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Current That isekai idea works until you take into account the advanced part and include things like AI, brain machine interfaces, etc. Knowledge can just be downloaded.
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Some day's I regret setting foot in this site.
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What do you mean by added? Like to a PM or something?
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What the pog doin?
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Unless you love kids a little too much, then a prison sentence is what can be done about it.
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Well looks like I'm joining another RP...

Might make a fallen angel of death. That or an eldritch horror, although the Pretender seems to cover that somewhat with it's causation of fear and whatnot.
Alastor nodded as he gathered his things and walked over to the open dishwasher, placing his plate and utensils inside as he listened to Andy's routine for the day and his warnings.

"Alright," he said, walking over to a nearby shelf to examine the spines of various books. "I myself might wander a bit. Find out more about you people since it seems as though I shall be staying here for the forseeable future."

Falling silent, the Laizu continued to examine the books, even taking a couple out to investigate their contents. From what he read, human speech was just as primitive when written as it was when spoken, though he didn't mind that much. There had been other races he'd heard of with languages far more complex or abstract than his own, so it was somewhat refreshing to find a tongue so simplistic in nature.

Moving on from the books, Alastor sat down on the couch as Andy finished getting ready, only rising to his feet once the jangle of keys could be heard and the human himself could be seen standing near the door, which was held open slightly. Watching as he headed out for the day, leaving a pair of keys behind on the counter as he swung the door shut, Alastor finally got to his feet and walked back into his own room. Finding the clothes he had worn yesterday, he changed into them, picked up his cane, and strode back over to the counter. Grabbing the keys he left the apartment, making sure to lock it behind him once he'd figured out how, and made his way out onto the sidewalk.

Surveying the area a bit, he eventually decided to go find someone-or somewhere-that could tell him more about the most advanced forms of technology currently available to the human race. They might not have unlocked dimensional travel, but perhaps he could retrofit some existing tech to suit his own purposes instead. He also made a mental note to find out more about human history as well. If he could figure out how their societies advanced over the years, then perhaps he could learn how to blend into it better.

Alastor also made a mental note of the draining he'd performed on that man in the clothing shop, deciding to experiment more with it when he got the chance. If not to see its effects on the human form, then at least to find a way of mitigating whatever hold it might have over him.

It wouldn't do to have his plans ruined from a frenzy induced feeding after all.



Location: The City - Dio's Mansion.




Dracula nodded, watching Dio's display with amusement veiled interest. So his power, this Stand, was an extension of his own soul and able to manipulate the physical world to boot? The old vampire had to admit it was a very interesting ability. A very interesting ability indeed.

"I understand completely," Dracula replied, tapping a claw against the base of the glass idly. "I must do much the same myself, albeit with a much vaguer schedule. There is only one pressing matter to which I need to attend back home, and even then it is not so urgent that I need to rush."

Despite the fact that he still wished for a true death, Dracula had to admit that he didn't mind taking his time about it. Perhaps it was the last vestiges of his mortal selves primal survival instincts, the fact that after so many years spent in isolation he finally had a worthwhile source of conversation, or the fact that he did not wish to return and be forced to come to blows with his son yet again that was keeping him here, but he didn't feel any real need for expediency in this particular situation.

At least not until he had sated his curiosity about this place a bit more.

"Anyway," he began, returning his attention to his host. "I suppose I should let you go about your business as I go about mine."

Dracula slid the chair back as he got to his feet.

"I thank you for both the wine and the conversation," he said, clasping his hands behind his back once more as he turned to take a few steps away from the table. "As both couldn't be in shorter supply for our kind. Now if you do not mind..."

He gestures to the main entrance.

"I shall take my leave and let you get to finding those tokens."
Me participating in arena battles.



Played a vampire character and had him try to lick some blood, forgot if it was fresh or not, off of a floor right before going into battle with a bat beast thing so he wouldn't run the risk of going into a hunger induced frenzy from any blood that might have been spilt. Either from the beast, or his teammates.

Reading that you might not think it strange, but think about it, I had the man lick a floor for blood.
@Omega Man

Been a few days, but I'm just checking in to see whether or not this submission of mine is accepted or not?




Location: The City - Dio's Mansion.



"They are all very...quaint. But I, DIO, possess a power far greater than all of them put together. A power I intend on using to rule the entire planet once I return to Egypt from the Crossroads. Tell me, Dracula, have you ever heard of a power called a 'Stand'?" DIO asked, clearly reveling in his own power. Even if Dracula had heard of Stands, there was no way he could know he possessed the ultimate Stand. This was one reason DIO was confident in letting anyone into his abode. He truly believed he was invincible.


"I can't say that I have," Dracula replied, tilting his head to the side as he stowed the description of Dio's world in the recesses of his mind for potential use in the future. "Although it must be a great source of power if you can conquer a whole planet with it."

Although Dracula's tone had fallen into dry sarcasm near the end, there was something in his eyes-his gaze-that suggested he wished to know more about this oddly named ability his host claimed to possess, especially if it really did let him conquer entire planets.

Such powers were rare, after all, and extremely useful. As were the one's who wielded them.



Location: Futuristic City - Residential Sector 01.



The supernatural lowered his arms back to his side, drawing his shoulders up in a languid shrug.

"I'm just curious, I suppose. Amane always did call me nosy. Furthering that thought-- You aren't human, are you? There's no way a normal mortal would have survived, well, falling through an apartment building. What are you?"


Lucifer let out a small chuckle, wincing slightly as the reverberations sent waves of pain radiating though his upper body.

"Now that is quite the question indeed," he said, directing his gaze up to the sky above. "I have been many things to many people, but..."

Lucifer began to move, slowly at first, before gradually picking up speed as his body began to heal more rapidly. Getting to his feet and assuming a rather haughty pose, he stared down at Tsukasa with a downright manic grin.

"I am Lucifer, Son of The Morning! Day-Star of Heaven and the Anointed Cherub Who Covereth!"

He takes a step closer, taking hold of the sash of his garment with one hand, tucking the other behind his back.

"In short, my curious friend, I am the first and most powerful of the angelic host, hence why that fall proved to be little more than a... minor inconvenience."
"Ah, I see," Alastor said, moving towards the machine he'd seen Andy using. Although he wasn't exactly well versed in human technology, the small period of observation he'd had in which Andy had made his own mug of coffee was more than enough for him to get a handle on the basics, and the Laizu went about making his first cup. Granted it wasn't the best thing in the world, tasting closer to dirt than anything edible, but it was a start, and one that gave him an unexplainable pang of pride at that.

Setting the cup to the side, the former lord made his way back over to the fridge and began gathering several ingredients from it, with the help of his human compatriot of course. After a couple of seconds of bumbling and inquiry over the various items he had collected, however, Alastor soon found himself sitting at the kitchen counter eating a breakfast of eggs and bacon with a bowl of fruit on the side and a glass of orange juice. A spread that, altogether, he found quite pleasant.

"Hmm. Well that was better than I'd thought it'd be," he remarked, dabbing some food from the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "I always thought you humans were so... uncultured when it came to, well, everything, eating included. Glad to see I was mistaken."

He shot a questioning look at Andy.

"I assume you do something with these... plates?" he asked, raising it up slightly.
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