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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2025 12:16 pm
Quote: The Gargoyles (1) : Even when you thought you’d seen the last of them, it seems like you’re never really in the clear. A while back, there was an infestation of awful gargoyle creatures–and while every Star Festival had its fair share of oddities, this one seems to have introduced a permanent infestation upon the city. Maybe you see them perched on the roof, or hiding in the shadows, but not all of these grotesque creatures are satisfied with just escaping their interdimensional prison–some of them still have a bone to pick. They seem stony; some of them will watch with a penetrative gaze and never strike to attack, but some of them will dive down to target anyone who gets too close. The monsters come in an array of sizes and shapes, but they are no more than half the size of their target. Their goal is uncertain, but they will crumble into a pile of rocks and dust if struck hard enough. This RP can be used as a battle requirement as long as there are at least two powered characters involved; you must be interacting with another player’s powered character and cannot solo this with two of your own characters. This does not count as the ‘one youma battle’ per stage for growth. This can only be used as a battle requirement once per character, but there is no limitation for how many times a player can use this prompt. With how things had been going, Florian knew better than to wander back home while powered down, even if he wasn't much better at fighting when he was Schwetzingen. Angel had been busy today, something related to his major, so it was understandable that he had to make his way from one side of the city to the other to get home from the flower shop he ran. When he was sure nobody was around, he powered up and picked up the pace, listening for any abnormal sounds or if any of those sickening presences showed up. If anything, he knew he was faster like this, so he could run if needed. Alternatively, he could throw something as a distraction and then go back to option one. Looking up towards the rooftops, he was glad to see that some of the apartment buildings had little hanging gardens or flower boxes. While not all of the plants looked healthy from this distance, he was at least glad to see people were still taking the time to do things before it got too cold. While he knew that he would pass some of the older buildings in the city soon, he was glad for the moments where he could scope out backdrops for photos later or places that Angel might get inspiration from for their art.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2025 3:59 pm
If he was being completely honest, Undine thought there was little value in powering up, and he had a strong preference for Not Doing It, if he could help it. He didn't like the idea of his aura attracting anything when he was just a Page with no magic and no weapon. And even going to his Wonder yielded little by way of intrigue. So usually, he would stick to being just Calder.
But today...
Well, today it was dark, and he was alone on his way home, and being alone did make for being an easy target, and- and- and-
And he had already had to fend a Youma off himself this evening as he was just minding his own business, so... So maybe being 'just Calder' didn't work out as well as he'd hoped. He was lucky the creature was stupid and just an amalgamation of evil that Undine didn't care about killing with whatever feral energy he could muster when his well being was threatened. Not that it was dead-dead, but it was dead enough to leave him alone, and he was too tired to worry further.
He trudged down the sidewalk, hair a mess, clothes muddy and grimy, a grimace twisting his otherwise beautiful face because a Page with no weapon and no magic didn't just fight off a Youma without breaking a sweat or getting messy (no matter how stupid it was).
When he felt another aura, it occurred to him to avoid it. Home was the most important thing to him. But that aura flagged his side for more than a single block, and Undine eventually had to wonder how far in the same direction they were going? It would be convenient to not be alone. So this once, just this once, maybe he could take a quick detour to meet up with another Knight.
He intersected them by alleyway, and was quickly aware that he looked significantly more worse-for wear than the other did... Still, he tried to smile, offering what dregs of camaraderie he had when he asked, "Where you headed?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2025 9:16 pm
While Schwetzingen felt someone coming closer, someone who felt like another page but not Kaisariani, he wasn't sure exactly if that was a good or bad thing. Keeping things between him and his... well, the thought of what label to use felt complicated, so he focused more on how close this new person felt. When they popped out of an alley, he was startled by how rough they looked. Stiffening up a bit, he tried to peer over and behind them as he stood on his toes so that he could see if anything had chased or followed them. The last thing he wanted to do was fight without Kaisariani here with his staff. "Did something follow you and... are you okay?" Keeping his distance, he was more aware of the sound of stone grinding against stone coming from up above. This didn't seem like a good series of events, but maybe this page might have something more useful than a flower to fight if something was, in fact, following them both. "I was heading towards the other side of town to look for something in one of the twenty-four-hour pharmacies." Lying slightly since he didn't really know this person, or if they would try following him home. Either way, he would call Angel or at least text him to keep an eye out for this person, just in case they started to stick around either the shop or his home.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2025 6:54 am
"Follow?" His voice was just an octave too high, incredulous that someone would think Undine was just out here leading enemies around in the direction of other Knights (it was only kind of true that he was barely functional as a Page; this stranger didn't need to know that). "No," he snapped. "There was a Youma. I dusted it. Just-" He slung his hands down, gesturing to his muddy uniform and unkempt hair. "Not without casualties..." It would clean itself the second he was out of it. His hair and his bruises would take longer to mend.
Although he had intended to be friendly, the night had already taxed him enough, and Undine had never been that great at putting on airs. No one could expect him to keep up this facade when he was tired- and the Ida Page was accusatory.
"I'm fine," enough. Fine enough. "Just going home to get out of these atrocious wet clothes and-" And take a shower, but a warning hitch in his throat almost felt like he was about to cry about it- Dirty, wet, tired, mildly injured- But of course he wasn't going to ******** break down here on the street when he would be home in twenty minutes, anyway, and that s**t was supposed to be private. He swallowed, dropped his tone. "Going home," Undine insisted more forcefully. "That way."
"Do you want someone to walk with you a little ways?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2025 12:06 pm
Jumping slightly at the sharpness of the other's words, he didn't like the sound of youma following or anything else popping up after the less-than-pleasant season it had been so far. Nothing else seemed to stir around either of them at least, something that made him feel at least slightly more at ease. But noticing things as they spoke, he rubbed at his arm and looked down a bit. "Alright, probably better than getting caught by something." Now that it seemed like neither of them was really keen on dealing with youma or whatever else might pop up. "I have this if you need it?" Shifting slightly, he pulled one of the small first aid kits out of his subspace before offering it over to them. Taking slow steps closer to not startle them or have them change their mind about things, he tried to relax a little since nothing else seemed to be around at the moment.
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