Burger

Neo Sorairo

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People with psychic abilities can be stronger than normal, indeed. However, you wrote down that even a strong Striker would have difficulty handling that weapon without providing any explanation about how she could do so when not using her transformation. The logical conclusion is that she can't use her own weapon when not transformed based on your description alone.

The weight was indeed excessive for a weapon that seems to be just a simple big stick, a sword of that size that weighed more than 8 pounds would already be impractically heavy IRL, just for the sake of comparison.

@KoL

I did, I thought. I never said people other than her couldn't wield it, I said that it was so heavy it was difficult and bizarre to use. The blade becomes weightless when swung in clean arcs, which is how Yui uses it. Okinami isn't actually a sword meant for brutes, it's a sword that relies on perfect technique. A brute would be thrown off balance because the blade can shift from near weightlessness to super heavy in a split second.

The point of the sword is its weight, sort of. It's not just a big sword that cleaves things in twain because it's big. It's supposed to be a sword that's used with non-standard forms. A second body rather than an extension of the arm, so to speak.

And Yui isn't supposed to be a master of it. She has some aptitude, but she's still supposed to learn how to perfectly use it.

Neo Sorairo

From what I’m understanding, there’s no way that your character can wield such a heavy weapon without relying on her transformation, which lasts for short periods. It makes no sense if she can do so.

I suggest you review that before I can give her the green light.

@KoL

That was more of a spitball. It's stated that people have higher physical prowess from psychic capabilities, and I didn't really see a quantifiable strength I could compare it to. Didn't know how hard I was supposed to go, so it's been nerfed down to the weight of a normal small person.

Neo Sorairo

late night POWER

One Lazy Goil

• Name: Nakamura Yui

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Striker

• Nationality: Japanese

• Appearance: 5'2" (157.5 cm), 115 pounds (52.2 kg)

• Bio: The lackadaisical daughter of war hero parents in a military family, Yui was destined for greatness. Together with her two brothers, they shared an incredible upbringing. However, unlike her siblings, Yui didn't have much of a drive to reach any pinnacle of strength. In fact, she didn't have much of a drive to do anything. She did what her parents told her, but only did the bare minimum. Unlike her brothers, she didn't train until her organs shifted in her body and she vomited blood. Her aptitude was there, but her determination wasn't.

While she didn't have much drive for fighting invaders, her parents certainly did. They instilled upon her hundreds of years of military knowledge and technique. From feudal times to the Second Genesis, her family had taken arms during every conflict. Yui, along with her siblings, was to do the same for the future. Without any real reason to decline the future her parents created for her (besides saying she didn't feel like it—an invalid excuse), she had applied to the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy: Yamato.

• Armament: With a 6' blade and a 2' handle, Okinami is an abnormally large sword. Styled in the manner of a traditional Japanese sword, Okinami lacks one fundamental: the tsuba. Lacking any sort of hand guard, the sword adheres to one principal: absolute offense. The blade of the sword consists of two components. The outer layer is made from an extremely durable alloy that protects a wire core. Made from a highly unstable element, the ultra-heavy core rapidly decays into two ultra-light isotopes. However, when electricity passes through the core, the isotopes reform into the core. This means that the blade can, using electricity stored within the hilt, freely control its own weight via controllers within the battle wrap, from 5 pounds to 75.

• Psychic Drive: Yui has the ability to supercharge her internals in stages. Affectionately named Ignition Engine, Yui can forcefully increase her physical capabilities at a cost to her health. This generally only lasts for short durations, however. When her Ignition Engine wears off, her body begins to revert to its original form—at any cost. The duration and stage when she returns dictates the damage that results from the rapid changes. This can range from exhaustion and broken bones to, in worst case scenarios, death.

The first stage puts every organ in her body into maximum overdrive. Her heart beats twice as fast and her brain works overtime. Each muscle tears itself into two, then rapidly regenerates. Each vein on her body swells to the surface and her skin turns a flush red. While the strain is tremendous, her physical capabilities practically double.

The second stage starts a dangerous metamorphosis. Her skin begins to crystallize and resemble durable scales. Her internal body heat begins to boil her blood and her physical capabilities begin to double once again. Most notably, a crystalline horn begins to form on her forehead, along with small crystal spikes that form on her back.

For the sake of her own safety, Yui has only gone beyond the first stage once.

• Extra:

• Despite not wanting to do anything, she's surprisingly reliable whenever asked to do something.
• She's a rather avid reader, but loses interest in every book at around the half-way point.
• She can sustain herself for years on a strict diet of soda and potato chips.

• Sample Post:

"Come on, that cruel voice commanded, you can do better than that!"

"Kind of can't." Yui moaned.

For a military family, discipline was key. From a young age, they were to be trained into the finest soldiers the Nakamuras could offer to the world. For Yui, this was a hellish training session that she participated in out of obligation. For mere training, it was absurd. Push a car half a kilometre? Sure, it was a kei car, but what sort of father forced their twelve year old child to push a car that far? Despite her objections, she pushed. Foot after foot, the car moved towards its goal. Her bones ached and her muscles screamed at her. Soon, the back tires passed over a thick white line.

"Aaaaand I'm done."

Yui collapsed onto the ground and her voice rang out like a hymn from the angels. Even if it was only self-assurance, it was a brief moment of respite. An exasperated sigh escaped from the lips of her father as he walked away from her. Her exhausted body refused to listen to any command her brain sent. She just wanted to lay on the ground and take in the sun. Breath in the atmosphere, as they would say. It was a really nice day out. She would easily beat up one of her brothers to get some snacks and a nice book. To just laze in the summer heat would be enjoyable, she thought. Much more enjoyable than training.

"Yui!" That cruel voice yelled out, "time for sword practice!"

With a heavy groan, Yui sat up from her lazy stupor. If only to get another moment lazing around, she would train. Well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, anyways.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Surprisingly, Ash still had the strength to make it up the tree. Safety, more or less. If they were in the tree, they were safe from whatever was on the ground. Unless those things could climb. If they could climb, then the trio was more or less a meaty fruit waiting to be plucked.

Could bears climb?

It didn't really matter right now, did it?

Vivid recollections of her training reminded her of the danger of the wilds. Wolves were, in every way besides thumbs, stronger than humans. This wolf specifically, as hauntingly beautiful as it was, was strong. They had a good sense of smell, didn't they? It could probably tell that they were in the tree. It could probably just wait out the three. But the wolf slept underneath them. As if to say 'you're not even a threat, even if I'm defenseless,' the wolf had begun to rest beneath them. It was probably right, too. The trio could barely deal with two goblins wielding a shoddy dagger and wood club. A wolf would, without a doubt, slaughter them in a fight to the death. The only way they could win was if the wolf decided that fighting the trio wasn't worth the effort.

But that was if the wolf was a threat. If the wolf had been an ally spurred by Kur-Innus to protect the trio, then it was most likely the only thing. What were the chances of that, though? This wasn't some fairy tale land. This was reality - twisted and cruel, but reality nonetheless.

Right now, Ash just wanted to rest. Her wound had mostly clotted, but the blood loss still made her mind fade.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

I'm fine, Ash had answered. She wasn't anywhere close to fine, but that's what she told Muu. The path back to their new home had been lost. When the sun rose once more, they could simply walk towards it to reach the coast. The night, however, was the greatest obstacle. If something happened, they couldn't run. Though, with the exception of Muu, none of them could run in the first place. With the howl of the wolf, Ash began to think. Why did the wolf howl? If it had been on the hunt, why wouldn't it stay quiet?

"Just... stay together. It's... one wolf."

It was a wolf. Ash's mind said she would be safe. Predators didn't like risk, she thought. They wouldn't attack humans unless they were starved. Was that really the case though? They were attacked by goblins. What would make a wolf different? Would the morsel that Ash had offered to the forest act as a blessing, or would it be discounted as it had been offered during daylight? Ash's mind was full of questions.

She just wanted to get back to the church. Then, the pain could go away, she could eat, and finally sleep.

What alien race would you be?

Umgah, the best race.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Christmas came early.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

A cripple. That's what Ash was. If they were attacked by a group of equal size, then it would be practically confirmed that they would perish. The chance that they would be followed by a goblin was, in Ash's head, unlikely. What was a bigger risk was wild animals. Bears and wolves had acute senses of smells, Ash thought. Especially bears. Her mind kept wandering. It kept the pain off her mind. She was used to it, she told herself. She didn't know why she kept on telling herself this, but it was what little warmth she could find in this cold, cruel situation.

Ash understood where she was going, more or less. They headed west, towards the mountains. To return, they needed to head east. AKA, their backs to the mountains. The biggest issue was the waning daylight. It was dangerous at night. She had to keep it in her mind on where the moon rose and stars appeared. They would be their guide at night. Andeave was on the coast, so as long as they could reach the sea, they could find the city.

Matteo opened his mouth to mutter whatever that concussed brain of his was thinking. Ash would have preferred to listen to the suspicious sounds of nature, but the stress of an odd noise every so often made her want to avoid listening to the forest.

"They... were more experienced," she quietly uttered, "but we beat them with numbers and dumb strength." The win, Ash had thought, was completely hollow. Pyrrhic, even. But she learned something. Matteo had muttered something about how adventurers worked. "The issue is us. None of us did what we were supposed to." Recollections of the fight fluttered in Ash's mind as she tried to analyze what had happened. "I have a bow, but had no room to use it. You have a dagger, but you were caught by a goblin. Thief isn't... isn't just a fancy name. I'm not sure what a Blade Dancer does, but the point stands. We all did the same thing there. What I'm saying is, we need more people. In MMO terms, we're running a ranged DPS, a melee DPS, and an assassin as melee DPS. We'd need a tank to take the heat off of us, an off-tank to protect, and - most importantly - a healer."

She delivered the final word in a sardonic tone. Not out of malice, however. It was more because she was in pain and having a healer would have abated it. Matteo continued his comments, this time about getting home. "Rivers don't just flow to the sea. They flow into lakes and other rivers too. As long as we have the mountains behind us, we should reach the sea."

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Breath in, breath out. The nauseating exhaustion that slowed her began to subside. Adrenaline that had been empowering her had faded and she was left with a heart that felt as though it was going to pop out of her chest. Her leg began to hurt even more. How she pulled through was a mystery to her. However, now wasn't the time to rest. The wilds wasn't their ally. Not now, anyways. Who could imagine what kind of monster cleaned up these scenes?

The duty of collecting their precious loot had been relegated onto the exhausted Ash. She wasn't really able to find much. There was probably a rusty knife between where the goblin had died and where Ash was tackled, but had it been thrown off it would be nigh impossible to find. The mostly decapitated goblin had some dirty metal earrings, but they were just that. Dirty metal earrings. In fact, Ash wasn't really able to tell if they were actually metal. If she just cut the ear off...

No. Experience was enough. Ash still had enough money to eat. What was most important was getting back to the church and getting healed.

She turned to Muu. Broken and despaired, Muu had collapsed crying. Ash had walked up to her and gently placed her right hand on Muu's back.

"Hey," she softly whispered, "you did great. Everything's going to be okay. We need to move, though."

After a quick and gentle rub, she held her right hand out for Muu.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Ah.

It worked.

Tired from cleaving, Ash huffed and huffed. The urge to vomit filled her throat as she weezed and huffed, but she refused to. She tried her hardest not to. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to take slow, deep breaths in an effort to not get sick. Not a single thought crossed her mind. Huffing like a kid at fat camp, her body feeling like it was going to give out. She opened her eyes to the decapitated goblin.

It was less disgusting than she thought. The deer was much worse. Even the rabbit made her feel worse. The goblin was, instead, coated in enough red to conceal most of the damage. There were no organs to touch and deal with, blood to let, or anything. It was simply a corpse. It was a mushy, blood covered body with no life.

And that was it.

There was no point in dwelling on it. As much as Ash wanted to rest, she couldn't. Looking over to Muu revealed the other goblin fleeing. The three of them were, technically, safe. If Ash had more energy, she could have nocked an arrow and fired. She couldn't spare enough energy to reach for her bow.

Her machete coated in a thick viscera, she instinctively dragged it across the riverbed. She had no interest in carrying a blood-soaked machete with her.

"Let's... take what we can... and get out of here."