Mm, but what's in it for the familiar? Or is there some sort of magic involved in making someone a familiar that forces the person to be compliant?
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Gotcha. And what does being a familiar entail, in this particular setup?
Tentatively interested in this idea. To confirm, how supernatural is the world overall? Would the Catholic Church have been persecuting actual witches most of the time, rather than just hapless normal humans? Is the Japanese countryside filled with man-eating monsters and land gods?
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Would it be possible for Eliza to buy the Thornwitch Blade with just her silver coins??
You can downgrade coins at a ratio of 1 to 4. Just turn one of your silver coins into 4 bronze, and it'll be enough to afford the Thornwitch. Be aware though, that it's a single-use item.
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Ten minutes after Justine’s message was sent out, a SUV with tinted windows pulled into the parking lot, backing in smoothly. Stepping out from all four doors in an almost uncanny unison were four men dressed sharply in three-piece suits. Each of them carried a bag of some sort, whether it be a sports bag, a fishing bag, or a leather clutch, and any particularly astute observer would see the curious trinkets around their fingers, in their earlobes, or hanging from their necks. They carried a small fortune in magical artifacts, purchases made with ill-gotten money and blood-sealed connections, and they wore it with a pride that only bastards could.
The boss, a stubble chinned brunette with a strong jaw, strolled casually into the rippling space that Sonia had generated, letting out a low whistle as he took in the absolute nothing that was the gathering. “Damn,” he said, with no particular commitment. “Thought the brights would be more eager than us for this shit.”
A pale-skinned thug, his tiger-like eyes gleaming in the subdued lighting of the generated space, grinned. Plopping down on one of the chairs, he reclined, slamming his feet on another set of chairs. “Ain’t no biggie, boss. First come first serve for refreshments, ye? Oi, waitress! Got some meat on you or what?”
“Ignore him,” a dour-faced man cut in. Amongst the quartet of gangsters, he was the one that looked most at home in a business suit, and, ignoring the half-hearted curses from his younger colleague, he turned towards Justine. “The Red Nest has come to fulfill our side of the contract. You are certain that the Cradle will act?”
The final member did not enter the space yet. Staying outside, he stood beside a concrete pillar to light a cigarette. He took a drag, blew out a cloud, and closed his eyes, his other senses alert for the approach of others. The boss had always been more about profit than vengeance when it came to their line of work; he couldn’t count the amount of brethren they had lost over the decades to those dogs of the Patrons. In this particular case though, profit and vengeance intersected.
It would be a good day today. He looked forward to it.
The teacher had yellow eyes. Really going all in on the whole inhuman deal, wasn’t she? Kouki wondered if they glowed in the dark, but put those thoughts aside in preparation for more troublesome activities. A demonstration of one’s quirks? It made sense, hero class and all, but still, he didn’t see it coming. Problematic, for sure. He clenched his glutes, shook his head.
Whatever, he’ll have to change first. Ten minutes would be enough to shrug off his uniform and exchange it for a shirt and shorts, after all. After that, it would be…
Oh hell, they had an audience. What’s more, it was an audience filled with his middle school acquaintances. Kouki wasn’t certain how many of his Hero class classmates were Matsubara natives, but amongst the notebook-wielding group, he could definitely pick out a couple who he had the…pleasure of being acquainted with before. A grimace reflexively emerged. He’d gotten a haircut since middle school, but there was still a pretty good chance that he’d be recognized, huh? Whatever. It was just quirks. Everyone had quirks, even if he managed to go through school without talking about his. Didn’t even need to show off for this demonstration. Not like they were going to be scored on their performance, after all.
So he found himself a nice, cozy corner of the gym, and watched the rest of his classmates get on with it. Magnet hands looked interesting, more emitter than mutant. Bubblegum looked like a mess, but fit the whole ‘Rescue Hero’ theme that Matsubara Hero Academy had transitioned into. Four arms was…four strong arms. Not much to say there, other than reminding him of a Pokemon. Wings looked big, but Kouki spent more time wondering if wingman was a model. There was something about him he couldn’t quite put a finger on, and it bugged him enough to click his tongue. Air man was underwhelming, but understandable considering the reasons UA rejected him. Slime man was something else.
A whole lotta something else.
If others had applauded the slime boy, Kouki may have joined them. Probably not though.
More wings. Smaller wings and less wings, but at least she flew well? He couldn’t tell. Reindeer gave him secondhand embarrassment. He looked away, eyes closed, but what he heard told him that she managed to redeem herself before things got too awkward. Saki did well. It still confused Kouki how her intelligence boost worked, but, as with most mutant quirks, he simply stopped thinking about it.
The last girl, though, was…concerning.
Scary, more like. Big mental issues, even. Or maybe it was all just her quirk? Some sort of personality switching thing? Jekyll and Hyde? Made more sense why she was interested in getting lessons from villains. A weirdo, regardless. Though that was sorta obvious from the get-go, considering her getup.
While the support class was still recovering from the shock of that whole incident, Kouki pushed off from his cozy corner, relaxing his body just enough so that one liter’s worth of Quicksilver could slide out of his body, up his back, over his right shoulder, and then out of the sleeve of his shirt. Seven slender tendrils stretched out, a dull silver that slipped around the others to sweep the floor. As pieces of the plastic knife fell back down, Kouki’s Quicksilver picked it back up, methodically gathering up the individual bits into a tidy bundle. The task was completed after a bit, and the silver tendrils reversed course, bringing the garbage in front of the bipolar supergirl.
Three seconds elapsed.
The tendrils dropped the plastic bits, indifferent as to whether it fell on the floor again or not, and retracted into Kouki’s sleeve, then down his back, and finally into his tailbone hole once more.
It was the stone then, not the carvings, that caused that strange, electric sensation. Isidore pocketed the shard as he strode towards the mountainside building. He had briefly entertained the idea of breaking off a couple more shards from the black slabs, but held off from it. They appeared to have been untouched for a good while, after all. There would be opportunity to backtrack at a later time and collect more of them if need be.
And indeed, greater sights caught his attention. The warden of the prison finally revealed itself, yet another fantastical creation in a world that had already defied his understanding of reality three times over. Rather than the hilariously obese wardens that his men often mocked over beer and cigarettes, this was a monster that could cow even the most hardened individual. A giant of stone, whose footfalls caused the earth to quake. Though Isidore had always been of the belief that a sufficiently powerful gun would suffice as a brutal but efficient end to any man-made problem, the gun he’d need for this situation…most likely wouldn’t exist back in his old world either.
Not one that he could hold in his two hands, at least.
The colossus ran a different direction, however, and as its form disappeared behind the building, the dark haired youth spotted three others. Two normal human beings, a petite Asian and a baby-faced Caucasian, as well as another individual with strange ears. He wasn’t so out of touch with modern trends that he couldn’t recognize a furry when he saw one, but still, it was beginning to become somewhat uncanny now, how many incredibly beautiful women existed. Isidore couldn’t help but let a small smile surface. Before he got ahead of himself, however, he slipped back around the corner, avoiding detection. They were certainly more well-armed than his own group; until Augusta could confirm their capabilities with her blessed eyes, he had no intention of initiating communication.
And she seemed to require his presence regardless, judging by the tone of her voice.
Striding over to the woman, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, prepared to steady her or push her aside at any sign of something truly dangerous manifesting from the black slab. “There’s three others around the corner. A girl, a boy, and a fox-eared woman,” he said. “They are armed with two swords to our one. A stone golem ran off to the side as well, in the opposite direction that we walked in. Nick, guard our back and give a sign if they’re approaching. Augusta, if something useful is gleaned from this, don’t share this knowledge so readily. It's leverage.”
The guard glared at Ari, his mood shifting from slightly annoyed to visibly irritated. If he were more corrupt, perhaps he’d ring her in on trumped-up charges and see how much she enjoyed a day in the pillories, but Immortals were creatures not of the world. Chances were high any punishment, once processed, would simply be avoided by them ascending to the Greater Realm. Most city-states didn’t bother with minor punishments thus, and he settled for shooing her off instead, waving his hand dismissively as one would to a mosquito or a fruit fly.
Unmolested by the iron hand of the law, the catgirl adventurer was free to continue her adventure along the sewage river, the smell of weird, disgusting things becoming more intense as she continued further along. Was her heart beating faster due to the smell of adventure? Or was this a strange physiological reaction to all the new, gross smells that she was now exposed to? The path became an incline soon enough, the ramshackled buildings that flanked the river forming an almost canyon-like setting. The sun had shifted, and long shadows stretched into the river. Here, there were no adjacent streets for random guards to spot her from, and while Ari had yet to chance upon a manhole, she could hear something else.
The trickling of rancid water, splattering into the river below.
Over the side of the walkway she strode upon, there was another four foot wide tunnel, leaking out water that joined the river below. Though there was no ledge for her to stand up while crawling inside, there was no grate either. So long as she could maneuver herself into the gap in the wall, Ari should be able to get access to some sort of sewer system.
On the other hand though, she was now a good fifteen minute walk away from the initial entrance to the hideout.
@Greengoat
The blue-haired priestess nodded sagely, completely understanding of Lugh’s pure intentions regarding his desire to further hone his spirit through physical duress. Returning his bow with her own, though much more shallowly than he did in order to observe her higher status as a religious figure, she waited for the Immortal’s spiel to continue, before smiling.
“It’s a noble cause that you have chosen to partake in,” she spoke. “Though many come to the temple in search of training in the mystical and martial arts, few are those willing also to truly engage in the faith of the Lady of the Alabaster Scales. We, at the Shin-Yu Temple, will be happy to train you. Before you begin your initiation, however, how do you wish to be addressed?”
Whether through sheltered naivety or simple kindness, the priestess didn’t seem all too perturbed by Lugh’s rather pretentious language. Perhaps it’s just part and parcel for the clergy?
@Cu Chulainn
They had collided after all, and the frogman did not let even an instant of that opportunity slip past. While Ames scored points with Klein, the monster sprung off, shooting towards Amulak even as the mage tried to gather up mana for another arcane blast.
By himself, there was never enough time. His AGI was insufficient, his opponent a blur of slick skin that promised to crack his skull open.
But once again, there was someone willing to be a shield. Of the party, only Raime, his stamina burning away to continue the acceleration of his body, could match the frogman in speed. His agility spurred him onwards, further than ever before. His dexterity guided his steps, ensuring that his path was set. Grass flew up into the air and he intercepted the monster like an arrow, leaping out moments before impact to transition into a flying shoulder tackle.
The frogman, however, had caught arrows before. And Raime was but a ranger, unskilled in the nuances of close quarters combat.
The ranger’s world exploded in white light.
Changing targets, the frogman, with superior reach due to his inhuman size, clenched his right fist and buried it into Raime’s face. The closest to Raime, Klein, could see the gory details in unabashedly gruesome realistic detail. He had not been fast enough to catch the frogman before the ranger was able to charge in, and now, he could see Raime’s nose be pushed into his face, four of his front teeth embedded into the frogman’s fist in a symbol of pathetic defiance. The ranger flipped four times in the air and crashed into the ground, 92 damage dealt as his sacrificial charge only served to empower the frogman’s punch.
Prone and crippled by pain, Raime was wholly defenseless as the frogman raised his foot up high into the air for a finishing stomp. Before it could be delivered, Klein barreled in, his physical size doing more to restrain his foe than his actual strength. It was like trying to stop a horse, so mismatched were their respective Strength attributes, but Ames, red-headed and brimming with energy, circled around as well, taking one side as Amulak took the other. Power Attack and Mana Bolt landed on opposite sides of the frogman, scorch marks and the beginnings of a bruise forming on his skin.
Perhaps he will leave the ranger for another time.
The raised leg, once prepped for a stomp, whipped out towards Ames instead, cracking the warrior on the cheek with a blow that was more swift that damaging. He twisted away from the strike, absorbing 24 damage as system-guided reflexes kicked in to carry him out of the frogman’s range.
A translucent slime slipped out from his skin next, cold and gross where Klein’s body contacted with it. The grappler could see it coming, but he couldn’t prepare for it in time; with a twist of his body, the frogman slipped out of his grasp, spinning into a throat chop that connected right upon the Adam’s apple for 29 damage. The sharp pain didn’t cripple Klein, but his sudden inability to breathe air was plenty disturbing, and the force of the strike was almost enough for him to drop his spear and clutch at his throat.
The frogman turned, once more, towards Amulak, his intentions deadly clear.
A rock bounced by his feet.
How many times can a mage be saved by the actions of his companions, really?
Emerging from the Pearl Bloom River, her clothes clinging to her skin and her hair masking her face, Magpie screamed out, danced, and finally, struck a new pose. A familiar pose. A nostalgic pose. The pose that so many Immortals struck, the pose of an peerless warrior within the Greater Realm. Her virtual veins sang, her heart beat its war chant, and in that moment, a nayuta of synapse fired, enlightenment granted within this act of audacious showboating.
The ground shattered underneath the frogman’s leap and the air itself was sliced in the wake of his crescent kick, as he flew towards Magpie with a beheading blow.
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Unmolested by the iron hand of the law, the catgirl adventurer was free to continue her adventure along the sewage river, the smell of weird, disgusting things becoming more intense as she continued further along. Was her heart beating faster due to the smell of adventure? Or was this a strange physiological reaction to all the new, gross smells that she was now exposed to? The path became an incline soon enough, the ramshackled buildings that flanked the river forming an almost canyon-like setting. The sun had shifted, and long shadows stretched into the river. Here, there were no adjacent streets for random guards to spot her from, and while Ari had yet to chance upon a manhole, she could hear something else.
The trickling of rancid water, splattering into the river below.
Over the side of the walkway she strode upon, there was another four foot wide tunnel, leaking out water that joined the river below. Though there was no ledge for her to stand up while crawling inside, there was no grate either. So long as she could maneuver herself into the gap in the wall, Ari should be able to get access to some sort of sewer system.
On the other hand though, she was now a good fifteen minute walk away from the initial entrance to the hideout.
@Greengoat
The blue-haired priestess nodded sagely, completely understanding of Lugh’s pure intentions regarding his desire to further hone his spirit through physical duress. Returning his bow with her own, though much more shallowly than he did in order to observe her higher status as a religious figure, she waited for the Immortal’s spiel to continue, before smiling.
“It’s a noble cause that you have chosen to partake in,” she spoke. “Though many come to the temple in search of training in the mystical and martial arts, few are those willing also to truly engage in the faith of the Lady of the Alabaster Scales. We, at the Shin-Yu Temple, will be happy to train you. Before you begin your initiation, however, how do you wish to be addressed?”
Whether through sheltered naivety or simple kindness, the priestess didn’t seem all too perturbed by Lugh’s rather pretentious language. Perhaps it’s just part and parcel for the clergy?
@Cu Chulainn
They had collided after all, and the frogman did not let even an instant of that opportunity slip past. While Ames scored points with Klein, the monster sprung off, shooting towards Amulak even as the mage tried to gather up mana for another arcane blast.
By himself, there was never enough time. His AGI was insufficient, his opponent a blur of slick skin that promised to crack his skull open.
But once again, there was someone willing to be a shield. Of the party, only Raime, his stamina burning away to continue the acceleration of his body, could match the frogman in speed. His agility spurred him onwards, further than ever before. His dexterity guided his steps, ensuring that his path was set. Grass flew up into the air and he intercepted the monster like an arrow, leaping out moments before impact to transition into a flying shoulder tackle.
The frogman, however, had caught arrows before. And Raime was but a ranger, unskilled in the nuances of close quarters combat.
The ranger’s world exploded in white light.
Changing targets, the frogman, with superior reach due to his inhuman size, clenched his right fist and buried it into Raime’s face. The closest to Raime, Klein, could see the gory details in unabashedly gruesome realistic detail. He had not been fast enough to catch the frogman before the ranger was able to charge in, and now, he could see Raime’s nose be pushed into his face, four of his front teeth embedded into the frogman’s fist in a symbol of pathetic defiance. The ranger flipped four times in the air and crashed into the ground, 92 damage dealt as his sacrificial charge only served to empower the frogman’s punch.
Prone and crippled by pain, Raime was wholly defenseless as the frogman raised his foot up high into the air for a finishing stomp. Before it could be delivered, Klein barreled in, his physical size doing more to restrain his foe than his actual strength. It was like trying to stop a horse, so mismatched were their respective Strength attributes, but Ames, red-headed and brimming with energy, circled around as well, taking one side as Amulak took the other. Power Attack and Mana Bolt landed on opposite sides of the frogman, scorch marks and the beginnings of a bruise forming on his skin.
Perhaps he will leave the ranger for another time.
The raised leg, once prepped for a stomp, whipped out towards Ames instead, cracking the warrior on the cheek with a blow that was more swift that damaging. He twisted away from the strike, absorbing 24 damage as system-guided reflexes kicked in to carry him out of the frogman’s range.
A translucent slime slipped out from his skin next, cold and gross where Klein’s body contacted with it. The grappler could see it coming, but he couldn’t prepare for it in time; with a twist of his body, the frogman slipped out of his grasp, spinning into a throat chop that connected right upon the Adam’s apple for 29 damage. The sharp pain didn’t cripple Klein, but his sudden inability to breathe air was plenty disturbing, and the force of the strike was almost enough for him to drop his spear and clutch at his throat.
The frogman turned, once more, towards Amulak, his intentions deadly clear.
A rock bounced by his feet.
How many times can a mage be saved by the actions of his companions, really?
Emerging from the Pearl Bloom River, her clothes clinging to her skin and her hair masking her face, Magpie screamed out, danced, and finally, struck a new pose. A familiar pose. A nostalgic pose. The pose that so many Immortals struck, the pose of an peerless warrior within the Greater Realm. Her virtual veins sang, her heart beat its war chant, and in that moment, a nayuta of synapse fired, enlightenment granted within this act of audacious showboating.
The ground shattered underneath the frogman’s leap and the air itself was sliced in the wake of his crescent kick, as he flew towards Magpie with a beheading blow.
@Searat@Psyker Landshark@Yankee@OwO@Shovel
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