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You showed up.

One way or another, you've arrived at my profile. You've taken a wrong turn in an alleyway because you didn't pay enough attention to your map. You've heard of something cool and new and thought maybe you'd see what all the fuss is about? Or maybe it is that you noticed like me updating my status or were lurking through an RP or something I am in and just kinda clicked my profile, that happens too. Regardless, you'll come to learn that your actions have consequences. Not this one since you can always just, like, leave.

I have a few names and I don't mind being called whatever you fancy at that given time. KingofTheSpectrum, FamishedPants, ChadChadlainn. Any derivative of these is fine as well. Most tend to use Pants, however. I'm nearing my thirties and enjoy games, anime, V-tubers, and visual novels. You can find my still-obsolete list here as it contains everything important on it.

As for games particularly, I am a huge fan of Devil May Cry, Metal Gear Solid, Nier and its sequel, FFXIV, and recently, Project Wingman.I tend to lean towards shooters and action games, but I have also wasted 8+ years on League of Legends. I think the only games I tend to avoid are card games and sports games, but there can always be exceptions.

For anime, I tend to watch whatever looks entertaining. It doesn't have to be good. I've seen a lot of the generic, poor-quality isekai harems that are out there. It's difficult to remember what I actually genuinely like, but Chaika the Coffin Princess comes to mind, as well as FMA: Brotherhood. I'm currently enjoying Tokyo Revengers.

I've read my fair share of visual novels, as my list would tell you. I can't recommend going through Muv Luv Extra/Unlimited, then playing Alternative enough! Big fan of Rance, Grisaia no Kajitsu, and Demonbane as well. I could probably go on and on about them, but I'll stop here.

Also, fuck you, Broken.

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S a m u e l



"I'm out of hands but not out of options!"

— Sam



A battered, burnt, and breathless Samuel used what he figured were his last moments to defiantly gaze into the eyes of his foe. The pitiful human he returned to was able to express the disappointment at the result of this fight, but no fear.

I haven't accomplished enough yet... if only I were stronger...!

But Lenore's attack never came. Instead, Arzendale's demise caused the nun's mad enhancements to dissolve and with it her desire to kill him, apparently. With a few parting words, she left while Samuel was still speechless from surprise and confusion.

Samuel snapped out of his daze when not long after, grunting in pain as he scoured his immediate area for his mask. He cast a glance over the edge of the pillar and though he couldn't see much, he gathered that the fighting had ceased. It appeared they had come out victorious, but it was certainly not without cost.

...

...

...

When Silhouette was able to regroup with his team, he approached them massaging his wrists. This was the only outward indication he had even been subject to any discomfort aside from labored breathing, but the fact was he was having trouble not repeatedly and vividly recalling the pain of losing his hands moments ago.

Managing to put on a convincing and purely figurative mask, he glanced around at the rest of the G.E.M.I.N.I agents and only just avoided frowning as his eyes moved over the corpses of the sacrifices.

We managed to avoid losing any agents so ultimately this mission is a success so far, despite the hardship and deaths. Still...

'Little Sammy', huh?

I certainly don't feel victorious.


Binky's voice drew Samuel's attention, but he wasn't surprised in the least she was ready to get things done with. They couldn't waste time worrying about how bad that fight could have gotten or who they could save. "I suffered a lot of damage in that fight but I still have a fair amount of mana to provide," he said in direct response to Binky's calling that those who couldn't fight should leave. "...provided that someone can spare a beneficial note or two."

Samuel may not have expressed it quite as well as someone like Jacqueline could, but he was just as likely as her to call it quits. He was driven by not by righteousness or empathy, but purely dedication to his duty as a G.E.M.I.N.I agent.

...yes, it would set a bad example for our new blood were I to flee when I might conceivably assist still.

It was also quite conceivable his presence could be a detriment, but he chose to ignore that potential, and the group made their way further into the mansion, and towards Justin.

...

...

...

All the clothes in the world aren't going to keep him safe from us.

The G.E.M.I.N.I demon was being diligent despite his pain and keeping his eyes open for any more ambushes -- another nun like that getting close would surely result in his death -- but it was impossible not to observe the sheer fascination this vampire seemed to have with clothes. Samuel understood fashion to a small extent because appearances are quite important in a business, but nothing could prepare him for Justin.

Literally.

I wish I could say that is the most disturbing piece of 'art' I've had the displeasure of witnessing...

Though every fiber of his being screamed out in unison to do so, the transformed Silhouette didn't roll his eyes. It also helped that the unmistakable form of Billy Black, a known terrorist, was present in the room.

The entire exchange between Binky and Black was tense. As an upstanding member of G.E.M.I.N.I, Samuel would not hesitate to remove the head of the snake that was Maverick, but it appeared as though the two heavyweights in the room agreed that Justin must take priority.

...that was why it was a little offputting that Binky left them to fight what Samuel interpreted as some mixture of Maverick 'agents' and some Freelancers, a couple of whom Samuel couldn't mistake as having participated with them at the precinct. Unlike Su Fang, Samuel Howard had fought alongside them and it was hard to mistake both Klava and Apollo as they didn't exactly look inconspicuous. Of course, neither did he.

This situation is exactly why I would prefer not to mingle with their types, even if their results can be spectacular. You never know when they'll end up on the opposing team...

Samuel cursed the circumstances but was ultimately not emotionally invested in either of the two Freelancers he recognized aside from respect for their capabilities, something they likely both would prefer he didn't have as it would lessen the chance he may underestimate them.

Strangely enough, his eyes came at a complete halt on one member he didn't recognize. Or, well, he didn't think he did? But she still felt familiar, a little bit. That was really odd considering he specifically avoided associating himself with clowns and the like where possible.

Where possible.

For some reason, Samuel felt the need to reiterate that in his head. But much like the familiarity with the jester, he wasn't sure why.

Well, it must be nothing. I don't meet enough cute clowns to have the ability to forget them. And it's really for the best if I don't know them, I think.

That was because he offered no objection towards Breacher's decision and, lacking the hands necessary to signal back to Orion (he wasn't even able to wield his instruments in a way he could fight with them, deciding to carry them tucked into his armpits) he replied with a nod to her inquirey as the attack started.

While both Breacher and Valkyrie went on the offensive, Klava initiated her assault, but thankfully he wasn't a target. It would be a lie to say he didn't desire to focus her down right now and limit the damange she could cause, but even with a numbers advantage, they couldn't afford to neglect everyone for a single Esper.

Plus it was inadvisable to engage in melee combat when you didn't have hands to hold your instruments and severe burns all over your magical body. He chose, instead, to do something else.

Thinking about what he should do, he knew he required some setup to make the most out of his contributions to this battle, and thus, he spent most of the time allotted to him darting downwards and taking a position beside the armoire, and self-casting a melody that enveloped his person in a shadowy embrace which masked his presence from both eyesight and earshot.

I legitimately forgot I even had Black Desert.
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*Groans of increasing discomfort*

— Sam



It seemed he had been incorrect in his assumption that a simple projectile would be better than a telegraphed spawn or beam for the quick-moving foe he was dealing with, though this was due to friendly interference. If he knew he was going to be denied line-of-sight things might be different. But this fight had not been one that allowed Silhouette to go long before requiring action and his lament at an unfortunate outcome for yet another one of his spells was put on hold for the time being. He had an ally to protect, after all.

Deftly his blades soared through the air as cut the orbs that Arzendale had sent after Valkyrie. His waltz of blades was executed perfectly and none of the orbs made it through in one piece, ceasing their momentum and floating in the air.

Ah, as expected. Try to remain calm, Sam.

Sometimes, a person did not have enough options to avoid even an obvious trick like this one. He had no constructs to rely upon to block the attack, and the alternative was to allow Valkyrie to succumb to the flames instead. Perhaps someone better suited to this sort of role should have taken his place, but that didn't change the fact he was the one caught in the radius of the orbs right now.

In an eruption of cursed, twisted flames, Samuel's body ignited and his world burst into suffering. He had prepared himself for intense pain but no amount of that could negate the sheer overwhelming agony being caught ablaze inflicted on an individual and he let out a hellish growl, nearly losing his footing as he struggled to keep his coherence through it.

Friendlyfirefriendlyfirefriendlyfire! Edgeedgeedge! Fallfallfall!

He wasn't entirely successful, as the flames provided too much stimulation for him to properly think, though he kept his focus through repeating keywords in his mind frantically. There was far too much to take in for him to even register that Valkyrie had attempted to instruct him over comms, though this wasn't detrimental as he had already intended on doing exactly that. As far as putting out a fire goes, Samuel didn't really have many options on hand besides potentially that. He was prepared to throw himself off their perch if there was no other way to avoid catching Valkyrie in the blaze, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Still repeating those words in his head, Samuel got as far as he could away from Valkyrie while on the pillar before becoming intangible, his concentration (or what there really was of it) was entirely devoted to the sort of mantra he had created, namely ensuring that he did not fall off the pillar as well as not accidentally cause himself to fall through it during his intangibility, since he would naturally move away from the fire so that he wouldn't just reignite the second his melody ended.

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"If at first, you don't succeed..."

— Sam



The G.E.M.I.N.I agents surely could not say they were the owners of the momentum for this fight, but with Su's assistance, Samuel managed to avoid burning alive, and they now had new structures to work with. With Orion MIA and Jacqueline separated from the group, their immediate goal was to regroup with their overextended agent while avoiding any more dire situations like succumbing to oil and fire.

Unfortunately, before they could do that, Arzendale went ahead and executed more hostages. One of them even happened to be a small child, a fact that merely served to remind Samuel he would be mistaken if he treated these beings as people instead of monsters.

Oh... little one... you deserved so much better than this. I apologize that the best that we can do is avenge you.

Maybe rushing in wasn't the smartest decision, but it couldn't be taken back now. And no matter what Arzendale said, it was ultimately him who decided to kill those people. Samuel wouldn't lose his composure over the losses, but he would treat the deaths of these three monsters as his apology to the child.

As much as he wanted to follow Breacher and Wukong, he couldn't imagine the nun not taking the chance to get close to Valkyrie. It was impossible to tell if she could simply Blink, so he wasn't going to risk anything here. And Breacher must have been thinking the same thing, as she mentioned as much before she lept off the rails and began her charge towards the monsters.

Silhouette would leave direct backup to agent Wukong here, but he couldn't do anything about the projectiles going after her. He simply wasn't suited for this kind of role, even if he had every intention of playing it. Well, that was no excuse to do nothing. The nun would likely be trying something soon. Making sure she hadn't already, he went ahead and decided to attack her.

His inhuman fingers came together in an instant, and channeling his mana through his sword, he fired a dark bolt that transformed during its flight into an enlarged replica of his demonic hand, attempting to seize the nun yet again.
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"Good luck with the 1v1 Valkyrie, and try to nail the landing."

— Sam



There is no currency more valuable than time.

This is common advice everyone has probably heard before, but the disappointing truth is that not enough people take it to heart and they pay for it in some way: a teenager neglecting his study to play games will often score low on a sudden test, a criminal too invested in grabbing everything they can have a higher chance of running into the police, and a fighter thinking too hard on how to defend may just eat the punch entirely.

It is not as though Samuel wanted to try to parry solely with his dagger in this circumstance. He knew the woman would have the momentum and weight advantage. But he did have to properly position himself in front of Valkyrie, and he wasn't confident he could get his sword into a position any more stable than that with what remained. It was more that this was all he thought he could afford to do.

But even then, his budgeting was not entirely perfect. He had blown a portion of his funds on the parry but was convinced he had enough leftover to purchase the stab to her leg. He got as far as to put that action in his cart before he realized his math was wrong and that wouldn't be happening. In a quiet panic, he backed out of that deal and hurriedly bought a meager defense against the Nun instead.

God damned sales tax gets me every time.

S-she's quite fast! Or maybe I'm just too slow?

Yeah, she was much faster than he anticipated, able to edge him out even when he'd started his attack before her. Worse yet, his melody found no purchase before the nun purified the attempted restraint. To be neutered so thoroughly in a second was disheartening... but Samuel wasn't going to cave and crumble just from that. It wasn't like he was alone.

Valkyrie should be lining up a shot.

That's why he went for a restraint melody in the first place. He was fine just making the opening his ally needed to land a decisive shot with her railgun. The only problem was... it was taking far longer than he expected, and he felt he wouldn't be able to keep up these trades with her for an extended period of time. But he knew she was still there since he still felt her right behind him.

Wait, she hasn't moved...

She had some room to move around behind her yet she hadn't taken it. What was the deal? In the nun's eyes laid the answer. The quite real potential of being killed in that exchange did shake him just enough that he didn't catch what he otherwise would have: that this woman's eyes had yet to leave his ally.

Is it sight-based, then? If she's the reason I'm not getting any backup, then if I can just plac---

There wasn't even truly a pause. Samuel hadn't decided to daydream mid-combat, she was just that quick with her kick.

With a loud grunt, Samuel was sent crashing into Valkyrie and they both collided with a statue that crumbled with them, covering them in a black substance he instantly identified as something he didn't want to be drenched in.

Despite the pain and embarrassment, Samuel jumped to his feet as soon as he could, but he was presented with a multitude of problems.

What should I do? What can I do?

There were so many expenses and yet he simply could not afford the costs to cover all of them. But none of these threats could be ignored, as they would be collected by gruesome ends. A terribly painful death by burns if he ignored the embers, he didn't want to imagine what kind of unpleasant surprise those fumes held, and he somehow knew the nun wasn't about to have any change of heart. At best, she'd decapitate them for a swift end.

...but the bodies in the room suggested that given the chance, nobody would be so lucky.

No, he only had two problems. He could not think of a third. Dealing with three problems when one of them was proving too much for him simply was impossible. He had the nun and the flames, the toxic fumes were up to someone who wasn't about to burn alive.

And as for the burning alive...

There wasn't enough time for him to simply run out of the pooled petroleum, and he had to admit he wasn't confident he could perfectly time and nail every ember there was with a single intangible note at the exact moment he would need to in order for that to even work out.

If I only had a push note, this might be easier to deal with. Ah! That's right! I vaguely recall Valkyrie having access to that? Maybe she'll hand--

The only reason sheer terror didn't appear on Silhouette's face was that his altered form simply did not allow it.

She's shooting? Right now? I'm not equipped to...! Uh, well here goes nothing!

Agent Silhouette of G.E.M.I.N.I had few options he could take at the present, but he took one. Valkyrie had given the nun her attention and left him to deal with the imminent threat of the embers, and he simply wasn't given enough of an allowance to confirm everyone's positions and their ability to help, not while he had this much stuff to ponder. Under the assumption that the others would be busy and he could only rely on Valkyrie and himself, he went ahead with the only action he could think of to avoid the flame.

No... I'm not confident it'd get us both far enough away like that. Only one.

...only one.


"Brace yourself, Valkyrie."

At the very least, he managed to sound calm when he notified the agent. But that was all the warning she would get before she felt his hand on her chest. Though the sensation lasted a mere moment as in the next, she would find herself taken by a strong pulling force courtesy of a melody he provided. He imagined the petroleum on the floor hadn't managed to cover that far.

Samuel didn't have a way to escape himself, however. He'd spent the time casting his melody and used it on Valkyrie. What time there was left, if any, wouldn't amount to much. He had spent what he had, but perhaps someone would be willing to spot him theirs? That's the best he could hope for.
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"I am here to here to help."

— Sam



It seemed as though their vampiric host was far too prideful and a slave to his monstrous instincts to not respond to Leroux's bloody taunt, declaring her foolish and giving himself quite the introduction. But Sam did not get lost in those theatrics and remained silent. He knew something sudden was about to happen.

Calm in my heart and mind. I have to wonder where they'll strike from first.

Thinking about it, Samuel decided that an ambush was most likely to come from the wardrobes or the pillars as that is where would strike from if he were in the enemy's shoes. The wardrobes were a bit closer to the party so he would favor them.

My options would either be to wait for them to move past so that I could strike from behind... or to attack spontaneously, hoping to catch in surprise. Yes, I could see myself flinging an unpredictable piercing note through the wardrobe at whoever looks the most vulnerable, sending them into disarray potentially...

As he pictured how the plan would go... An oblivious Valkyrie finds herself unable to breathe as a well-placed damage note tears through her throat and she suffers an anticlimactic end. Orion, the new agent, is taken out with similar ease and in an instant, the enemy has an overwhelming advantage in morale. The rest of the group is subsequently picked off and the mission ends in a decisive failure.

Samuel barely managed to hold back a groan as he imagined the unfortunate end their party meets in this mental simulation. Of course, members of G.E.M.I.N.I should adhere to better standards than the filth that inhabits this mansion. Sam eventually shook the terrible feeling after he assured himself that at the very least the more experienced agents have the presence of mind not to let their guard down in the middle of an enemy stronghold.

And none too soon, as the surprise attack Samuel felt approaching finally makes its debut in the form of a figure bursting forth from the wardrobe with the goal of keeping Valkyrie from working at a range. Of course, there were other attacks, though Samuel wasn't omnipotent and couldn't react to every single one. He naturally chose to assist agent Valkyrie as he was in the best position to do so.

"Not while I'm still standing!"

Agent Silhouette positioned himself between the foe as quickly as he could, bringing Stab, his rather elegant dagger, up to meet with the falchion, attempting to direct the blow away from his person rather than just blocking. Upon the optimistic assumption, he does not fail and get chopped in half and isn't debilitated by the other, big monster's blender attack, Samuel's other arm holding Slash, his sword, would erupt with countless small black tendrils. These would follow the momentum of the immediate thrust he then would perform with Slash as he aimed for the girl's leg, snaking off his arm and onto her leg before attempting to wrap themselves around her legs in order to restrain her.



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"I'm sure triggering this vampire could only end well."

— Sam



"Is that so? I apologize for the misunderstanding."

The fact that there was not actually to be any sort of vote did not appear to throw Samuel off much, though perhaps that was because he was going to get what he wanted out of the situation anyway. They would be using the blood mage's abilities to form a barrier and assault from the front rather than risk incidents with Maverick espers for little reason. Not that Samuel was hesitant to deal with Maverick agents. He was very much a G.E.M.I.N.I agent in how he viewed them, but they had a clear goal today and the only one to benefit from a confrontation right now was the vampire they were on their way to deal with. And speaking of that vampire, the gunfire and abrupt stop of the vans told everyone that they had arrived at their destination.

Sam wasn't intimately familiar with blood magics but the barrier they supposedly could provide would protect the group as they inserted themselves directly into the mansion. It was like their very own blood-red carpet being rolled out for them so that they could skip the whole 'fighting their way in' step that was necessary with the police station earlier. With just how easy it was for the agents of G.E.M.I.N.I to leave the back of the van and proceed to the door of the mansion, Samuel was able to forget the stressful fact that their lives were in the hands of a blood mage who was hostile not long ago.

Samuel entered shortly after a few others and he stopped to appreciate the fine interior of the mansion they had invaded. The intricate designs on the pillars, tall bookshelves, and the mood-setting dim lighting... they all contributed to that weird feeling that they had just entered a portal to some vampire flick. Of course, it was hard to truly appreciate the elaborate styling of the mansion when it was obvious actual human beings were suffering each moment they did so. But if all vampires did was have a dated sense of taste, then they wouldn't be here to kill one, would they?

When their blood-sucking pianist decided to make his presence visible, Samuel made sure to take his visage in before returning to sweeping the area. If there was one G.E.M.I.N.I agent here who understood the benefits of a 'flamboyant' presence, it was him. Drawing your opponent's attention to another place then striking them from out of their sight was a basic, effective strategy when done right. And the entire group of G.E.M.I.N.I would live many lifetimes more if they took the vampire's cold, confident demeanor as a sign that he held an ace up his sleeve rather than unfounded arrogance.

Hoping to be able to identify and respond to hidden attacks at a moment's notice, Samuel tried to spot any foes lying in ambush in the more darker corners of the room, and, of course, the bookshelves right next to them. Those were perhaps the most obvious places to stage an ambush, so to his embarrassment, Samuel didn't immediately realize it was for agent Orion's benefit that agent Breacher even bothered signing to look out for them.

Well, given her first mission was hunting goblins in a sewer, I suppose I shouldn't have to worry about her not checking her corners...

Silhouette wasn't sure what to make of what transpired next. It was difficult to tell if the hostages were honestly still alive or just twitching their bodies in death, but he would proceed under the assumption they were alive until it was confirmed otherwise. Thus, he was hesitant about stepping forward just yet. He would not dismiss this poem outright just because it sounded silly, but ultimately they could not know exactly what that vampire would do until they forced one out of him.

The lives of these hostages were comparatively nothing compared to those of his fellow agents, as far as Silhouette was concerned, but the fact of the matter was they were in a much better position to protect each other than those twelve. But Samuel couldn't help but feel like the vampire wouldn't just blindly rush the lot of them like an idiot. That would be too simple, wouldn't it?

Sure hope that poem wasn't some weird curse or the like. But perhaps I am merely overthinking it?

"I advise not even blinking until we're sure what this man is capable of," he warns the rest of the agents as his body prepares to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.
We are a few seasons into this universe and everyone who has submitted an application so far is a returning player who is migrating their applications from the former RP to this one. Not all of the characters you see are actual PCs and may just be NPCs or familiars, though your confusion is understandable and perhaps brings to light the need for clarification on the player's end of who is what. Also, I think the two PC rule is a typo and is meant to be three.

Stats are generally negligible unless there's a big disparity between two given characters/monsters/whatever is relevant. With a few exceptions, fights generally aren't reliant on stat checks.

But of course, Ari can go ahead and give you an official GM-sponsored answer, I'm just some guy being a dude.




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I don't have the energy to apply the coins from the end of the season tonight so these are technically WIPs. I will obviously let you know when that happens.
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