  When she was scouted, Hoshiko jumped at the chance.
  
  She couldn't let anyone else suffer ever again.
• Skills: Hoshiko is quite athletic, fast on her feet. She can think quickly, but is rather dense when it comes to school subjects. If you count eating as a skill, Hoshiko is quite accomplished.
• Chi-Mechframe: Hinotori
  
  • Appearance: "With my two hands, and this frame, I'm going to protect everyone!"
  • Abilities: Hinotori is a high speed melee offense frame. It utilizes rocket boosters arrayed on the back of the armor to propel Hoshiko rapidly across the battlefield and through the air. her chief weaponry is her hands and feet, which she uses to deliver punches and kicks to her opponents. Her gauntlets and greaves are also equipped with boosters, allowing her to increase the amount of force put into each blow by a considerable amount. Highly maneuverable and capable of rapid pursuit, Hinotori allows for a considerable number of offense options in spite of being limited to punches and kicks. Additionally, by building power into a gauntlet, she can deliver an explosive punch for heavy damage.
• Other:: N/A

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

"Hah? Haaah?!"

The Beast-class demon that had been tossed towards the Monster-class burned, its entire body soon crumbling away into ash to leave behind that quickly-absorbed souls.

But the Monster-class had moved. For a few moments, those three eyes were wide with shock, relating is true feelings on the attack it had narrowly escape quite handily.

But when the Monster-class Demon came to a halt, its cocky tones returned.

"You're strong? A demon that's that powerful, working as a human lapdog? What a joke! That's hilarious!"

Its skull-like face had twisted into an unnatural-looking grin.

"Guess I'll just have to devour you and all the others here huh?"

As several of its 'hunting dogs' emerged from the darkness on either side, the demon spread its arms wide.

"Take this! Hellburst Shower!"

The temperature rose sharply, the hall once illuminated by a bright, orange glow as a multitude of small fireballs appeared to surround the demon's lengthy, spread limbs. There must have been at least a few dozen of them. With that twisted grin, it swung its arms forward, sending them scattering across the hall. The moment they came into contact with a wall, they erupted into a burst of flames.

It was likely the same could be said about any softer targets they came into contact with.

@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

As Fanilly chose to accompany the other knights into the barracks, Alette waved her hand towards Sir Fionn.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not surprised. Honorable knights and all that," she commented, "Ah, but that captain of yours is really cute, you know. Chatting with her definitely lifted my spirits after hanging around with all these corpses."

It felt as if Alette's demeanor could turn on a dime, given she was not letting out a playful giggle. Still, when Renar spoke to her, her more serious expression returned.

"I'm not going to deny I'm pissed we weren't told just what we were chasing," responded the crimson-eyed Shark, "Sure, the pay was nice, especially getting half first, but it feels like something they should have mentioned."

She sighed.

"But, not like they didn't warn us not to touch it and to try and keep it nice and wrapped up," she continued, "Besides, only a real dumbass would hire expensive mercenaries and not give a shit about their investment. Hard to justify ratting them out when you think about it like that."

She rested her spear on her shoulder once again.

"We're already not going to be finishing this job," she added, "Spreading the name of our employer around on top of that? That's bad for business."

---

The choking scent of blood permeated the barracks. Here, kept insulted from the elements, the corpses were largely quite fresh. It was a grisly sight, to say the least. Some of the soldiers had been murdered in their beds by their fellows, stabbed to death or brutally beaten. Others had perished attempting, it seemed, to protect the injured, some not immediately affected by the shard's madness.

It was a grim sight, to say the least.

Fanilly's hands tensed, and she took a deep breath, trying to clear her head.

"We hadn't gotten to the barracks, yet," commented one of the mercenaries grimly, "It's worse then we thought."

Still, no matter how grim it may be, they could not leave without investigating the bodies.

"Look for anyone who has a tattoo of a boar on the back of their neck," Fanilly ordered. The sight of some of her knights' reactions to the tattoo had been enough to inform her of how they felt, but it was also their strongest lead at the moment. Alette was right. If they found any more bodies belonging to disguised Golden Boars, they would potentially find clues as to who employed the infamous mercenaries. And, if they had obtained the shard, where it might have been taken.

At least the Boar's policies meant there was an identifying marker.

---

"Hmmm?"

Abigail tilted her head when she was spoken to, her eyes shimmering.

"A vampire... ah, an elegant killer? No, no... fast and brutal, but not elegant," she commented as she took stock of Tyaethe's form, "Adorable, though... not as cute as dear Alette, but still adorable~"

She let out a dreamy giggle.

"Mmm, I don't know if I'd call myself undead, you know? I don't think it's very accurate, not exactly... Ah, I know!"

Smiling pleasantly, she took one of her gloves in her hand and slowly removed it.

Beneath were jointed fingers.

"Does this answer your question, cute vampire~?"

When they reached the Captain's quarters, it was just as grisly a sight as the rest of the fort. The captain, a powerful-looking man with dark hair and a large moustache, lay in his bed, his throat slit with a sharp implement. However, is body appeared otherwise untouched.

Near his bed, his desk had been pulled open, various papers scattered about the floor.

While it was a gruesome sight, to say the least, something about it seemed entirely different from the violence committed below...

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Interest Check; Reboot)

Yes hi hello I am here for.

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

@Havoccultist: I'd like to try and avoid overlapping two demons in one DDF office, for both IC and OOC reasons.