King Cosmos

One Piece: The Next Voyage

More or less. Things don't have to be exactly the same size or weight to be swapped, but they have to be fairly close; he can't swap a person with a bottle but he can swap a person with a slightly shorter person.

Yugioh - Verdant Dreams

hey I went ahead and did some editing, let me know if theres anything else I can work on.

@Keyblade87

Hey Keyblade, I noticed that your deck list only comes out to 39 cards; you'll need to add one more. Also, you're not supposed to include the custom card in your deck list as you'll be drawing it directly from your soul and not from the deck, so make that two cards.

Life in another world as a Enemy Mob! - An Isekai RP

The Dorc

Name: Chris Atwell
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Species: Orc

Appearance: Chris is taller as an orc than he was as a human, standing nearly 6 foot, as well as being broader across the shoulders and possessing greater muscle tone and definition. Nonetheless he still manages to be skinnier and shorter than most other orcs in his tribe and, from what he’s seen, in any other tribe as well.

He has the typical green skin and dark black hair of an orc, though his eyes are an atypical shade of light grey. His teeth are sharp and his lower jaw more prominent; in fact his entire face seems to be more angular than it used to be, though without seeing himself in a mirror it’s hard to tell. His body is already covered in small scars from fights and battles fought in his new form and he has the feeling that this will only get worse as time goes on.

Personality: Shy, meek, fearful, easily intimidated; Chris is a person supremely lacking in self-confidence, lacking in courage and lacking in mental fortitude. He is easily led by others, often going along with things he doesn’t want to do to avoid confrontation, and finds it difficult to assert himself or make himself heard.

History: Chris’ life in the old world was short, unfulfilling and occupied with painful memories. When he was growing up his family was often in a state of near poverty, not just poor but straddling the breadline, with his parents working multiple jobs just to stay afloat. Their living situation changed often, moving apartments frequently as they would not always be able to pay their rent, leading to there was a constant uncertainty around his life. It was not uncommon for basic necessities to be sacrificed in the name of being able to afford other bills, nor was it uncommon for Chris’ only meal of the day to be the one that his school provided for him.

Speaking of school, Chris found the institution to be a reprieve in some ways and painful in others. It provided a sense of stability and a regular schedule, both things he appreciated, but at the same time he had a hard time dealing with the other students, especially as he was always small for his age and made an easy target for bullies. He found it hard to make friends, both because no one wanted to attract the bullies attention and due to his own lack of social aptitude. He was never a great student either, not a troublemaker but always someone who struggled academically. Maths, science, languages; these were all areas where Chris struggled. He did show some artistic talent, as well as a desire to pursue such interests, but given his family’s financial state he didn’t have much opportunity to do so, instead being pushed by his parents to focus on his studied and raised his grades instead.

Things progressed much in this way for the rest of Chris’ life. His family remained poor, but efforts to put more money into savings when they could and Chris getting a job when he was old enough helped them to better their situation. Chris continued to struggle academically, but always managed to earn a passing grade and avoid being held back a year. He also continued to be bullied and still found it difficult to make friends even years later, though between his studies and work he wouldn’t have had much extra time for socialising anyway.

The culmination of this lacklustre life came when one of Chris’ bullies decided to push his down a short flight of stairs, something that could have ended in nothing more than bruises or at worst a fracture instead leaving Chris with a cracked skull and a growing puddle of blood underneath him. Paramedics arrived quickly, but Chris was already unconscious by the time he was being loaded into the ambulance, which was then hit by a truck on the way to the hospital because why not?

Inventory

Leather armour
Wooden club
Wooden round shield
Bronze knife

Tier 0 Skill

Survival – Death does not come easily to you; turn away from deaths door and face your opponent with renewed and greater strength. Grants a permanent increase to physical attributes in response to near-death experiences.

Skills:

Tier 1

Disease resistance – Orcs are naturally hardy individuals and tend to live in squalid, unhygienic environments. As such they have an inborn resistance to most illnesses and pathogens.
Iron stomach – Possessed of a hardy constitution and often not having the luxury of being able to be picky eaters, Orcs are able to stomach eating almost anything that can charitably be described as ‘food’ without any ill effects. They also have a resistance to ingested poisons, but not poisons from other sources.
Darkvision – Orcs have the innate ability to see better in the dark than most other humanoid creatures; they can see in pitch blackness as if it was dimly light and in dim light as if it was clear as day.
Light sensitivity – However, this enhanced vision in the dark also makes them susceptible to bright lights. Strong, direct sunlight can dazzle them and they are more easily blinded by light-based attacks.
Monstrous reputation – Orcs enter into conflicts with humans and other races with more frequency than other monstrous species; as a result they have a fearsome reputation that leads to them being targeted or attacked by adventurers more often. A run in between a human and an Orc rarely ends without bloodshed and communication or alliances between the two are nearly impossible.

Tier 2

Basic weapon proficiency – Like it or not, orcs must learn how to fight. Although Chris would prefer not to resort to violence, his new way of life has made it necessary that he at least learn how to hold and swing a weapon.
Basic cooking – While nothing fancy, Chris is at least able to turn otherwise unappetising food into cooked, slightly less unappetising food.
Basic crafting – Orcs are expected to be self-sufficient; they do not have a mercantile society like humans or elves, or dwarves; if you need something made or fixed you either do it yourself or steal it from someone else. Creating simple items or repairing broken weapons and armour is a useful skill to have when you don’t have the strength to take what you need from others.

Life in another world as a Enemy Mob! - An Isekai RP

The Dorc

Name: Chris Atwell
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Species: Orc

Appearance: Chris is taller as an orc than he was as a human, standing nearly 6 foot, as well as being broader across the shoulders and possessing greater muscle tone and definition. Nonetheless he still manages to be skinnier and shorter than most other orcs in his tribe and, from what he’s seen, in any other tribe as well.

He has the typical green skin and dark black hair of an orc, though his eyes are an atypical shade of light grey. His teeth are sharp and his lower jaw more prominent; in fact his entire face seems to be more angular than it used to be, though without seeing himself in a mirror it’s hard to tell. His body is already covered in small scars from fights and battles fought in his new form and he has the feeling that this will only get worse as time goes on.

Personality: Shy, meek, fearful, easily intimidated; Chris is a person supremely lacking in self-confidence, lacking in courage and lacking in mental fortitude. He is easily led by others, often going along with things he doesn’t want to do to avoid confrontation, and finds it difficult to assert himself or make himself heard.

History: Chris’ life in the old world was short, unfulfilling and occupied with painful memories. When he was growing up his family was often in a state of near poverty, not just poor but straddling the breadline, with his parents working multiple jobs just to stay afloat. Their living situation changed often, moving apartments frequently as they would not always be able to pay their rent, leading to there was a constant uncertainty around his life. It was not uncommon for basic necessities to be sacrificed in the name of being able to afford other bills, nor was it uncommon for Chris’ only meal of the day to be the one that his school provided for him.

Speaking of school, Chris found the institution to be a reprieve in some ways and painful in others. It provided a sense of stability and a regular schedule, both things he appreciated, but at the same time he had a hard time dealing with the other students, especially as he was always small for his age and made an easy target for bullies. He found it hard to make friends, both because no one wanted to attract the bullies attention and due to his own lack of social aptitude. He was never a great student either, not a troublemaker but always someone who struggled academically. Maths, science, languages; these were all areas where Chris struggled. He did show some artistic talent, as well as a desire to pursue such interests, but given his family’s financial state he didn’t have much opportunity to do so, instead being pushed by his parents to focus on his studied and raised his grades instead.

Things progressed much in this way for the rest of Chris’ life. His family remained poor, but efforts to put more money into savings when they could and Chris getting a job when he was old enough helped them to better their situation. Chris continued to struggle academically, but always managed to earn a passing grade and avoid being held back a year. He also continued to be bullied and still found it difficult to make friends even years later, though between his studies and work he wouldn’t have had much extra time for socialising anyway.

The culmination of this lacklustre life came when one of Chris’ bullies decided to push his down a short flight of stairs, something that could have ended in nothing more than bruises or at worst a fracture instead leaving Chris with a cracked skull and a growing puddle of blood underneath him. Paramedics arrived quickly, but Chris was already unconscious by the time he was being loaded into the ambulance, which was then hit by a truck on the way to the hospital because why not?

Inventory

Leather armour
Wooden club
Wooden round shield
Bronze knife

Tier 0 Skill

Survival – Death does not come easily to you; turn away from deaths door and face your opponent with renewed and greater strength. Grants a permanent increase to physical attributes in response to near-death experiences.

Skills:

Tier 1

Disease resistance – Orcs are naturally hardy individuals and tend to live in squalid, unhygienic environments. As such they have an inborn resistance to most illnesses and pathogens.
Iron stomach – Possessed of a hardy constitution and often not having the luxury of being able to be picky eaters, Orcs are able to stomach eating almost anything that can charitably be described as ‘food’ without any ill effects. They also have a resistance to ingested poisons, but not poisons from other sources.
Darkvision – Orcs have the innate ability to see better in the dark than most other humanoid creatures; they can see in pitch blackness as if it was dimly light and in dim light as if it was clear as day.
Light sensitivity – However, this enhanced vision in the dark also makes them susceptible to bright lights. Strong, direct sunlight can dazzle them and they are more easily blinded by light-based attacks.
Monstrous reputation – Orcs enter into conflicts with humans and other races with more frequency than other monstrous species; as a result they have a fearsome reputation that leads to them being targeted or attacked by adventurers more often. A run in between a human and an Orc rarely ends without bloodshed and communication or alliances between the two are nearly impossible.

Tier 2

Basic weapon proficiency – Like it or not, orcs must learn how to fight. Although Chris would prefer not to resort to violence, his new way of life has made it necessary that he at least learn how to hold and swing a weapon.
Basic cooking – While nothing fancy, Chris is at least able to turn otherwise unappetising food into cooked, slightly less unappetising food.
Basic crafting – Orcs are expected to be self-sufficient; they do not have a mercantile society like humans or elves, or dwarves; if you need something made or fixed you either do it yourself or steal it from someone else. Creating simple items or repairing broken weapons and armour is a useful skill to have when you don’t have the strength to take what you need from others.

One Piece: The Next Voyage

I understand that Shigeuchi's power might be a little hard to understand in written form, so if anything from my last post wasn't clear let me know and I'll try to explain better.

One Piece: The Next Voyage

As a general rule, pirates often possessed a supreme confidence that they were one of the strongest people in the room and could handle anything thrown at them; when dealing with any pirate you could expect bravado, grandstanding, posturing and a distinct impression that they thought themselves invincible. Young pirates thought this because they were brats who didn’t know any better, old pirates believed this because they had survived being young pirates. Shigeuchi considered himself to be one of the latter. He also considered most of the other pirates in the room, including Nikko, to be former; the difference being that his captain had the raw power to back it up.

Things escalated quickly after he called out as both eavesdroppers chose to respond to his bait; strange how only the people who were listening in felt the need to speak up, as if they thought that the comment was aimed at them somehow. The young girl spoke up first and Shigeuchi couldn’t help but notice the way she slipped a dagger into her hand as she did so; he considered taking it from her, replacing it with something else, but decided not to. Stealing her weapon would only serve to start a fight and when she had so many other weapons on her person trying to disarm her was pointless.

Nikko was the next to step forward, responding to the girl by revealing that Loguetown had in fact burned down mysteriously less than a week ago. It wasn’t surprising to find out that they had beat the news to Alabasta, their flying ship allowed them to skip some of the obstacles that lay between the two islands and get here faster than almost any other ship fleeing the inferno. Maybe some of the ships in the marine fleet could have done better but, unfortunately, most of the marine vessels docked at Loguetown were also caught in the fire. Somehow.

Their bounties would go up again once this information spread, he imagined.

The young man with the long hair was next to step forward, proving to be as loud as he was bad at being sneaky as he managed to insult everyone involved in a few sentences. What Shigeuchi thought about young and confident pirates seemed to apply double to this brat as he stepped forward confidently and with a challenging swagger to his walk to accept Nikko’s offer of recruitment.

In the midst of everything a dagger was thrown Nikko’s way and Shigeuchi let out a sigh as he watched things rapidly descend into chaos from that point onwards. He made no move to intervene at first, trusting the crew he and Nikko had assembled to protect their captain, if he even needed protecting, from the assault. The dagger was deftly knocked aside and Nikko responded to the attack by firing a concentrated beam of heat from his eyes at the girl, only to somewhat miss his mark when the white haired girl did something to cause the knife thrower to slip and fall.

Shigeuchi stood from the table, shot glass in one hand and whiskey bottle in the other, as the hooded girl pulled two items out of her jacket. The first she seemed to be trying to apply to herself, to the burning hole in her shoulder, so Shigeuchi used his Devil Fruit to swap it for the shot glass in his hand, the medicine appearing in his hand as the empty glass appeared in Lexi’s.

The pirate then swapped positions with the person standing closest to the assassin, other than the white haired girl, suddenly standing a couple feet behind both girls as a confused patron found himself halfway across the room. His hand lashed out and grabbed Lexi by the arm, hand wrapped around the wrist of the arm holding the shot glass and holding it steady as he poured a measure of whiskey into the glass with his other hand. “Settle down. Take and drink and relax, this isn’t a fight you want.” With the drink poured the bottle of alcohol in Shigeuchi’s hand was replaced with something else, the mysterious bottle in the assassin’s hand swapping places with the bottle of whiskey as the first mate turned the container so that he could examine its contents. “What’s this? Sea water? Not a bad idea; you sure you don’t want to join our crew?”

Turned away from Lexi, her hand still held in his strong grip, Shigeuchi turned to face the loud mouthed young man with the long hair. “You don’t seem to understand how recruitment works boy. We’re not here to impress you; you need to impress us if you want to join our crew. He may be the captain, but I’m the one who keeps the ship running and I won’t accept less than the best, understand?”

Before things could escalate any further, yet another person stepped forward from the fleeing crowd and tried to add some sense to the chaos. It probably wouldn’t work, but he had to commend the boy the trying at least. “Fights over already; or it will be if anyone has any sense. We’ll be on our way if people are willing to let us be.”

@Reflection@ladyonyx04@KillBox@Crimson Raven

Life in another world as a Enemy Mob! - An Isekai RP

Count me in.

One Piece: The Next Voyage

Shaking his head Shigeuchi poured out another measure of whiskey, his earlier comment about getting drunk apparently forgotten as he downed the shot and immediately refilled the glass. “I’m not talking about the book being banned; we both know it’s going to be banned and I know that’s not going to stop you. I’m talking about you getting us all killed when you try and attack Impel Down for chapter whatever of your story…” The pirate paused at this point, glass raised halfway to his lips as he remembered why Luffy went to Impel Down in the first place; to save his brother, according to the stories at least, who had been arrested and was scheduled for execution.

His brother, who happened to be Ace of the Whitebeard pirates, whose capture led to the Battle of Marineford between the Whitebeard pirates and the Marines, the death of Whitebeard and the rise of Blackbeard, and a shifting around of the members of the Shichibukai. It was arguably one of the three most important moments in pirate history, along with Roger’s death and Luffy finding One Piece, with Whitebeard’s dying words kick starting the second golden age of piracy. Luffy was at the centre of all of it, not yet a household name like the Yonko or the Shichibukai but someone with a growing reputation and the world’s eyes on him at that moment.

Before all that however was Impel Down. The not-yet-Pirate King broke into the most infamous prison in the world, defeating the supposedly invincible warden and freeing a number of high profile prisoners all in an attempt to rescue a family member.

Shigeuchi gave his captain another wary glance, gears turning as he tried to somehow read his mind and find out if he was planning what Shigeuchi was afraid he was planning, if he had even planned that far ahead at all. Eventually he gave up, closing his one eye and shaking his head; if it came to that he would just have to adapt to it and do his best to keep the brat alive, just like he said.

“Roger, Whitebeard, Shiki, Luffy; you're heading down the same road as them, even if your just trying to follow their footsteps. Just tell me you’re taking this seriously and that’ll be enough for me.” Being first mate was always more trouble than being the captain.

At the mention of being followed, Shigeuchi’s eye began to move around the room, head still pointing forward as he tried to surreptitiously scan the room without alerting whoever was following them that they had been made. It took three passes before he noticed her, but eventually he saw a scrawny young woman in dark clothing sitting a few tables away; she didn’t draw any attention to herself and managed to blend into her surroundings quite well despite not looking like the kind of clientele this dive usually catered to. If he hadn’t been told to be on the lookout for a young woman he might not have spotted her, but once he saw her she stood out from the rest. “Over there; hood, mask, lots of weapons. Doesn’t look like the type to spout off about justice if I had to guess.”

In his searching he had also seen someone else. A man with long hair and strange facial scars standing at a nearby table, trying to listen in to their conversation with much less subtlety compared to the woman in black. It seemed they had attracted a fair amount of attention this time; that tended to happen when you arrived at the docks in a flying ship, but this much focus was still somewhat unusual. Shigeuchi leaned back in his chair, downing the shot he had poured earlier before speaking loud enough to be heard by either of their shadows. “Lots of eavesdroppers today. Maybe we should find somewhere else to drink?”

@Reflection@ladyonyx04@KillBox

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

The woman on the screen was a master of her craft, someone well trained in the art of public relations. Her voice was soothing and reassuring while her tone held just the right amount of professionalism and confidence to add weight to her message. Her appearance was the same, mixing the straight backed posture and uniform of someone with authority with the comforting smile of someone who was on your side and had your best interests at heart. It was a tough balancing act to show both warmth and strength at the same time, to show people you were strong enough to protect them without that same strength being intimidating, but Lorne’s marketing and PR departments were good enough to make it work.

Show the public chaos and destruction, and then show them the calm and resilient face of Lorne who would stand against the chaos. Make sure to acknowledge the unfortunate accident but neglect to mention just whose tower it was that blew up. Paint Parahumans as deadly and dangerous, people who use their powers for evil, so that of course the Lorne Corporation they so unfairly blame for everything must be the good guys. And if you’re not one of those evil, dangerous Parahumans then you must be on Lorne’s side, right? Which means you’ll visit one of their rehabilitation centres, right?

And if that didn’t work then tell them they were all going to fucking die if they didn’t.

“Well that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve heard in years.” Robert was well acquainted with Lorne’s particular brand of bullshit, having been force-fed it by the shovel load when his factory was taken over by Lorne suits. They’d refined it somewhat over the decades but it still smelt the same, which made it all the more frustrating when people bought into it. At least now he knew what he and his followers would be doing this Saturday; that drop-in clinic was the perfect opportunity to disrupt Lorne’s attempt to round up the cities Parahumans.

And every Parahuman they could keep out of Lorne’s grasp was a victory in Robert’s book; which, as it happened, was why he was here in the first place. The screen he was watching Lorne’s announcement on was not the small monitor in the lounge of his headquarters, but a large public display meant to show advertisements or breaking news depending on which was more important at the time. A couple blocks down the street was a diner, mangled and deformed by some unknown phenomenon and since these days ‘unknown phenomenon’ meant ‘Parahuman’, Robert was interested.

The police were interested too, which was why he was standing two blocks away instead of somewhere he could get a closer look. Whatever had happened in that diner was bad enough that it left a bodycount, so the police and Lorne had an excuse to go all out in trying to apprehend them; a half dozen patrol cars and a couple of SWAT vans could be seen blocking the street from where he was, armed and armoured officers along with a number of those faceless mechs keeping a watchful eye on the crowds. Whoever this Parahuman was he was powerful and possibly unstable, which meant it was imperative that the PPS find them before the police did, or Lorne would make sure they disappeared forever.

Robert began walking towards the diner, risking being seen by the police or their drones so he could attempt to find some sort of clue as to where the Parahuman had gone to.

@Heat

One Piece: The Next Voyage

Alabasta was, Shigeuchi quickly decided, far too hot for his liking; the sun too harsh, the wind too dry and the desert too endless. That might sound strange coming from a man who served as first mate to a living sun, but where Nikko simply burned the sun above Alabasta seemed to press down on you instead; an oppressive heat that drained your energy as much as anything else.

“A drink, sure. Nothing like dulling your senses with alcohol before trying to take over a country.” Despite the sarcasm, as Nikko suggested a drink Shigeuchi’s eye drifted over to front entrance of a building that seemed to be a bar judging by the sign over the door and the stream of noise that he could hear even from the ship. He began to walk in that direction, counting on his captain to follow him as he made his way through the crowded docks, weaving past sailors and locals alike until he reached the swinging, saloon style doors and pushed his way through.

The interior was exactly what you would expect from an establishment that mostly catered to mariners, pirates and alcoholics. In other words it was dimly lit, unhygienic and filled with a mixed scent of smoke, stale sweat and saltwater; the clientele looked as hostile as they were drunk and the man behind the bar looked like he could have had a bounty on his head at least as large as his or Nikko’s, which was almost a requirement when it came to keeping a place like this running and in one piece. Shigeuchi approached the bar and got the bartenders attention by placing some belli on the counter. “I’ll take the best bottle of whiskey this’ll buy me.”

As Nikko arrived Shigeuchi turned to him, giving him a considering look for a moment before pouring out a shot of whiskey and drinking it. “This plan… is more ambitious than anything we’ve done before. This is the first step towards becoming a legend instead of just writing about them; are you sure you’re ready for that?” The plan, although just a quick and dirty approximation of the plan Crocodile enacted more than a decade ago, was the kind of thing that made the whole world stop and pay attention to you. Threatening the capital city of a kingdom, kidnapping the royal family and holding them to ransom, especially when that royal family was one with a history like the Nefertari’s, was a big deal to say the least. “How far are you going to take this? Not just here, but the whole journey. Luffy did some amazing things, if you’re planning on recreating all of his actions every step of the way, you may not get chance to publish this book you write.”

@Reflection