Potemking

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Just an additional heads' up here, but my Mirage post was edited with some more details at the end.

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LOCATION:The Maw - The Depths
WORD COUNT:628(+1 EXP)
MENTIONS: Bella, The Diving Suit

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Mirage, for once, found himself pretty quiet. He would've responded to Geralt's confusion, wondering how someone could forget something so simple, but Sakura's words seemed to have left him in a position where he wasn't quite sure what to say to just about anyone. Rika's attempt at helping not going anywhere while his own was just met with Sakura leaving the room he had visibility in. Followed by the high-pitched sounds of her retching. His real body winced as he tried to think of what to say, coming up with blanks.

This wasn't like him. He was Mirage, the witty Legend who always had a zinger lined up or something cool to pass down. Now, what? He was just the guy who helped make some girl upset and puke? He felt his own facade break as he stood on that shoe box, realizing his silence wasn't from a lack of knowing what he wanted to say, but because he was attempting to pull his front personality back into place before speaking to the others. And Elliot couldn't push past that long enough to try and comfort Sakura in a time of need further than he had prior, instead standing there as Nadia took the charge on that front.

It was brutal, but perhaps what she needed. He still didn't say anything, aside from hissing a little at some building pain in his head. The hell's that about...? He wondered, noting the conveyor started moving, and the BULL along with it. It allowed him to look at what the others were doing finally, rejoining them technically even though he'd been in here the entire time. As the machine moved along, he began noticing something aside from the headache; A bit of nausea, wanting to almost follow in Sakura's footsteps and throw up whatever was possibly in his stomach. He tried to keep his reaction to a minimum, though the giant robot gesturing as Mirage covered his mouth in an attempt not to vomit meant it was easy to tell he was moving around.

"N-Nice, the conveyor's working..." He said with a fair amount of delay, the weird sudden effects subsiding with no warning, just like how they arrived. He planted his feet, knees shaking a little but he kept up, noting that whatever the hell that was, it gave him more reason to want to be out of here. And if it was this device causing it, then he had to get out of here faster. They needed all the help they could get down there, and the BULL was a huge help, if he could get it down there. A simple thought about diagnostics was enough to pull up results of the working station's condition, which seemed in the green and functional. Was this normal? Christ, what horrible working conditions.

Before he could manage to comment on that, he caught something in the BULL's camera. One of the diving suits... Was moving? Panic took over before sensibilities did, or maybe panicking made the most sense? One of the BULL's arms came forward, providing a bit of a barrier between it and Bella, for her own safety as she scooted away, though this came to an end as the machine went further down the conveyor, camera still focused on the diving suit. Still scrambled from the effects of the headcase, Mirage didn't even really think about the familiarity of the voice, this individual feeling completely new to him. Though remembering his experience with Carl, he wondered if this was somehow similar, so he held back on being aggressive. "You, uh, okay?" He questioned, trying to stay peaceful, figuring if anything, at least they wouldn't have to fight this diving suit.

The suit pulled itself together somewhat, reacting to the BULL with surprise as it seemed utterly confused by the fact it was there. "Hold on a sec, I thought I was seeing through the BULL?" It voiced it's confusion, pulling itself up somewhat, though shaky and uncertain of what exactly the hell was happening here.

"What're you going on about? You were piloting a BULL?" Mirage questioned, but was met with a very quick response: "Is that me? Okay, okay, that's a REALLY good impression guys, I'm impressed. Who's doing that?"

"Impression?" Mirage had a sudden, horrible feeling. "You're saying this is your voice?"

"... Yeah? So unless you're a decoy, that must be some very talented voicework! But none of your mouths are moving, so what gives?"

There were a lot of problems with what was currently happening, for Mirage himself. The question of what was up with Carl before was strangely becoming more clear, though he couldn't quite put together what exactly he was supposed to do in this situation. His brain was still a bit scrambled, but that also seemed to be the case with this suit, both becoming a little aggressive, but mainly confused, at the situation presented to them.

"I appreciate a joke, guys, but you're creeping me out with this impression." The suit added, staring at the majority of the group with a bit of annoyance, since he'd been trying pretty hard to make stuff work to help them, and now after all that drama, he was getting pranked! Mood whiplash, much? If the suit had a face, it'd be squinting at the others to express that annoyance. And, to it's knowledge, it had a very handsome and beautiful face.

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@Dark Cloud

It actually suits Mao very well, given their aggressive natures (and natural weaknesses to Ice) which is most of the reason I went with it above most of the other choices I had.

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@Dark Cloud

Mao took one of the generic Japanese Demon spirits, which I chose as Ara Mitama.

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LOCATION:Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon > Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
WORD COUNT: 1,564(+3 EXP)
MENTIONS: A lot of people.

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The four-eyed demon stood his ground, glaring at Laharl, and not budging whatsoever from his threat. Overlord or not, Mao wasn't about to be afraid of some homeless-looking Demon tossing insults his way. Though, despite the threat, Laharl seemed to not advance towards violence, instead calming somewhat, to Mao's surprise. "Them?" Mao glanced at the Seekers for a moment, before looking back with an eyebrow raised, not sure what they had to do with their issue here.

Though as he continued, it became clear: He was with this group too. Yet he hadn't been brought to his senses. Which, upon reflection, he was able to now realize Band hadn't had his curse dispelled either before their fight. Mao perked up at Midna's voice, glancing back at his own shadow for a moment as he listened to her words, confirming Laharl's place and that they should probably go about lifting his curse. Offering a nod to this, Mao noted they had a big fight coming up, and maybe they could use this blazing-knucklehead to not only do some fighting, but maybe tire himself out enough to work their magic.

"Equals, huh..." He replied to Laharl's words with disdain, his laugh causing a drop of sweat to slide down Mao's forehead. Even if he bloated himself with smacktalk, that laugh was the real deal! Mao only wished he could be taking notes, but he'd just have to remember it for later. "Fine, if you're with them, I guess we'll have to cooperate." He gave in, shaking his head with mild annoyance.

Midna popping out of his shadow caused him to wonder just how she did that, though observing his teammate's abilities could wait. As annoying as it was to have her on his tail, she wasn't wrong that they needed to get going. "The exact business I was talking about!" Was his response, ready to en this petty discussion and get onto more important things. Though, Fox's own interjection left a sour taste in his mouth, whether Mao thought he was right or not didn't matter. Mao wasn't leading this operation, he was just the one that could get them there at a fair pace. Keh, what's this guy think I am, a hero? As if. If anything, at least Fox got acknowledgement he was heard clearly from the lack of amusement on the demon's face.

Thankfully distracting him from that annoyance, Primrose's own words towards Mao's fellow Overlord caught his attention. If this Laharl wanted to gain strength, then Mao had to do the same after that comment from before. He didn't want to be equals with this blue-haired guy, let alone inferior, so he'd search for whatever power boost he could get. Enough to crush this Galeem, which he thought would be more than enough to handle Laharl if the need was there.

One boost seemed to be these strange things in the new lady's possession. Items? Abilities? Mao sought these things like a kid looking for candy: He couldn't help but be intrigued. "Don't think I've seen anything like these around before. But if they're useful, I'll definitely take a look." He wasn't entirely sure of what these objects were yet, though he felt an essence from a few of them that gave him an odd hint of familiarity. Nothing of the same world, but the scent of a Demon nonetheless. Plucking one from Primrose's possession if not to just study it momentarily, he saw what almost resembled some sort of weird, red upside down teardrop.

"Fascinating..." Mao's glasses fogged up from his deep breaths, as he gripped the spirit tightly. "This isn't just any dumb item, it almost gives me the feeling it's alive. I can feel the aggression of this demon and it's delightful!" Lifting the Spirit, Mao was suddenly more obsessed than curious, his mind running to many places about what this could mean. But one thing was for sure; He was low on servants, and a demon like this one wasn't much, but it was a start.

Managing to return to normal before he started drooling on himself from the possibilities of these spirits, he decided to start bolstering his ranks. "Wake up, already! Your wild, untamed anger is exactly the kind of force I need! Gotta be better than what you're doing now, right?" His demand of the demon within the Spirit was clear, mentally noting it'd be good to finally have a servant again that was on the right track. If it'd actually work or not, he'd wait and see. It seemed to not respond in any way, though he could still feel the presence perfectly well.

Mao's gaze went to one of the stranger individuals in the group: She looked like a giant fancy bee, which was strange, though nothing that really shook him up much. Her royal complaints caused him to shift his gaze between her and Midna. Queen and Princess, huh? Not that either title meant much in the long run to an Overlord, who's job it was to dismantle such lower authorities, but they were still respectable levels of power. Something about the Bee in particular gave him a strange vibe. She wasn't an Overlord of course, but she rang as more dangerous than average fodder. He was a mixture of wary and intrigued, though wasn't going to follow up on his thoughts for now.

"I always thought the hard part was gaining control," Mao replied to the Queen's complaints, palm resting on his forehead. "Instead, there's backstabbers at every turn, and now this glowing jackass took my entire Netherworld! I'm keeping this in mind the next time someone tells me this 'ruling' crap is easy."

Done with his own complaints, Mao eyed the weird helmet the Queen presented. Wearing that thing gave you better quality items when you smashed these orbs? Sounded like a dead to him. "Heck, wearing it means I get better loot? I don't give a damn what it looks like." Whatever downside she saw, he couldn't be bothered to care about. He'd keep to himself that smashing the life essence of some other demons would be both good fun and an intriguing example of what these orbs could provide though.

He'd get to see this in action, once the Phantom Thieves put it to work. It was a small sample size, but Mao was impressed with the results. According to them, the weaponry suited each of them perfectly fine. He wasn't experienced with this method of looting, but seeing the weapons match the looters was promising. "Hoh... That thing does seem useful. I'll have to keep notes of it's results to see how consistent it continues to be!"

Through most of the group-talk, Mao simply rested with his sword planted in the ground, impatient with the waiting after Midna and Fox had already been rushing him prior. A plan was okay, probably how they rolled, considering how Band and the Seekers ran his group down before. They knew each-other pretty well, while he didn't, so once they made their choices, he was more than happy to pull his blade from the ground, sheathe it, and offer one last untrusting look towards Kan-Ra as he departed with the group that decided to follow after him to the business base.

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Upon arriving at the already damaged hellhole of an office building, Mao smirked at the sight. "Looks like the fighting's already started!" Stating the obvious, though a curious mind wondered if a few spare spirits were laying about from victims of the battle. He'd have to worry about that later, though, as things were chaotic once they made their way inside. Water, bullets, explosions, Mao was expecting a warzone but the arsenal caused him to quickly dip behind cover as fast as his feet would take him; Unsheathing his sword to attempt to block a few of the oncoming bullets, a few passing through his jacket much to his annoyance, but thankfully missing his scrawny body.

"To hell with this! Let's see how they like being exposed!" Mao had charged his magic, preparing an attack, but as he dipped out of cover the Unrelenting Force of the shout sent him barreling back, only managing to stop himself by stabbing his blade into the ground. "What the hell kind of power is that...?!" He growled in annoyance and confusion, sword coming up to cut an office chair in half that came flying his way, unsure of how to approach the situation.

Until one of the grunts already in the battle gave them an opportunity: Water, so much water, in such a brutal fashion did she crash into the opposing force and scatter them, leaving an opening to try and pick fights. Recovering from the knockback, Mao charged in: "Only shouting that armored guy will be doing is from agony!" He called his mark, unsure of who would join him, if they did, but Mao wasn't overly worried about it. He needed to hold his own and get past these guys, he wanted to know who they had in the back; if anyone. Had to be more somewhere, possibly even his mark.

If he wants the blast all to himself, then I ain't gonna argue! Mao took initiative by throwing his sword at the Dragonborn, the blade spinning through the air as the demon approached while charging up a Star attack in his fist as a follow up strike towards the warrior.

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@Dark Cloud

We can probably plan to get him hearted in the near future so he can see the situation more clearly. There's sure to be another fairly large battle coming up with the two Resistance bases, so Laharl has potential to just get hearted after becoming too injured like what happened to Band and Mao not too long ago.

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@Dark Cloud

Had responded in PM but I'll add it here for discussion too

It's simple: Laharl is mostly in the same boat Mao is. Sure, in his current situation, his personality is a bit more clashing, but once he's not under Galeem's influence, he'll surely realize that his own Netherworld needs to be put back to how it was. Nobody threatens the throne (Or his friends minions) and gets away with it.

Mao has a bit more exposure than Laharl, though. He hasn't had as much crap going on, where Mao has a checklist of beatdowns that need done for the sake of revenge. Another relatable thing they could have is restoring strength however, and the Seekers are clearly getting into plenty of fights. Huge fights, even. So it's beneficial for both to stay as they can grow back to their prior strength and possibly enough more, with how spirits and such work.

Adding to that, once Laharl sees the bigger than life threat, I don't think he's ignorant enough to think of it as an easy obstacle to clear on his own. Baal had him nervous, and Galeem is worse than an entire army of Tyrant Baal's with the scope of control gathered in this new world. Teamwork doesn't have to be something he adapts to quickly, but he could probably see it as means to justify reaching an end he desires, even if he's restricted in his own actions somewhat.

In a meta sense, this would put a lot more work on Lugu, who already puts a crapton of work into the current flow of events. Short detours work out, but going completely on your own is a lot to pile onto the updates every week. I can't speak for him, of course, that's just personally how I see it

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a pet store in Al Mamoon

@Dark Cloud

Oh perfect, Mao could use some Magichange fodder (kek)

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

@canaryrose@Polaris North

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"'Course you'd love it! Who wouldn't?!" Sid genuinely questioned, though Avery was a certain type, the girl could tell, so getting an answer out of them wasn't necessary. Nodding at their decision to get ready for a hike, the 'goth' child hopped off her seat, the additional offer and words of concern mostly flying over the girl's head as she responded: "I know every ditch, but only because I keep falling in 'em!" This was stated with... Confidence, as if it was an accomplishment, which to Sid it might as well have been.

"Only thing that'll knock you unconscious is possibly Manotaur breath. I guess dental isn't very 'manly'." She snickered at her own words, but let Avery get ready. She was jittering around, that mixed with her loud and not very secretive personality made it easy to draw Gar's attention, who's nod got the girl's attention.

Tilting her head, she giggled a little at the man's concern. "Ah, don't sweat it! I know what I'm doin'!" She responded, though knowing what she was doing wasn't exactly a quell of Gar's concerns surely, considering the girl's usual wild nature. "And trust me: Nobody wants to run out of town after a tour from me!" She had no proof of this, given it was the first tour she'd ever offered to someone, but you know, it was a start! Beside, she had money on the line! If that wasn't a good ol' motivator, then what was? She had an arcade obsession to feed, after all.

_{Feat. Sid}
@Akayaofthemoon@Rabidporcupine@canaryrose@DClassified

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Having basically been told to kick rocks after the weird goth girl's interruption, it wasn't hard for Amelia to catch his attention, and for Ludwig's eyes to fall on the absolute giant that was now over at the booth. While height was intimidating for sure, he had a huge smile to go with it that was pretty comforting and let Ludwig wander over to observe the situation without as much anxiety.

At least, until he saw Moe out in the open now, not much covering the unique little creature from public view. Not that he tried hard since he got here or anything, but man... At least Jeremy seemed pretty interested, too, which was calming for the boy as he got around to speaking up to the jolly giant. "Ludwig-- Though, I guess she already wrote that down, hah." He introduced himself with a bit of a folly, but oh well, he swept past it quick enough. Glancing back at the now waiting girl by the counter, he looked back at Jeremy with a bit of concern in regard to her trustworthiness, but nobody here seemed to be having much issue with her, so maybe they were just getting off on the wrong foot.

"Ah, well I'll try not to die?" His response was somewhat comical to some, perhaps. Or just awkward to others. This group kept getting larger and a lot of new faces was difficult to deal with, but hopefully that could be overlooked for the sake of progress, at the very least, in his investigation.

When it came to Moe, however, Jeremy had Ludwig's full attention. "Her? We've been a team for quite a bit! Found her back in Portland a long time ago, but never made any luck figuring anything out about her." He explained his plight, and main reason for being around here, in a quick manner. "I came to see if all the rumors scattered around about this place are true, and she's been pretty active since we got here, so as far as her origins go, I might be considering that response to be a lead."

Moe seemed perfectly satisfied where she was, though being obstructed from view was a cause for complaint. Thankfully the creature caused a lack of problems as the food arrived, Ludwig nervously looking at Amelia as she gave him a rather tragic look that probably was squirrel-related. He offered her a small smile and a thumbs' up as the food was placed, trying to say it wasn't a big deal. And after everything was settled, she seemed to be taming Moe well enough anyhow, the bacon being more than enough of an offering for the small beast.

Having her not be as much of a secret is actually way less stressful! He thought to himself, observing the rather happy atmosphere they had going on.

"Jimmy!"

Ludwig jutted away from where he was standing so fast that his glasses were left behind, quickly snatching them and putting them back on as he stared at the source of the sudden loud voice: That girl from earlier that stole his opportunity for information. "You always sneak up on people like that?!"

"Aside from the occasional shoe squeak I am pretty quiet," Sid responded as if she was moreso pondering her own stealth abilities, before realizing she was getting sidetracked. "Ah, forget that though, I need your help, Jeremy!" While Sid was usually very confident, successful, some would even say superior to her peers _{(Nobody ever says that)}, this particular situation was perfect with the big lug here. "I got someone curious to see the Manotaurs, and I need the manliest dude around to come with me!"

The duo had a pretty fond memory of the Manotaurs, but after Jeremy left, Sid hadn't ventured out there as much. She always thought of Jeremy as the one the Manotaurs respected for his go-getter nature and willingness to push forward. So, with him gone, she didn't feel like she was as welcomed. Not that she ever asked or tried, which was odd, being nervous wasn't in her nature, but maybe it was just the fact that a duo's start had to have a duo's finish, too. And it didn't feel right otherwise?

"Manotaur?" Ludwig questioned with a slight nervous tone.

"You were curious about mysteries around here, right? That's why you were gonna talk to the weird person with the recorder? Well I'm showing 'em something cool, and you can come, too! I bet they'd like having new guys around."

"There's dozens of things wrong with what you said, but I am curious." Ludwig admitted, looking at the group with uncertainty.

"Might as well make it a party! So anyone wanting to go on an awesome adventure better speak up, 'cause we gotta go sooner than later!" This four-eyed guy could be useful, actually. Maybe Avery would feel more comfortable if she wasn't the only newbie around- Oh, yeah! Sid nodded to herself that she could for sure pitch that to the girl when she came out, which wasn't long after Sid tried gathering up a posse.

Clapping her hands together, she approached Avery with a grin. "Don't gotta worry about being new to town, since I found another person just as curious that rolled in today!" She said, gesturing to the four-eyes behind her with a thumb. Who, upon noticing this gesture, raised an eyebrow at the look in his direction, but otherwise didn't comment.

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Lugu did give Laharl the chance to go to the bazaar and try to buy an item with his newfound profits