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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.

Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.

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Tora & Poppi

Level 8 Tora (20/80) and Level 7 Poppi (66/70)
Location: Sandswept Sky – Shadow of Vah Naboris
Primrose's @Yankee, Fox's @Dawnrider, Sectonia's @Archmage MC Midna's @DracoLunaris
Word Count: 517




With the Master of Masters' advice in mind, Primrose collected the spirits of the fallen warriors and offered them to any willing takers. She scarcely needed to tell the gathered heroes that fusing with the feral monster might not be a good idea, and the collective opinion more than concurred with her. Given the changes absorption could manifest in a person, Poppi couldn't particularly fault anyone for not wanting to merge period. As nice as hitching a ride across the desert on this titanic camel sounded, it wasn't strictly necessary. Still, she felt some relief when Midna floated up to accept the spirit, noting with a sideways glance that Tora's excitement only seemed to mount. All eyes lay on the imp as she prepared to take in Urbosa's spirit, which she used to caution the others about someone called Ganondorf—a powerful enemy, Poppi supposed, although their mission made facing powerful enemies not just an eventuality but a necessity. After saying her piece, Midna began the fusion, vanishing and reshaping in a shower of multicolored light. Even though the light, however, all could see her shooting upward in height



Soon after the fusion completed, leaving Tora utterly agape and Poppi utterly unamused, Skull approached from the direction of the forward window. “Hey, boss!” He waved to get Joker's attention, as well as that of the other heroes. “I went up to take a look around, and you won't believe what I saw. There's a pyramid!”

Joker's gaze fixed on him. “Show me.”

A few moments later the two thieves stood on the neck of Vah Naboris, gazing across the vast and trackless desert. It took a moment to find the pyramid, but Skull directed the attention of his compatriots at what could only have been the shimmer of an oasis. “There, just on the other side of the water! It's gotta be hers, right?”

Crossing his arms, Joker squinted to get a better look. “Could be. It's not a serious detour from the way to the mountain either. Couldn't hurt to check.” Hopefully Midna agreed, and would use her newfound link to the divine beast to direct the team there.

Tora, meanwhile, had waddled over to Primrose. He jumped up and down in front of her. “Only catch small glimpse, but Tora saw friend Primrose dance, right? Was amazing, meh! Sort of like friend Din, but with whole different flair. Dancers wonderful for adventure, both lift spirits in fight and out! Tora very happy to have wonderpon Primrose along!”

He then reached out for the other spirit. “Oh, and can Tora have this, meh? Was hoping it maybe give weapon chip for Drill Shield.” Since nobody else seemed to want it, she could scarcely keep it for herself, and Tora shattered it eagerly. From the resulting flash came exactly what he hoped for—a little core chip that shone with either. Once Poppi switched to her Alpha form, he plugged it into the Drill Shield, and the weapon transformed from a hodgepodge of wood and iron into a metal shield of intricate design. “Ooh, this can really do work!”



Lakeside

@ONL


“Mission begins in thirty seconds!”

The no-nonsense voice of the administrator rang out across the battlefield for the umpteenth time, precluding the beginning of another brawl. With a sigh, a mace-wielding Knight laid his gauntlet-clad hand against the orange gate barring the exit. From here neither he nor anyone else could see much but weathered stone walls and pillars, but just a few turns and a handful of steps beyond lay the fortification overlooking the obelisk-profuse ruins that formed the battlefield over which the factions contended. Every day the mercenaries of Builders League United fought those of Reliable Excavation Demolition in a furious and bloody struggle, to which there seemed to be definitive end. The soldiers fighting on the frontlines couldn't so much as remember the world beyond the chain-link fences and ancient structures, although supposedly the two organizations squared off in countless other turf wars across the world. Neither could anybody accurately describe the conditions that defined one faction's victory. Personally, the knight bet on it being ten straight victories for either team, but even that nebulous goal seemed forever out of reach. It was an eternal stalemate.

And the knight, and all those he fought alongside or against, were glad. Fighting was what they lived for.

“Smell that?” he asked in a gruff voice. He turned around to face his teammates, the Heavy and the Spartan. “Smells like victory. We're getting this round for sure!” Going quiet, he looked around. “Where's the Medic?”

“Changing weapons,” the Spartan told him. “Wants to try that crossbow thing again.”

“Ugh, not that thing. He never hits any of us.” Shouldering a sniper rifle, the Infiltrator joined them. Behind him followed the Raider, his vicious dane axe sharpened and ready. “If he just kept the syringe gun he wouldn't be tempted to use the crossbow instead of the beam for healing.”

“It works well enough,” the Knight argued. “Better than any crossbows where I'm from. Reloads quick, shoots straight and far, and mends my wounds through armor!”

The Spartan nudged him. “But you'd still prefer the beam, right?”

After a moment, the Knight coughed. “Hm. Yes.”

The undeniable voice of the Administrator cut through the banter. “Three, two, one! Fight to the death!”

Like clockwork the gates flew open, and the mercenaries burst forward. The Spartan sprinted ahead, followed by the Cunning as she mounted a horse. In squid form, the Inkling went after them. Disappearing from view, the Infiltrator made for a vantage point atop the fortifications. That left the Knight, the Raider, the Priestess, and the Heavy to charge for the front lines. “Come on, fat man!” the old Knight practically sang. “Last one to crack a BLU's head pays for the first round!”

Edge of the Blue – Limsa Lominscuttle Town

Ace Cadet's @Yankee, Sakura's @Zoey Boey, Link's @Gentlemanvaultboy, Junior and Kamek's @DracoLunaris, Hat Kid's @Dawnrider, Geralt's @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Isabelle's @Eviledd1984


After a short conference everyone was up to date on Peach's finding from her meeting with the Admiral. The general consensus confirmed her assumption: the members of Blue Team would much rather strike out on their own, wielding their own strength against whatever odds, than gamble on the robed stranger's plan and the ominous Maw. “No need to call me 'Your Majesty'.” She told Sakura, suppressing a smile. Even the old princess never leaned much on formality, and she certainly didn't plan to start now. But this girl seemed nothing if not earnest. “Just 'Peach' is fine. As for an airship...” She watched Hat Kid zoom away, leaping and scooting across the veritable platforming heaven that Limsa's seastacks, bridges, and rigging provided. “We're not just going to get an airship and more than we're going to get a boat, and I'd doubt that we have the purchasing power to gain one, if they're even for sale. We would need to rely on the cooperation of whomever will sell us their service.” She tapped a finger against her chip thoughtfully. “Given that our destination is unknown and on the other side of a stretch of monster-infested ocean universally shunned and feared by the citizenry, cooperation may be too expensive to buy.”

She watched a late ship girl run by on the way to the marina, her rigging in disarray. Remembering how easily her kind sped across the surface of the water, a thought entered her head, but she shook it out immediately. Even if it weren't morally bankrupt, it would be extremely dangerous. Her mind turned to the Admiral's challenge. “I suppose the question is what exactly it means to solve the problem of the Abyssal Fleet. The navy here seems able to destroy its vessels, but the Admiral mentioned the same enemies returning again and again, although not immediately, since that would make the war far more hopeless than those girls looked. If enemies never stopped spawning, the same ones wouldn't appear over and over.” She felt close to a revelation, but couldn't quite flush it out. Unable to contribute further, she consented to visiting the airship landing.

The highest stack in Limsa loomed over the whole city, but it couldn't be said to be large. Instead of a hangar it struck Peach as more of a dock, with the tower itself like the middle of a flower and the landing pads arranged around it like petals. The middle area housed the attendants' counters and seating, as well as a small staircase leading to Sky's Hatchery on a layer above, from which the cries and squawks of birds issued forth. While the others got busy looking around or making their own inquiries, Peach approached the main counter. “Hey. Would it be possible to fly over the Bottomless Sea?”

Looking at Peach like she was crazy, the man snickered. “Hah, sure.” It took a moment for him to realize she was serious. “Oh...you're not kidding? Well, uh, no way. Even if it's not storming, that place is crazy dangerous. These airships are for transport, not combat, and it doesn't take a lot to drop them. Plus, they're always busy hauling freight. Nobody's stiffing the merchants to risk their necks. Unless you're some crazy-rich queen or something.”

Frowning, Peach half-turned away. “Well, not a queen, but you ought to see my...treasury...” Her eyes went wide. “Oh. Oh! Damn, I'm stupid.” She ignored the worker's look and turned to face Link. “I forgot about the treasury in my castle! It's got everything Mario's collected in years and years. We might have enough gold to get our own ship, after all.”

She hurried to gather the others. “I've got tons of money in my castle. If we can get it here, we can probably buy a vessel. It wounds like the airships aren't combat-worthy, but maybe they've got a ship or two lying around after the navy came to be. At the very least Brineybeard might give us Shippy if we set him up for life.” She held up her hands. “So that means we need some people to go to my castle, and the rest to try and find a vessel that's for sale and suits our needs. Then we either solve the Abyssal Fleet problem to get the Admiral's help, or go straight for the Bottomless Sea ourselves. Sound good?” Her eyebrows fell. “...Of course, the portal to Lumbridge is back on that Inky..uh, Inkwell Isle. So getting back might be tough. And getting the gold here. Damn, if we could just zoom over the water like those girls...” Cursing inwardly as well as outwardly, she regretted thinking aloud. She didn't want the thought to gnaw at anyone else.

Dead Zone – Hell-bent City

Blazermate's @Archmage MC, Banjo & Kazooie's @Dawnrider, Linkle's @Gentlemanvaultboy, Bowser's @DracoLunaris Doom Slayer's @Eviledd1984


After a brief but furious struggle, Nightmare timed out, leaving the Slayer the victor but markedly worse for wear. Nobody needed to say it; now was the time to set him free. Dante watched as Blazermate boosted forward, pulling from her core another warmly glowing heart of pink energy. She slammed it into the fatigued Doom Slayer with all the force she could muster, and he took to it like a fish out of water. The ashes clinging to his armor drifted away like dust in the wind, and his bloodlust evaporated like morning dew. Within his helmet, the sunset-red light of Galeem's influence faded, leaving a still-scary but no-longer-corrupted face. Dante stroked her hairless chin and gave a sagely nod. “Hmm, yes, I think I see...!”

She stumbled as V pushed past her, his cane clenched in his hand. With a deadly serious face he called forth both Shadow and Griffon, heading straight for the Slayer. Though just for a moment, the legendary devil hunter got a look at his eyes, and identified the same malignant luster that she saw glowing inside the Slayer's helmet only moments ago. “He's on his last legs,” V observed coolly. “Now we may end this menace for good.”

“Hold up, champ!” Dante called, stepping forward and clapping a hand on V's shoulder. The mysterious one whirled on her, his cane poised to strike. Putting a hand to her chest, Dante emulated the motion shed seen both Bowser and Blazermate perform before, and without the slightest issue manifested a Friend Heart. “Here, this one's on me.” Before the man could strike her she slapped the heart right into him. Hard.

To the tune of a meaty smack V just about fell over, clutching his cheek. “Gah...in what furnace was thy brain?!” Yet when he glared at Dante, his eyes held no worrisome light, and his familiars made their way to his side. Griffon glanced at Dante briefly, thinking about making a witty remark or threat, but thought better of it. She shrugged, and V shook himself off before standing up straight. “Well, if we're quite finished wasting our collective time with useless brawls, we should rejoin the others.”

“Aw yeah!” Dante agreed, looking over the assembled fighters. “We've got a good bunch together, huh? More that can fit in that van, that's for sure. Heh, the chumps in this place won't know what hit 'em.”

A white streak shot out of the destroyed building “We're not through with you yet!' Tess howled, diving at Dante from behind. She swung her cleaver and drove it into Dante's unprotected shoulder. “Hah!”

Dante barely moved. She turned to place Sparda in the way, causing the cleaver to ricochet off the blade, then spun with a turning punch strong enough to slam Tess into the ground and pop her up. “Get...” The devil hunter leaped skyward, pulling out another Friend Heart, and raised both hands above her head. “Dunked on!” True to her word, she dunked the wraith straight to the ground, hearting her in the process. When the dust cleared, it left behind a lightly-dusted Dante and one very dizzy ghost. “Alright, hopefully that's the last one,” she declared, cheerily. “Let's boogie.”




A few minutes later, Red Team stood on the other side of the sunken rubble formerly known as the Super Gore Nest, by the half-deli. A fresh coating of ash painted the area—Nero had been busy while the others were out. Dante chowed down on the remaining third of her sandwich, it having been sitting on a table in the musty air all this time, while Nero took stock. “So...let's see. Me, Dante, V, Nadia, Raidou, Slayer, Donovan, Banjo and Kazooie, Jak and Daxter, Blazermate, Bowser, Linkle, and Tess.” He shrugged. “Well, that's just about enough people, I guess.”

Nico prodded him in the side. “Forget summan'?”

“Just saving the best for last,” Nero protested, holding his hands up. “Nico. And uh, Pandemonica too.” He glanced over at the van. “Well, we're not getting everyone in there.”

V glanced down the street, spotting movement. “It matters not, for our goal is near. The last root stands just a few blocks south. Though getting there may not be uneventful.”

“We'll just roll over 'em,” Nadia assured him. “If not with the van, with our numbers. But I call shotgun, 'kay?”

Nero watched her scamper toward the vehicle, sighing. “That's where I sit.” He turned to see a number of eyes on him. “What're you all looking at me for? He's in charge, right?” After pointing toward Bowser, he headed after his feral ally, and Nico went for the driver's seat.

After a few moments of figuring out who would be riding and who wouldn't, the Minotaurus was off.
I am sorry, but I can't see it continuing myself. I'm glad the two of you stuck around, but I'm afraid this can't be the experience we were hoping for.
@LugubriousGoodie! Yeah, still haven't decided completely on it. Working on a roster for it. But does that mean I'm accepted, and how do I best jump into the story?


You're accepted. I can PM you about getting you into the story, but the basic idea is that Heavy will join one of the three teams currently on mission. Red Team (Bowser, Blazermate, Banjo & Kazooie, Doom Slayer, and Donnie) is in the Dead Zone, a destroyed city infested with demons and zombie plagues. Yellow Team (Tora and Poppi, Midna, Sectonia, Primrose, and Fox) is in the Sandswept Sky, a massive desert. Blue Team (Ace Cadet, Bowser Jr and Kamek, Sakura, and Geralt) are in the Edge of the Blue, a coastal / aquatic region. There are also NPCs with each party. Whichever region would make the most sense for Heavy to be hanging out in (probably not the Dead Zone) is good for you to start in, and you could just have him bump into the player characters there.


Seems good to me! I assume you'll keep working at the Kindred Spirits section, since that can be changed up until the point at which one appears in the game.
@Lugubrious Hey Lugubrious! I see the RP is set to "Apply", but thought I'd ask regardless; is it still open for an ol' player from eons past? Already have the character in mind.


Yep, we're open to new players!
Kirsty Ramaswamy


While Liam went to sling his molotovs, Kirsty limped along the wall back closer to where the real nightmare began—the end of the street where the false idol and the Raven bitterly exchanged blows. For a moment Kirsty just watched, grappling with the spectacle's intimidation under the pretext of scoping out the current scenario. After all, it took only a brief moment and the most meager power of observation to understand how bad things were. Even with the bizarre Tomapoe on her side, the Raven could not hold a candle to the beautifully horrific monstrosity.

Though possessed of great alacrity and a keenly honed hunter's instinct, she commanded the false idol's full attention, and could scarcely find footing in between Shadow Kirsty's wide-ranging dark attacks to launch her own offensive. By now her sidearm constituted little more than a menacing accessory, its ammo spent. The Raven's attempts to get in close to deliver or position Tomapoe for a physical blow proved that the idol's cow legs could kick just as well as the real thing. So far those rock-hard hooves dealt her glancing blows, but one to the collarbone, ribcage, jaw or head would end the fight messily.

Liam's molotovs embroiled the shadow in flame, but just a moment of her focus rewarded him with a wave of dark energy potent enough to send him rolling across the ground, his strength spent.

And it was this terror that Kirsty intended to face, unarmed, unable to walk on her own, and utterly outmatched. Trying to actually fight her was a non-option. Yet strangely, Kirsty felt no urge to run. Her heart beat in her throat she she felt more than a little crazed, but she'd already accepted the end of the road. Her destiny, the most important thing in her life, lay before her; she felt sure that anything but facing it would leave her a hollow shell. She watched a wave of dark force plow the Raven through a number of tables, the nebulous outline her Tomapoe growing faint, and knew she had to move. The poor girl couldn't take any more. “Can you move?” She asked Liam. “I need to get over...to the fountain. Then run away.”

A few moments more and she stood against the decoration, leaning against a gargoyle bent over the water. Though hammered by the shadow's dark forest, it stood strong enough to bear her weight. Kirsty took a deep breath, then another, then bellowed at the top of her voice, “Over here, monster!”

The idol looked over, smiled, and dropped the battered Raven to fall upon a table. She hovered over, the legs of her wings outstretched in anticipation. “Ah, my lost lamb.” Her face fell, concern painted across her features. “Oh, my poor precious thing. You're hurt. Without my guidance, my subjects are a danger to themselves and all those around them.” She descended before Kirsty, allowing her split legs to touch the ground. “You understand, then, that humans need a savior? One whose grace and glory will deliver them from darkness? Whose immaculate example will inspire them to strive for beauty and goodness?”

Kirsty steadied her breathing and choked out a reply. “I won't turn away.” She stared herself in the face, and found in her nearness to destruction a rush of courage. “In a way, you've helped me realize that something was wrong. It's a messed-up analogy, but that look really hits the nail on the head. I really was like a cow, no will of my own, just getting drained by everyone around me day after day and living off whatever generosity they decided I was worth. And when I'm used up, will they care for me? Or butcher me?” She let slip a somewhat deranged chuckle at the repulsiveness of it all. “So here I am. If you eat me, the world will be better off.”

“Here you are,” the false idol repeated, nodding sagely. “In sweet surrender.” She leaned forward, her face splitting wide open to reveal a cavernous maw lined with teeth.

Kirsty gritted her own. “But maybe things can change...” she growled. “Mayble I'll eat you instead!”

With a scream she lunged forward off the fountain gargoyle, using its tail like a springboard with her good leg. Her arm shot up, a piece of a wrought-iron fence clenched in her grip like a sword. It bit into the idol's left eye, releasing a spray of black ichor, but not nearly deep enough. The monster lowed as it spasmed. “Ooooooogh! YOU! YOU VILE SLIME, YOU WRETCHED WORM! How DARE you!?” The false idol lurched forward kicked Kirsty onto her back. The girl stuffed a wad of silk into her mouth just as the idol promptly brought a hoof down on Kirsty's left elbow. She paused a moment to listen as Kirsty howled in muffled agony. “Like that? You've chosen suffering, after all. Faced with my mercy, and you choose torment? The INGRATITUDE!” She brought down her hoof again and again, destroying flesh and bone, until Kirsty's forearm lay lifeless on the pavement. “Now, my precious, let us try again. Even after your blasphemy, I will still grant you mercy. The blessing of becoming a part of me!”

”Stuff it already, you twat!” came an enraged shout from behind the idol. Before she could react, the Raven landed on her back between her wings. ”Tomapoe!” Her Persona appeared and slammed its foot down on the shadow's neck. Kirsty, tears streaming across her face, pulled her right arm out from beneath her, the Raven's knife in hand, and thrust it upward. Its blade sank into the monster's lowered face. A hideous cry resounded, but the Raven wasted no time drinking it in, instead bidding her partner stomp down on the false idol's head again and again, burying the knife deeper. With a final stomp the aberration shuddered, then plopped down and dissolved into darkness. When it faded, two wounded Kirstys lay on the ground side by side, one ordinary but missing a forearm and the other draped in a tattered dress.

Whether or not the original could hear her made no difference to the shadow. As her form dissolved, returning to darkness bit by bit, she gave a pronounced hmph. “For all your insolence...you will never...be rid of me. I'll be watching...from the mirror.”

With that, the doppelganger was gone. The last of Kirsty's strength burnt away and she blacked out.
Tora & Poppi

Level 8 Tora (19/80) and Level 7 Poppi (65/70)
Location: Sandswept Sky – Shadow of Vah Naboris
Primrose's @Yankee, Fox's @Dawnrider, Sectonia's @Archmage MC Midna's @DracoLunaris
Word Count:


Paws drumed against stone in a rapid rhythm and then all at once silence reigned as the Wolfos lept, Midna grinning a vicious grin as it cleared the boat struck warrioress’ defences this time. Claws stabbed into fabric and flesh, anchoring the predator in place for just long enough for its bestial muzzle to dart forwards and sink its fangs into Ubosa’s throat. Then, with a wrench of its jaw, the shadow beast ripped out her jugular, causing a spray of blood that quickly turned to ash and dust as the quick death ended the gerudo champion’s life for a second time.  

With a yelp, the wolfos fell through the place where Urbosa had stood only moments ago, paws scrambling and landing poorly on the floor of the chamber as its own actions ripped its support from beneath it. It bounded away instinctively but there was nothing left but the spirit of a warrior slowly drifting to the ground. But it wasn't over yet.

Midna’s eyes immediately locked onto Thunderblight as it howled, then dove back into the fray with wild swings. Spurred into action by his new friend's success, Tora threw himself at the threat, and behind him dashed Poppi, recovered enough to fight thanks to the others' efforts. For some reason the death of Urbosa threw the monster intro a frenzy, but it now found itself severely outnumbered. No matter where it blitzed to, an enemy waited for it; together, Sectonia, Tora and Poppi, Primrose, and Fox hemmed it in on all sides. It didn't take long for one to land a decisive strike and knock Thunderblight down.

As it tumbled across the floor, Mona made his move. With a huge grin he bounded forward, his own scimitar in hand. “Make way! The Thieves will end this with style!” At his prompting, Joker, Skull, and Panther leaped into the air. A shattering noise ran out as the air itself in a wide radius seemed to break like glass, staining the space carmine red. Inside the Phantom Thieves moved like lighting, striking Thunderblight again and again in a blur of shadows. Finally a shape cut through the anomaly, a big chair plopping down and spinning toward the onlookers to reveal Mona sitting with a cigar, his legs crossed and his grin devious.

“And that's curtains!”

Thunderblight exploded in a shower of corrupted blood, leaving only its spirit behind.

A moment of silence passed, with the Thieves regrouping, before Tora broke the silence with a loud exhale. “Wheeeeew! That tough fight to have all of sudden, meh!”

Poppi nodded sagely. “But thanks to friends, everyone is okay, and now giant beast machine is ours.”

Her words made Tora's face light up, and he bounced up and down despite his wounds and fatigue. “Wait one second! Tora just have wonderful idea!”

Mona jumped down beside him, his eyes big wide hype. “You thinking what I'm thinking!?”

“We use beast machine to cross desert!” The Nopon sang.

“Aw, yeah!” Mona hopped up to high-five Tora. “That means no more sandy wheels, no blazing sun. We can chill out while this thing takes us to the mountain!” He put his paws on his hips, looking around more for the others' praise than approval. But it didn't take long for him to realize something. “Uh, trouble is, I don't know how to make it go. And I think we just wasted the only one who did.” He glanced at the Urbosa spirit, floating innocuously near Midna.

Edge of the Blue – Limsa Lominscuttle Town

Ace Cadet's @Yankee, Sakura's @Zoey Boey, Link's @Gentlemanvaultboy, Junior and Kamek's @DracoLunaris, Hat Kid's @Dawnrider, Geralt's @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Isabelle's @Eviledd1984


While most of Blue Team occupied itself with the sights, smells, and charms of Hawkers' Alley, Peach moved ahead through the aetheryte plaza. An entire team wouldn't be necessary to lay out the situation to the Admiral, after all, so if she could forge ahead and take care of that, her party's time would be that much better spent. She did pause a brief moment in the plaza itself to watch the entrancing dancer at work. Seeing her plying her trade reminded her of Din, making her wonder if this girl shared the same supportive talents as her ally, and then whether or not Din found her way to Alcamoth. Hopefully the mercenaries visited Lumbridge, given that both capable hands from 1-1 and the Dead Zone found refuge there. Peach left the plaza behind without bothering the half-genie dancer, though she did leave a few gil in her pot. Link accompanied her, quite used to serving as a princess' bodyguard, and anyone already done with their shopping could do the same.

Once in the Bulwark Hall, a quick conversation with the lift attendant informed her that the Admiral happened to be out, evidently preparing for a sortie against 'the enemy'. Ominous nomenclature aside, that meant Merlwyb seemed to be the sort of commander to lead from the front lines, a trait she and Peach shared. After getting directions Peach set out in search of the main harbor, but she underestimated the tricky layout of the city and got lost. A talent for jumping meant that she could find paths where others couldn't, however, and the sight of magnificent sails allowed her to home in on her destination. She arrived at the harbor to see the former shipyard converted almost wholesale into an outdoor armory. Everywhere she looked, ship girls were attending to their apparel and equipment, performing checks, making repairs, and stocking up. They presented a lot of variety, yet at the same time, not that much variety at all. Something subtly unsettling gnawed at her about seeing so many pretty girls in the same place, like some deranged weirdo had gone to great lengths to collect them. When she saw the Admiral, however, she couldn't see her as anything but the utmost professional.

The towering Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn cut an imposing figure. A sheer black coat sharply contrasted her moon-white skin, and her expression and mannerisms smacked of austerity and strength both. She issued orders sharply, with Peach getting the impression she hold the ship girls to a much higher standard than they were accustomed to, and she did so from the prow of the only ship docked here, impressive as it was. Peach swallowed her hesitation and approached, waving. “Ahoy!”

Ever perceptive, Merlwyb spotted the stranger and narrowed her eyes. “And you are?”

“Peach. Princess Peach.” The half-biker figured that she should lean on her authority to be worth this admiral's time. “I rule the One-One region, east of here. My crew and I are on a vital mission to defeat the bosses of each region.”

A small crowd of ship girls had gathered around, interested. After a moment, Merlwyb raised one eyebrow. “I see?”

Picking up steam, Peach nodded officiously and crossed her arms. “That's right. A scout has informed me that our target lurks beyond the Bottomless Sea. To get there we plan to stow away on the Maw. We were hoping you might be able to help in some way.”

A round of whispers went up among the navy, and Merlwyb gave a fearsome scowl. “You must either be wasting my time with a poor jest, or not realizing what you're saying. The Maw isn't some pleasure boat. It's a nightmare given form. You'd have better chances sailing through the storm on Raven's Cry here, but be you princess or pauper, I cannot squander my resources on the whim of one I neither know nor trust.”

Peach took that in wearing a thoughtful frown. “Is there anything we can do to earn your trust?”

“Hah!” The Admiral snorted. “Like trust is something you can earn by doing chores!” She crossed her own arms, glancing across the assembled ships. “Although, you could count me grateful if you found a way to deal with Abyssal Fleet for good. No matter how many vessels we sink, the same ships rise again and again to threaten our home.” The ships nodded, their collective expression grave. No matter what they looked like, after all, these ships shared a singular purpose: warfare. Yet despite the rigging hanging off them, they were hardly machines. A never-ending battle, with peace eternally under siege, sounded like hell to Peach. Merlwyb nodded. “Yes, very well. It's a tall order, but so is your desire. Solve the puzzle of the Abyssal Fleet and we'll give you all the support you need. Or if you're serious about this damned Maw business, go find Mimic. He's studied the thing. Now if you don't mind, we have business to attend to.”

Peach and Link left the harbor with much to think about, heading back toward the Bulwark Hall to meet up with the others and relay their findings.

Dead Zone – Hell-bent City

Blazermate's @Archmage MC, Banjo & Kazooie's @Dawnrider, Linkle's @Gentlemanvaultboy, Bowser's @DracoLunaris Doom Slayer's @Eviledd1984




It took a moment for Dante to steady herself, but for all her wounds she appeared to be in decent shape. She looked around at the heroes, fully cognizant of their fight moments ago, and stroked her chin as she thought. “Well, I can't say why I started the fight with you all, but I appreciate ya obliging me. Nothing gets the blood pumping like a good brawl, huh?”



For a few intense moments V had been working to wrap his head around what just happened. Bowser manifested some sort of heart-shaped energy that went completely against his character before applying it to Dante, instantly defusing the situation. Whatever possessed her to embroil the heroes in a senseless fight to the death had taken its leave. Some sort of curse, maybe? But why not lead with that, then? Judging by what Blazermate said, perhaps there existed some sort of damage threshold before it would work. Or maybe Bowser needed to build up energy while fighting, like Devil Trigger.

The sound of heavy footsteps caught his attention and he looked over to where Banjo chucked the Doom Slayer to see the shotgun-wielding maniac on his feet, quickly closing the distance between himself and the heroes. Even with his face hidden, his bloodlust could be felt. “We're not quite out of the woods yet,” V cautioned the others. He turned to face the Slayer; time to test his theory. “I will present the opportunity.” Holding up his hand, he snapped his fingers, and the black dissolved from his hair like ash. A meteor fell from the sky and slammed into the ground between the group and Slayer in a plume of flame before resolving into the shape of Nightmare. The brute faced the Slayer head-on and began its assault. Between swings of its mammoth arms it raked the battlefield with its eye laser.
Still here.
Tora & Poppi

Level 8 Tora (19/80) and Level 7 Poppi (65/70)
Location: Sandswept Sky – Shadow of Vah Naboris
Primrose's @Yankee, Fox's @Dawnrider, Sectonia's @Archmage MC Midna's @DracoLunaris
Word Count: 754


Midna's arrival and subsequent extension of her dark field forced Urbosa to pause and consider her approach. The rumbling and unmistakable downward movement of Vah Naboris confirmed that the other invaders must have brought the Divine Beast to its knees. Needless to say, things could not be said to be going well for Urbosa. Yet a true warrior did not flinch in the face of danger, at the prospect of taking pain and accomplishing the mission, and neither did one yield to derision no matter how vile. “You'll regret uttering such slanderous filth. Prepare!” So saying, she stepped into the field, shield poised in front of her. In an instance Midna's wolfos lunged, crossing the distance as a blur and slamming into the shield with remarkable force. Urbosa staggered backward, but she did not fall. The wolfos clung to the shield and snapped at her face, aiming to rip out her eyes or throat, but the warrior held firm before flinging the beast off. Her shield arm then dropped, numb from the impact and useless from the herculean effort of keeping the dead weight up.

The seconds afford to him allowed Tora to pull himself up, head spinning, but the Drill Shield firm in his grip. Joker approached from the right to help steady him, sizing Urbosa up. “We'll surround and fight her at once. Two swords, one shield. On my mark.” He conjured Arsene in a curtain of blue flames, and the specter loomed behind him. “Sukunda!”

Arsene snapped his fingers, and a dark aura surrounded Urbosa. She shook her head as if dizzied, swatting at the cloud, but even as it disappeared her disorientation remained. Joker nodded to himself. “Her agility is compromised. Now!”

With as ferocious a cry as he could muster, Tora charged straight at her. Joker followed, circling around to the left and trusting Midna to do the same on the right. Owing to the Nopon's stubby legs they converged on Urbosa at the same time. Joker began with a feinted stab to cover a clean gunshot, and Tora clubbed the warrior's shin when she didn't give him her attention, giving Midna an opening. For a few brief but furious moments the trio scuffled against the champion, their teamwork pitted against her masterful technique but diminished agility, wearing her down to such an extent that even when she regained feeling in her shield arm the tides did not turn back.

Meanwhile, as Primrose and the Phantom Thieves navigated up toward the humps, which was by no means the work of mere moments, Sectonia continued to square off against the vicious Thunderblight. Her light ring sawed through its stony, goopy exterior, but the unfeeling brute continued to rage against her. It darted around with blistering speed, able to track her teleports effortlessly and zip around to strike from different angles. As much as she thought herself above this thing, even her strength and magic found themselves challenged on their own. That cruel hooked blade of blue energy carved into her carapace and even nicked her precious wings a few times.

The arrival of Primrose did give her reprieve, granting a power boost potent enough to push Thunderblight back. Perhaps trusting the beast to retreat and lick its wounds, Sectonia immediately turned to lend a hand to the fight against Urbosa. Her participation meant that the tired and wounded champion faced not three but eight enemies. Worse still, one immediately started summoning icy minions. She gritted her teeth and hissed at them. “Relying on strength in numbers, hm? Face me like warriors, cowards!” Her scimitar flashed and carved two of the antlions up, then flew into a glittering spin attack to keep the rest off her. Yet they seemed happy to stay out of range, releasing a chilling spray.

A howl echoed through the structure as Thunderblight zoomed in. It bounced between the assembled fighters like an electrified pinball, slashing again and again. A glimmer of hope lit up in Urbosa's eyes, and with the moment's distraction she charged and released a smaller burst of Urbosa's Fury to take out the antlions and keep from freezing to death..

Skull, however, shrugged off the lightning. “Waste 'em Captain Kidd!” Obligingly the Persona appeared and smacked the champion with his ship. Caught off guard, she fell back, wide open. Thunderblight, also undeterred by electricity, shrieked as it darted around to share its pain. Feeling mighty loopy from the second electrocution, Tora could only on Poppi as she self-repaired, shielding her with his body.
Tora & Poppi

Level 8 Tora (17/80) and Level 7 Poppi (63/70)
Location: Sandswept Sky – Shadow of Vah Naboris
Primrose's @Yankee, Fox's @Dawnrider, Sectonia's @Archmage MC Midna's @DracoLunaris
Word Count: 815


With its heavy slash turned away, Thunderblight presented no defense against Sectonia's magic. Her ring of light raked across its bizarre body, loosening shards of some kind as well as a spray of malefic corruption. The globules of dark magic threatened to spatter across her if she wasn't careful, but her opponent remained a greater threat. Though subjected to a direct hit, the thing barely slowed down. It zipped backward in a blur, faster even than she, then dashed three more times to come at her from above and behind. Its vicious swings came relentlessly, forcing her onto the defensive.

Midna arrived during the onslaught to lend a hand. She caught its sword arm mid-swing and held on tight, even as the corrupter uttered a loathsome gurgle and tried to wrench away. Sectonia got her chance to attack, but only for a moment. Lightning covered Thunderblight's weapon, discharging into the imp's hand.

Down below, Tora struggled against Urbosa's assault. The champion moved with both immaculate grace and uncommon strength, raining down blows upon him. Her speed and reach far outstripped his, allowing her to attack from every angle. For every harmless clang of her scimitar against his Mech Arms, she landed at least one clean blow, and Poppi could only mitigate so much. Red slices quickly spread over Tora's head, torso, and wings, his clothes gaining more holes than a block of Swiss cheese. His vast store of HP was draining ast. She gave him no window to counterattack or even start thinking of a strategy, forcing him instead to endlessly protect his face and eyes. It wasn't long before she concluded that he presented no threat and ceased respecting him altogether. Urbosa brought her leg up and slammed it down across Tora's Mech Arms, dropping his block, and raised her sword to chop into his head. “Mehh!?” The Nopon's eyes went wide, and Poppi reached out her hand with a scream.

At that moment, Joker made his move from his vantage point. “Leena! One-shot kill!”

His persona, looking down her sights at the small of Urbosa's back, placed her finger on the trigger. “Affirmative.” Her rifle issued forth a bright yellow blast that drilled into the champion's back, dealing critical damage.

“Ugh!” she cried, but before she could turn around Poppi cannoned into her from the front. “Bad lady not kill masterpon!” Though much smaller than Urbosa she tackled her bodily to the ground. Urbosa brought her arms up to block as the artificial blade pummeled away. Tora ran around to the other side to start punching, but the champion would not be so easily beaten down. She rose with a dancer's elegance on her hands, spinning her legs like a sawblade to strike both driver and blade at once. As she landed on her feet she hurled her shield toward the upper section of the chamber, forcing Joker to throw himself from his perch and grapple away. Tora used the precious moment to launch himself into the air with a blast from the Mech Arms, avoiding Urbosa's slice, and deliver a two-handed wallop to her head. Poppi followed up with a strike to the champion's back where Joker's persona shot her, forcing Urbosa to her knees with a gasp of pain. Overhead, Joker swung in with his knife at the ready to deliver a plunging slash. The champion clenched her teeth. “You curs...! Feel my fury!”

A greenish-yellow field expanded around her, enveloping Tora, Poppi, and Joker. Unprepared for such an attack, all three went on full defensive. Without being ordered Poppi switched to her Alpha form, allowing Tora to defend himself with the Drill Shield, and Joker canceled his attack to bring forth Leena in front of him. The next second a calamitous blast of lightning shook the Divine Beast, filling the entire cavity of its body.

When the light faded, there lay Poppi, down for the count, as well as Tora and Joker, both smoking. Urbosa was on her feet, both weapons at the ready, and she wore a grim smile. “Your death is at hand!”

Below, the collective efforts of Yellow Team bore fruit. Pursuing and landing hits on the hooves of the Divine Beast might have been difficult for a lone fighter, but with a dedicated pair of hands on the wheel of the Morgana-car and a slew of projectile-slinging heroes free to let loose, two of the four hooves went red in no time. Fox's maneuver took care of the third, and while he needed to focus on himself to avoid another lightning strike on his way back, his fellows took out the fourth after only another handful of seconds. Once all four hooves glowed red from sustained damage, Vah Naboris let out a distressed rumble before coming to a stop. Its legs bent as it lay down, like a camel waiting for a rider to climb on.

Edge of the Blue – Seaward Bay

Ace Cadet's @Yankee, Sakura's @Zoey Boey, Link's @Gentlemanvaultboy, Junior and Kamek's @DracoLunaris, Hat Kid's @Dawnrider, Geralt's @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Isabelle's @Eviledd1984


Regardless of final destination, the first step on Blue Team's tour of Limsa appeared to be Mealvaan's Gate. Peach led the party as they caught up to Junior where he queued behind Shropshire, Northampton, and a dapper man going through customs. The fellow ahead of the three appeared to be finishing up, and after the two ship girls gave the customers officers a look at some loot they evidently collected on their voyage, the kid koopa was up. “Not selling anything?” The officer asked. “No cargo? No fruits or vegetables? Well, if there's nothing to tax, there's no reason to hold you up. Move along, please.” Accordingly, customers went quickly for everyone.

Once through, the gate, the Arcanists' Guild the officer came from lay to the left, its learned members well-versed in the sums needed to to their jobs. Ahead lay Hawkers' Alley, quite unavoidable even for those uninterested in shopping who walked this route. It bustled with a great many of people, some looking to buy but a great many milling about, chatting and trading among themselves. Some even sat around crafting in the open, putting together products for sale at the market board. Peach found herself looking around as though her neck were on springs, constantly distracted by new sights, sounds, and smells. True to Shropshire's word, just about everything one could possibly buy seemed to be on sale here, from weapons to armor to jewels to materials to monster parts to food to furniture to pets. She couldn't help but stop by the stall labeled 'Minion Mart' and look at all the little critters on sale. Beyond Hawker's Alley lay a circular plaza with an uncommon amount of people. There were people talking, arguing, taking pictures, and more. There were humans, people with cat ears and tails, big bulky folk, tiny potato people, reptilians, blocks caricatures, more ship girls, and more. Most interesting, however, seemed to be on the young lady dancing by the giant blue crystal in the center. She put on a breathtaking spectacle, to say the least. Still, the red eyes of every single person present provided a sobering reminder of the reality Blue Team faced.

On the opposite side of the aetheryte plaza from Hawkers' Alley, another large bridge led to Bulkwark Hall. Stairs to the right led down toward the main harbor, where fishy smell wafted from on the breeze. It was here that Limsa Lominscuttle Town truly opened up.

Dead Zone – Hell-bent City

Blazermate's @Archmage MC, Banjo & Kazooie's @Dawnrider, Linkle's @Gentlemanvaultboy, Bowser's @DracoLunaris Doom Slayer's @Eviledd1984


The ground shook and alarms blared as the reactor spiraled further and further into ruin, and those within the Super Gore Nest had no need to think twice about what to do. The four fighters cheesed it with every bit of haste they could muster. Acting on some indiscernible intuition, Raidou's spider demon carried him up a wall and through a patch of loose ceiling tile. Whether or not the unusual path lead toward the surface and salvation couldn't concern the others for the moment. Behind him, Nero could hear the roar of approaching fire. There wasn't a moment to loose. With a yell he shot out his Punchline arm, which extended into a missile that swerved back his way to pick him up. Nadia jumped and clung to the devil hunter's back as he rode down the hall, desperately trying to remember the way the crew came in. “Radiation, hallways, lab, atrium, hallways...whoa!” A Penance demon pounced out of a nearby room, but Nero managed to sway his makeshift rocket-board out of the way. He dared to look back, only to wish he hadn't; the unlucky monster vanished into a wall of flame sweeping forward far too fast for comfort.

He rounded a corner, gritting his teeth to make the turn with the unfamiliar weight on his back, and saw to his dismay a dead end. “No!” Not a dead end, but a corridor leading straight to the elevator he rode in on. But even if it worked, it would rise far too slow to escape the deadly blaze. He leaned forward to pick up speed, ignoring the panicked yowls of the feral girl holding on to him, and at the last moment jumped off the arm. His shoulder hit the elevator wall with negligible damage, and he hurried to pop the arm back on. He spotted Nadia staring back at the flame wall, hear ears flattened in fear, and began to charge the arm. “Grab on! We're gonna blast off!” Punchline heated up as he crouched down, its engine's speed and pitcher getting higher and higher. Nadia clamped her arms around his neck, and with considerable effort Nero growled, “Boost...Knuckle!”

Punchline blazed upward in brilliant jet, pulling the Devil Hunter and his hanger-on after it. Its fist blew straight through the elevator roof, then rocketed up the shaft, just ahead of the raging firestorm. The duo flew up, up, up like a screaming firework until Punchline struck the top of the shaft and promptly blew up, throwing Nero and Nadia out into the facility's ground-level lobby. They tumbled across the ground in a chorus of grunts and groans, with Nadia falling to pieces, but altogether not much worse for wear. A few moments passed before they picked themselves up, only to find Doom Slayer and Raidou waiting for them. The skateboard in the berserker's hand told them everything they needed to know about how he escaped. And the man still hankered for more, judging by his question.

Nero shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “Hey, give us a sec, will you?” An awkwardly silent couple of seconds passed with the others looking on while he and Nadia composed themselves. “...Okay. Well, we helped you clear out this mess, so I guess it's on to the Qliphoth root. Let's just hope that blast didn't get the attention of every monster in the city.”

“Hey, kid!”

After a moment of confusion, Nero remembered the strange fate befallen Dante and got up. “What is it?”

He watched his aunt drop from the half-deli a few hundred feet away -where she'd either been keeping watch or slacking off while the others slogged through the gore nest- and point roughly northward. “We've got a bunch of weirdos headed this way! Animals, robot, ghost, tentacle turtle, you name it!”

The devil hunter sighed, and Nadia gave a dry laugh. “Ya just had to open your big mouth, huh?” She tried to stand, only to wince and nearly hit the ground again. Nero caught her just in time. Without his demonic vitality, or Raidou's demon proxies, she'd put a lot of energy into the fighting back there and gotten a few good wounds for her efforts. Whatever kept her alive despite being cut to pieces clearly didn't make her invincible, so if forced to fight again, things could end badly. Raidou seemed low on energy himself, so that left just himself, Dante, V, and the Slayer against any enemies. While on paper that seemed like an unstoppable team, things could still get messy. He looked around for Nico's van, hoping that his friend and Pandemonica wouldn't end up caught in the crossfire.

Although Dante wore a cheery smile, her eyes betrayed her concern as well. “We should intercept 'em before they get close. Stay here and look after 'em, huh Nero? You there, with me.” She took off, and the Slayer followed right behind with V in the rear.

Less than a minute later, the three crested the edge of a building overlooking the street on the great crater's edge. Sure enough, a ragtag team was moving quickly down the road. Dante narrowed her eyes. “Not zombies or demons. Or those stinking parasites. But if there's anything I know about this city, it's everything's out to get you. Might as well get 'em first. C'mon, tough guy!”

After beckoning to the Slayer, Dante jumped down, and at the same time Griffon flew up to flap in front of V. “Hey champ, get a load of this! It's those wackos from earlier!”

Squinting, V realized the truth of the demon's words. “Oh, no...”




As Red Team neared the Super Gore Nest, attracted by the tremendous spectacle of it exploding and sending chunks of demonic flesh flying for thousands of meters, a blur fell from a nearby building. It hit the sidewalk without even a suggestion of damage and began to walk forward. She turned out to be a statuesque woman with fluffy white shoulder-length hair plus a short ponytail, with a red headband and a number of short black spikes plus two white horns that blackened toward the tips. She wore a red and black suit with many silver fly accessories plus a black tie and dark red longcoat, although she wore them rather sloppily. Beneath her aviators lay a cheerful smile, brimming with the sort of joy that could never be faked. She would not have been threatening at all if not for the rather ghastly sword. She held across her shoulder.

“Well hey there,” she greeted them, waving. “If I knew the circus was in town, I would've brought some popcorn. So whatcha guys got for me? Elephants? Trapeze? Ooh, how about juggling? Here, let me getcha started.”

She wound back and flung the sword, which span through the air like a helicopter blade. It hurtled among the group, forcing them apart. Tess flew up to avoid it, then dove toward the enemies. “Allow me!” She slashed at the Slayer, then swung toward Dante.

Her cleaver descended, but Dante pulled a black pistol from her back and fired once, nailing Tess straight in the face. She fell back, shrieking, and Sparda completed its Round Trip as it flew back into Dante's hand. She swung it upward to send the wraith flying away.

“Dante!”

The woman glanced over to see V descending from the building with Griffon's help. “Stop now! These aren't enemies!”

Dante's red eyes flashed. “No dice. These jokers are aimin' to kill me!”

“What!?” V looked and sounded baffled. “Have you lost your senses? Only one has even attacked, and in self-defense no less!”

Dante ignored him, her eyes blazing. She stood with the Slayer against the whole of Red Team, both of them aggro'd. “You ready? 'Cause it's showtime!”
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