Guess Who

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

As Charlotte gave her big introduction, Tristan completely ignored her and read over the paperwork she had filled out, looking over her answers with those dead, lifeless eyes of his. He hadn't even noticed the mid-boss in the distance crying out her own deceleration of war against him and any that join his party as he made sure to not miss any details. He would hate to assign this girl her designation, only to find she fits better within another category. It would completely throw off his count. Demon Princess who joins the hero to overthrow her parent and will most likely stab me in the back after I defeat him for her because she's otherwise useless in most combat situations? I think that makes her number 73.

Before he could announce the official number he'd be calling her for the rest of their adventuring together, she would ambush him with a sudden surprise hug. While his powers allowed him to avoid serious injury and death like C-3's fireball from earlier, having his air crushed out of his lungs didn't seem to fit under that umbrella. "Hnng," was the sound that escaped his lips as Charlotte began to crush his spine.

Once she had finished showing her appreciation towards him allowing her to join his party, a message appeared before his eyes like some MMO RPG. Dammit. Another fantasy world that relies on video game mechanics. What ever happened to just normal fantasy? It felt like nine-tenths of the worlds I've been to were created by some nerd who can't think of a magic system that isn't based on an RPG they played as a kid. Tristan would attempt to swipe the notification away like some other worlds he'd been to had allowed him to do, but unfortunately it seemed to stay put, leaving him to wait for it to disappear on its own for several agonizing seconds.

"Alright, one last thing before we go though. Please sign this last document," the hero said, holding out a several page long document. If Charlotte attempted to read or skim it, the general gist was that whoever signed their name would be locked into a legally binding contract that they would never, under any circumstances, attempt to start or join a harem that involved Tristan Mallory. He had had enough of those after about ten worlds into his cursed existence.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

Not far from where the future Demon King of [World Name] would be enjoying her breakfast, a lone figure would open his eyes in a field of grass. His eyes were devoid of any enthusiasm or passion as he pushed himself up onto his feet, taking a look at the armor and weapons he had spawned into this world with. "Sword." He swung the weapon at the air, the blade whistling as it cut through nothing and doing no damage to anything around it. "Non-magical... Shield." He battered the front of the shield with the blunt end of his sword, the weapons ringing from the impact but doing nothing else spectacular or out of the ordinary. "Also non-magical... Armor." The hero inspected his clothing and shrugged with disinterest. "Starter gear." Finally, he lifted his hand and concentrated, pointing his palm at the nearby treeline. "No powers either." With the inspection finished, he let out a bored sigh. "At least I have clothes this time and not a useless smartphone."

Dragging his feet as he lazily walked across the field, the hero would pass the treeline and head into the forest, wondering to himself who would be the first living being he'd see. A damsel in distress? Some starving wolves? A useless goddess? Maybe all three. That would probably be the twelfth time now, if that were the case. Instead though, the cursed man would see Charlotte and overhear the conversation she was having with herself. Another bored sigh would escape his lips as he considered walking in the other direction. "Let's just get this over with."

Charlotte would hear the sound of metal clicking into place as the hero she had been waiting for seemed to be setting up a portable table right here in the middle of the forest. Upon the table were pens, staplers, and several piles of paperwork that all had been neatly set up to be presentable and pleasing to the eye. "My name is Tristan Mallory and today I will be your world's hero who shall defeat whatever evil is currently threatening it. Please sign here," he told the demoness, holding out an application for her to fill out. "Don't bother giving me your name, I won't bother to remember it. Just tell me your sex, race, age, where you see yourself in five years, and any special abilities you may have."

As he waited for the demoness to give her answer, a ball of flame seemed to somehow track the woman down like a heat-seeking missile. Tristan could see it approaching, but made no effort to try to dodge or block the attack, instead watching with that same neutral expression of his as the spell found its target. Once the flames of the explosion died down, the smoke clearing out from the two's vision, Charlotte would see the immediate area turned black from C-3's fastball special. All except the patch of grass the hero sat at. It stood pristine and untouched, as if unaware of the destruction surrounding him. If your form was turned to ash, please take another from the desk."

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

Hates Isekai with a Passion

Appearance:


Name:
Tristan Mallory

Gender:
Male

Age:
Appears to be in his 20s (He lost count of his actual age)

Race:
Human

Class:
That One Guy With the Shield - A very simple class. He uses shields and whatever one handed weapon is available to him. He doesn't really care at this point. Stat-wise, his Strength and Constitution is extremely high, allowing him to tank most blows with ease. Intelligence and Speed are average though, with low Charisma, and absolutely pitiful Luck.

Dream:
To just go back to his original world.

Home:
Our World

Gimmicks:
- Block: He uses his shield to negate the attack. What more do you want from him?

- Attack: He swings his sword/ax/hammer/spear/whatever at the enemy. Shut up, it counts.

- Plot Armor: He only seems to become capable of being killed once the world's threat is taken down, some contrived act of fate always preventing what should be certain death. Once the big, bad is gone, he's mortal like anyone else.

Background:
One day, while minding his own business, Tristan was struck by some random truck driving across the road. Or was he stabbed by a mugger? Or maybe he just fell asleep while playing a video game? He can't really remember. He does remember what happened afterwards though. When he reawoke, he found himself in some sort of magic-filled fantasy world, with wonder and adventure around every corner. It was a blast. He got to meet tons of new people that he grew to call friends, he defeated the demon king of the realm, and he fell in love and had a family before dying peacefully in his sleep at a respectable old age... And then he reawoke in a magic-filled fantasy world, with wonder and adventure around every corner. It was a blast. He got to meet tons of new people that he grew to call friends, he defeated the demon king of the realm, and he fell in love and had a family before dying peacefully in his sleep at a respectable old age... And then he reawoke in a magic-filled fantasy world, with wonder and adventure around every corner. You see where this is going?

8,675,309. That's how many times he's been reincarnated. That's how many times he's had to save the world from some new, overwhelming threat that was trying to achieve total domination. Tristan has tried everything he could think of to break the cycle, including but not limited to suicide, conquering the world instead, and finding magic artifacts that alter reality. Nothing works. Everything always works out for him until the threat is dealt with, then he dies of something and is reincarnated again. Sometimes he's not even human or male or he gets special powers that make everything easy. Other times he's still in his normal body. In any case, he's grown bored of this constant rebirth. At reincarnation number 12,395 he became insane, but eventually he grew disinterested in that too. He just wants to go somewhere that feels different, preferably his own home world.

Personality:
Extremely jaded and cynical, Tristan has come to be very fed up with his cursed existence as an Isekai protagonist. Every time he appears in a new world, it feels like he's done it all already, nothing being capable of surprising him anymore. He has also given up on trying to remember people's names, since he'll eventually move on to another world afterwards with more people and magic MacGuffins to remember. So instead he refers to them by the number of times he's met someone with similar traits in previous worlds. He wonders when he'll reach 1,000,000. The wise, old wizard that never directly helps but could probably beat the demon king all on his own is the closest at around 972,133.

Inventory:
A sword, a shield, and some decent iron armor. This world seems to have decided to be very stingy when it comes to items and abilities. Most of the time, Tristan got a magic weapon or some super special superpower.

Theme:


Other:
Charlotte: 73
Valkira: 77
C-3: 51
Nimoa: 32

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Cayde Selmy

_{@The Irish Tree@Awesomoman64@Skyrte@Suku}

Releasing the grasp on his sword's hilt, Cayde gave the woman named Hilde another look over. He knew how skilled the warriors of Niflhelm were and that it was most likely not the best idea to put one's guard down when faced against one, but despite their rumored battle prowess he would suppress the voice in his head that screamed for him to unsheathe his weapon. The nobleman did not stand alone and he had never heard rumors of a single soldier of Niflhelm capable of fighting off dozens single-handed. Even she would have to realize that starting a fight was suicide. That wasn't even taking into consideration her demeanor. He felt that he could take her word that she meant no harm.

"We only crashed here rather recently. I'm doubtful that any of us have seen whoever it is you're looking for, unless she's with us currently. You can check if you like, but-" he had begun to reply to Hilde, doing his best to emulate his uncle's tone of voice when negotiating with the other Zweite Junta members. He would be interrupted though by whatever creature had just attacked the wyvern above their heads, the rabbit running between their feet going completely unnoticed by him. Cayde had fought plenty of monsters and primals both during his time in Eradine's military, but at no point had he fought a creature such as the one that turned wyverns into food.

As it crashed the forest floor, Cayde let out a sigh of disappointment. "I don't suppose that thing happened to land near wherever this medicine woman happens to live, did it?" At this point he knew to always expect the worst in these circumstances.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Blossoming Relationships

_{@Lazo@Awesomoman64@Crimmy@Abillioncats}

Despite Ms. Aristeas' rather kind evaluation of their results, Robert was not as happy. Of course, no one in their team was hurt or killed, which was always optimal, but he still felt like they could have done better. No, he could have done better. Everything was going perfectly until he had gotten too far away from the others and almost thrown off the edge of the ship. He was alive only through the support of his comrades, not through his own efforts.

The young student turned to his team leader though to try and read her reaction to the evaluation. He'd been in charge once and he didn't envy his admittedly much more worthy replacement. He still knew how it felt to succeed but still feel there was room for improvement. To do everything you could do right, yet still see nothing but more needing to be fixed. The worst part about being leader though, at least a good one in his opinion, was that you often found fault in your own actions first. Sand struck Robert as the sort of person who'd think the same way. So as she left to return their borrowed weaponry, he began contemplating possible words of encouragement so she knew how glad he was to have her in charge.

Those words would be forgotten though once Sand was back, giving the team her own debriefing, which felt very much targeted at his screw up. Perhaps he was solely in the wrong here. He was, after all, the only one who had needed saving. He had thought he was being cautious like asked and the incident was only caused by bad roll of the dice, but maybe he was the problem. "Sorry, guys," he said, embarrassed.

When the ship landed, Robert did his best to push away the creeping self-doubt and refocus on the objective. Being distracted would only lead to more mistakes, past missions had taught him that. Still, while he certainly looked serious and ready in appearance, he didn't seem to yet notice the odd behavior of the facility's employees. Though perhaps it was better to say lack of behavior as only the one man seemed to be working here for all they knew.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Cayde Selmy

_{@The Irish Tree@Awesomoman64@floodtalon@Skyrte@Suku}

With the fires extinguished and the injured and dying collected, Cayde would volunteer himself to organize their rag tag group and get moving through the forest. Others might have called it leading, but in his own head the military man was purposefully avoiding using such a term. Despite all he'd done today, he was still unsure of how he felt taking command again. In any case, they couldn't stay here. He needed to keep as many of their group alive as he could, so it would be off to this mysterious healer as soon as they were able. They wouldn't be able to bring everything, after all mobility and speed would be their objective here, so the larger and heavier supplies would need to be left behind and hopefully collected later, the biggest of note being the harvin engineer's personal fighter. It was unfortunate to leave such a beauty behind, but there was no way to get it ready for take off and it wouldn't help with transporting everyone either.

While journeying through the unknown wood, the escapees would come across a new face. Being the nephew of a member of the Zweite Junta as well as a commander in Eradine's military, Cayde had quite a bit of knowledge of the other islands, especially those with impressive military capabilities. So seeing the young knight's armor, he recognized its place of origin in a decent amount of time. "What's a soldier of Niflhelm doing so far from home?" he asked Hilde. Or perhaps a better word was interrogated as he kept a hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw from it's scabbard in case of trouble. And one with affiliation to their elite guard judging by the insignia. Now what were they called again?

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

Papercuts. Up until a few moments ago, Hana's attacks had reminded Aoi of the occasional papercut she had gained from reading to her little sister every night before bed. They were annoying and hurt when touched, but when compared to the emotional torment of fighting her sibling, they were nothing. The guilt of landing a blow on her sister did far more damage than any attack that got past her defense.

Bee stings. Suddenly, the blind girl would switch fighting styles. Where before they had been aggressive slashes and cuts, now she was using her sword to lunge at any open segments of her armor or, if that failed, between the plates themselves. Each time the blade pierced her skin now, Aoi was reminded of the time the two had been playing in the backyard as children and had mistakenly disturbed a hive of bees. At first she had barely felt a thing, but as the sharp object stayed in place the limb would soon begin to burn. Unlike back then, she couldn't curl up into a ball and wait for her mother or father to rescue the two of them. She had to continue blocking or the next strike could be lethal.

However, as the assault continued, the master of Longinus would find it increasingly difficult to even remain standing. Exhausted from her constantly stinging arms and legs, unable to find the determination to take the offensive, the young mage would find herself with no where to dodge as her sister charged forth for her finishing attack. I- I can't. I can't do this anymore. It's over.

No, child. This shall not be our end. Hearing his master's thoughts of defeat, Longinus used all of his willpower to overpower and take control of Aoi's body. With no time left, he forced her hand to let go of his prized spear and grasp the incoming blade, slicing the palm but stopping it from going through the skull. It had not completely stopped the sword's advance however.

Incomparable. Where before, each time Hana's weapon found purchase it had sent Aoi back on a trip down memory lane, her brain attempting to rationalize the beating she was receiving, this new pain was unimaginable. She had never felt anything like this before. As half her vision began to turn red and disappear, the girl released the most horrifying of screams, the noise echoing through the trees and back to the main campus.

Still retaining control as both tears and blood dripped down her face, Longinus used her other hand to shatter Hana's sword, leaving only the tip that was lodged into her eye. Aoi's body would duck downward to avoid any follow up attack before grabbing the Spear of Destiny and rolling to the right. His master's body had taken too much damage. She needed medical attention. Searching her memories for directions, Lancer would attempt to navigate the labyrinth of school hallways and arrive at the nurse's office while also trying to lose their pursuer. If successful, he could begin the painful process of removing the remnants of Hana's blade and cleaning the wounded eye of possible infection.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Cayde Selmy

_{@The Irish Tree@Awesomoman64@floodtalon@Skyrte}

“On it,” Cayde quickly replied, wasting no time to leave the pirate with the burning engine and rush up the stairs to the top deck. Perhaps sending the man in heavy armor to climb up the three story ship wasn’t the best decision, but Sid was needed below. Feeling somewhat out of breath after fighting the goblins and a hard sprint, he approached the first non-green skinned humanoids he spotted. Not knowing Arno had gone temporarily deaf, he shouted to him and Zendrith, “Do either of you know how to repair a burning and possibly explosive engine?” There was not enough time to find and evacuate everyone aboard. They needed to keep the fire from spreading.

Seeing Arno's confused look, followed by the Harvin pointing to his own ears and shaking his head side-to-side, Cayde soon understood the problem. This was the crazy bastard that fired the cannons. That immediately gained the savant the nobleman's respect. Pointing to the blackened smoke escaping from the ship's entrance, the former commander heated up his armored fist until it glowed red hot then opened his hand to give off the impression of an explosion. The charade was clear, Arno was needed down below and the two would quickly descend back to the engine room where Sid waited.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Cayde Selmy

_{@The Irish Tree@Awesomoman64@Skyrte@floodtalon}

Watching as the last of the goblins retreated from the inside of the crashed ship, Cayde would give a friendly pat on the back to his newly found battle buddy. Hopefully this wasn't just a temporary alliance, since the nobleman could easily see this pirate knew how to fight. "Impressive work there. I've never seen footwork or weapon handling like that before in my life," he praised him, similar to how a commanding officer would congratulate the work of his auxiliary. While he certainly was no hard ass military commander, it would probably be clear to Sid that this man hung onto their upright and scrupulous nature.

With that, Cayde would finally direct his attention to the smoke which had been gathering above their heads for the past several minutes. He had noticed it earlier, but with the little mechanical knowledge he had and the goblin ambush he had pushed any thoughts about it aside until later. Now it was difficult to ignore. Cayde had never directly messed with a ship's engine before, but he knew that the thing was in a much worse state than it had been earlier.

"I don't suppose you know how to fix this thing, would you?" he asked, turning to Sid. His best guess would to just throw cold water on it in the hopes that it would cool it down, but he knew that was a temporary fix at best and something to further to break it at worst. "If not, I think we should check the top deck. Perhaps whoever was operating the cannons also knows how to fix this."

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

Frightened of what Longinus might do against her will should she give over complete control to the servant, Aoi would find herself fighting a defensive battle with her sister using only her own skills and knowledge of fighting and the spearman's enhanced strength and reflexes. She could feel his thoughts trying to convince to dodge one way or the other, but each time they'd be followed by a counter-attack. No. I refuse to hurt her.

Child, if you continue to put yourself in such situations, she will wear you down until you can no longer continue dodging.

Just then, Hana would thrust her sword forward toward Aoi's chest. Having been distracted by Longinus' words, the girl hadn't predicted the attack and panicked in her response. Instead of bringing the large weapon close to parry the blade away, she swung the Spear of Destiny like a club, batting her stone sister away. In her current state, she may be a rank C in strength, but it was more than enough to send Hana flying several feet away. The terracotta warrior felled two trees before impacting against the third and halting her impromptu flight.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Hana. Are you okay?" Aoi asked, her words reminding her of better days when such a question was reserved for the aftermath of playing too rough with her sibling and their mother was fast approaching to investigate the sound of tears. That was before the world turned topsy-turvy. Before she had entered the Student Council. Before she had begun training her magic. Before she had blinded the closest person she had to a friend.

In response, Hana simply looked back at Aoi with those same cold eyes, her face unchanged from the neutral expression that had stayed since the beginning of their duel. She was still a drone serving her master, and her master's orders were to kill. Gripping the blade now with both hands, she charged again at her sister, sending forth a barrage of stabs and cuts that Aoi's C rank agility struggled to keep up with.