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The Epic of Beginnings - An Isekai Adventure/Civ builder

Oh right, how's the post speed for this gonna be?

The Epic of Beginnings - An Isekai Adventure/Civ builder

Expressing interest. Just outta curiousity, how will the RP be run once we move into the stage where everyone's running their own city/territory? Will it be like a Nation RP or something?

Lostman Graffiti

The Sharehouse

With the threat (?) of more obese rats scrambling about outside, no one had any interest left in heading outside. Aya being the exception, the rest turned in for the night, settling into their rooms and preparing for a peacefully eventful day tomorrow. Thoughts of self-defense and rodent extermination would have to wait until morning; now, it was best off just to whittle away the hours until sleep turned from an option to a necessity.

Aya returned a couple minutes later, in no great rush.

“Sell it, probably. Then fix my lens.” The desk rattled as Tsunoda awkwardly pulled open one of the drawers of his desk while still reclined. After some rummaging, he tossed a set of keys at Aya. “Take as long as y’need. Just don’t sleep in there.”

“Thank ya, thank ya,” Aya replied as she caught the keys. Not very gracefully, but she didn’t knock over anything as her arms outstretched and her body shifted. Entering the darkroom, she began the process of developing her pictures. After pouring out the solutions in measured trays and other such preparations, she placed the film under the lightbox. With the magnifying glass, she looked for the images that were good enough to put in the effort to develop. After all, blurry photos of a dark cat were a paranormal laughing stock.

After finding a good one, the image went through all of the processes. The dark red lights made for a familiar feeling as the picture developed.

The cat didn’t transfer.

No, despite appearing clear as day on the negatives, the cat didn’t appear on the developed pictures. One may say that it was a disappointing affair, but it was, to Aya, an incredibly supernatural event. She had a ghost cat that possessed her photos. Or it was seared onto the negatives. Either way, it was interesting.

Leaving the dark room, she paid her respects to Tsunoda and, on behest of the detective, called for an Uber on the way back.

Hiroyuki returned a couple hours later, tossing his overcoat in a heap before slipping into the shower room.

Mochizuki did not return at night.

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Mochizuki did not return in the morning either.

It was a quiet morning, either from lack of sleep or lack of coffee. There was a pot of instant that was too hot to drink, and there was cheap natto to mix in with fresh rice as well. Leftovers from the snapper was reheated, and miso soup with diced tofu had been set up as well. Sayuri’s cooking, of course. It was warm in the sharehouse, an electric fan already humming away, but the weather forecast buzzing from the radio promised clouds today and cooler temperatures as a result. Not that it meant anything, really.

Hiroyuki reclined on the sofa, dressed as well as always in slate gray slacks and a pinstripe shirt. A manila folder was opened up in his hand, a few sheets of print paper inside. If he seemed considered about Mochizuki not returning or answering his phone, he didn’t show it.

“Well,” he addressed the breakfast-eaters. “As always, we’ve gotta get some club activities done to show off to the university. Picked out some places over the week, so, mm, check these out, pick one, and let’s do some exploring, shall we?”

Or trespassing, depending on how harsh of a light one used to view the club’s activities.

With that, he pulled the sheets out, handing them around to the rest. Each had a picture of the area, a name, as well as some other extraneous details, from address to historical detail. There was Yajirui-Kan, a seventh-generation ryokan that had been shut down a decade past due to declining customers, leaving naught but a boarded up facility in a corner of the Northwestern District no one visited. There was the new apartment complex being constructed at the behest of the Paraiso Conglomerate up in the Northern District, sporting a fascinating mix of Regency-style and Brutalist architecture by the up-and-coming designer, Fukugawa Boris. Construction crews had Sundays off, so all they’d have to do would be to sneak past ground-level security. And of course, on the safer side of things, they could head down to Southeastern District instead, to scout out the fabled warehouse where parts for fighter jets were being made and see if they can get any Instagrammable from giant machines and clanking gears.

The handouts made their way around the circle of university students.

Mochizuki still wasn’t home.

Hiroyuki still made no comment.

Sunday, June 15 2025

Time: 8AM
Weather: Sunny, Patches of Clouds

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Felling a dragon is cool. It's also not what Veronica hired her to do.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Payday

Base Payout: 1 Gold, 2 Silver

Lily: Nothing [Ixion's Dead, Mate]
Shion: Nothing [No Goals]
Summer: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Amaryllis: Nothing [Killed nothing]
Sophia: Nothing [No Goals]
Serenity: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Lillia: Nothing [No Goals]
Mariette/Eli: Nothing [No Goals]
Deni: Nothing [Tragically failed her one job for the Cradle.]
Penny: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Kyle: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Viva: Nothing [No Goals]
Alexander: Nothing [No Goals]
Eliza: 2 Silver [Completed her work for the Cradle]
Celia: Nothing [Solo Girl with no clear affiliation during this event]
Anaya: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Alicia: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Eden: Nothing [???]
Christine: Nothing [PI Goals are?]
Katelyn: Nothing [No Goals]
Thalia: Nothing [No Goals]
Silhouette: 2 Silver [Completed (lmao) her work for the Cradle]
Emily: Nothing [No Goals]
Hilaria: Nothing [Who determines Dan's goals and what are they?]
Everything that Broken Owns: OVERHAUL IN PROGRESS
Connie: Nothing [No one fell asleep yet.]
Mia: 6 Silver [Slapped Aighorost's cadre, the single Horror who actually exists to corrupt nature in this RP, and restored the Park to its natural glory afterwards.]
Sakura: 2 Silver [Eliminated Aighorost's uncalled-for interference.]
Reaver: 3 Silver [Got the job done and bullied some Beacon girls too.]
Shane: Nothing [No Goals]
Janet/Jenna: Nothing [Flame's working on Beacon goals still]
Raven: Nothing [No Goals]

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Motivation's been dropping for a while now, and I don't think it's fair to you either Xalt if all I do is post hours before the deadline. As such, I'll be dropping this RP. Thanks for the fun times, and I hope ya'll have a long-lasting, fun RP~!

Cacophony Concord

Against her kick, Ames was as sturdy as a rock, and Ari could shoot up skywards with little issue at all. She had the strength necessary to get a bit of air time, and the dexterity necessary to pull off a maneuver that was still within the realm of human ability. Spinning in the air, the cat-eared human felt the full effects of a world slowed down to half-speed, her dizzying rotation slowed enough that she could still aim accurately while doing so. The stone in her sling whizzed out towards the spear-wielding kappa, slicing through the air with such force that it took a chip off the turtle-esque creature’s bone-bowl. If it hadn’t already been in the process of charging towards Amulak, the stone would have definitely struck more substantially.

Sensing the trouble at the backline, the human sandwich quickly untangled themselves, rushing to face the green manlet that approached at an ever-increasing speed. Ames, Magpie, and Klein all squared up, forming a vanguard to meet the spear-wielder. Amulak too, had yet another exhilaration-inducing bolt of energy in his palm, ready to thread the needle between his meatshields and score another hit. Everything was lining up!

But before Lugh’s eyes, something strange was occurring. While standing off against the unarmed kappa, the creature, rather than rushing in towards him or for the spear, hopped back instead, hands clapping together thrice. Each time, they were clasped in a different format, arranged in strange crosses or horns. No, was that…

…Water Style Ninjutsu?!

Raime lined up his shot, the kappa having stayed still for a little too long. His crossbow bolt thudded heavily into the kappa’s chest, but the spell was already completed. A ball of water rose up and up from the monster’s bowl, frothing and swirling with torrential power before falling down, not at the two adventurers that checked the kappa’s movements, but rather towards the three vanguards protecting the backline.

“Heechotchaaaa!”

Cold, fishy water blasted against Ames, Magpie, and Klein, bludgeoning them for 12, 22, and 26 points of damage respectively. It was almost enough to force them off their feet, but they held their ground against the magical attack. In that moment however, the spear-kappa circumvented them, dancing around the trio to rush towards Ari and Amulak. The mage’s bolt shot out again, grazing the kappa’s side and cratering the gravelly shore twenty meters away. Ari went in to intercept, but she was unarmored and unarmed; all she could do was throw her body in the way of the charging manlet. The spearpoint cut against her ribcage with the flaring pain of a long papercut, the shallow slice dealing 6 points of damage to her, before the rest of the kappa’s body slammed into her. The catgirl was knocked back, her reflexes enabling her to tumble onto her feet immediately, but the kappa continued onwards.

Now, there was nothing between its spear and Amulak’s throat.

The monster closed in.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Majoras Endsomething something dinner with Fine and talk magical politics?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

It was a regular old party now, wasn't it? A party of the hella violent, generally murderous, and sorta overwhelming part. With the strength of his sheer brawn, the lizardman continued to mow through groups of soldiers at once, flinging them around like a petulant child with a house of dolls. Serafaye looked to be encouraged by this as well, utilizing her even more impossible strength to flatout toss them at each other like bowling balls. Gratuitious violence all around, truly. The spellblade gave a backwards glance at Locke and Arte, an uncertain smile budding over her features. The developments that have passed...hm.

Better to stop thinking about this!

Deciding rather arbitrarily that this is the Final Battle For Their Freedom, Cecilia looked out through Locke's smoke towards the archers still positioned on the wall. If they had been more spread out, that woulda sucked, but considering the position her allies were holding, there wouldn't have been line-of-sight if they hadn't clumped up a bit. Vani made her plenty of projectiles, Yinha summoned something brilliantly horrifying, and Kaze did what he did best, holding the frontline so that Cecilia could retrieve the spearheads that he had shattered off the hafts. She calculated for distance, set the timing in her head, and, planting her spear into the ground, filled her new projectiles with her magic. Lightning crackled over their surfaces and they numbed her fingers as she grabbed them by the tips of the blade.

"Maybe I should get a bow some time..." Cecilia murmured.

But maybe she had been solo adventuring so long that she forgot spellblades were more or less expected to fill any role necessary in a composition?

Sighting the archers in the distance, the bladethrower drew her arm back and began to hurl magically-charged projectiles at those misfortunate soldiers, more forcing them to take cover or reposition rather than actually kill or maim them. Each spearhead that missed would curve back, flying into her outstretched palm as Cecilia set a steady rhythm, practically juggling five spearheads into the Imperials on the top of the wall.

"Locke, when we break out, shift your smoke up onto the wall!"

World Beyond the Lexicon

It's an arc?