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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

So... what's happening in the IC? I don't know if I'm just reading things incredibly poorly atm but I have no idea what's really going on in it atm. What's the current status of characters and bosses after everyone's last posts? Is there anything my characters can do or are the doll bosses defeated? o.o

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Ryver!

I'm sorry to hear about how busy work's been, but at least it's easing up a bit for you now. I can't imagine working at a restaurant, it'd kill me. x-x; Good luck for when Christmas/New Year rolls around D|

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Heya Aki! :D

No, nothing should be changing with regards to our skype discussion. We can still have Nani join the rp at the beginning alongside Tobi. And yep! 5 out of 7 days posting. :) Soon... SOON!

Also, I've caught up on the posts and all I can say is Bloody Wow. You guys... the creativity, tension and excitement... this rp is on fire. I absolutely love it. Rex, Buns, Kathi, Kei, you've all outdone yourselves tremendously. And that is some brilliant creativity, Rex. Seriously, a winged rainbow plush rhino? What drugs have you been smoking, and where can I get some? XD

Guin:

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Phillis Circus: Big Top: Aisle

With surprising agility and speed, graced from a magical enchantment blessed from Marcus, Eric’s body began to move, racing through the damaged and ruin circus’ seating, sprinting around and hurdling over several discarded seats that lay in his way, deftly dodging flying plush cannonballs splattering against the ground in the spot where he had once been. He said nothing as he moved forwards, working on doing his best to dodge the incoming projectiles, and get as close as he possibly could to that which he was chasing. And then, after getting close enough and at the right possible angle…

He swiped his right hand out to the side, a wire shooting out from within his sleeve and sharply snaking about and through the air, coiling around and digging into the strange six-legged alien cat toy beast’s pitch forked tongue, with the diamond tip of his wire stabbing through its very centre. The sudden action suddenly stopped the beast’s rampage after Trixie, and it turned in confusion at the surprising strength that held it in place. Trixie, gasping and huffing as she skidded to a stop to watch what had happened to cause the beast to stop its chase, gasped in surprise at the site before her. Who knew the weird poopie man could do that?

“You hurt my niece!” Eric yelled, bracing his body and flexing his muscles as he channelled his strength throughout his arms and into the wire trapping the giant horrible plush amalgamation. “You’re gonna pay for that!!”

And with that, the beast was suddenly wrenched free from the ground upon which it stood, and forced to revolve about in a spinning circle with Eric as its centre, over and over again. Trixie gasped as Eric strained to pour more and more speed and momentum into it, genuinely impressed and raising her twin uzis up into the air to pelt the hapless beast with bullet after bullet.

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Onstage

“Leader!” Xandra cried out, backtracking in horror at the sudden grotesque transformation greeting the oversized doll attacking them. As more and more toys, plushes and dolls swarmed to the foe, latching themselves onto it and making it grow more and more sinister and powerful, Estelle and Xandra could only watch in disbelief at what now stood before them. A foe so large and unbelievably powerful that it was able to simultaneously attack her and Xandra, Moira and Syed, and Lute and Aria, as separated as they all were. How on Ddaear could such an abomination exist?!

“I see it, Xan, I just… I don’t believe it…!” Estelle raised her sword up in front of her, ready to meet this new challenge. Xandra nodded alongside her, taking in a deep, lungful of breath as a warm rejuvenating sensation flowed throughout her body, numbing the pain that had been coursing through her thanks to Amy. With a new agility buff graced to them from Marcus, they stood ready more then ever to fight!

“Now!” Estelle yelled, as the doll glanced at the two with a menacing eye, swiping its metal barrier at them like a heavy, gigantic club. Xandra planted one end of her pole against the ground, using it to assist her to vault over the sweeping attack, as Estelle jumped up and onto the club, crouching as low as she could to maintain her balance. The doll almost seemed to act surprised by the unpredictable attack, as Estelle raced up the metal’s remaining length and, lifting her ignited fireblade up overhead, drove it downwards to stab the doll’s hand.

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Aisle

Like ‘rock-em, sock-em robots’, Lucien’s imp and the plush gargoyle it faced off against traded blow after blow at each other, swiping claws and boxing each other over and over with the hope of winning. The gargoyle plush wasn’t too powerful or dangerous, more of a distracting annoyance then anything, and so it was that Lucien’s imp, rearing back and charging its fist for a swift, deadly uppercut, finished the match by punching its damaged head off, stuffing and stitching spilling everywhere in its fall.

The imp grinned and bounced from side to side as it laughed, quite pleased with itself and pointing down at its fallen foe whilst blasting an unsporting raspberry at it, until its head jolted to the side once, then twice, then a third. The imp looked around in confusion, at the way it had felt like it’d been hit, but not able to see anything. What was happening?

And then Lucien’s real body blinked, reawakening to his surroundings. His head and chest really hurt… what gives?

And then he recoiled with a sharp yelp as another flying plush projectile smacked the ground in front of him. Looking up, Lucien rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the flying winged rainbow rhino thing, and then jumped onto his feet and booked it as fast as he could for some better cover whilst holding his head.

There had to be some inappropriately stupid joke that was just perfect for this situation, but he was far too busy trying to avoid death by cannon plushes to say anything.

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Holas everyone! I hope you're all doing well!

Kei I'm glad to see and hear that you're okay! Not so much the tiredness or the debate loss but at least you're okay ;w; *cuddles you 4eva*

I've not caught up on the posts yet, but I'll have a read of them in a little bit and then get to work on writing. Looking forward to it! And message completely recieved too, K!

I want to quickly ask just for clarification sake and piece of mind since we're approaching the end of this chapter and the start of next, and because we haven't heard from either of you guys in the ooc for a while, but Aki and Ryver, are you guys still down for joining? I'm sorry for the wait ;~;

Also, I'm considering changing the posting frequency of the rp from daily to 5ish posts per week. That way, it helps to give you guys a break if and when you need it, as well as ensure that the rp continues to move at a decent pace without slowing down too much. I think reading and trying to catch up on 6/7 posts per day and writing one as well would just be super stressful and hectic for everyone involved, including myself, so this should hopefully be a better compromise? I'm not entirely sure yet how this might affect interaction IC wise, but I think so long as everyone remains communicative in the ooc about if they can and can't post each day then we should be able to work things out. Thoughts?

I hope you guys are all doing great! <3



Still in a Papa Roach mood... o3o

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Don't worry about it, Rex, it's okay! <3 I think all of us could do with a round break, eh?

Kei please be okay! ;A;

Also, alongside Aki and Ryver starting next chapter...



I never get tired of using this gif

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I didn't listen to music when I was a kid :P

It's been a while since we've heard from Kei. Kei, is everything alright?

If Buns and Rex are skipping/not posting until morning then I won't post until tomorrow then.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

The moment when joining a new rp and needing to read through a giantass bible full of lore and mechanics etc to the point where it feels like homework and a chore is when the rp's already lost me.

Agreed perfectly.

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Phillis Circus: Big Top: Aisle:

Lying down on the ground, holding onto his treasured jewels, Eric stifled a tearful sniff, trying to gingerly open his eyes amidst the pain. He could hear the sounds of his new friends fighting all about him, struggling against the mass of toys, dolls and plushies that the strange ringleader, Guinevere was summoning. And here he was, a man like himself, laying down on the ground. It wasn’t right.

And then his eyes shot open as he felt the hands of his silent niece comfortingly fall upon him and embrace him. He then had to struggle twice as hard to keep the tears back, less now from the pain, and more from the concern and kindness his niece was projecting. He couldn’t lie down on the floor like this, not in front of Balti. He had to stand up, fight, and be cool! That was what an uncle did!

“Thanks, Balti,” Eric smiled, patting her shoulder and breaking apart their embrace. “I’ve got this. Just watch ol’Uncle Eric kick some ass!”

It was all over in the blink of an eye and a flash of light. The boulders that were tumbling towards them, threatening to crush them, alongside a fresh swarm of dolls and toys that surged towards them, were all suddenly cut down into pieces, stuffing and fabric flying every which way as Eric’s diamond tipped wires sliced through them all instantaneously like a whirlwind. As felt and stitching fell to the ground he looked up back towards Baltimore, and smiled.

Now for the ringleader… the one who tried to kidnap his dear sweet niece!

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Stage:

“Get… off… of… me…!” Estelle screamed, thrashing and punching in every direction as the mound of giggling dolls and squeaking plushies continued to overwhelm her body, weighing her down and stabbing her wherever they could. A warm glowing light enveloped her body, and the fatigue and pain that Estelle had suffered up until this point began to slowly diminish. It wasn’t enough to restore her to full health and vitality, but it did the trick in numbing the pain. She could feel her own strength returning to her, and from there it became easier to knock the attacking toys away from her.

But there was so many. Far, far too many. It didn’t matter how many of them she was able to bat and slash away, there was always more attacking. From beneath her feet, above her or from behind… there was only so much she could do…!



“Leader!” A familiar voice shouted as several of the dolls shrieked and plushies squeaked in horror from being batted and swiped away. Coming to Estelle rescue was Xandra, brandishing a long but thin metal pole, swiping away at the dolls and giving them as much breathing room as she could. Giving her the time to jump back up, Estelle hopped to her feet and reignited the flame in her Fireblade, swiping at and destroying yet more of the toys, clearing the space more easily around them.

“Xandra are you… are you okay?” Estelle briefly looked to her haggard friend, now resting her body with the support of the pole. Estelle continued to destroy as many of the toys she could.

“No, not really…” Xandra smiled. “I’m going to need a new arm after this…”

“Don’t force yourself!” Estelle shouted back, slicing another plush in two vertically. “Get back and get some rest, okay?”

“No, I can’t,” Xandra shook her head. “Everyone’s hurt… but you’re all still fighting. I can’t run or hide!” The metallurgist, catching her breath then swiped the pole about her again, the pole growing in length but shrinking in width as she channelled her metallurgy to alter the metal. With the extended length she could swat enemies away that were greater in distance from her.

Suddenly a hulking smash rang in between Estelle and Xandra. The doll which Guinevere had infused with more and more of her magic, brandishing the metal barrier that Syed had earlier formed and now using it as a weapon, had swung it down at the ground in front of them, nearly missing a gasping Estelle. She refocused and steeled herself, lifting her Fireblade in front of her as Xandra turned and concentrated on protecting her friend's back. Estelle charged forward, swinging her sword at her foe.



“I don’t know about running, but hiding sounds like a good idea to me…” Muttered Lucien, bunking down behind some torn chairs. He clutched onto his torn and ravaged chest, his breathing hard and forced as pain awashed him from where those cheeky toys had raked him. Hopefully Amy would help him out sooner or later.

Looking over his cover, his eyes found Lute and Aria, being besieged by flying guitars (?!) and a giant stuffed bear! If the bear wasn’t after them to make mincemeat of them, it would have actually looked quite cute. Oh, who was he kidding, it still looked cute.

Closing his eyes and concentrating what little was left of his magic, he summoned into being another of his animals. With the rest of the animals and that weirdo Vance down, there was nothing around to make him lose control of his animals again. And this time… this time he swore it would never happen ever again.

A small imp materialised in front of him, and sharpening its claws in front of itself, it let out a sneer laugh and then began racing as quickly as it could on its tiny, spindly legs to where Aria and Lute were. It hopped in the air, slicing several of the stuffed guitars in half.

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Pit:

Marcus didn’t know what exactly had happened to the giant hand that was poised to slam into him above, curiously following after it being stricken by some invisible foe and batted away to a far seating aisle, but he was grateful for the reprieve. Amy and Crispin had managed to escape unscathed (to a point) from their own attacking adversaries, except one of the giant sticky hand, still alive and moving, wielded by a bouncing toy monkey, had curled into a fist and swung itself towards him and Amy. From the incredible impact and crater it had formed in the ground from its slam, the thing no doubt bore incredible weight… they had to avoid an impact no matter what.

Marcus thrust his arm out in front of him, imploring more of his control of wind to create a buffeting gale of wind slowing the swinging fist down. It didn’t still it, merely only slow it, however… it gave him enough time for his next spell.

His use of his secondary magical talent had been minimal so far. His polish and skill with it was still basic and rudimentary at best, in comparison to his far more practiced control of air and wind. For Marcus, using Ice magic required the handy use of nearby water to assist him, with most of the Pride’s battles thus far lacking a steady supply of that. He could still form ice, as he was doing now to hopefully trap the giant fist… but it required far more of his magical stamina to achieve. There were perhaps better options, but in the small time they had, this truly was the best option, to ensure the devious monkey and his giant fist would freeze still.

The fist slowed and stilled considerably… but still charged towards them, the monkey not wanting to stop. Its brethren had been stopped, but he wouldn’t…!

“Amy,” Marcus called out, giving a sideways glance towards Crispin. The brawler was too busy vomiting and fighting not to pass out to be of any further help this second. “Could you…?”

Amy sneered back at the giant hand, as her gem began to pulse and glow, a yellow light snaking out from within. “Oh yeah I can…”