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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
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Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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That sounds familiar. Embric?
No one. Of course, there's no one outside. Not when sirens are liable to drag you to the lake.
The mayor wasn't hard to find at all. While she had initially followed the group, after the unsatisfactory answers the mayor gave her Mado had instead tailed him. Even the gentleman was rather perplexed by the mayor.
"Tis as if he does not care or is utterly ignorant to what detective work really is."
"What is it really?"
"I.. What? Well, firstly, we have to establish who the suspects are, and what their motives are. What we do have is this girl who was drowned after being accused of being a witch." He puffed on his pipe, blowing out a large O shape and blew another smaller line through it. "Then that girl is our lead. Firstly, who reported her of witchcraft? That one is extremely important, for it begs the question of how. How did that person know she was practicing witchcraft? From there, now we have two suspects and different motives. If it was truly the drowned girl, then the most obvious motive is revenge. And that other person who reported it? He or she may be practicing magic themselves, and thus needed a scapegoat for whatever reason, like drawing attention away from themselves. Thus, that person may still be operating, utilizing the drowned girl's legend to blame for all the strange happenings. Hmm... but all that hinges on either sirens being created by vengeful spirits..."
"...so that means we need more info?"
The gentleman pointed his pipe at Mado. "Exactly."
After tailing the mayor, and avoiding Serenade by hiding in a large pot which somehow worked though she didn't quite manage to get her head inside, she quietly slipped in the mayor's office.
By jumping though a glass window.
"Sushi or sashimi?"
"No, no, my dear. The question was 'what else do you know about the drowning?'"
Mado stood up straight and pointed the knife at the Mayor. "Tell me what you know about the drowning, or be turned to a dish of your choice."
"Close enough."
The mayor wasn't hard to find at all. While she had initially followed the group, after the unsatisfactory answers the mayor gave her Mado had instead tailed him. Even the gentleman was rather perplexed by the mayor.
"Tis as if he does not care or is utterly ignorant to what detective work really is."
"What is it really?"
"I.. What? Well, firstly, we have to establish who the suspects are, and what their motives are. What we do have is this girl who was drowned after being accused of being a witch." He puffed on his pipe, blowing out a large O shape and blew another smaller line through it. "Then that girl is our lead. Firstly, who reported her of witchcraft? That one is extremely important, for it begs the question of how. How did that person know she was practicing witchcraft? From there, now we have two suspects and different motives. If it was truly the drowned girl, then the most obvious motive is revenge. And that other person who reported it? He or she may be practicing magic themselves, and thus needed a scapegoat for whatever reason, like drawing attention away from themselves. Thus, that person may still be operating, utilizing the drowned girl's legend to blame for all the strange happenings. Hmm... but all that hinges on either sirens being created by vengeful spirits..."
"...so that means we need more info?"
The gentleman pointed his pipe at Mado. "Exactly."
After tailing the mayor, and avoiding Serenade by hiding in a large pot which somehow worked though she didn't quite manage to get her head inside, she quietly slipped in the mayor's office.
By jumping though a glass window.
"Sushi or sashimi?"
"No, no, my dear. The question was 'what else do you know about the drowning?'"
Mado stood up straight and pointed the knife at the Mayor. "Tell me what you know about the drowning, or be turned to a dish of your choice."
"Close enough."
"She's late...."
Hilda was never late. In fact, her being late was simply unimaginable, as outlandish as the thought of the earth being flat for those who knew her.
"Maybe dead. Too weak survive out." Raijin stated simply, nonchalantly examining its foot.
Without a word, she gathered up supplies for a day out, as fast as she could without straining herself. There was a time when she would only care for herself, and just leave Hilda out there, but this one year spent in this stinking wasteland... Without her maid, Hayami would have never survived the shuttle crash, nor have lived this long. Funny what a year spent with one's own maid can do. It was the first time she ever saw her maid as anything more than an object.
Now she was a treasured pet.
"Lets go Raijin." She buttoned up her blouse, the final touches to her school uniform, about the only clothes Hilda had found besides her tattered dress they tore up to make bandages. "Lets get Hilda back, and punish her for being tardy."
"Oh? Punish?" Raijin looks positively excited now, his mane bristling up with energy. "I good at punish! WE PUNISH EVERYONE!"
Too energetic for her liking. She still felt a little weak after so many months being stuck with a broken leg, unable to move or do anything. Still, if anything happened, she was confident she can outrun most anyone, and if the situation really calls for it... why she could just shoot off a bolt of lightning. Even if it didn't hit, it would give her time to make her escape.
There was one slight problem however, one she had not thought about until she stepped out into the rubble filled road where her father's hotel once stood tall and proud. She had no idea where to go, or what she should look for to find Hilda. With a brief glance at her surrounding, she decided she should go to one of the still intact buildings and climb up as high as she can.
Hilda was never late. In fact, her being late was simply unimaginable, as outlandish as the thought of the earth being flat for those who knew her.
"Maybe dead. Too weak survive out." Raijin stated simply, nonchalantly examining its foot.
Without a word, she gathered up supplies for a day out, as fast as she could without straining herself. There was a time when she would only care for herself, and just leave Hilda out there, but this one year spent in this stinking wasteland... Without her maid, Hayami would have never survived the shuttle crash, nor have lived this long. Funny what a year spent with one's own maid can do. It was the first time she ever saw her maid as anything more than an object.
Now she was a treasured pet.
"Lets go Raijin." She buttoned up her blouse, the final touches to her school uniform, about the only clothes Hilda had found besides her tattered dress they tore up to make bandages. "Lets get Hilda back, and punish her for being tardy."
"Oh? Punish?" Raijin looks positively excited now, his mane bristling up with energy. "I good at punish! WE PUNISH EVERYONE!"
Too energetic for her liking. She still felt a little weak after so many months being stuck with a broken leg, unable to move or do anything. Still, if anything happened, she was confident she can outrun most anyone, and if the situation really calls for it... why she could just shoot off a bolt of lightning. Even if it didn't hit, it would give her time to make her escape.
There was one slight problem however, one she had not thought about until she stepped out into the rubble filled road where her father's hotel once stood tall and proud. She had no idea where to go, or what she should look for to find Hilda. With a brief glance at her surrounding, she decided she should go to one of the still intact buildings and climb up as high as she can.
gaiz, be postan soon.
Will have a post soon. Getting my char out.
So we post one post for the relevant mission, and then wait for the GM for that mission to post for it, then we can post again?
Most certainly. In return, may I ask for a bit of your time to speak about our Goddess?
Postan ma NS. Also hai people.
Important Characters:
The High Priestess, Avatar of the Goddess (Archmage)
The current Avatar and Empress, she hold both fear and respect from her people, for her power and her status as the Avatar. As whimsical as the Goddess she serves, very rarely does she gives decrees or governs the nation directly, staying mostly locked up in the highest tower in the capital.
Daughter of the Avatar(Apprentice of Wind)
As the daughter of the current Avatar, she stays mostly in the Academy studying her craft, though there are times when she is given missions to hone her experience. Though having less authority than her mother, her words still have some weight to it.
Right Hand of the Goddess(Mage of Fire, Air and Necromancy)
The Right Hand of the Goddess holds the sword, which means she is the one the Avatar sends whenever she needs anything burned to the ground, exploded, and then burnt again. With her fiery disposition, she is likely to do this to anyone or anything that annoys her. Including that one pickle jar in the kitchen. Governs some parts of the nation. Shares the same amount of authority with the Left Hand.
Left Hand of the Goddess(Mage of Water, Earth, and Shadow)
The Left Hand of the Goddess holds the book, knowledge and providence. The Left Hand is the one who will send out aid for an ailing village, root out heretics and sends out the occasional unexpected Inquisition. Has a penchant for strange and unusual clothings even by the Goddess's followers standards, though most try to ignore it. Governs some parts of the nation. Shares the same amount of authority with the Right Hand.
Silas of the Black Axe.(Hero)
The Black Orc whom no one wants to tangle with. With armor and weapon forged from the best materials, crafted by the best smith, with specifications from the Avatar herself, it is argueably the best armor anyone has ever seen in the nation. Stained black by the request of Silas himself, his imposing figure on the battlefield is matched only by his skill with the axe. Has a black stallion he rides as well, though he prefers to be on foot.
Gretchen Vim, Traveller and Trader.
Gambler and trader extradinaire, she travells the land in search of a good deal, good prices and good taverns in which she can gamble freely.
Holfnir Faebrun, The Ordinary Fisherman.
A huge man standing at 6'1", and argueably one of the best fisherman in the city, he searches for the legendary fish that had eluded many a fisherman, all while supporting his family of six.
Important Characters:
The High Priestess, Avatar of the Goddess (Archmage)
The current Avatar and Empress, she hold both fear and respect from her people, for her power and her status as the Avatar. As whimsical as the Goddess she serves, very rarely does she gives decrees or governs the nation directly, staying mostly locked up in the highest tower in the capital.
Daughter of the Avatar(Apprentice of Wind)
As the daughter of the current Avatar, she stays mostly in the Academy studying her craft, though there are times when she is given missions to hone her experience. Though having less authority than her mother, her words still have some weight to it.
Right Hand of the Goddess(Mage of Fire, Air and Necromancy)
The Right Hand of the Goddess holds the sword, which means she is the one the Avatar sends whenever she needs anything burned to the ground, exploded, and then burnt again. With her fiery disposition, she is likely to do this to anyone or anything that annoys her. Including that one pickle jar in the kitchen. Governs some parts of the nation. Shares the same amount of authority with the Left Hand.
Left Hand of the Goddess(Mage of Water, Earth, and Shadow)
The Left Hand of the Goddess holds the book, knowledge and providence. The Left Hand is the one who will send out aid for an ailing village, root out heretics and sends out the occasional unexpected Inquisition. Has a penchant for strange and unusual clothings even by the Goddess's followers standards, though most try to ignore it. Governs some parts of the nation. Shares the same amount of authority with the Right Hand.
Silas of the Black Axe.(Hero)
The Black Orc whom no one wants to tangle with. With armor and weapon forged from the best materials, crafted by the best smith, with specifications from the Avatar herself, it is argueably the best armor anyone has ever seen in the nation. Stained black by the request of Silas himself, his imposing figure on the battlefield is matched only by his skill with the axe. Has a black stallion he rides as well, though he prefers to be on foot.
Gretchen Vim, Traveller and Trader.
Gambler and trader extradinaire, she travells the land in search of a good deal, good prices and good taverns in which she can gamble freely.
Holfnir Faebrun, The Ordinary Fisherman.
A huge man standing at 6'1", and argueably one of the best fisherman in the city, he searches for the legendary fish that had eluded many a fisherman, all while supporting his family of six.
She sat on the table, swinging her feet idly in boredom.
Her maid had gone out again, most likely to patrol the area and make sure no idiot come in here. Hayami looked around the place, mildly amused that she would have screamed bloody murder about being forced to live here if she was still the girl she was when she first came to Sovereign. The basement of her father's building, though cracked here and there, still stood strong, with most of the supplies in there intact and unspoiled. It wasn't where they, she and her maid, first took shelter however.
After that light entered her body, causing the most agonizing pain she had ever felt in her life, the ship crash landed somewhere three blocks away. Her maid, Hilda was unscathed in the crash, but she herself had suffered a dislocated arm, and a broken leg. Hayami didn't want to remember how pitiful she must have sounded like, bawling out loudly. She vaguely remembered then that Hilda had taken off most of the things off the dead guards in the downed shuttle, and made shelter in its husk. Though she lamented the absence of many things from her previous life of luxury, she had come to accept that those days were over, and thus she must survive even if she would look like an alley rat. For a while the husk of the shuttle served admirably as their shelter, until some men found out about it. And of course, seeing a lone girl inside, those men surrendered to their baser instinct and tried to... to rape her. Having no means of running away, for her leg was still in the makeshift splint, she was subject to their humiliation and jeers, until one of them gets impatient, and rips her shirt away.
It was then that she heard the voice clearly, feel the fury suppressed in the voice, and its power coursing through her body.
"We kill! Not suffer anymore!"
In that moment of despair, electricity filled the whole area around the shuttle, frying those men to a crisp as she maintained the electricity flowing out, sparking bolts here and there like a Tesla coil. Of course, when Hilda finally returned, the first thing she did was suggest moving to another place.
And thus they moved here after some days of searching, where they stayed to this very day, underneath the remains of her father's building, the rubble around it making a sort of a passageway into the single door leading to the basement, with the basement still intact and furnished with whatever they, or more accurately Hilda, found and brought back. And it was also quite a special day for Hayami for it was the day Hilda decided her leg had healed enough to allow her to walk. Now if only she'd allow her to walk outside and help with the foraging....
"You stay. Gain strength."
And of course, who can forget that maned gorilla in the room. She had thought she was going crazy when she first saw it, and she still does. Hilda doesn't seem to notice it, so it must exist only in her head right? But even so, why a gorilla?
"Why ignore me?"
It shoved its face close to her all of a sudden, eliciting a slight jump from her. For a thing that big, it sure was stealthy. Or was it stealthy because it only exists in her head?
"I'm not. Its just that if I talk to you people are going to think I'm crazy."
As uncomfortable as it was to have a large gorilla peeking over your shoulder whenever you do something, she was quite grateful for the strange power it granted her, though she had no idea what she was going to use it for except for self defense. There was a time when she would have sought out all those bitches in her school, but now they seemed trivial, unworthy of her time.
"Shall we practice some more then?"
"Yes. Practice good. Make strong like Raijin."
It seems all she can do with it was make a long bolt of electricity by shaping her fingers into a gun like a kid playing at policemen. Controlling this sort of power was wicked crazy, but worth it to make her maid, Hilda trust her more.
Her maid had gone out again, most likely to patrol the area and make sure no idiot come in here. Hayami looked around the place, mildly amused that she would have screamed bloody murder about being forced to live here if she was still the girl she was when she first came to Sovereign. The basement of her father's building, though cracked here and there, still stood strong, with most of the supplies in there intact and unspoiled. It wasn't where they, she and her maid, first took shelter however.
After that light entered her body, causing the most agonizing pain she had ever felt in her life, the ship crash landed somewhere three blocks away. Her maid, Hilda was unscathed in the crash, but she herself had suffered a dislocated arm, and a broken leg. Hayami didn't want to remember how pitiful she must have sounded like, bawling out loudly. She vaguely remembered then that Hilda had taken off most of the things off the dead guards in the downed shuttle, and made shelter in its husk. Though she lamented the absence of many things from her previous life of luxury, she had come to accept that those days were over, and thus she must survive even if she would look like an alley rat. For a while the husk of the shuttle served admirably as their shelter, until some men found out about it. And of course, seeing a lone girl inside, those men surrendered to their baser instinct and tried to... to rape her. Having no means of running away, for her leg was still in the makeshift splint, she was subject to their humiliation and jeers, until one of them gets impatient, and rips her shirt away.
It was then that she heard the voice clearly, feel the fury suppressed in the voice, and its power coursing through her body.
"We kill! Not suffer anymore!"
In that moment of despair, electricity filled the whole area around the shuttle, frying those men to a crisp as she maintained the electricity flowing out, sparking bolts here and there like a Tesla coil. Of course, when Hilda finally returned, the first thing she did was suggest moving to another place.
And thus they moved here after some days of searching, where they stayed to this very day, underneath the remains of her father's building, the rubble around it making a sort of a passageway into the single door leading to the basement, with the basement still intact and furnished with whatever they, or more accurately Hilda, found and brought back. And it was also quite a special day for Hayami for it was the day Hilda decided her leg had healed enough to allow her to walk. Now if only she'd allow her to walk outside and help with the foraging....
"You stay. Gain strength."
And of course, who can forget that maned gorilla in the room. She had thought she was going crazy when she first saw it, and she still does. Hilda doesn't seem to notice it, so it must exist only in her head right? But even so, why a gorilla?
"Why ignore me?"
It shoved its face close to her all of a sudden, eliciting a slight jump from her. For a thing that big, it sure was stealthy. Or was it stealthy because it only exists in her head?
"I'm not. Its just that if I talk to you people are going to think I'm crazy."
As uncomfortable as it was to have a large gorilla peeking over your shoulder whenever you do something, she was quite grateful for the strange power it granted her, though she had no idea what she was going to use it for except for self defense. There was a time when she would have sought out all those bitches in her school, but now they seemed trivial, unworthy of her time.
"Shall we practice some more then?"
"Yes. Practice good. Make strong like Raijin."
It seems all she can do with it was make a long bolt of electricity by shaping her fingers into a gun like a kid playing at policemen. Controlling this sort of power was wicked crazy, but worth it to make her maid, Hilda trust her more.
Needless.
Where the protagonist roam in a post apocalyptic world and kick ass using special abilities. Watch the anime. Its good, but your mileage might vary. Also post will be up as soon as I get over this headache.
Where the protagonist roam in a post apocalyptic world and kick ass using special abilities. Watch the anime. Its good, but your mileage might vary. Also post will be up as soon as I get over this headache.
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