DracoLunaris

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Xavior

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APPEARANCE Xavior stands at just about two meters tall. He has red skin and a pair of curved horns that give him a demonic appearance, along with a pair of pointed ears and claws instead of nails. His eyes are golden and without irises, which are matched by much of his equal golden ornamentation. His hair is short, and he has a well kept beard and goatee adorning his chin. His body is large, broad shouldered and artfully muscled that generally has the stately clothing of the era (be it a suit, toga, robe, etc.) draped across it.

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_PERSONALITY

Xavior is generally a calm and noble soul, speaking in a somewhat refined manner and paying courtesy and kindness where such things are due. He is slow to anger but if truly roused he will burst into a self righteous fury and strike hard and fast at the object of his rage. He also has a bit of a flare for the dramatic, in terms of both action and presentation.

He presents himself as trustworthy and considers himself as a man of his word. On the flip side he is not particularly trusting, especially of those whose deeds and person he does not know. He dislikes owing people nonspecific favors, and acts swiftly to pay his debts, or to ensure that those who owe him know what he expects in return.

All this does not necessarily mean that he is honest. The god can be trusted to keep his word, and only his word. It is the letter of the oath that matters, not the spirit. So those dealing with him must make sure to read the fine print, be it literal or figurative.

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_Will

Xavior considered a person who keeps their word to be the most noble of souls. How else will this game of gods be won if not by union of those who can be trusted to honor their oaths? Well, it could be one by a single murderous survivor, a backstabbing charlatan or a domineering overlord, but all of these are unacceptable to Xavior, even if, or especially if, he himself was the one to win this way. In Xavior’s opinion a world created by such a person would be a stagnant monument of ego unworthy of existence.

A shared dream meanwhile, a synthesis of ideas and ideals blending together to create something unique and unexpected, now that is something worth building a world upon. That does not mean Xavior is an empty vessel to be selflessly filed by other's desires. He is a partner in this grand design, and his aid is only given when it is bargained for by gods and mortals alike.

A node-land under Xavior, thefor, would be one defined loosely enough that it may be molded by its inhabitants to their desires, and punctured by grand works they have bartered for the creation of. It is also one within which pacts are sacrosanct, the oathbreaker is an accursed wretch and the consequences of going against one's word are enforced by reality itself.

A world meanwhile, well, that would very much depend on who signed onto his pact. But it is safe to say that it would not be a world with set masters or rulers, only people, living their own lives and making deals, bound by blood.

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_Color

orange

Draco Sheets

Xavior

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APPEARANCE Xavior stands at just about two meters tall. He has red skin and a pair of curved horns that give him a demonic appearance, along with a pair of pointed ears and claws instead of nails. His eyes are golden and without irisus, which are matched by much of his equal golden ornamentation. His hair is short, and he has a well kept beard and goatee adorning his chin. His body is large, broad shouldered and artfully muscled that is generally has the stately clothing of the era, be it a suit, toga, robe, stretched across it.

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_PERSONALITY

Xavior is generally a calm and noble soul, speaking in a somewhat refined manner and paying courtesy and kindness where such things are due. He is slow to anger but if truly roused he will burst into a self righteous fury and strike hard and fast at the object of his rage. He also has a bit of a flare for the dramatic, in terms of both action and presentation.

He presents himself as trustworthy and considers himself as a man of his word. On the flip side he is not particularly trusting, especially of those whose deeds and person he does not know. He dislikes owing people nonspecific favors, and acts swiftly to pay his debts, or to ensure that those who owe him know what he expects in return.

This does not necessarily mean that he is honest. The god can be trusted to keep his word, and only his word. It is the letter of the oath that matters, not the spirit. So make sure you read the fine print.

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_Will

Xavior considered a person who keeps their word to be the most noble of souls. How else will this game of gods be won if not by union of those who can be trusted to honor their oaths? Well, it could be one by a single murderous survivor, a backstabbing chareton or a domineering overlord, but all of these are unacceptable to Xavior, even, or especially, if he himself was the one to win this way. In Xavior’s opinion a world created by such a person would be a stagnant monument of ego unworthy of existence.

A shared dream meanwhile, a synthesis of ideas and ideals blending together to create something unique and unexpected, now that is something worth building a world upon. That does not mean Xavior is an empty vessel. He is a partner, and his aid is only given when it is bargained for by gods and mortals alike.

A node-land under Xavior, thefor, would be one defined loosely enough that it may be molded by its inhabitants to their desires, and punctured by grand works they have bartered for the creation of. It is also one within which pacts are sacrosanct, the oathbreaker is an accursed wretch and the consequences of going against one's word are enforced by reality itself.

A world meanwhile, well, that would very much depend on who signed onto his pact. But it is safe to say that it would not be a world with set masters or rulers, only people, living their own lives and making deals bound by blood.

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_Color

orange

World of Light

wordcount: 881 (+6)
Midna: level 7 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (49/70)
Location: Sandswept Sky - all the way down the mountain and back to the train

”Thank you for the escort sunshine” she told the swordsman who’d made sure she got to and from the ammo store safe and sound. ”Could have done without the view though” she added thoughtlessly, before wincing at her own words. The guy had probably been quite the looker before whatever had happened to require the replacement of so much of his body with gruesome metalwork, it wasn't exactly nice to rub it in.

Rather than go for another ammo run or have time to apologize however, it looked like she had more work to do up top.

”Wait, I’m also loading these as well as bringing them? A princess’s work is never done apparently” Midna said, slipping of her wolfos (which immediately leapt up and snatched a Trilid from the air without her direction) and then grabbed one of the shells at random using her shadow hand and plopping it into the slot, which was simple enough. As soon as it was in the machine sucked up the shell into the barrel, and opened up the slot again.

”So I just keep feeding this thing and- no alright only one more. Guess I’m waiting around for now” Midna thought out loud as she popped a second shot into the reserve slot. ”Now we just need to point it right- wow!” the princess stumbled as the turret suddenly shifted underneath her, being spun round by the travelers to point at their target. While surprised she didn't come anywhere close to falling like Cia did, but she did have to make a grab to make sure her 3 remaining shells didn't roll off.

”I’ve got them, don’t worry about it!” she reassured the others once that became the truth, hugging one shell with each arm and holding the third in her shadow hand, ready to fill the reserve slot. A heartbeat later it became available, because the cannon let loose a deafening roar as it spat its first shot towards the titan, the shell flying so fast it seemed to be instantaneous.

”Goddesses, this thing lives up to its size” she swore, rather awed by the power of the mass of machinery. Sadly despite its unfathomable might the titanic worm wasn’t going down from a single shot, or even really dissuaded in any way by it. Instead, as Midna fed the third of her five shells into the freshly emptied reserve slot, it used a bend in the track to catch up with them.

”Get lost you oversized caterpillar!” she yelled, disapproving of this

In doing so however, it exposed several mounds that Necronomicon identified as weak spots, an assessment she 100% agreed with even if she couldn't actually do anything about the spots due to them being out of range of her arsenal. Fortunately the people crewing the turrets had that covered, all of them blasting away at its side with gusto.

Unfortunately it wasn't content to passively sit and let them chew away at its side. Instead it spat out a massive spiked ball right at their train.

”Big shot incoming! Grab hold of something” the princess shouted in warning as she did the same, reaching out with her shadow hand and grabbing a railing just in time, as the biological wrecking ball smashed into the side of the train and sent it shuddering and causing her Wolfos to lose its footing and hit the deck with a pained bark.

Then the spine covered sack clinging to the train burst, and showered the vehicle with awful skittering pod things which, as it turned out when Poppi instantly dashed forwards to skewer one, exploded upon death.

”Oh great, of course they do!” Midna complained as she dumped her two remaining shells into the twilight realm ”You’ve still got two shots lined up! I’ll make sure you get the chance to shoot them!” she announced to the rest of the cannon crew before roughly helping her wolfos stand and setting about helping clear out the bomb bugs.

She raced forward on wolfos back, raising a hand and then lashing it forwards, summoning her newly acquired boxy minion out of the twilight realm and sending the megafied malignant mimic bowling forwards. It slammed into a pair of Bolsepia, bowling them off of the train in a single strike.

”No hangers on!” the princess shouted, lacking the cultural nuance to make any kind of train pun/joke in response to her hit. She spun around on her mount, spotting the skull jawed warrior making salami out of some of the bombs nearby, and in the process got her attention directed towards where Tora was in trouble a fair ways away from both of them.

”On it!” Midna replied as she flicked a hand, summoning a pair of Chilfos strikers. As the princess tipped off the side of her mount the two frozen undead hurled their signature spears forwards, skewering the bomb and stopping it getting any closer Tora but that did not realy solve the problem, but rather caused it to start priming its denotation sequence.

A heartbeat away from disaster Midna, having hopped from her wolfos’s shadow to Tora’s reached out with her shadow hand over the nervous Nopon’s shoulder and grabbed the pulsating carcass with a ”Gotcha” before hurling it into the open air next to the train.

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

hello yes I am in. having a central plot will defiantly help this style of game I think

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Q-T Brackman

”Cool. I mean. Thanks captain” QT replied to being able to speak for herself. Not that she had expected to be denied, but it was best to check these things. Keep the command structure in order and all that.

While the captain talked the bot messaged away in the background and, between her, Neilsy and the now unneeded cavalry’s leader Riley, they set a less breakneck pace for their arrival while also orchestrating a way to get a reliable translator box signal as they traveled. This they achieved by first hooking up the box to every signal device they had in the convoy, and then spreading its component vehicles out a fair bit, to try and ensure that there’d always be someone with a direct unobstructed line to her.

This meant that she was able to feed some of the other languages being used into it for it to process away. While it was at that, she got around to answering the questions she had been asked about herself, as well as several others of the alchemist while she was at it.

”So, let me explain about myself. I am a Brackman type artificial intelligence, or Brackman AI for short. I was made the Brackman Foundation, an organization made up of other Brackman AI. They are basically my family, or my clan” she explained, simplifying the relationship a bit but ultimately speaking the truth.

”and yes, those are indeed artificially muscle fibers. These ones aren't actually that advanced even, compared to some of the stuff we can make, but they’re the most resilient kind, which is something I prioritized when commissioning my body. Space is the last palace you want to suffer a breakdown after all” she said, echoing an idiom of an astro-engineer she’d worked with at the start of her career.

”Oh um, as for what was meant by ‘wares’, I should clarify that we’re not here to sell anything. We’re explorers, and you, this, everything is, well it's historic I’ll say that much. And uh, yeah there does seem to be some usual similarities between your people and ours but, ah, maybe you could wait till we’re in a more sanitary environment? Also for some of our biologists to be about so they can, ah, also take part in the study. I’m sure they are gonna flip no matter what the result is” she said, taking it upon herself to try and ward off the idea that there would be any buying of off world tech or any impromptu blood donations, while also not lying about the biologists. There was no way they weren't going to request the same thing at some point, though possibly with a lot more tact.

She had to admit, she was also fairly curious. Was it convergent evolution that had made humans on two worlds, or was there going to be yet more madness with them turning out to be genetically identical, she wondered.

While she was speaking she passively fed every other conversation going on to the signal net hooked up to the translator, and while she didn't get enough from the muscled fellow or the fairy (who was added to the pile of impossibilities even as she gave him a smile, wave and a ”nice to meet you”, because nothing that small should be able to have the brainpower for personhood), one of the adventurers who QT came to realize was not a fan of steampunk as she had unthinkingly assumed but was instead an artificial being chasing the human form (something the AI community considered a bit tasteless, though mostly in the sense that it was a presently outdated fashion sense), unintentionally provided plenty of data for the translation machine. Which led to some unintentional listening in on what had meant to be private on QT’s part.

”They, ah, seem to be a bit hung up on your age captain. Or at least An- the lady with black hair and gears is anyway” she explained, implicitly informing her that the translator was wiring away in the process, before offering to hook up the data link she had with it to whatever device the captain desired. Same went for the soldiers. Best get everyone hooked up with all they got translated as soon as possible, in her opinion, and if she had to do some onsite IT support to get it running, the bot was more than happy to do so.

Pokémon: Feudal Legends

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Sanzoku gave a little commiserative expression and a side nod of her head in response to the fortune teller’s speaking her thoughts on the morning’s incident out loud, and left it at that. She could have said something about that just being how the world was, or try to sooth her sadness, but she guessed that the younger woman would rather not dwell on it and so let the moment slide past.

Instead she took the letter and had her houndour burn it too, professionally not sneaking a peak at it to double check that it was indeed the same, and then dusting her hands of the ashes, careful not to jostle her crook of arm held mon.

That was more or less the end of the affair. Humaru wanted to close up shop, and while the sell-sword would have been more than happy to waste the day getting to know the fortune teller she was going to be working with, she did have a few things to do today before they met up again. That didn't mean she wasn't going to linger just a bit

”Seems like we will” she replied in response to her talking about them meeting up again, before offering ”and I have a little time, so I’d be more than happy to do a bit of your heavy lifting before I go, if you want to close up quick”

She leaned casually on the stall’s counter as she said that, only to be startled back upright by Himaru’s sudden jump back. The surprise wasn’t enough to go for her weapon, this time, but it was just enough of a start for it to jostle Marrow in her arm. The mon gave a little yip of complaint to which Sanzoku gave him a little comforting pet in reply.

”She just gave me a little fright is all dear, nothing to worry about” she said down to him, meaning that by the time she looked up again and Himaru made her excuse the woman wasn’t in a position to naysay it. Haunter could have just moved away in the time she had spent reassuring her own pokemon after all.

The event was still a little eyebrow raising truth be told, but after a moment she shrugged and put it behind her.

”Ah you’re fine you're fine. To be expected with that spooky fellow about I suppose” she told her, waving off the embarrassment, before taking the dismissal and desire to be alone without any begrudgement, biding her farewell with a ”Take care Humaru, and I’ll see you later” before heading out.

It was about time she got her business for the day underway anyway.

World of Light

wordcount: 938 (+6) ( -5)
Midna: level 7 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (49/70)
Location: Sandswept Sky - all the way down the mountain and back to the train

”Yeah I know that!” Midna replied to Tora’s insistence that she leave the machinery to the professionals, having 100% not been close to trying to womanhandle the giant gun around once it was clear she had no idea how to get the damn thing running. Letting the furball take over immediately got dividends when the machine started talking to them and, conveniently, seemingly recognizing the kind of thing the big worm thing was: an Akrid. Specifically a category G one, though whatever that meant the princess could only guess.

”Do you think the G stands for giant, or that there’s 6 smaller types?” she asked as the last of the gang came onboard and they set off, having missed the swarm of smaller ones that had assailed the bellringers that were probably A class.

It then went on to insist they begin operating procedures, and unhelpfully not letting them know what those procedures were. Other than that one of them was called the ‘thermal charging procedure’ which it informed them would increase the firing speed but gave no hint as to how it would be done. Fortunately Tora had everything sussed out. Use the left and right control ‘stations’ for turning, some repair ‘panels’ for, presumably, repairing and a big slot they needed to mash the equally big shells into. Midna decided right there and then that she was not going to use this very moment to learn how to control machines and instead put herself on a task that she was suited for, despite it being a rather unregal one.

”I can go grab a bunch of these ‘shells’, shove them into the twilight realm, and then bring them all up here in one go” Midna called out her role, namely ammo caddy, right before the thing they needed to kill informed them that it was done laying around and was now storming after them at a frightful speed, presumably because Sectonia and Razputin’s unfortunately mostly harmless shots had gotten its attention.

”Better chasing after us than plowing through the town” she said, though with the way it was gaining on them that was something of a cold comfort. Baiting it away only worked if they could catch it in the jaws of a trap before it crunched that trap to pieces alongside the cheese after all, and with them being the cheese? Well it was time to get going.

Not content with just tearing up the track after them, the titan spat out a swarm of flying things which came racing towards them, fearlessly diving through the hail of incoming fire to assail them.

”I could use an escort! Fast!” Midna shouted as she moved to race down to the ammo wagon on wolfos back, shadowhand lashing out to slap down the first of the wave of flying creeps coming her way.

The princess made it down to the ammo store in one piece, though how fast and how injury free that arrival was depended on the quality of her escort, should she get one at all. She darted inside the armory that she had not been able to get into before the others arrived and activated the automated systems, and found what she was looking for. Probably. The big heavy pointy things bristling in their racks certainly looked like they’d fit inside the slot of the gun up top.

While technically it would be more efficient to grab everything in here to haul it up top all at once, time was off the essence because they needed a shot fired as soon as possible so that they didn't become worm food. So the princess raced through the armory room one door to the other, tapping the closest shells as she passed with a hand and vanishing a half dozen into the twilight realm (mostly cobalt, but one roar and wrath also got caught up in her lightning raid) before dashing out an opposite door and racing up and around the other side of the train from the one she’d descended. Her masterfully dexterous wolfos made quick work of the accent and so, in only a handful of moments, she was back up top.

”Delivery for Tora and company” she announced, before sweeping her hand out in front of herself and portaling up her six pack of deadly shells, all standing point up, ripe and ready to be used to ”blast that Akrid into soup!” or so she hoped.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Q-T Brackman

Q-T was as confused by this bizarre turn of logic regarding honorable death as the captain was. She was quite sure she did not like the fact that this world involved such brutal arrangements however, as it did not bode well for the prospects of peace.

She didn't have much time to contemplate that however, because she was swiftly put upon by the captain to figure out when the translator would get here.

”Sorry captain, ground force is still a bit a ways away but I’m trying to-” she was apologizing when she suddenly got a return ping from her frantic unidirectional signaling and her expression brightened ”Ah ha. I’ve got a signal from the vanguard captain! Just give me a few moments more and I can set something up”

N: You read? Everything ok?

Q: All clear. We’re safe. Just need the translator here

Q: Or hooked up to this signal, that’d be better

N: I’ll signal the rest of the cavalry that we aren't needed then, and try to find somewhere where we can get a signal. Also glad to not be rushing. This place is a nightmare to ride around in.

N: Also glad you're safe!

Q: thanks Neilsy : )

The shoddy data link signal improved over a few seconds from something that could take their text to something that could take a full data upload, something Q-T immediately rammed the entire recording of her translation down the throat of.

”I’ve started feeding data to the translator, we should start getting results soon” She happily informed the captain as the upload hummed away, before adding ”do you have any orders for the cavalry now that I’ve got them on the line?”

Fortunately, the locals seemed to be meeting them halfway anyway by using the dialect the captain already understood, though it was clearly not their own primary one, so the urgency of the initial standoff wasn't quite there anymore. Although things did get a bit more of a personal bent as she started getting examined by several of the adventurers, and getting talked about rather than too which was a bit rude. Then again she hadn’t made any indication that they knew the language of communication. So she decided to enlighten them to that fact.

”Hello. I am Q-T Brackman, a person,” It felt a bit weird to add that, but it was probably best to make it clear right off the bat in her opinion rather than worry about any confusion or biases they might have regarding her artificial nature ”I can answer questions regarding me… if that is permissible captain?” she said in near perfect medieval Indonesian/Pataliputran.

World of Light

The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 959 (+2)
Bowser: Level 10 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (211/100)
Bowser Jr: Level 9 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (181/90)
Kamek: Level 10 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(107/100)
Location: Limsa Lominscuttle Town - Kanzuki Beach
Feat: Rika

”Hey. Sandcastles are cool!” Jr retorted to Blazermate’s derision of the overdone practice of making them on the beach ”But, uh, we could do other stuff? Like vollyball? Or diving for seashells? Or swimming races?”

”Sounds good son. Food first though, then fun, yeah?” the ever hungry Bowser suggested

”Yeah for sure” the boy agreed, and then soon enough they got to the front of the queue and began raiding the buffet in earnest.

Bowser ended up piling up an unholy amount of various meats onto a very, very large plate, the stack wobbling precariously and alarmingly as it grew and grew and yet despite that never collapsing. The king might lack grace a lot of the time, but he would never let such a bounty fall. That would be a travesty. He topped it off with a healthy helping of hot sauces, turning the stack into the fiery fair worthy of the koopa king. He also got himself some root beer as a side.

Jr also indulged his carnivorism, though he stayed well clear of anything spicy, which Bowser’s going for such things had made rather easy. The boy loaded himself down with a hot dog, burger and several pastries, from jam donuts to cinnamon buns, while Kamek and Mimi both added fruits onto his plate much to the boy’s chagrin. He got his revenge by nabbing some kind of energy drink that would leave him buzzing for most of the rest of the day.

The mage herself meanwhile stayed well clear of the meat, sticking to the smaller ensemble of delights that were suitable for a herbivore/vegetarian. She went with a simple buttered croissant and a bean-burger alongside a fruit salad for dessert. It was a little bit more than what she would normally go for considering how recently they had had breakfast, but after yesterday’s fast she had space to do a two part feast. She finishes it off by getting herself some iced-tea to go along with her meal.

Rika, presented with all the various foods, was overwhelmed with choice while having almost no basis for how to overcome it. Most of everything here was new and neat to her and so she ended up with a haphazard collection of shellfish, sausages, starfruit, scones and soda cans. She got some dubious looks from the two royals for her choices, and a sheepish one from Kamek who had forgotten she might need help, but in the end the novelty of well prepared food overruled any concerns regarding her own developing pallet, so she ended up enjoying herself either way.

The troop found their own little spot by the seaside, and while there was some talk, it was mostly of the small kind, or focused on Rika asking what the things the others were eating were, followed by her trying it out. Baring one bout of screaming and crying caused by her trying some of Bowser’s hot sauce slathered chicken, the whole thing was a quiet and comfy affair.

“Wow I am feeling kinda heavy. Not sure if I should eat any more” Rika said once she was quite full, despite still having a fair amount on her plate. Taking tasters of everyone else's stuff would do that to a woman.

”I’ll take that off your hands then” Bowser offered, and then, after he got a nod of accent, picked up her oddly assorted plate and put it next to his own. He picked up one of the oysters and fiddled with it in his mighty mit, ”Urgh how do you open these-” he asked before one of his shell mounted tentacles slipped out, nabbed the shellfish and proceeded to crack it open in one of the beak cannon’s jaws. ”Huh. That works” he said, before plopping the little moral into his mouth and frowning at how tiny it was compared to him. He’d need more than just one at a time to make eating them worth it.

”Yeah I’m full too” Jr agreed with Rika as his dad started going through the oysters at an industrialized pace, tentacles and beaks working away to crack each and every remaining shellfish, ”So wanna do something else now? We could go swimming?”

”You should wait a bit before doing that. You shouldn't go swimming after you just ate. It’s dangerous” Kamek interrupted to inform the prince

”how?”

”... It just is, you see” Kamek said, having simply passed on the wisdom of her elders.

That might have turned into a minor altercation if there hadn't been talk of organizing some volleyball coming from Ace and Nadia just a few moments later.

”Hey yeah that sounds fun!” Jr immediately agreed to join in, before glancing to the others ”You coming?”

”ah I’m much too old for such things I am afraid” Kamek replied, despite the fact that she was more spry thanks to her fusions. Her mind had yet to really internalize the amount of youth she had regained. Besides, she’d prefer to take things easy and digest rather than launch into activity right away even if she was fresh as a spring chicken.

”Maybe in a bit. I’m gonna go get seconds first” was Bowser’s reply to Jr’s question, the king’s appetite unsated despite him having demolished Rika’s leftovers, leaving just Rika herself to answer the question.

“Sure!” she agreed without thought, always up for new experiences, before asking “What’s volleyball?” to find out what she was getting into as she pushed herself to her feet and moved to follow after the prince to the game.

”Ah it's easy to pick up too so don’t worry” He insisted, which was probably for the best considering the amount of people here who had never heard of the quintessential beach sport.

Pokémon: Feudal Legends

@LostDestiny

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”So just go with my gut huh?” Sanzoku said as she was presented with the face down deck of cards. She looked thoughtful for a half second and then gave a short laugh and said ”Well now, that won't be a problem. Lets go wiiiiith you, you, you, you, you aaaaand you” while quickly plucking card after card from the pile and popping them down as instructed. The woman wasn't one for half measures, so she wasn't going to naysay or second guess Humaru’s work. Also it was free, so, no need to worry about getting her money’s worth.

Safe to say then, that the sell-sword was entirely onboard with the reading in the moment, which left her perfectly primed to be taken aback by the first one being about a defeat. A very literal reading of that was certainly accurate, considering the defeat, and death, that had broken her former mercenary company.

Flowing from that into the talk of changing her way of thinking in response to that defeat, the physical representation of which was idly resting in her arm, and she swiftly went from being open to this to actually believing there was real power here. Considering there was an ice slinging coffee salesman somewhere behind her, that wasn't exactly an absurd proposition now was it.

”I can see why you're so popular” she murmured, before looking a touch sheepish at interrupting and apologizing ”Sorry. Keep going”

The woman furrowed her brow and pursed her lips in thought as she listened to the remaining four cards. A focus on openness and relationships certainly was an interesting through-line, though she had to smile at the last point a little. She had to balance the scales when it came to paying Himaru back for this free reading after all. It wasn't the only scale that needed re-balancing in the short term either however, which made her assume that had been a true reading. William owed her, or said he owed her, after all and she had a possession of his to return as well but she did wonder what else it might imply in the longer term.

”Well now, you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about” she said to Himaru. Then she looked down at the cards again and mulled about whether she should heed the advice about being open, really opener rather than just cheerfully affable, even with this partial stranger, when a pair of folded letters drifted down and landed neatly on the devil card, on her, or rather now their, the path ahead.

Sanzoku blinked in confusion about that for a moment, and then started when she realized they hadn't come from Mimaru a heartbeat later. She stepped back, hand on her Kanabō’s and looking up to try and find the source of the dropped letters, just barely catching sight of the pink body of a Gligar gliding its way over a rooftop. Once out of sight, the pokemon landed in the arms of one of a pair of unremarkable commoners, who’s marks had both conveniently been in the exact same location.

Any worry from the unseen pair that Sanzoku might go running after their messenger mon was dispelled when the sell-sword glanced back at the letters and noticed a tiny drawing of the symbol of the shogun on the letter, along with her name on one, and Himaru on the other. That certainly gave her pause.

”What in the world?” she murmured, picking up the letter addressed to her and giving it a quick read, her eyes widening with surprise initially before her expression turned to a hard grin. Her little intervention just kept on handing her boons, or so it seemed. It wasn't every day the shogun came looking to hire you after all. Though after the reading she did have to wonder about how she was going to tip the scales back. Considering the lateness of her intervention in the battle, this all hardly seemed fair.

”Marrow, burn this for me would you sweetie?” she told her Houndor, who after giving her a little look of confusion did as he was told and lit the letter with a lick of flame, quickly reducing it to embers. She stepped back and let the glowing ashes fall, before stomping on them for good measure, all to ensure she didn’t cause any accidents with Himaru’s stall.

Speaking of Himaru, she wondered what the other woman was feeling about this turn of her own fate. She resisted making a joke about if she could have predicted this and instead held out her hand and said ”If that one says the same as mine, then I can do the same for yours as well” offering to burn the fortune teller’s own note once she was finished reading.