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  1. Blood & Steel

    "?" Silently he observed his Master. James cut off a length of rope and attached it to a grenade before tethering it as a trap for the untraveled path. By his guess, the rope would cause the pin to dislodge when disturbed, thus flanking whatever triggered it with an explosion in the least. Setting traps is something he had yet to practice during his travels, his experience instead more angled to searching for traps and disarming them when possible. Seeing James prepare to do such a thing was just evidence he still had a few things to learn from him after all. When James made sure to remind him to be weary of it, he delivered a simple nod as he verbally complied. "Hai...Uh, say, you wouldn't happen to have the coin too would you?" He mused nervously into a slow sarcastic laugh as his eyes closed for a brief moment, his right hand coming to scratch the back of his head as it tilted slightly to the right. If this was one of them anime, he would surely have had a sweat drop somewhere about his brow. One habit about Jin that almost never changed, was his lack of keeping currency on his person, especially without intent to use it.
  2. Flower Festival - Port Caelum [Interest Check]

    Expect me to hyu soon about some potential plot. I'd like my villain character to indirectly sponsor Chaos.
  3. "New Year, Old Me"

    "Thanks dahling." He mused with a grin as she left him with his options. More time was spent considering just how rich he might be considered in this tiny nation, something he couldn't gauge without breaching the palace in the least. Still, he would weigh his actual options briefly before settling for the recommendation he was given by the coachman that brought him here. His waitress didn't expressly mention the option, though he was certain that a local was well aware of what they were talking about. Even if it was a part of a secret menu or simply an up charge for the bacon. When she returned to take his order, the Cambion hesitated not to put all faith in the coachman. "Indeed. Let me try the bacon wrapped Jack-a-lope steak with the fresh veggies, and a pint of your best aged, all famous honey beer." Refreshing his smile, he reassured her with a nod before mouthing thank you to her. When she left him to his own devices to wait, he took the opportunity to simply survey his surroundings. Surely the environment would vary more the further one got from the castle, this this was as good a source as any to create hypotheses on what to potentially expect out of this island.
  4. "New Year, Old Me"

    "Thanks dahling." He mused with a grin as she left him with his options. More time was spent considering just how rich he might be considered in this tiny nation, something he couldn't gauge without breaching the palace in the least. Still, he would weigh his actual options briefly before settling for the recommendation he was given by the coachman that brought him here. His waitress didn't expressly mention the option, though he was certain that a local was well aware of what they were talking about. Even if it was a part of a secret menu or simply an up charge for the bacon. When she returned to take his order, the Cambion hesitated not to put all faith in the coachman. "Indeed. Let me try the bacon wrapped Jack-a-lope steak with the fresh veggies, and a pint of your best aged, all famous honey beer." Refreshing his smile, he reassured her with a nod before mouthing thank you to her. When she left him to his own devices to wait, he took the opportunity to simply survey his surroundings. Surely the environment would vary more the further one got from the castle, this this was as good a source as any to create hypotheses on what to potentially expect out of this island.
  5. Hanami - Flower Festival [OPEN]

    For the briefest of moments, a particular familiar presence became noticed. Hiding in plain site was his Queen. Though before he could consider diverting his course, something else took major priority over such. The shout of a feminine voice boasting about chaos gave way to a reckless charge upon the Yokai Queen. Xartia was ready to act, though it seemed a closer party manage to intercept the foolish girl sooner. Unfortunately, she was revealed to also have a partner in crime. Without any knowledge of their affiliations, he automatically assumed that they were some of Koji's cronies, sent to complete a job he had failed to do himself. Then again, they had been rather silent as of late which was the part Xartia found himself most concerned about. As if on queue, Ninelives found himself descending upon the Yokai Queen blades ready, and a translucent orb cased in ghastly tricolor flames of purple, blue, and green. By the time he could tell what it was, it gained a feverish glow that blossom into the silhouette of something much larger than a orb the size of a baseball. The first thing between the assumed assassin and his target was a rather odd looking sword. A viking style sword with a dark gray base, accented with silver speckles and goldenrod veins like lightning scattered throughout it's composition. The grey guard and handle respectively seemed more mundane with it's leather wrapping and all, though the crescent shaped pommel was instead a large polished chunk of gemstone. Tiger's Eye. Attached to the handle of the sword was a hand attached to an arm that was attached to a man. When the light dimmed away, Xartia was revealed wielding a blade only he could, hosting it at the torso of the falling man that dared to attack the Yokai Queen...Point first. Where he previously stood was a lingering after image, which seemed to evaporate but a mere second or two after the light dimmed away from him. If their assailant failed to adjust his guard, he would find his guard open from beneath it, in which he would be left to the mercy of a free fall onto Xartia's sword through the stomach. As for the deflected assailant, Viper, she would find her choice to run away was most wise as Captain Becky and one of her Wizard comrades were already en route to track and recover the culprit if possible. Though if the suspect escaped the Port City, then they would leave it to the Justicar of the Carmine Empire to pick up the investigation. For now though, the Viceroy attempted to remove half of the immediate threat, hoping those under his employ could at least detain the other without his direct assistance necessary. Even if it was necessary to catch that one, it would not be given. It was obvious his purpose was best served closer to those he wished to protect above most others.
  6. Come at me...

    I think once I clear up some activity we should do a random "Battle Royale" type deal where we all just follow post order and strictly adhere to the 72 hour time limit from one player's post to the next one's. Also, mimicking something I've seen Fie do before, I think I'd like to start up a thread for a Survival Mode type challenge. Fight all of y'all in a chain with one character until that character loses, until I run out of characters. Squad goals?
  7. Hanami - Flower Festival [OPEN]

    Xartia stood upon the roof of the nearly completed structure that would be his Academy. Dressed in a distinguished and unique cornflower blue yukata. He was festive in attendance down to the traditional geta that supported his feet. White tabi socks to match the white haori beneath the larger robe like garment. In this right hand he held an extended paper fan in which he consistently treated himself to a perfect breeze. That was, until he was able to note that Akako had made herself exceptionally public as of now. He lapped the paper fan shut and folded his arms over his chest and his mind began to wander. What started of thoughts of Akako herself lead to thoughts of Red and of Caelum. These lead to though of Koji and Kimi as they were called now. And of course things wouldn't be complete is he didn't think of his distant love, his dearest Luna. His endeavors in Nvengaria. The alternative of leaving it all behind and returning to the truest reality her has ever known. Right now he wasn't certain of what he desired, or perhaps he had been through so much in what was two years for most and yet approximately 830 for him...perhaps he simply desired nothing else out of this life. He had already cleared the limits of roughly ten of these lifetimes, what more could this one afford him in particular other than the mortal stigmas associated such mundane existence. Yet, what was a man without ambition. For now, he would have to remain here to discover if he still held flames of vigor within his belly, or if he was simply beyond the life he had left behind prior and as a result would just retire back from the Godhood he so easily shelved in hopes of protecting not only Akako, but perhaps existence itself as he once had. Even if he usually only ever claimed to be a petty Adventurer. Pushing such deep thoughts to the recesses of the back of his mind, Xartia cleared his surface thoughts with a deep breath. Sighing lightly, he drank in the environment. From his view he could see many of the citizens of Caelum in celebration of the season, festival, and the return of the Yokai Queen alike. A warm smile found his lips as he related to them wholly, a glimpse of the humanity he once thrived for. Smells assaulted him even at his current position over the city. The fragrances of several foods, as well as actual fires in general in preparation for some of the nights festivities. As he recalled from one of the memories of his Avatar's memories, Akako was quite fond of dancing around fire. Perhaps he would remember to experience such a thing for himself in order to discover what all the excitement was about. For now though, he would have to settle for keeping the other collected and assimilated memories close to mind. With those at his advantage, it wouldn't be so hard to begin integrating with the community. To allow all to acclimate to all once more, even if the majority of the group had no idea what the all the details were surrounding the situation, and thus were oblivious to the fact that Xartia did indeed seem a bit different. His people saw noticed this by far, and yet none questioned it. The air he carried about him, the soft glow of his skin...Not a single question, no inquiry as to why. "..." Without further adieu, the Cambion vanished from the rooftop he stood upon and appeared before the buildings main entrance on the ground level. There was no indication of transition. It was as if he had been standing there the whole time. Without much more hesitation, he dedicated to motion towards the Daiyokai whom was already busy greeting their visitors from both near and far. As he traversed the city streets he felt weary. Things had been exceptionally calm and quiet since Akako's return. Certainly word of her survival would reach Koji and his Empire. He could only expect that receipt of such news would infuriate the young conquering couple and undoubtedly earn some sort of visit from them for sake of repeat offenses. While he hoped that the Carmine would deliver on their word of smiting the threat, he couldn't rest easy until such a day came. Lest the day came first where he himself must act. After all this time, and after all the boy had done, could Xartia finally bring himself to do what needed to be done if the opportunity arose? He often asked himself this, and to this day he still had no answer. Only time would tell the tale of fate. Such a simple and silly thing to be subjected to in this realm. Fate.
  8. Riposte

    The words mildly stung, though it wasn't the first time Xartia had been insulted while being compared to the bulk of a kind branded by one or another as unfavorable. Once upon a time he would have rebuked the statement verbally just after it's delivery. Yet now he bit his tongue, allowing the man to speak as he truly couldn't be bothered enough to react the same anymore. So he knew. Whether he had figured it out on his own, or Akako had spilled the beans, Xartia would fail to be surprised either way. Still, even this was not so drastic for one to know or expose about him. He continued to bite his tongue, though perhaps Raphael would notice Xartia's arms hanging at his sides, yet his hands clenched into fists. What did any of this have to do with Akako's orb? 'I wouldn't have let you.' He noted mentally as he refrained evermore to respond. Xartia's eyes grew wide as the accusation of whom and what he was. Had Rapahael figured him out so easily? Nobody knew this sort of information about him, nobody. When he noticed his slack jack he close his mouth slowly, a grimace creasing onto his beautiful face. Anything beyond "I don't care." became lost to the Cambion as he blankly stared at Raphael. This response was a direct result of an anomaly taking place. A signal that only He could receive was being sent from exactly what Raphael had accused him of being. An Avatar of something greater. The Avatar experienced a delay as it resisted it's Creator worked to assimilate, it's deadpan stare finally affixing upon the Vixen with the turn of a chin and slight crane of a neck. Suddenly it's left fist opened and lifted, reaching desperately from her as it's senses began to fail and it's body became numb. A white aura encased him in a illuminate brilliance that could only be described as divine. From this thin brilliant casing, the light shrouded Xartia entirely, save for his sword which shown it's gemstone pommel burning with light just as feverish. Tendrils of dark stretch from the light, seamlessly sowing curtains out of the fabrics of time and space, and hinting at a pocket of existence not unlike this one in ideal, and yet literally a marvel all its own. That same left hand turned it's palm up as the body pivoted to face them more head on. The light washing from the entirety of the form and coming to swirl and fold in on itself in the form of an orb. With his form revealed, the curtains of time and space faded back into tendrils before becoming wisps that simply seized to exist altogether. When the glowing orb in his hand seized to swirl, the light shattered away from it like silent glass. In its wake hovered Akako's precious orb. Xartia's narrowed, emerald eyes sparkled in an uninterested gaze that lingered on the Kitsune. Finally, his arm lower and extended before him, hosting the orb in offer to it's rightful owner. "I would have returned this sooner, though I was hoping to refrain from reuniting with the Material Plane for a bit longer. With the discovery of my Avatar however, I suppose it just couldn't be helped." Between his smooth olive toned skin, his silky black hair, his exposed torso, and his fabrics of blacks, grays, blues, and some rather tasteful accents of the gold variety, Xartia looked every bit of what he truly was. While stepping outside of the origin of such, his Godhood was subject to be retained within said origin. While this limited his existence to the standards of this very realm, it should be noted that he was still likely powerful enough to be labeled as something like a living God regardless.
  9. Blood & Steel

    Jinsoku was prepared to enter the cave in it's natural, darkened state. His gift of Electrolocation courtesy of the Raiju was more than reassuring. However, he would not refuse the generosity of his Master when he was offered a torch. Not only would this give him a fail safe in case the Raiju didn't pick up on something he could only physically see. That or in the case of the Raiju's abilities failing completely. Entering the mouth of the cavern, the passage didn't at first seem very promising. It was much too narrow to expect much out of, and it was as bare as what might have been expected. A faint presence could be felt however, by Jinsoku at least and presumably by Master James himself. Something dark and powerful loomed in the depths of these caverns. Something that felt more like a hoard of fiends than a single presence. Unfortunately there would be no telling for sure from this distance. Perhaps they would venture close enough to investigate the source, perhaps they wouldn't. He breathed in, his lips parting to speak. They shut without delivery however when the cavern began to expand into a wider birth. Jinsoku searched his immediate surroundings with his torch. He was weary of not only creatures beyond his comprehension lying in wait for ambush, but also for potential traps set by such creatures of capable sentience, or otherwise even hunter's past such as themselves in the present. Suddenly, Jinsoku's charcoal eyes narrowed as they came upon a fork in their path. The cavern split, separated by a wall. Even with his Electrolocation he couldn't sense if they two paths became one again at some point or not. Still, he took this as the perfect moment to mark their path for future reference. Squatting to the ground, he produced a charge of neutrons into his open fist. Pressing his palm into the ground at his feet, he placed the charge into the ground and ultimately creating an unseen checkpoint. Standing erect again, he hesitated for a moment, unsure of which way they should go first. "What do you think Master? Perhaps we should flip a coin?"
  10. The World of Bel'shir

    "I'd be lying if I told you I had one, in this sudden case anyway." Jinsoku enlightened his present companion as he carried the unconscious man to certain safety. At first he wanted to stand head strong and face them, though he noticed those closest actually evacuated the area. This sobering fact, along with a person to save drove him to consider their best option. "If anything, scout out any last whereabouts within eye shot. Our best bet is to at least return to the cave where we stashed out belonging. He'll be safe there, and we'll be familiarly armed should conflict arise. Granted I'm hoping it doesn't come down to conflict at all. As much as I want to help, just like with the crabs, we have to remember that such actions will have potentially lasting effects on this world, in this village, and on these people."
  11. After a 16 hour shift yesterday, I have to get the rest of this for done while the day is young. But I should be catching up my activity throughout the afternoon/evening today. 

  12. Poker Night at the Inventory (Interest Check)

    Legit. In that case make sure Xartia wins.
  13. Poker Night at the Inventory (Interest Check)

    How would we figure out who has what cards anyway? Good old dice roll.
  14. Zentai Shin Sekai | A Whole New World

    "nomag jaci faestir udoka algbo." He chased her words, musing into jovial, baritone chuckle. His scarlet gaze found her crimson one, and for eternity he became lost within them. There he felt it. A glimpse of their future, standing above a multiverse complete with ash and dust. A multiverse that would inevitably melt into pure nothingness. Precreation. It wasn't that he killed aimlessly, or wished to evoke such. Rather, he executed others with divine ambition. Only by this means could he establish the foundation of a true paradise, one in which all were free. Granted, it would be a lie to say that a beast of his nature didn't enjoy the carnage that would be struck along the way. Both directly, and indirectly. He was exactly as predicted to be after all, and conceived against all odds. He was destiny, he was fate. The Emperor Koji was the red string.The more he believed to manipulate it, the more he assimilated himself to one-ness with it. A fine line dancing between confidence and arrogance. Perhaps Koji could achieve any and all goals he desired for the greater good of all, so long as he mind his reach in accordance to opportunity. His hands found her waist as they stood torsos touching. Finally his eyes slid shut as his lips found her in a bundle of passion. His kiss lingered yet refrained from dragging out into anything more than a simple kiss. After, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in a sigh as his forehead pressed to her's, his eyes opening once more yet remaining half lidded. His reptilian pupils thinned in ecstasy as he drank in her smell and very touch. A primal growl thundered from his chest as a grin cracked his porcelain face. "zyak, sia itov, svaklar tir yth tlush?" He questioned. Landing in the midst of a large chunk of land, any direction was bound to lead them somewhere. Between the stretching mountain peaks and the lush green forestry to be seen immediately, the Heika's own interest was evenly split between the possibilities. Though he remained focused on his truest intent of this trip which was to entertain his Empress. To occupy her space and time with his presence, and to pique her interest in order to maintain her happiness. Not only for her, but now also for their heir's sake.
  15. House of Choisel, BEWARE OOC

    Let's not talk about catching up. Lol.
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