ERode

Iris Ascendis

I’ll prep a post for the end of this round then. And will wait for the Sifr response before launch.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

While you RPed on forums, they mastered the art of the bicep curl, obv.

And on more related notes, I did ping NoCo about the completed CS, but they haven't responded yet, yah.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

"NO WE'RE NOT!"

@Xaltwind

Typical over-emotional response indicative of childhood insecurities. ;3

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Their previous physical appearance likely had an impact on their psyche, which would carry over into their future form, at least in the short-term. Like how dudes who're super jacked would still carry on their insecurities from when they were acne-scarred nerds.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Xalt pls. Look at how shapely his face is, and how shiny his hair is and how unblemished his skin is. You don't go through high school with that sorta look if you haven't spent at least an hour every night on skincare and an hour every morning on haircare.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Quick paste up. Peace, Crusader.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

It fell into silence.

Esfir glanced towards the others, tilting her head back to the entrance. If they had gone and ran, perhaps escape would have been easy after all. Nothing had descended from outside the caves either, nothing had squashed flat the critters that had scurried away after that booming roar. If there was nothing that was coming for them, what did that mean?

She swallowed, gathering her wits in her guts, and stepped further into the darkness. Her bare feet padded quietly against the stone and dirt, her brow furrowing with focus as the orc runt approached one wall and continued alongside it. What could that roar have been? A nocturnal creature, just scaring away those that disturbed its rest? A wounded creature, putting on a facade to intimidate those away from approach? Or simply a predator who wasn't interested in hunting?

Hah.

Perhaps it was literally just the delayed echo of the explosion from before, warped into a nightmare-scream by the twisted caverns of the cave?
@Unkown58@King Cosmos

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

@Silver Carrot The simplification of anatomy that's part of the anime-style makes it generally difficult to create someone who is 'average', yeah. Presumably, you're the type who would peg Kirito as 'thin attractive guy'?

Alternatively, just come up with a description of the person first and then start looking through things gradually.

Iris Ascendis

Schemes do be scheming.

@Nanaya I plan on Otis doing a bit of a speech when the students start bum-rushing inside. How do you want me to handle that sorta thing, with regards to your own update-post?

Iris Ascendis

_{@Nanaya@Estylwen@AThousandCurses@Sifr@Psyker Landshark}

In darkness, Otis observed the end of this play.

Ciara was monstrous after all. He would maintain good relations with her and, if need be, pick the option of maximum annihilation if he had to kill her. Nothing less than that would suit someone who fully embodied their moniker of shadow-witch, not when she could deliver a true silence to the swarm of puppet-warriors.

Davil too, possessed something more than just excitable, heroic energy. The Strigidae had presumed a speech. Grand gesticulations, perhaps a brandishing of that chainsaw katana again. Goofball tactics. But though he could not hear what was being exchanged within the enclosed space of the barrier, the motions spoke for themselves. Davil, perhaps, also had a mask. Otis would recalibrate in response.

And finally, the paladin. By all rights, she should be dead. By all rights, if Gulliver had even the slightest instinct for close combat, she’d be the one lying down there. But she was the one standing in the end, even when her Ethos had burnt out entirely, even when her nerves ought to have been fried out. Otis didn’t trust in such ephemeral abstractions as determination and the power of will. He’ll have to find an opportunity to dissect her.

But that opportunity, and many others, would have to wait. The Master had fallen, and with it, the Mannekins would too. There were no more obstructions for the countless other students who sought out the auditorium, and when they reached it, what would they see? So few chairs. So few spots. In the gloom, he caught two of those who participated in the fight already relaxing, already focused on recuperation instead of preparation. Foolish. He would let them rot, if it wasn’t for the fact that he owed at least one of them something for their contribution.

And thus, the thought passed through, from the Seeker to the Hunger.

“Take all the chairs and toss them into my Door. The others don’t have enough strength to fight for twenty minutes over these chairs, especially if Ethos are introduced.” They could escape the chaos that had erupted at the top of the bridge, but they couldn’t escape the auditorium. If a brawl broke out, they would be caught in the action, no matter where they were. “Don’t leave a single one behind, Ciara. If you can’t retrieve them in time, destroy them.”

As the plan formulated between the accomplices, Otis himself was already heading up to the stage, hurriedly brushing off the wooden chips that had gotten caught in his clothes. What happened next would work out best if he could impress upon them an aura of authority. He needed to look perfect for what came after. And right now? What he needed was order.

“Davil! Help get the others up onto the stage and seat them down. That includes Gulliver. The rest of you, patch yourselves up. Ciara, join us once you’re done, and I’ll open the windows once more.” He stripped quickly, taking off his coat and his hat, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it out and slick it back. “Sit tall and be proud. If any of you show weakness at this stage, I’m throwing you to the wolves!”

What he needed was a perfect deception, to shed his position as a student and take on the mantle of an adjudicator.