Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Should be able to get a post done linking the rest of BASL to JCL today. There's just one question that's been holding up my post:

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In one of the reaaaaaaally, really fucking early Brewing Storm posts, after the teams split up, it was mentioned in one of the JCL updates that there was no fuel for the generators lying around that they could see. Would it be to improvise a power source for them that doesn't involve gas - say, shittons of electricity?

@Plank Sinatra

I'm a little confused by the structure of your question, but in regards to the generator mentioned before, I implied that the hunters had seen a huge battery-like power cell lying on the floor of the first room they came in. There was also a dumbwaiter-esque device in the generator room that could be used to transport it across floors because trying to haul it downstairs might be troublesome. However, if someone has access to a heck of a lot of electricity, I'm sure the system could be powered on somehow.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Nichts watched in cool satisfaction as its enemies, bombarded by a mental overload, were forced to retreat. Though it could have easily finished off at least a couple of them in their current state, the Abyssal restrained itself. This act of mercy did not stem from any sort of warrior-to-warrior respect for fighting spirit, or from any sense of compassion hidden within its abominable form, but instead from a desire for them to return one day with new, poignant knowledge that would truly satisfy it. It told Akoni as he left, I will look forward to it, little scholar. Then the mage dragged the stocky, well-armed one away. Nichts thought for sure that the mere human had fallen unconscious from the traumatic cognitive attack, but before Souta got too far, he stirred slightly and with all the strength he could must flung a Trawler at the still body of Midori that lay on the floor. The hook caught on one of her horns and unceremoniously began to drag her along with him. At about this time, the intruders would no doubt find the streaming pressure on their minds beginning to relent. Could it be that Nichts wasn't malicious after all, but merely acting in accordance with its nature? Almost any great monster with a sharp mind could be expected to be brimming in ego, unable to take no for an answer and unwilling to let any trace of defeat stain its record. Nichts, however, didn't seem to care. Learning, and survival. This rumination could not be perceived by the fleeing intruders. That is all I want. That is all I am. Nothing more. Without eyes it observed Mary and Silas speed away. Had it been a mistake to lash out…? Then Nichts was alone once more. Slowly, so as not to reopen its wounds, it slunk across the room and back down the corridor. Soon, it murmured to nobody, you will realize the debt I am owed.

After passing through the portal conjured by the World Tree, Souta opened his eyes to find himself bathed in the familiar heat of the Charred Citadel. Though his head swam deliriously, he could not help but think about how funny it was that he might feel relieved to return to a place that was practically hell. No formal infirmary graced the huge, labyrinthine keep, but the warmth that suffused the place thanks to the tireless Molten Core seemed oddly soothing. Awash in the fiery glow of veinlike structures lining the walls, ceiling, and floor, Souta felt his head beginning to clear and the jarring strain on his muscles -which his adrenaline prevented him from noticing during the fight- dissipating. The new knowledge used as a weapon to pierce his brain seeped away, even as the smith tried to recall it out of curiosity. One thing, however, remained clear as day—emblazoned on his mind. Closing his eyes, Souta conjured images of a yellow sky with a jagged, stony earth not below, but above. Spires of rock hung like stalactites from it, but many chunks of stone floated in the air. Seeing this made the hairs on the back of his neck rise, and he couldn’t help but feel as if this vision truncated all else in importance. The picture in his mind’s eye progressed, flying like a bird through a winding, floating pathway in open air. After passing an enormous hunk of gravity-defying, earth, he caught his breath. In the distance an enormous yellow crystalline structure soared over a lake of blood. The radiant prism of light both confused and awed him, but after a couple moments, he realized that he knew all along exactly what -and where- it was.

Like a person awoken from a deep sleep, he jumped, almost to his feet. Souta steadied himself, his sight bleary but every bone in his body full of excited energy. ”Hey, hey! Hold up a second!” He didn’t know if Silas, Akoni, Mary, and Midori were listening to him, but frankly he didn’t care. ”That monster gave me something. I know where it is! We have to tell the Watchers and whoever else we can find. It’s in the Undersky—the Fifth Seal of the Apocalypse.”

Chapter 2 end

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Aye. All the missions I'm overseeing. Sorry for the delay m8ies.

@Lucius Cypher

Perhaps some of us could take some work off your back?

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

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If Birdie is in the central area of Lon Lon Ranch he couldn't see the stalchildren as there is a bend in the path. Hildibrand is not yet with the group in Lon Lon ranch and Red and Bayonetta are actually somewhere near the Hyrule Castle Gate. The people that Birdie could see right now are Gaige, Terra and Scout. No one is fighting stalchildren.

@Prince of Seraphs

My mistake.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

A confounded and agitated preoccupation with discerning his surroundings did not mean that Henry missed the lone figure drawing near. As soon as he spotted the Kaiser, he turned his full attention toward him. Relief washed over Henry to discover human life in this place. Against all odds, he would have rather not been transported to some sort of barren astral plane or the afterlife. He had many more things to do and people to kill, after all. A normal person might have been wary of the newcomer, but Henry carried along with his indelible merriment a sort of casual arrogance that only befitted individuals so sure of their own strength that they didn’t care to flaunt it.

Denys did not strike him as terribly unusual. His fanciful longcoat reminded Henry of Robin’s, and his mask obviously recalled images of Gerome, Cherche’s son from the future. In his right hand he held a blade of immediately recognizable quality, simple as it was. When the newcomer raised his hand in a move Henry instinctively -and correctly- assumed to be in preparation for magic, the dark mage instantly prepared to cast a countercurse, but as he could not detect any sort of foul sorcery at work, he kept his spell hand at bay. In only a moment the potential problem passed, and Nero felt the lance wound in his side disappearing. Smiling pleasantly at the stroke of good luck and its giver’s positive manner, he replied, ”Not a darn clue! One minute I’m walking along a lovely beach, then I’m in this boring place. Talk about anti-climactic. My name’s Henry. That healing magic is awesome! I wish I could do it. Imagine: make a cut in someone, bleed ‘em silly, then heal the cut and do it all again! Hey, d’you mind giving me a hand with something? I want to run a little test.” He couldn’t imagine why this guy would say ‘no’ to such an innocuous request. Maybe Denys wanted to fret about where they were a bit more, but Henry didn’t care as much. Whoever brought him here would surely explain sooner or later, and afterward, he could pay that individual back for messing in his business.

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The player cracked his knuckles, not exactly sure what awaited him in the game Street Fighter 5 but nevertheless a bit nervous. Everyone he knew who understood a thing about this game, or fighting games in general, told him that even if Street Fighter was one of the simplest fighting games available, one would need to put in countless hours of practice to even have a chance at beating other people. Getting destroyed again and again without the chance to learn anything did not exactly appeal to this player, but he thought he would try nonetheless. First things first: he needed to pick one of the characters in the game to act as his in-game ‘skin’. He scrolled through the list, counting off twenty or so. Some of the ladies caught his eye, but he decided that with how immersive these games were, he would feel dirty if he picked one as his playermodel. The man called F.A.N.G. caused him to raise an eyebrow just at how odd he looked, but that man paled in comparison to one of the last characters on the list.

One look at Birdie made the decision clear. He was a huge, fat man -over 500 pounds, in fact- with a giant yellow Mohawk, axelike sideburns, a British punk outfit complete with ridiculous collar and tattered jeans, and even yellow body hair. To some he might have looked like a repulsive slob—actually, he seemed that way to this player, but the player also thought it so incredibly comical that he could pick nothing else. He chortled under his breath as he made his selection. A menu popped up, and the player steered himself toward training mode. Alright, time to see what fighting games are all about. He poked the training mode button with a sausagelike finger and the world went away, replaced by a darkness wreathed in effulgent code.

When the world appeared again, it was something entirely different. The first thing Birdie saw was a cow, only a few feet away and halted momentarily in its grazing to look at him with big, brown eyes. All Birdie saw was a fatally undercooked hamburger, however, so he leered at the beast. ”Wot are yew lookin’ at?” He pulled himself ponderously to his feet, scratching a backside made itchy by contact with grass. In fact, the wisps of pollen in the air penetrated his nose, eliciting a wet sneeze from him. With a grimace and the back of his hand he wiped away its residue before looking around. Compared to urban London, this place looked like the boonies. To be honest, he couldn’t see very far due to encroaching nighttime, but the hills, grass, and bits of farm he saw were enough to convince him. A second look around turned up definitive signs of life in the form of several individuals not too far away from the cows’ pen in which he currently stood. At this distance, he couldn’t quite make heads or tails of what a couple of them were wearing. Between the one man and two women, there was no consistency in dress or style. As best he could make out, they simply stood around talking. ”Blimey! Wot sorry git sent me 'ere when all I wanted to do was sneak in some practice for miss Karin?” Shrugging his shoulders, he started toward them, easily stepping over the cow fence as he did.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Shrug

@liferusher

I'd much prefer you tell me whether you're quitting or not clearly, rather than supplying ambiguity.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

What's up, folks? I regret that I've lost myself a bit on various mission statuses. Several of the missions are complete now, I think. Which ones besides Brewing Storm are left?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Speaking of Allure, I haven't seen Lugu in a while. @Lugubrious

@Rtron

Hello!

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

As bizarre as it might seem to Henry, he expected that not a single person who lived in this Valmese port appreciated the magnificence of the nearby ocean, or the unique atmosphere of brisk wind and salty air. Of course, this went doubly for a harbor engulfed by times of war. Yet for Henry, who lived most of his life in the barren desert nation of Plegia or the scrubby forests bordering it, this seaside town came across as a never-ending source of fascination. Seated on the sandy beach with his robes splayed out across the sand, he watched the seabirds wheeling overhead with the smattering of crows that had accompanied him all this time. Like chess pieces, or perhaps dancers engaged in some complicated routine, they circled through the sky. Some, he knew, flew aloft to search for food. Others may have been up there for company. More than that, though, Henry assumed that some -birds after his own heart- simply hovered up there for the sake of flying, and the unmatchable freedom and fun that defined that elusive act.

The sound of sand shifting to his left tore his attention away from the heavens and toward a girl approaching. Her long, pink hair blew cheekily in the wind, huge ponytail and braids both, forcing her to restrain it with a hand. One look at her made Henry smile even wider than usual. Small wonder he so quickly imagined the birds above to be dancers in black and white when he thought of an earthbound dancer in black veil and white silk so often. At the moment, her pretty face was screwed up in horror, and it took him a second to figure out why. Oh yeah. The beach was littered with unburied corpses. After all, the army led by Chrom called the Shepards, of which both Henry and the newcomer were part, landed here and engaged the Valmese warriors in battle less than two hours ago. In the end, the swordswoman Say’ri had been saved and the enemy commander Farber slain, routing the enemy. Henry distinctly remembered the thrill of the fight. He had fought with reckless abandon, stewing any enemies that came close enough alive in curses, but all the same he felt and appreciated whatever unknown presence covered him as he slung spells. Since then, not enough time had passed to bury the dead even if Chrom wanted to. War did not permit such pleasantries. Perhaps the townsfolk would do it—though personally, Henry liked it this way. To him, the bloodstained sand seemed an immaculate and profound work of art.

By the time this thought passed, the girl was close. Her name was Olivia, and it was with a tremulous voice that she opened the conversation with, “Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?”

Henry looked down. His robes and sweater appeared to be drenched in a brownish-yellow substance. ”Oh, will you look at that? It’s blood! …Wonder where it came from?” Without any hesitation he stuck a finger in a large globule beneath his left arm and then licked it. His eyebrows shot up as he laughed. ”...Oh, hey! It's MY blood! Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times.”

Blanching, Olivia exclaimed, ”Gross! ...And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about it?! That wound needs to be dressed immediately!”
The dark mage shrugged, his pearly white smile unperturbed. ”You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.”

“...Oh, gods, look how deep this is! How could you not notice?”
Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage. I've had a lot worse than this!
You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!
”When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school. Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand. Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...”
”Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of there?”
”Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled. Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me. But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!”
”I see now... Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide your pain. You use it as cover to tamp down your deep-seated resentment and anger...”
”That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy.”
”No, no... You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you, one from the heart. I'm a performer, you know! I can tell as faker when I see one. Shhh... It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school again. Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!”
”Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!”
”I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite! *Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear? I want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional issues.”
”Hey, sure. I got time.”

Henry got to his feet, followed by Olivia, who’d been crouching. Overhead, the crows peeled off from the flock of birds to follow him. The Dancer, still frightened by her ally’s wound and his attitude toward it, offered to help him back as he seemed to be struggling. Though he didn’t think he needed any help walking because of a torso wound, Henry shrugged and accepted the help. For once, he fell silent. This close to Olivia, he could feel the warmth of her body, and smell the scent of her hair. Though completely removed from the odor of viscera, he could not help but like it all the same. A quick peek at Olivia’s face led to a strange finding: her cheeks were just a little bit red, and her mouth a slight and elegant smile. Henry closed his eyes for just a moment, and mused, death, destruction, friends, and happiness. I must be the luckiest guy in the world!

At this, the player couldn’t help but smile. He’d decided just yesterday to pair up Olivia and Henry because both seemed like oddballs, sweet but socially awkward, and they both needed leveling up. The C-support, where Henry and Olivia met over a wounded puppy, had been nice, but what really made this one indicative of a good bond was their nonverbal interaction, as opposed to verbal. Following that, the player’s mind wandered. Though Henry was getting stronger, Tharja still outclassed him as a Dark Knight. The nation of Valm fielded a lot of knight units so far, making them easy pickings for the both of them, but the player knew that he’d encounter archers soon. Against his wishes, he thought about dumping Henry to focus on leveling Tharja.

He then fell sideways, his vision a medley of code that made his head swim.

This occurred so suddenly and out of the blue that he involuntarily yelped, though an impact with the hard dirt cut it off. Henry moaned and opened his eyes, blinking again and again. What he saw baffled him completely: the scenery had totally changed. Where there should have been sand, there was dirt, and in every direction but one stood trees. A sparkling blue lake stretched out behind him, with a pier and a weird building that said ‘BOAT RENTALS’. In another direction was a flat grass pavilion with a few wooden planks and a couple more small, strangely-designed buildings. Though his smile never wavered, he felt confused and frightened. ”Uh…what the hex? Olivia…? Where…where are you?” His mind raced. Had he been hit by some sort of teleportation curse? If so, he could be in deep trouble. The pain coming from the wound in his side worsened the problem substantially. ”Haha, good one guys. Guys…?”

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

Some cool stuff.