Third Rule

Jul. 7th, 2012 06:47 pm
prototype_king: (where are you?)
[personal profile] prototype_king
[Video]

I have a question.

[Gilgamesh goes from looking at the "camera" to turning the book around to see what he's seeing - two of the 'berserk' residents wandering around the Palace district.]

Are we supposed to kill these things, or are we putting them down gently?

[Two bursts of light lash out from behind the camera and impact the affected citizens in the head, knocking each one over with a crack and laying them unconscious (possibly comatose) on the pavement. For a split second before the projectiles disappear, it's clear that that they were, in fact, swords - launched hilt-first.]

I ask because on the one hand, they sure as hell look like zombies. On the other hand, I just know there are a bunch of bleeding hearts here who don't want me killing things that might be human. But on the other hand: zombies. Also if they were normal humans this would probably kill them anyway. Since it's not, again: zombies.

I just wanted to clarify before I have to answer some thrown-together farce of a trial later from one of your knightly-types. Saber. Let me know, though, they're starting to get everywhere.

[Another crack of the same type indicates Gilgamesh has smashed another person's head off-camera somewhere before he ends the feed.]
lone_wolf_of_southtown: (come at me bro)
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*Christ on a crutch. He'd heard about this phenomenon going on, but he hadn't really expected to come face to face with it. Then this guy just went straight out nuts in the middle of a crowded restaurant, and the only guy there with any skill at ALL in handling it was the Hungry Wolf himself. So he'd thrown his hat in. Not literally, mind; he only threw his hat in victories.

Which he's beginning to wonder if he could scrounge out of this.

The madman has no technical skill at all, but in his state is so difficult to put down he almost didn't need it. Terry's been holding his own, but he's getting a little tired. His opponent isn't.

There'd been rumors of this sort of fighting happening back home. Whispers. He didn't know what the name of it was, but supposedly there were fighters out there who would just totally lose it. Couldn't feel pain, couldn't think reason. All they wanted to do was destroy -- and that seems to be what he's up against. He needs to end this now.*


Geez, you really are a tough cookie, aren't you... Looks like I'm really going to have to pull out all the stops here.

*His opponent only screeches in reply, and the two charge each other again. Ho boy.*
championofthesun: (Serious)
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[Video]

I hope that by now everyone has had their proper belongings returned to them. The next time that accursed Monkey King shows his face, I will put him to the sword.

That being said, I have a more important reason for making this broadcast, but first, let me introduce myself. And before you say it, no, I am not King Arthur. My name is Gawain, and I was once a Knight of the Round Table. You may perhaps know me also as the White Knight or...

[Gawain takes a deep breath and clenches his teeth. Clearly he's not terribly fond of this next title.]

...the Ladies' Knight.

But now, on to business. I am looking for someone. She is a young girl, a little above 150 centimeters in height. She has golden hair, green eyes, and her hair tied back with a blue ribbon. She also typically wears a blue dress adorned with armor on the chest and skirt, and gauntlets on her arms and metal boots on her feet. She is a relative of mine, and recently I've lost contact with her. It is imperative that I find her.

I thank you for your time.
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[Library District]

[For once in his life, Lancer regrets having such a keen nose. Because he had no need to sleep, he had been flipping through his notebook. When the stench hit, however, he was in as mad of a scramble as anyone else, trying to find a place where the stench was least severe. Even going into spirit mode only helped him move faster, but did not cancel out the horrid odor.]

[Once outside, he takes a moment to breathe in some fresh air. Even so, his nose is still unpleasantly clogged, and the stench seems to have clung to his nostrils.]


WHO THE FUCK STUNK UP THE APARTMENTS?
 

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[ It's Father's Day and Illyasviel von Einzbern returned just in time for it. Since she hasn't had anytime to check out potential markets in the area, she gave an attendant a simple request. This request?

"Please fetch a weapon that Kiritsugu could use well."

So for those who happen to be living in the same district as Illya, enjoy the sight of a girl trying to wrap up a gun. Yes, it does fire once or twice before an attendant will rush to help her unload it. While she does want to question how or why this weapon would be good for her father, she doesn't have the time to do so.

Earlier plotting with her destined lover foster brother meant there was going to be a party. He should have everything set up, so all that was left was to rush to the Palace to a certain boy's room.

All while dragging Kiritsugu there. It's a challenge that's not all that difficult for this heroine as she sets out to find the quiet man! ]
thedarkheir: (unsure)
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[After some confusion, and fiddling with his device, Soma rubs the back of his neck sheepishly]

Well, I never expected to get drafted... uhm. I'm Soma Cruz, a student normally. I can use a variety of magic, and weapons, so I'll help out however I can. If anyone recognizes me, the name Belmont or Arikado, let me know. Okay?

And if there's anything I can help with, let me know.

(man, as if my life isn't weird enough already...)

[he speaks again, realizing he's trailing off into his thoughts]

I'll be taking a walk in the foundry district to see where everything is.

[action]

[True to his word, he's wandering the area, standing out with his white hair and white coat, examining everything with a curious, but cautious eye]

FEAST!

May. 29th, 2012 11:00 pm
the_last_free_mods: (Thor)
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With Qin's army pushed back, Thor called all of his guests to the palace, along with many of the other warriors of Midgard. Strange machines from forgotten pantheons that sought refuge, Valkyries in Thor's service, regular humans who took up arms and many others. Most of them looked upon the heroes from the bifrost in awe. Everyone was led by attendants to a huge, long room with polished stone floors, filled with rows of long tables of beautiful craftsmanship. Thor himself, a nine foot tall image of manly perfection in furs and leather, stood up from his seat at a table that was different from the other only in that it was big enough to make room for the god's large size, addressed the room.

"My guests! My friends! You have fought well this day and driven the enemy before you so much cattle! You have bent them to your will with martial skill and pure fury! You have made me proud and given me knew hope for the race of man!"

He raised a drinking horn high into the air, his voice thundering like, well, like a thunder god. "Tonight, eat, drink, and celebrate! Tonight we feast!"

With that, attendants and human servants brought in huge trays of food. The focus is on beer, bread, and meat, but there are plenty of other options for those so inclined. They only serve soft drinks to children (Anyone under 16), but by the standards of this place beer and mead are soft drinks. All around the room, musicians, dancers, and acrobats provided entertainment.

It was a hell of a party.

[A less frantic chance for people to meet face to face. The remainder of the action log shall continue to be backtagged for as long as necessary, but ICly the battle is done.]
promised_victory: ([HA Casual] Listening)
[personal profile] promised_victory
[Action: Throughout Midgard]

[This was not what she'd expected when she had agreed to come here. If she's honest with herself she isn't sure just what she'd been expecting. The last Saber remembers clearly was being on Camlann Hill, her body in excruciating pain, and then.... it's a haze what the Valkyries had said to her even though she remembers the idea behind it and Hephaestus had been kind enough to answer her questions once she was able to. Saber supposes it might have been the blood loss making her delirious at the time, but she remembers agreeing. She had resolved to live without regrets, right?

So she wanders the city, her damaged armor had been repaired and sent ahead to her apartment while she'd been healing. Excalibur, on the other hand, was returned to her and she used invisible air to fashion a sheath at her waist so that she could carry it with her unseen now that she could no longer summon it out of the ether like before. It was always best to be prepared though she felt naked walking like this without her armor on. Light as it was, getting into it would be a hassle now. And she'd enjoyed being able to skip the chore of tying her armor on and removing it at the end of a battle, but that was a fair price to pay for being human again.

That was another she she knew she'd have to get used to, being human again. Saber had expected to die on that hill not get another chance, a proper chance, at living out her life. Everything about life before felt so distant now. Could she even call herself Saber anymore?

While these thoughts go through her mind she looks through the city to get the best feel for the terrain. If she's truly meant to fight for this place she fully intends to get to know it well. It could very well be her home for years before they managed to make even a dent in their enemies' forces.]


(ooc: Putting this up while I have a moment. Will tag replies to both this and Goku's post once I get home from work later on.)
windfang: (❝You cannot harm me❞)
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[ Honestly fed up with the blatant show of bravado he's seen thus far, this livid Demigod finally decides to announce himself to the public. Of course, he wouldn't normally do such things had there been no reason for him to speak. However, given that most of his newly made comrades seem to be as absentminded as children, he feels the need to remind them why they're here. ]

This is a war.

[ The appearance of a rather interestingly dressed man appears, one that has chosen to obscure his face with a golden mask. While half his face couldn't be seen, it's quite evident by his scowl that he disapproves of the situation at hand. ]

We have no time to remain idle. Focus your attention on the battle and less upon yourselves. This is not the time for us to be casually gossiping when the next attack is imminent.

[ He makes a good point, doesn't he? But he's being a tad too grumpy for his own good. ]
lone_wolf_of_southtown: (Bogard seal of approval)
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[VIDEO]

Whoa now, seems I'm a little late to the introduction party. Hey, better late than never though. That's what I always say.

Name's Terry Bogard. They used to call me the Legendary Hungry Wolf back home, but who cares about titles like that, right? Looks like I'll be fighting with you guys for the long haul. At least, that's what I kinda gathered from the warrior gal who brought me here. I'll leave the complicated stuff to the people who can handle it though.

Nice to meet you guys. Anybody wanna just hang out sometime, maybe play a game of hoops, I'm down with it.

Video

May. 28th, 2012 11:45 am
just_some_meddler: (Hee!)
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It seems I just missed a major battle. Hopefully I can be more useful next time. In the meantime, I'm Ciel.

Hopefully this won't get too out of hand and can be resolved without too much bloodshed. If it does, though, I think I might still be able to make myself useful.

It's odd. Valkyries are supposed to go after the spirits of dead warriors. What kind of people got to meet one before they died?
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A few days have passed since the Qin army marched on Midgard's walls. The warriors already there don't know how much longer the front gate can last. The Qin forces are slowly picking off the wall's defenders, whittling down their numbers.

A metallic dragon twists and writhes in the sky, raining destruction from above. Sanzuwu streak back and forth across the sky, strafing and intercepting any aerial units. Shishi slam into the gates repeatedly, while terracotta soldiers make use of siege engines to break down the gate.

And finally, the inevitable occurs; the gate crashes open. Qin soldiers start flooding in.

But at that very moment...the Bifrost activates.

The first wave has come.

[[OoC: Welcome to the game! You'll be starting off fending off a Qin invasion. You are free to godmode enemies within reason, though the mods may occasionally take over from time to time. Defeat enough enemies, and a boss may appear...

Enemy types can be found with descriptions in the cut below.

Read more... )

And finally, Thor has something to say to you.]

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