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Nagi and Kindle Both attacks connected solidly, their victim letting out a cry of pain as he was thrown forcefully backward, hitting the ground hard enough to bounce. One of their strikes - it was tough to say which - must have hit exceptionally hard, as the pristine floor beneath him was slowly stained with red. The chains he had loosed dissipated as the magus tried to regain the energy shunted to maintaining them. Faust saw this and gritted his teeth; it was time to end this, one way or another. He folded his one wing about him, then made a motion almost as if he was tearing the feathers out as he flung the opposite arm out to his side, scattering buzzing, arcing plumes in a horizontal plane at perilous speeds. The other gunman was wise - or cowardly - enough to see his ally go down and begin to retreat, attempting to draw away from the other combatants despite the strange properties of the space that contained them. Hikaru brought up a wall of solid light, a white matching the surroundings, that shielded them from the incoming strike. The pinions struck with enough force to send cracks spiderwebbing throughout the construction. "Kindle, Nagi is a friend!" they managed to shout in the process. Transformation was emotionally powered; evidently this had gotten the better of Kindle. Adero, Lucia, and Stefan It was difficult to tell through the din the beast made whenever it moved, but the group seemed to have counted down to something. There was a flash of light around the beast - rendering it quite difficult to look at for the moment - and it collapsed to the ground. The postures of the people around it started to relax, only for it to stand up once more, dazed but apparently quite perturbed at whatever had just happened. The lancer shouted a few orders as it prepared to strike at him, and everyone else started to take up elevated positions to the best of their ability - except for the Roman, who turned around to face the exit of the bus where Lucia had called out from. When he approached, a shape that hadn't been clearly visible before took form. It looked like. . . a ferret? A rather large one, but still a ferret. "Don't worry, we're here to help. We'll call an ambulance after we finished here, but for now, you need to come with me." He glanced down at the furry animal, which nodded at him. "Her, and the two men just inside too." The now clearly unnatural ferret spoke with a calm, almost soothing and deep voice. "Please, don't just sit there in shock; it is to the benefit of all of us that we move immediately. I will explain when we are in a safer location, but for now I must ask you to follow us." Vixen The first lead was actually fairly close. One of the younger mages on her list, a girl of around sixteen - though the list was populated with the upper portion of the age range. The list likely would have reminded the Vixen that her case was an exceptional one; among mages, she could be considered ancient. Magi often didn't live long - reaching two years was an achievement, three unusual, five almost unheard of. Inevitably, they'd burn out or meet a beast that surprised them. Or, another mage would do them in, whether due to clashing ideology, power struggles, or simple insanity. Though the geographic distance was short, it seemed that Vixen travelled halfway across the city to reach her destination. It took her entirely out of the wealthy district - the building had been on the edge of this - and back into one of the poor residential areas. Her "target" lived in a dilapidated old apartment building, not dissimilar to the one that Takeshi occupied - though this one wasn't quite abandoned. Any thoughts that Vixen might have had upon seeing the structure would have been cut off by two things - first, a sudden flare of magical energy above her, and second, the faintly glowing arrow that lodged itself in the pavement in front of her. It had a small, red ribbon tied to the end, which slowly fluttered and drooped down to the asphalt below, as if in slow motion. A cloaked silhouette was visible at the top of the building. "Don't come any closer," a girl's voice rang out. Strange. Vixen's borrowed memories indicated a friendly disposition. Dexter "There's nothing in my contract that compels you to do what I say, beyond the agreement to protect Mediators. Whether you want to join a faction or not is up to you. As far as my own safety. . . I am unsure if Takeshi will come back soon. If he has not returned by nightfall, expect me to find you." The catlike being stretched for a moment and looked around, covering another pause for thought. He continued in a calm, yet somehow resigned-sounding tone. "I would recommend that you find a faction, however. The Peacekeepers likely wouldn't take you - they choose their candidates from those who have not been awakened, for the most part - but the Preservers or Protectors might take you. To be brief, the Preservers believe in, well, preserving magical beasts, due to each being a unique or, at the very least, highly unusual existence. Protectors believe the threat they pose to humanity outweighs the benefits of keeping them around. I am not sure which ideology suits you; you must choose that on your own."

There are probably about eight other people? It's late in the day, so there's not a lot of traffic. EDIT: yo can you gimme a chance to update, you've posted three times already

"Waa-!" Leigh's shouting never failed to startle Sora - especially when it was directed at him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the man said his name, fully expecting some sort of berating on trumped-up charges. "Oh, uh, ohaiyo, Daniel-san." Sora quickly stood from his seat and then immediately gave a bow that was probably a bit deeper than necessary, given the occasion. "My name is Koizumi Sora." He hoped that Nicu didn't notice the faint blush on his face, or at least that he assumed it was part of Sora's makeup. "It's uh, nice to meet you too."

Nope. Go ahead.

Only thing I was going to add was the locations of the mages you got: most of them are near the center of the city, in the sort of "neutral zone" between the Protectors and the Preservers. You'd know that one in particular is going to challenge you to a duel before he'll give up any information, but he also likely knows the most information, assuming you can get him to give it to you coherently.

Nah, it's fine. I'm not expecting immediate responses most of the time.

damage per second, it's a common gaming term.

I'll update the bus group after Yagami posts once more.

Name: Murdoc Gender: Male

Behold, Hagen of Tronje, villain of the Song of the Nibelungs and Assassin of Siegfried. And Arminius, the German Rider who defeated mighty Rome. EDIT: Done, I think.

So, any thoughts on Demon Archer/Sakura Saber possibly coming out soon? I personally want to roll Archer because she's got a NP explicitly described as being "Mami-like."

I should point out that while Ashnard's top speed is higher, he doesn't realistically have a chance of outmaneuvering Noriko.

Noriko assessed the situation quickly as she soared through the air, allowing the currents she had already created to carry her further away from her opponent. The beast's regeneration would be difficult to cope with; it made her usual tactic of "bombard for catastrophic damage" much less effective, and made it difficult to approach and land a decisive blow. She would need more firepower, else she would have to risk closing on the animal to destroy its head. "Archer! I know you can hear me, whoever you are! We can fight this beast together!" Hopefully, the other Servant would hear and understand the offer of a temporary alliance in order to bring down a foe that threatened both.

The sudden appearance of a whirling mass of water around Alexus startled Arturia somewhat, her outfit making a muffled clanking sound as she jumped. "Okay," she acquiesced somewhat hesitantly after recovering. Focusing for a moment, she took a step backward and looked upward. "Imagine a storm around myself. . ." she thought out loud. After a moment, lines of light appeared around her, and then burst outward, whirling around her in continuous motion. She stood there looking at what she was apparently producing for a moment, wide eyed, then looked at Alexus. "I'm not gonna lie, this is pretty fucking awesome." She frowned after another moment, however, thinking. "What do you mean by 'natural human?' And it doesn't seem like it'd be hard to modify this if you knew what the hell you were doing. . ." Somewhat belatedly, she realized that she was cursing in front of a goddess. Her cheeks flushed slightly red, but she didn't speak any further.

Murdoc gestures! The thread shudders and begins to move!

Kage had made his way to the hall as quickly as possible, taking a seat near the back of the room. Lucas was perched on his shoulder as usual, looking down at his trainer's lap with interest and focus as he pulled the Pokedex out from his pocket and did the same with his ID. He followed Redwood's instruction somewhat clumsily, having to feel about for where the reader was actually located before placing his card in it. He sighed with irritation as the professor's speech continued. Great, I'm gonna be tethered to this piece of shit. Could have just used cash to pay for crap, but no, everything's gotta be digital. He shoved the accursed device back into his pocket with a rather undue amount of force, and then angled his head back toward Redwood, irritation clearly showing on his face.

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Vixen The woman nodded. "Thank you. This should only take a moment." She placed the outstretched hand on the side of Vixen's head, the base of her palm resting over the mage's temple. Vixen would have felt a strange sensation; if she remembered it, it would have felt almost like when she gained her powers without any of the pain that was often associated with such. A rush of information entered her mind; it was difficult to actually process what it was as it happened, not to mention the difficulty of parsing the thoughts and memories of a member of an entirely different species. After it was over - it really only took about a second, though it felt like longer - the Mediator gasped and recoiled almost as if struck from Vixen. "I-I'm sorry. Sometimes surface thoughts leak through." She didn't say it out loud, but it didn't take much to figure out: everything that had flashed through Vixen's mind in the moments before the transfer had crossed over back toward the Mediator. It was the mental and emotional equivalent of being punched in the gut and it showed. "I. . . won't ask you any questions." She took a few steps backward, then sat back down. Clearing her throat, she continued. "I do not know if the magi will have the information you need, but they will know more than any of us. If any of them refuse to cooperate - and there are one or two that might - tell them the Diviners sent you." Dexter "I've never seen such a beast before. In fact, I've been unable to catch a glimpse of this one, though what it has left behind is unmistakable." The mediator fell silent for a moment. I cannot in good conscience let that beast go unhindered. But, do I consign this boy to a task that would most certainly mean his death? He shook his head at his own thoughts, the human gesture looking rather queer on Astros's feline form. A magus dead - especially dead this young - does no good. Perhaps... "How much did Takeshi tell you of the factions, anyway? The Protectors, who hunt beasts for the benefit of man, the Preservers that seek to keep both alive, and the Peacekeepers who protect mages from themselves." Nagi and Kindle Nagi's maneuver worked; the normal projectiles headed toward her were deflected, though the chain seemed to simply stop moving and instead simply hung in the air, attached to nothing. This time, however, her opponent was prepared for an attack; he leapt straight upward, aiming his weapon downward and firing another chain directly into Nagi's path. It appeared that Hikaru's flash hadn't affected him, though the means that had been used to negate it weren't apparent. The other gunman seemed to be recovering from the blow dealt to him, as the black-coated mage was slowly rising to his feet. The one-winged magus was also recovering from his blinding, though he did not launch another assault just yet. Meanwhile, Hikaru spoke to Kindle in a rapid fashion once more. "I'm sorry for the pain I might have just caused you but I need your help. If all three of us work together we can handle this easily, so I need you to attack with me." She ignored the girl's embarrassment at her stomach; transformation burned through a fair amount energy, after all. Five minutes. That should be enough to end this fight. Can I maintain the field for that long? Stefan, Lucia, and Adero It might have been ill-advised for Adero to make such a suggestion without first looking around to assess the situation outside the overturned vehicle. Several strange sights assaulted his vision at once, not the least of which was the beast currently surrounded by a number of people wielding weapons of various types, all shouting back and forth. It looked like a scorpion, if a scorpion was bus-sized, made of metal, and had two stingers (that looked like they would be more effective at simply crushing a victim. The beast's silvery-gray carapace faintly reflected the scene around it, the images almost making its surface seem to dance wildly as it struck out and struggled against the people around it. One in particular among their number caught the eye - a veritable knight in shining armor, heavy shield in one hand and lance in the other, that appeared to have stepped straight out of Arthurian legend. A long, red scarf wound its way around his neck and trailed off behind him, keeping a brief history of his motions as he fended the beast backward toward his compatriots. He stood in an alleyway that was just big enough to accomodate the scorpion, framed by the buildings around him. One of them - a girl in an absurdly frilly and elaborate pink dress that seemed to somehow leave her entirely free to move - looked away from the beast for a moment and gestured right at Adero, causing another one of them - this one looking almost like a Roman soldier with no helmet - to nod and take a few steps backward, moving him closer to the bus. Fortunately or unfortunately, nobody in the bus seemed quite ready to move yet. They were either too injured or too shocked - or both - to even consider doing anything but waiting for help to arrive.

Rider daily: KIRAKIRAKIRAKIRAKIRAKIRAKIRA

Nagi, and yes. Edit: update coming today. Was too ded to finish last night.

"There's always something to say, Kiyoko-chan! I'm sure there's something you're wondering about, like Makoto-chan's ability, or mine, or just when we're going to let you go back to sleep. I mean, this is supposed to be super serious business stuff, aren't we supposed to ask all sorts of questions like, 'why should we do this, what are we getting paid, what if I get run over by a car or shot or something,' though I already know all that." The one bit in the middle was spoken with a comically exaggerated deep, serious voice. "There's other stuff I could ask about though, like why would you be naked? Oooh, I bet it's something with your ability." As he spoke, Haruki slowly moved closer to the camera until his face was filling virtually the entire frame. He did not appear to be aware of this.