Since when does it automatically skip openings? I know you can manually skip it. Credits are skipped by timed autoplay but if you hover over the square you can go back to the credits.
3 days ago
<Snipped quote by Ocelot79> But they aren't considered royalty.
The above is what I'm trying to get at, @Ocelot79. I don't disagree with them being nobles, but the sheet mentions that they are a royal house on several occasions which gives off the implication that they are royalty.
@Ocelot79 This is not to judge, but as a player to another player, I wanted to hopefully clear up something even with your sheet already being approved. How exactly is Edric from a noble house that is said to be royal yet is ruled over by a king? Wouldn't they just be a bunch of regular old nobles instead?
It had been a week since the players, or wayfarers as some called them, were notified that dying in-game would cause you to go brain dead in the real world. These men and women had simply wanted to play a game for fun, but now they could die for real? Eaudenil had wanted to be like her father, but she was afraid. Afraid of dying–of death. She wasn't the hero her father was; no, Eaduenil, or rather, Lili, was just a kid. A kid trapped against their will in a death game. It simply wasn't fair.
Raising her head from the tavern counter, Eaudenil took a swig of the warm glass of milk she had ordered. Virtual milk could never truly compare to the real thing, but at least it brought her comfort. It reminded Eaudenil of simpler days; of when her father gave her glass of warm milk just before bed. At least back then everyone was still alive.
Taking a deep breath, Eaudenil reached into her coin pouch, drawing a few coins to pay for her beverage. She still needed to find a new party, having been ditched by her previous group. With the recent developments happening, maybe it wasn't a bad decision to seek out others, too. Thankfully, today seemed to be her lucky day, as a red blur ran past Eaudenil before she could make her way outside. Whoever she was, the girl still appeared confident, contrary to everyone else Eaudenil had seen. She was like a blaze–someone who took charge, as if they were capable and understanding of the fact that they were forced to face reality.
She needed to be in a party with her, but would the redheaded girl care to party with a weak-willed person like Eaudenil? There was only one way to find out.
"H-hey!" Eaudenil called out, following the girl down the packed streets of Thorinn. "Wait up!"
Before she realized it, however, Eaudenil had been tossed to the ground, having been grabbed by her shoulder. A daze befell Eaudenil, confused and at a loss. One moment, she was on her feet, and the next, on the ground, as if she had been pushed. When her gaze met her assailant's, it was met with hostility. Unknowingly, Eaudenil had been blocking the exit to the Wayfarer's Hall, but rather than squeezing past or saying excuse me, the man had desired to be an asshole.
Huffing, the man walked away after uttering a single word–move. Eaudenil was no stranger to rudeness, but it certainly hurt to be thrown on the ground. Cobblestone wasn't exactly soft like grass, after all.
It seemed as if time stopped for Eleanor. She struggled to register the bloody sight as reality–there was no way it could've been real. How could a heart attack lead to someone eating another person? People have suffered heart attacks throughout human history, but no one ever came back hungry for human flesh! Maybe it was all just a dream. A rather horrifying dream, if anything.
Her new acquaintance stumbled backwards, snapping Eleanor back to reality as he bumped into her. He held his arm before Eleanor and scanned the ground for something to defend the two of them. With her gaze settling on the cannibalistic senior, Eleanor was at a loss as to why he was attempting to defend her from that thing. Most people would've turned tail and ran–hell, she was considering doing exactly that–if they saw someone chow down on another human being, but here he stood, putting his life before another's. He was either plain stupid or just brave, but no matter how you saw it, Eleanor was thankful for his protection.
"What are you guys doing?! Get him off him!"
Almost instinctively, the senior turned his attention to the woman who had just shouted. Her protector, too, took off, leaving Eleanor's side to snatch a nearby garden rake to fend off the monstrous cannibal. It was then, however, when Eleanor was witness to something that was ultimately impossible. The man, now with gaping wounds on his neck and face, began to rise from the ground.
"S-sir," She sputtered nervously, desperately trying to put her thoughts into words. Eleanor was no scientist, but she was certain that no one could be up and moving after suffering the injuries he had. "Are... are you..."
Eleanor could only manage a few words before the bloodied man growled in her direction, guttural and like a wolf. Seemingly provoked, the man lurched forward after Eleanor, who had been caught off guard. Tripping over her own feet, Eleanor stumbled backwards, and fell upon the jewelry stand behind them, sending table and jewelry alike crashing to the ground. Her legs kicked wildly, mostly to create distance between herself and the crazed man, but also to fight off him. No matter how far Eleanor pushed herself backwards, he continued to approach, teeth clattering and hungry for a tasty bite.
Tears streamed down Eleanor's face. She was absolutely hysterical, screaming for help and crying for her own safety. What the hell kind of festival was this?!
Eleanor returned his answer with a curious yet cautious stare.
His gaze lingered on the Chinese-American, as if he had taken quite an interest in Eleanor. The vague response he gave–that she likely looked fine with any of the assorted jewelry laid out on the table–certainly didn't help his case, either. Perhaps he was simply giving his opinion, but it made Eleanor wary. She had known rambunctious men before, and even dated one in high school. Maybe Eleanor was simply overthinking things, but coquettish men were trouble, or so she had told herself for numerous years.
Before Eleanor could reply, however, a horrific scene began to unfold before their very eyes. Someone screamed, and all eyes fell upon an older gentleman that had recently suffered a heart attack. A man, likely around Eleanor's age, sprinted to his side and began applying CPR, but something seemed off.
"Hey," Eleanor began, though uncertainty wavered within her voice. "He's... he's alive! His eyes just opened."
Little did Eleanor know, however, that she had just signed the man's death certificate. The elderly man latched onto his savior, and sunk his brittle teeth into his lips. Blood spewed from the youth, coating the senior in the rich, red substance, yet he paid no attention to it. To him, the helpful stranger was naught but a juicy turkey leg, chowing away at what once was a man's mouth.
Others screamed. Some ran for help. And all Eleanor could do is stand in fear.
Long ago, before the great floods, Miriam was born to a rather busy couple within the port city of Slateport. Her father, a sailor, was often out at sea, and her mother, an engineer at the local shipyard, tended to pull long nights at the yard, leaving Miriam to spend most of her childhood at her grandparents. With the ocean nearby, Miriam typically found herself building sandcastles on the beach or shooting "water guns" back and forth with her grandfather's Feebas. Sometimes her parents would catch a break from work and show up with goodies from faraway places, like Sinnoh or Kalos. Life was good, but ultimately nothing lasts forever.
When the great floods happened, Miriam was barely seven years old. She struggled to understand the dangers as her parents had, being just a child at the time. It certainly didn't help that her parents told Miriam that they were going to go on a vacation to distract their daughter, who was unaware that her grandparents stubbornly refused to leave the home they had known for generations. Before the family fled, however, her grandfather passed his Feebas onto Miriam, and told her that he would be waiting to hear all the stories and adventures the duo had when they returned.
Nevertheless, when Miriam realized what was happening, she found herself troubled and angry. The very memory of her grandparents drowning in the flood that wiped out Slateport often led to nightmares, some of which continue well into adulthood. That aside, life would have to continue on for the girl and her family, who would bounce from settlement from settlement in search of safety. Sometimes they would be in a settlement for a day or two, or they would've stayed a couple of weeks to a month or more. "Home", or at least Miriam's version of it, was now the open road, giving her a chance to experience the devastation–and beauty–of the new world firsthand.
By the time Miriam had neared her teenage years, her family would soon settle in a colony known as "The Shoal". While the settlement was hardly a place to raise a child, the Burch family settled in nicely after her father reunited with one of his sailing buddies. Once settled, life soon returned to how it was before the floods–or at least as close as it could. Her father returned to his sailing days, sailing up and down the Shiver Rill, and her mother ensured that the fleet stayed afloat with her technical knowledge as an engineer. Rather than follow her parents' footsteps, however, Miriam took an interest in the colony's diving teams, and soon was on her way to become one.
Although Miriam was a talented recruit for the divers, being already skilled in some procedures before the floods, she was often looked down upon by her colleagues for this very reason. She was a golden child as far as anyone knew or cared, and it wasn't unusual for Miriam to be picked on or left to do the work of a team by herself. Not that Miriam cared, for as long as she had Marie, she was fine with being the black sheep. In any case, time went on, and soon enough, Miriam and her colleagues were full fledged divers and placed on a team. It was here when she received Edison, a Chinchou given as a pity present due to the beliefs surrounding Feebas.
Nonetheless, the damage was already done. While Miriam was rather capable of working in a team, she regularly found herself at odds with them. Her team, having previously been tormented by them, would often try pressuring Miriam into riskier dives, ignoring that she felt rather uncomfortable with the dangers. Miriam struggled to agree with putting her life on the line for a chance to strike it rich, and despite attempts made by her to find common ground, she went on to quit the team in favor of solo diving. At least with solo diving Miriam could work at her own pace, even if that meant forgoing the next biggest thing.
Unlike most in the Shoal—or anywhere, really—Miriam has regarded her new life with a cautious approach. With the great floods throughout the world, surviving has become reality, and Miriam struggles to fathom the idea of taking necessary risks— especially as a diver. You might drown at sea, lose an arm to an angry Clamperl, or die to a dangerous poison from a Tentacruel. All in all, how can one make a living if they're either dead or horribly maimed? If rationing supplies means staying alive and in one piece, then Miriam is certainly content with the choices she has made so far.
Feebas ◼ ♀ ◼ Bold | Adaptability
Marie has been in Miriam's family since before the floods, having originally been her grandfather's partner. Despite her struggle to evolve into a Milotic, Marie is quite the capable Pokemon. Where Marie lacks in attack, she makes up for it in her defense, being able to take quite the beating. Onslaught after onslaught, Marie prefers not to give up until she pushes herself too far, or is knocked out somehow. Still, as Feebas tend to have a reputation for being worthless, many question why Miriam bothers to keep Marie around. Miriam sees such thoughts as rash and rude, instead choosing to believe in her companion until the very end.
Chinchou ◼ ♂ ◼ Calm | Volt Absorb
When compared to other members of his species, Edison appears slightly larger than the usual Chinchou. Edison often seems aloof, almost as if he was busy daydreaming, but usually this isn't the case. Rather, most of his time outside of his Pokeball is spent analyzing their next move, given that the glowing antennas on the top of his head make Edison a prime target when Miriam is diving for treasure. A Sharpedo or a Dragalge might be lurking in the distance, and without Edison's source of light, there could be a chance that Miriam winds up fish food in deep, dark sea.