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Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Aaron Yang

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@Not Fungus@Ithradine@Vocab@Phonic

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Aaron opened the door to what should've been his driveway. This was it-- the first big step toward his new future... His vision suddenly changed the moment he crossed the the threshold; a dark sky, a tower, a woman, and an apology. Whisked away from the scene just as fast as he'd been shunted there.

"For what?"

Rather than an answer, Aaron suddenly found himself in a place he'd never seen in his entire life. It was a street made from stonework and unfamiliar architecture, barren of all life save for the others that had appeared just as spontaneously as himself. Not even having a chance to fully register what had just happened, the first thing Aaron heard was the infuriated voice of one of the others, clearly enraged about something. The other two however, seemed unnervingly calm; one even commenting that it would be nice jogging weather.

Panicked thoughts swirled in Aaron's head as his face drained of color, This has to be a hallucination-- he thought to himself silently, his breathing growing more frantic by the second as he narrowed the possibilities, But that would mean.... That there must be a gas leak in the house!

It was't the only explanation Aaron could think of, it was just the only one that made sense. Swallowing dryly, and taking a few deep breaths, Aaron calmed slightly. "I was at the doorway... Which means my car--" the boy breathlessly murmured as he took ten long strides forward, following with four long strides to the left. "Should be here."

He reached for the handle of his car, only to find himself grasping at empty air. Hallucinations weren't able to mask physical contact right? Had he already passed out? Was he dead?

"Nonononononono, this can't be happening. Not right now. Not right here."

Shaky mutterings escaped the boy's lips as he sank to his knees in despair, clutching his head in disbelief.

What the fuck was going on???

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Click This@Rune_Alchemist

As Donovan scanned the surrounding area for threats, he noticed the guardian immediately. The thing was fucking MASSIVE!!! Gently taking the handle of the door, he prepared to hold it shut and wait out the Guardian's patrol route until the coast was clear. The large man's blood ran cold as a distinct thwip reached his ears, he was frozen in fear, his eyes watching in horror as an arrow struck the massive stone monstrosity in the shoulder. Before he could even fully register what had just happen, his eyes locked with the towering stone figure as it let out a terrifying shriek.

Donovan damn well knew he couldn't just hide from this damn thing in the building. It would just tear the place apart, and put the others in danger. The man gulped as he made terms with what he needed to do. The guardian had only seen him, and didn't know about the others just yet...

He would need to buy the others some time if they were going to make it out in one piece.

There was only one place he had a shot at reaching before the guardian was going to be upon him; a path that seemed to rest on a cliffside. Without a word of warning Don broke into a dead sprint for the cliffside, slamming the door shut behind him as adrenaline surged through his veins. "COME N' GET MEH YAH UGLEH BASTARD!!!" Don bellowed as he sprinted with all his might across the snow covered ground.

He didn't know if he'd make it, but he'd damned before he didnt try his hardest. He dug deeper into himself, calling on whatever mystic might the goddess had given unto him, and trying to force it through every fiber of his being as he ran.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

Donovan frowned as he realized there wasn't anything in the walls. He'd hoped there would be some form of hidden compartment that he and the others could glean information from-- but alas there was nothing. Turning to the others; about to recommend checking the third floor before a swift departure, a silver glint among the salvaged timber caught Donovan's eye. Approaching what remained of the pile of wood, he knelt down and took the object into his hand, eyeing it curiously.

Goddess Note

Item Recieved: A Serpent-Star Emblem
It was a badge of some sort, that much was certain, likely for identification like police officers had in his old world. Its silver color had held up well to the time. Shaped like a shield, upon one side of its face was engraved a star shaped pattern. Under it, was a swirling pattern that coiled upwards around the star in a somewhat protective manner almost with its mouth reaching upwards, fangs bared. A serpent of some sort? Perhaps it was junk. Perhaps it would be useful in some manner later.

"Hmmmm... I wonder what this means...." Donovan mused to himself as he eyed it. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to investigate further, as Leannah informed the group that the guardian was headed their direction. "Aye'd say weh best get ah move on. Aye ain't keen on meetin' whatever's on patrol." he announced bluntly as he tucked the badge into the inner breast pocket of his coat. Crouching low, and slowly approaching the door, Don cautiously peered outside, scanning to see if the coast was clear.

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

Titus awoke with a start, his body drenched in cold sweat and a face pale as the very sheets he lay upon. Shakily, Titus pulled himself from his bunk, groggily stumbling his way to the nearest showers to clean himself off. He'd never really enjoyed living on a voidship, the recycled atmosphere always felt 'stuffy' to him, let alone the fact that nigh every narrow corridor looked almost identical to the next one save for signs left here or there. Despite this-- Titus had grown used to it during his years of living under the inquisition, and by now considered it a minor annoyance... Warp travel, however, was another beast entirely. It didn't seem to matter how high he cranked his collar; the nightmares always came when traversing the warp . Every night he closed his eyes, he was plunged back into that hellscape. His only respite was his waking hours, when he was free from whatever abominable force saw fit to torment him.

Upon finishing his shower, Titus immediately hustled back to his quarters to get his equipment on; today was a big day after all, and he wanted to be sure he didn't leave anything behind! If his hunch was correct, today was the day he'd finally be elevated to being the direct assistant of one of the senior scribes! Truly, today will be a day to remember!

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"You've been reassigned" spoke the head scribe in a dull tone; not even bothering to look away from his work. "W-wha-what?" Titus stuttered as his heart sank, he'd been working for this promotion ever since he was transferred onto this Emperor-damned ship! "B-but by who's orders? And why?"
The head scribe slowly set his spectacles to the side as he leveled an apathetic glare at the boy, "It was somebody higher than me kid, that's all that matters. Now you'd best get your ass moving to hangar Four-Two-Seven-Three-Three... The last thing you want is to piss off your new supervisor by being late." Titus gulped as he heeded the Head Scribe's command, rushing out the door and down the corridors as fast as his legs could take him.

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Titus knew in his gut that he was already late for whatever meeting he was supposed to be attending as he approached the hanger door. Wiping the sweat from his brow as best he could before entering the chamber, Titus tried in vain to make himself as presentable as he could for his new supervisor. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the hanger, only to have all the blood drain from his reddened face. His new boss was none other than the Celestian Superior herself! "Uh-" Titus gulped as he took his place amongst the gathering of individuals before introducing himself with a short bow, "Scribe Titus Ramsay, at your service Celestian."

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

I'll hopefully have a chance myself to post today

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

As the specters did their work, and the others began to put out their their ideas for the near future, Donovan slowly moved across the walls. Old stonework buildings were a funny thing-- often hiding small secrets in the way they were built whether that was culture, age, technology, or something else entirely. The pods the group had been ejected from were reason enough to figure the building had more than meets the eye going on within. Maybe there was something hidden in the walls of the building? Be it pipes, wires, or whatever else? Perhaps another, more hidden exit?

Only investigation would provide such answers.

Sliding along the newly bare walls, Donovan gently moved his hands across each surface; feeling for stones that seemed out of place, a knock here and there to find any hollowed spaces, and otherwise scanning for anything else that might be of interest. Listening intently to his fellows as he worked, he nodded in agreement with their ideas, "Aye, weh stick together. Get a beat on tha' surroundin' area. Take what weh can. Find anybodeh else that might'uh been brought ere', then get th' hell outta dodge."

The last nail had been pound into the ramp and four of Donovan's workers had begun to carry it to it's place as the girl upstairs finally called down to them. "Nice ta meet cha' lass!" Donovan called back with a friendly smile, "Yah had meh worried you were a mute! The name's Donovan, but yah can call meh Don!"

Another quartet of the taller workers returned from downstairs, wielding some of the leftover spears; using them to provide support from beneath, and the eight spectral bodies worked in unison quietly to quietly fit the new ramp neatly into place. "Can't say yer timin' coulda been any better!" Don chuckled lightly as the wooden construction quietly clacked into place with the sound of wood against stone. Just as quick as they'd come, Donovan's specter's vanished; the spear toting ones of course carefully discarding their armaments before returning to nothingness, the others just disappearing without so much as a sound.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

You used Soil Manipulation!
You are attempting to use Possession on an Inanimate Object!
This method is unusual, something unpredicted may happen.
Your Earth Affinity is increasing! Soil Manipulation's effect is boosted!
Your Spiritual Awareness has boosted your understanding of what is happening!
Your Ghost Touch contributes to manipulating the physical environment around you.
Your former variance, Stone-Hardened, has caused a synergistic affect!
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...

YOU HAVE TRANSFORMED!
(Immature) Ectoslime > (Pseudo, Immature) Rokklit!
A much smaller, weaker form of Earth aligned elemental creature. You have attained a Pseudo-form, imitating a proper creature but lacking key characteristics or certain natural abilities and status. Rokklits are quite rare outside of areas charged with powerful Earth Mana, as they are essentially stones imbued with some form of life through concentrated forces of magic. Their bodies toughen as they mature, becoming as tough as boulders by adulthood. As a child, however, their bodies are light enough to be lifted and fragile enough to break when thrown.
Your Base HP has increased!
Your Base MP has been decreased by [Possession]! If the [Locked] MP is used up, you will no longer be able to maintain this body! Your MP has been reduced by roughly 25%.
Your Base Stamina has slightly increased!
Your Base physical strength-related stats have all returned to previous values.
Your Base physical defense-related stats have increased!
Your Base physical movement-related stats have decreased.
Skill Gain: Earth Affinity I (1.0)!
You have developed a bond with the earth. At this rank, MP/SP cost for all Earth-related skills is reduced. Earth-related skills will develop more quickly. Increase the rank of your affinity by deepening your understanding of the Earth element.

Your MP is Low!

Earth Vein: Active

System:Jason

Jason barely felt Miiba's small body bounce off his rocky form as he rose from the ground, between the further escalating situation, and the sheer disorientation from having shoved himself into a body unlike any he'd had before-- he didn't even actually notice any impact at all. Even if he didn't really know much about Rokklits, Jason found it rather odd that he could feel hunger as well as some form of fatigue despite not having any digestive or muscular system to speak of... The fuck would a Rock monster eat anyway? Other rocks? Minerals? Or perhaps it was related to mana? That would at least explain the instinctual activation of [Earth Vein] upon his completed transformation.

But he had more pressing issues to address.

As Geir hefted his axe to strike down upon the reincarnator, Jason shifted into a defensive stance; ready to attempt either avoiding or deflecting the hit. However, before Jason got the the chance-- a booming voice shattered his focus in an instant. It held such force and authority that Jason's entire posture went rigid by instinct, like a soldier ready to report to their superior. From but a single glance Jason could tell that the colossal man was no mere farmer. The sheer size of his bulk, the deep, jagged edges of his visible scars, and the veteran intuition he surveyed the scene with proved him to be a warrior of some kind... A barbarian like Geir? Perhaps some kind of knight like Zeiglar? The Rokklit wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

"Yes sir." Jason responded to the first question as he glanced briefly at Geir, hoping to see a sign of whether the young barbarian recognized the sound of his voice. The second question caused Jason to hesitate for a brief moment as a chill passed down his proverbial spine. How much did this kid fucking tell them???

Seeing no other option; and not having the convenience of not remembering like Danny, Jason responded truthfully, mentally preparing himself for shit to immediately hit the fan.

"Yes, that was indeed my summoner."

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

The New Guy

Name: Titus Ramsay
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Position within The Imperium of Man: Inquisitorial Scribe of the Ordo Malleus
Appearance: 5'10", with messy black hair, and hazel eyes. Not particularly well built, and very faintly tan skin.

His outermost layer is that of a classic inquisitorial trenchcoat, free of most inquisition iconography save for a golden Aquila adorning his right shoulder -- as he has yet to earn any beyond that. On his left forearm, is a vambrace shaped cogitator that manages the controls to his refractor field as well as his assisted targeting system, its many buttons glow a soft, dull red. Beneath the trenchcoat lies a lightweight variant of the ceremite plate used by inquisition stormtroopers; sacrificing sturdiness for mobility, as the weight of the normal armor plating would likely prove cumbersomely heavy to Titus. The dark and dulled coloration of the ceramite makes the plating almost blend into the shadows cast by the trenchcoat. On the back of his left hip is a leather fannypack, containing and concealing his personal refractor field.

Armor:

Super light ceremite armor-- a lighter variant of the ceremite armor worn by Inquisition stormtroopers (visual appearance under description).

Modified Refractor Field -- standard issue refractor field.

Weapons:

Plasma pistol-- standard issue plasma pistol

Ornate Power Rapier-- a small lightweight version of the power sword, makes a better status symbol than weapon.

Equipment:

Vambrace cogitator with holographic image display (and a flashlight).

Assisted targeting eyepiece.

Enhanced Null Collar-- A piece of archaeotech that dampens all warp related effects within the surrounding area. It never leaves Titus' side. Unlike it's more well known counterparts, this model appears to have no noticable side-effects.

Personality: Somewhat Niave, excessively curious, and generally a polite and jolly fellow. Suffers from acute hemophobia and has yet to take a life.

Character Theme:

Bad Omens

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

As Malphas accepted the bow, Donovan felt a small twinge of guilt. The lad's overwhelming confidence had retreated into a sullen pout. He hadn't meant to come off to the boy so harshly-- but this wasn't time nor place to start acting all buddy-buddy. They really needed to get out of this place before whatever was patrolling the grounds had a chance to find them. Turning to Leannah, Donovan accepted the shield and warhammer with a thankful nod, "Thanks lass."

As he strapped the shield to his arm, and stuck the warhammer through his beltloop, the catgirl took the opportunity to once again call out to the person she claimed was on the third floor. Whether the last person was just shy, or hesitant over the sudden bout of violence that had happened-- Donovan wasn't keen on waiting for a response, they didn't have that kind of time. By the time Leannah had asked once again for the large man's aid, he'd already had his middle finger and thumb in his mouth. "Alreddeh on et lass."

Though the old timer hadn't the slightest clue about how he might 'activate' his divine blessing, he definitely knew how to get someone's attention. An unfamiliar tingle ran through his hand as the countless memories of whistling to call the kids in for lunch ran through his head on instinct. Without a second thought, he blew.

A sharp, barely audible whistle cut through the silence as magical distortions took shape in the air around the trio. In an instant, a phantasmal contingent of no less than twenty humanoids manifested about the room. It took a moment of stunned silence for Donovan to realize that his little impromtu idea had actually worked. "Aright lads!" he spoke commandingly, shaking himslef from his stupor, "Here's tha plan-- we're gonna take evreh scap o' wood we can scavenge in this wreck n' make a right n' sturdeh ramp up to tha third floor... But be quiet about et!"

Without hesitation the ghastly contingent pulled hammers and prybars from thin air and went to work on their task. With a supernatural steadiness the figures began to pull apart the the various shelves and other furniture before handing the scavenged wood and nails to the group of hammer wielding apparitions. The ramp's construction was slow and methodical, placed atop a bed of old, illegible paper to muffle the noise. Paper that wasn't being used as cushioning, was being used like rags by the hammer wielders; their phantasmal hands wrapping the bundles tightly around the nails as they slowly but surely worked the metal into the wood.

Even with the help of Don's blessing, it was clear that the process was going to take some time.

Warhammer 40k: Wheels within Wheels, an Inquisitorial RP Interest Thread

I know I really shouldn't commit to anything more than I already am... But should my schedule accommodate-- I'd love to get in on this!