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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

She'd accepted the request. It was only natural, she was an honorable and just hero. The sort of person who would never turn down an opportunity to assist others. She would complete a task given to her by those in need with a flourish and a bow.

Only...

While she knew the bandits supposedly lingered around the border, that left a lot of places for her to look. And so far, her exploration had been fruitless.

Thankfully, she had plenty of food and ways to keep herself and her outfit pristine. It wouldn't do to show up looking shabby, after all, even if it was only the people she was meant to put and end to that would see her.

Supposedly, they were holed up in the remains of an abandoned village. It was likely something terrible happened there, but now it was only lingering remnants of whatever tragedy had occurred.

Robin didn't like to think about the past of such a place. But it was the duty of a hero to ensure such tragedies didn't occur again, even if that meant simply taking care of bandits who had been raiding innocent farmers and others who were unable to properly defend themselves.

However---

This was not the bandit camp she was expecting.

There was indeed a ruined village, that much was certain. It looked as if it had been abandoned for a considerable amount of time, as well. But it wasn't unoccupied now.

Far from it.

There was a battle. A furious clash between combatants who... well, some of them she didn't really recognize. But she could tell who the ones they were fighting were.

There was no mistaking the forces of Valheim.

Many people would have called it quits right there. Fled in order to preserve their own safety. It was a raging battle, after all. And it wasn't simply bandits, but soldiers of an enemy nation that sought to conquer the entire continent.

But Robin Fey was not simply 'many people'.

She held herself to a higher standard, one that told her that this could not stand.

While she couldn't speak of the motives of the other combatants, she couldn't allow Valheim to push their whims upon the land. It wasn't the job she was requested to do, but...

Well, it wasn't altogether different from taking care of bandits, now, was it?

A gunner leveled his weapon towards one of the enemies. No matter how outnumbered they were, an effort had to be made to kill at least one of them, after all.

However, he wasn't prepared for a pair of boots to collide directly with the side of his skull.

Skidding to a halt, through the aged debris that made of much of the town's remains, Robin drew her thin blade smoothly from its sheath in a flash as her cape fluttered behind her.

It was only natural that the gunner's fellows were stunned.

"Bandits or would-be conquerors, take note!" declared the amateur hero, "I, Robin Fey, shall not simply allow you to do as you please!"

It was a disorganized attack that followed, a soldier's steel blade lashing out to meet her as she only barely finished her introduction.

With a flourish, Robin used the edge of her weapon, grinding it along his own and guiding it away from her body, smoothly stepping close.

Before he could adjust, she had already, just as swiftly, thrust through his upper torso, aiming for the heart.

With one Valheim soldier knocked senseless, and another dead, Robin was already sprinting again, moving to avoid retaliation as swiftly as she could.

Staying on her feet was key to combat, after all.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Robin Fey

"There's no need to fear. I, Robin Fey, have come to your aid!"

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Robin Fey

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Sollan

Origin: Edren

COMBAT INFORMATION

Class: Swords(wo)man

Weapon: A spada da lato, broader then a rapier but still quite slender, for swift thrusting and slashing attacks. She also possesses a small side-dagger for emergencies, but prefers the far flashier and larger blade.

Inventory:

• Her spada da lato and dagger
• Potions
• Rations
• Travelling Kit
• Surprisingly Warm Cape
• Spare Clothes

Materia:

• Light(used to create flashes and bursts of damaging light along her sword)
• Cover

Limit Breaks: Flash Rose: A series of swift and near-simultaneous sword-thrusts, four in total targeting the upper right, upper left, lower right, and lower left of the target. The final strike is a vertical slash which briefly lingers as a shimmering line of light before bursting, the end result vaguely resembling a rose for a single instant.

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Appearance Details: At roughly 154 cm/5'1, Robin doesn't stand particularly tall at all. However, her slender build, taste in fashion, and androgynous appearance and voice all result in many who meet her to mistake her for a short young man as opposed to a young lady. Her high-speed and agility-focused swordplay techniques leave her athletic but not heavily muscled, possessing a very slim physique.

Personality: Robin seeks the adoration and attention of the masses. Not by being bard of great fame or other sort of performer. No, she wants her earn the adoration of the people by becoming a hero of the people. Possessed of a deep affinity towards heroic tales of ages past, Robin styles herself as a flashy and heroic figure, intervening whenever possible for the sake of the innocent. In her eyes, she can become a hero by helping others, by stopping those who would engage in wicked acts towards the innocent.

Confident in herself and her capabilities, Robin throws herself wholly into this mindset. When there are eyes on her, she conducts herself in a theatrical and flashy manner, practically impossible to miss. It isn't merely an act, however, this style of heroic figure is entirely who Robin aspires to be. Helper of the downtrodden, defender of the weak, and a shining figure who embraces justice.

However, when she's alone, it may become far more clear that Robin harbors doubts in herself she tries to ignore. Deep inside, a small part of her fears that rather then seeking to be a hero for the sake of others, she instead seeks to be a hero entirely for her own sake. Her love of praise and adoration certainly drives many of her actions. Is it possible that she's simply tricking herself into thinking that she wants to be a hero for genuine reasons?

Regardless, Robin loves stories of heroism, and is quite a gregarious and talkative person most of the time. Indeed, Robin dislikes being alone, and will become despondent when faced with loneliness. She prefers men's fashion, though this is at least in part because she is very self-conscious of her own appearance and believes she doesn't look good in more feminine wear. She is quite passionate about food, but is a terrible cook herself(much to her dismay).

While she will do her best to charm others, she is almost entirely oblivious to the affects this can have. To put it simply, anyone attempting to flirt would have to beat her over the head with it.

Biography: Robin's first clear memories were of being cold and alone. Not a single eye fell upon her. Few people acknowledged her existence at all. Clad in nothing but rags, she wandered aimlessly, dully, clinging to vague images of barely-remembered smiles. Despite her very young age, some part of her had long since concluded that she likely wouldn't survive much longer.

It was in this state of dull, mindless resignation that hope suddenly entered her life.

A man reached out to her and took her hand, picking her up in his remaining arm, and bringing her to safety. Over the next few weeks, he nursed the malnourished and nearly dead young girl back to health, giving her the first warm food she could ever remember tasting and tending to her various injuries.

Given this was the first kindness she could remember experiencing, beyond vague images of happy smiles, Robin's first words to him were wondering why he had done this.

The one-armed man never explained. He did introduce himself, however, as Ardor Fey, and continued to care for her. During this time, where she could barely leave bed, he regaled her with tales of heroes of ages past. Robin could only conclude that he was one of these heroes as well.

Over time, she grew stronger, and could soon leave bed and explore her surroundings. The small house that she had been brought to was just outside of a large village, where she would occasionally venture to run errands.

Having long since noticed the weapons and armor Ardor kept in his home, with the memories of the heroes of old and the adoration directed towards them filling her mind, Robin begged to be taught how to fight.

Reluctantly, he ultimately agreed, and gave her daily instruction.

With each day that passed by, Robin proved that she took to her adoptive father's training like it was practically her life's purpose. Each night, fantasies of heroism played out in her mind. Of the love and adoration of the people, of never having to face the cold and dark alone.

All these years later, those fantasies have never faded.

Ardor was not a young man when he saved Robin's life, and he had now become quite aged. But he didn't wish to halt his daughter in her desire to do good for other people.

He bid her to lead a life better then he had.

Robin took these words to heart. She would strive to help others, and make a name for herself. To earn the adoration and praise of the masses.

Following a vague trail of 'wherever she thinks she can perform the most heroics' has given her a minor name for herself, but only within a limited area. From chasing down criminals to slaying hazardous creatures, at least some people in the region may know the name 'Robin Fey'.

Traits:

• Prefers men's fashion, in part due to being self-conscious over her looks.
• The military nature of her outfit has no real significance, beyond Robin finding it to be flashy and cool-looking.
• Cannot hold her alcohol at all.
• Has a tendency to use her Light Materia to create small sparkles around her as she introduces herself or enters as scene.
• Criminally incapable of subterfuge, unless it makes her entrance more dramatic.
• Will always take the most theatrical route to doing something, though not to the point of impracticality. She was properly trained, after all.
• Her showboating nature is backed up by genuine skill, Ardor's teachings having instilled his techniques quite thoroughly into her while simultaneously encouraging her to develop her own style.

Relationships:

• Ardor Fey: A one-armed man, now entering his 70s, and Robin's adoptive father. Robin struck out on her adventure to make a name for herself at his urging. Appears to have some form of military background and considerable skill with a blade, but he never explained his origins to his adopted daughter.
• People of Ezta: The townsfolk of the village Robin and Ardor lived just outside of. They know her quite well, as she frequently entered the village to run errands.
• Various people in the Northeast of Edren: Having spent her time doing all she could to make a name for herself, a handful of people whom she has assisted or who saw her fight exist in various locations.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

While the scale of the phantom samurai's influence on the area he inhabited naturally indicated he was no ordinary ghost, seeing him actually fight only served to drive home that fact all the more thoroughly. Even at this range, Arisa could feel the air ripple. His presence was one that was driven by dedication, obsessive and focused. He was a ghost whose power had not faded away at all due to sheer and unbridled unwillingness to quit.

He truly believed that he was still serving whatever purpose he had been here for in the first place.

They'd have to defeat him head-on.

Flames surged over Ifrit, building and collecting over the wide, heavy blade as Arisa took a step back, drawing in a deep breath. The flames built, condensed, and---

With a swing, she sent them hurtling from the blade, slashing a path right through the nearest Ashigaru and sending the ooze that composed their bodies sizzling to the ground. Hopefully, they'd be suppressed by Agent Mae's efforts as well! Sprinting over the goo, the redheaded agent darted around to the samurai's flank as Agent Zhao initiated his attack, aiming to deliver a crushing, burning strike to the ghostly samurai's right side.

Meanwhile, it seemed as if some of the oozing soldiers were struggling to reform due to Agent Mae's efforts. The ninja, who had previously caused something of a ruckus, did not appear to have a strong enough presence to fully reform. Some of the Ashigaru were forming more slowly, while others struggled more then that, but it was clear that their capacity to revive was stronger in close proximity to the samurai.

And it appeared that the phantom army was well aware of Agent Mae's efforts.

The hulking, muscular-looking ooze phantom suddenly lurched forward, katana raised as he made a bid to charge for the Korean medic's location, aiming to at least disrupt her. As he grew closer to the initial source of the smoke, it was clear his speed was decreasing, his physical power lessening, but his presence was far stronger then the Ashigaru who could not approach and were wavering under the purifying smoke.

And alongside the sohei, another more powerful phantom rose.

Something was different, here. The features seemed more defined, more elegant, a feminine visage as opposed to the at least apparently masculine soldiers so far. The phantom was clearly armored from head to toe, but its proportions were still distinct enough. The details of a face, too, could almost be discerned.

The naginata gripped in both its hands gleamed, and much like Arisa had moments before...

It broke off, leading a flanking contingent of Ashigaru away from the dense smoke in a bid to strike the rear team from the opposite side.

@Raineh Daze@Eisenhorn@Izurich@OwO@Rune_Alchemist@PKMNB0Y@Psyker Landshark

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

While there was no longer any visible bodies, the rank scent seemed to only grow worse. The fact that there were no animal calls, despite the prospect of plentiful food(scavengers didn't care much about decay, did they?) only made things feel more ominous.

Youmu was hardly an expert on animals, but what Kochiya said made sense. Whatever ate the boar went through one of the softest parts of the creature, and it hadn't touched the bones or a lot of the thicker muscle. Plus, if it was using venom, that must have meant it probably wasn't very strong, right?

Poison wasn't the weapon of the powerful, right?

At least, that's what made sense to the young Konpaku.

The rotten stench that permeated this area of the forest made it clear this was the creature's killing grounds, at least. Where it hunted and fed. Youmu grimly noted it was certain she was smelling the remains of older victims.

Predators had to hunt, but that didn't make this any less grotesque, and she had no idea what would have eaten like that. A snake? But why would it chew a hole into the boar like that? Snakes normally just swallowed things up, right?

Normally-

At that moment, something landed ahead of Youmu with a soft thud.

Roukanken left its sheath in an instant.

It was no snake.

Before her eyes was an enormous centipede, thick and close to a whole meter in length. A feeling of revulsion struck the half-phantom, her entire body tensing as a chill ran up her spine and she flinched.

Gross gross gross gross gross...!

But at the same moment she adjusted her grip, and as the horrible thing started to move Roukanken's edge already reached it, dividing its writhing body instantly in half.

She was disgusted, but she wasn't afraid.

These things had to be what killed the boar, and they had to be what was driving the other boars out of their natural habitat.

Blue, viscous blood dripped from Roukanken's edge as Youmu sprang back and slid into a ready stance.

There were so many, now, but that didn't really matter. They were disgusting, but even alone she could have handled them.

A thin blade of light projected from Roukanken's edge, whistling through the air and slashing through the swarm in the same instant that Mokou's explosive attack struck, slicing multiple centipedes to ribbons.

@Izurich@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y@Lugubrious@EchoWolff

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Why did she get this sense of disappointment? The boar had attacked them first?! If it hadn't been for Fujiwara's sudden appearance, Youmu would definitely have been trying to demand answers!

But the Hourai Immortal's sudden appearance made that somewhat more difficult.

"If we could meet the goddess, I think I'd have to teach her a lesson," Youmu found herself agreeing, "She could have at least contacted Yuyuko-sama first. But I don't think I could turn away from what's happening here, either..."

It was far more dangerous for the people living here then many incidents that the half-phantom had experience with, with some exceptions. It wasn't right to simply walk away when people could die and have their lives destroyed.

But, with that being said, that didn't mean that she wasn't considering using her blade to instruct the goddess not to try pulling someone so suddenly it nearly split them in half.

At least if she got the opportunity. Still, Fujiwara's sudden appearance had her wondering if this goddess was still bringing people from their own world and others over.

It sounded like she was desperate...

The odor that ripped Youmu out of her thoughts immediately caused her to wrinkle her nose in disgust, her hands swiftly returning to the hilts of each of her weapons. It was a horrible, rotten scent, one that brought to mind decaying meat that had been left outside to putrify for far too long.

And it turned out that was exactly the case. The bloated corpse of the boar, just as large as the one she'd seen before, was clearly partially-decayed.

She didn't need Fujiwara's warning that eating it would be deadly. That was plain to anyone who laid eyes on it in the first place. But it was't just that it was rotten.

The huge cavity on its belly, rimmed with blackened, dried blood, gave a view directly into the putrid carcass.

It was almost entirely empty. Something had eaten the insides.

Youmu averted her eyes with a grimace, trying to cover her nose with one hand.

"What did this?" she asked. Her eyes were almost watering. There was no other word for that scent aside from vile.

@Izurich@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y@Lugubrious@EchoWolff

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Boar could normally be pretty aggressive, but everything the hunter said made it sound like this was still an unusual situation. Both for the boar to be in this location, and for it to attack so quickly.

Hopefully, the townsfolk would be able to quickly collect the body. It didn't make sense not to, when they definitely needed the resources. Besides, Youmu herself was plenty familiar with hunting on Yuyuko-sama's request and thus bringing home an animal's body to be prepared.

The fact that this was all so out of the ordinary meant that something had to be happening, didn't it? Youmu couldn't quite equate it to an incident in her mind, not when this place clearly operated differently then anything she knew, but---

The petite half-phantom sighed.

They'd have to go deeper to find anything out, something she quickly agreed with. There was no use stopping now.

It wasn't long before they ran into the others again. Frankly, Youmu still had no idea what was going on with the green machine man. He was like something the kappa might make... or that Kochiya-san might have in one of her games or books.

But according to Scarlet-sama, he was apparently good with wildlife, somehow.

"We encountered one of these boars as well," she responded, "But it was aggressive, and so I dealt with it."

She paused for a moment when she saw the strange marks on the ground and on some of the trees nearby. They were... what were they?

It wasn't as if she was some incredible tracker. Most of the time, hunting for Yuyuko-sama, she simply flew at top speed and took some animal off guard by doing so.

So it wasn't as if she recognized tracks.

But in this case she simply didn't have any clue what possibly could have made them in the first place. It looked like something had scratched the ground and trees hundreds and hundreds of times.

"Er... what... is this?" she asked, "It doesn't look like any animal-"

Where did Fujiwara no Mokou come from!?

The Hourai Immortal just emerged from no-where! Youmu didn't even know she was there in the first place!

"Where... where did you come from?" she found herself blurting out before thinking.

Were there other people from Gensokyo here, just waiting to spring out of the trees suddenly? It's not that she would be opposed to seeing familiar faces, but at the same time it just raised even more questions!

@PKMNB0Y@EchoWolff@Izurich@Lugubrious

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

@Nyahahameha: Hmmm.

I honestly feel as if this is a little bit of a mismatch for the RP in its current state. While I'm okay with some extradimensional stuff existing in the RP as can be attested to by some of the anomalies, a magitech elf from another world feels like it's pushing it to me.

For some advice, I'd consider trying to focus in on the technological weapon element instead of having her be extradimensional.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

The path was clear at last.

As another, stronger soldier began to form right before her, Arisa didn't allow its body to complete. She brought Ifrit's blazing shape down as hard and as fast as she could, cutting through it and sending it sizzling back to the ground.

She'd reinforced her legs to ensure she could keep pace as best as possible, to take care of any enemies or obstacles that A-188 may have missed.

The benefit of fighting in a decrepit ruin like this was that it didn't matter if some of it became damaged or destroyed.

The rough center of the old mansion had to be close.

Suddenly the ground in front of them erupted.

Rows of razor-edged spears exploded from the black ooze coating the floor, forming a perimeter. Just beyond them, a larger, muscular figure had formed, black shape clad only in hakama, massive hands reaching out to grab at A-188 and halt her advance. Even if only for a moment.

"Damn it...!"

Arisa raised Ifrit back, but as she swung it down another blade swiftly intercepted, this one holding just long enough to delay her strike.

Beyond was a figure on its knees.

Clad entirely in dulled, faded armor befitting a high-ranking samurai, anyone who could view it clearly would see that all the flesh had long ago sloughed away and turned to dust.

It was a mere skeleton, surrounded by black ooze.

On one side lay a bow. On the other, a pristine blade that looked as if it had been maintained every day for hundreds of years.

The kneeling figure twitched.

Shakily, its right hand raised, audibly clicking as bones realigned, fingers wrapping around the hilt of the katana.

Arisa could feel it. Anyone could, at this point.

Everything else was a mere extension of this figure. Simply a part of a larger haunting.

This was the true anomaly at the root of it all.

Slowly, bones snapping into place, the figure rose.

The armor plates began to realign. Damage faded, dust falling away.

A sickly crawling, fleshy sound came from the rising skeleton. Dust gathered in the empty eye sockets, twisting together. First it formed what looked like withered, rotted grapes.

But as they stabilized, it was clear they were in fact eyes, reforming at becoming whole again.

Soon, they were staring directly at the agents beyond the spears.

Muscle crawled along the skeleton like numerous red worms, writhing as they covered the samurai's bones in layers, stacking up over one another to form a human shape.

His feet slid apart as his left had joined his right on the hilt of his blade.

Skin was reforming, now. Flowing over his raw, glistening muscle. Hair regrowing.

Those eyes burning.

What stood before them was assuredly a ghost, but undeniably looked nearly alive. A young man, but with a certain weariness to his features regardless.

And yet those eyes still burned.

"On my honor---"

The blade gleamed, not only with the moonlight but with a deeper, far less natural power.

"---You shall come no further."

@Raineh Daze@Eisenhorn@Izurich@OwO@Rune_Alchemist@PKMNB0Y@Psyker Landshark

Maid RPG: Touhou Fairy Edition

Sure why not.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

@Nyahahameha: You can submit a character, you'll just have to wait until the end of the current mission(which is starting to head to its climax) to intro them. It's actually better for you to start working now, since that means you can be ready for when the mission's done.