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One Piece: New Horizons!

@ProPro

Do I have to initially help or can I just keep pummeling Krabbe?

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

@HueMan

I'll be making my post now.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Interacting with: @OptimusKel@LemonZest1337@Polaris North

Upon entering, Jonathan noticed the panic within the restaurant. Majority of the customers and regulars stood out of their seat in fear, their chairs knocked over possibly due to quick fight or flight response. The layout of the place was not complicated. Limited to about five rooms, it was easy to see where the trouble stirred. Jonathan and everyone else entered the main room, which individuals dine at the tables for their food.

The other rooms consisted of the men and women's restrooms, a janitorial closet, and the kitchen. Out of the all the rooms, the dining area and kitchen ranked the biggest. All the people currently dining stood and stared at the kitchen doors; therefore, the scream probably came from there. Two doors meant for entering and leaving the kitchen happened to have small circular windows attached. Whatever remained behind the door could not be seen because of the grime.

One waitress burst through the door. Her breathing showed inconsistency, sweat dripped down her forehead and her hands shook rapidly. She dropped to her knees heavily and pointed back at the door. A visible bite mark on her arm dripped crimson liquid on the wooden floor. Veins around the area turned into a darker color. She tried to speak, but could barely make out her words. "Someone...came...brought...it."

Some people looked at the door while others clearly noticed the bite mark. One person shouted and notified everyone she became infected with the virus. This caused all of the individuals inside to scream and argue amongst themselves. People contemplated leaving or going into the kitchen. Some even suggested killing the waitress right now. The restaurant certainly made a lot more noise than before and probably brought more attention. Throughout the argument, one of the kitchen doors swung open to reveal a completely infected individual.

The zombie walked sluggishly while moaning. He approached the woman on the floor and delivered a swipe to her face. Skin shred from her cheek, screaming as she got knocked over. The zombie ignored her and headed towards the other customers. Everyone proceeded to run into the furniture; they yelled out loud and frantically went to the exit.

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The man gave Olive a confused look. He glanced at the sheriff who began heading to the wall's outpost. Stepping back, he started to stretch the collar of his shirt. "I can't make that decision. I just started to get on the captain's good side," he looked back to see if the captain was listening.

He stared at the girl once more. "Please just listen and let me do my job," he pleaded. His focus became interrupted when he started to hear a commotion in the center of town. He could sense trouble brewing. Screams were fading out.

"Look. Come with me and help me figure this shit out. I'll put a good word to the Nunchucks." He shook his head to the side and didn't move until he received an understanding from the woman. Some soldiers began to move to the area.

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"Yooooo," Martin entered the restaurant just in time to see the horror unfold. He could not believe his eyes. Inside Pallet Town, a zombie rarely found itself inside. The boy barely had time to think. He looked around his surroundings for a tool or weapon. He wished he brought his radioactive means of attack, but he left it at his quarters.

Martin kept observing the area when the crowd of people began pushing him "Whoa! Watch it! I'm trying to help!" He became slightly useless and immobile by the fleeing individuals. He tried to get someone's attention. "Someone stop that zombie!"

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@Soph123@Poi

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 650 >> 600
Renn: 6

Dubstepp found trouble sleeping again. He slept more than he did yesterday which did provide benefit. He felt slightly active and didn't receive a 50 health point deduction. Even then, Dubstepp demonstrated fatigue in his eyes and stride. The morning forced him to bicker and groan in solitude.

After he and the rest of the party entered the dungeon, he began to become more awake. The threat of death shook him enough to keep his chin up. It has now come to this. Dubstepp disagreed with the idea of tackling a dungeon at such a low-level. More than likely, his party remained okay on taking risks. Being a mage, Dubstepp became comfortable standing in the back. This meant if worse comes to shove, he can flee to the exit without any struggle. The only problem: would he be able to up and abandon his team if it calls for it? Would he be sane if he does run out?

Dubstepp snapped out of his mindset when the party stopped when confronted by a pack of wolves. Pulling his hands in front of him, he prepared to lend a helping hand. He acknowledged the statement from Reylan regarding the missing individuals. Dubstepp kept note of their names; he barely knew them, but he might meet them again in the future. Watching as everyone attacked, Dubstepp decided to help attack the wolf with the highest health.

He took note about Reylan's advice concerning his mana usage. Contemplating on a spell, Dubstepp chose to only use his lighting finger trick for right now. The attack showed the usefulness and only depleted 50 points of mana. He would save his summon for another fight coming up if it calls for it. Dubstepp pointed his finger at the wolf in the middle; stepping to the side to get a clear shot, he initiated a stream of lighting that passed through the party to electrocute the wolf.

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Everyone}

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

Marcus landed on the other roof with a thud. He went down on his knees and grabbed onto the tiles. The surface turned slippery due to the constant rain. The kid stopped momentarily to regain his balance before pursuing the archer. He climbed back to his feet but became distracted by Ally. Clenching his teeth, he grew frustrated.

"Not the enemy? She shot me!" The arrow placed inside Marcus' shoulder dissipated but the wound remained. By calling attention to it, Marcus felt the lingering pain. He instinctively held onto his arm and cringed. Chef Object tipped his head back and heard the archer speak. She informed the team of her troubles regarding her sister.

The team received a mission to stop the abductions of a suburban neighborhood. A woman used magic out in the open and admitted to putting a child in a coma. Obviously, this could not be coincidental. "I don't believe you," he retorted. Marcus slowly decreased the space between them as he tried to make his way in the rain. He raised an eyebrow and almost slipped when the woman started accusing him. "I attacked first? You pointed an arrow at me and shot me!"

Marcus jerked his head over to Ally. "Work together? Are you serious? If you think I'm not getting one punch on this chick, you're crazy! I'm going to punch her on the shoulder and see how she likes-"

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Marcus stopped his rant. He sensed a shift in the rain as if something moved beside him. The droplets on the tiles sounded differently momentarily, and Marcus noticed something in his peripheral. He made eye contact with Ally; the hero hesitated to move his eyes to the side. Sighing, he turned his head thinking the rain or the archer played with his senses.

Marcus almost lost his footing on the roof. He quickly grabbed the air and regained his composure when he noticed another individual on top with him. The teen kept his breathing to a minimum because he did not know how to react. Beside him, a young girl stood upright with a bitter smile. She wore a rose-patterned dress and Converse sneakers; both articles of clothing were stained with mud and grime. Her hair unkempt and tangled in a blonde mess. The girl's skin had a pale complexion; however, black rings covered her eyes. Marcus noticed her eye color was a haunting red.

Chef Object quickly observed his surroundings. He bit his lower lip when he realized how oblivious he became. The entire situation regarding the archer and the rain messed with his senses. Marcus noticed the girl brought friends, almost all of them were in the same age group. They carried the same grungy appearance. Two began to climb the roof. Four started to approach Kurt in the street. And three of them stood behind the archer.

Marcus turned his attention back to the girl beside him. "Are you okay?" Her response resulted in a small giggle. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled and became defensive. He did not like this one bit.

"To play," She calmly cackled. She raised her arm and began to move her palm closer to Marcus.

Marcus pulled his shoulder back and winded it forward to strike the girl. He did not believe she literally meant to play. Her appearance worried him. "Son of a--" Marcus was not able to complete his curse or his punch. The girl pressed her palm on his stomach. A force from her hand pushed him off the roof and onto the street.

The rubberiness of his body forced him to bounce. He laid down on the concrete and wiggled around. He felt pain on his internals. "Let's all play!" She sang. All the kids began approaching.

The front door to Liz' house became wide open for an odd reason.

Hider

@t2wave@LeamonZest89@Old Amsterdam@1Hawkeyes

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

@Ithradine

Totoro isn't revealed yet. I was going to make him appear now or in a severe situation for dramatic effect. For all everyone knows, I only have a lightning attack from my finger.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

There's a posting order, correct?

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 650
Renn: 6

Dubstepp did not realize how long the trip would last. He expected the walking distance between the town and the dungeon ranged from five minutes to ten minutes. The vast world of Talrae slapped him once he stepped out of the town. Every hour that passed as he walked only made him think how insignificant players were compared to the environment. Similar to reality, a person's problems are truly small.

Dubstepp joined the server because he figured there waited potential for him to become 'something' bigger. The lush green fields and the numerous monsters along the path reminded him about his situation. The virtual game's capacity was not of a fun mini-game, but of a real world. Keeping particularly quiet, he chose to speak only when spoken to. Waking up in the morning exhausted him and the long trek only tired him more.

Dubstepp sighed, he became relieved that the party chose to rest. Laying down on the floor in complete defeat, he stretched out his legs. Dubstepp dubbed the journey unbelievable and unreal; the hours in the day were lost. The sun disappeared to let out the night sky. Looking around, the musician perceived the darkness as unsafe. Monsters might lurk on the outskirts of the camps. The party was nowhere near the safety and comfort of the town.

Dubstepp snapped out of his negative processing when Reylan called to him. He cracked a smile and sighed under his breath. Having an efficient cooking skill meant he was going to have to make the entirety of everyone's meals. With a thumbs up, he agreed to cook the piece of pork. Though Dubstepp trained his cooking skill for his personal benefit, he was glad to assist others. Prepping the pork and cooking all the sides evenly, he roasted the meat until he determined it was ready for eating.

"Anybody else?" He asked before cooking his own pork slab. He forgot all about the boar quest; the experience was mundane compared to what happened after. Looking at the yellow sparks of the fire, Dubstepp began contemplating once again. He observed the players around him and started to get a tickle in his throat. The outcome of this journey disappointed the musician. Dubstepp couldn't tell if the others knew, but some people had chosen not to show up to the rendezvous.

Many scenarios played in the musician's mind. Obviously, the group of people that met at the Inn last night was way bigger than the players sitting around the campfire. The missing individuals possibly chose a different group to raid with or they chickened out. Another probable outcome was that players died before meeting with the others. Dubstepp shivered at the thought. Most of the no-shows he did not have the chance to greet them, but he did know of one individual.

The fact that Aura didn't show up left Dubstepp uncomfortable. Dubstepp figured he would lose someone eventually to a boss or a tough mission. He acknowledged parties were going to change in time; however, he did not expect it so soon. Although, he did not know Aura very well, she was capable of bringing morale and spirit to the team. Even then, she seemed like a great leader type. Glancing over to Reylan, he wondered how the archer felt about it. No doubt he noticed her disappearance.

Dubstepp sat back on the ground and began to gnaw on his pork chop. The lack of plates and forks forced him to miss the comforts of fine dining at the inn. Eating his meal only took a matter of minutes, he then took out his journal and reviewed his previous bars. "I think I might have ordered the season pass for this game. That's pretty scary."

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Nobody}

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

@Polaris North@Poi@LeamonZest89@OptimusKel@Soph123

Sorry for the holdup. I stated a while ago on the Discord chat that I was celebrating my birthday which explained my absence for the past few days. Nothing but bad decisions. Now I am back and posted a brief response. I hope no one died on me between then and now.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Interacting with:

Nunchucks listed to the newcomer. He actively listened by nodding his head and tipping his hat at the end of her dialogue. The sheriff eyed the bag the woman slung over her shoulder. "So you've just bumped into this place by accident? Good thing you found shelter," he forced a smile on his face. He did remain suspicious of the woman. Her statement regarding the accidental discovery of Pallet Town seemed faulty to him.

He shrugged off the feeling; he looked around and inspected the men around him. Pointing at two nearby individuals, he waved for them to approach. Like hounds, they rushed over to him for orders. "Show this woman around. Make sure she knows some of the ups and downs," he shook his head over to the girl to demonstrate his point. The two men nodded with enthusiam and prepared to step over to her.

Nunchucks then grabbed them both by the arm. He pulled their heads together, whispering into their ears, they both nodded and understood completely what was asked of them. They saluted the sheriff then walked over to the possible new resident. Both of them breathed heavily in the woman's presence. "Ready when you are, Miss." One of them spoke in a grunt. The two men appeared extremely dirty and burly; food crumbs stuck to their beards. At hand, the two men were equipped with 2x4s.

Nunchucks started heading over to the gate when another woman stopped him. She did not necessarily stop him, but the man could overhear her. A group of men surrounded the tall woman after she abruptly made her request. Some of them took a step back after she spoke. Her message struck as extremely direct and commanding. A portion of the men exchanged glances and wondered if this woman seriously considered leaving. The sheriff sighed, he knew he had to address this woman.

Walking over to the woman, the other men moved to the side. He coughed a few times as he attempted to imitate the woman. "What's the problem? I don't let people out unless it's a perfectly good reason," the sheriff stated. He stepped closer to the woman, almost breaking her bubble of personal space. "You must be the fifth person this week to ask me," he complained.

One of the men spoke out and corrected him. "It's actually the eighth person today," Nunchucks grunted as he the soldier was not helping with the conversation. The man piped down at once. Shaking his head, the sheriff put a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe we can work something out. I'm sure we have a few things that need to be done around here. Finish a couple things and I'll think about letting out," he jerked his head over to one particular soldier for the woman to address.

He let go of her shoulder and tapped on her chin. "Work on her confidence a bit more, short stuff," he ironically called her. He turned around and started walking over to the outpost near the gate.

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Around the restaurant, a blood-curdling scream could be heard.

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@Polaris North@Poi@LeamonZest89@OptimusKel@Soph123