Lugubrious

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Lewa

Bit by bit, the boar's condition improved, its flesh slowly knitted together and the toxins gradually expunged from its flesh. As the pain subsided, its body language became more relaxed, and Lewa could sense its relief. It wasn't long before he no longer felt the need to continue his elemental breathing exercise, as the condition of Remilia's patient had stabilized, and the unfortunate beast seemed to be on the road to recovery at last. At the same time, however, the toa got the distinct impression that this wasn't over just yet. Despite his lack of familiarity with organic biology, something struck him as oddly anomalous about its afflicted wounds. Still, he couldn't be sure, and resolved to ask Remilia about it once her treatment concluded.

After only a few more moments, the vampire finished. There was nothing else she could do for the boar, and its couldn't claim to be in perfect health, but the fruit borne of the otherworlders' efforts made a world of difference. "The rest is up to you," Lewa told his new friend in a soft voice as he offered a final, reassuring pat. "Eat and drink well, and get plenty of rest. Go now, sister boar." Reinvigorated and as high-spirited as Lewa himself, the creature could head off into the underbrush at a peaceable trot. Even after it disappeared from sight and the sound of heavy footfalls faded, the toa's smile remained. The forest around him seemed that much more full of life, the wind and birdsong a cheerful harmony that permeated leaf and bough. After a moment Remilia interrupted the peace and quiet with her response. While Lewa didn't understand everything she said, the two could share in an unspoken feeling of a job well done, at least for a moment. She mentioned not being able to work her magic on him, which puzzled him somewhat. "I am no less alive than our new beast-friend. Should I suffer injury, I hope you will try to mend-treat me."

She proceeded to confirm his earlier suspicions, and he nodded his assent with her hypothesis. Venom, at least, was something he knew about. Some rahi, like the Nui Jaga scorpions of Po-wahi, wielded it with lethal finesse. One of those highly aggressive arachnids could have easily perpetrated an attack like the one that injured the boar, but given the circumstances Lewa dismissed that possibility outright. Whatever the boar's assailant was, it represented the root cause of the new threat facing the village. "As long as the one responsible remains at large, more rahi like our sister boar may be maddened into rampage by the pain," he pointed out. "If we want to solve this problem for good, we must cut off the head of the Bog Snake." For now though, that could wait until they checked on the others, and brought everyone up to speed on what they found.

Lewa followed Remilia back toward their group's temporary base of operations, still in a good mood. Once there, the vampire took care of all the talking. The others filled him in on what they'd been up to as well, and when Youmu mentioned that she dealt with an aggressive boar, his face fell somewhat. No living thing was inherently evil, just affected by circumstances. The beast she described sounded no different from the one he found, and he'd known from the outset that if he took the wrong tact, his encounter could have gone very differently. None of the others had entertained the possibility of a peaceful outcome, and if they went in to eliminate threats, chances were that their targets responded in kind. Maybe he and Remilia could have saved others; the thought lanced him with regret.

The otherworlders' rendezvous took a sudden turn when another little girl showed up. She quickly made it clear that she knew several of the others present, which quickly deepened Lewa's bewilderment. What was with so many individuals all seized from the same world? At this point, it couldn't be coincidence. From the very beginning the toa had utterly felt out of place, but now he felt more estranged than ever. Was the girls' world the one this whole ordeal revolved around, and he was just along for the ride? Caught in the crossfire of some divine accident? With nothing else to work with, and no anchor of any kind to hold fast to, Lewa maintained his silence.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Gruyere Emmentaler Caerphilly Yarg

As much as Gru would have liked to say he gave the marketer a serious run for his money, Argun had not exaggerated when he alluded to his skill. With his associates from Dawnlight Opportunities looking on, as still and silent as statues, the cheesemaker’s opponent unleashed an onslaught of tactical maneuvers, each one more clever than the last. He did not rush his moves, but neither did he hesitate overlong. Instead the Dinnin dwarf remained calm and in control at all times, his bearded face unreadable. Once the momentum of the game really swung in Argun’s favor, Gru could see the deathblow coming from a mile away, but his opponent ran such a tight ship that the cheesemaker found himself powerless to keep the steel jaws of Argun’s trap from snapping shut. Time and time again, he was forced to sacrifice his pieces, and his forces dwindled with alarming speed. Though he managed to drag it out a bit, the writing was on the wall for Gru; before too long, it was checkmate.

“Well, that’s that,” Gru conceded at last. He reached out for his king, and gently lifted the crown off his rat’s head between thumb and index finger. Immediately the little creature played dead, making a big show of falling over, then dramatically reaching upward in desperation before he breathed his last. Chuckling, the cheesemaker leaned back in his chair, tented his fingers, and gave Argun a respectful nod. “You certainly weren’t lying, my friend. If anything, you sold yourself short.”

The marketer gave a casual shrug, as if he hadn’t just dispatched his opponent with military precision. “I merely forced you to play defensively, taking control of the game’s pacing. You were so busy salvaging the situation that you were unable to turn the tide.” He reached up and tapped his temple. “The true battle is not on the board, but in here. To achieve victory, you must get into your adversary’s head. Only then will you be able to seize the initiative.”

Gru gave a solemn nod, making sure to treat the suggestion like sage advice. “Of course, of course. I’ll have to add that one to the playbook.” He inhaled deeply, looking around his wagon’s interior. “Well, I must say. All that fighting for my life has me quite parched.” He lifted an eyebrow at the Dawnlight Opportunities dwarves. “Would the Clanhold Buraq happen to have good coffee?”

The question instantly decimated all three dwarves’ stoicism. While the other two just stood there, flabbergasted, Argun managed to find his tongue. “Would the-!” Very quickly, however, he caught himself, turning his astonishment into a good-natured baritone laugh. “Ohohoho. You really must be new here, Mr. Yarg!” He stood up from Gru’s desk with such suddenness that all the rats sitting around on it scattered. “Come, come. Follow me. I’ll show you the best coffee in the whole city!”

Gru stood as well. “Oh, you’re too kind, I couldn’t possibly steal any more of your time.”

“Nonsense!” Already on his way out the door, Argun beckoned him to follow. “Our hospitality is the least we can offer. You invited us into your home, after all. And since I ran you so ragged to begin with, I would be remiss if I did not make it up to you! No better time to talk business than over a cup of coffee, either.”

After that, Gru could do nothing but concede. He locked up the Chuck Wagon and left it in the care of his rats, taking with him as many as the Dinnin would allow, then joined them for a friendly excursion. With his three new acquaintances to lead the way, vouch for him, and keep him company, he could finally cross the outskirts of the desert stronghold and into the city itself. On his own he would have balked at navigating its vastly complicated network of byways and footpaths, but the marketers guided him as if they had compasses in their heads. Luckily, their rather short legs and unhurried gait meant that their pace wasn’t so brisk that Gru couldn’t take in the sights. Between its culture and its economy, nothing seemed to sum this society up better than ‘rich’, and as an entrepreneur Gru could appreciate that. Though the Clanhold still possessed its fair share of subtle menace, the cheesemaker could appreciate its marvels keeping in mind the foundations upon which this civilization could rise to such remarkable heights.

Before long, Gru was sitting in an exquisite outdoor cafe booth alongside an inclined street. Each U-shaped booth could comfortably seat nine dwarves, so one could accommodate a human(?) and three dwarves just fine. Each lay beneath a bonnet that extended from the nearby wall for shade against whatever desert sun managed to penetrate the Clanhold streets, and the patterned futons were so fine that Gru almost felt bad for sitting on them. Each bore intricate geometric patterns in vivid red, yellow, and brown, not unlike miniature mosaics. In the center of the booth sat a low table, itself swathed in a tapestry of a tablecloth, and upon it sat a curiosity. On top of a flame-lit stove sat a shallow cauldron filled with sand. Argun was delighted to give Gru a demonstration of its workings. A well-dressed Ainok waiter delivered a set of four bronze cups, each lined with a muddy sediment of water and fine coffee grounds. When Argun placed them on the blazing sand, the cups magically filled themselves.

Even after taking the full mug of foaming hot coffee in hand, Gru hardly needed to oversell how impressed he was. “What sorcery is this?” he wondered aloud. “And how can I do it?”

“Trade secret. But here’s a hint: there’s nothing magical about it,” Argun informed him, subtly pleased. “It is nothing more than the interplay of tradition, science, and highest-quality ingredients.” He watched as Gru took a sip from his cup. “How does it compare?”

Gru swirled the liquid around his mouth, noting its surprising density. The grounds must still be a part of the finished product, he realized. “There is no comparison,” he said after a moment. “Next to this, all other coffees might as well be bathwater.”

His new friends laughed, and everyone chatted for a while as they drank their beverages. Gru did not allow his true goal to slip from his mind, however, and after an appropriate interval he switched back to the task at hand. “You know,” he began. “What you said about coffee rather reminds me of my cheese. I myself cannot boast the history of the Dinnin, but cheesemaking is an ancient craft in its own right, and to an outsider it may as well be magic. In truth it is no more than chemistry, care, and lots and lots of practice.” He smiled. “But the results speak for themselves.”

“Hmm, yes.” Argun set down his cup, then stroked his beard as he thought. “I do believe your business presents a promising opportunity. We Dinnin are an artful people, but cheesemaking is not among our arts, so cheese is something of a delicacy. I must ask, however.” He crossed his arms. “Cheese is rare, but it is not unknown. And neither is the itinerant nature of the Pilgrim’s Caravan. I cannot imagine that you would remain here long enough for your cheeses to age to completion. If we helped you, how could we expect to receive a return on our investment?”

Gru nodded. These dwarves were astute, as expected, but the cheesemaker came prepared. “It may surprise you to learn that not all cheesemaking is created equal. It just so happens that I can do in days what others could only do in weeks or months. I will have a bounty of cheeses ready for the market before the Caravan departs. On that, you have my guarantee, and I know that is not something the Dinnin take lightly.”

“No indeed,” Argun murmured.

“One other matter,” Gru continued, not missing a beat. “At present I lack capital. So in order to partner with you, I imagine we would be entering a revenue sharing contract.”

Though he hadn’t cast a spell, he did say some magic words. Revenue sharing could be lucrative indeed, provided one could be confident in success. Just offering it said a lot about Gru’s own confidence, and it tickled the marketers’ taste buds as well. Argun beckoned his associates to come closer, and they spoke only briefly while Gru politely turned his gaze to the bustling street.

After a few moments, the dwarves had their answer. “You’re a bold one, Mr. Yarg,” Argun told him. “We like that. We can see your product’s potential, and it is clear you are a seasoned tradesman.” He extended his hand. “Let us become richer together.”

The cheesemaker shook the Dinnin dwarves’ hands. “Yes. Let's.”

World of Light

Deep Ground - the Source

Level 6 Goldlewis (162/60) Level 5 Sandalphon (94/50)
Blazermate, Susie, and Roland’s @Archmage MC, Midna’s @DracoLunaris, Geralt and Zenkichi’s @Multi_Media_Man, Sakura and Karin’s @Zoey Boey, Pit’s @Yankee, Roxas’ @Double, Giovanna
Word Count: 1569

When the fight began, Sandalphon wasted no time using one of her new abilities. A pulse radiated across the arena, scanning the Seekers’ opponents. Ultimately, this provided less benefit than the archangel would have liked. As one might expect, her foes were in top condition, and the various evasion, resistance, and defense buffs bestowed upon her teammates were so minor that she doubted that they’d notice. Still, when up against the likes of Karen Travers, Jetstream Sam, and a Consul, it paid to use every advantage at her disposal. What Sandalphon really craved was information. With the Septentrion, she could only assume that he possessed every psionic ability she’d documented throughout Midgar so far, courtesy of his parasitic Brain Eater power. On the other hand, C was a complete unknown, and the transformation he inflicted on Mephisto was rather alarming. Sandalphon could sense an immense amount of magical power emanating from his person, yet for now the Consul seemed content to use that pistol of his and a couple magic tricks. “Be wary,” she cautioned Midna and Roland through their sigils. “Work together, and don’t let him touch you.”

Out of the four, however, she kept her unblinking eyes on Sam. Unlike the others, she knew exactly what the Brazilian swordsman was capable of, and she did not like him menacing Roxas. For now the others didn’t need her support, though she did have Angelic Wings fully charged in case of emergency. So she stood by in Coordination Protocol, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice, but things took an unexpected turn as the two exchanged words rather than blows. Though unversed in reading emotions, Sandalphon could detect subtle changes in Sam’s face and posture now that she looked closer. It was clear that Nox’s capitulation affected him, just as it did Mephisto, and not even the threat of what C did to the young medic galvanized him into action.

With surprise negotiations underway, Sandalphon shifted her attention as the actual problem revealed itself: Mephisto the Singer. His toxic clouds were quickly covering the arena, piling up to create nigh-impenetrable banks of caustic smog. The pollution didn’t do much damage, but it would add up over time, slowly killing all the heroes present while the villains stayed hale and hearty. That wasn’t going to fly, and Roxas knew it, too. As soon as Sam turned tail, the keyblade wielder began to chase Mephisto down, navigating the other brawls throughout the arena. Sandalphon tried to cover him, but the haze crippled her accuracy, and the Singer quickly proved to be frustratingly evasive. Again and again the avian disappeared into the fog, showing up far away from Roxas to continue fumigating the arena. The effort of pursuit forced the boy to hyperventilate, gulping up the toxic gas, and it wasn’t long before the consequences caught up with him. Pit’s magic allowed him to lend a hand for a time from his perch atop the Guardian, but it wasn’t long before Tycoon shook him off. Worse still, Tycoon’s Magitek Crossray was poised to pierce through the fog. Roxas needed help, and if the others didn’t yet, they would soon. It was time Sandalphon took action.

“Your target flees when struck,” the archangel told Roxas. “You need to get close without attacking.” When the boy pushed himself to approach one last time, Sandalphon made her move. She blinked to his position, appearing only a few feet away from Mephisto’s flank. Stone-faced, she cast out her wires, then lobbed a Frost Lock at the Singer’s feathered back. The cold shock wasn’t enough to flash-freeze Mephisto, but he did jerk away, tightening the wires in the process. He struggled and strained against them, unable to teleport, but the wires just sliced deeper and deeper. Sandalphon lifted her staff, and four divine screens appeared around her. They rotated, picking up speed, as glowing circuits traced an intricate sigil beneath her. “Now.”

When the archangel brought her gunstaff down, the screens flared outward, and in the heavenly flash that followed her allies were healed for over fifty percent of their max health. Those suffering from poison found their affliction suddenly cleansed and their max health boosted by twenty percent in recompense. Completely rejuvenated, Roxas could now capitalize on the opportunity that Sandalphon provided.

And just like that - divine intervention. Almost literally in this case. Just as Roxas was struggling to think of his next move, the Nobody was suddenly healed right up, and the poisons of the gas was even cleansed on top of that. It was Sandalphon, offering a much needed heal and boost almost as if answering the Keybearer's prayers, "Ah, thanks Halo!" Roxas said into his earpiece to Sandalphon. He zoomed up to the Singer and used another Cross Slash on it, then followed that with a flurry of Keyblade strikes. Right on schedule, the Singer teleported away from him. But rather than continue the chase immediately, Roxas realized that he was relatively near Sandalphon's position.

"Hey, Halo?" he asked her, "I think it's time we give that oversized bird a little divine wrath."

“I am not angry,” Sandalphon replied, switching to the Eye of Sol as her pupils turned to crosshairs. “Just disappointed.”

“Light!” In moments Roxas was using his StepSword dash to move away from the Archangel, who herself teleported to a new position. Then Roxas aimed his Keyblade and shot a beam of light out of its tip that lanced through the air across the platform and right through the Singer. From her position, Sandalphon fired a blazing tracer round that also pierced the transformed Mephisto. From above, the pair of piercing beams looked a like a radiant X, with the Singer caught in the center of Heavenly Crossfire.

With a shrill shriek, the Singer crashed to the ground in a heap, badly wounded but still alive. Sandalphon approached and crouched beside the infected monster, leaning on the butt of her rifle. She pursed her lips, her brows slightly furrowed as toxic gas began to exude from the thing’s body. What happened to Mephisto wasn’t fair. She couldn’t imagine what terrible things he’d done as an accomplice of Jena Anderson and member of Reunion, but neither could she imagine what he’d been through. How much pain, loss, and despair, even before Consul Y shattered his hopes last night? And then in desperation he’d fallen victim to C as well. Even with all he’d done, he was just a boy. A child failed by this city. By this world.

Everyone says angels aren’t real, ‘cause if they were, they’d come down and help us…

As the smog began to thicken, Sandalphon manifested a friend heart, and in a brilliant flash Mephisto was restored. When the flare receded, the boy lay on the floor amidst the dispersing gas, breathing heavily. His wild eyes focused on the archangel. “Be not afraid,” she said as she knelt, her voice gentle despite the toxic irritants. She extended her hand. “I want to help.”

“Liar!” There was the sound of a gunshot, deafening. Sandalphon froze, her eyes wide, as blood flew from a fresh bullet wound. As smoke rose from the barrel of his pistol, Mephisto let out a burst of insane laughter, his eyes wide. “Who’re you trying to fool!? Huh!? Not me! Never again! I’m nobody’s pawn! You hear me!?” He fired again and again. “You hurt me! Hurt her! Took them from me! How d’you like it? Huh? Self-righteous Sankta! How dare you pity me!” Completely manic, he aimed his final shot at the archangel’s head.

Sandalphon’s gaze swiveled toward him, eyes refocused, and she burst into dazzling light. It faded a moment later, leaving behind a being of majestic beauty, white wings spread wide. In order to survive, Sandalphon had become Heavenly Wings, a holy draconic angel that towered over friend and foe alike. Only Tycoon, standing at thirty feet compared to her sixteen, still eclipsed her.

When she turned her face downward she found Mephisto paralyzed by shock on the floor. She also saw little black vortexes appear around the battlefield, cast by Tycoon. Sadness lingered on her face as she thought about him, as well as the little girl in Zone 09. Even now, she had no idea whether or not the girl or her dog survived the catastrophe that Mephisto helped unleash in Quarantine Valley, and that worried her. Once this was over with, she would have to go check. For now, though, Mephisto had found the wherewithal to move again. A new magazine clicked into place in his gun. “Forgive me,” the archangel echoed, her voice oddly resonant. “You’re right, of course. Salvation is not mine to offer.”

She beat her wings and flew backward, leaving the battlefield. Mephisto chased her off with a couple shots, missing them all, then stooped in a hurry to collect his fallen cane. When he bent down, he saw the vortex at his feet suddenly expand to a massive size, far too big for him to escape. “What the-!?” The next moment, the unfortunate boy disappeared, sundered by the raw destructive might of Artificial Gravity.

Sandalphon did not look to see what became of him. Instead she focused forward, dedicating the holy light of Heavenly Wings to the fight for Midgar’s future.

The Under - Dreams of Night

Level 13 Ms Fortune (93/130)
The Koopa Troop’s @DracoLunaris, Primrose and Therion’s @Yankee, Sectonia’s @Archmage MC, Ganondorf’s @Double, Jesse’s @Zoey Boey
Word Count: 1741

Once she recovered from her surprise skewering with the aid of the Ripened Heart, Nadia resumed her deadly dance with the Radiance. By now, she could feel herself getting a hold of a definite pattern in the angelic insect’s fighting style. Her sheer output of luminous lasers, homing orbs, and airborne swordblades boasted a serious intimidation factor, especially at first. They dictated the pace of the battle and demanded that the Seekers stay mobile, preventing anyone from getting too comfortable. Gradually, though, what started as a panicked scramble became controlled chaos as the heroes memorized the patterns–as well as their answers. The Radiance showed off over a dozen different attacks, teleporting between each onslaught, but they all proved to be somewhat one-dimensional, devoid of creativity or interplay. Once Nadia realized that, newfound courage pumped through her veins. For all its eldritch power, this effulgent entity seemed to be a problem that the Seekers could solve, and glimpsing a path to victory fired the feral up like nothing else.

That wasn’t to say the road would be easy, though, so Nadia couldn't be too gleeful just yet. Those who could cast, spit flame, shoot, or throw boulders had it easy compared to melee fighters like her. While her energy lasted, Nadia made her way through the Radiance’s unrelenting bombardment, dodging dozens of lances and lasers. Not being a machine, she couldn’t execute perfectly every time even when she knew what to do, and as the fight went on the feral racked up her fair share of burns and bloody gashes. Still, Nadia had one massive advantage in her corner: being part of a team. There was nowhere around the arena that the Radiance could teleport to where one or two Seekers couldn’t reach her. If her impetuousness left her hurting, she could ease up for a minute while the others picked up the slack, and when someone else stepped back she made sure to cover for them in turn.

When Nadia managed to get her claws on the bright-eyed bug, Nadia sprang up to deliver a short-lived air combo, punctuated by a blockbuster like Feral Edge or Purrge of Vengeance if her stockpile of Dramatic Tension permitted it, or New Moon if she had it off cooldown. Again and again her claws and boxcutters drew blood, spilling ichor that shone like the sun. Whenever a close combatant finally got the chance to dig in, shreds of moth fuzz drifted down like snow. Slowly, her team began to turn the tide. The Seekers could adapt, using their various powers for defense or mobility as well as offense, while the Radiance didn’t. Its incredible efforts still took a toll, but the price it exacted slowly decreased, while the heroes’ damage piled up.

Finally, just as Nadia’s energy began to flag, the Guardian seemed to reach a breaking point. Until now it barely reacted when the Seekers shot or struck her, but when Ganondorf -empowered by Abyssal Resurgence- landed a mighty blow, her poise suddenly shattered. She reeled back and fell from the sky, slamming into the platform face-down in a burst of light that radiated in all directions. The wave shattered the steely battlefield along its seams and cleared away the rolling hills of ethereal clouds all around. For a moment she just lay there as the team looked on, wondering if it was over. As those tense seconds ticked by, the sky of the dreamscape seemed to darken, as if the dimming sun had slid behind the horizon to turn the peachy heavens orange, scarlet, and finally a deep indigo. The broken monolith began to shake, and around it, a black tide rose from the depths below. When she noticed it encroaching on the arena’s edges, Nadia froze, reminded of the tar from the Orphan’s beach. This seemed somehow worse, though. It didn’t look like liquid so much as a pitch-black mass of indescribable bodies, piled together, hopelessly entangled, squirming and clawing. If the Radiance existed in the domain of dreams, then surely this abyssal darkness must be the stuff of nightmares. As much as she wanted to finish off the Radiance, Nadia didn’t dare make a move while this new threat loomed.

So she watched, struck dumb, as twisted limbs and barbed tentacles stretched up from the mire to grasp and ensnare the fallen Guardian. In a way it made sense that this darkness, whatever it was, would abhor this mind-searing light as well. Before the living darkness could fasten its grip however, the Radiance regained her strength. Light blazed from her eyes, scorching the shadows, and the second their grip slacked the Radiance teleported upward. She hung in the air for a moment above the broken arena, scarred and tattered, staring down at the Seekers and the abyssal limbs that reached and flailed below her. Then she flew off in a burst of speed, rattling the heroes with a sonic boom left in her wake. In seconds she disappeared into the distance, and there she stopped, a brilliant and unreachable star.

Around Nadia and her allies, the limbs of the abyss receded. The feral looked around, perplexed. She hadn’t considered the possibility that the Guardian could just leave, fleeing beyond the heroes’ reach. Beneath the clouds, a sea of roiling blackness now stretched out in all directions, but every fiber of her being told her not to touch that living darkness. She looked around at the others. “Well…what now?”

After a moment, her answer arrived. With everyone already on high alert against the verminous ocean, even if it seemed inclined to help them somehow, the team noticed the moment something began to push its way out of the murk a couple hundred feet away. Instead of some aberrant monstrosity, however, the shape that emerged from the squirming morass seemed to be blocky and angular, formed of aged metal and plastered with dull green paint. It turned out to be a train, four cars with glowing yellow windows led by a rundown engine, and it slid forward atop the writhing mass to pull to a stop by the broken arena as if it were a train platform. Nadia hopped across the fragments like stepping stones, approaching the locomotive, and when she drew near, a purple crab with a single red eye and a starry wizard’s hat popped up in the window. “Magikrab!” Nadia laughed, her expression delighted but bewildered. “What are you doing here? I mean, how are you even here?”

“Let me explain,” the crustacean began officiously, his childlike voice unusually serious. “...Uh, actually, that would take too long, let me sum up. As you know, egregores -or archangels, as you call them- are beings borne from humanity’s collective thoughts and desires…”

“I didn’t know that at all,” Nadia muttered, scratching her head.

Magikrab cleared his throat. “Ahem! Collective thoughts and desires, yes. Meanwhile, that thing…” He stared across the dreamscape, through the twilight, at the blazing beacon in the distance. “The Radiance. It’s the end of thought itself. Of individuality. Egregores can’t truly die as long as humans exist to give them form, but the infection spreads, that’s curtains. So on behalf of all egregores, the Stagmer-line sent me here to help.” Clacking his claws, Magikrab ducked inside and pulled the whistle, which resounded across the ink-black sea and night-stained clouds. “All aboaaaaaard! Now boarding at Platform A!”

This was shaping up to be another ridiculous situation. Nadia couldn’t help but smile as she shook her head. This world really was a gift that kept on giving. “Hehe. Hell, why not?” She glanced at the others and gave a helpless shrug. “Not like we got any other options we could choo-choo-choose. Ready for another wild ride?”

Unfortunately, the train featured no doors, so everyone needed to climb on top of it. Nadia jumped aboard with enthusiasm, fresh excitement coursing through her, but for some of her friends riding a special train to fight a giant bug wasn’t as novel an experience as one might think. Once everyone climbed aboard, the train began to move. It pulled away from the arena as the fragments sank into the darkness, then chugged along across the surface of the sunless sea. Dead ahead loomed the Radiance, like a lighthouse on a distant shore “Looks like we’re on track,” Nadia called over the rushing air. Her hair, ears, and tails flapped in the wind, making her glad she got her hair cut. “But that thing’s not getting any closer.”

“It’s fleeing as we approach!” Magikrab shouted up at the Seekers. “Time to pick up the pace. Hold onto your hats!”

A moment later the train lurched forward, suddenly picking up speed. Nadia dropped to all fours, burying her claws in the roof of the train car for grip, and after another moment the locomotive began to angle upward. Soon the whole train left the living darkness behind, soaring into the air on invisible tracks. Above the sea of clouds, the pinpricks of light that teemed in the night sky became shooting stars, a million cosmic arrows hurtling backward as the Seekers forged ahead. Nadia’s heart raced as she grinned from ear to ear, not even questioning it at this point. Now this was a boss battle, worthy of a war to save the worlds.

Right away, brilliant lasers like sniper shots began to fire on the train, forcing the team to take evasive action, but the barrage didn’t last long. In less than a minute, the train caught up with the Radiance. Having more or less shed its insectoid trappings, it shone like the sun, little more than a singularity of baleful light. Judging by the clouds that zipped past and the stars overhead, it must be moving at an absurd speed, but the Stagmer-line’s train could keep up with it, and thanks to inertia (and a little dream logic) the Seekers could stand up on its roof and fight. Recognizing the danger at last, the Radiance attacked, spitting out light rays, orbs, and swordblades with twice the speed, quantity, and intensity of before, made all the more dangerous by a much narrower arena that would curve to follow the Guardian’s path. But the heroes had come this far, and they weren’t about to back down.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Lewa

To Lewa's great relief -not to mention delight- his wild idea actually seemed to be working. It was one thing to put stock in nature's natural rhythms, and to try to live in harmony with the world around him. It was another to try turning those underlying principles to his advantage, and truth be told, he hadn't been sure that this would achieve anything. Perhaps his intent played into the outcome; he wasn't acting out of selfishness, but out of a genuine desire to help this ailing beast relax and recover. And despite the odds, his meditative breathing managed to work a miracle. As the poor creature unwittingly synchronized with surroundings, its agitation melted away, replaced by a soothing calm in which healing could begin.

While the toa's efforts helped even more than he could have hoped for, the mere act of breathing could not mend the enormous boar's grisly wounds or clean away the contamination festering within. Once he felt sure that his new friend wouldn't lash out in unprovoked hostility, Lewa slowly moved aside to give Remilia a chance to work her own magic. He stayed close of course, continuing to run his hand through the beast's coarse bristles in an effort to keep it placated, but for now the Scarlet Devil was the star of the show. Having no inherent aversions to injury in organic beings, Lewa watched her hemomancy at work intently, fascinated by an ability that defied elemental classification. Her sorcery bore a few similarities to his sister Gali's power over water, both in appearance and effect, but he could not lump these abilities together in good faith. "What an incredible power," Lewa marveled, his tone low and soft so as to keep the convalescing boar unperturbed. "To be able to do such kindness for others, you must be a beloved doctor in your homeland."

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Playing Kuma would be super hilarious since he's just a bear. A bear that knows martial arts, but still.

World of Light

Deep Ground - the Source

Level 6 Goldlewis (162/60) Level 5 Sandalphon (91/50)
Blazermate, Susie, and Roland’s @Archmage MC, Midna’s @DracoLunaris, Geralt and Zenkichi’s @Multi_Media_Man, Sakura and Karin’s @Zoey Boey, Pit’s @Yankee, Roxas’ @Double, Giovanna
Word Count: 1323

At the periphery of the desperate struggle, on the bridge that connected Tycoon’s platform to the rest of the structure, Giovanna hesitated. She knew that her allies needed help, and she wanted to help them. But when she stared at the battle that embroiled them, she couldn’t force herself to move. It was overwhelming. Various unknown powers went off constantly all over the arena, courtesy of both Karen and Tycoon, and the chaos created a profound visual overload for someone poised to join mid-fight. As bad as all that was, the sound rattled her much more. Over the racket of weapons and abilities Giovanna heard the Seekers’ howls of pain and roars of anger. Worst of all were the last words, barely audible over the raucous din, but far more deleterious for morale.

It was all happening so fast. Karin disappeared, taken somewhere by Karen, and after he returned alone Sakura mounted a final desperate assault, doomed to fail. Zenkichi got eliminated, empowering Pit with his last breath, and even Geralt went down for a moment. That left the spotlight on Pit against Nox, while Roland challenged Karen. Susie seemed to be persevering against Tycoon, but before Gio could so much as issue a warning, Sam had assassinated her. “Dammit,” she breathed. Where was everyone else?!

Of course, Giovanna wasn’t naive enough to ask that. They were gone. Those who hadn’t already disappeared, like Blazermate, Sakura, and Sandalphon, would join them thanks to Tycoon’s spells sooner or later.

More than anything, the secret agent wondered what all these extra enemies were doing here to begin with. Having waited outside, she’d spotted the Consul’s car as it sped through the Cornice, but she’d seen nobody in it but C himself. Giovanna only knew Mephisto from last night and Nox from Xatow’s briefing this morning, but she’d definitely heard about Jetstream Sam. If she and Pit struggled against his much less infamous associate Mistral yesterday, the swaggering swordsman would be a problem. That issue paled in comparison to Karen Travers, though. Everyone in Midgar knew about the OSF’s top player, best in class. This had been a trap, Gio realized, and after getting caught, the Seekers had been gutted.

That was why Gio hesitated. They’d outnumbered their foes more than two to one, but now, only three Seekers remained. They couldn’t win. Not anymore. There was no point in trying. Spurred on by Rei’s whining, Giovanna began to step backward. This was a foregone conclusion. Nox was going to succeed. Just what that meant for them, Midgar, or the world, Giovanna had no idea. There might be nowhere she could run. But at least she wouldn’t die here. Charging in now would be suicide. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, her anguish writ strikingly plain on a face that seldom betrayed anything.

As she turned to run, however, Gio hesitated once more. Against all odds, a certain angel seemed to be holding his own. Amped up by Heat Riser, Pit moved and struck like lightning. Again and again he descended on Nox, and though the Xelor strove to regain control of the fight, he couldn’t teleport fast enough to keep up with his opponent. Even his time shield failed to halt Pit’s offense, though ultimately its threat swung the momentum back in Nox’s favor as Mephisto interfered. Even so, just as it seemed like his foes’ jaws were about to close, the angel turned the tables. Knocking Nox away gave Pit the opening he needed to dispatch the enemy medic, finally allowing the Seekers to make definitive progress. But Giovanna knew it was too little, too late.

Meanwhile, Roland made a mess. To fight these monsters, he became a monster himself, horrifically half-melted into a mass of twisted meat. In that form he launched a vicious attack that dealt Karen Travers grievous injury, overpowering his defensive abilities to leave the Septentrion hemorrhaging blood. “Urgh…” he gasped, immediately grasping the severity of his wound. “I’ll…be back.” With that he activated Teleportation and immediately vanished, but the threat he left behind hung ominously in the air.

After recovering, Nox left Mephisto to die and warped over to challenge Tycoon itself, alleviating the aggro on Jetstream Sam. For a few seconds the two fought together, their peerless blades carving into the giant machine like a Thanksgiving turkey. When Karen made his announcement, however, Nox turned to look at the Fixer, mildly impressed. Roland, Geralt, and Pit were all coming, fatigued and wounded but not yet broken, and even Giovanna finally found it in herself to join their charge. “Not bad,” Nox admitted, banishing his sword as Sam took aggro. Around him, noxins full of wakfu had begun to accumulate. His eyes slid closed. “Looks like I’m forced to call you.”

I’ll always be here for you, Noximilien…

A handful of noxins zoomed out, divebombing the approaching Seekers in explosions powered by stolen life energy. The others injected their wakfu into Nox, and when the Watchmaker spread his arms wide, two enormous mallets of pure energy formed. “I pray that this drainage of wakfu is worth it!”

He lifted the hammers and descended, smashing the arena with such strength that it instantly snapped off the bridge and hurtled down into the depths of the mako reactor. In an instant, none of his foes had ground to stand on. Whirling around, Nox brought the hammers around in the mother of all baseball swings. They struck Tycoon, and the machine god hurtled into the wall behind it, where it stuck fast in a crater of its own making.

Meanwhile, Nox’s last teammate was falling. “Nooooooox!” he yelled, his voice trailing off as he plummeted down.

Sandalphon was falling too, though she barely felt it. Somehow, though her body begged her to give in, she’d managed to stay conscious. Tycoon’s spells hadn’t hit her as she lay on the floor, perilously low on blood. Was that a blessing, or a curse? It didn’t feel right to ask Illia for more, after everything she’d done already, but Sandalphon couldn’t help but pray as she slid toward oblivion. Goddess, she thought, unable to so much as speak. Deliver us…

“Do not worry!” the Watchmaker called. He flew over toward the Guardian, mallets extended to either side. “It’ll be undone. It’ll all be undone! All the harm I’ve ever caused. All the suffering we’ve endured!” With one final motion he brought his hammers together, crushing Tycoon’s torso and head between them. The energy wave of their impact split the rest of its body -and the wall behind it- vertically, and as the crumbling scrap turned to ash, Nox seized the Guardian’s spirit. His mallets vanished, and from inside his chest he withdrew a glowing cube. “With this final offering, I’ll finally be able to do what no Xelor has done before!” Eyes wide, he fed the spirit to the Eliacube, and the sides of the artifact began to open. Light poured out from within, engulfing Nox, the Cornice, Deep Ground, Midgar, the Dystopiascape, and everything. “I win!”

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Goldlewis held his tongue for a moment, absorbing what he’d been told. This was an insane revelation to receive seconds before a climactic boss battle, but the arrival of Nox’s team threw a huge wrench in the Seekers’ plan. Of course, this wasn’t really up for debate, and he felt pretty sure that the others felt the same way. Whether or not Nox spoke the truth, his team couldn’t afford to lose one of the thirteen spirits they needed to defeat Galeem. That much was an immutable fact.

“Hate to break it to you,” the veteran began. “Bad shit happens to everyone. Happens to loads o’ good folks who don’t rightly deserve, every goddamn day. It ain’t fair.” His expression hardened. “So how many good folks did you happen to? How many got their lives unfairly cut short, just so that you could someday go back and right your wrongs? What makes you so worthy?””

Sandalphon stared at Nox, trying to parse the man beneath the mask. “It’s clear that any amount of sacrifice is justified if you cannot achieve your goal. At the same time, it seems like there’s a tiny part of you that isn’t completely gone. I understand your conviction; you must undo the evil you’ve wrought, so you must succeed. But even if you did manage to go back and save whoever it was you mentioned needing to save, could that person live with what you’ve done to make that happen?” She narrowed her eyes, her gaze questioning. “Could you?”

For a moment, Nox’s eyes were closed. When he opened them, however, they were as wide as saucers. In an instant, every ounce of resolve seemed to have drained from his body. He staggered drunkenly, almost falling to the ground. Karen stepped forward and grabbed the Watchmaker’s shoulder, trying to steady him, but Nox still dropped to his knees. Sandalphon watched, eyebrows slightly raised. Not believing for a moment that anyone could convince him, she only intended to use this conversation to buy time, but had she and the others actually gotten through to this madman, somehow? Or could this be some sort of ploy? Regardless, she kept her guard up, and after a moment, Nox lifted his gaze.

“Ten minutes!?” he cried, his tone utterly distraught. The intensity of it took Goldlewis aback. “All that wakfu spent for a jump of ten minutes in time?” Nox doubled over, holding his head in his hands as his voice grew more and more manic. “Two hundred years of researching and collecting wakfu for just ten measly minutes!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

His shriek was harrowing–the cry of a broken man. Karen wrenched away from him, perturbed, and even Sam looked baffled, while Mephisto cowed like he’d been physically struck. Consul C, looking on, just tilted his head. All around, the noxins lying in wait lost power, going dark and falling apart. Shaking, Nox removed a dim cube from his chest, staring at it in helpless anger. “You accursed thing! Why lie to me!?” he choked out, delirious with despair. “You were supposed to help me go back in time! To rejoin my family! Answer me!” He lifted the cube and smashed it against the ground. “ANSWER ME!”

In reply, the cube just electrocuted him, and the Watchmaker sagged to the ground, gasping in pain.

Sandalphon stared at the cube, her pupils turning back from exclamation marks to power symbols. Then she looked at Nox. Not an ounce of fight remained in him. Some sort of revelation had defeated him. Was this artifact the source of his power? “As far as I can tell, this is no more than a magical battery. You say it spoke to you?”

Slowly, Nox dragged himself up onto his hands and knees. “The cube…” he practically sobbed. “It really was talking to me. I was supposed to succeed…”

Frowning, Goldlewis stepped forward. “Sounds like you’re off your goddamn rocker to me. Surely you ain't tellin’ me all those poor folks bit the dust just ‘cause you were hearin’ things?” Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the veteran might have stepped forward to end things then and there, if not for noticing one thing. As Nox stared at him, at a loss for words, Goldlewis could see dark stains spreading among the bandages on his face. Were those…tears?

After a moment Nox stood, staring off into the distance. He took a gasping breath, and said, “I’m sorry.” Then he blinked away, never to be seen again.

In the silence that followed, wherein the Seekers wondered about the import of Nox’s words, Mephisto was the first to speak. “W-what is this!?” the boy gasped, white-knuckling his staff. “He just…we were supposed to…” He looked over at all the Seekers, then fell on his rear, trembling. “Why!? Can’t I have anything? Is my life just a…just a goddamn joke?”

Even Jetstream Sam grit his teeth, clearly dispirited by the team leader’s abrupt and inexplicable disappearance. “What a letdown.”

“...There’s still a way,” Karen muttered after a moment, his voice low and deadly serious. “The Red Strings. Even without Nox, we can still go back in time.” He scowled at Sam and Mephisto. “Lost your nerve, have you? No matter.” He stepped forward toward the Seekers, cracking his knuckles. “I’ll see this mission through.”

Goldlewis snorted in derision. “Hmph. You got some guts to take us on alone, partner. I’ll give ya that.” Emboldened by the dramatic reduction in enemies, he hefted his coffin, ready to fight. “Alrighty then. Come and give us all you’ve got.”

Just before the fight could begin, however, a shot rang out. Goldlewis flinched, assuming a defensive stance, but the bullet struck Tycoon instead. The machine god stirred, and when Goldlewis looked over at the source, he saw C with a smoking gun. Holstering his huge black pistol, the Consul sauntered forward toward the arena. “Quite a turn this has taken. Just the kind of drama I was hoping to see.” He stopped next to Mephisto, crossing his arms. “Still, we don’t want this to be too easy for ya, right? With Nox outta the picture, someone’s gotta sub in to take his place. Won’t be a full party otherwise.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Plus, I’ll get yelled at if I sit back and let you guys squash the guardian. The others take this stuff so seriously…” He glanced down at Mephisto. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun. Right, kid?”

The medic had clearly given up. “I…”

C reached down and touched his face. His magic worked in an instant, rewriting reality. Mephisto transformed, becoming an avian monstrosity with a black halo, a little like the Consul’s own. The sudden escalation took Sandalphon by surprise, her pupils turning into crosshairs as she jumped back and crouched into a firing stance, her Eye of Sol at the ready. The monster let out a warped cry that shook the arena, a hideous song that seemed to buff Karen and Sam a little. “What did you do?” the archangel demanded.

The Consul shrugged again. “Just keeping things interesting, like I said. Don’t worry though, I’ll play by the rules from here. My script has no room for accidents, got it?” On the other side of the Seekers, Tycoon unfolded its wings and slammed the ground like a war drum with its arms. Thanks to his helmet, C was already grinning. “Let’s rock.”

“That’s my line,” Goldlewis scoffed, but he was more than happy to oblige.

Breathing in, Sandalphon relaxed and stood to her full height. Though she didn’t understand what was happening, and her trigger finger itched, there was too much riding on the Seekers to get impatient now. It fell to her allies to make sure these leftover villains got their just resorts, and to her to keep the Seekers alive.

The Under - Dreams of Light

Level 13 Ms Fortune (90/130)
The Koopa Troop’s @DracoLunaris, Primrose and Therion’s @Yankee, Sectonia’s @Archmage MC, Ganondorf’s @Double, Jesse’s @Zoey Boey
Word Count: 1479

Though every one of the Seekers went into this final fight familiar with the overall game plan, the face-paced scramble against the Hollow Knight demanded that everyone live in the moment if they wanted to stay alive, pushing the team’s endgame to the back of Nadia’s mind. When the time finally came, courtesy of Organization XIII’s emissary, to dive to the heart of the matter, the memory of what lay in store for her forced the feral to steel herself. Then, with astonishing swiftness, she was plunged into the vessel’s dreams. The surreal final stage of the Seekers’ slugfest against Robin Goodfellow meant that this immersion didn’t come as a total shock, but Nadia didn’t know if she could ever get used to this sort of thing. Actually dreaming was one thing, but this was another. The clouds billowed with no breeze to stir them, and a strange sense of weightlessness meant that every motion took a concerted effort; just existing here was a fight to assert herself in a place where she fundamentally didn’t belong.

Then of course, there was the Radiance. She didn’t fly so much as float, staring down with unblinking, almost astonished eyes at the intruders who’d penetrated her real. The invader had become the invaded, and she was not happy, insofar as the almost celestial entity could express emotion. Her very presence scorched the minds of her challengers, threatening to slowly boil them from the inside out. Nadia knew she’d better get used to this dreamscape fast, and focus on the task at hand. The moment she turned her attention to more practical concerns, a sense of aggravation helped center her. If the Radiance planned to stay airborne, after all, hitting it would be a major hassle. Not even her bait launcher would help, since it materialized tigers wherever its steaks came to rest. That rather begged the question as to why she would get this close at all, but maybe the Seekers felt as wrong to her as she did to them. Well, if annihilation was a foregone conclusion, then Nadia meant to win. “Hey there! If you’re not happy to see us, don’t worry! You’ll be de-lighted real soon!”

Right away, blazing beams of light scoured the arena, several at once, flowing forth from the eyes of the Radiance. Like many of the others, Nadia moved to evade them. Her own eyes couldn’t shoot out lasers, but they were keen enough to perceive the barely-visible threads that preceded the actual rays, betraying her enemy’s aim. She saw Ganondorf try to return fire, but his summons’ projectiles’ slow arcs made them ineffective. In reply, the Radiance called down a thick pillar of light that traveled across the arena. It looked deadly, and if the battlefield were smaller it would have been a major issue, but Nadia was quick and the wall didn’t last long. A much more prominent threat appeared right after: an abundance of ivory blades that rained down from above, as lethal and linear as icicles. As the Radiance herself warped around, Nadia turned her attention skyward with gritted teeth. “This is sworda annoying.” Her frame was more than slender enough to thread the needle between these falling blades, but they provided a potent distraction. As she strove to stay dry in the pouring rain, an idea struck her instead of a blade.

While Ganondorf broke away from the group to jump at the Radiance, Primrose’s Makami and Rika in tow, Nadia tucked her hands beneath her arms and pulled off her hands. When she tensed her muscles, blood sprayed out across the polished stone around her like water from two hoses. Stepping onto the blood allowed her rigging to activate, and as the mechanical arms folded out from her backpack, their cannons took aim at the Radiance. “Ready to rocket!” She opened fire, and homing missiles of Hydro energy corkscrewed through the air. They hunted their target down, but their fire rate -only two every three seconds- left a lot to be desired. If nothing else, her intermittent barrage gave Primrose some covering fire as the dancer got close enough to follow up Ganondorf’s trident flurry with Ravaging Confession. More sun rays blasted the warlord back, however, and Primrose descended again soon after.

Rika and Kamek could get more airtime, allowing them to batter the Radiance with muck and magic. Nadia supported them while still skating, and the others quickly joined in their efforts, Primrose with her golden beads and Ganondorf with Blast Hornet’s drones. For a moment the projectiles pounded the Radiance, though the boss quickly returned fire with a flurry of swordblades like giant flechettes followed by homing light orbs. “Wow, this thing really has it out for you,” she teased Ganondorf, curious if his affinity for darkness was to blame. Therion took the chance to springboard off him, then left the big brute to deal with the orbs as he leaped up to administer a tremendous gout of flame. Eyes narrowed, Nadia let off two more watery drills, and on contact they reacted with Therion’s fire to proc Vaporize, adding insult to injury. “Hah! We make a good s-team!”

Her dedication to puns cost her, however, as silvery spikes suddenly burst up from the ground. “Agh!” she yelped, using the blood from her new stab wounds to help her spring away. When she landed, it was on dry ground, and her shipgirl equipment promptly folded up again. “Bull-ship! You’re s’posed to be rigged in my favor!” Her strategy hadn’t profited her, though, so while Bowser took up the mantle with his own cannons, the feral charged forward. Kamek’s kaleidoscopic elements joined the bombardment against the Radiance as she approached, blazing a colorful trail. The boss continued to teleport around, forcing her opponents to retarget her as she summoned arrays of gleaming nails that traveled horizontally.

Even so, Nadia pushed forward. This would be tight, but her agility and instincts would see her through. She sidestepped, hopped, airdashed, and fell through the razor waves, repeating each motion with equal parts speed and precision. Others got pushed back or pinned down, but she pushed through the patterns, until finally she got close enough to launch a Fiber Upper and snap up into the air to get her first taste of the Radiance. “Nyaow we’re talking!” In quick succession she landed Claws for Concern, Footloose, and El Gato, before finishing with Feral Edge, both boxcutters drawn and extended. New Moon gave the ensuing impact a silvery splash, complimenting Sectonia’s dark lightning. The next moment the boss teleported again, but drawing blood had fired Nadia up. She landed ready for round two.

By now, the Seekers had really spread out. Nadia noticed that the Radiance couldn’t really teleport anywhere without ending up near someone. That meant that the feral could wear herself out in pursuit, risking an approach through the dream invader’s relentless projectiles, or wait like a cat at a mouse hole for the Radiance to come to her. She waited for a moment in Sven’s Healing Waters, watching as the celestial thing replied to Sectonia’s void globules with light orbs. Her plan wasn’t intermittent cannon fire from her rigging, though. Sure enough, the Radiance ended up near her after a couple warps, and Nadia unleashed her plan.

As the Guardian unleashed a bursting blossom of twelve swordblades, the catgirl transformed into a bolt of lightning, blasting into and through the Radiance to materialize behind her back. When Nadia materialized, however, she reappeared with one of the flechettes jammed beneath her collarbone and out through her back. She yelped in pain, seeing stars. While her numbness lowered her pain sensitivity by a lot, this wasn’t something she could shrug off. Nevertheless, the feral shook her head to clear it, and pushed through the pain to complete her attack. Boxcutters outstretched, she began to spin vertically, slicing into the boss’s back again and again as she descended. It was too soon for New Moon, but Battery activated to add some extra electric punch to the first two slashes, so while the Radiance teleported again before Nadia finished she felt confident that she left it hurting.

Of course, the feral was really hurting herself, so after landing she dropped her boxcutters and pulled out the Ripened Heart. After a night’s rest the magical organ seemed fully charged, and once a jolt from it jumpstarted Nadia’s healing, she could get back to dodging projectiles–and coming up with better plans. She got moving just in time not to get stabbed as the Radiance summoned more floor spikes, covering fifty percent of the arena, before more beams of light blazed forth.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Lewa

Considering that the beast could have very easily panicked and attacked the instant Lewa made himself known, the toa saw his potential friend's somewhat ambivalent response as extremely positive. No progress had been made, of course, but at least further progress could be made. Newfound hope brightened his eyes as he prepared to take the next few crucial steps. He did not get ahead of himself, however, or let his enthusiasm blind him. As positive as things seemed to be going so far, something was definitely wrong. Maybe the boar should have responded more vehemently. Just as Lewa was beginning to notice the irregularities in its appearance, the fur matted and blackened with dried blood, Remilia hovered over to bring him up to speed.

Lewa listened in a state of intense focus, though her explanation was brief. As he suspected, the boar was in bad shape, enough so that Remilia judged its days to be numbered. Although he'd be sad to see such a majestic beast go, its kind were evidently not rare around here at the moment, and death was an inescapable part of nature. If the boar's life was his only concern, Lewa wouldn't be inclined to disappear. The problem lay in what the animal could do to the struggling villagers nearby, whether in a rage driven by pain or disease, or just as a result of its everyday activities. He paused, his eyes narrowing as the Scarlet Devil made her suggestion. Given the boar's enormity, a nonlethal takedown would be very difficult. Lewa doubted he harbored the strength to stun it, should that opportunity even arise. Maybe Onua could, but not the Toa of Air. It seemed just as unlikely that his weapon of choice could be used to inflict nonlethal damage. Axes were made for felling things, be they they trees or foes. And could his elemental power even budge a beast of this size? His only option would be some sort of trap. The trees around here featured, a distinctive lack of vines, though. A pitfall, maybe...?

Even with a mask on, Lewa couldn't hide his uneasiness. "That would be...difficult," he told Remilia, succinctly summarizing his thoughts. Not for the first time, he found himself wishing that his sister Gali was here. Water could cleanse and soothe, and it sounded like this poor creature needed both. Living things might need air to breathe, but wind couldn't enliven or rejuvenate.

Or could it?

Rather than continuing to speak, Lewa diverted his attention and looked around the forest-ringed clearing. Everything here, from the smallest insect to the biggest tree, needed air. The flow of carbon dioxide from animals and oxygen from plants created a sustained cycle, uniting all forms of life. Everything moved to a certain natural rhythm, a beat like the drums of Le-koro...no, like the rhythmic rise and fall of lungs. Lewa could hear it--the boar's breath that came in strained, irregular heaves. Its rhythms had been damaged, destabilized. By what, he could not guess, but anything that was broken could be fixed again. Life would find a way, but sometimes it needed a little help.

Lewa stepped away from Remilia, and began to breathe. He took deep breaths, in and out, and he repeated this action, the air around him began to move. In, and out. In, and out. Bit by bit, it got louder. Stronger. It was a pulse, like the heartbeat of life itself. Not a threat, like a gathering storm, but a symphony with an open invitation, inviting all to join. Like music, it could be irrepressible, but calming and comfortable. Lewa believed that a natural harmony united all living things. The boar was hurt, agitated, distracted, out of sync with nature, but it could still recover. It could rest, still its addled mind, and kickstart its regeneration, all systems go...if it just got back on beat.

"Breathe, my friend," Lewa said softly, getting closer. If he could approach, he would lay his hands on the beast's body and stroke it, slow and gentle. "Breathe..." Around him, the forest itself seemed to breathe with him, begging all to join in the choir, consciously or unconsciously. Hopefully, this would allow the boar to relax.

World of Light

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

True, that's fair.

Aaaah, alright, gotcha. Then a slight change of plans, I'll participate in the IC after the current boss fight event is over, but before the relaunch.

@Izurich

Great, sounds like a plan. I'll look forward to your applications, and I hope you enjoy reading through our stuff. Unfortunately not all the resources are up to date.

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I don't particularly think that grinding levels is necessary or is even really viable. The amount of extra work you have to put in per post to get above 3 exp is pretty prohibitive.

You could wait until the relaunch, but it's not like everything's going to be wiped out or undone, it's essentially just going to be a new thread that picks up close to where we left off with this one. It would be fine to wait through the next two and a half weeks or so until the boss fights conclude, but I'd say to join the fun after that. Plus, there will be some extra changes with the relaunch that makes application a little less lucrative than the current offer.

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@Lugubrious Pssst, is this still accepting new applicants?

If yes, I also have a followup question, do you have any systems that can help a fresh new Lvl 1 PC to contribute to the party without being uselessly insignificant?

@Izurich

Hey there! We're always accepting, and would be very glad to have you. Level isn't the end-all be-all, since it's very possible to choose a character with some sort of ability or utility that's always useful at every stage of the game. We're lacking in abilities that don't relate to combat, for instance.

Right now we're at an interesting point in the story, though. We're smack dab in the middle of two of the big boss fights that wrap up our current arcs. After that, we're essentially going to do some fun minigames. We're also probably going to do a relaunch in order to shake things up a bit. So in the spirit of said relaunch, I'd be willing to grant you entry at Level 5 rather than Level 1. Would that help?