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The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Damn it...!

She'd made her move to get the kid away from her in the first place, and now...

She didn't care about humans.

Elizstrazia wasn't the type to feel those kind of sympathies. She was a scale demon, after all. Down to her very core, it was something antithetical to her nature.

At least, that was how she felt.

And yet seeing the boy's head slam into the wall filled her with rage. She'd already been angry. Angry at the whole situation. Angry at being forced to pretend to be some ordinary maid. Angry at having to hide her nature.

And now, the sight of the boy she'd tried to snatch from the possessed woman being slammed head-first into the wall made that fire burn even more intensely.

The salamander-like demon that had concealed itself in the form of a maid was trying to bite her.

Fine.

It was time to teach it one more lesson before it died.

Its jaws were poised to snap shut, so she caught them, gripping them tightly. Its body was soft, slick, but she used her clawed fingertips to dig into its flesh and hold its jaws open in her hands.

And then she pulled, her arms tensing as she wrenched the demon's jaws in opposite directions from one another as hard and fast as she could.

Transluscent skin stretched and tore, followed by muscle. From its head, to its neck, to its torso, and further down.

Gore splattered across the hallway floor as Elizstrazia ripped the demon in half, blood spraying across her maid outfit as well.

"I'll kill you, you bitch...!"

The possessed woman was gone, certainly, but that didn't stop Elizstrazia from screaming her rage-filled declaration down the hall all the same.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The enormous hand came crashing down as the monster fell, breaking the earth beneath its impact. Had Fanilly been there, she would surely have been crushed.

Instead, she felt the air rushing past her, as it narrowly missed.

There was no time to take in how narrow that had been. No time to appreciate how devastating the blow was. With her blade gripped in both hands, Fanilly lurched forward, the gleaming tip of her blade aiming squarely for the curse abomination's head as it raised one bloated arm again in a bit to strike once more.

She had to do it. At this close range, she had to make sure she struck. She had to bury the blade as deeply as possible, and make sure the cursed monster died with this blow---!

---

"Urk..."

If the spear thrust's failure hadn't been enough to crush the man's hope of revenge, then the vise-like grip on his throat was. For a scant few moments, he was still gripping his spear tightly, trying to pull it free... and then his grip loosened.

He let go.

"... F-fine... for my brother's sake, I'll surrender."

The Boars surrounding the vampire paladin seemed hesitant. It was obvious how those who surrendered were treated by the Golden Boar's leadership, but at the same time, it was likely they didn't fancy their chances against such an opponent either.

---

The attack never came.

Dame Serenity had been left behind, just as swiftly as the knife-wielding Boar had attacked in the first place.

It soon became clear why.

"Ah-hah! You look a little worse for wear, don't you?!"

The poisoned knife gleaming, he lunged towards Sir Sergio by surprise, lashing out with his blade and driving it downwards. He'd clearly taken advantage of the cover provided by the curse abominations in order to launch his attack. With the twisted monsters taking up so much attention, he'd decided to attack an opponent he at least thought would be a weaker one.

In fact, he wasn't the only of the Boars who had the same idea, another man in dark plate advancing swiftly to the thinnest part of the defensive line.

"I'll get a bonus for this!"

However-

"Idiots! Morons! You seriously keep forgetting, don't you? Arbec Grant!"

Clarice pressed the fetch between her hands, firmly.

It bounced back.

The armored man did not, blood exploding from every gap in his armor as his body was practically liquified by the sudden force applied to it, spewing across the grass.

The curse mage's vicious grin had returned.

Even the knife-wielder, in spite of his initial bravado, was unable to avoid the shock of witnessing such a display, despite his attack...

Perhaps this would be the opening Sir Sergio needed, or an opportunity for Dame Serenity to catch up to him.

---

Sir Fionn's spear found its mark.

With a meaty thunk, it penetrated the monstrous creature's head through one of its ruptured eyes. Its grasping hand faltered, and it let out a groan before it finally completely collapsed with a resounding thud.

The curse abomination was dead, sure enough.

"... Tch, the hounds were bad enough," the Boar with a mace commented as he raised his weaponry, "But even I think something like that has no place in this world, Iron Rose. We're enemies, and I'd hardly have it any other way. But I think you can agree on that."

There was no intention of avoiding the incoming duel, far from it. He had already taken a ready stance, raised his mace. There were no other Boars in the way, no further abominable bloated curse monstrosities.

Perhaps he wished, in some small way, to set himself apart from whoever had ordered the creation and use of the curse abominations.

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

Great! Working together, they're take this thing down for sure!

But she did have to clear a little bit of room. The oni-pattern warped were already advancing on her again.

But she didn't need that much room.

A sharp kick cracked the nearest oni's outer covering, and the booster on Hoshiko's arm roared to life as she wound up and sent it forward, pulverizing the front of the next nearest warped's skull before skidding backwards and looking up. If Whittemore-san could keep it pinned down---!

The concrete beneath her feet cracked as Hoshiko squared up her stance. Her heart was pounding. She didn't have the mindset to make a lot of calculations about trajectory and arc of ascent and all that. It just wasn't in her nature.

But she was pretty sure that she could pull this off.

She just had to aim right.

Hoshiko took a deep breath, as the heat in her boosters began to grow. In moments, there was a roar behind her as they flared to life, scorching the concrete beneath her and sending small debris tumbling away. An ordinary boost wouldn't cut it, she was going to have to reach the flying warped as fast as possible.

The roar grew louder. She couldn't fly, not really.

But this would be close enough.

The heat erupted beneath her, the world blurred, and she could feel the wind whipping against her face. The concrete beneath her fractured, and the oni-pattern warped that had been trying to reach her were blown away as she hurtled into the sky.

Hoshiko was using herself as a missile to reach the bird-jet warped and hit it as hard as she could.

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Pokemon: Dream

Okay I think I'm done!

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

The siren went off around midday.

"Shiro-kun has pinpointed the creation of an Emergence Gate below a shopping center roughly ten minutes from our location. There may already be casualties."

After the fully evacuated construction site, a busy shopping center would be an entirely different experience. While other emergency workers would definitely be on route to assist in the evacuation, in this case it was the Department's duty to get there and wipe out the threat as soon as possible.

"Devil class is confirmed," Shiro had said as they boarded the vehicle, "I will detect any further threats on site."

The shopping center was a large building, its and it was surrounded by people who had presumably been going about their daily routine quite freely until this moment. The evacuation effort had only just begun, but for the most part it seemed as if panic had not spread through the crowd as of yet.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're alright."

"Has anyone seen my daughter?!"

"Do... do you think it's really..."

"Mom, I'm scared...!"

"There's no way, right?"

"I hope everyone's gonna be okay..."

Ayako glanced over the slowly-swelling crowd as the evacuation effort ramped up.

"The fastest way to help them is to eliminate the demon and ensure the Emergence Gate is closed," she said, simply, "So no matter what you hear, focus on your objective. Shiro-kun?"

"Deploying Demon Denial Field," came the Doll's monotone voice.

Soon, the hazy purple-gold sheen had surrounded the entire building.

"Move out, operatives. You've got work to do."

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The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

"Ten? That won't even be a challenge. To be honest, you could leave the entire thing to me," commented Fio, running a hand through her lengthy hair as she stepped forward, "Of course simply storming the camp is the right idea, however..."

She had plenty of steam she wanted to blow off from dealing with that cranky old man earlier, and the fact that the bandit force was hardly something to be concerned about made this the perfect avenue.

The air crackled around her, as she drew her blade from it, thrusting it skywards.

"Sura," she began, "Two great phantom blades. Materialize them. Harden their edge."

As the blades emerged from the rippling air around them, their phantasmal edge shone. Magical energy crackled along her sword's edge, through her arms, moving outward from her and gathering along the constructed weapons that came to rest, drifting above her and to each side of her.

"I'll take care of the watchtowers. You can attack with that in mind. I'll simply join you when I'm done," she began, "If any of these idiots surrender, we'll take them prisoner."

If they didn't, they earned exactly what they would get. Bandits didn't get any sympathy from the Sword Witch, not in the least.

The sword gleamed as Fio held it aloft, in a manner similar to the less physical blades drifting on either side of her.

"Strike them down."

She swung the weapon down, and with a whistling sound both the conjured swords were sent hurtling towards the nearest two watchtowers.

@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist

Pokemon: Dream

Trainer

Name: Sophie Sutwill

Appearance: A petite, slim girl easily mistaken for younger then she is in reality. Sophie's white hair is striking for her young age, and her pale skintone makes it clear that she doesn't often stay out in the sun very long. Outwardly, she doesn't seem to be especially unhealthy, but at times her breathing becomes difficult and she has to stop and rest.

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: A polite and friendly, upbeat girl who never fails to find a reason to enjoy herself. However, perhaps in part due to her sheltered upbringing, she is something of an eccentric who doesn't always grasp appropriate behavior in a social setting or around others. Still, it's clear that Sophie is someone who swears by the motto of 'Live life to the fullest'. This is especially clear when it comes to her favorite subjects. Sophie is fascinated by the natural world and the Pokemon that dwell within it, but her most cherished subject is Pokemon that no longer naturally dwell within it. Indeed, Sophie has a passion for Pokemon paleoecology, having spent much of her childhood reading all sorts of books and research material on the topic. Having absorbed a considerable amount of knowledge by spending her days in such a manner, Sophie never hesitates to seize the opportunity to educate others on the topic as well. With great enthusiasm. No matter the situation. Sophie can go on for quite some time about the ecology of prehistoric Pokemon, the adaptatons they exhibited that allowed them to thrive in the ancient world, and theories on undiscovered prehistoric Pokemon. Naturally, she desires to build an entire team filled with fossil Pokemon and take them travelling across the world with her. She approaches battle with the idea that it's a brilliant way to show off just how amazing the past and the Pokemon within it were.

Hometown: Mireth

Background: Sophie was born a very sickly girl. For much of her childhood, it wasn't certain if she'd live to see her teenage years. She spent much of her time in and out of hospitals, and staying at home due to her sickly nature. It was for this reason that much of her time was spent reading various books a friend of her father brought over. The friend, a young scientist working with fossil Pokemon, was quite happy to lend her whatever she liked, and so Sophie's passion for prehistoric Pokemon and the world they inhabited began to grow. Steadily, her health improved as well. She would never be fully healthy, but as time went on it became clear that she was likely to live far longer then originally believed. Still, it was only natural her parents were cautious. While Sophie's body was weak, and always would be, it was clear this was not the case for her mind, and she excelled in her education(especially when the topic lent itself towards fossil Pokemon).
She had to beg her parents to allow her to work for Professor Camphor, but eventually they relented as long as it was ensured she would never be without someone who was capable of taking her to the nearest hospital or providing her with medical aid themselves, in addition to ensuring all her medication is kept with her.
Perhaps her time spent in and out of hospitals, wondering if she'd live to see the next year, is the core of the enthusiasm she feels for her life today.

Kind of Pokémon you like: Fossil Pokemon, naturally. Though if she had to pick, sturdy and powerful ones are the best.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: To educate the world about Fossil Pokemon, and show off how amazing they are. That's Sophie's deepest aspiration.

Items: 1x Potion

Pokédollars: 1000p

Pokemon

Species: Tyrunt

Appearance: A somewhat redder coloration then the average Tyrunt, giving her an almost rusty appearance.

Level: 5

Gender: Female

Type: Rock/Dragon

Ability: Strong Jaw

Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Roar

Personality and Nature: A feisty, rambunctious little Pokemon who tends to bite things to try and learn more about them. Possesses something of a smug aura, as if fully aware of what she will become one day. Can be uncooperative if she thinks she knows better, but ultimately does want to please her trainer and isn't unaffectionate. Think of her something like a haughty, self-assured princess. Who can bite through a car.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: To show off how amazing she is, eat a lot of things that taste good, and be admired.

Held Item:N/A

Pokemon WIP, but trainer complete unless there's any issues!

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

"Tch."

Of course it was possession, wasn't it obvious? And now she had the kid in her arms, too...

"No more sneaking around--!"

Raising up her leg, her shoe snapped as her clawed feet reappeared, teeth sharpening once more as Elizstrazia's demon features unfurled from her body, regrown tail waving. Her nails sharpened as the scales on her shoulders and lower arms re-emerged, too, curling horns sprouting from within her white hair as the scales ran from her feet up to her thighs.

Pouring strength into her right leg, she sent it slamming down, the floor fracturing explosively and tossing chunks of tile into the air.

She didn't give a damn what the kid would think of her, her wings stretching from the cutout in the back of her maid outfit and flapping once, to give herself an extra burst of speed.

The thing inside of his mother could absolutely consider keeping him as a hostage, or worse. So that meant that had to be dealt with. Like hell she was going to just let this happen.

Not because she cared about the kid in the least, but because she wasn't about to fail. A scale demon didn't fail, that was that.

The debris tossed up by her stomp would make the best distraction she could muster, as Elizstrazia tore towards the possessed mother and child, aiming to snatch the boy away as quickly as possible.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The air itself seemed to explode, rushing around her as the enormous bloated leg swung towards her. Several of its toes had been absorbed by the cancerous, curse-filled mass of flesh that composed the creature's foot.

Fanilly felt it tear he air beside her, even as she moved, hurling herself to the side. The sheer velocity of the blow, though the monster was otherwise slow, was enough to lift her slightly from the ground and send her skidding across the clearing.

But she hadn't been hit.

Every move one of the cursed abominations made caused more damage to their skin, their flesh, and yet still they moved.

Fanilly's grip tightened as she threw herself forward.

Whoever these creatures had been, killing them was undeniably a mercy.

As the monster recovered from its kick, she aimed squarely for its ankle. She'd sever the tendon, bring the abomination down, and show it mercy.

Her sword flashed---!

---

The knife-wielding mercenary could hear well enough what had happened to his knives, even over the din of battle. And it wasn't as if the smoke would last forever.

Already, the light was creeping back in, the sky growing slowly more visible.

And so the Boar decided on another tactic.

Another small orb rolled in just as the fog cleared. With a crack, it shattered, releasing a brilliant light and a loud crack not unlike a close-proximity roll of thunder.

No sooner then it had gone off then did the knife-wielding mercenary rush in, aiming to find any joint he could to lodge a poisoned knife into.

---

"Hah, you won't-"

The mercenary stopped when he realized just what had happened.

The spear-wielder behind the vampire Paladin was quite shocked, as well, when the very end of her swing reached him. The dark-haired, slim, leather-armored man hadn't expected it for a moment.

And so when the blade buried in his side, he let out a gasp, spitting blood.

"... You... you..."

Any semblance of coordinated tactics evaporated.

"Damn you, you little bitch...!"

The first spear-wielder, identical to his partner, rushed out of the other mercenaries, trying to rush Dame Tyaethe and bury his spear into her body as swiftly as he could, aiming for the vampire's heart.

---

The monster bellowed, already raising its bloated fists in a bid to bring them down on Sir Fionn again.

But it could not, however, react in time to the spear thrust. It buried itself deep into the hulking curse abomination's body, tearing through bloated and corrupted flesh and severing tendons. It was quite likely, indeed, that it reached the beast's intestines.

Aside from a snarl, it seemed to hardly notice the horrific damage done to its body even as black blood dripped down the spear, attempting to grab Sir Fionn in its grotesque hands .

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@Theyra: Sure, that would be fine.