Lugubrious

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@Lugubrious I'm not opposed to you guys getting inside while the drawbridge is still up but you would have to use abilities that would be unavailable to a OoT Link player as this game would be designed so that he could only get in while the bridge is open. The whole thing with the chain would be theoretically possible for Link to pull off with the hookshot so...

@Prince of Seraphs

Link's tiny compared to Birdie, with minimal upper body strength. The hookshot can only latch onto predetermined hookshot spots, whereas Birdie's chains can wrap themselves securely around whatever targets Birdie throws them at. I'd say this isn't something Link can do in the game.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

I'm liking the way this is headed. So, as promised, here I am.

Name: Vinnie Pantera

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at 6'8” and weighing 188 pounds, Vinnie is a thin man of mixed white and Latino descent. His blond hair is turning silver at a premature age, creating a sand-and-salt aesthetic, and his long hair is slicked back. Rather than becoming a mullet or ponytail, it instead sticks straight backward for a couple inches, giving the impression of hair streaming behind someone who's running. Muddled brownish-green eyes peer out from a face defined by angular features, with a slightly cleft chin, no dimples, and attached earlobes. He tends to dress formally and extravagantly, as is evident in his favorite attire: a royal blue suit with a black undershirt and white tie. His socks, shoes, and gloves are also black. Though he owns a porkpie hat, he doesn't wear it often.

Backstory: From an early age, Vinnie fit the bill of a perfect child, considerate to others and obedient to his parents. Even with strangers he used the utmost politeness, seemingly always happy to go out of his way to help others. Beneath that image lay two great pressures, however: insecurity and pride. Feeling worthless, weak, and dumb, he would constantly seek the approval of others by doing things for them. Be it in money or praise, Vinnie loved getting paid. To Vinnie, having someone else be disappointed in him was the worst feeling he could imagine. Doing well at whatever he chose to do, meanwhile, stoked Vinnie's pride. For all of his hard work helping others he developed a secret, quiet ego, which made him feel superior to others. This pride could never quite escape the clutches of insecurity, however, and to prove to himself -as well as others- that he wasn't a smug, overinflated scumbag after all, the cycle would begin anew. He was, in short, a perfectionist.

He joined the Boy Scouts, though ultimately quit due to a distaste for the outdoors and took to helping in his father's business instead. During this time, a period of hardship in his previously wealthy family served to convince him that money was the true medium of gratitude and the measure of one's talent. After high school, he worked for about a year in a restaurant, cultivating the image of a modern-day butler, before going to college. Thanks to his scores on several key tests in years past, he earned several awards that prevented him from having to take student loans. It was during college, however, that something extraordinary happened. His university became divided thanks to a few isolated incidents of violence and the eager baiting of the school paper exacerbating the conflict. One evening, on the way back from a special lecture, Vinnie spotted a local hooligan crouched over the still body of a fellow student. Despite his efforts to convince the vagrant to leave him alone, Vinnie was confronted with a bloody knife and forced to run. He ran into a bathroom hoping to hide, but the other man followed him in. Barely escaping by crawling under a stall, he turned to run with the killer on his heels, only to realize that his enemy hadn't followed. Vinnie heard a wail from inside the bathroom and returned, but ended up freezing in fear himself. In front of the killer's stall, blocking the door, stood a monster in a butler's uniform. Quaking in fear, he watched the wheezing, nightmarish creature turn his way and stare at him without eyes before turning back to the stall. Vinnie ran, leaving the scene behind, and unbeknownst to him his newly-manifested Stand kept the killer trapped in the stall for 8 hours before someone else turned up and caused it to vanish, after which the blubbering vagrant was begging to confess.

Things like this kept happening over the years after. Vinnie, having moved to Angel Springs and gained employment as an office worker, became convinced that he was being haunted by an evil spirit. The thing only appeared to terrorize people he resented or feared, and he quickly learned that nobody else could see it. He remained somewhat of a social pariah, convinced that nobody else could understand him so long as he alone knew of Back Door Man. Recently, he has fallen head over heels in love with a charismatic barmaid named Alice Benning, though he's absolutely sure that she won't like him until he gets lots of money.

Likes: All kinds of drinks, being useful, anticipating the thoughts and wants of others, proving himself more capable than others, puns, playing support in games, discretion, getting paid

Dislikes: Large breakfasts, the cold, inane chatter, not knowing what to do, disappointing others, being outdone, anti-jokes, overly-entitled deviants, people who instalock high-skill characters in games, hedonism, not getting paid

Powers: Stand (Back Door Man)

Destructive Power: E
Speed: E
Range: A
Durability: A
Precision: E
Development Potential: C

Back Door Man - a humanoid special-type stand that appears as a 7-foot tall man in a butler's outfit. Rather than a normal head, however, he has an egg-shaped, fleshy, wrinkled mass with only one discernable feature: an enormous human mouth, with grimy, neglected teeth, which covers the whole face. Back Door Man's power is to materialize behind any closed or partially closed door, hatch, or other entryway barrier opposite a sentient observer, chosen by unknown means, and position itself in such a way that no more than 20% of its body is showing. It is capable of creating fog or frost effects on glass to accomplish this if necessary. Any attempt by an observer to open or pass through the entryway results in an immediate, paralyzing fear that lasts until Back Door Man disappears. This fear, which like arachnophobia is a natural terror hardwired into the genome, completely prevents passageway through the door, including attempts to break through or attack the stand. If the stand is approached from a direction in which there is not a solid object or door breaking line of sight, it will dematerialize before direct visual contact is made. The stand itself is not a direct combatant, nor can the user control it to any degree greater than giving it its target, but it is visible to its victims.

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Hmm? Red and Cereza are currently brainstorming how to get inside the castle town.

@Kafka Komedy

Oh, I must have misread. In that case, it would make sense for Birdie to interact with the two of them in some respect. Are they just standing in front of the moat, or are they off to the side where Birdie might not see them?

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Pulling the bridge down with chains isn't what I had in mind. He might not be as nimble as Bayonetta or Red, who also got inside the town despite the drawbridge being up, but he has his ways.

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I really hate to do this to you cause that post was quite well written but Castle Town has one entrance, the drawbridge which is currently closed as it is night time.

Also the Stalchildren wouldn't come into the town but that's of less concern.

@Prince of Seraphs

Dang. I don't think that's a single post so far I haven't messed up. Well, Birdie's not above a little manual labor...

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Henry

As shocked as she seemed a moment ago, the new arrival recovered quickly. Her ‘name’ tickled Henry’s funnybone. ”Ahah…really? Like the treat? What awful luck! If only there was a curse to change names…” While he didn’t recognize the place she mentioned -at least, he assumed it to be a place- he felt he got the gist of what she was trying to say. Unfortunately, he expected her to continue talking, but she went quiet. His extremely narrow-eyed gaze shifted to her instrument, which aroused his curiosity. In only a few moments the dark mage then lost interest and settled for thinking of it as some strange form of lute. ”That’s two strikes for you lot,” he cheerily replied when she questioned the location of Plegia. ”Never heard of those places either. The continent Plegia’s in doesn’t have a name. Maybe once it’s united it’ll land one…get it?” Henry scanned the others’ faces for appreciation of his humor.

With an indifferent shrug the Plegian agreed to Denys’ plan to find a local. He got the message quickly and strolled after the Kaiser, hands clasped in front of him and the tome tucked beneath an arm. The next question didn’t faze him at all, and Henry replied with a straight face, ”Days, months, years…doesn’t matter to me. I’m just around to enjoy life! Ooh, especially taking it. I miss my ravens…” A sudden change in topic as well as mood came over him, and he leaned on one of the tables as he passed. Wistfully he stared at the ground, though to the others it could very well appear that he just lowered his head with his eyes closed in grief. As if someone flipped a switch, however, he snapped back to life the next second. ”Anyway! I’m totally down for talking up some of the locals. If they don’t want to talk, even better! Though maybe you’d be better off leading.” His brows furrowed momentarily as he sauntered after Denys. ”So what’s your thing, Denys? I betcha got more up your sleeve than passive heals.”

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Birdie

Before Birdie could escape into the possible safety of the little city before him, one obstacle stood in his way. He stood in front of the moat, staring at the upraised drawbridge, and came to the decision that the best option would be to pull it down with his chains. Brashly he estimated this feet to be doable with his strength, but after whirling his chains and snagging those of the drawbridge, he discovered very quickly that the thing would not be budged. Whether the problem was the drawbridge's weight or some sort of lock on its chains, Birdie honestly couldn't say, but he grimaced to think that he could spend all night tugging and still not move it an inch. Another idea struck him a few seconds later, though one decidedly less good. Taking a deep breath, the ex-Shadaloo tested his chains' grip before leaping off the precipice to dangle precariously in midair. While the force might have pulled the arms off of a lesser man, Birdie's thick, muscular arms bore the stress, and with an upper body strength only describable as startling he hauled himself up foot by foot until he could clamber onto the ramparts. There he sat, wheezing badly, for a few minutes. Eventually, though, he descended back to ground level.

Once inside Castle Town, Birdie quickly became aware that he might have made a bad choice. Sections of the place seemed, for lack of a better term, wrong. An intact main street lured him into a false sense of security, but when he dodged into a sidestreet to evade a small troupe of stalchildren, he was shocked to find himself on the brink of what looked to be a warzone. On the edge of normality there lay just about an inch of blurred fuzziness, and after that loomed a section of town completely destroyed. When Birdie turned his eyes on the sky, he was baffled to see the night sky directly above but an ominous purple haze through the distorted zone. Scared but curious, the huge man leaned over and grabbed a pot that stood on the cobblestones a few feet away before tossing it into the other world. It crashed against the ruined ground noisily but ordinarily, with no trace of any kind of trap or malignant effect. Furthermore, Birdie espied some sort of glinting green jewel in the wrecked shards of the pot. Grinning widely at his good fortune, he gingerly crossed the line and bent down. After snagging the gem, he quickly retreated back to the un-damaged zone to study his find.

As tall as his middle finger and about half as thick as it was tall, the precious stone gleamed beautifully. Figuring that it must be emerald or something similar, Birdie almost salivated to imagine how rich it would make him. With that kind of money, he fondly thought, he wouldn’t have to work for months! The truth that he was already unemployed didn’t concern him too much. Still, this bizarre divide and the somewhat nightmarish version of the town on the other side creeped him out, and Birdie left after only a few more moments. Luckily the main street seemed clear of skeletons, though a couple shattered bones lay here and there, and the freeloader made his way deeper into town. In doing this he unknowingly gained on Red and Bayonetta, courtesy of a naturally longer stride.

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

Step by step, the land changed. In earlier ages, the plants grew from sand and creatures lived because the ground had been watered by the rancid, necrotic drippings of a being cursed by magnificent powers of creation to decompose, regrow, and decompose again. Perhaps that sorrowful fate incorporated some small measure of mercy in the sense that a creature with no sanity to shatter and no wits to waste suffered it, and not some other being. None could pine about those tragic days, though, even if anyone remembered it, for they were days gone. Now, a different being walked the earth. The passing of winter meant that new leaves would grow, and in essence spring had come to a certain spirit. When Slough's wooden hooves touched the earth, there came not rot, but light. From the threadlike cracks in its bark skin drizzled a shimmering sap—a smooth, sticky fluid that, like a crystal, captured a glorious radiance. When it fell to earth, plants sprang up, and animals appeared without the use of malodorous spawning sacs. The variety of these animals did not bear comparison with that of the creatures of the previous eras. So many were their species and subspecies that no encyclopedia could chronicle each one. As such, the land over which Slough passed flourished. Could this be because of the Greater Life Wisps that constantly followed it courtesy of Niciel's Orb of Life? There seemed to be no shortage of miracles nowadays.

Slough did not simply walk though. The once-ghoul of the Deepwood ran from the place in the north where it awoke, headed swiftly and steadily southwest. Over snowy taiga and enormous grasslands it ran, ignorant to or indifferent of the bounty of life that thrived in its wake. It encountered mountains where demihuman beings dwelled and crossed them, unperturbed by the place's denizens. In time, the residents of that range would think of the wooden creature's pilgrimage as a blessing, for the hardy trees and plentiful game that arose on the path it took would benefit their lives. No matter the tongue, this trail of life became known simply as 'the Streak'. Of course, Slough did not pause even for a single day in its tireless and mysterious trek. After the mountains came a new, treacherous place: a steamy jungle, suffused with poison and mutagenic, toxic pools.

In here, the life-deer finally slowed its pace. With caution it navigated the tangle of trees, vines, and briars. When it encountered a creature it felt no obligation to contend with, it simply stood still, and in that moment became less of a tree-garbed animal and more of an animal-shaped tree. Before long the beasts in question would move on, and the journey would resume. Slough took special care not to step into any of the Venomweald's infamous pools. Ultimately, though, no amount of patience and deliberation forestalled the arrival of a certain despicable thing.

As Slough came to the top of a little mound in the jungle, where a rocky deposit prevented the growth of trees, the earth began to shake. It watched small animals leaping from tree to tree or scampering along the ground in an attempt to flee from the source of the ominous vibrations, but Slough did not move. A huge, dark shape, like a loaded stormcloud hinted at by thunder, could be glimpsed through the trees. At last, with a great crash, the Venomweald Writhe appeared before its prey, trees bent like matchsticks beneath its awesome bulk.

Fleshy tendrils of plantmatter extended toward the life-deer, eager to snare and crush. Slough, however, remained unmoved. With an air of tranquility it turned its head so that the right side faced the Writhe, and inside the socket the white light burned. It smouldered with malice and mercy; the memories of death, rebirth, and a terrible curse radiated from that twisted soul. Faced with this, the Writhe, though eyeless, saw something profound. Though its tiny, primal mind could not comprehend what visions washed over it, its very existence became suffused by knowledge of what was, what is, and what should be.

In this manner, Slough helped the Venomweald Writhe remember what an indescribable something made it forget.

What is the Great One's will return to It.

Instantly, it slumped over. One could tell by looking at it that its life hadn't been extinguished, though it might have just as well been for how much it moved. Still, after a few moments, its great flowerbud mouth squirmed, and a precious thing escaped from its vile, massive prison. A multicolored soul, small in size but vast in legacy drifted toward the life-deer. Its light, bright white at the center but with a prismatic corona of green, red, blue, and yellow, suggested the sun.

The soul of the sovereign of seasons.

Slough opened its mouth, and the soul flitted in between the root spikes to disappear down its throat. It did not change or fade away, but remained inside for safekeeping. Seemingly satisfied, Slough took one last look at the lifeless plantmass, turned, and began to walk away. The pull toward a point in the sky strained harder than ever, but before the call could be heeded, there was work to be done.

Slough, Requisitioner

-The manner in which Slough creates life has changed as a result of alterations to its being. Similarly, these changes have steeped it in strength, leveling it up twice.
-In its journey, Slough traverses the Rovaick Mountains (or as best I can place them, since they're not on the map) and brings them wildlife.
-After arriving in the Venomweald, Slough restores the soul of the Venomweald Writhe, then takes it.
-Now Slough is bound for parts unknown! Whatever could she be after?

16 Might spent of two levels
1 FP spent to restore the Soul of Seasons' Sovereign
22 Might remaining
2 FP remaining

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lugubrious The survivors have all gone with Jack. They're waiting by the elevator already - or should be - while Cian and Lauren wait for the battery to get there so they can retrieve Luke. The whole point of zapping the poor guy was so that the lift would have enough temporary power to take the survivors up along with Jack and then let the rest of the students go up once the battery was installed. They're not all in one group.

From the looks of the post it implied that they had kinda stuck around to watch Luke get barbecued which isn't really the case.

@Plank Sinatra

Ah, my mistake.

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

Before I begin, can anyone tell me what souls were taken and used? I believe that Arguis' soul was taken by Vestec, right?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Brewing Storm

@krayzikk@sho minazuki@herecomesthesnow@kaithas@plank Sinatra@suku@narayank

The heroic efforts of Benjamin saved him from an early death and even scored a few hits against the manticore before Goodwitch's spell made an impact. For the moment, the monstrous creature hesitated, its attention torn between the vulnerable target before it and the potentially dangerous one above. A peppering of lightning blasts from the hunter-in-training successfully prevented it from recuperating its focus. Finally, the creature made up its mind and pounced onto the building, ready to eviscerate the vulnerable human with terrifying claws.

At that moment a pillar of purple light crashed down into its back, like an wrathful beacon from heaven. The accompanying sound, which would be oddly sonorous were it not painfully loud, resounded throughout the whole complex. Awash in pain, the supposedly intelligent beast bellowed and changed targets, now fixed on annihilating whatever hurt it so badly. Despite the magnitude of Goodwitch's smite, however, the monster's motor functions did not seem conveniently impaired. Weirdly like a housecat begging for food, the gargantuan creature reared up onto its hind legs to try and swat the airship from the sky. Fortunately, the professor had not been so careless as to have her vehicle hover in clawing range, even if she expected her adversary to retreat. Its unexpected blind aggression, completely at odds with the bestial cunning shown earlier, elicited from Goodwitch an unappreciative frown. “Well, this makes it easy.” After a few words to the pilot in a raised tone, the airship began to move. It floated away from the distillery and over the marsh, discharging a hail of magic arrows every few seconds, and the Manticore ran after it. “We've got its attention. There's a chance of it jumping for us but as long as we keep moving it can't get a bead on us. Get everyone out of the building and into the distillery's courtyard, pronto!”

On the first floor, Ivor stood grimly, his former wry smile replaced by businesslike calm. One of his colleagues had revived, though still in an unpleasant condition, and between them they held the third man on their shoulders. They awaited the signal from Sangue, which she in turn would be receiving from Benjamin following his reception of Goodwitch's command. Down a short hall lay the open door to the distillery courtyard, the afternoon light a vision of hope but also one of peril as long as the manticore lurked nearby.

-meanwhile-

The survivors hung back, collectively quiet, during the dialogue between Lucas and Lauren. Knowing how far their lives lay on the line, they trusted their rescuers to do the right thing, and to tell them what to do quickly and succinctly when it was time to move. More than one of them worried that the stunt that Lauren planned would incapacitate if not kill Lucas, though. Soon enough, the preparations were complete -even if sending an ultra-casual video via phone seemed a little frivolous- and then the happening that could only be described as an experiment of fortitude began.

Electricity surged through Lucas, a ceaseless stream of pain that tore away his control over his body and then tried to tear away his mind. Without the regeneration of his semblance and the protection afforded by his aura, this act would have been suicidal self-sacrifice beyond the shadow of a doubt. Were they around, the survivors would be truly worried that he would not pull through. Yet the young hunter did not die, and the agonizing power flowing through him served its purpose.

Obligingly the dumbwaiter began to move. At first only creaks and groans heralded its migration, which were scarcely audible over Lucas' cries, but before long the device appeared from the chute. Inside lay a power cell, ripe for the taking. With it close at hand, the generator and then the lift would shortly follow—but at this instant, the hunter team needed to undo their setup and save Lucas before the current overwhelmed him. At the same time, the survivors had vanished up the vehicle bay lift, and would soon be on the surface.