Gotcha, well, I'll keep an eye on this thread. Hopefully it gets more traction. How many players are you looking for?
A minimum of four really. Just enough to have a cohesive team.
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A minimum of four really. Just enough to have a cohesive team.
I adjusted it with your suggestions. To be honest, I did want suggestions since I made this entirely without outside input, so thanks. Also added the Skills spoiler since I didn't add it for some reason.
Here's the system:
If the CC and magecraft stuff is unwanted, could just use the oracle alone.
If the CC and magecraft stuff is unwanted, could just use the oracle alone.
Where there’s riches, there’s a way. Since time immemorial, this has been the way of the world. From the beginnings of civilization, to the modern day, it seems that dirty money always finds it’s way to the hands of those most willing to earn it.
Mercenaries, bounty hunters, headhunters. Whatever you want to call them. They’ve wandered this earth since the first murders of unrecorded history. All that matters is that money makes the world go around.
Even as mankind entered the Age of Man, they still kept their desire for violence and riches, industrializing their way into even greater forms of violence.
But there are certain kinds of death and bloodshed that aren’t so recognizable by the world— indirect famines caused by precise strikes, exchanges that lead to calamities down the line, and many other things.
The most mysterious are those of no logical cause. Disappearances where the victims were never found without a single sign of their struggle being found, deaths caused by seemingly unexplainable things, and downright unusual shit happening to people that can’t be explained.
Well, it turns out, there’s a world of moonlight right beneath the mundane one that shines just as brightly with the blood of the slain.
But, surely, you aren’t one of those scumbags that would kill for just a bit of cash, wouldn’t you?
Of course not!
You’re a member of the Berlin Hunter’s Organization! A totally not underfunded and understaffed bounty hunting board and organizing group that works for the high powers of magical society.
Most of you folks contact each other with a so-called “Magi-Net” that acts like the Internet that those stupid normals use, but it turns out that you have been assigned to work together with some team members. Trust me, this is a big deal! You’ll be handling various cases across the continent and the world around, which totally aren’t morally dubious whatsoever!
Now, with introductions finished, hopefully you’ll get along with your teammates.
Hello everyone. A GOAT has arrived with y’all with a new RP. This time, it’ll be GMless and have a unique rulebook complete with an Oracle system, so you can experience all the glory of a narrative experience with these adjustments. If you are interested, feel free to express such interest.
Mercenaries, bounty hunters, headhunters. Whatever you want to call them. They’ve wandered this earth since the first murders of unrecorded history. All that matters is that money makes the world go around.
Even as mankind entered the Age of Man, they still kept their desire for violence and riches, industrializing their way into even greater forms of violence.
But there are certain kinds of death and bloodshed that aren’t so recognizable by the world— indirect famines caused by precise strikes, exchanges that lead to calamities down the line, and many other things.
The most mysterious are those of no logical cause. Disappearances where the victims were never found without a single sign of their struggle being found, deaths caused by seemingly unexplainable things, and downright unusual shit happening to people that can’t be explained.
Well, it turns out, there’s a world of moonlight right beneath the mundane one that shines just as brightly with the blood of the slain.
But, surely, you aren’t one of those scumbags that would kill for just a bit of cash, wouldn’t you?
Of course not!
You’re a member of the Berlin Hunter’s Organization! A totally not underfunded and understaffed bounty hunting board and organizing group that works for the high powers of magical society.
Most of you folks contact each other with a so-called “Magi-Net” that acts like the Internet that those stupid normals use, but it turns out that you have been assigned to work together with some team members. Trust me, this is a big deal! You’ll be handling various cases across the continent and the world around, which totally aren’t morally dubious whatsoever!
Now, with introductions finished, hopefully you’ll get along with your teammates.
Hello everyone. A GOAT has arrived with y’all with a new RP. This time, it’ll be GMless and have a unique rulebook complete with an Oracle system, so you can experience all the glory of a narrative experience with these adjustments. If you are interested, feel free to express such interest.
Bumpeedoo!
About me: I’m a rather frequent poster if my partner is also frequent in posting, but there can be some days where I can’t really post. Regardless, I consider myself a good quality and frequent poster when it comes to RPs, especially if the story gets juicy enough or the excitement ramps up.
About what I want: Pretty much what I want is pretty much an Isekai into the Arknights setting, either a transmigrator or reincarnation plot. Now the setting that the characters are from are either from Earth as in our world, or from existing fandoms. Specifically I’m looking for someone that’s into Fate or Jujutsu Kaisen to isekai with. Either or both is fine, and so is someone that wants to do another setting for the characters.
About what I want: Pretty much what I want is pretty much an Isekai into the Arknights setting, either a transmigrator or reincarnation plot. Now the setting that the characters are from are either from Earth as in our world, or from existing fandoms. Specifically I’m looking for someone that’s into Fate or Jujutsu Kaisen to isekai with. Either or both is fine, and so is someone that wants to do another setting for the characters.
Interested in this
The problem with giving a child the body and capabilities of an adult was that their movements would be sluggish, their hands not used to the burden of adulthood, and their mind far too feeble to realize the burden of a true man.
The shooting down of the divine chariot that was Indra was a testament to the failure of a naive youth.
Tengoku should have never given the child that was Minoru a chance in combat. He was no great magus, nor was he a prodigy in combat, no matter how much his pride told him so.
Flames would wash over him. It was enough to shatter concrete, reducing it into ash and soot. It was special, yes, it was special enough that Tengoku could recognize it as Minoru writhed in agony within their mental landscape, the mummy of Ryomen Sukuna ever-so-slightly dripping more of its puss into the interior domain with every cry that the boy would let out.
For Tengoku, it was simply another pain that could be added to the endless, overflowing pot that was his mind.
It did damage, that was to be sure, burning the skin and muscle that was present on Minoru’s chest. Bone was even singed and cracked, threatening to expose the heart that the both of them shared to the outside world, and more severely, the flames that threatened to consume it.
But as Minoru panicked, Tengoku merely wrestled away control from the foolish child.
Tengoku scoffed, seeing as Minoru forgot to apply the principles of Ösel and Gyulü to his body before the moment of impact.
The old man had a level of respect for the boy, for his intuition and his ability to learn fast, but there was one thing that truly held him: hesitation.
And indeed, even though the old man could not hear the sheep girl’s thoughts, her sentiment was indeed acknowledged by him. There was no great familiar that he could conjure, but as the principles of Ösel and Gyulü washed over him and his wounds began to heal with speed that would shock even seasoned mages, Tengoku would merely stare at the distance between him and the girl that the boy had so foolishly targeted.
Only one thing was given to him in both the fields of magecraft and combat: unrivaled flexibility.
And in this particular case, as the flames began to dissipate, he could think of many options for him to embody, but one in particular seemed interesting to him.
He was reminded of the distance between gods and humans, heaven and earth, insects and man. Such things could never be crossed because of one thing: death. Humans could never climb the mountain that separated them from divinity, lest they gain the ire of the gods and be erased from existence.
The earth could never hope to reach the sky, as the distance was impossible to cross, the touching of earth and the heavens ultimately resulting in the death of all creatures.
Likewise, an insect could never hope to attain the status of a man, as the information and wisdom of mankind would flood its feeble brain and leave it dead.
It was a bridge that could never be crossed, or in a more accurate sense: a bridge that never existed at all.
That was, until some two thousand years ago, when a sage and prince brought forth a bridge that would allow mankind to cross into and past the realm of the divine. He was sure his opponent knew it, even as they were most likely a mage that focused on western traditions.
God could never be crossed, Olympus could never be peaked, and the kami could never be escaped from.
A number of hand signs and chants were spoken forth into existence, even as the body of Minoru was struggling to move. Two mouths, two faces and four arms brought forth the possibility that Gautama Buddha brought forth into existence with the invocation of one particular deity and his mandala.
The broken mandala of Indra would fade away, and in its place, the spirits and daemons of Ryomen Sukuna begin to form a new one.
Instead of the torrent of lightning that greeted Indra, only a calm wind would emanate from Tengoku’s form, obfuscating his transformation.
In the end, the Phurba would be once more unsheathed, held in the right hand, while the vajra was held in the left. When the hand signs and chants were finally completed, they settled on a particular one: Ksepana, the sprinkling of the nectar of immortality upon mankind.
“No longer would mankind be held back by the cycle of death, for an escape throughout eternity had been found.”
It was as if those words were spoken with the invocation of the mudra. It was the first thing that could be found, but as the wind settled and faded away, the two faces would find themselves with another eye between them.
It was the eye of the destroyer, the one that conquered death in order to save a follower. The mandala floated behind his head, like a wheel of perfect harmony.
The once Asura-like form had transformed into one of a divine countenance: Yamantaka, Shiva, the conqueror of Yama. It had many names, but the deity had been invoked within his physical form. Instead of the furious and cursed appearance, golden hair would flow down his shoulders, and his five eyes would glow golden with a divine radiance.
His skin was a silver that would not be touched by death. Indeed, it seemed as if the sun itself had descended into the battlefield to face his opponent.
The mandala served to be the thing that allowed the bridge of death to be crossed. Practically, this meant that injuries would healed, adapted to with every turn of the mandala, fueled both by the magical energy of the magus it was being wielded by and the spirits within Ryomen Sukuna. The regeneration would be absurd, even more so than the gifts of the Gyulü would already allow, further bolstered by a boost in physical capabilities that further enhanced what the Ösel would conjure forth.
Furthermore, both the Generation and Completion stages were being used, further boosting the capabilities of the mandala. Meanwhile, the fifth eye that graced Tengoku’s form would serve as an offensive and defensive implement that would both shoot at his opponents and intercept projectiles to protect him from instant death.
His mind had been dissolved, fully immersed in the role that he was playing. There was no longer Mononobe Tengoku, but only the deity that had taken hims place. Only a shadow as left as both Tengoku and Minoru watched in their mental landscape, both engrossed in their little play.
His first action as the deity that conquered death was a single step forward, followed by a beam of crimson energy aimed at the archer that shot at Minoru’s feeble body. It was payback, even if Tengoku would never acknowledge his vengeance for his host.
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The shooting down of the divine chariot that was Indra was a testament to the failure of a naive youth.
Tengoku should have never given the child that was Minoru a chance in combat. He was no great magus, nor was he a prodigy in combat, no matter how much his pride told him so.
Flames would wash over him. It was enough to shatter concrete, reducing it into ash and soot. It was special, yes, it was special enough that Tengoku could recognize it as Minoru writhed in agony within their mental landscape, the mummy of Ryomen Sukuna ever-so-slightly dripping more of its puss into the interior domain with every cry that the boy would let out.
For Tengoku, it was simply another pain that could be added to the endless, overflowing pot that was his mind.
It did damage, that was to be sure, burning the skin and muscle that was present on Minoru’s chest. Bone was even singed and cracked, threatening to expose the heart that the both of them shared to the outside world, and more severely, the flames that threatened to consume it.
But as Minoru panicked, Tengoku merely wrestled away control from the foolish child.
Tengoku scoffed, seeing as Minoru forgot to apply the principles of Ösel and Gyulü to his body before the moment of impact.
The old man had a level of respect for the boy, for his intuition and his ability to learn fast, but there was one thing that truly held him: hesitation.
And indeed, even though the old man could not hear the sheep girl’s thoughts, her sentiment was indeed acknowledged by him. There was no great familiar that he could conjure, but as the principles of Ösel and Gyulü washed over him and his wounds began to heal with speed that would shock even seasoned mages, Tengoku would merely stare at the distance between him and the girl that the boy had so foolishly targeted.
Only one thing was given to him in both the fields of magecraft and combat: unrivaled flexibility.
And in this particular case, as the flames began to dissipate, he could think of many options for him to embody, but one in particular seemed interesting to him.
He was reminded of the distance between gods and humans, heaven and earth, insects and man. Such things could never be crossed because of one thing: death. Humans could never climb the mountain that separated them from divinity, lest they gain the ire of the gods and be erased from existence.
The earth could never hope to reach the sky, as the distance was impossible to cross, the touching of earth and the heavens ultimately resulting in the death of all creatures.
Likewise, an insect could never hope to attain the status of a man, as the information and wisdom of mankind would flood its feeble brain and leave it dead.
It was a bridge that could never be crossed, or in a more accurate sense: a bridge that never existed at all.
That was, until some two thousand years ago, when a sage and prince brought forth a bridge that would allow mankind to cross into and past the realm of the divine. He was sure his opponent knew it, even as they were most likely a mage that focused on western traditions.
God could never be crossed, Olympus could never be peaked, and the kami could never be escaped from.
A number of hand signs and chants were spoken forth into existence, even as the body of Minoru was struggling to move. Two mouths, two faces and four arms brought forth the possibility that Gautama Buddha brought forth into existence with the invocation of one particular deity and his mandala.
The broken mandala of Indra would fade away, and in its place, the spirits and daemons of Ryomen Sukuna begin to form a new one.
Instead of the torrent of lightning that greeted Indra, only a calm wind would emanate from Tengoku’s form, obfuscating his transformation.
In the end, the Phurba would be once more unsheathed, held in the right hand, while the vajra was held in the left. When the hand signs and chants were finally completed, they settled on a particular one: Ksepana, the sprinkling of the nectar of immortality upon mankind.
“No longer would mankind be held back by the cycle of death, for an escape throughout eternity had been found.”
It was as if those words were spoken with the invocation of the mudra. It was the first thing that could be found, but as the wind settled and faded away, the two faces would find themselves with another eye between them.
It was the eye of the destroyer, the one that conquered death in order to save a follower. The mandala floated behind his head, like a wheel of perfect harmony.
The once Asura-like form had transformed into one of a divine countenance: Yamantaka, Shiva, the conqueror of Yama. It had many names, but the deity had been invoked within his physical form. Instead of the furious and cursed appearance, golden hair would flow down his shoulders, and his five eyes would glow golden with a divine radiance.
His skin was a silver that would not be touched by death. Indeed, it seemed as if the sun itself had descended into the battlefield to face his opponent.
The mandala served to be the thing that allowed the bridge of death to be crossed. Practically, this meant that injuries would healed, adapted to with every turn of the mandala, fueled both by the magical energy of the magus it was being wielded by and the spirits within Ryomen Sukuna. The regeneration would be absurd, even more so than the gifts of the Gyulü would already allow, further bolstered by a boost in physical capabilities that further enhanced what the Ösel would conjure forth.
Furthermore, both the Generation and Completion stages were being used, further boosting the capabilities of the mandala. Meanwhile, the fifth eye that graced Tengoku’s form would serve as an offensive and defensive implement that would both shoot at his opponents and intercept projectiles to protect him from instant death.
His mind had been dissolved, fully immersed in the role that he was playing. There was no longer Mononobe Tengoku, but only the deity that had taken hims place. Only a shadow as left as both Tengoku and Minoru watched in their mental landscape, both engrossed in their little play.
His first action as the deity that conquered death was a single step forward, followed by a beam of crimson energy aimed at the archer that shot at Minoru’s feeble body. It was payback, even if Tengoku would never acknowledge his vengeance for his host.
@Yukitamas
Tengoku/Minoru
“Perhaps trying to climb up the castle walls wasn’t exactly the greatest dish that we could have prepared for our feast.”
The voice in his head spoke, in a way that reminded him of old writings of long-dead poets combined with the attitude of some sort of food-obsessed monk. Minoru had gotten accustomed to the ramblings of the often mournful Tengoku, to the point that he had completely blanked out when his Servant proposed the plan to raid the castle that another pair of Master and Servant were occupying.
The strangely-dressed boy merely did a mental nod in the space that both he and Tengoku occupied. In his view, the monk’s attitude was merely a way to cope with his failures, hearkening back to the pleasures that he had rejected in his life in order to distance himself from his ascetic atrocities.
“So what exactly are we doing, old man?”
The reply of the old monk was instantaneous, instructions given to the inexperienced boy in a time and efficiency that rivaled that of advanced supercomputers in speed and bandwidth. It was the result of their symbioses, the dissolving of their true essences into one mixture.
“Ah…”
The boy would visibly be perturbed with the game plan that the centenarian had concocted, further exacerbated by the grim look that the old one gave him in their mental space.
“...If that’s how it’s going to be…”
Something stirred within both of their hearts, an object that they had both learned to despise to varying degrees joining them in their mental space. Previously, it was the massive corpse that hung over them like the distant horizon, but now, the space’s clear waters had become black and blood-red alike, like the puss and ichor that came out of a rotting body’s various stages of death.
It was unusual, intensely so, for them to resort to such a thing, but the opponent that they were facing was far too much of a threat to go easy on. The impact of their arrows against their Servant’s shield was enough to tell them that.
“Then I guess we shouldn’t pull our punches…”
The corpse of the infant-like mummy revealed its faces, smiling with rot and puss as it dripped down a torrent of vile matter upon the two of them. In the material world, a small hiss could be heard, as if a pipe was about to burst from released pressure, before a massive torrent of red gas and curses would release itself from Minoru’s body.
A portion of Ryomen Sukuna’s power had been harnessed within the mind and body, resulting in the release of countless curses. Those very same curses would be re-absorbed into the body of the hosts as the stabilization would continue, resulting in the great pillar reaching slightly into the sky to recede until the form of Minoru could once again be seen.
But there was something far too different about his form.
Instead of the long, silver hair that flowed down to his shoulders, spiky fields of black hair grew from his scalp. And instead of his modest height and build, a monster that stood over two meters tall and with a body that could be compared to that of the depictions of an Asura— four arms, two faces and two mouths, and muscular beyond belief— was present within the aura that was slowly dissipating.
Just as quickly as the nightmare was conjured, the Vajra that he held in his right hand would pulse, letting out an electric current into his new form. The phurba that was previously in his left hand was now sheathed on his hip, as it had no need in a battle of pure offense.
Daemons— deities— of a furious nature would be conjured up from the corpse of Ryomen Sukuna, converted through the countless wishes that were stored within. Their goal? To imitate the countless “gods” that surrounded the imitation of the god known as “Indra.” It was a lacking imitation, but it was the best that the two minds could create, the two pairs of Buddhas united together as if it was one whole deity surrounded by their mandala.
Their goal was rather simple: to increase their speed beyond the reckoning of modern man. The lightning would represent Indra’s victory over the beast’s that threatened mankind, a blinding speed that caused multiple booms to emanate from the monstrous Asura as it leaped forward and sprinted towards his target, lightning being embodied with every step, the Vajra further reinforcing the speed and elemental nature of his current form.
Magical circuits were enhanced, Od regeneration was bolstered, and the overall performance of magecraft was further pushed beyond the limits of normal mages. All, powered by the chanting and hand signs of two faces, three arms and two mouths that spoke of destruction in the way of the Buddha, for a single goal of striking down an opponent.
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