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- I'm a massive fan of any genre that puts my characters in a fish out of the water scenario. This can be time travel, isekai, or even an epic journey type of story. If it's in an anime style, you've got my full and undivided attention.
I'm generally game with most fantasy genres, although my preference is skewed towards high fantasy and historical fantasy. Also, steampunk. Depending on the type of roleplay, modern and sci-fi roleplays are good with me as well. In terms of settings for historical roleplays, I love seeing stories set in the Roman republic or empire, the age of sail, the Victorian era, WWI, WWII, the Cold War, and the early information era, although I might tend to play fast and loose with some historical accuracy in favor of plots and characters.
Naturally though, if the plot's awesome enough, the genre probably won't matter too much!
No response.
That answer, or the lack thereof, was something that bothered Iphie. Honestly, there were only three plausible conclusions that they not give an answer. One being they were wholly arrogant to the point that they could not conceive of their own downfall. Two, that they were arrogant, but had a yet-to-be-seen defense to back them up, or three, they foolishly underestimated her judgment and offensive capabilities. Or, perhaps, as it was more likely, a combination of all three. It was a wonder how she ever got along with them all. The fourth was that she royally fucked up the frequencies which she was communicating on, but that was something reserved for amateur hour.
Regardless, these conclusions did little to deter her from her resolution, and the purple-haired executed fired away with great prejudice, because fuck them and their invisible helicopter. She fired and fired, even through the disruptive 'help' that Kyouko had given in the form of crashing an airplane into the skyscraper they stood on. Scrambling a bit for a footing at the resulting explosions, many of her shots went wide, completely missing their mark. Only after a few valuable seconds was she able to readjust, finally hitting her mark with a visible flash.
Iphie was about to close in for the kill when her entire line of fire was disrupted. The entire sky seemed to be blanked out, and even she had to stop her attack to see what the hell was blotting out the night sky. Up above them was what appeared to be massive airship, of some featureless form. Had it been identifiable to her, she probably would have blasted away at the thing too for interfering, but she was completely in the dark about the origins of the thing or the heat it was packing. While it was flat on the top like an aircraft carrier, for all she knew, it had an orbital-grade laser that could vaporize their entire building at the moment, so she wasn't going to push her luck. That didn't mean she wasn't livid, however; she was confident that one more well-placed shot would have destroyed the Thremonts' escape vehicle and given Iphie her comeuppance. Breathing in deeply, she glared daggers into the back of the vessel as the massive aircarrier-like ship roared away. Noting the absence of flaming helicopter and the lack of VTOL swarms after it left, she was fairly sure it was something that the Thremonts had cooked up in secret.
Clenching her fists in restrained anger, she finally returned her attention to her immediate surroundings. It seemed, in the short while that she had focused on the air, the entire landscape had literally changed. Much of the roof was a smoldering ruin, and almost all of the black suits were dead or dying. This scale of destruction caught her off-guard enough that it dissipated some of her pent-up rage, leading her to mutter "Good lord, what happened here?" under her breath. It was about this time that Iphie's call was finally answered by Kyouko. Refraining from telling her new teammate to go fuck herself, she simply dropped the call instead, watching the two other girls circle around the penthouse, surveying the damage.
Tian took it to himself to rescue the downed thugs, leaving Iphigenia alone on the crippled deck, where she was approached by a turncoat blackcoat. He was an older looking man, but his words offered nothing useful to her. Interestingly though, he clearly knew that they were the Final Five and he wasn't hostile. Evidently, he had something interesting to say. Taking the cautious approach, she eyed the man as she replaced her phone into its pocket.
"And… you are?"
Taking one eye off him after saying this, she shot back down to Tian. "No promises. I'm actually rather pissed."
That answer, or the lack thereof, was something that bothered Iphie. Honestly, there were only three plausible conclusions that they not give an answer. One being they were wholly arrogant to the point that they could not conceive of their own downfall. Two, that they were arrogant, but had a yet-to-be-seen defense to back them up, or three, they foolishly underestimated her judgment and offensive capabilities. Or, perhaps, as it was more likely, a combination of all three. It was a wonder how she ever got along with them all. The fourth was that she royally fucked up the frequencies which she was communicating on, but that was something reserved for amateur hour.
Regardless, these conclusions did little to deter her from her resolution, and the purple-haired executed fired away with great prejudice, because fuck them and their invisible helicopter. She fired and fired, even through the disruptive 'help' that Kyouko had given in the form of crashing an airplane into the skyscraper they stood on. Scrambling a bit for a footing at the resulting explosions, many of her shots went wide, completely missing their mark. Only after a few valuable seconds was she able to readjust, finally hitting her mark with a visible flash.
Iphie was about to close in for the kill when her entire line of fire was disrupted. The entire sky seemed to be blanked out, and even she had to stop her attack to see what the hell was blotting out the night sky. Up above them was what appeared to be massive airship, of some featureless form. Had it been identifiable to her, she probably would have blasted away at the thing too for interfering, but she was completely in the dark about the origins of the thing or the heat it was packing. While it was flat on the top like an aircraft carrier, for all she knew, it had an orbital-grade laser that could vaporize their entire building at the moment, so she wasn't going to push her luck. That didn't mean she wasn't livid, however; she was confident that one more well-placed shot would have destroyed the Thremonts' escape vehicle and given Iphie her comeuppance. Breathing in deeply, she glared daggers into the back of the vessel as the massive aircarrier-like ship roared away. Noting the absence of flaming helicopter and the lack of VTOL swarms after it left, she was fairly sure it was something that the Thremonts had cooked up in secret.
Clenching her fists in restrained anger, she finally returned her attention to her immediate surroundings. It seemed, in the short while that she had focused on the air, the entire landscape had literally changed. Much of the roof was a smoldering ruin, and almost all of the black suits were dead or dying. This scale of destruction caught her off-guard enough that it dissipated some of her pent-up rage, leading her to mutter "Good lord, what happened here?" under her breath. It was about this time that Iphie's call was finally answered by Kyouko. Refraining from telling her new teammate to go fuck herself, she simply dropped the call instead, watching the two other girls circle around the penthouse, surveying the damage.
Tian took it to himself to rescue the downed thugs, leaving Iphigenia alone on the crippled deck, where she was approached by a turncoat blackcoat. He was an older looking man, but his words offered nothing useful to her. Interestingly though, he clearly knew that they were the Final Five and he wasn't hostile. Evidently, he had something interesting to say. Taking the cautious approach, she eyed the man as she replaced her phone into its pocket.
"And… you are?"
Taking one eye off him after saying this, she shot back down to Tian. "No promises. I'm actually rather pissed."
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