Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)
- Thread starter TehChron
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Mortifer
Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.
- Location
- Under a rock.
who is this strange Romanian man and what does he have to do with AMC2016?
EDIT: added it to the IC since there was space enough for one more tag
Just to provide some explanation for those too lazy too look
When TehChron inevitably doesn't update this for another five months
And you all go into Isaac Hemostrus/Aaron Gentles withdrawal
Asshole Magus Con 2016 should be a good enough hit to keep you satisfied until Chron gets back to work
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] On the Outside Looking In
I am against "A Looming Threat" on the grounds that if we know the threat is coming we'll be anxious and paranoid about it but if we don't know it's coming we won't worry about it.
I am against "A Looming Threat" on the grounds that if we know the threat is coming we'll be anxious and paranoid about it but if we don't know it's coming we won't worry about it.
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
[x] On the Outside, Looking In
Bibs
The brunette catches your eye, winking in your general direction as all others present seem to be content with their own situation. You look towards your other options for conversation:
A bunch of senile old fools. That crippled boy. Green hair. Moria. Compared to them, someone dressed up as an overly stereotypical American was really just the best of a bad lot, truly. You calmly walk over towards her, ignoring Madonna's insistent shaking of the plastic bag undoubtedly containing long-since stale Romanian Chinese Food. Somehow, walking towards this other woman becomes significantly more easy as you consider that.
"Isaac Hemostrus," You begin with a slight bow, "Master of Rider."
The woman's face twists into an incredibly unattractive grimace, "So that one was yours, then?"
You pause, wondering where the hostility came from before settling on the obvious conclusion, "How bad was it?"
"Abhorrent."
You groan, audibly, "I deeply apologize, Miss…?"
"Leila Archambault," She extends a hand out regally, "Of the Rhine Archambaults."
"I'm afraid that I've never heard of your family, Lady Archambault." You reply, leaning low to brush her knuckles with a kiss. You were reasonably sure that's how you were supposed to treat people that claimed to be French nobility.
"Yes," She replies with a huff, "Well I've never heard of your family either but I felt it polite to not comment on the fact." She levels a glare at you, daring you to say something in response. Surprising yourself, you do not as you politely withdraw to a more acceptable distance.
"We are the greatest magical freelancers in Europe, if not the world, and I am the greatest culmination of our art."
"I had thought those to be the Edefelts?" You reply musingly, "I apologize for my lack of awareness, Lady Archambault."
She waves her hand airily at you, "Worry not. Whether it is the artiste' or the noble, both are cursed to bear the burden of the ignorance of rubes like yourself."
"Too true," You agree easily, more by reflex than anything, "So I take it that you see yourself as something of an artist?"
She glares at you before nodding testily, "I am indeed. Painting, music, magecraft, killing, dance. I am skilled in all these things but my own greatest love is without a doubt sculpture." She gestures to the bag at her side, "My mystic code is an exceptional tool in my craft, and I simply don't go anywhere without it."
You nod thoughtfully, but really something else comes to the forefront of your mind and this probably was the best chance to ask.
"So, I've been out dealing with Gentles and Assassin of Black for the most part," You begin, catching Leila's interest, "And I haven't quite had the opportunity to hear about how everything else in the conflict is going."
The ostensibly french woman shrugs, "I have not been paying much attention myself. An artiste' can not be distracted by trivialities when immersed in her passion, you see."
"Of course."
"I'm aware of Berserker of Red going off the reservation and our…pressing need to retrieve him, but other than that I am only vaguely aware that our Assassin is in the midst of some great construction and our Caster is a meandering busybody." She glances down at her outfit in consternation.
"If you don't mind me asking," You add, "Why the cowboy outfit?"
"Caster's advice." She replies sullenly, "He insisted that Berserker would be more pliable to work with us if I dressed like this while waving an American Flag in his face while telling him about the Revolution."
"That's right," You mutter, realization taking hold, "He was Spartacus, was he not? That makes sense." An almost twisted, comical sense. One which makes you wonder why someone would take such an obvious prank seriously, but there is an underpinning of insidious logic nonetheless, "But why you and not his Master?" You begin, halting abruptly as you raise a hand to stop her reply, your mind working furiously to put the pieces of the puzzle together, "Unless, of course, Berserker's Master had simply been so utterly incompetent as to let their Servant believe that they too, were oppressing them?" Leila's face begins to color, and while you could appreciate her sense of camaraderie it was quite misplaced here, "Which would make Caster's attempts to use you to assure him of the righteousness of our cause to be downright prescient! Genius, even!" The girl's eyebrow begins twitching in a familiar sign of rage, but still! Your Caster was brilliant! You needed to express their train of thought in order to let that Freelancer know that her dignity was sacrificed purely for the greater good!
"Please, forgive Caster Lady Archambault! For it was due to the incompetence of Berserker's Master that lead to Caster seeking your assistance to repair the frayed bonds between our Red Faction and Spartacus! A worthwhile cause if there ever was one!" You gesture passionately at the woman, "If there is someone who has earned your ire, it is, without a doubt, Berserker's unworthy, foolish, insensitive, and clearly mentally deficient Master!"
Nearby, the green haired woman snorts at some private joke, while Makiri proves invaluable in distracting Madonna with his presence.
"I…am afraid that I can not do that, Hemostrus." Leila says after a brief moment, her hands clenched into trembling fists.
"And why is that?" You ask, sincerely confused.
"Because I am that Master, you…you…Vous avez le corps d'un chien et le QI d'une durée de cinq ans!" She rises up, fists swinging at you with a speed impossible for a human being!
And you casually lean to the side, once more reminded that even in terms of delivering brutal pain on to you, all other women pale in comparison to your Master. You release a quiet sigh as a second punch whistles through the air before your face. A slight twisting of your hips blocks a reinforced kick to your groin. As you endure the angered flailing of the freelancer in front of you you find your mind wandering to happier times.
And what if I don't want to hurt my attacker, Master?
Then you probably deserve the beating, my foolish Disciple.
But that's terribly inconvenient. What if we're in the middle of a life or death situation?
Hmm…There is a way. Do you have a long piece of cloth handy?
Like an ascot?
Perfect.
And just like in the past, you reach into your pockets, withdrawing Rider's Age of Gods ascot. With a flick of your wrist it unfurls, and with a slight touch of mana you feel it become an extension of your own body.
Leila goes for your eyes once again, and you simply lean back as she overextends herself. Her eyes widen as you step into her guard, one hand grabbing her arm while the other loops your weapon around her face. Your foot stamps in between her legs, body pivoting as you body check her. She goes off balance, tightening the ascot's hold as you spin her around, both arms pulling her outstretched limb back towards her head.
She bucks, attempting to break your grip, but you merely use your foot to apply pressure behind her knee and she is brought to the ground. It's the work of a moment to tie her arms to the back of her head with her cloth, bringing an end to the fight.
When will people learn? Not just anyone can become an Enforcer, you know.
A shout and loud crash fills your ears, and quite suddenly Dubstep is filling your vision.
"So, uh, Isaac." She says, breathing heavily while heavily violating your personal space, "That was kind of amazing. I'm sure you're probably hungry after that, uh, workout." She begins to lift that plastic bag into your face again.
"Not…particularly, no." You reply hurriedly, as Makiri manages to pull himself off the floor, "Restraining your average Magus isn't that difficult a task in my line of work." A muffled screaming comes from the bound and inadvertently gagged woman on the floor, "My Master's training was considerable in that regard, and it would bring shame upon her if I was anything less than exceptional." In spite of yourself, you feel your chest puffing up in pride.
The older men split up, approaching you as a unit. Your eyes move away from Morgoth's creepy gaze and the senior citizen's judgmental ones, only to lock on to the amused smirk of the green haired woman.
You feel an oddly detached sense of dislike in that smirk. Not…Gentles-tier dislike, but more of a general sense of wariness and distrust? Yes. Something like that. The woman looked like someone who had swallowed the proverbial canary…Speaking of which.
"So, what's for dinner?" You exclaim towards the trio of senior citizens, clapping your hands together to distract from the awkward situation you've found yourself in.
You ignore the plastic bag gently tapping the side of your head with it's contents.
What do you do?
[] Ask where the kitchen is
[] Help Shinji Makiri up from the floor
[] Eat that cold, stale chinese food that Marybell retrieved for you
[] Untie Leila as a sign of good faith
[] Distract the old men with your peerless oratory skills
[] BY THE POWER OF MY COMMAND SEAL
-[] Write-In
[] Some other distraction (Write-In)
A bunch of senile old fools. That crippled boy. Green hair. Moria. Compared to them, someone dressed up as an overly stereotypical American was really just the best of a bad lot, truly. You calmly walk over towards her, ignoring Madonna's insistent shaking of the plastic bag undoubtedly containing long-since stale Romanian Chinese Food. Somehow, walking towards this other woman becomes significantly more easy as you consider that.
"Isaac Hemostrus," You begin with a slight bow, "Master of Rider."
The woman's face twists into an incredibly unattractive grimace, "So that one was yours, then?"
You pause, wondering where the hostility came from before settling on the obvious conclusion, "How bad was it?"
"Abhorrent."
You groan, audibly, "I deeply apologize, Miss…?"
"Leila Archambault," She extends a hand out regally, "Of the Rhine Archambaults."
"I'm afraid that I've never heard of your family, Lady Archambault." You reply, leaning low to brush her knuckles with a kiss. You were reasonably sure that's how you were supposed to treat people that claimed to be French nobility.
"Yes," She replies with a huff, "Well I've never heard of your family either but I felt it polite to not comment on the fact." She levels a glare at you, daring you to say something in response. Surprising yourself, you do not as you politely withdraw to a more acceptable distance.
"We are the greatest magical freelancers in Europe, if not the world, and I am the greatest culmination of our art."
"I had thought those to be the Edefelts?" You reply musingly, "I apologize for my lack of awareness, Lady Archambault."
She waves her hand airily at you, "Worry not. Whether it is the artiste' or the noble, both are cursed to bear the burden of the ignorance of rubes like yourself."
"Too true," You agree easily, more by reflex than anything, "So I take it that you see yourself as something of an artist?"
She glares at you before nodding testily, "I am indeed. Painting, music, magecraft, killing, dance. I am skilled in all these things but my own greatest love is without a doubt sculpture." She gestures to the bag at her side, "My mystic code is an exceptional tool in my craft, and I simply don't go anywhere without it."
You nod thoughtfully, but really something else comes to the forefront of your mind and this probably was the best chance to ask.
"So, I've been out dealing with Gentles and Assassin of Black for the most part," You begin, catching Leila's interest, "And I haven't quite had the opportunity to hear about how everything else in the conflict is going."
The ostensibly french woman shrugs, "I have not been paying much attention myself. An artiste' can not be distracted by trivialities when immersed in her passion, you see."
"Of course."
"I'm aware of Berserker of Red going off the reservation and our…pressing need to retrieve him, but other than that I am only vaguely aware that our Assassin is in the midst of some great construction and our Caster is a meandering busybody." She glances down at her outfit in consternation.
"If you don't mind me asking," You add, "Why the cowboy outfit?"
"Caster's advice." She replies sullenly, "He insisted that Berserker would be more pliable to work with us if I dressed like this while waving an American Flag in his face while telling him about the Revolution."
"That's right," You mutter, realization taking hold, "He was Spartacus, was he not? That makes sense." An almost twisted, comical sense. One which makes you wonder why someone would take such an obvious prank seriously, but there is an underpinning of insidious logic nonetheless, "But why you and not his Master?" You begin, halting abruptly as you raise a hand to stop her reply, your mind working furiously to put the pieces of the puzzle together, "Unless, of course, Berserker's Master had simply been so utterly incompetent as to let their Servant believe that they too, were oppressing them?" Leila's face begins to color, and while you could appreciate her sense of camaraderie it was quite misplaced here, "Which would make Caster's attempts to use you to assure him of the righteousness of our cause to be downright prescient! Genius, even!" The girl's eyebrow begins twitching in a familiar sign of rage, but still! Your Caster was brilliant! You needed to express their train of thought in order to let that Freelancer know that her dignity was sacrificed purely for the greater good!
"Please, forgive Caster Lady Archambault! For it was due to the incompetence of Berserker's Master that lead to Caster seeking your assistance to repair the frayed bonds between our Red Faction and Spartacus! A worthwhile cause if there ever was one!" You gesture passionately at the woman, "If there is someone who has earned your ire, it is, without a doubt, Berserker's unworthy, foolish, insensitive, and clearly mentally deficient Master!"
Nearby, the green haired woman snorts at some private joke, while Makiri proves invaluable in distracting Madonna with his presence.
"I…am afraid that I can not do that, Hemostrus." Leila says after a brief moment, her hands clenched into trembling fists.
"And why is that?" You ask, sincerely confused.
"Because I am that Master, you…you…Vous avez le corps d'un chien et le QI d'une durée de cinq ans!" She rises up, fists swinging at you with a speed impossible for a human being!
And you casually lean to the side, once more reminded that even in terms of delivering brutal pain on to you, all other women pale in comparison to your Master. You release a quiet sigh as a second punch whistles through the air before your face. A slight twisting of your hips blocks a reinforced kick to your groin. As you endure the angered flailing of the freelancer in front of you you find your mind wandering to happier times.
And what if I don't want to hurt my attacker, Master?
Then you probably deserve the beating, my foolish Disciple.
But that's terribly inconvenient. What if we're in the middle of a life or death situation?
Hmm…There is a way. Do you have a long piece of cloth handy?
Like an ascot?
Perfect.
And just like in the past, you reach into your pockets, withdrawing Rider's Age of Gods ascot. With a flick of your wrist it unfurls, and with a slight touch of mana you feel it become an extension of your own body.
Leila goes for your eyes once again, and you simply lean back as she overextends herself. Her eyes widen as you step into her guard, one hand grabbing her arm while the other loops your weapon around her face. Your foot stamps in between her legs, body pivoting as you body check her. She goes off balance, tightening the ascot's hold as you spin her around, both arms pulling her outstretched limb back towards her head.
She bucks, attempting to break your grip, but you merely use your foot to apply pressure behind her knee and she is brought to the ground. It's the work of a moment to tie her arms to the back of her head with her cloth, bringing an end to the fight.
When will people learn? Not just anyone can become an Enforcer, you know.
A shout and loud crash fills your ears, and quite suddenly Dubstep is filling your vision.
"So, uh, Isaac." She says, breathing heavily while heavily violating your personal space, "That was kind of amazing. I'm sure you're probably hungry after that, uh, workout." She begins to lift that plastic bag into your face again.
"Not…particularly, no." You reply hurriedly, as Makiri manages to pull himself off the floor, "Restraining your average Magus isn't that difficult a task in my line of work." A muffled screaming comes from the bound and inadvertently gagged woman on the floor, "My Master's training was considerable in that regard, and it would bring shame upon her if I was anything less than exceptional." In spite of yourself, you feel your chest puffing up in pride.
The older men split up, approaching you as a unit. Your eyes move away from Morgoth's creepy gaze and the senior citizen's judgmental ones, only to lock on to the amused smirk of the green haired woman.
You feel an oddly detached sense of dislike in that smirk. Not…Gentles-tier dislike, but more of a general sense of wariness and distrust? Yes. Something like that. The woman looked like someone who had swallowed the proverbial canary…Speaking of which.
"So, what's for dinner?" You exclaim towards the trio of senior citizens, clapping your hands together to distract from the awkward situation you've found yourself in.
You ignore the plastic bag gently tapping the side of your head with it's contents.
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What do you do?
[] Ask where the kitchen is
[] Help Shinji Makiri up from the floor
[] Eat that cold, stale chinese food that Marybell retrieved for you
[] Untie Leila as a sign of good faith
[] Distract the old men with your peerless oratory skills
[] BY THE POWER OF MY COMMAND SEAL
-[] Write-In
[] Some other distraction (Write-In)
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Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Distract the old men with your peerless oratory skills
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
[X] Eat that cold, stale chinese food that Marybell retrieved for you
I've long since forgotten why this woman would be so insistent on us eating that takeout food, so I'm going to assume it's been spiked with something.
I've long since forgotten why this woman would be so insistent on us eating that takeout food, so I'm going to assume it's been spiked with something.
You guys voted to have her get it for you over four months ago
that other thing is also a possibility
- Location
- America
Hadiz
The Final Solution. To Others.
- Location
- Somewhere.
Knowing Isaac.
It'd blow the place up rather than lead to what she wanted. Unless she wanted to blow us up.
The Out Of World
Lichte's Brain
- Location
- -
[X] Help Shino Masaka up from the floor
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES, as improbable and revolting as the thought may seem.
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES, as improbable and revolting as the thought may seem.
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
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Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
[X] Help Shino Masaka up from the floor
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
Perfect
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
Perfect
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The Out Of World
Lichte's Brain
- Location
- -
vote edited to be more in-charactervetoed
isaac knows better
The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
[X] Help Shino Masaka up from the floor
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
Illusion
Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
[X] Help Shino Masaka up from the floor
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES, as improbable and revolting as the thought may seem.
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
Sometimes I forget Isaac is actually a good combatant due to how much he jobs to Gentles.
-[X] Redirect Morty's obvious attempt at poisoning you toward the cripple while he's off-guard
--[X] Inform him it's a sacrifice for the greater good and that he's a model citizen for taking up this burden
---[X] Ask where the kitchen is; you're famished and would enjoy a meal that isn't frigid and drier than the face of AARON GENTLES, as improbable and revolting as the thought may seem.
----[X] Inquire if the senior citizens would like any pre-chewed or liquefied meals brought to them while you're at it. Even you are not above your civic duty to care for the infirm tottering skinsacks as any upstanding member of society would.
-----[X] Oh, and you might as well ask if Leia Alderaan wants anything to while you're at it.
Sometimes I forget Isaac is actually a good combatant due to how much he jobs to Gentles.