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Entry tags:
- !intro,
- !job,
- allelujah haptism (mobile suit gundam 00,
- anakin skywalker (star wars),
- artoria pendragon (fate/),
- bolin (legend of korra),
- captain phasma (star wars),
- caren ortensia (fate/),
- cirno (touhou project),
- ema skye (ace attorney),
- gareki (karneval),
- gilbert nightray (pandora hearts),
- gilgamesh (fate/),
- jae-ha (akatsuki no yona),
- jiroutachi (touken ranbu),
- josuke higashikata (jjba),
- juzumaru tsunetsugu (touken ranbu),
- kaede (elfen lied),
- kaito kuroba (dcmk),
- kasen kanesada (touken ranbu),
- kija (akatsuki no yona),
- kojirou sasaki (fate/),
- lola pacini (degrassi),
- lord light (original character),
- minato arisato (persona),
- misaki yata (k),
- namazuo toushirou (touken ranbu),
- natasha romanova (avengers academy),
- noir (letter bee),
- nora (nora),
- one (drakengard 3),
- professor weissman (trials in the sky),
- setsuna f. seiei (mobile suit gundam 00),
- shin-ah (akatsuki no yona),
- shinoa hiiragi (owari no seraph),
- shunsui kyouraku (bleach),
- sion astal (lolheroes),
- slaine troyard (aldnoah.zero),
- sorey (tales of zestiria),
- taiwan (axis powers hetalia),
- tieria erde (mobile suit gundam 00),
- vivienne stanbury (bloodborne),
- wukong (league of legends),
- yoon (akatsuki no yona)
intro ♚ april
We’ve all had those dreams: you wake up on a table, to blurry, ominous images and the certainty that you are absolutely buck-naked in a room full of strangers. This is not quite it.
Instead, you come awake to the sun on your face. The soft burble of water nearby. The hustle and bustle of a busy street and the faint, fortifying smell of bread. You open your eyes and there’s no one there at your bedside, but there is what appears to be the end of the world happening just beyond your window.
There’s a crack in the world across the sky, the “sun” is the totally unnatural light spilling from that crack straight into your eyes, and someone’s left a neatly pressed and folded uniform at the foot of the bed that isn’t yours. Somewhere in the room, there’s a strange clatter like beads, the click of claws on the floor.
Something’s in here with you.
Also, you are naked.
Instead, you come awake to the sun on your face. The soft burble of water nearby. The hustle and bustle of a busy street and the faint, fortifying smell of bread. You open your eyes and there’s no one there at your bedside, but there is what appears to be the end of the world happening just beyond your window.
There’s a crack in the world across the sky, the “sun” is the totally unnatural light spilling from that crack straight into your eyes, and someone’s left a neatly pressed and folded uniform at the foot of the bed that isn’t yours. Somewhere in the room, there’s a strange clatter like beads, the click of claws on the floor.
Something’s in here with you.
Also, you are naked.
ONE ♟ CAPABLANCA & AIRY
As much as Blanc’s capital welcomes its Heroes, new arrivals such as yourself won’t have much time to settle. Get dressed and pick up your weapon and Carrier, because sometime in the afternoon, all floor nannies and Carriers will broadcast an announcement by Commander Lisbrand. She delivers a brief greeting to their new members, but gets straight to the point: they will be headed for Capablanca and the open sea beyond, in order to restore the fortress of Graupera for battle with Noir looming on the horizon. All new Heroes are expected to report to the Airy at the Caissa aeroport on the 8th along with their seniors.
On the morning of the 11th, Airy alights on Graupera, an island about two hours away from Capablanca by ferry. From here, you can either help the navy with Graupera repairs or assist in Verdoni’s investigations and head for Capablanca proper. Heroes will be staying in the (in)famous Hotel Caruana: they say you can check in anytime you like, but you can never truly leave. Nobody will quite meet your eyes or tell you what it means.
Wherever you are, the Airy will remain parked at Graupera.
On the morning of the 11th, Airy alights on Graupera, an island about two hours away from Capablanca by ferry. From here, you can either help the navy with Graupera repairs or assist in Verdoni’s investigations and head for Capablanca proper. Heroes will be staying in the (in)famous Hotel Caruana: they say you can check in anytime you like, but you can never truly leave. Nobody will quite meet your eyes or tell you what it means.
Wherever you are, the Airy will remain parked at Graupera.
TWO ♟ GRAUPERA, CAPABLANCA SEA FORT
What was once a heavily fortified island rests a ways off the coast of Capablanca; it looks a little too much like one of the thunderclouds slowly swarming on the horizon. Graupera has seen many battles and withstood the ebb and flow of wars. Formerly the city’s first line of defense until it was abandoned after the Reclamation, its dilapidated condition is the current bane of the Blanc navy. Blanc needs to bring it back to its former glory before it can face a single warship, much less Noir’s fleet of magical cannons. Blanc’s government has no doubt Heroes will do a fine job at returning the fortress to its former glory!
A ♙ The great stone and iron wall facing the wide open ocean has seen better days and is full of holes overgrown with stubborn clinging vines; cannonballs used a lifetime ago litter the grounds. The vines are extremely thick and may tangle the careless beyond hope of escape, not to mention filled with a pungent sap that will seep into your clothes and hair for days. It makes a great adhesive, though? Conveniently, parts of the wall are strewn across the floor, so at least some of the cannon holes can be repaired with enough improvisation, desperation and a bit of spit. The rest need new material provided by our helpful Heroes in Option C. Furthermore, the lingering damage from a previous attack and old age have turned the floorboards weak and unstable. The wood creaks ominously beneath the mass of even a single average-sized person, so watch your step.
B ♟ You might want to get your weapon before you descend into the dank depths beneath the castle. Once you make it down the steep, slippery stairs, you’ll be meeting the gigantic, hostile rats that infest the castle cellar from top to bottom. It looks like magical residue from long-ago battles has seeped into both the foundation and its inhabitants. The cellars have become a huge warren filled with strange mana currents, and sometimes flooded with water. If you're going to start an extermination campaign, you may want to recall the magical residue: chopping off a rat’s head and limbs will barely slow it down. It will keep going for hours unless you either lop off all its limbs or pierce its heart.
If you manage to make it all the way up into the castle’s two intact towers (the other two are half-collapsed), the uppermost levels are utterly covered in bird crap. You’ll be encountering the kings of this castle: the unusually large, grey-feathered sea birds that have taken up residence here. Albatrosses, gulls, pelicans, even sand pipers: they all share nesting and pooping space here. The feathers of each bird seem to have taken on stone-like properties not unlike the castle’s walls. They’re extremely ferocious and protective of their nests, which are filled with all kinds of things: twigs, shiny things, coin money, Option C’s supplies, feathers of all kinds, and some completely ordinary tools that seem too small for human hands, and much older than anything else in the place save for the walls. If you look closely, you might be able to see a few baby rats scattered in amongst the eggs and the peeping chicks. They’re being fed, too.
You’re meant to be moving the birds out of the place, but you might have enough trouble just moving their offal.
C ♙ Don’t feel like dealing with pest control? No problem! Blanc will need materials for rebuilding and other supplies for the coming battle! Everyone knows how important it is for the fortress to remain standing, so Heroes will be provided with gadgets and weaponry that should make it difficult for enemies to penetrate the walls yet again. Word has spread that the Heroes are transporting valuable goods, though, so you might have to fend off the occasional hopeful man or annoying mouse (rat) who wishes to borrow much-needed material.
Of course, all this rebuilding will be for naught if you are not prepared to defend the stronghold! Ammunition such as cannonballs, bullets and arrows needs to be transported to Graupera en masse, pronto. Equally important essentials include first aid supplies and enough non-perishable food and water to last a small army (you) a month or two. You wouldn’t want to have to scavenge for rat meat.
No one knows just how long this battle is going to last.
A ♙ The great stone and iron wall facing the wide open ocean has seen better days and is full of holes overgrown with stubborn clinging vines; cannonballs used a lifetime ago litter the grounds. The vines are extremely thick and may tangle the careless beyond hope of escape, not to mention filled with a pungent sap that will seep into your clothes and hair for days. It makes a great adhesive, though? Conveniently, parts of the wall are strewn across the floor, so at least some of the cannon holes can be repaired with enough improvisation, desperation and a bit of spit. The rest need new material provided by our helpful Heroes in Option C. Furthermore, the lingering damage from a previous attack and old age have turned the floorboards weak and unstable. The wood creaks ominously beneath the mass of even a single average-sized person, so watch your step.
B ♟ You might want to get your weapon before you descend into the dank depths beneath the castle. Once you make it down the steep, slippery stairs, you’ll be meeting the gigantic, hostile rats that infest the castle cellar from top to bottom. It looks like magical residue from long-ago battles has seeped into both the foundation and its inhabitants. The cellars have become a huge warren filled with strange mana currents, and sometimes flooded with water. If you're going to start an extermination campaign, you may want to recall the magical residue: chopping off a rat’s head and limbs will barely slow it down. It will keep going for hours unless you either lop off all its limbs or pierce its heart.
If you manage to make it all the way up into the castle’s two intact towers (the other two are half-collapsed), the uppermost levels are utterly covered in bird crap. You’ll be encountering the kings of this castle: the unusually large, grey-feathered sea birds that have taken up residence here. Albatrosses, gulls, pelicans, even sand pipers: they all share nesting and pooping space here. The feathers of each bird seem to have taken on stone-like properties not unlike the castle’s walls. They’re extremely ferocious and protective of their nests, which are filled with all kinds of things: twigs, shiny things, coin money, Option C’s supplies, feathers of all kinds, and some completely ordinary tools that seem too small for human hands, and much older than anything else in the place save for the walls. If you look closely, you might be able to see a few baby rats scattered in amongst the eggs and the peeping chicks. They’re being fed, too.
You’re meant to be moving the birds out of the place, but you might have enough trouble just moving their offal.
C ♙ Don’t feel like dealing with pest control? No problem! Blanc will need materials for rebuilding and other supplies for the coming battle! Everyone knows how important it is for the fortress to remain standing, so Heroes will be provided with gadgets and weaponry that should make it difficult for enemies to penetrate the walls yet again. Word has spread that the Heroes are transporting valuable goods, though, so you might have to fend off the occasional hopeful man or annoying mouse (rat) who wishes to borrow much-needed material.
Of course, all this rebuilding will be for naught if you are not prepared to defend the stronghold! Ammunition such as cannonballs, bullets and arrows needs to be transported to Graupera en masse, pronto. Equally important essentials include first aid supplies and enough non-perishable food and water to last a small army (you) a month or two. You wouldn’t want to have to scavenge for rat meat.
No one knows just how long this battle is going to last.
THREE ♟ Training
It’s time for you landlubbers to learn how to swim! Commander Lisbrand won’t be tolerating any sinking stones on her task force. The upcoming battle will be fought on the sea so your instructor, one of Blanc’s many fine captains (when she isn’t intoxicated), will make every single individual who hesitates at the sight of the open ocean walk the plank. She’ll even give you a helpful kick if necessary! Once that’s over, she will show you how to steer a ship. However, wandering eyes that land anywhere on the inebriated captain’s assets will be swiftly and spectacularly dealt a large bottle of the harbor’s best swill right where it hurts.
Blanc has also provided training dummies dressed suspiciously like prominent figures of the Othellian underworld. Now might be a good time to branch out and learn about your affinities. Heroes who have recently been promoted in Rank might want to set some time aside for getting used to their new abilities, too. Power and responsibility come hand in hand, after all!
Blanc has also provided training dummies dressed suspiciously like prominent figures of the Othellian underworld. Now might be a good time to branch out and learn about your affinities. Heroes who have recently been promoted in Rank might want to set some time aside for getting used to their new abilities, too. Power and responsibility come hand in hand, after all!
INFO ♟ Welcome!
Welcome to Crosscheck's April intro log! For any further questions, please see the FAQ or reach us at the Contact Us page. Have fun!
HALL OF GLORY
K106
Oh dear. This isn't where he was before. Shifting a little, he pushes some hair from his face but it's still hard to tell if this is man or woman yet because he hasn't bothered to uncurl or anything.
Wait.
WAIT.
Jiroutachi suddenly sits up quickly and tosses blankets aside. Yes, he's extremely naked but he doesn't care as he reveals he's also very tall as he gets up and looks around for something before flopping on his naked ass on the floor.]
It's gone!
[Distressed sword is so distressed.]
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K110 - Will match replies.
She looked around the room a few moments trying to figure out where she was... and then she figured out the second most glaringly obvious problem. With the most undignified little squeak she pulled the blankets back over her because she realized she was very, very naked. She wished she drank, if she drank this whole situation would make a lot more sense.
K109 & neighbors?
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K 205 + Surrounding Area
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Caren Ortensia | Fate/
[She wasn't sure what she had been expecting. But this was...not what she thought. Waking up in a bed naked was one thing; being told to grab a weapon and a carrier (a snake? Why a snake that liked to hiss and fuss all over her shoulders) was another. She had nothing to pack, but found herself gently ushered off onto Airy. It was white.
She hated it purely because of its color. It made her stand out more; she wanted to take a wrench and destroy it. So she tried to spend most of her time out on the sky dome, watching the birds if not feeding them herself. She was fond of looking out the glass windows, and seeing the birds fly by.
It was that, or honing her mind and her body. There, at least, she could at least get used to using her weapon, and figuring out what it could do-and what she could do to make it better.
It seemed she really only returned to her room to sleep on sufferance. There was too much to do, even if she had no interest in luxuries or gambling. Besides, she had no money to gamble away.]
2-A
[...this. Was. Mortifying.
Here she had been, trying to haul away stones like a good worker ant. Normally, she was fine; there was no problem at all with her going around, and collecting things. She was rather nimble, able to avoid most of the sap. But her nimble fingers had been her undoing. She had been yanking on a vine, and when she had pulled it free...
Caren had stumbled backwards, and onto her back end. It hurt her pride being caught like that but what was worse....
...was later, when she went back at it, had it happen again, only this time, her foot broke through a weak (or perhaps rotten? piece of floor.
....she tried to get it out but...it seemed God was having his joke. She couldn't pull her foot out.]
Of all things....
[She tugs again, and hisses. NOPE. IT AIN'T COMIN OUT WITHOUT HELP.]
2-b
[This was a chumps job. No, really, it was. She, being new and a pawn, had the fun job of dealing with the rats. The problem? While she did and could handle her Sinner's shawl, and had figured out how to use it but...she could only inflict blunt force trauma. She had yet to figure out (if it were possible) to cut anything with cloth.
So Caren is breathing and shaking, after what might have been hours flicking a red cloth like a whip, causing it to squeal in pain but...Caren snarled, clearly frustrated.]
Why won't you die already!
3 (a)
It hadn't been so bad. She had known how to swim, and quite enjoyed watching others get punted into the water. The more interesting part had been figuring out how to steer a ship. Somehow, it had never come up in her education. Caren's face was flush with real pleasure as she had considerable control over the ship itself. But...she had to wonder.
If we're doing this...how will we know how to, or when to, fire the other ships?
[Other ships. Not enemy ships. There was a notable difference.]
3 (b)
Affinities...?
[Caren frowned in displeasure; she disliked being so ignorant. It wasn't her fault, not truly; she just wasn't used to the idea of knowing how to use magic. While there had been others that she had known who could use it, she had lacked the ability.
But spotting someone, her eyes fell upon them. Ah. They could help. She made a sharp gesture, motioning them closer.]
Will you teach me how to find out what my affinities are? I don't want to waste my time or others by fruitlessly trying one thing after another.
[She'd rather concentrate on her efforts on being productive. That was simply how she was.]
3 (c)
Her breath was coming heavy, and there was a trickle of sweat coming down from her cheek. It seemed that Caren, like it or no, was working herself hard today. And it was not simply for pleasure. Oh no; there was a reason to this, as there was a reason for nearly everything.
The nun was practicing in the training yard, wearing the bare minimum of the uniform. While it was nice, it was simply too much in the way. And there were things that she had to take care of, especially if she was to use her new weapon well. The sinner's shawl. It was truly a fitting piece. But it was only used from time to time, and not often. More likely, it was warmed by the sun, and had her carrier, the snake given to her, curled up in its folds and taken in the remains of her body heat.
For Caren was trying out a variety of weapons that she had taken up for practice. One after the other, after the other.
There was the whip, which she tried using over hand and side flicks, making an X pattern, over and over, either at someone invisible or at a practice dummy. A mace was used more carefully against a practice dummy, with flicks of her wrist. Unlike the whip, she was obviously feeling the mace out, seeing how it felt in her hand. One, two, three, four, five flicks using her elbow and the power of her hips to strike at the dummy. There was fighting with a shield too, a small round one, though what she was doing with this was far less obvious. That seemed mostly a series of standing and pushing out the shield on her arm, or on her hand, without trying to move from her stance.
And there was a series of punches and kicks as well, against the dummy and shadow boxing. If interrupted or spied upon, Caren would pause and over a cool glance at the person.]
If you have time to watch, you have time to practice with me.
[And it looked as if she would not take no for an answer.
2a
But it was time to establish a new identity, here in this place where nobody knew him. Time to be helpful while he gets his bearings and finds out more about this place, about the war. Let them see a well-meaning, smiling 'hero', for now. Someone who was happy to make friends. (And if by some chance, those who did know him happened to come here, well...he would probably need the buffer.)
So what better work to do than to clean? He's no slouch at it - archaeology required physical prowess, after all - but in the middle of tugging at a particularly stubborn weed and wondering if he should use his staff for such a menial task, he hears the sounds of someone in trouble.
He carefully pokes his way over. ] My, it appears you're in a bit of trouble.
Do you require assistance..? [ He's shifting a little to keep a steady footing and not end up like Caren, watching her in concern. (Trying to get a measure of her personality.) ]
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2a, yeah, hey, sup
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Jiroutachi | Touken Ranbu | OTA
[The Airy has greatly improved Jiroutachi's mood with the bars available and he's happily toasted again. Humming, he decides to head off to avoid assisting in repairs. You see, that is faaaar more likely to sober him up and he just can't have that! Which is why he's now heading off to go somewhere more interesting and see if he can listen in on anything that will get him some money. Because money means alcohol! Perhaps he might not be a genius (even if he's smarter than he acts) but he can put two and two together!
Which means he's now wandering about in the entertainment area with a drink in hand to listen in on things. It's amazing who will talk when a drunk is around. Believe it or not, he's actually a good partner to have for blending in because who will look twice at the very tall and pretty man when he's clearly so very drunk? No one!
And that's why he bumps into someone and even leans on them a bit.]
Whoops! Clumsy meeeee.
[Two - B]
[What is a terrible place to use an oodachi and be tall? Smaller places! Where is someone who is tall with an oodachi for a weapon? If you guessed the halls and stairs and cellar of this place then you guessed correctly. And he's so miserable the whole time too. Not only is it difficult to maneuver but he's having to do far too much activity for his tastes. Annoyed, he huffs as he beheads another rodent while he works his way toward the towers.]
They want us to do all of this?
[Huffing, he looks back as he realizes someone else is there.]
Do you have a smaller weapon to use? [A pause and then a cheerful smile.] Or alcohol?
[Three]
[The thing Jiroutachi should be doing? Practicing magic or using his sword's ability. What he's doing instead? Why, he's sitting there with his carrier enjoying what looks like a bottle of wine that's he's brought along here. He's not the least bit bothered by the sea so it seems that he's been looked over for that part. It also helps that he hasn't looked at her assets either, not having been the slightest bit interested in them.]
Ahhhh! This is delicious!
[Okay it's not sake but it's still good. And that's why he looks at the nearest person to where he's seated.]
Take a break and enjoy some wine with me!
[Wildcard]
[Make your own prompt! I will happily follow along!]
2B
Jirou-san? Ah, I'd lend you mine, but it's kind of hard to hold...
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One, because how could I not? These two drunken fools deserve each other!
omg you have no idea how happy you have made me with what this cr can be
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three, comes in late with starbucks
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Lola Pacini | Degrassi | OTA - Will Match Styles
Lola spent most of the trip going from shop to shop trying to find all the essentials to her new life here. She needed a purse that matched her little little kangaroo rat friend. Whom she calls Julio after her poor missing phone. Julio was busy chewing on the edges of the little pink clutch she found to keep him in.
Fabric and accessories to make her uniform match her hair, naturally, was next. And socks to match the cute white boots that are apparently her weapon. They were pretty but she wished the heel was a bit higher on them. She'd now need to be extra careful making sure her clothes go with her shoes, instead of picking shoes with each outfit.
Naturally, of course, Lola's gotten lost more than she's found while wandering the ship. So she frequently is asking for directions to get everywhere.
Training
Lola was already an excellent swimmer, summers by the pool were a standard for her. So Lola's time training was more about these new boots of hers. If you notice Lola's sporting quite a bit of bruises? That's because she's gotten pretty good at the jumping thing.
She's still figuring out how to land. You would think landing would be easy, it isn't. She can't control how high she goes, when she jumps it ends up at an angle and she end up crashing into a roll. It's a really fun ride and she's laughing on the way up... maybe someone should give her some advice about not crashing.
Before her hair needs to be dyed purple to match the bruises.
Capablanca Beach
Lola is totally investigating. That's what she's doing, entirely. There are no ulterior motives and she definitely isn't limiting this investigating to cute boys without shirts. ...it isn't cheating if you've been kidnapped and conscripted as a soldier, right? Lola's boots (which she still can't use right) are tied together and slung over her shoulder. And while she's wearing her uniform, she has on a new bikini underneath it.
What harm will a few hours of hooky and pizza do? Care to join her?
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Dust winced at the crashing landing, one hand reflexively held up as if to protect himself, but as soon as he recovered he hurried over to her side, dropping to a knee to check on her.
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Kojirou/Assassin | Fate/
[ Assassin steps over a pile of bird poop lightly. He doesn't have that many pairs of sandals to spare, he doesn't want to have to buy more if he can at all help it. ]
Somebody told me there were swift birds on top of these towers. I see why I'm needed.
[ He looks at the pair of swords hanging from his waist. An ordinary-sized longsword he took off the corpse of one of the lizardmen from the dungeon, and a longer wooden sword that's his magic weapon. In this case... ]
These are just uglier swallows. No, perhaps not even as dangerous. Shall we?
[ The steel sword is drawn from its sheath. The Laundry Pole is probably more useful here, but that's exactly why he's starting with the weaker weapon. He can't get too reliant on its magic powers. ]
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[ Training. Kojirou always has time for training. The world here doesn't work like the one he's used to, and not being able to use the Tsubame Gaeshi bothers him more than he cares to admit. So given the opportunity to have a bunch of targets to whack at, he's going to take it.
But honestly... He has nothing against drills. He's very good at repetition. It's a good path to mastery. But it's very distracting when he's much better than almost everyone else here.
Right! Time to go annoy people. ]
Your swordplay...
[ He sneaks up to somebody practising, stroking his chin, clearly unimpressed. Almost exaggeratedly so. ]
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[Even Dust knows he's clunky, at the moment, because he's experimenting -- trying to test the limits of what he can do with his sword while it's actually effective, thanks to the power of his staff. Which means a lot of switching between the two, trying to figure out the length and scope of the effect, and not a lot of effective fighting at all.]
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2b ) I think we're roommates, friend!
We are! I just realise I never filled the Housing form, whoops
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artoria pendragon (saber), fate/
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[Okay, Dust is getting used to this whole 'team fighting' thing and relying on others, but to have someone just say something like that point blank... he's not sure what to think. Or to say.]
Right. Well. [Awkward.] Do you know the abilities of your weapon, then?
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Yukari Takeba | Persona
She wants to get out and enjoy the beach, but the good mood is more or less ruined by the impending threat. Yeah... there's something terrible about to happen. Oh well. She's just going to walk along the beach - alone - and enjoy the sights for now.]
[2B: Caw Caw, Motherfuckers] [The birds seem a little nervous about the eagle soaring high above their roost, and they flutter about, as though trying to decide when to go up and try to attack it in turn.
At least until an arrow flies through the middle of them, followed by a tailwind that knocks nearly half of them from the tower - most of them take to wing and are able to recover, but the bird that was hit immediately falls like a rock through the air, and suddenly...
... Well, Yukari might be in a little over her head as all the birds turn on her.
And a little sick as she gets to the top of the tower and reels back.
She also looks a little frazzled from the fights against the rats, and there's a thick, ropy splatter of sap along her back, gluing her uniform to her back.] Ugh! God, this is awful!
[2C: Workin' 9 to 5]
[Well, she's scratched up, her shoes are covered in bird crap (and at least one splatter on her shoulder), and that sap is still slung across her back, and she looks tired, and dirty, and angry.
Soooo
Yeah. Watch out.
But she does angrily dump an armful of supplies onto a table before stalking out of the area and heading back toward the hotel.
Fuck this.]
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(Though he feels some disdain at the fact that they weren't even given proper clothing for cleaning. It seems a bit sloppy.)
He surveys the scene before him and sighs inwardly. Well, so much for the element of surprise. This girl seems to have gotten in over her head.
He unsheathes his staff, and begins to point it at targets. Birds diving at Yukari find themselves alarmingly off course, suddenly being diverted into walls, open air and basically every direction except her.
(He makes sure to keep an expression of distinctly puzzled surprise on his face, though, and his staff's movements look, to the average person, erratic. Any targeting seems to be by chance. He doesn't want to show his true level of competency just yet - better to make others think he's just lucky rather than competent.) ]
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Changing things up with 2C!
Re: Changing things up with 2C!
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Sorey - Tales of Zestiria
However, when he finds himself on the ferry, he can't help but be amazed at just that. ]
Woah! So, there's ships that sail like this, after all! This is really amazing! [ For a moment, he'll turn around and look as tough he's about to speak to someone, only to find that they're not there. His expression briefly falls before he smiles a little once more. ]
2) b. [ After flying on the Airy, he's found himself suddenly taking on.... ... rats? Back at home, he was supposed to be saving hostile creatures, not attacking them! Those who run into him on the same mission will see him backing away from said rats with a rather uneasy expression before he strikes at one. ]
H-Hey-- Can't we knock them out instead?
3) [ The unfortunate thing about training with the water is that he doesn't know how to swim. How could he? He has no experience with large areas of water. The water source at home was from somewhere he couldn't reach. So, once again, he looks rather uneasy when Commander Lisbrand insists that he walks the plank. ]
It's not as though I don't want to, but isn't there some other way to learn? [ He speaks quickly, looking around for a source of help - perhaps a way to escape or something to help him when he falls into the water. Think quickly, Sorey! ]
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Sorry friend, but these creatures aren't exactly home-friendly. We need the space for supplies, too!
[ Wukong, however, does flinch at the sight of the headless rat trying to attack him back. ]
... hey, you have a sword. Can you... you know...
[ The monkey only has a staff and a banana at his disposal, and it's tough trying to stab with a blunt object. ]
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Juzumaru Tsunetsugu | ota
[ Well an airship is certainly one way to travel. Juzumaru is positively fascinated by the scenery and peacefulness of it all. Taking in the sights quietly as he watches the world around him pass by. He opted out of repairs because honestly he's not even sure himself what many of this technology was. It was strange enough that the peacock following him wasn't real but a machine, and yet it acted so very real.
And so he'll be offering assistance in other ways such as calming weary travels or worried individuals who needed some form of peace of mind due to their current predicament. So if your character looks especially worried or frazzled you'll get one elegant looking monk coming over to them, his peacock following behind him. ]
Are you alright? Do you need something? [ Juzumaru is probably the one who should be one the opposite end, having just arrived himself, but his air of zen and calm is enough to at least get him through this. ]
It is quite a beauty journey up in the clouds, is it not?
( B: Rat Extermination / Seabird removal )
[ Upon descending into the depths of the ruined castle Juzumaru is immediately on guard and assisting where needed. Should anyone be cornered or find themselves against the wall from the rats a light, peaceful, melodious chanting will be heard and the rats themselves will calm down into something of an immobile like state, all the fight drained out of them with relative ease. Juzumaru isn't far behind as he turns to whoever is nearby. ]
It is time to finish them. Lay them to rest as they were meant to be.
[ And when they reach the top of the castle the seabirds are not immune to Juzumaru's chanting or bead effects. The ferocious birds will calm for as long as he keeps chanting, but his mana will deplete slowly and he definitely needs to make sure they have enough time to remove the supplies the birds have stole. Either way he will hang back and assist anyone who is currently beside him. ]
( C: Wildcard! )
[ make up your own scenario! Totally cool with whatever! ]
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Lifting his own cup, he gives a nod.]
A beautiful journey means a lovely drink too. [Jirou, you'll use anything as an excuse to drink.] Want some? It's tasty.
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Nora | (Mostly) OTA
[It's a fine, fine spring day in Caissa: the snow has melted, the sky has opened up in more than one way, and there's nary an inch of dry land this side of Gammon.
If you're a hapless Hero of the Republic, though, freshly arrived or freshly drenched because you had the brilliant idea to take a walk in the Hall of Glory's courtyard in the rain, you'd be running into a storm of an entirely different sort: there is what appears to be half the contents of the armory strewn about a small section of the courtyard. Lengths of rope, horse tack, muzzles, various types of collars, bear traps, bird cages... You name it, you're probably tripping over it. All have some manner of mana involved, if you've got a knack for that. These are all magical weapons, for some reason.
That's not the real spectacle here, though: quite few of the Hall staff are gathered around a corner of the place, all quite bedraggled and shouting to each other as they handle everything they keep picking up and throwing on the ground. And if you don't watch your head, you might just find yourself soundly beaned by either a piece of flying debris from the courtyard cobbles, the roof of the stables or something entirely different, long and dark.
... Also, there's a giant dog in the courtyard. Let's not forget to mention that particular detail.
Its fur is white, streaked with red in strange patterns and heavy with rain; its eyes flash like live wires in the gloom; and it absolutely towers over everything around it. If this were an actual thunderstorm, it'd probably be toast.
There's an earsplitting roar from the beast, one of the Hall staff goes flying back several feet, and even more debris starts raining on top of the double downpour you're already dealing with. That would be the dog's two tails, which are actually... giant, live, hissing snakes. It's probably why next thing you know, the remaining staff is scrambling backwards; one of them grabs your arm in desperation:]
My Hero! Please help us -- we're not equipped for this! We've brought everything you might need, just--
[They make a helpless gesture at the dog, which is now snarling and snapping at the others. They appear to be trying to either restrain or contain the dog, but there's a lot to contain (and that may be an understatement).]
2B. BEWARE: CANINE UNIT
[CRASH.
You were probably just wandering down somewhere in the ridiculous labyrinth of rat tunnels, which might as well be a sewer for how it smells and how the water sloshing around your ankles probably looks even worse in daylight. Hopefully, you brought an extra set of literally everything, including your all of you.
In the meantime: unless you caught that ominous patter of rat feet or the sound of battle beforehand, you probably didn't see it coming -- the wall up ahead exploding, that is. We hope you're real good at duck and cover, because right on the tails of that, one of the giant rats comes busting through and goes a little ways through the other wall on sheer momentum.
It's also shrieking blood murder, RIP your eardrums. But wait: somewhere in all that shrieking, there are words?!]
Would -- you -- fucking -- die already! You damn -- pest! Die! Die die die! DIE FASTER.
[If you're still around and would like to look closer (good god, why would you), you'll eventually realize that there's something -- someone -- clinging to that rat's back and being slightly crushed against the low ceiling. Said rat also has what looks like a length of something wrapped snugly around its neck and--
Well, you get the picture.
You also get another ominous sound: a rumbling from above, and little bits of the ceiling raining down. So, how far deep down in the tunnels were you? Would you survive a cave-in? Stay tuned.]
3. Gangin' Up On The Gangplank
[SPLASH.
Well, there goes the latest sucker our wonderfully sloshed captain decided wasn't fishy enough for her tastes, wailing all the way, probably. The plank is long and Captain Moonshine's patience is very, very short; that may be down to the fact that she's probably drunk everything on board at this point.
So, for a moment, there's an impasse: the Captain starts rifling through her -- assets -- for whatever she stores in there, a flask, a small wine set, possibly a magical vineyard...? And then there's the sound of stomping feet and someone shoves right up to the front of the line.
Either they're an idiot, or they're really confident in their swimming abi--]
Hey, that looks like a pretty good time! [It's an idiot. More accurately, it's Nora, completely ignoring the Captain with both hands stuck down her front to get in her face with all the enthusiasm of--] I bet I can swim better than most of these damn humans, so let me try! I can kick 'em farther!
[Whirling around, he starts looming at the rest of the unfortunate Heroes lined up at the plank leading to the ocean; he's probably eyeing them speculatively now. Yes, even you.]
X. Take A Walk On The Wild Side
[Obligatory wildcard option! Although 0.8 is closed, feel free to assume for later interaction your character would have seen Nora in dog form out in the courtyard, been beaned by passing debris when he thrashed a little too hard there, or even gotten an eyeful of teenage boy once he's forced into human form -- no clothes here, thanks Blanc.
Also up for Airy things, whacking angry birds, weapon confusion, falling through the floor, etc. etc. Bring it. ☆]
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Well until he sees someone trying to ride a rat like it's a horse. Putting a hand over his eyes like he's shielding them from the sun (which is stupid since there is no sun down here), he gives a giggle of delight. He's quite the vicious sword even if he doesn't look like.]
I don't think that's how you should ride those! You'll go smoosh-smash!
[Yes. This tall and elegant looking man just said that. Casually, he steps to the side and the bits of ceiling fall next to him instead of on him before he's just sort of skipping along stones to get closer. Wait, are his feet clean? Has he been using stones and such to do that?]
What a mess!
[He holds his hands out like he's holding reins.]
You hold them like this!
[Jirou...what.]
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taiwan | ota!
[ As far as she is from Earth, there are some things in Enprise that remind Taiwan of home. Airy for one, with its familiar aesthetic, cuisine and fauna. But before she can try Ma Jiang's version of her favorite beef noodle soup, she'll need to work hard for that colle. And what better way to earn some cash than to be surrounded by cute panda cubs? Even though the entire situation is a little far-fetched (Heroes destined to save the world? Talking pandas?), Taiwan seems to be taking it in stride. At the panda nursery, she claps her hands to catch everyone's attention. ]
Okay cubs, gather 'round! It's one o' clock. Do you know what that means? Yeah, it's story time! My friend and I will be telling you a really exciting story today, so make sure you pay attention, okay?
[ The panda cubs are really excited! One panda even runs to her and sits in her lap. How about you? Once she catches your eye, fellow co-worker, she gives you a wink. ]
Let's make it a good one! I'll let you start if you want. How's that sound?
1-B ❀ capablanca, entertainment ring
[ It's late in the evening and you're walking in the streets of the entertainment district. It's strangely quiet on this side of town... That is, until you hear battle cries in a nearby alley. Should you choose to take a look at what the commotion is all about, you will see a local mafioso or Noir lackey firing spells as they face off with a new Heroic recruit. Although the rookie manages to block most of the enemy's moves with her skill in martial arts, a missed kick sends her flying down the alley and into you. ]
Sorry! [ If it's any consolation, she's relatively light. ... And incredibly pretty. ] Are you okay?
[ The cuts on her arms and legs tell you she's worse off. ]
2-C ❀ graupera
[ After you transport ammunition and other supplies to the fortress island, Taiwan might say some strange things. ]
Phew... I haven't seen cannonballs like this since the 19th century.
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Good work, good work! [ Upon seeing her uniform, she deflates. ] Oh, but we're all dirty now... [ Then she perks up! ] Let's take a bath together!
[ Yes. She says this to the guys, too. ]
3 ❀ training
[ After those encounters she's had with criminals at Capablanca and mutant rats at Graupera, she's taken it upon herself to train with a jian she bought partly with her panda nursery salary, mostly with her casino prizes. She's pretty proficient with the sword, but at the end of one routine, she heaves a sigh. ]
Aiya, it's so much different from posing! I need to practice more...
4 ❀ wildcard
[ HIT ME!! Or pp me at
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Without thinking further on that matter, he just walks over to her and nods.]
Mm.
[Okay. He'll go to do the bath too. Getting clean seems like a good idea.]
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Anakin Skywalker | Open
[During the journey here Anakin had worked out some of his issues over getting plucked from the war and dumped here to fight another one. It helped that no one seemed to know how they arrived in the first place. So if he was going to be here for the forseeable future, then he might as well help out however he could. It'd at least take his mind off everything that happened with Ahsoka and his anger at the Jedi Council.
He's picked up a knife to cut away at the vines, but idly wonders how much easier the job would be if he had his lightsaber with him still. It'd probably be beneath him to use it as such and he can already imagine Obi-Wan lecturing him over it, but it didn't hurt to think about it.
The floor creaks warningly the further he goes in until he feels it crack beneath him. Anakin jumps at the last second and grabs a hanging vine, except it's only loosely draped against the wall and he slides down until he stabs the knife into the crumbling wall. Jumping to safety is out of the question and he can't see how far down the hole goes so for the moment it looks like he's stuck.]
Hello? Anyone out there?
[At least his prosthetic hand means he shouldn't have too much difficulty holding on.]
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[The prosthetic arm he woke up is outdated at best, but Anakin doesn't have the materials to tinker with it. He couldn't even find gloves to cover it. Until he could upgrade it himself he'll have to get used to using it. He can be found on the training deck going through some Form IV techniques while favouring his right hand to note any lag or weakness in the arm. Other times he'll be testing its strength with a handstand push up, sometimes with one hand and other times with two. If he could afford to break it, he'd have punched a wall by now.
Regardless of what he's doing if he notices anyone staring a little too long he'll pause.]
Am I that impressive?
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[Yes, she was staring. No, she's not going to apologize. Her expression is an iota more hard-edged than when she first started watching him; she recognizes those Form IV movements; she'd trained her soldiers to deflect against such attacks. Her voice cuts in cool and commanding; that I'm not asking a question form of asking a question.]
Where did you learn to fight like that.
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lux crownguard | league of legends | ota
[ Lux was always the first to wake, well before sunrise and ready to meet the new day. So it seemed odd that, as light filtered into the room and birds sang their mid-morning melodies, she finally began to wake up. Her head felt hazy, heavy from what seemed like the hardest sleep she had in ages and, sitting up slightly, it only took a few seconds to realize she was missing something.
Where were her bed clothes?
Hastily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one hand, the other holding her blanket tightly over her body. As Lux looked around, one fact became abundantly clear—this wasn't where she fell asleep the night before. The room was surprisingly Spartan, and clearly meant for two people to share; thankfully, she seemed to be alone, for the time being.
Throwing the blanket around her, the blond launched herself to her feet, driven by a bubbling sense of dread and, more, blind irritation. Had someone slipped something into her food the night before? This hardly seemed like a Noxian base of operation, it was too nice. So then where was she? What sort of sick soul would take absolutely everything from her, clothing included?
Rifling through the chest at her bedside at least secured her something to wear besides her hastily-donned sheet and, quickly changing, she tossed the comforter aside before making her way into the hall.
Someone was going to have Hell to pay, judging from how loud she was. If there was anyone still asleep, or those who had yet to venture out to other places, that is. ]
[B - CAPABLANCA BOUND]
[ After a somewhat hurried explanation, and the doling out of supplies (when did a rodent become a communication device?), Lux was at least off the warpath for the time being. In fact, she seemed positively jovial, despite her temper remaining at a simmer internally.
Part of her was furious. She owed nothing to these people, knew nothing of the kingdoms of Blanc or Noir. In many ways, it wasn't her business; kingdoms should solve their strifes on their own, instead of forcefully enlisting the help of unrelated parties.
But there was the other that saw far too many similarities to her own home to stay angry. While it was not her style, the thought of adventure in a new, unknown land excited her. True, this wasn't her war to fight, but she was a hero, was she not? And she was here now, with a squeaky rodent companion in tow. It wasn't all unfamiliar territory, she could fall into line easily enough.
With a small tuft of fur and eyes rested in the breast pocket of her uniform, Lux wandered the deck of the Airy, doing surprisingly well for one who had spent most of her life on land. Seeing someone of interest, the blond leaned in, her smile bright and easy. ]
It's quite a view, isn't it?
[C - GRAUPERA'S WALLS]
[ This was not the scene that Lux expected laid before her. Those walls that remained standing marred by holes and vines, it was a hopeless scene. How would they be able to convert this back to a proper enceinte? This wasn't the sort of work that she was used to, but as a Pawn, it was expected—or so she assumed.
Moving her carrier to her pack, the older teen divested herself of her jacket, rolling up her sleeves and tying her hair back with a bit of leather. First thing was first. ]
We need to cut down these vines. Is there anyone here with a knife of sword?
[ And, after a moment, a thought. ]
Bottle the sap if you can. We can probably find a use for it later.
[ But who would listen to orders from a lowly Pawn, anyway? Especially one who looked so young? ]
C!
But then he hears the details of what's needed, and... ]
That sounds like a lot of menial work. I certainly have a blade on hand, but surely there must be something more challenging.
[ He's a Pawn too, but it would be hard to tell from his attitude and demeanour. For one thing, Kojirou seems utterly unthreatening: An almost effeminate man who if not for his striking looks and twin swords hanging from his belt, would be utterly ordinary, Hero's uniform or not. For another: He's clearly not feeling grunt work. ]
Besides, I'm not carrying any bottles apart from my wine flask, and I'm not giving it up for vine sap.
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Shunsui Kyouraku | Bleach | OTA | Will match format!
Waking up naked wasn't strange to him. Nor was having light in his eyes. He was used to sleeping until well after sunup if he had any possibility of getting away with it, and this didn't seem to be any different!
...Something was, though, and not just the nagging voice in his head reminding him that he hadn't gone out drinking for quite some time and that his quarters at the First never let light in at quite this angle (since he's arranged his futon specifically to avoid such things). And the room seemed to be inhabited besides...
Well, nothing for it but to get out of bed! Using a blanket for cover, of course. The note on the folded uniform did little to comfort him, but he supposed there was no better way to learn about the place than to follow orders, as long as they didn't seem too offensive!
The airship was beautiful, and huge. Shunsui spent a good deal of time simply wandering around, with his butterfly alternating between his nose and shoulder and a bottle of alcohol acquired from who knows where in his hand, making conversation with anyone and everyone he could.
Two A
Repairing fortifications seemed the least disagreeable and labor-intensive of his options, so Shunsui set to work as best he could. He managed to get stuck only twice in the clinging vines, so it was a good thing his weapon was a katana!
Still, the damage was extensive, and he had to make several trips to gather building materials from the other helpful people working on that aspect of things. Luckily, he managed to find out about the adhesive qualities of the sap fairly quickly (and would need to issue an apology to whomever was tasked with trying to clean his uniform. Such a shame, it had looked so nice!)
But the adhesive did make it fairly simple for him to gather some of the rubble and use it as a filler until something more permanent could be built. It wasn't the most stable thing, but as a stopgap measure he imagined it would hold.
"Doesn't look too bad, eh?" He finally asked the butterfly who had made a habit of landing on his nose. It reminded him of a jigokuchou, aside from the bright pink on its wings. "We should give you a name. How does Hana sound? That way I can be calling you either Nose or Flower and you won't know which. Seems rather fitting, wouldn't you say?"
Yes, Shunsui, by all means make friends with your carrier in order to distract yourself from work.
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He'd never been one to keep his eyes to himself, especially around pretty ladies! And she had alcohol, to boot.
Yep. He was definitely going to wind up with several bumps to the head before he'd managed any training whatsoever.
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Make something up! I'm open to playing anything out.
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"I -- don't think she appreciated your wandering eyes."
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Captain Phasma | Open
[As much as she'd rather be hunting vermin right now (proverbial and literal), as a Pawn she's not at all prepared for the task. It's irksome to go from a position where she was respected beyong her rank, to finding herself at the bottom of the hierarchy, but she manages. It's just a matter of showing she's capable.]
[Which, given the present circumstances, is a little harder than it sounds. It doesn't take her long to figure out the floorboards aren't going to support her. If people of average build are having difficulties, someone with her extreme stature and musculature wouldn't stand a chance. As such, she keeps to edges and places where the supports look at least halfway decent. She collects cannonballs, clears the area, and does what is required with efficiency. Fools, however, might mistake this patience for complacency.]
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[Stormtroopers were trained for all sorts of environs, considering their tour took them to vastly different planetary systems. Swimming wouldn't have been overlooked (indeed, there were special units devoted to seafaring and underwater assaults). She's adept, and committed to growing her skill.]
two/a.
If he manages to not make a wrong step and crash through the floorboards, that is. Allelujah breathes a noise as he hefts a cannonball up with little issue, save the unfortunate flex of the flooring beneath him. He's not alone, and measures his movements carefully so as not to put either of them in jeopardy. ]
I wonder if we wouldn't be better off securing the lower levels before continuing.
[ His tone is gentle, yet wry, almost as if he's joking. ]
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[Whatever she's doing, it's impressive, he'll admit. But HOW impressive depends on her answer.]
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[she didn't ask for this]
[well. . . let's be honest. did anyone ask for this? probably not, but Ema feels like she especially didn't ask for this. it's entirely too much for a woman of science to absorb all at once. waking up (naked) in a room with a strange man, being told she was chosen to fight in a war she knew nothing about, being ushered into choosing a weapon (??!?!) and a pet with little time to contemplate her choices, and then being herded onto a giant flashy airship? yeah. yeeeeeah]
[Ema really didn't ask for this]
[which is why she can be found slouched in her seat near one of the Airy bars, a plate of fried rice and a drink seated in front of her. a pudgy blue badger is curled up in her lap-- snoring, judging from the low wheezing sounds it makes with each breath. Ema sits with her cheek resting in the palm of one hand, shoulders slumped, a straw hanging out of her mouth as she scowls at anyone who passes by her. and the other hand?]
[is busy flicking balls of sticky rice at said passerbys. one of those passerbys may be you. let's hope you enjoy a helping of RICE TO THE FACE]
2-B. Pest control
Ooooh, no you don't! Don't even think about it! I'm warning you, use the bathroom outside, not on top of my head!
[anyone else who had made it to the bird dung encrusted towers will hear this woman yelling at the sea birds circling the air above her head. she's aiming her scientific weapon in their direction, although she holds it a bit awkwardly, like she isn't exactly familiar with how it works. the birds squawk and screech and drop stone feathers around her feet-- each one that plummets through the air lands on the ground with a plunk and causes the woman to flinch in surprise]
[she doesn't have this. she doesn't have this at all]
I can't believe this. . . ugh! Why did I have to get assigned pest control, of all things?
[and she isn't too happy about not having this, either]
Wildcard.
[if you'd like to do something specific feel free to ping me at
2B
[As a Ranked-up hero, he probably could have skipped this duty, but why? He's not too good for this. People need help. So Dust's along for the ride, stepping up the stairs with his staff in hand.]
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Potemkin is completely confident in the "not drowning" part of this exercise. He's always had a remarkably high lung capacity and showed no panic in the water, which was the real danger. It's the actual swimming part that he's finding hard to answer to. One problem of having a fat to weight ratio equal to a gorilla is that it's almost impossible for him to float. Potemkin practices by periodically dropping to touch the increasingly deeper ocean floor, and dragging himself to the surface. So fellow beachgoers may experience a massive shadow coming up from underneath, breaking the surface to snort water like a whale.
2A: Cyclopean Architecture with a cyclopean architect
Potemkin focuses most of his time on repairing the wall itself. Some might consider bricklaying boring, tedious work but he seems genuinely enraptured by the process of gauging out the sizes of the gaps and methodically picking the replacements, from a pile of massive bricks carried here by himself, of course.
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[There is nothing about waking up in a strange new world that Natasha trusts. So, business as usual. She doesn't resist being herded onto the airship with the other new heroes -- she doesn't have any resources or a place to run to. But once the Airy takes off, she decides to do what she does best: gather information. Anything she can get about this "hero" business, Blanc, Graupera. Whatever she can pick up with a little legwork and careful eavesdropping.
Leaving the uniform jacket and her weapon in her room do help make Natasha less obviously a hero. However, she hasn't quite figured out how to talk to her carrier, which apparently doesn't like whatever lingua franca she's using. Despite her best efforts, the red-and-silver matryoshka doll insist on following her through the Airy, bobbing gently through the air. It makes staying inconspicuous a little hard. The crowd of delighted children her carrier attracts? That makes staying inconspicuous even harder.]
Don't you have anything better to do?
[Is she talking to the carrier or the children it's entertaining? It's a mystery.]
2-C. Transporting Supplies
[Legendary weapon on her arm or not, Natasha refuses to rely on a mysterious artifact she barely knows how to use. Being assigned to accompanying supply runs gives her the chance to stock up on weaponry and she takes shameless advantage of it, laying hands on as many knives as she can find. And she'll need them, since the stream of thieving rats and would-be bandits is seemingly never-ending.]
Great. More rats. Incoming on the left.
3. Training Montage
[In her downtime, she can be found in the common areas of Hotel Caruana, muttering in...Chernovian? Yes, she seems to be carefully and deliberating talking to her floating doll(s) in nonsense Russian. The hotel staff are giving her and her Noir-themed carrier a wide, wide berth.
At the training dummies, she practices with her weapon, taking aim at the dummies with the metal bracer on her right arm. Cord after cord of bright red light shoots out of the bracer's sole decorative jewel, some making successful contact with the dummy, some shooting wildly off in wild directions -- including at you, if you get to close. Careful the cord's sticky tip doesn't stick somewhere unfortunate!
And of course, Natasha's pretty deadly even without magical weapons. She doesn't like where she is, she doesn't trust Blanc, but she does want to be ready for whatever's coming. Every day she can be found keeping up with her usual training, moving through complex combat forms with swift and deadly speed.]
4. Wildcard
[If you have something specific in mind, feel free to ping me at
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[In a hearbeat, Dust's sword is in his hand, deflecting the cord with a phenomenal clash that, let's be real here, really oversells the gesture considering he's using his full-strength to parry a cord. But Dust doesn't know how to understate things like this.]
[Even more damaging to his dignity is the complete uselessness of the gesture, because parrying the cord just means its tip sticks to the sword no matter how dramatically he follows-through.]
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Three - Training, i.e. magic is weird
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There is another person standing on the hill, a girl wearing a long blue dress with short-cut blonde hair and a strange white covering over her neck and the bottom of her chin. She's looking out at the ocean, too, and turns to him when he speaks.
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[It hadn't taken Kaede long to figure out that this uniform was really just an elaborate janitor's outfit. Maybe a day or so after she had first arrived. So instead of getting anyone else to clean up a dilapidated fortress, like, say, trained professionals, they got to do that instead. Lucky them.
This time it was a climbing exercise; with how overgrown almost all of these holes were, was it really necessary to patch them up? Ugh. Guillotine's fire was of only marginal use against the vines; it burned and charred through fine, but it did nothing to cauterize the spray of sap. There was already a ragged, greenish stripe of it across Kaede's back, and she'd barely started clearing this particular area.
During a moment of downtime, Kaede can be found sitting on a yet-unsalvaged lump of rubble, gingerly removing her gloves and rebinding her hands with cooling gauze.
The culprit of the burns was once again leaning on the rock beside her; the poleaxe seemed inert at the moment, its gem only lazily lit.]
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[Transporting supplies that absolutely cannot be spared for any sob stories or pleading eyes? Why not put the most disagreeable and angriest looking person they could find at short notice at the head of the convoy?
Or so the logic had gone for putting Kaede in the lead of this particular one. It was a short trip, down to the docks and waiting transport ships and back to the fortress again—but it had already attracted some unwelcome parasites. This time it was for arrows—barrels and barrels of them for the archers—and simple medical equipment, bound into anonymous bundles and hurriedly thrown onto the same cart.
It might be a good idea to stop her before she abruptly chops off the hand of someone she thinks might be trying to take something from the convoy.
Or at least give them a warning, because Kaede certainly wasn't.]
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Are you all right? [Man, he has been social on this mission -- between worrying about his fellow Heroes and training them when the newly-arrived ones seemed in need. What a weird life he's living now.]
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[ Having seen some of the more interesting carriers that are around, Gareki couldn't help but look at his own with disappointment. It's pink. It has a strawberry mark on its side. It's a cow. A cow that can't be made into meat. He knows because he asked the guards and they immediately denied him from doing so. Also, he may or may not have been added to the watchlist for PETMC, but that's a different story.
In any case, it seems like he's stuck with the cow. And as they're getting ready to board the Airy, the carrier suddenly stops in its tracks. Something about cattle going airbone didn't quite sit well with it. ]
Come on, get on already.
[ Gareki is well aware that they're holding up the line. There's a sigh, before he moves behind the cow and tries to nudge/push it onto the airship. Hey, it's surprisingly hard despite its smaller size. And if you desperately want to board in time, maybe you can help Gareki shove his carrier in. Or if you're nicer, maybe entice it with a treat. ]
2. A boy and his scared cow.
[ Despite being with the extermination crew, Gareki finds himself in a different part of the rat and angry-bird infested castle. Why? His carrier had ran away from him. Miraculously, it wasn't due to the boy's harsh treatment! But apparently the sight of giant rats has frightened the poor thing and caused it to flee.
Whether your on your way to collect supplies or heading for the exit, you'll be more or less (depending on how sturdy you are) bulldozed over by a mini cow. Depending on whether or not Steak toppled you over you'll get: ]
A. [ If you did not get run over by Steak, Gareki will run up to you and ask: ]
Did a cow run past here?
B. [ If Steak crashes into you and you end up falling flat on your face or back, well... it doesn't get any better. Rather than waste time and run around you, Gareki is actually going to step on you as he tries to chase after his cow.
Ouch. ]
Closed to Setsuna. Two boys, one cow, no milk.
[ At last, Gareki managed to arrive in Capablanca with Steak in tow. However, the carrier still doesn't seem very happy being in the air. Like a cowering dog, the moment it left the Airy, it ran until it could huddle and shake in the corner of an alleyway.
Gareki eyes it like it's some sort of weird alien. ] Are you really a cow? [ Aside from the pink coloring and the deceiving strawberry patch, it does look like one... But apparently he's not suppose to eat it. A closer inspection wouldn't hurt right?
In a split second, Steak finds itself flipped right onto its back. Everything has been exposed. It's not a pure carrier anymore. It gets even worse when Gareki nonchalantly grabs one of the udders and squeezes it, expecting milk to come out.
Nothing did.
Just shame. ]
What the hell? You can't even be milked! What are you good for anyway!?
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This isn't good for their reputation. In order to attempt redeeming this, a veteran Hero steps out from the small crowd to grab the Carrier away from the perverted(?) Hero's grasp. He stares at the boy a little, although he mostly remains with a hard-to-read expression. Guess who is judging? ]
Please conduct yourself properly.
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[ Imagine this guy's surprise when he hears about the "battle against Noir" when your name is, in fact, Noir. What had he done to deserve a war waged on him? Weren't they beyond this phase? Reverse was on the side of the Letter Bees now, fighting to contain the imminent threat of Spiritus. Perhaps he shouldn't have told that pink-haired girl down the hall his real name after all. From here on out, at least for a few hours, he's Gauche Suede, tailed by a young fluffball of a carrier, attentive to his every movement with the perk of ears too big for her head.
And he's acting a bit suspicious with how earnestly he's blending in and keeping an eye on his surroundings as he leaves the housing hall, just like a trained military soldier in enemy territory.
It all comes to an end the second he steps out of the doors of the building and sees...
Blue skies. A far off and blinding sun he can't look at. Clouds. It's bright— he's quick to cover his eyes with an arm and wince, pupils shrinking to pinpricks completely unable to process so much light.
This isn't Amberground. This isn't home, what little he'd come to accept it as such. This is... This is somewhere else entirely. They had never known anything but night. There are no stars in the sky to guide him and it's disorienting, lonely, empty. He had already known so little of the world, but surely this wasn't possible.
His carrier barks as he stumbles down the steps and moves to crouch against the wall, marring that pretty white uniform as he covers his eyes and sits in shock, trying to process... everything. This is too much. ]
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[ The airship is another matter, once he's finally gotten his bearings (as much as possible, in any case) and they've taken off for Graupera. He's come to accept that no one is waging war on him and him alone— he's learned enough to realize it's the opposing country. That's good. What bad luck that would be! In flight entertainment is all well and good, but mostly Noir will be found in the library scouring as much information about his surroundings as possible, scanning maps and the occasional tome with a studious squint before eventually giving into wandering around everywhere he's allowed. His boots were made for walking! His body is used to a high amount of travel on a daily basis, so he'll do his best to keep up. ]
TWO ✸ B
[ It's a new gun; it would take some getting used to. In the meantime, Noir's borrowed what is basically just a rudimentary bat to smash rats with instead of wasting his bullets on the plethora of vermin scuttling around the place. He's better put to use fighting critters than rebuilding what was once great. He's a marauder; they plunder and fight and used to have nothing to do with the better side of society, but in recent weeks he's found himself siding with what were once his enemies. It's enough to deal with without trying to pick a side in this place. Gauche's friends were doggedly dedicated to being Noir's friends, taking this new person in stride and giving up on what is lost. Noir himself had a hard enough time coming to terms with that. The least he can do is appreciate the same sentiment in return.
If not for the pup at his heels, Noir is alone when he slips through the heavy doors and begins his trek through the infested halls to find the materials they're sent in after. At least he doesn't question marching orders. Anyone he may bumble into he'll attempt to help unless it's a larger group, in which case he'll just casually go another direction. Lone wolf comin' through!
...At least, until you hear a couple empty gunshot attempts and a tiny canine yelp before he goes bailing down a narrow hall with his carrier tucked under one arm, gun in hand, bat in the other, eyes wide as he's chased by a large group of rats. WHOOPS. LONE WOLF COMIN' THROUGH P.S. PLEASE HELP. ]
Please run! I disturbed a nest!
[ AT LEAST HE WON'T GET ANYONE ELSE CAUGHT UP IN HIS MESS??? ]
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[Well, it's clear enough that the answer's probably "no", even the guy's carrier looking distressed. Arashi comes down to his side to look over his face while Princess circles them all in the air.]
If you need any treatment I could help you...! [Sssomehow that is, healing spells not be a strong point yet - but having memorized where the infirmary is keeps the offer open.]
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