Duoya

✧ Talrae S2 ✧

Dennis LaMotte, like many of the players standing around the Guild meeting, was writing on a piece of parchment and carefully recording anything that was said. Thankfully, acting as the occasional secretary for the student government at his old high school had helped him immensely with shorthand and note taking... If only his handwriting wasn't so atrocious. The pen etched across the parchment's surface, only pausing the stream of cursive when he needed to dab the tool in the inkwell sitting at the table.

Nearly 300 people had died.

Dennis had come to this fact a while ago, but it was always a surprise to see that in the newsletter. And, like always, it shook Dennis to the core. 300 lives pointlessly thrown away in some game, something that was supposed to be a fun pass time. He could have spent the last few weeks helping at the soup kitchen, maybe helping the various clubs on his campus with cleanup and maintenance - instead, he was watching dozens of strangers die every day. For a while, before he found his friends, Dennis was much more traumatized by the constant death - he was one of those who spent the first day freaking out and running around.

He was better now.

Dennis looked sternly at Datalink 66 throughout most of the meeting - they always were in his ire, and the only reason he owned a subscription to them was so he could tell anyone he met the news that was shared in the letter. The fact that they refused to share information for free was despicable considering this was life and death, but Dennis was just glad that even they weren't willing to stoop so low as to charge for info on the floor dungeon. When a scroll was placed in Dennis' hands he was almost shocked into making a sound.

Of course, the Astral Blade did it - unlike Datalink 66, they were actually kind and sought to guarantee survival. That was the smart thing in this situation, and Dennis couldn't help but admire them everytime they made an appearance. If he hadn't found his friends, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Dennis would have joined them. Placing the scroll, parchment, pen, and inkwell into his inventory, Dennis leaned further back in his chair.

The fact that there was an item that could spawn an infinite number of monsters was very interesting - it would make an invaluable farming tool, especially if a line of tanks could block off a small area for AoE spellcasters.

Well... Dennis wasn't really a big fan of video games - hell, the only real hobby he had outside of his charity work was his avid weightlifting. If these guys didn't think it was a good idea, then it probably wasn't. Instead, he turned to the rest of his guild and spoke quietly so as not to annoy anyone, not in their guild.

"Thanks for placing your trust in me, Naomi - I'll work hard to be the best... meatshield? Oh, um, for when we get into the dungeon, could we stop after every fight or two to heal up and replenish mana? I'm not sure if I'm used to being a tank, but it seems like a lot of these aggro-thingies take a lot of mana."

Several seconds passed before Dennis spoke again.

"Wait, wait - I also got this Living Wall thing, it's super cool. I can just step in front of one of you guys and take the hit if one is coming at you. So if you guys are low on HP, stay near Naomi so she can heal you like she said, and I can protect you guys."

Beyond knowing that the Tank was supposed to take the hits, and the healer kept people alive, Dennis' knowledge on MMO's was pretty limited. So, he just stuck to knowing what he did about his class abilities and hoping that the Aura of Confidence applied out of battle.

The last thing that was needed in this game was more negative emotions.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

From the stone's throw of a distance that Hayim stood, he was eerily aware of the changes his body was going under - limbs growing thicker, size increasing, and the multiplication of his petals. The sensations that were once unknown to the God - vibrations, texture, complex touch, now they arrived in bursts that only grew in intensity as the minutes passed by. Hayim paid these changes little mind, however, as his attention was devoted entirely to the black spire that seemed to grow even more quickly than Hayim. Bark surrounded it, twisting and contorting to form a protective sheath around the abomination that disfigured the animal-friends and the Humies. A brief thought flashed in Hayim's mind - he had heard of a fairy tale similar to this, in one of the hundreds of villages he had visited.

But that was decades ago. And decades for a God like Hayim were simply too large to remember.

"Wh... Who are you?"

Turning swiftly, Hayim was shocked to find that the Humies weren't totally decimated - standing before him was a massive tree, but of inconsequential stature when compared to what the spire had become. His figure was one of twisted fashion, branches extending out like limbs before fading into long, mangled fingers, and a face distorted beyond recognition.

"Hayim! I'm Hayim!" The man seemed uncaring, or at the very least unphased by the claims.

"It matters not... I know not what I've become or how but it's clear your feet are free, unlike mine. Whether or not you can fix all this I do not know... Seeing as you haven't ran like those more fortunate than I. You clearly have your aims set upon this... fountain of light. I can get you to the top where the tree opens up for the lights... I must implore you, if it is within your ability... Please disentangle my tribe from the tree... Many rest upon the tree's face but I fear some may have been pulled inside of it... If they remain I fear they may never see the light of day nor the escape of death."

The massive branch was lowered to Hayim's level and, with a speed that his new body and extra limbs afforded him, Hayim leaped on.

"Hayim promise to save Humies! Hayim loves Humies more than anything else, so Hayim do anything to help them!"

There it was again - that damn lack of fear. Hayim knew, even with his childish intellect, that he should have been terrified beyond measure. His body, one which had remained static over the long decades and centuries, was mutating and twisting before his very eyes. While having a stronger body was nice for once, Hayim could tell that whatever was corrupting him was not good.

But even with the very real possibility that he'd lose himself, just like the Humans and Animals, Hayim allowed himself to be lifted to the light.

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George Gallagher

Apperance

(Finding guys in full plate wielding spears is hard, so let's just say this is a spear.)

Name: George Gallagher
Age: 20

Class: Knight
Level: 1

Personal Skill:
Optimism: This unit recovers 150% the usual HP when healed by a staff

Skills:
Defense +2: Increases Defense by 2.

Equipment:
- Iron Lance
- Vulnerary x2

Story:
Born to a wealthy family in Coris, George experienced a significant portion of his life from the perspective of a nobleman - he was pampered, waited upon, and the only actual exertion he experienced was the voluntary exercising he performed every few days. Hunger was never a real concern and his father, an arms dealer, experienced regularly traded with Nuniel and lining the family coffers. George was satisfied with his destined future of taking over the family business, and never experienced that call for freedom that seemed so common among the wealthy.

At the age of 18, the family estate was robbed - his father killed while trying to keep the rest of the family hidden. This event traumatized George and, against his Mother's wishes, he immediately began to train so he could one day get his vengeance. Six months went by, and while he was far from a disciplined warrior, he was ready to find the killer - George left his Mother and Younger Brother, the latter of which took up the family business. With no leads to go on, George turned to the mercenaries that always were present in the Coris forces - and after being turned away from many of them as well, one man finally suggested a company that could help George find his prey.

With the help of a wagon and Mules commisioned by his Younger Brother, George finally found the Red Branch Company. It only took a bit of convincing and some bribes to get within their ranks from there.

Sample Post:
George awoke with a start, reaching for his Lance. The hot air on his face ceased as he rose and, pointing the blade, George sighed. Cocoa, unlike her brother, did not enjoy sleeping outside. And it seemed, like usual, she had climbed into the wagon and tried to claim the blanket for herself. George kneeled down, petting the mule gently so as not to wake her.

"One of these days I might end up hurting you, girl."

George immediately began his morning ritual - he washed up with some of the water he kept in the back of the wagon, shined his armor, and then proceeded the long process of donning it. He had it custom-made, and he could wear it all day before it grew tiresome. As the sun rose in the distance, George began to cook breakfast for the early risers in the company, sitting next to Gus as he did so. The mule was absentmindedly chewing on some feed as he watched the fire.

With many of his teammates fed, George proceeded to feed his two favorite members - the mules eagerly consumed the bag of feed, before eventually finishing. With that, George tied them up to the wagon and prepared for the journey to the next battle.

---

A days march later and camp was set up once more. While the others set up tents, George cooked dinner using more of the Company provisions. Mother always said that it'd be easy to find a wife if he could cook! Not that it mattered, on the battlefield, but he was glad to pitch in any way he could to the team. After everyone had their fill, George took the remnants and had them for dinner. Climbing into the wagon, he proceeded to remove his armor, make his 'bed' and lied down. As he did so, with a second or two of contemplation, he laid down one of the spare blankets on the other side of the wagon. If Cocoa was going to sleep in here, it would be best for her to not wake him up so early again.

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@SimpleWriter
Whoops, sorry - wasn't sure if you forgot or not.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Sorry for taking a bit, post will be up by tomorrow.

Fire Emblem: Conflict

@SimpleWriter
How's this guy look?

George Gallagher

Apperance

(Finding guys in full plate wielding spears is hard, so let's just say this is a spear.)

Name: George Gallagher
Age: 20

Class: Knight
Level: 1

Personal Skill:
Optimism: This unit recovers 150% the usual HP when healed by a staff

Skills:
Defense +2: Increases Defense by 2.

Equipment:
- Iron Lance
- Vulnerary x2

Story:
Born to a wealthy family in Coris, George experienced a significant portion of his life from the perspective of a nobleman - he was pampered, waited upon, and the only actual exertion he experienced was the voluntary exercising he performed every few days. Hunger was never a real concern and his father, an arms dealer, experienced regularly traded with Nuniel and lining the family coffers. George was satisfied with his destined future of taking over the family business, and never experienced that call for freedom that seemed so common among the wealthy.

At the age of 18, the family estate was robbed - his father killed while trying to keep the rest of the family hidden. This event traumatized George and, against his Mother's wishes, he immediately began to train so he could one day get his vengeance. Six months went by, and while he was far from a disciplined warrior, he was ready to find the killer - George left his Mother and Younger Brother, the latter of which took up the family business. With no leads to go on, George turned to the mercenaries that always were present in the Coris forces - and after being turned away from many of them as well, one man finally suggested a company that could help George find his prey.

With the help of a wagon and Mules commisioned by his Younger Brother, George finally found the Red Branch Company. It only took a bit of convincing and some bribes to get within their ranks from there.

Sample Post:
George awoke with a start, reaching for his Lance. The hot air on his face ceased as he rose and, pointing the blade, George sighed. Cocoa, unlike her brother, did not enjoy sleeping outside. And it seemed, like usual, she had climbed into the wagon and tried to claim the blanket for herself. George kneeled down, petting the mule gently so as not to wake her.

"One of these days I might end up hurting you, girl."

George immediately began his morning ritual - he washed up with some of the water he kept in the back of the wagon, shined his armor, and then proceeded the long process of donning it. He had it custom-made, and he could wear it all day before it grew tiresome. As the sun rose in the distance, George began to cook breakfast for the early risers in the company, sitting next to Gus as he did so. The mule was absentmindedly chewing on some feed as he watched the fire.

With many of his teammates fed, George proceeded to feed his two favorite members - the mules eagerly consumed the bag of feed, before eventually finishing. With that, George tied them up to the wagon and prepared for the journey to the next battle.

---

A days march later and camp was set up once more. While the others set up tents, George cooked dinner using more of the Company provisions. Mother always said that it'd be easy to find a wife if he could cook! Not that it mattered, on the battlefield, but he was glad to pitch in any way he could to the team. After everyone had their fill, George took the remnants and had them for dinner. Climbing into the wagon, he proceeded to remove his armor, make his 'bed' and lied down. As he did so, with a second or two of contemplation, he laid down one of the spare blankets on the other side of the wagon. If Cocoa was going to sleep in here, it would be best for her to not wake him up so early again.

EDIT: Not sure if you were busy, but I made a Discord for the RP - Here's the link discord.gg/c6K36aj

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Sorry for taking a while, finding good art is a bit of a problem - will post tomorrow!

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@Crimmy@Williwaw

The man that walked up to greet Haruma was not the normal type that he expected around these parts, to say the least - he had the suit, the jacket, both a navy blue compared to Haruma's dull grey. Unlike Haruma, the man's waist had several accessories adorning it. The wand was expected at events such as this, to the point that Haruma might have considered it permissible in a business setting, and a walkie-talkie was an odd choice but equally excusable. A bible, however, seemed completely out of place - not as strange as the wand, but there was no excusing it. Maybe it was there because Kanamin's enemy of choice was the Roman Catholic Church (A fact that Haruma was blissfully unaware of until that day), but it was a lazy choice in that case.

Ignoring the nagging sensation that this man was not dressed for occasion (and physically blocking his line of sight with the fashion atrocity that was the other representative), Haruma accepted the man's business card in return, noting that it was... much better than his. He'd have to revise it yet again. Haruma patiently listened, his mouth practically salivating at the mention of Brokers, until a sound hit his ear.

“Heeeeeey, Noriaki represent!”

The voice wasn't annoying or nasally in any way, but considering the precious information it cut off, it was akin to nails on a chalkboard in Haruma's mind.

“Haruto right? The Private Dick who sometimes uses the second floor janitor’s closest to conduct like investigations an’ junk, cause like it hardly gets used cause of the rumor of the ghosts haunting it due to previous angry janitors?...

...

“B-but you can find Ken’s oh-so-adowable, pawfect, fuzzy-wuzzy lil mousey wousey right?! H-he’s been s-so-so sad without the toy to smack around, right!?”

The words came out in a spiel that Haruma found nearly as distracting as the other Orbit representatives attire. For one, most of what she said was blatantly false - His name was Haruma, and to a schoolmate he hardly knew it should really be Gotou-Kun at best, he didn't really work with such low payments and such generic requests, and the 'Janitor Closet' was his Office! Well, according to files, it's the 'Investigation Club Room,' but the other members were allowed to call in one favor and the janitor gets 10,000 yen a month to keep his stuff in other rooms, so it's basically his Office now!

"I can... wait for you two to finish."

Shiiiiiiiit! The last thing that Haruma wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of a representative to Orbit Portal Company - how the hell would he get them to respect him if he couldn't even keep his clientele from getting in the way of important business meetings? The decision was basically made for him already - ask her to leave, get back to business, and hope that he can recover any lost ground-

Was she really crying? Oh god dammit... Haruma sighed, doing his best to keep it as discreet as possible. He was going to call her off, get back to business - hell, she can just buy a new toy! Taking out two of his business cards, he quickly scribbled several numbers on it using his black fountain pen. He handed both, along with the pen, over to the Girl.

"Please write your LINE account on that blank one and hand it back to me. I'll take care of your request at the earliest opportunity."

As soon as he got back what he needed, Haruma would turn back to the representative, perform a deep bow, and speak in a low tone.

"I am terribly sorry about my rudeness, Kyuuichiro-Sama. Please forgive me and continue."

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Calling dibs on Knight! Slow as hell movement is my favorite!

Edit: If knights aren't tier 1, then I'll start with soldier.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Posted - definitely not the best, my head is killing me. Will fix up sometime later.