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Lv. 48
HP: 199/506 SP: 337/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


"The one thing we can do, Klein." Mags responded from the darkness.

With a great sprint, she charged the patchworm immortal. However, right as she came into view, her body dropped to the muddy floor. With five points of contact being shins, knuckles, and forehead, she slid towards the man in an act of utter prostration. Her body began to collect the ick on the ground, piling on as her back feet dug into the muddy earth to counteract her brutish strength.

"Kabedon!" She yelled with a furious amount of intent. She didn't realize that what she was actually doing was a dogeza. Though, an actual kabedon in this situation could have worked... Well. If ol' Patches was against a wall, it could have. It just needed to make his heart flutter.
Lv. 48
HP: 199/506 SP: 292/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


With a powerful crash, Mags slammed into the wall. Yea. She probably should have aimed that at something. With a powerful hurk, blood was hacked out of her mouth as she felt (not really, her sensitivity dulled it) the collision rattle her bones. Well. She at least learned something from doing it twice in a row. What that something is was up to debate.

She took a short break against the wall. Really, if only Amulak wasn't as trigger happy. Then, Mags could have just thrown herself at the man and played it off as an accident. Hearing the smack being talked about her from the man, she yelled back at mudcorpse-like man.

"It's called limit testing honey, look it up."

Really, she was going to shit rock this man if it came down to it. Well. Probably not. She'd probably lose against the wall if she continued her testing.
Lv. 48
HP: 253/506 SP: 382/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Well, that didn't work. Who knew that leaping at someone with a frozen body didn't work. Not Mags, that's who. The ghostly dark enveloped her. Nothing attacked her guts yet, thankfully. She couldn't punch a ghost in the face after all. Well, if one time didn't work...

With thundering footsteps, Mags did the exact same move: a flying, frozen belly flop but from the dark. This time, however, she unleashed a mighty (re: not that mighty) war cry.

"Wouldn't it be funny if this was just some player?" Her battle words rang out as she flew in from the darkness, her body taught as she flew.
oye oye oye
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Mags summoned something alright. A mud man with an axe. Well, at least it was corporeal this time around. Though, having some kind of liquid goo man reconstruct after every blow would be annoying. Maybe there would some actual core beneath the mud.

Mags couldn't hear Klein or Amulak mumbled. After all, if they wanted to tell her anything, they had to speak up. Though, in her mind, she understood exactly what was saying.

Be idiot.

After Amulak's twin spears flew past her, she joined in on the assault. With a flying body slam, she leapt at the muddy axeman. However, this assault was different. She had activated the Bulldozer as soon as her feet left the ground. Her body entered the counter stance, more closely resembling a broken animation flying through the air. Would it even work? It was hard to tell what was actually the game and what was Mags being a certified doofus. For all she knew, she could have just been flying at the man while holding a dumb position.
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


With Mags' brain turned to autopilot from the heat melting what little grey matter she had, she easily followed the pack. As in, she didn't rouse any sort of trouble for a brief period. She was too busy feeling icky because of the sweat that clung to her snakeskin robes. The occasional trash mob gave her little reason to think. Her man hands would crush the skull of any ghoul in a trivial manner. The ghosts? Eh, that wasn't her job.

Though, as direction faded to aimless movement, something horrible happened to the group.

Mags began to think again.

Her pack mentality was gone now. The cool air that wicked away the remnants of sweat refreshed her dumb way of thinking.

Without so much of an ounce of hesitation, she began to rebel against the horrifying atmosphere. Rather than cautiously approach and light up the way like Ames, Mags just decided to no balls the scenario. She stepped away from Ames, the red-haired warrior no longer feeling the safety in numbers that was so emboldened by a literal ape.

With brutal claps that gave into thundering echoes in the caverns, Mags chanted a bizarre hymn against the cruel spirits that inhabited the cave.

"If I ain't rest 'cause of y'all," her voice boomed as she walked further and further into the darkness, "y'all ain't rest 'cause of me!"
i may drop this (at least temporarily) because i have reached the hell zone of my schedule
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Well, her joke got an appropriate level of response.

On the topic of escape, Mags gave a good nod. As much as she was curious on what would happen, she didn't really want to be boiled alive. Her health pool was already pretty low from her bad decisions.

"This looks like a job for me."

Using her brutish strength and her pickaxe, she began to cut footholds into the steep drop down. Really, it was just like climbing a mountain. Not that Mags had ever done that, so her attempts were pretty clumsy. Kind of like an ape bashing a spike into a wall. She was born and raised in flat land, after all. After she managed to raise herself a foot off the ground, she dropped back down to the ground.

"I could try to throw some of you guys up."

Truly, she was the genius of a generation.
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Even with the rough tumbling onto Amulak and Klein, Mags didn't really apologize for anything as she got up. Really, if Klein didn't want to be thrown, he wouldn't have fallen into Mags. If Amulak didn't want to have Klein thrown into him, he shouldn't of stood in the way.

With a sweaty huff, she looked around her new surroundings. Magma, eggs pods, and heat. That's what there was.

"We're in a brood pit." She said as she approached one of the eggs. What did this all remind her of... It reminded her of something but she could barely place it. It was some old movie she watched years ago with her dad. As Ames poked around at one and became panicked over what was inside, Mags took Raime's advice to heart and did the exact opposite. She remembered the film like a bolt of lightning. With a quick spin, she turned to the rest of the group with her hands on her face. Mimicking a spider-like creature, her palms blocked her mouth while her fingers gripped the sides of her face and thumbs mimicked a tail.

Jokingly muffled yelps of fright came out of her as she fought with this self-made parasitoid threat.
It was another evening for Roku. Familiar sounds filled the kitchen. A hot iron sizzled as it cooked an egg. The rice cooker waited as the rice turned to a puffy state. Roku's familiar cutting noises. The crunch of vegetables under a knife. The collision of cutting board and blade. The sound of meat splitting under blade. Really, cooking was something Roku was always proud of. It was something he had done for a long time, as evidenced by every task being finished at once. He made a lot. After all, martial practitioners were often slaves to their appetite. He assembled each bento box with an eye for detail. The octopus and crab sausages were place among the rice, egg, and vegetables. The theme of these boxes were a day at the beach. Was it accurate? About as much as a bento could be.

As day turned night, his duties and obligations to his personal life were completed. The lunches for the dojo were placed in the fridge. He kept five of the boxes for himself. After all, who knew if someone would be hungry at the agency!

So Roku entered the Shokuden as he always did. His mission history wasn't exactly the most tenured, but he remained a consistent figure for those in the Shokuden. Even if he just appeared every now and again between training to offer a meal for the night.

"Bento, anyone?" He asked everyone "I'll trade some for a mission~."
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