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isolaradiale · 7 years ago
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Hello! Applying Riful of the West from Claymore! The application is under /app! I look forward to some fun roleplays!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Riful!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 218.
You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!
– mod altair.
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aeternumignis-blog · 8 years ago
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A whistle rose from behind the girl, a white creature having fallen prey to her blade. The Assassin Nobody, having been scouting for him, fell to the sword, dissipating into the wind like dust scattering. He had no concerns about the Nobody dying, it was just a servant of sorts to him. Axel was just using them to scout out the city and get a feel for what they were seeing. It wasn’t as though he felt the pain they were feeling. That would be awful. Hands came together a few times in a slow clap before leather-clad hands found their way to his hips, eyes watching her for a moment.
“That was an impressive show of force!” Not really, it didn’t take much to defeat the small Nobodies. “Judging by your sword...I’m gonna guess you’re of the Saber class. Is that right?”
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mementobellum-blog · 8 years ago
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"Who’s there?”
A trash can tips over and rattles against the ground. He swears under his breath as a raccoon scampers past his feet, brushing against his pant leg. He should know better than to venture into an unknown part of town like this but curiosity has always been a temptress. Besides, he can justify almost anything when wording it as a means of protecting his Master. The more he knows, the more he can call upon, the better his chances of surviving in this unknown city.
Nannying for small children invites little more than exhaustion and ear worms. No one can expect him, a warrior-prince, to make a smooth transition towards the mundane. You can’t reinvent your lifestyle overnight. So yeah, the unnecessary reconnaissance fills a certain void in his new life. Even if he’s a little spooked right now.
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fatestainlens-blog · 8 years ago
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Hello, future bad person here. Applying pre-canon Riful from Claymore. The application is under /app
Welcome, Riful!
Your will be assigned a temporary A.I. master for the time being.
We hope that you and your master can get along!
–Doge mod
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lucktobeirish · 8 years ago
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Strange Little Girl, Where Are You Going?
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“A bit to the left, and... there.” 
 Cáel hoped the landlord— if there even was a landlord, that is— didn't mind him carving runes onto his door. It was only a precaution, after all, and they certainly weren’t permanent, or anything silly like that. He could call them off any time he’d like.
Would he? 
...Well, that's a very different question, now is it?
He stepped back to admire his work. A circle of intricate shimmering orange runes burned on the door’s grainy and flimsy wood, interlacing with each other to weave his desires into the very fabric of the door, then, as if touched by a soft breeze, simply... dying away. 
Just another ordinary door. Cáel, of course, knew better, smirking at the faint ghostly image that still lingered on thr wood.
It was a simple abjuration, quite easy to visualize, you see, even for a amatuer like himself — just imagine everyone except yourself (and servant, he supposed, though he might need to place a conditional geas for that one) being pushed out.
Magic was a rather imprecise science, really, when you thought about it that way. 
He didn't know if it could stop the kind of people that lurked in this city— well, actually he did, and the answer was a very solid no— but, at the very least, it could buy him some time, and that time could make all the difference in the world.
“Alright,” Cáel murmured, turning towards the sliding door to the porch. "Now, the porch...” He didn't know why they put a porch in this room, now that he thought about it. The only thing it overlooked was a scenic alleyway. How charming.
 Cáel slid the door open, then froze. 
Something was moving on the roof across from him.
Stepping back, he squinted, and then sighed, feeling rather silly.
That ‘something’ was a young girl, no older than fourteen, from the looks of it, sitting on the roof’s edge. 
...But, there was a golden radiance about her, far too regal, too strong, for someone of her age, and— and what? It flickered just out of his sight, a darkness, as black as oil, dripping with contempt, but— what was it? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure it had been there at all. 
Maybe it was just the dark. 
Maybe he was just seeing things.
He didn't usually see things.
Guarded, but not so guarded— powerful or not, she was still just a girl, after all, and he at least felt very certain about that— Cáel stepped out onto the porch and leaned over the railing, looking up at her. “Seems a little late to be having an adventure, don't you think?”
Dangerous, maybe, but even dangerous children were still children. They held no hate in their heart. Not yet, at least.
...He hoped.
“Stargazing, maybe?” He added with a smile, craning his neck to see if any were out tonight. Not a one. Hm, reminded him of home — too much of home. 
“Bit too smoggy for that, I’m afraid.”
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fatesxng-blog · 8 years ago
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 Appearances weren’t everything on a battlefield to most. In fact, many would argue that it was more than foolish to place looks above suitable weaponry and armor.
 Phyr’ssyn was more than slightly inclined to disagree with that rhetoric, however. On and off the battlefield, ones looks were very important. As such, seeing such a young girl dressed in such drab looking clothing nearly brought a tear to her eye.
 Crossing her arms, she looked the girl over, shaking her head with a slight frown. She took in the sight, examining everything from the girls shoes, if they could be called that, to the spot of dirt on her cheek.
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                    “Dear girl, it’s fine to carry a sword, but have you                      considered a different form of dress? Or perhaps                      a brush?”
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visceraetcircenses-blog · 7 years ago
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Something wicked, this way comes.  Or rather, somebody annoying. Roma’s unfortanate victim of the day was going to feel something far worse than the pricking of thumbs. She had been taking a break from her dedicated nursing of Sou-chan (she was sure he would not die, and if he did die left alone for a few hours that would be pretty funny at least) to go in search of something interesting again. 
She was going back and forth between whether she wanted dinner or a show, dinner or a show. However, when soemthing tickled her nose, a scent she recognized and yet did not at the same time she decided on a show.
Which is why suddenly in front of Riful, a clown had shown up to bother her. A girl in tights with stars on them, and a mask with large eyes that made her look like a cartoon character suddenly appeared in front of her. She finally settled in one spot, tilting her head at an eerie angle. 
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“Whoa! Who are you stranger? You really stink. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to shower?” 
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