@Cerces22 for what it's worth Kasemchai is rank 11, not zero, and Ichiro isn't the captain of the baseball team, just a regular member. He is their best player though.
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@HereComesTheSnow either, if need be, but right now he's batting righty.
@VitaVitaAR So I realised I did a pretty poor job of explaining Ichiro's IES in his profile. I didn't mean to make it sound like his skill only works with projectiles but that's what I did; the way it's described in my last post is closer to the way it actually works. If I need to change either my post or his profile let me know.
Also, since I don't think you answered last time, will there be a discord for this RP?
Also, since I don't think you answered last time, will there be a discord for this RP?
“Man, it always comes back around to fighting, doesn’t it?” Ichiro’s smile slipped a little at the less than encouraging response he got from Kasemchai. Everyone was so hung up on battling and earning points more than anything else; even his own teammates spent more time figuring out how to win fights than they did practising for the next big game, which was probably why they were so bad at baseball as well as combat.
He supposed he was one of them now, even though he saw battling as a means to an end and that end was playing more baseball! “So what if you’ve never played? I’ll teach you! And it’s not meant to teach you how to fight, it’s meant to teach you how to be a team player and the benefits of hard work and determination! And it’s fun!”
It was no use. It seems nobody wanted to join a club for the actual club activities anymore; clubs were like the factions of the school, or small armies for the club leader or president. The Thai transfer student seemed to think the same as he asked if Ichiro was going to forcibly recruit him even if he said no; ah, yeah, there were some clubs who did that weren’t there? He even prepared for a fight, his leg turning and his weight shifting to his back leg as his forward leg lifted slightly.
Ichiro’s IES allowed him to calculate trajectories, or to put it another way the ‘path things would take’. It worked best on objects already in motion or objects about to be set in motion, like a ball leaving a pitchers hand or about to be struck by a bat, with the former being the easiest and the latter becoming clearer the closer the moment of motion was. What it wasn’t good with was potential movement; his skill alerted him to the possibility of Kasemchai’s attack but not what it would be as about a thousand alarms bells went off to let him know the dozens of ways the Thai student could kick him in the head if he so chose.
It was dizzying.
“Alright then.” Making a swift decision Ichiro leapt away from Kasemchai, creating as much distance as possible and sliding to a stop a few feet away. At the same time he twisted his hips and turned his upper body, moving his left hand from his side to join his right around the grip of his Slugger, moving into a batting stance with practised ease.
“Batter up!” A glowing red orb, approximately the same size as a baseball appeared in the air in front of Ichiro, hovering for just a moment before gravity took hold of it, falling for just a moment before the gleaming red bat struck it with as much force as Ichiro could put into a single swing. The Clean Hit surged towards the Thai student, a simple attack to kick off this fight with a bang.
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He supposed he was one of them now, even though he saw battling as a means to an end and that end was playing more baseball! “So what if you’ve never played? I’ll teach you! And it’s not meant to teach you how to fight, it’s meant to teach you how to be a team player and the benefits of hard work and determination! And it’s fun!”
It was no use. It seems nobody wanted to join a club for the actual club activities anymore; clubs were like the factions of the school, or small armies for the club leader or president. The Thai transfer student seemed to think the same as he asked if Ichiro was going to forcibly recruit him even if he said no; ah, yeah, there were some clubs who did that weren’t there? He even prepared for a fight, his leg turning and his weight shifting to his back leg as his forward leg lifted slightly.
Ichiro’s IES allowed him to calculate trajectories, or to put it another way the ‘path things would take’. It worked best on objects already in motion or objects about to be set in motion, like a ball leaving a pitchers hand or about to be struck by a bat, with the former being the easiest and the latter becoming clearer the closer the moment of motion was. What it wasn’t good with was potential movement; his skill alerted him to the possibility of Kasemchai’s attack but not what it would be as about a thousand alarms bells went off to let him know the dozens of ways the Thai student could kick him in the head if he so chose.
It was dizzying.
“Alright then.” Making a swift decision Ichiro leapt away from Kasemchai, creating as much distance as possible and sliding to a stop a few feet away. At the same time he twisted his hips and turned his upper body, moving his left hand from his side to join his right around the grip of his Slugger, moving into a batting stance with practised ease.
“Batter up!” A glowing red orb, approximately the same size as a baseball appeared in the air in front of Ichiro, hovering for just a moment before gravity took hold of it, falling for just a moment before the gleaming red bat struck it with as much force as Ichiro could put into a single swing. The Clean Hit surged towards the Thai student, a simple attack to kick off this fight with a bang.
@HereComesTheSnow
The doors to the school’s cafeteria building opened with a little more force than necessary as Ichiro Fujita stepped outside, stopping in front of the doorway as the doors swung shut behind him. Standing at the edge of the outside area of campus he swept his gaze across it, taking in the sight of students eating lunch or talking to friends, of fights in progress, just starting or in one case just ending as if there was something interesting to see. He looked like a pioneer seeing a new and unexplored land for the first time, or an explorer who had finally found the lost city they had been looking for; this was the land of opportunity and no one would tell him otherwise. “Right! Let’s get started!”
Ichiro was fairly new to the whole battle thing but like anything else he threw himself into it with gusto. He’d had a few false starts, challenging people much stronger than himself before he realised his level and set his sights on more realistic targets, but he’d managed to get into the swing of things a bit now and was starting to climb the ranks at a steady pace. It was harder than baseball was, more painful too, but if anything Ichiro was perseverant and he wasn’t just doing this for himself; his efforts would make the baseball team stronger, his points would let them buy new equipment and maybe if he earned enough of a reputation they would stop getting beat up by other clubs all the time.
So today he would do what he always did and make a nuisance out of himself by challenging as many people as he could with the time he had available. His own lunch had been finished in a hurry to give himself more time for this and he was as pumped as always to get started.
Looking across the campus for someone to give him a good fight Ichiro spotted one of the transfer students; not the girl with the sword who had challenged the president thankfully, she kind of scared Ichiro if he was honest, but the quiet foreigner who always seemed to be by himself. Ichiro’s smile turned into a near grimace as he set his features in determination without dropping the grin. He began to run in the direction of the Thai transfer, weaving through students and tables to intercept the taller student’s path and stopped in front of him. “Hey! Big guy!”
Blocking Kasemchai’s way Ichiro placed his left hand on his hip as his right tightly gripped the handle of his bat, the gleaming red AED resting on his shoulder. He had to tilt his head back to look the much taller boy in the face, but if the size difference bothered him it didn’t show through his determination. “You look tough, and you’re tall too. I bet you’d be great at baseball. How about joining the team?”
@HereComesTheSnow
Ichiro was fairly new to the whole battle thing but like anything else he threw himself into it with gusto. He’d had a few false starts, challenging people much stronger than himself before he realised his level and set his sights on more realistic targets, but he’d managed to get into the swing of things a bit now and was starting to climb the ranks at a steady pace. It was harder than baseball was, more painful too, but if anything Ichiro was perseverant and he wasn’t just doing this for himself; his efforts would make the baseball team stronger, his points would let them buy new equipment and maybe if he earned enough of a reputation they would stop getting beat up by other clubs all the time.
So today he would do what he always did and make a nuisance out of himself by challenging as many people as he could with the time he had available. His own lunch had been finished in a hurry to give himself more time for this and he was as pumped as always to get started.
Looking across the campus for someone to give him a good fight Ichiro spotted one of the transfer students; not the girl with the sword who had challenged the president thankfully, she kind of scared Ichiro if he was honest, but the quiet foreigner who always seemed to be by himself. Ichiro’s smile turned into a near grimace as he set his features in determination without dropping the grin. He began to run in the direction of the Thai transfer, weaving through students and tables to intercept the taller student’s path and stopped in front of him. “Hey! Big guy!”
Blocking Kasemchai’s way Ichiro placed his left hand on his hip as his right tightly gripped the handle of his bat, the gleaming red AED resting on his shoulder. He had to tilt his head back to look the much taller boy in the face, but if the size difference bothered him it didn’t show through his determination. “You look tough, and you’re tall too. I bet you’d be great at baseball. How about joining the team?”
@HereComesTheSnow
The young mage was not wrong about how eerie the city was; very rarely was the world as quiet as Fuyuki City was now. Even when no people were present to make noise there should be the sounds of nature to replace it. In Saber’s experience the only thing that could cause a hush like this to fall was death; not just a singular death but enough violence and misery to cause a change in the air, one that could drive away life entirely, leaving a place like this behind.
When the faceless soldier and mud came around the corner Fierabras drew his sword, it didn’t matter which, and stepped in front of his two charges. The thing didn’t even seem to notice him as it charged directly for Waver, driven by something more than instinct, as the youth in question moved behind Saber for protection. Even as William gave the command to kill the golem should his attack fail Fierabras was already moving, taking two long strides so as to be clear of the others, and swung his sword down with both hands to cleave the mockery of the human form in twain.
When the faceless soldier and mud came around the corner Fierabras drew his sword, it didn’t matter which, and stepped in front of his two charges. The thing didn’t even seem to notice him as it charged directly for Waver, driven by something more than instinct, as the youth in question moved behind Saber for protection. Even as William gave the command to kill the golem should his attack fail Fierabras was already moving, taking two long strides so as to be clear of the others, and swung his sword down with both hands to cleave the mockery of the human form in twain.
@Lmpkio@Bluetommy This probably isn't as comedic as you were expecting, but he's what I've got so far.
No backstory yet, but I doubt I'll finish this today and I wanted to get something up.
No backstory yet, but I doubt I'll finish this today and I wanted to get something up.
Guess I'll have to start forcibly recruiting people onto the baseball team. First I'm gonna kick your ass and then I expect you to show up for practice tomorrow.
Come to think of it, since fights between clubs are so important wouldn't there be a tactic to recruiting people solely for their combat ability? Like the knitting club just convinces a couple of really strong students into the club who have no interest in knitting just to handle fights for them?
Come to think of it, since fights between clubs are so important wouldn't there be a tactic to recruiting people solely for their combat ability? Like the knitting club just convinces a couple of really strong students into the club who have no interest in knitting just to handle fights for them?
Well, I can't decide between my two ideas. So do you guys want to see a Fire Revenant or a Knight with an angry Dragon trapped in his sword?
Dismay turned to delight as the system message popped; for a moment it looked like the spell had failed, shattering once more before it could reach Oberon’s target, only for that to turn out to be the intended result of his new ability. It was satisfying to see it completed, and also something of a relief, as it had been harder to figure out than any other spell he had worked on so far. It was different it was from the others, not a projectile but an attack created directly on top of the target, something which he didn’t understand until after the spell had been created. If he had known earlier, or guessed it, he might have had an easier time.
Regardless, with Wind Break complete he now only had one more spell on his list of things to accomplish today; difficult or not he seemed to be progressing quickly and the abilities hadn’t taken as long to finish as he had worried. Did everybody learn new skills this quickly? From what he had seen all of his fellow reincarnated humans earned skills just as fast as he did, their lessons last night has made that clear, but what about other creatures? Humans?
Other monsters were probably limited by their intelligence, but what about the Humans, Elves and Dwarves and others? Did they advance as quickly when they set their minds to it? The thought reminded Oberon of something, which he quickly checked. “System: Open current experience.”
“Huh.” Since he had last checked he had gained exactly 20% experience towards his next level. Was that just from learning one spell alone, or a combination of things? His work on Wind Break probably contributed the bulk of it but maybe the little bit of experience he had earned for other skills in the process also added to his total? In either case it was a significant increase. Did this mean if he completed two more abilities he would level up again? Would creating a new ability be worth more or less than ranking up an existing one?
He’d have to keep a close eye on this in the future.
In the meantime he needed to get back to work. Now that he had finished distracting himself with playing around with the elements he wanted to return to the Wall spell and complete that; he had plenty of offense for the moment, now he needed a good defence to go with it. Earlier he had made progress by starting with a Mana Orb and casting Shield on it because that was how he had accidentally discovered the spell in the first place, but was that really the best approach? Wasn’t the Wall just a flat panel of solid Mana held between yourself and an attack, or was more than that required to defend against attack?
For now he was start with what worked. He formed a Mana Orb between his hands, holding it steady before casting Shield on it, the former absorbing the latter and beginning to change shape. Oberon let it unfold, becoming a flat pane of Mana, before holding it steady again. Like before it felt flimsy and weak, definitely not enough to stop an attack, so he began to compress the Mana like he did for the Mana Dart spell, making it smaller but hopefully also denser and stronger. He hadn’t wanted to make the Wall too small previously, but a shield that was too small was still better than a shield that was too weak.
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Regardless, with Wind Break complete he now only had one more spell on his list of things to accomplish today; difficult or not he seemed to be progressing quickly and the abilities hadn’t taken as long to finish as he had worried. Did everybody learn new skills this quickly? From what he had seen all of his fellow reincarnated humans earned skills just as fast as he did, their lessons last night has made that clear, but what about other creatures? Humans?
Other monsters were probably limited by their intelligence, but what about the Humans, Elves and Dwarves and others? Did they advance as quickly when they set their minds to it? The thought reminded Oberon of something, which he quickly checked. “System: Open current experience.”
EXP: 60%
“Huh.” Since he had last checked he had gained exactly 20% experience towards his next level. Was that just from learning one spell alone, or a combination of things? His work on Wind Break probably contributed the bulk of it but maybe the little bit of experience he had earned for other skills in the process also added to his total? In either case it was a significant increase. Did this mean if he completed two more abilities he would level up again? Would creating a new ability be worth more or less than ranking up an existing one?
He’d have to keep a close eye on this in the future.
In the meantime he needed to get back to work. Now that he had finished distracting himself with playing around with the elements he wanted to return to the Wall spell and complete that; he had plenty of offense for the moment, now he needed a good defence to go with it. Earlier he had made progress by starting with a Mana Orb and casting Shield on it because that was how he had accidentally discovered the spell in the first place, but was that really the best approach? Wasn’t the Wall just a flat panel of solid Mana held between yourself and an attack, or was more than that required to defend against attack?
For now he was start with what worked. He formed a Mana Orb between his hands, holding it steady before casting Shield on it, the former absorbing the latter and beginning to change shape. Oberon let it unfold, becoming a flat pane of Mana, before holding it steady again. Like before it felt flimsy and weak, definitely not enough to stop an attack, so he began to compress the Mana like he did for the Mana Dart spell, making it smaller but hopefully also denser and stronger. He hadn’t wanted to make the Wall too small previously, but a shield that was too small was still better than a shield that was too weak.
@Zeroth
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