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Bronze Castle's Spikes

for a beastmorph

Spike Name: Cast Manifestation
Spike Description: Possessing no noteworthy appearance, Cast Manifestation could be considered unique in how unassuming it is. It appears simply as a weathered nail.
Spike Theme: "Smithing"
Spike Abilities: Reformation - By striking a solid material or object, the wielder can bend the struck area to whatever shape they can imagine. The complexity and amount of change determines how many strikes are needed to reform an object. This ability requires immense concentration, making it unsuitable for any combat application other than "warp struck area in some way".
Omnilurgy - By striking two solid materials together, the wielder of Cast Manifestation can alloy them together even if the materials could otherwise not be combined. While this can confer a useful alloy, most combinations of materials create useless trash, unable to be used for even scrap.

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
^{(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon
Equipment:
No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

@Yankee

When picked up, Mags didn't move. Well, she did. Her entire body was lifted by her collar. However, Mags didn't even make an attempt at resisting it. Instead, she locked up her body with her arms crossed. She mimicked an unanimated model as she was held and threatened. She didn't really react to him besides giving him some narrowed disinterest. If she got pasted on a ceiling, she'd just play another game or some shit.

She was dropped to the ground no worse for wear, still refusing to move her body in any meaningful way.

But twenty hours? Just twenty grinding mobs? And he was this salty? What kind of gamers were these?

"Did he just sniff your mouth?" She asked Ames in an aside. Gross. Who did that? Even if it was a virtual game, that was pretty much on par with "/em sniffs your hair." Man, who were these digital weirdos, Mags thought to herself as she called the kettle black.

Still, at least the shapeshifter and tattooed woman seemed to be nice people.

"Well, good luck with your daycare service. God knows you'll need it." She told him.

Mags didn't really care about asking to join them in hunting down oni. Not out of reverence from beer guts and beefy arms, though. More that she just didn't feel like associating people who got salted after only 20 hours of grinding. That was baby shit.

The Bronze Castle's Spikes.

yuh

The Devil Hunter Agency

Beniha reached the base in due time. Handed in her complaint and got the reward, too. She didn't get much time to relax, so it would have seemed. She did take her time getting back, but to be summoned right after? Probably some important meeting. Meetings weren't that common of an occurrence, especially for devil hunters.

She slipped around until she reached meeting room 5. There wasn't much that Beniha could say about it; it was a meeting in a regular meeting room. Boring stuff, but stuff she'd done countless times in her years as a hunter.

"A stogie in a meeting. Bold." She commented as Kaze began to smoke. There was a time and place for everything. In Beniha's eyes, right before a meeting wasn't that time.

The offer of snacks may have been good for the devil bringers, but not for the feeders. It was like offering a pile of sand to them. Well, it wasn't like Beniha cared. The alternative was serving a hunk of supernatural odds and ends. It wasn't that appealing to have gooey bits in the middle of a meeting.

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
^{(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon
Equipment:
No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

@Yankee

Well, fuck it. If the dude was gonna be a dick about things, Mags would just not care about forfeiting her life to possible PK. If it was some sort of tabletop RPG, she'd have to roll some substat or something for being intimidated. This wasn't a tabletop RPG. This was another person trying to intimidate another person in a world where pain was dulled for all except morons and death just meant you lost some time. Even if she was technically a noob by the standards of everyone else, she still had her ego. She wasn't about to let some random walk all over her.

"Yea, like I said, we meandered in." Mags said, still technically being right about it. "Don't know where they are. Maybe we're just too much of fuckin' noobs to see them." A steep bitterness came out with the delivery. Still, she was telling the truth. Mags wasn't actually following where they went. She was too busy relishing in how fucking cool Rashasta was. "Try being less of an ass? Probably help you find what you're looking for." Again, a third truth.

If shit went south, Mags would die as she lived: being a gremlin.

Into Perdition's Jaws

^Reclaimer_Corsica

Thankfully, the mortar fired at them hadn't been a direct hit. Mud and liquified dirt splattered across her armour. Pressure and heat cracked the bark of her cover and splinters collided with the metal of her helm and chest. The heat from the plasma did little to penetrate the defense of her suit. The wave of pressure didn't do much either. Her extremities would probably end up a bit battered, but they were still in tact. It wasn't like she could feel a bruise. So long as she could move her arms and legs, she was fine. How was Linus? Probably fine. She didn't really check.

Well, the plan--if you could call it that--had worked. The rounds that Corsica had fired did what they were supposed to do. The only issue was that it didn't quite stop the construct. Anyways, her job was done. No point in sticking around for longer. She may have had a cavalier attitude about risks and her fate, but she wasn't about to just stand still and let some construct slam into her. As such, she dashed away. Linus could come along if they wanted.

After all, what was she going to do? Set it on even more fire?

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 29
HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30
^{(300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 55 (50) + 10% | END – 42 (40) + 5% | DEX – 40 (40) | LUC – 11 (11)}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon
Equipment:
No Helmet
Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

@Yankee

A kick came and woke Mags from her embarrassment. It had appeared that the oni had fled for a reason. Other immortals. No native NPC would dare look how they did. Fair enough that they did run away, though. Had the oni been a group of simple warriors, they may have stood and fought. But there were children, too. They were tiny piles of EXP to sociopaths--Mags would know--but things to be protected by oni parents. Probably.

But god damn was that party cool. They looked much better than the duo's leveling/newbie sets.

"We kind of just meandered on in, to be honest." Mags said in a wicked half-truth. Really, what she said was more true than false. She was technically right. Made for a more convincing lie. Better than Ames', at least.

Mags ended up lightly slapping the back of Ames' head. Repayment from Ames kicking her while she was down.

"Stop gawking at the pretty character models," she said in an attempt to cover for Ames, "and don't get physical with me.". It was kind of like a manzai routine, though significantly less funny.

"So what are you guys here for? Looking to grind some XP or something?"

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Lilliane didn't add much to the going conversation. Not really much for her to say. While Alouise coming forward was a brave thing to do, Lilliane didn't feel the need to dog pile sympathy onto the girl. At this time, many people across Europe suffered from similar stories. Even with someone telling their story right in front of her, Lilliane didn't react in any meaningful way. Callous and cold, maybe. For someone in her line of work, however, sympathy was a weakness if not used as a tool.

Into Perdition's Jaws

^Reclaimer_Corsica

Her strategy, if it could be called that, worked. Using every single mine may have been overkill, but it worked. They had one less problem to deal with. Corsica couldn't help but marvel at the how the flames danced on the trees. Truly, it was a powerful sight. One that caused her vocalizer to emit a faint, hoarse laugh.

There wasn't really much time to gawk at her work. She continued to run with Linus, the occasional boost from the ether causing her to oddly stumble. Not enough to trip, but enough to make her running disjointed as she accidentally took steps either too short or too long. Like a flash of light or loud crash, the sudden usage of ether only contributed to sensory overload. A slight distraction.

With Linus gaining line of sight, so too did Corsica. There wasn't actually much for Corsica to do besides shoot it. Such was the life of someone who specialized in dealing with biohazards; she could only perform in regular combat in a limited capacity. Besides her go-to plans of shoot, mine, and silicon-carbide blades, there wasn't really much strategy she could add. Under the request of another, she'd just try to fire some rounds at the target. Who knew, maybe they'd set the ground underfoot on fire and that'd mess something up. Though, her firing pace was much more relaxed than Linus'. The encroaching fires from the forest didn't pose much of a threat to Corsica. The plasma mortar certainly did, but she'd only die here if it was her fate to die.

Anyways, she started firing.

The Devil Hunter Agency

"Eugh. Fine."

Thankfully, most of the cops had been taken away by Mai's diversion. Beniha could easily slip away from the factory to help carry him. She had stayed behind to collect the pieces of his gun parts. Really, what a moron. Who'd just lose a gun in Japan? That'd be like pinning a massive red flag to the entire operation.

Though, a large issue remained: neither of them had a car. Well, it wasn't too much of an issue. She just had to carry the unconscious buffoon to the nearest 24 hour convenience store. They could then call a taxi and pretend that he was was just passed out drunk. At this time of night, absolutely wasted men in suits were a common enough sight. It'd at least buy them enough time to get the gravitational wonder to a hospital bed.

She picked up the old man and carried him on her back. Even if she was getting up there in years, she was still a trained devil hunter. This much weight was still easy to carry. When she finally reached the conbini, she placed the unconscious man somewhere where nobody'd see and stepped inside for a quick purchase. A large bottle of booze, a small notepad, a pen, and after a text message talking about Da Xia bringing a demon to the HQ, a pack of smokes.

Once outside, she called for a taxi and waited by the unconscious old man. She quickly splashed his coat and shirt with the booze before beginning to drink the rest of it. He didn't really look injured. It was mostly hidden by his hair, beard, and clothes. It made it easier; Beniha didn't have to heal his external wounds.

So now, she'd just have to wait for the taxi to come. Not really much for small-talk between the unconscious Maurice and Adam had he come with, she angrily wrote complaints about what went wrong with what happened. Whether the DHA actually took her informal complaints in writing to heart or just shredded it, she didn't care. She'd at least know that she let her annoyances be known.