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Viola seemed cheered, somehow, by the question. "My dad always insisted that I stayed fit and learned to fight, and he had me practice in armor when I was growing up. I almost became a soldier like him, which is why I got the armor, but then I learned I was good at magic. Dad's a veteran soldier." Her expression faded slightly. "I hope he hasn't gotten himself hurt looking for me. . ." Viola seemed to have similar misgivings to Doran after the rogue - Zentillin - spoke. "There's not even that much to know about me. . . I'm not really that special." -
"Thanks, Tekeshi. I'm Viola." She stopped moving for a second to let the man pull a couple of straps tight before resuming her own work on putting the kit on. "Yeah, this isn't the greatest place to meet new people. . . At least we're on our way out, though, right?"
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"Um, okay. . ." She somewhat apprehensively walked toward the barrel, in a manner reminiscent of a person approaching a strange and possibly rabid animal. She was still a little put off by the situation; Viola was grateful to be out of that cell and possibly on her way out of that place entirely, but this cloaked individual was being. . . cagey, to say the least. Still, her expression brightened noticeably when she did peek inside the barrel. Without another word, she was pulling the various pieces of it over herself. "That's much better. Um, could someone help me with some of these straps. . .?"
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((editing fluff in later)) G5 Fire
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Myrdwyn had an oddly satisfied - if somewhat unsettling - expression after getting into combat with their captors, though the energy going to her shouting seemed to have gone to that instead. For now, at least. O16
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"H-here. . ." Viola hurriedly knelt down next to the downed man. He made her somewhat less nervous than the others here (though the one with the lance reminded her of her dad, a bit). She fumbled at the vulnerary a bit, but applied it in such a way that showed that she'd done this at least a couple times before. "This should get you back on your feet. D-don't worry about me, I'll be okay," she said preemptively, glancing around at the others. She was sorely missing the armor that had been taken from her when she'd been brought here, but she could recover from the wound on her own. J5, vuln Tekeshi
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Viola, somewhat startled by the blow dealt to one of her (apparently) newfound companions, loosed a blast of fire from her tome in the general direction of the one who'd struck him with an axe with a squeak. K6, Fire at will
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She was slightly disappointed that her armor wasn't in the bag. Underneath the continuing terror, of course. She sidled out of the cell after the others, just in time to see the one man kill another guard with dark magic. She clutched the heavy tome to herself and hesitantly followed after the group, sticking to the back. K7
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". . ." Viola froze up when she saw the tendrils drag the man away, a scream caught in the back of her throat. She pressed herself against the back of the cell as he was dragged off by sinister energies. Then the man started whispering his offer to them. She was conflicted; she wanted to get out of this awful place, but wasn't particularly keen on following a practitioner of dark magic in order to do so. Sure, she'd studied magic and it was really up to the person using it rather than any kind being inherently good or evil, but it was hard to shake the stories she'd heard growing up; soldier's superstitions were ingrained fairly deeply in her head. Still. . . She forced her head up and down in a nod at the man's offer, shooting the occasional furtive glance at her current cell-mates.
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"What if they're trying to. . . minimize witnesses?" she said in a small voice. You didn't need many guards for people about to be killed in some terrible experiment, after all, and she was having a hard time inventing a different reason for the current situation. The combination of physical and mental stress wasn't exactly conducive to the process.
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"You would think. . ." The whole situation made her uncomfortable and it was clear on her face. Exhaustion laid heavily on her frame; months of labor tended to do that to a person of her stature, regardless of how resilient training with their father had made them. Not that anything that had transpired since she was snatched from her home could be described as comfortable, but this was especially not so. "There's no one in the cells around here, though. Isn't that strange?" She tried to think through what purpose that could serve. Jamming a group of people into a cell meant to hold probably half as many people with other empty cells nearby. . . the young mage tried not to jump to any extraordinarily unpleasant conclusions. Being the only girl in the cell was worrying as well, but she couldn't help but flit past that thought into the realm of whispered stories in the dark about ancient and fell magics. . .
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Kusuke sighed, and got to work, briefly considering sending a copy of himself backward to help only to quickly realize that it wouldn't actually cut down on the boredom he experienced.
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"Y-Yuki-chan loves Crown Smile, of course!" The second bit had clearly thrown the girl for a loop; fortunately, someone listening on the radio couldn't hear her luminescent blush at the question. "And that color is a closely guarded secret, Michael-san." To her credit, though, other than the initial stutter she mostly managed to keep her voice under control. She actually sounded (sort of) like the cool idol she imagined herself to be. "I couldn't just tell anyone that." She briefly considered firing back by asking him what the color of his best friend's underwear was.
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[IC] TFW Chapter 2: Wrath
Chevaleresse replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Ice once again scribbled down her reply. "Genie would be very interested in this. Merlin, as well." Merlin seemed to like children, and this seemed to be an indicator of magical ability; perhaps it would aid the recovery process she was more than likely going through after the last mission. After the brief moment she took to ponder this, she asked the last question on the list. "Did you have any other questions or concerns?" Loki's talent was quite remarkable. She wondered, sometimes, what determined one's Spark - if this was her Spark, anyway, and not some other thing. Ice's spark wasn't something she had an issue with, per se - it had stopped Ansuz in his tracks, after all - but she did question why her unique ability revolved around injuring herself. -
Fate/Recovery OOC
Chevaleresse replied to DragonRage's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Generally, Servant alignment is how the world views the hero in question. E.g. Gilgamesh being filed under Chaotic Good ("Fuck the rules, do what's right") despite coming off more Lawful Evil in person ("The rule of law is a tool for my satisfaction"). I'll probably cave into participating here, despite the limited success of past previous Fate games. -
Kusuke pats himself a couple of times to show that he's lacking in the explosives department, carefully evading the knives stashed about his person.
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The primary reply to Roberts's inquiry from the fighter stationed on one of the flanks of the formation was a noncommittal grunt nigh-indistinguishable from a burst of static. The pilot, one Sigurdr Volund, was manipulating a number of controls, trying to eke the maximum performance out of both the data feed from the other ships and his craft's own sensor suite, basic as it was. His specialty wasn't exactly intelligence and data processing, but he knew enough to try and squeeze a little more out of what tools he had available. Analyze available sensor data for anything out of the ordinary.
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Kusuke merely sighed at the prospect. "I spend too much of my free time dealing with paperwork already. . ." Today wasn't exactly shaping up to be fantastic. Paperwork, and his teammates were either patronizing, flippant, or ignorant about the nature of souls and just how damned important treating one right actually was. He only hoped that the ones he hadn't spoken to on the matter had saner views on the matter.
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le stab the only valid target
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Shinobu had been convinced that she'd won: her fist clipped her opponent, but getting clipped by an oni's punch was rather akin to getting clipped by a bus. Then she felt the searing pain from the daggers that sunk into her for a split second before a massive "3" flashed before her eyes, and everything went dark.
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[IC] TFW Chapter 2: Wrath
Chevaleresse replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
If Ice showed any reaction, it was a slight widening of the eyes before she quickly smoothed it over. "I see. Can you describe how that works and feels to me?" Her pencil scribbled furiously at the page, noting down the display of her apparently newfound powers and an idea or two on how they might operate. "It would help in understanding. Additionally, can you do anything else?" Suddenly splitting herself into two halves was not what Ice had expected from Loki; but then, the girl was probably happy about doing something unexpected. This seemed to be some sort of Spark ability, unless it was merely a quite convincing illusion. This seemed to be outside the realm of typical spellcasting, to say the least. . . -
[IC] TFW Chapter 2: Wrath
Chevaleresse replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
That faint twitch upward of the corner of her mouth appeared again as Ice made a quick note of Loki's response. "I see." A small portion of her was glad the girl was, well, still a girl and not a woman. If she grew, she might look EXACTLY like Merlin, and quite frankly Ice wasn't sure how to deal with that. Moving on, though, she had a goal here. "Just one more question. Have you developed any magical abilities or signs of such since the last check?" -
"You really think he's sitting there carefully pruning souls to make sure they can recover? I don't even think that's possible, to start. And no, everyone else not having a soul is not 'just how it works,' can you not hear how absurd and terrible that is as it comes out of your mouth? I've spent years trying to hunt down people that think like this." Well, not quite like this, arguably much worse, but he wasn't in the mood to discuss that. If he was going to speak further, though, he was interrupted by their arrival at the dock. "Unfortunately no," he replied, trying and largely failing to hide the fact that he was still fuming. "Call me Slipstream."
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"What the hell is wrong with both of you!?" Kusuke nearly shouts, looking back and forth between Arminius and Satomi. "You can't just rip pieces out of the souls of things, that's. . . I can't even begin to put into words what's wrong with that. It's heinous, it's like. . . Have you ever SEEN what happens to someone whose soul is damaged? They may as well not even exist any more. And YOU." He turns from lecturing Arminius to face Satomi. "How can you just think that some people don't have souls? That's. . ." Kusuke's face screwed up, seemingly utterly at a loss for words for a moment as his mouth worked a bit without actually making a sound. "It's a hideous way to think, not to mention being just incorrect."
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Kusuke, having finished his task, was climbing back up for some air and maybe some conversation. Maybe talk to that samurai girl who kept calling him a gaijin, figure out what that was about. He supposed he looked like a gaijin to someone who was from something at least resembling feudal Japan, but . . . He came up just in time to hear this last line from Arminius. A line that prompted a faint blurring of the air in front of the man before an incredibly angry-looking Kusuke abruptly appeared in the space, having blinked from where he previously was to a position in front of the man. "You did WHAT, now?"