@AvemelleOh, yeah, could you give me some extra details on what the Special Item/Ability can be like? So I have something to frame my conceptions off of. Also, are we free to post in the character tab now?
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Ah, so I guess for the reincarnated people, the start of the IC would be as if they suddenly 'regained' the memories of their former life? With the memories/personality of their pre-awakening self lost during the transition?
Also, do different races grow at different rates? Or would, say, a twenty year old elf be just as mature and physically developed as a twenty year old human? Do we fill in the age of a character's Earth self? Or the age of their reincarnated self?
Also, do different races grow at different rates? Or would, say, a twenty year old elf be just as mature and physically developed as a twenty year old human? Do we fill in the age of a character's Earth self? Or the age of their reincarnated self?
Gotta confirm. Because we're reincarnated and all, our characters woulda started out as babies and grew up in this fantasy world, right?
@OwO@banjoanjo@AdmrlStalfos19@Savo@Asuras Every scene will be winding down in my next post, so you can try angling towards that. If you feel like you need a collab in order to get things done (looking at you, Asu, Burger), just hit me up and we'll get things done.
There will probably be a time skip of two days or so, unless you people are REALLY against it.
There will probably be a time skip of two days or so, unless you people are REALLY against it.
Northern District
The half-smile widened reflexively, even if nothing else changed about her expression.
This girl really was a strange one, wasn’t she? Energetic and honest despite her derelict appearance. A weirdo within Tenoroshi. Her friends probably weren’t reputable folk. But to ask for help was more than she deserved.
“What to do, what to do...” she mused aloud, her gaze shifting back towards the edge, towards the people below, blind and ignorant to what happened above their heads. “If I were responsible for the deaths of several, and will be responsible for the deaths of several more, regardless of my own intent, would you still be holding on so tightly?”
The smile disappeared, allowing the true gravity of her expression to sink in.
“It’s funny, even. The world’d be happier without me.”
This girl really was a strange one, wasn’t she? Energetic and honest despite her derelict appearance. A weirdo within Tenoroshi. Her friends probably weren’t reputable folk. But to ask for help was more than she deserved.
“What to do, what to do...” she mused aloud, her gaze shifting back towards the edge, towards the people below, blind and ignorant to what happened above their heads. “If I were responsible for the deaths of several, and will be responsible for the deaths of several more, regardless of my own intent, would you still be holding on so tightly?”
The smile disappeared, allowing the true gravity of her expression to sink in.
“It’s funny, even. The world’d be happier without me.”
Central District
“The plaza, hm?” Ohta echoed, eyebrows raised. “Hopefully it’s resolved.”
He paused slightly, his lips quirking up in a cat-like smile.
“Though I wouldn’t mind it all too much if it gives me an excuse to hold off on answering some calls from middle management.”
Right as he said that, the distinctive rumbling of muted phone sounded through the serene lobby. “Speak of the Devil,” Ohta chuckled, shaking his head at his own folly. “Suppose I’ll better take my leave now. Wish you all the best, Miyane-san.”
Soon enough, he left the building, a driverless Model 3 rolling up by the curb for the tycoon. Ohta waved at Miyane one last time, and sped off.
It was uncanny, how effortlessly he left others in his wake.
But then again, that’s what she once was, wasn’t it?
Officer Tomoe smiled as Marc recounted his story. “That’s remarkably courageous of you, sir, but also remarkably dangerous. Next time around, it’s better to report the incident. We’ve generally have a koban within 150 meters, so leave it to the professionals, ne?”
It was clear enough, though, that the scolding the teenager received was more perfunctory than anything else, and while they spoke, the joyfully mute man was placed in the back seat, before the van doors were slammed shut.
Tomoe turned at that sound, and nodded once more at Marc.
“Thanks again. We already have another unit working on the assaulter, sir, so don’t worry about it. You’ve done good work again, but, once again,” the officer winked, even if the expression was lost due to his sunglasses, “Not recommended.”
He entered the van, closed the door, and soon, Marc was alone, swallowed up by the gray of the city.
He paused slightly, his lips quirking up in a cat-like smile.
“Though I wouldn’t mind it all too much if it gives me an excuse to hold off on answering some calls from middle management.”
Right as he said that, the distinctive rumbling of muted phone sounded through the serene lobby. “Speak of the Devil,” Ohta chuckled, shaking his head at his own folly. “Suppose I’ll better take my leave now. Wish you all the best, Miyane-san.”
Soon enough, he left the building, a driverless Model 3 rolling up by the curb for the tycoon. Ohta waved at Miyane one last time, and sped off.
It was uncanny, how effortlessly he left others in his wake.
But then again, that’s what she once was, wasn’t it?
Officer Tomoe smiled as Marc recounted his story. “That’s remarkably courageous of you, sir, but also remarkably dangerous. Next time around, it’s better to report the incident. We’ve generally have a koban within 150 meters, so leave it to the professionals, ne?”
It was clear enough, though, that the scolding the teenager received was more perfunctory than anything else, and while they spoke, the joyfully mute man was placed in the back seat, before the van doors were slammed shut.
Tomoe turned at that sound, and nodded once more at Marc.
“Thanks again. We already have another unit working on the assaulter, sir, so don’t worry about it. You’ve done good work again, but, once again,” the officer winked, even if the expression was lost due to his sunglasses, “Not recommended.”
He entered the van, closed the door, and soon, Marc was alone, swallowed up by the gray of the city.
Southwestern District
Business only, hm? An investigator-type, this woman. A shame she wasn’t going to be a frivolous goldmine, but at least she liked her drinks hard and with no specific brand.
“Only the best for you then, darling,” Kenshin spoke, flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes that made his regulars squeal. “Sake call~~~!”
One of the newer hosts, still doing only server duties to get accustomed to the unique environment, strode over to the bar immediately, fumbling for the right-sized cups and the ceramic bottles, before rushing over. The raven-haired man placed them down, before bowing twice and disappearing in a flash. Kenshin didn’t mind that frenetic energy and clumsiness, but it was always a bit pathetic to see that in a man older than himself.
Pouring two cups of warm sake, he wait a bit for the singular sakura petals in each cup to float up to the top, before offering one to Marina.
And then, like a snake shedding its skin, Kenshin dropped all pretense.
Leaning forward, he slid the photo closer, squinting slightly. Then, he leaned back, and took a sip from his own cup, letting the burning liquid searing his insides.
“I’ve seen him around, sure,” Kenshin said, catching Marina’s eyes, “What’s that to you?”
“Only the best for you then, darling,” Kenshin spoke, flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes that made his regulars squeal. “Sake call~~~!”
One of the newer hosts, still doing only server duties to get accustomed to the unique environment, strode over to the bar immediately, fumbling for the right-sized cups and the ceramic bottles, before rushing over. The raven-haired man placed them down, before bowing twice and disappearing in a flash. Kenshin didn’t mind that frenetic energy and clumsiness, but it was always a bit pathetic to see that in a man older than himself.
Pouring two cups of warm sake, he wait a bit for the singular sakura petals in each cup to float up to the top, before offering one to Marina.
And then, like a snake shedding its skin, Kenshin dropped all pretense.
Leaning forward, he slid the photo closer, squinting slightly. Then, he leaned back, and took a sip from his own cup, letting the burning liquid searing his insides.
“I’ve seen him around, sure,” Kenshin said, catching Marina’s eyes, “What’s that to you?”
Southern District
“Geh.” was Tamiko’s immediate response when Tsurushi abandoned her duo of very pissed off thugs and headed back over. Glaring at the woman, the kid put her hands over her new bandana, clutching onto it as if to protect it from the grabby hands of her nefariously nosy teacher.
“Eh?” was Yasuo’s own response, his muscles tensing slightly as his eyes flicked over to the stungun in the woman’s hand. Not a good look, approaching two kids with a weapon. But she didn’t look particularly hard either, and he relaxed after that. Pulling down his bandana with one finger to reveal a round face and a disarming smile, he said, “Dunno how you know her either, lady, but dun worry, she’s like a kid sister to me.”
His grin showed his teeth, but there was nothing clearly malicious about it. “What, Miko’s a total brat to y- geh.”
That was Yasuo’s response to Tamiko kicking him in the shin, before the precocious 5th grader pulled one of her eyelids down at Tsurushi, her stuck-out tongue hidden by her bandana. “It’s fine now, right? Got my big bro with me, so go shoo, granny! Painu vittuun!”
Yasuo’s fist knocked lightly on Tamiko’s head. “Now, now, no need for that sort of language, but yeah...don’t worry ‘bout her, lady. S’all good in the hood.”
“Eh?” was Yasuo’s own response, his muscles tensing slightly as his eyes flicked over to the stungun in the woman’s hand. Not a good look, approaching two kids with a weapon. But she didn’t look particularly hard either, and he relaxed after that. Pulling down his bandana with one finger to reveal a round face and a disarming smile, he said, “Dunno how you know her either, lady, but dun worry, she’s like a kid sister to me.”
His grin showed his teeth, but there was nothing clearly malicious about it. “What, Miko’s a total brat to y- geh.”
That was Yasuo’s response to Tamiko kicking him in the shin, before the precocious 5th grader pulled one of her eyelids down at Tsurushi, her stuck-out tongue hidden by her bandana. “It’s fine now, right? Got my big bro with me, so go shoo, granny! Painu vittuun!”
Yasuo’s fist knocked lightly on Tamiko’s head. “Now, now, no need for that sort of language, but yeah...don’t worry ‘bout her, lady. S’all good in the hood.”
@banjoanjo Eyo, dunno if you missed that bit in my post, or I missed something in your previous posts, but Hyejin left Miyane at the taxi rank cause she wanted to go get her phone checked out. So she wouldn't be there with Miyane right now.
To claim their strategy had been hashed out was an understatement, but when less than half the team could be viewed as ‘competent’, perhaps it was for the best that Ettamri carried the greatest burden in the upcoming fight. This time, at least, they were up against creatures that weren’t the size of a boulder. This time, at least, they didn’t have to worry about anything like tongues with massive range or poisonous secretions from the skin.
Shedding their ill-gotten goods from their last attack, the group approached as carefully as they could, as close as they could when one of them was a mounted knight in shining, white armor.
Once upon a time, the Redstone Mines had been constructed in search for deposits of iron and coal. The mountains around Andeave had been thoroughly quarried to construct the great walls of the fortress-city, but no mineral deposits were found in the area, prompting great difficulty for craftsmen who had come to the new continent for new materials. To meet their demands, mages contracted with earth spirits discovered an area where many earth spirits converged, and work began on the construction of a mine. But frequent monster attacks within the forests, combined with low initial gains, ended the project soon enough, leaving nothing but an opening in a mountain and a couple of half-rotten shanties sticking around.
Any bit of humanity’s mistakes, however, could be used as cover.
Ettamri, atop her steed, burst through the treeline first, her mighty mount bounding over the bushes before thundering down the gravelly path. The information had been good, and the habits of the undead were usually predictable: having being left where they died, they now solely roamed where they died. Though their deaths must have been recent, the lingering curse of the King of Corpses had already stripped them of much of their flesh, leaving behind skeletons with skin drawn taut over their bones, gaping, black holes where their eyes once were. Two warriors surged to meet her in battle, one bearing a shield and spear, while another hefted his well-used battle axe. Death may had come upon them, but the skills they had in life was still present, and warriors on the Empire’s frontier were well-accustomed to fighting creatures larger than themselves.
As all eyes were drawn towards Ettamri, Gwyn clutched her staff, leading the others as they skirted around the perimeters. Her black robes were being soaked through, now that she had discarded her cloak in favor of mobility, but the chill kept her calm. Another downtrodden shanty stood before them and the mage, who was accompanied still by a swordsman in rusted chainmail.
The threat of a single foe didn’t mean they would discard all protection for their mage. Their battle instincts were sharp, and they were once experienced. It had only been luck that failed this particular group of Silver Moon recruits.
But each second wasted meant more time for the mage to act.
So Gwyn turned to her junior soldiers with a small, reassuring smile, before breaking off into a sprint, mud splattering her boots as she rushed down towards the mage.
Shedding their ill-gotten goods from their last attack, the group approached as carefully as they could, as close as they could when one of them was a mounted knight in shining, white armor.
Once upon a time, the Redstone Mines had been constructed in search for deposits of iron and coal. The mountains around Andeave had been thoroughly quarried to construct the great walls of the fortress-city, but no mineral deposits were found in the area, prompting great difficulty for craftsmen who had come to the new continent for new materials. To meet their demands, mages contracted with earth spirits discovered an area where many earth spirits converged, and work began on the construction of a mine. But frequent monster attacks within the forests, combined with low initial gains, ended the project soon enough, leaving nothing but an opening in a mountain and a couple of half-rotten shanties sticking around.
Any bit of humanity’s mistakes, however, could be used as cover.
Ettamri, atop her steed, burst through the treeline first, her mighty mount bounding over the bushes before thundering down the gravelly path. The information had been good, and the habits of the undead were usually predictable: having being left where they died, they now solely roamed where they died. Though their deaths must have been recent, the lingering curse of the King of Corpses had already stripped them of much of their flesh, leaving behind skeletons with skin drawn taut over their bones, gaping, black holes where their eyes once were. Two warriors surged to meet her in battle, one bearing a shield and spear, while another hefted his well-used battle axe. Death may had come upon them, but the skills they had in life was still present, and warriors on the Empire’s frontier were well-accustomed to fighting creatures larger than themselves.
As all eyes were drawn towards Ettamri, Gwyn clutched her staff, leading the others as they skirted around the perimeters. Her black robes were being soaked through, now that she had discarded her cloak in favor of mobility, but the chill kept her calm. Another downtrodden shanty stood before them and the mage, who was accompanied still by a swordsman in rusted chainmail.
The threat of a single foe didn’t mean they would discard all protection for their mage. Their battle instincts were sharp, and they were once experienced. It had only been luck that failed this particular group of Silver Moon recruits.
But each second wasted meant more time for the mage to act.
So Gwyn turned to her junior soldiers with a small, reassuring smile, before breaking off into a sprint, mud splattering her boots as she rushed down towards the mage.
@OwO@banjoanjo@AdmrlStalfos19@Savo@Asurasay lmao, don't tell me y'all are actually, seriously going to all be posting Friday night or something?
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