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Current You almost got the cheese touch....
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My Discord's stolen don't message me there :<
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There are stupid questions, but if you pretend you were just joking you should be okay.
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The best business pitch is to throw the business ball past the business batter to the business catcher.
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I sometimes hear about someone having skeletons in their closet. Ok? How do you know they're still in there? You can't just assume a skeleton is gonna stay still. This is your house, not a graveyard.
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On that subject, Reflection and I are doing a swapsies, so Jack's got Saber, and Caster will be with whatever magus he makes.
@Vulkan Not sure I can allow that Stand in due to the way it interacts with combat. It would make it fairly tricky to plan encounters, but maybe there's a case you can make for it?
@EnterTheHero Character accepted, provided you keep in mind the stuff about stamina discussed already. Your bandmates are your companions to control in your posts, if you like.
@Aviaire@knifeman@Lord Orgasmo Here we go. Start your characters off wherever you prefer- getting off the newest plane, in a waiting area, or at a shop or something. Don't be afraid to just bump into each other! Stand users are drawn together by fate, after all.
Super Classic, ??? Memorial Airport, 8:25 PM




Gates 12 through 16 lined one side of a large, clean, well-lit hallway. Grids of cushioned chairs formed waiting areas for each gate, against a mostly glass wall that provided a nearly useless view out into the night. The other wall held a line of small stores, bathrooms, and lounges with the white tiles of the hallway proper providing walking space for those moving from gate to gate, and stopping at stores in the meantime. At the end of the hall, beyond gate 16, lay the doors to gates 17 and 18 for international departures, and the entryway for international arrivals to reach their connecting flights in the hallway.

The various blinking lights of the runway were all that could be seen through the large windows, the pitch-black night sky not offering even a single hint as to what kind of landscape this so-called "Super Classic" was built on. Out of that night sky emerged the latest plane to arrive at the airport built in memory to some unknown person- for whoever this place was named after had the misfortune of a name so unpronounceable that it came out as a useless garbled sound the few times a tired-sounding woman spoke it over the intercom.

This place, it seemed, was simultaneously lethargic and also too busy to function. Most stores were closed or unattended, employees were scarce and completely absorbed in their tasks, and the smattering of passengers held a similar attitude, being mostly interested in their connecting flights. Funnily enough, not a single person who emerged from the most recent arrival headed for the exit. Super Classic, to all of them, was a no-name stopover.

Most are too tired to think on it, but isn't there something off about all this? Something lurking under the surface of this dull, apathetic place?
Protagonists

Joy Jordan with「Heart of Glass」
Daniel Traube with「Dragon Slayer」
Kris Maxwell with「Dark Eyes」
Coyote Briggs with his bare hands

Antagonists

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Information gathered about enemies will be kept track of here. Stats of enemy Stands will display as the lowest they've currently shown, so a Stand that moves 8m from its user will show up as a C in Range, but that can update to a B if it goes 20m away later in the fight.
Hero of Patience

Foreign District, Near a Tree





Ogier held the apprehensive calmness of a lion tamer during his interaction with Roland. He allowed himself to be grabbed and thrown without resistance, all the while reading carefully for any sign of actual violent intent. He grabbed a lamppost as he flew through the air, denting it, but then holding onto it with one hand and foot like a sailor hanging off of a mast and watching for a coming storm.

Sadness touched him as he saw what his friend had been reduced to. Roland's mind held no thought of justice, of the Emperor, nor of the Lord. The hero was consumed by nothing but love for a woman. Had Angelica been summoned as well, then? Or was it Astolfo in a dress? Given Roland's state, there was just about no feminine person who Ogier would've been surprised to learn Roland had mistaken for his love.

Moreover, he hadn't bumped fists with him! Truly, his mind was beyond repair.

"I don't know of any Saracen around here, my friend. That man is a brave knight who joined me in battle just now. Let me introduce Sir Noon and his Servant: Saber. They're on a righteous quest to reclaim Sir Noon's scabbard from a coward who stole it."

Ogier dropped back to the ground. The tone he spoke with was a calming but sturdy one, born from experience with the maddened Roland during his lifetime.

"Of course I'll help you on your quest as well, brother-in-arms, but what would your love say if she knew you were treating a lady this way? It seems to me you'd be better off seeking and destroying some foul villain."

Ogier hid the tension in his body quite well. He really didn't have the best understanding of what would or wouldn't set Roland off, so as he spoke casually he was also prepared to spring into action.




Dude, Where's my Magical Energy?

Core District, Desperate

(Temporary Player Change)




Lancer lunged forwards as Rider prepared his attack. Even if he ended up in a bad way, it would be worth it to prevent Rider from saving his Master's life. He couldn't win against this man, but if his anchor to this world disappeared, he wouldn't have to.

Indeed, a Servant with no Master was lost, regardless of their fighting power. How dearly he now wished it weren't so.

Rider was no longer moving to attack, and Lancer saw Hemlock slump lifelessly out of the line of sight provided by the apartment window. Immediately, his supplies disappeared.

"...Well, damn. We got too greedy and screwed the pooch, eh, Master?" He said to no one in particular.

If he could only have a second chance, he would surely regain his honour. He would accept anything, no matter how tenuous.

The Prince of Troy disengaged one last time, vanishing into the night.
@Vulkan Nice! Apply a character and Stand sometime.

Meanwhile I take it @ProPro didn't like my style and headed out. Sorry to bother you if you had already put this game behind you, but proper confirmation would be great.
@knifeman@Aviaire@Lord Orgasmo Looks like we'll be starting off with a party of three. Hopefully more characters follow.

Get ready for a 1st little IC post to set the scene, and then you guys can get down to business!

@vancexentan Let me know!

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