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3 yrs ago
Current Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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4 yrs ago
Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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4 yrs ago
Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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4 yrs ago
When did I do that?
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5 yrs ago
Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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Oh, another cutie, and one that's easily flustered when put on the spot? Silke's gonna love this girl~

That being said, am I really bad at math or something? I've gone over Katri's levels three times now, but I still end up only getting her total level to 55... Am I missing something? Does whatever form she isn't using at the time count as 5 unseen levels? Or am I just miscalculating? o_o;


Nope, I totally miscalculated. But because Tree didn't point it out to me while reviewing my sheet, I'm passing the blame to him and saying it was his fault. Bad @The Irish Tree!
Totally. Now my book-ish dragonoid has got a bestie before the IC has even started.
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Good to see Kath back. Go ahead and pop her into the character tab, she's accepted!


Thank you!

Also, good to see you guys again @Lucius Cypher and @Lugubrious. Been a while.

Tristan would do his best answering Nimoa's questions on liches. Over his countless lifetimes and reincarnations, he had the unfortunate experience of playing both roles, as the one attempting to kill the undead creature and the one acting as the lord of death. If anything, he probably knew more about liches than most other liches knew about themselves.

Upon entering the graveyard, the hero's nose would be assaulted by the stench of death and decay. This wasn't the kind you would find on a battlefield. This was an old rot, the smell of bodies long left to the maggots and worms, most picked clean of any remaining flesh and innards. Whether fresh or ancient though, Tristan knew the smell well. They were certainly in the right place.

While the young vampire would be shaking in her boots, the hero strode confidently beside her. Were they vastly under leveled if the source of that hacking cough turned out to be hostile? Yes, he was quite sure they were, but after an unaccountable number of lives, one learned to never fear death, merely to be cautious of it's presence. "Nimoa, if this lich proves to be unfriendly, I want you to-" he began to say, before the lord of death reared his skeletal face out from his crypt.

Tristan couldn't help but cock an eyebrow at the lich's appearance. Of course, he couldn't say he looked threatening at every point of the day back when he had been one as well, but this one didn't even seem to be trying anymore. His brain must have been the first thing to go rotten.

And then the staff came out. While he certainly wasn't trying to aim for the two of them, the lich wasn't exactly trying to avoid firing his spell at them either. Luckily, Nimoa's small stature would keep her from harm and the hero would be able to lean back far enough for the blast to stop just inches away from his face.

With the information they needed attained, Tristan would hurry in getting his young companion moving before the senile skeleton fired off another spell. "Let's hurry along now, Nimoa."

Then the chimera attacked. In a split second, Regalia launched herself at Nimoa's defenseless rear, sinking its teeth in and combusting into a ball of fire and lightning. "Not you again! Get out of here, you flea-ridden furball!" Tristan shouted in anger. Like an abusive owner to their mistreated pet, the hero pulled back his leg and launched it toward the chimera pup, kicking her right in the stomach in the hopes that the impact would launch her away from the vampire girl. He didn't care how young or cute the creature was, his steel-toed boots were rated E for everyone.
Shipment Protection - Mission Report

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After fighting off the first wave of Grimm, the Beacon seniors found the source of the beasts' irritation: A young faunas that had stowed away on board and hidden herself inside the engine room. After a short argument between members of the crew as to what to do with her, they came to the conclusion that the best they could do was to merely proceed to Patch and hope that the Beacon students could fend off the additional Grimm activity that the small girl's anxiety attracted.

Unfortunately, things would not proceed smoothly. Not long after leaving the escort range of Vale's air force, the ship would find itself ambushed by an even larger school of Hrossvalr as well as a hostile Nevermore from above. The forces of Grimm had wrested control of both air and sea from Team HTTS and the sailors.

Experience and ingenuity would prove to be invaluable though. With the combination of creative problem solving and the lessons they'd learned from their professors at Beacon, the seniors would hold off the Grimm long enough for the ship to pass into Patch's protected waters. With such small distance between them and the shore, the island's own team of hunters were able to support Team HTTS in the last leg of their voyage.

When the ship docked, a quick headcount would reveal that the students had been able to prevent all possible casualties during the trip. Not only would they be rewarded their usual number of credits, but also the pride of having protected every life aboard the vessel, including the one not meant to be there.
Tristan couldn't lie, watching Charlotte suffer a repeated face full of pepper spray from the small vampire girl had to be the most satisfying thing he had seen in the last century at least. Maybe even two centuries. Having to sit through that last world at the bottom floor of a deep dungeon as a vending machine was the most boring life he had been through yet, but it made every short interaction feel like a gift from god. This though? This put a smile on his face. Hell, he actually broke into a fit of laughter at his companion's expense. Perhaps Nimoa reminded him of a daughter he had in another world or maybe her child-like innocence had broken through the cold shell he'd wrapped his heart in, but she had managed to break through and make the hero experience the greatest moment of happiness he could recall.

Needless to say, he wanted to keep her around. Even if they were probably going to be headed into an endgame area after only just getting through the tutorial.

When C-3 chose to slink off in search of rocky sweets, Tristan would watch the slime dart off the beaten path to wherever her non-existent nose led her. He didn't care too much. The chances of her choosing to not come back seemed slim to him and even if she did choose to go independent, she wasn't his to dictate orders to. Technically, Charlotte was still the only one officially registered as a party member on his HUD.
As Nimoa accidentally began to empty her backpack of belongings and the somber hero helped her collect the fallen items, a sudden pain began to intensify behind his brow. Idiot senses tingling. A singularity of stupidity is approaching. Really it was the slight stench of brimstone and scorched cloth that he detected on the air as Charlotte approached, a smell that caused mysterious migraines every now and then for whatever reason. He knew it was probably just a placebo effect and that the demon princess didn't actually set off any sort of sixth sense he had, but there did seem to be a correlation between intense pain and Charlotte's meddling so he didn't yet rule out that leveling up had gained him a new passive ability to sense danger.

"I only just got here yesterday. I know heroes often have the ability to lure attractive women, but not even I would have had time to make a child with a vampire woman in that little time. And I don't think being a lolicon would allow me to keep my hero status, let alone all the moral lines it would cross," Tristan said, letting Charlotte rest her head on his shoulder without complaint. He was too preoccupied with making sure Nimoa had left one of her belongings. With a sigh, he replied back to the princess' last question. "Fine. Just fought a bloodthirsty monster hunter. Got a new shield. Nothing spectacular."
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