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Oberon was glad to see that his spell had worked and that Digbie was back to his old self; there were still a lot of things about this world that he didn’t understand but it seemed that a headache was close enough to a status ailment that his spell was able to cure it. That raised some questions about whether this spell would work as a catch-all fix for any kind of ailment; he already knew it worked to remove poisons but maybe he could cure even diseases or disabilities once it was strong enough. For now though it was enough just to know that it worked for what he needed it to.

Digbie began throwing rocks towards the approaching torches, but judging from how far away the lights still seemed to be it was unlikely the Goblin was managing to hit anything at this range. The rocks seemed to be glowing with a strange light as Digbie released them from his hand, not as bright as the light of a Mana Orb but still undoubtedly magical in nature; Oberon let curiosity get the better of him and used Magic Analysis to observe the effect as Digbie threw the second and third stone.

“I’ve already given a shield to everyone I could find; the others all spread out to intercept the Goblins I think. I’ll stay with you for now. Take this as well.” Reaching out a hand Oberon cast another Shield I spell on Digbie while attempting to use nature mana as he had before.

It was a surprise when Mourningstar suddenly spoke up from somewhere above their heads, but a welcome one. He hadn’t expected to see the Wisp again so soon and after how their last meeting had gone he was glad to see she was okay. As the Wisp flew off Oberon quickly said something to the Goblin before flying off after her. “I think she’s right Digbie. Wait until they get closer.”

Oberon caught up to Mourningstar after she had finished firing at the Goblin’s and had already flown back towards them. He hovered next to her and cast another Shield I using nature mana on the Wisp. “Don’t go too far forward. If we stick together we can watch each other’s back.”



@floodtalon@Gardevoiran
As soon as Sora caught up with the others he found himself being made the centre of attention as they began to ask him questions. He supposed that wasn’t too unusual; as he had already guessed it seemed like a few of the others really had no idea about any of this stuff before today. Since he had made a few comments that made it seem like he knew some of this already he shouldn’t be surprised they’d ask him questions.

“Yeah, I knew some of this stuff already. The powers are new, but the part about yōkai being real or the part where I’m descended from one I already knew about from my mom; she’s the same as me after all.” Slipping his hands into his pockets Sora slowed down to a walk now that he was caught up. “I’ve been able to see things others couldn’t for as long as I can remember, and as a kid I wasn’t quiet about it. I guess my parents decided I needed to know what was going on so that I could hide it from others; that’s really all it is. They told me what I can see and what I am; anything else I know I learned on my own.”

Honestly, it was more surprising that more of them didn’t know what was going on. Weren’t their parents descended from yōkai like they were, shouldn’t at least one of them know what their kid was going through and be able to explain it to them? Maybe these abilities didn’t always show themselves, like it skipped a generation or it was more than just blood that was needed. “Is this really new to all of you? None of you had any clue about all of this before today? What did you think those things you saw were?”

@FurFox@Raging Fenrir@Squirrel98
Samantha caught the folder that was slid down the table at her by placing a hand over it before turning her attention back to Alex. As someone who had never paid much attention to what the league did during her travels she was interested to see if it did more than just battles and contests; not that there was anything wrong with either of those events, her own disinterest in contests aside, battling was her wheelhouse after all and she loved it. But Samantha had always enjoyed taking part in those eclectic little events that existed all around the world whether they were local traditions, festival games or something bigger; if taking part in the league meant missing out on those kinds of events then she was going to be sorely disappointed.

So it was that as Alex continued to hand out the assignments a small smirk slid into place on Samantha’s face when she heard that there were going to be both a strongman competition and a relay race in the very first event. In all honestly, she had always thought the league was just a place where the trainers with a little more flair got snapped up for sponsorship deals, and while that may still turn out to be true she was glad to hear that they at least took part in a diverse range of competitions; land races like that one she took part in in Kanto or a water race like that one Gym leader in the Orange Islands liked to do, and although she had never taken part in a strongman competition that only meant that the league held events that she had yet to experience.

When their team captain was done Sam finally flipped open the folder to see her opponent’s photo staring back at her. Alex wasn’t wrong when he called him ‘jacked’ and she had to admit that Cassius Frasier was a pretty cool sounding name but at the end of the day her opponent’s looks didn’t really make much of a difference; no matter how intimidating the guy might be he wasn’t the one she had to beat. It was his Pokémon she had to worry about and looking at this team? She was going to be fine.

From his muscles and scars Sam had expected Cassius to be the kind of guy who focused on strength, but instead his team was made up of Pokémon known for their bulk and their high defence. This was pretty much the antithesis of Samantha’s own battling style which would probably make for a pretty interesting match come the day she had to face this guy.

Scanning through his team again she compared it to her own, considering strengths, weaknesses and type match-ups before coming to a quick decision on which four Pokémon she would use for this battle and closed the folder. There was more information she had yet to read and Alex had mentioned something about tapes of previous battles, but this was likely to be the last time Sam looked at the folder or anything to do with her opponent until the day of the event. Battles were supposed to be fun, you weren’t supposed to overthink it and you definitely weren’t supposed to do homework for them. It was probably due to this attitude that Samantha had never won any of regional leagues she had taken part in. Not that this mattered much to her; Sam had always been someone who sought out experiences rather than accolades.

Leaning back in her chair and linking her hands behind her head Samantha looked across the table at the man who had just mentioned food. “I could eat.”

@CaptainSully
“So much for being discreet.” It might not be as flashy as throwing lightning bolt but a student leaping out of a second storey window was sure to garner some attention should anyone still be around to see it; maybe their club captain should’ve spent some more time going over the basics before throwing them in the deep end like this.

A couple of the other students had already left in a hurry, while another made enough of a show about his slow exit that it was clear he was inviting others to join him. Sora meanwhile still wasn’t sure if he was going to stick around for this club; he didn’t care about powers when he had no use for them and he didn’t care about finally finding camaraderie when his uniqueness hadn’t prevented him making friends back home. He did, however, care about the risk to innocent people; regardless of his callous words earlier he did care about that. The only thing holding him back was not knowing whether or not he could trust that this club was actually what it claimed to be.

This little test in the park was something he could stick around for though. It would be a chance to get an idea what kind of threat they were dealing with and whether or not he would even be able to do anything about it. If he didn’t like what he saw, there was always the option of quitting and going back home.

Hurry out of the classroom Sora quickly caught up with the two students who had just left; if he was going to do this, he might as well get to know his fellow club members, temporary though they may be.

@FurFox@Squirrel98
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Dropping the contest-given sword on the ground Artorigus followed his clan leaders’ example and stepped through the portal in to the Spectres clan ship, the strange device depositing him in a communal area somewhere near the crew quarters. A quick glance around showed him that the only other person there was Ekloria, none of the other clan members had returned yet and if what their leader said was correct none of them would be; it was hard to believe this infection was anything other than some weird debuff, no matter what the guy in the robe had said. Maybe this quest was just a big game of infection, one of those specialised matches held on Planet Doom sometimes where whenever someone died they joined the other team. If people really were infected they might be locked out of the clan for the duration of this quest.

Artorigus headed towards his quarters in the crew section to retrieve his normal gear, removing the samurai armour as he walked. Upon reaching his room he opened up his menus again and began sending out clan invites to everyone he had ever met which, since he had travelled far and wide in search of weapons was quite a few people; of particular note was a guy who frequented the Dark Souls areas of Sanctuary, wearing some weird amalgamation of armour and generally taking the RP side of things a little far, and another guy who called himself a mage and was trying to make a magic-only build work in a game that seemed determined to make that as hard as possible. They were both kind of eccentric but given his own peculiarities he supposed he couldn’t say much.

Returning to the communal area with his gear in tow, Artorigus sat down on a couch and waited until Ekloria returned. “My place is safe already; I wouldn’t risk spending so much time here if I didn’t think it was. If I can trust it to keep burglars out I can trust it now.”

At the mention of Anti-Viral Artefacts he leaned back in his seat and opened up the store for himself, letting out a whistle as he saw the prices even the weakest Anti-Viral Artefacts were going for. “This guy’s really got everyone in a panic; no way are we getting our hands on one of those without a fight. If we can’t buy them then we’ll have to earn them, through quests or some other way. We’ll have to avoid the most obvious places too, since they’ll be swarming with people looking to get one for themselves.” Closing the store Artorigus turned to his clan leader as he thought about the kind of places that might be giving away Anti-Viral Artefacts. “We could try the Megaman worlds? The Battle Network series was all about fighting viruses, the computer kind at least; might be a few options there. Or since this is based on the Flood we could always just go to the Halo and farm for some Sentinal Beams; those things are a dime a dozen.”

@Burning Kitty@Parzivol
Once he had finished placing a Shield on the Dire Rats Oberon continued his short tour of the bonfire area and flew towards the last place he had seen Digbie. The little green Goblin was standing on an elevated ledge and was looking out towards the approaching mass of torches; as Oberon grew closer he could see that Digbie had his hands clasped together in front of him and as he approached the Pixie could just make out a light murmuring, almost as if the Goblin was praying.

“Hey, Digbie. What are you…?”

Before Oberon could finish his sentence Digbie suddenly screamed out and collapsed to the ground, rolling around in the dirt and clutched at his head. Accelerating forwards Oberon was kneeling at the Goblin’s side in moments, using Magical Analysis to try and determine what was wrong with his ally; this proved rather moot however as Digbie’s next scream made it painfully obvious what the issue was.

“A headache?” It must have quite a headache to cause this kind of reaction. But then, Oberon knew exactly what that was like didn’t he. It was only yesterday that he had experienced a similar migraine after attempting to test just how much this world resembled the video games he had played in his past life. It was that experience that had led to him first trying to create some kind of status removal spell which, luckily for Digbid, he now had.

Reaching out to place a hand on Digbie shoulder Oberon sought to still the Goblin’s rolling so that he could heal him. “Stay still Digbie, I’m going to heal you.” Placing his other hand on the Goblin’s forehead Oberon focused his mana and cast Lesser Status Heal on Digbie, hopefully curing him of his migraine.



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