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With an expert roll, Naja dodged to the side and avoided the Falcon Dive attack completely. The large axe, crackling with energy, struck not but asphalt before fizzling out of existence entirely. The only evidence it had ever been was a not so inconsiderate crack in the pavement, a good half foot deep. She charged forward at the man, who charged himself. So long as he was facing South, Pacho would not let up his relentless assault. The Swiss cyborg moved in with a feint, but he did not care. One fighting with reason and analysis in his style would have thought about a response, attempted to block or dodge around, and possibly get tripped up by the feint. However one who knew only aggression just fought through the feint, caring not how to best dodge, block, or counter. As such he manifested another weapon, this one a blunt gunstock warclub, and swung it straight down with both hands for a mighty blow. The club landed on the space of skin between the shoulder and chest with impressive force, though it was only a glancing blow thanks to the angle of her body during her kick. Her own cybernetic leg connected with Pacho's unguarded right side, knocking him a good few feet and sweeping him about 90 degrees. His weapon vanished, as all the others did, and he recovered quickly back to his feet. However something was clearly off about the man.

Pacho's side was black with bruising from the mechanical kick. Such a blow would have normally broken bones or crippled a man who took it full on, unguarded. That he was still able to fight, even through intense pain, was a testament to the Native American man's constitution. "West to take down the opponent. I will no longer hold anything back. Prepare to face my most powerful technique!" Pacho's stance altered slightly. No longer did he look as someone ready to bash or cut his enemy with an invisible weapon, but he was more balanced in his own body, more even. He crouched down, then sprang upward with tremendous speed and height, more than ten feet into the air! "The technique for which I am named, Thunderbird Clash!" His entire body glowed a bright yellow and energy crackled in the air. His chi took on a physical form surrounding him, completely blocking Pacho's body from sight. He resembled a large golden bird, surging with power. Talons extended, he shot straight down toward Naja like a bolt of lightning at a 45 degree angle.

Meanwhile, Sam had opted to take O-Chul's own final attack head on. He didn't have many options considering the vast speed difference, and so he charged straight into the orb of chi with an impressive shoulder check. The attack collided into the ball of his shoulder with impressive force, enough even to injured him through sheer blunt trauma alone. Not only did it dislocate his shoulder from the socket, but it also ripped away his entire sleeve leaving his bare skin exposed for the others to see.

The chi ball absorbed the impact and shot backward with even greater speed and force than it started with. O-Chul's eyes grew wide as the inevitable raced toward him. To avoid his own attack by virtue of his own speed he would have needed to be in prime condition, and even then only barely would make it by the skin of his teeth. His damaged leg made such a feat impossible. He could have used his shadow glide technique but had been far too liberal in his use of special techniques in this fight already, and was tapped out. All he could do was cross his arms to brace for impact, laughing madly the whole way. His signature super art, the Thæng bx lbīch, struck true, shattering the bones in both his arms and sending him flying back twenty feet on hard pavement, losing a lot of skin in the process. O-Chul was unconscious, completely and thoroughly defeated, yet he wore a gleeful smile across his face.

However with the loss of O-Chul did not follow the removal of him as a dangerous influence on the battle, for his Thæng bx lbīch continued to fly about. After hitting its creator it struck a randomly parked car, destroying half the thing before flying toward a building. Huge chunks of concrete broke off as it bounced from there toward its next target randomly chosen by physics: it would collide into the duo of Naja and Pacho at the exact moment the Thunderbird Clash technique landed.




Pacho: Super Art discovered - Thunderbird Clash - Pacho envelops himself in a cloak of chi so thick he appears to become a golden bird made of living lightning, then streaks toward the opponent in a display of power and speed. His body is invulnerable to harm from all but the largest, most powerful attacks in this state, making dodging far more practical. It comes with a dangerous recovery time afterward.
Courier 6 and Ratchet

Level 4 - (36/40) EXP (+2), Level 4 - (6/40)
Location: Castle Garden, Castle Kitchen
Word Count: 1169


Ratchet listened to Blazermate’s own take on the matter of the teleporters and had to admit, she had some merit to the idea. Well, he had to admit it inside his own head. Verbally is came out more like this. ”Well, uh, I guess that could, maybe, you know…” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“It would seem she has made you uncomfortable, hehehehehe!” Clank threw in, manifesting quickly, then vanishing as soon as he came. Ratchet reacted to the apparent betrayal with an exaggerated gesticulation of the arms, but his little robot buddy was already gone. Feeling defeated, he slumped down, then spoke back to Blazermate as she tested out the teleporter with a loaf of bread.

”Sometimes, no matter how much you’ve worked on these things, the obvious answer can slip right by you. It’s good to have an amateur’s point of view on hand. Really.” Whew, that was a good recovery! No doubt about it! Now, how exactly would he be able to convert both units to be senders and receivers? They couldn’t both be on simultaneously, for one. Once deployed, both would have to be reset before you could switch which one was opening the wormhole, or else you might risk someone jumping in at the wrong moment and… Yeah, that wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Welp! Time to open up each one and see what hardware was unique to each and see if he could replicate it in the other!




The Courier spent some time staring at the majestic life before him, the cartoonish dinosaur and the giant blue beetle munching happily, whilst the two clothed rabbit creatures resembling Peach and Mario got up to some hijinks in the background. As his eyes focused on the beetle, his stomach growled. That bug looked like it’d make some good burgers. Maybe some beetle kebobs. If he got to slice it open and explore its anatomy, maybe some new chems, or bug nectar? Then it looked up and smiled happily at the Courier and Din.

“Cross! Heracross!”

Damn. He couldn’t eat that adorable big guy. Best to put such thoughts aside. Besides, the princess was cooking a feast right now, wasn’t she? Oh, hey, Din made some plant baskets. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had hardly notic-”BLUUUUUGH!” Vomit proceeded to propel from the desert man’s mouth like a rocket, soiling a good amount of the grass around him. It just kept on coming! The beetle and Yoshi looked at him with concern, while the rabbids had stopped their shenanigans to stare awkwardly, clearly finding it incredibly unpleasant. The Mario one began mocking him, even.

After a good minute of vomiting, it had finally passed. The Courier straightened up, wiped his mouth, and recovered in an instant as though this were something that happened every day. ”Withdraw. Jet is an amazing chem, but withdraw is such a bitch.” He picked up his basket and went to work picking plants and flowers from the garden, taking special care to locate a large bag of fertilizer. That would be the most important find of this whole jaunt. The rabbids avoided him like the plague.

Once he had finished, the Courier noticed that Din was already gone. Wait, had she ever been there to begin with? Was Din possibly… A GHOOOOOST?! He shrugged. Wouldn’t have been the first time. Oh wait, feast. Yeah, that’s probably where she went. Food. His stomach growled again.

”The princess made us all a feast for liberating this castle,” he said aloud, making eye contact with nobody but speaking to the lot of them. ”I’m going to get my grub, if y’all want to come.” He left the invitation open for the others as he left the garden. The beetle and Yoshi quickly followed behind, understanding him completely and very willing to get more food. The Mario and Peach rabbids slowly followed behind, taking careful steps to avoid the large pool of stomach content, before suddenly breaking out into a full run after the others, ears hanging back in the wind.




The Courier arrived in the mess hall, heracross, Yoshi, Mario and Peach rabbids close behind, as discussions about what to do next were underway. A large map (which suddenly shrank down courtesy of another turtle thing, this one looking like one of those LARPers in a cheap wizard outfit) seemed to be the hot button at the moment. Others debated whether or not to split up, the dangers inherent in doing so, something about teleporters, so on and so forth. And apparently Bowser had a son that was going to fix up go karts?

Courier Six casually grabbed a large turkey leg and began eating it as he moved on over to the map. It seemed to be hand drawn, so perhaps not the best of scaling, but it served a good purpose of showing what this new Galleem-controlled world was like. Holding the turkey leg in his mouth, he pulled up the map function of his pip-boy and copied the contents down for personal reference. As he explored the regions they’d be automatically corrected, but for now it was good to have.

”I don’t know anything about teleporters and whatnot, but whatever we can do to maximize our mobility is good. I won’t be taking any kart unless someone else drives. More of a walker, myself.” He took another bite of the turkey leg, thinking that it sure as hell beat 200 year old pre-war food crammed with preservatives, but wasn’t as tasty as a nice bloatfly slider. ”As for the other enemies like that last one, I think we should still cover more ground. We’ll come across and recruit more allies along the way, same as we did starting out here.”

As the Courier spoke, his entourage rushed in and made a mess of things. The heracross beetle jumped up on one of the tables and began devouring whatever sweet things it could get its mouth on. Yoshi immediately caught sight of Princess Peach and ran to her side, nuzzling up alongside her, before sticking his long tongue out and grabbing a large dish, pulling it straight into his mouth with a loud gulp. The rabbids alternated between leapfrogging and cartwheeling across the room until they landed into two empty chairs, whereupon their manners sudden shifted and they began eating food very politely. Well, mocking politeness, but they at least weren’t causing a ruckus.

Courier Six seemed completely ignorant to the chaos his entourage had caused. ”I’m gonna go cook up some chems and healing items.If anyone wants some, let me know. I got stuff that’ll heal ya up good, make ya stronger, smarter, faster, or just feel really damn good. It’ll take me a hot minute though, so get yer requests in now.”
Yes I feel that way. Why would I bring it up if I didn’t? Sure I’d still control his voice and actions awake, but those would be incredibly minor in the grand scheme of things, and as stated before basically inconsequential to the actual meat of the game: stand battles. As for controlling when he falls asleep and wakes up, those are decisions to be made based on narrative structure, not tactical convenience. If you feel you can’t trust me to play my character fairly, then fine. You ultimately decide what you do and do not want in the game that you run. But just tell me that so I know whether or not to skedadle on out.
Nothing about the character is convenient. While awake he’s useless in a stand battle, or most situations. While asleep his stand is as likely to attack friends as it is foes. He’s designed to be challenging to play and interact with intentionally. Taking away my control over when he’s in which state is literally taking away the only control I have outside of specifically how ES tries to wreck everyone’s day. At that point you may as well make him a NPC and cut out the middle man.
I’d really rather it not be determined by GM discretion or random die rolls. Also it still has the same stats regardless of what form it shifts into, with maybe little variations within the same grade scale. It’s the same power wearing a different skin, so to speak.
Here’s mine again.
Cassim and Iago


Cassim shrugged his head to the side in an amused gesture as not only the three little children expressed some measure of joy to having two new traveling companions, but the skeleton did as well. In fact this Jack character seemed to be overjoyed at the prospect of hanging around the King of Thieves! He wouldn't want to disappoint, would he? Iago had other thoughts on the matter.

"Cassim, you really think following around literal monsters is a good idea?" he criticized, not caring that the "monsters" in question could easily hear him.

"What is life without a little risk, my friend?" Cassim asked back, smile beaming. Iago flumped on the man's shoulder in clear disappointment.

"A lot longer," he sighed.

That's when something else caught Cassim's attention. He could hear footsteps coming from behind, very light against the cobblestone road. Someone was sneaking up on them, someone with decent skills. Cassim would have been content to ignore them in order to live and let live, but unfortunately their self-control was lacking, and they gasped in the unmistakable voice of a woman. Cassim turned round to spy a dark skinned woman of exotic garb, unquestionably one of the Romani people he had only just recently described to Iago. The children looked over the woman with curiosity, but Jack was quick to go on the defensive in an attempt to control the damage.

"Yes, nothing to be afraid of. Merely a thief and his talking bird having a conversation with an abnormally tall skeleton, his ghostly hound, and three children in a bathing tub in the middle of a dark alleyway." He understood the utter absurdity of the situation and simply had to voice it out loud. Both to fully remind himself of the circumstances he found himself in and to use as a bargaining chip. "An utterly unbelievable situation, so you know that if you sought help nobody would come to your aid. Instead, why not join the conversation?"

"Raaaawk! Conversation!" Iago mimicked in his natural parrot-voice, intent on pretending he was a normal animal in this insanity.
Just as Sam had predicted, O-Chul launched into a reckless offensive, caring not the least about his own safety and defense. His injured leg made running the gap between the two of them rather painful, so he opted instead to use his technique, Shadow Glide, to cover the distance without wasting any effort. As soon as he arrived he thrust his right arm in an attack toward the giant man, succeeding in landing his fist, then his elbow, against Sam's hardened gut. Pulling that arm back he thrust his left arm in for the same move, this time landing right into Sam's outstretched palm. The giant's hand clenched over O-Chul's comparatively smaller fist, locking the fighter in place as he received a mighty blow from Sam's other hand.

In an effort to defend himself, O-Chul raised his other arm to guard, blocking with the metal armor he wore over the forearm. It absorbed most of the impact, but still the fighter was knocked back a good few feet, and the force cracked open the arm guard. Metal clinked against the ground as it fell, now useless. O-Chul struggled to take his stance again, the attempt at bracing against that blow clearly having done a number on his already injured leg. "Damn. Looks like I've got to try to end this thing right now. You're tougher than I gave you credit for, big guy! That means you get the honor of witnessing my grand technique. I hope you carry the honor of the memory with you to Hell! Thæng bx lbīch!"

O-Chul spread his fists from one another where a small ball of dark blue light began to glow, suspended in the air. It grew and grew to impressive size, about the same as a beach ball, when he thrust both fists into the energy sphere together in a simultaneous power punch, launching it directly at Sam with high speed!

As the battle between Sam and O-Chul was beginning to wrap up, the scuffle between Naja and Pacho was only just getting started. The Native American warrior respected his European adversary as she regained her ground and spoke to him, not wanting to interrupt. At the mention of Okichitaw he gave a polite but curt nod. However her questions seemed to fall on deaf ears, as he elected to say nothing, nor indicate he had even heard her at all. This was a fight, and he seemed to be wholly dedicated to their fists.

The cyborg woman shot right for him in an aggressive display, and he returned the effort in much the same way: aggression versus aggression. Both charged forward meeting at some middle ground, whereupon Pacho manifested another of his lightning tomahawks, this time swinging in a wide diagonal hacking motion. The Swiss cyborg had prepared herself for an aggressive maneuver and readied a counter, zipping in closer, making the wide swing awkward and unfeasible, wherein she proceeded to grab his arm and attempt to twist it behind his back. The weapon fizzled out of existence as quickly as it was created, but Naja's plan did not go perfectly. Rather than fighting against her grip, against clearly superior strength, he kept up the aggressive tactics by lifting a knee straight up, catching Naja in the midsection. He did not get off free from this grapple either, as her special technique, the bolstered spear, blasted him right in the chest. The end result was both fighters getting knocked back with noticeable damage.

But Pacho wasn't done yet. So long as he remained facing South Pacho kept up a relentless assault that was comparable to his partner's fighting style. "Falcon dive!" He took a single step forward in a swinging motion with his dominant hand. In a flash another tomahawk manifested, this one significantly larger, at least as big as a woodcutting axe. He released his grip, but unlike the previous instances of using this power, it did not fizzle back into air. Instead it flew through the air at Naja, spinning all the way, threatening to chop into her torso like a log of wood.




O-Chul: All special techniques used.
All super arts used.
Super Art Discovered - Thæng bx lbīch (Translation: Beachball Spike) - The user generates a large ball of chi with amplified kinetic properties and spikes it at an opponent. It carries enough kinetic force to smash cars, and uses the opposing directional force of impact to bounce around, making it a largely unpredictable pinball of doom.

Pacho: Fighting Style Discovered - Okichitaw - A relatively modern martial art that combines traditions and movements from multiple native tribes of the Americas. Most movements use weapon-based stances and strike with the forearms, and the style draws upon tribal wisdom of the 4 cardinal directions. Pacho himself has altered the style to include quick chi-based strikes to manifest weapons.
Special Technique discovered - Falcon Dive - The user manifests a large axe or tomahawk made of chi with an electrical element and hurls it toward the opponent.
So @ManyThings are we getting a. OOC anytime soon?
I would argue that with its ability and speed, it wouldn’t need to be an A rank in power. A single D or C strike would have the same, if not greater, impact as an A strike, with the benefit of being able to continue over time.

Edit: Unless you want to go with the explanation that it gets that A rank specifically because of the ability. Sometimes stand stats take ability into account, sometimes it's just pure raw physical ability. It's inconsistent and weird that way.
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