Whammo. Not much to write about in this case, but Otis is ready to offer his wares.
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Perhaps there was something else impeding Davil’s progress.
Perhaps he should have been one of the ones to fail the entrance exam.
“This is a very loose theory,” Otis spoke, “But judging by this outcome, it appears related to your Ethos or your Prime Essence. This downward expulsion of air seems to be quite similar to the usage of Linearic Liner…”
For Davil, it was perhaps disappointment, perhaps frustration, but for Otis, this could only be described as something worth examining. The rest of the class had no issues forming their own Personal Barrier, after all. Was it simply inexperience with the manipulation of essence to begin with? Was it that Davil didn’t know his own Prime Essence and was unconsciously utilizing it, and thus, his own body subconsciously ended the spell before it could fully manifest and run him? Or was this, in truth, just normal?
Otis had said it himself, after all. A Personal Barrier was a difficult thing. Compact 3 was exceptional, if all but one of them were able to pick it up quickly. And it seemed like their exceptional circumstances would bring forth exceptional situations too. The Mannekins returned, featureless faces replicating a full classroom as the sound of flutes resonated with the strings within each construct’s body. Violence and violins. All these answers, yet the solution remains ‘war’.
Distance, once more.
Distant from the expectations of Wingram’s Heroism. Distant from the understanding of all others. Distant, as distant as black was from white, as a lightless cell was from the open sky.
“Davil, if you wish to risk your life to prove your point, then show me wonders of this world.”
The Door opened to reveal that astral expanse, the false heavens ruled by a child-god. From that void rose handles, a dozen in total, each unique in their form and function, all of them making a mockery of what a bladesmith would call a ‘sword’.
Otis himself had no intention on arming himself. His calluses were formed by handling tools, not weapons. But while he didn’t mind Davil being brutalized and hospitalized, it would simply be unfair to deny an artless individual the ability to defend themselves.
“The offer goes to the rest of you too,” the Strigidae said. “Consider it a favour, to be paid back at a latter time.”
@Ponn
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Yah, I was thinking less of Soulslike parries and more of the consecutive parrying in Sekiro or this thing here.
Ye, 25 then. My balancing is outta whack.
I’d say that her Parry mechanic is sorta like a repelling ward around her Instrument? When attacks strike it, rather than striking the surface of the blade or scabbard, it hits the ward instead, redirecting the incoming attack. In general, the type of repulsion would be…
If ranged projectile attack, deflect like basically any anime swordsman deflecting bullets.
If fluid or channeled attack, split in half like the Red Sea while remaining dry.
If melee attack, reflect and send them reeling back from Newton’s law of motion, as if they were a bouncy ball that just hit a hard wall.
So for ball of mucus, it’d split around her, the acid having not actually touched her Instrument, while if it was a fireball set to explode on impact, it’d be deflected away and explode after it strikes the ground, rather than when it struck the sword.
I’d say that her Parry mechanic is sorta like a repelling ward around her Instrument? When attacks strike it, rather than striking the surface of the blade or scabbard, it hits the ward instead, redirecting the incoming attack. In general, the type of repulsion would be…
If ranged projectile attack, deflect like basically any anime swordsman deflecting bullets.
If fluid or channeled attack, split in half like the Red Sea while remaining dry.
If melee attack, reflect and send them reeling back from Newton’s law of motion, as if they were a bouncy ball that just hit a hard wall.
So for ball of mucus, it’d split around her, the acid having not actually touched her Instrument, while if it was a fireball set to explode on impact, it’d be deflected away and explode after it strikes the ground, rather than when it struck the sword.
Will post tomorrow, probs. Davil's gonna fucking die if this is the shit we do on the first day kekek.
Parry responsibilities!
Time to roll on the death gacha?
To confirm, Nanaya, this supercharging is a passive effect here? Or is the lad saying he's going to get the Mannekins supercharged to beat the shit outta us?
To confirm, Nanaya, this supercharging is a passive effect here? Or is the lad saying he's going to get the Mannekins supercharged to beat the shit outta us?
Bleh bleh, cooking etc.
//Day 2 | Location: Nameless Forest - Lakeside
@Vertigo@baraquiel
Mayumi felt a migraine was inbound. “What is that idiot doing?”
“Mine.” Kunio slipped into the waters of the lake, detouring the boisterous Duncan and his pink-haired catch in order to retrieve the skewered fishes.
Ayano let out a dramatic sigh as she looked up from her task of doing absolutely nothing. “Ugh, fooling around at a time like this…Rin! You can make a rope swing, right?”
Daisuke side-eyed the fashionista, before cupping his hands around his mouth. “C’mon, Duncan! Let’s see a proper jump!”
Tsubaki was caught between conflicting feelings herself, but kept it to herself, a wry smile forming before she got back to adjusting to her one-handed life.
The inclusion of the watchtower-turned-diving tower looked to have improved the mood somewhat, at least. Dripping wet from the initial dunk, Duncan practically hoisted Asahi with him for a second go at it, while Rin made herself scarce, already moving on to her next construction project. It was a warm summer’s day, despite it all. A friend had died in the morning, and yet the world kept turning. They were stuck in the Otherside, but it felt like a camping trip. And all it too for that mental switch to happen would be to throw one’s self off a tower and let the adrenaline take you.
A curious thing, that.
Perhaps Asahi too, would have felt a switch, if only his senses were a touch duller.
But they weren’t.
Ten meters up once more. Breaking past the treeline. Exposed to the entirety of the sky, the horizon so much clearer. The mountain in the distance too, so much closer. Its jagged peak, like a shark’s tooth, gnawing at the heavens. It was entirely unlike the mountains of Kuroshio, wholly barren and malicious, promising no opportunity for life except through the deliverance of death. The sensation had been masked before, masked by closer concerns of shelter and food, of healing the injured. But his classmates were now either healed or dead and others were moving to hunt for larger prey. The shelter had already been built, and it would only approve as time went on.
Now, Asahi could feel it.
A magnetic pull and a creeping trepidation.
Something was there, in that mountain.
Something that would be their ruination and their salvation.
Something…that would have to wait until after this slow-motion journey from tower to lake concluded.
//Day 2 | Location: Nameless Forest - Forest Trails
@Yankee@Nakushita
A spinning axe kick!
Though Oros was not by any means the fastest, she had spirit if nothing else, and she had seized the initiative immediately. Both her heels slammed into the crown of the chalk-turtle, the impact like a car crash. Pain shot up her tendons, but the force had driven the monster’s face straight into the dirt. It had to have been effective, right? Even if it wouldn’t be a killing blow in the same way that Shun could deliver a killing blow, Oros had presented herself as a threat and, according to Masato’s own plan, her threat would cause the monster to turn around and run away…right into the tip of Masato’s spear.
Except it was a turtle. And turtles did not run.
She had failed to stun it and had failed to scare it off. Instead, Oros decided to start yapping, while the chalk-turtle itself retreated its limbs and head into the crag-like shell upon its back, completing its transformation into a boulder. If that was it, then the two Awakened could just argue with each other before thinking up a solution for breaking open the shell and getting the soft turtle meat beneath.
But it was Masato who heard the hum in the air first, sensed the danger in the too-many holes, in the multitude of imperfections within the chalk-turtle’s shell. Why those structural weaknesses? What purpose did they serve? How could such a slow creature avoid predation from the hulk-phants and the wolf-bears?
The humming could now be heard by Oros, and its origin became clear.
A symbiotic relationship.
One between the chalk-turtle and the…dragon-wasps!
Wriggling out from the chalk-turtle’s shell, elongated wasps with stingers that looked more like hooks crawled out, before their four wings buzzed and they took flight, a murderous swarm that spread out to dive right for Oros! This was no boulder, this was a hive!
//Day 2 | Location: Nameless Forest - The Den
@AThousandCurses
They did not understand human words.
But they did understand the yowling of a mad beast.
Her tendons snapped like rubber bands as Shun propelled herself the second time, Overclock misfiring from lack of energy. She crashed into the neighbouring hulk-phant, feeling its shoulder bones fracture from her head-long charge, but before she could follow up, a wolf-bear lunged for her, swatting her off its packmate. The two of them tumbled away briefly, a tangle of limbs and rage, bloodied teeth and sharpened fangs. Shun could feel the weakness of her own limbs still, the aching looseness of her ruptured tendons preventing her from springing back up to her feet.
Suddenly, the weight of the wolf-bear is gone, the beast springing away to reveal two paws like tree-trunks, raised up in the air to smash into her while she's prone. She had broken the hulk-phant's shoulder, but so what? It had three more limbs to go, and enough mass to smash her flat!
And yet, in that same instant, in the slowed time that was brought by a life-and-death confrontation, Shun could finally feel the flesh she had consumed be distilled into a drop of fuel. Flesh knit near-instantly, her tendons connecting once more as the forge flashed in an ecstatic surge of energy!
It was do or die.
But that just made it another day on the highway.
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