Raijinslayer

You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo

I wonder what it's going to be like. . .

Seo wondered briefly as he walked through the front gates of Isshin with a suitcase in hand and a sports bag over his shoulder. Pulling the scarf around his neck a bit tighter, he breathed out a sigh, watching his fristed breath rise up as he thought about how he should kill the next hour or so. He'd spent the train ride engaging in people watching for the most part and even saw one of the more interesting figures stomp pass him in some perpetual huff. He wasn't sure exactly the girl was so pissed off and tense for her first day of school, but he figured it wasn't any of his business. . . at least not yet.

Moving on from the tall horned giant, he turned his attention to another figure who looked just about ready to collapse to the floor. He must've run all the way from the train station, though why he did that when they still had an hour before opening ceremonies was beyond Seo's ability to comprehend. With a shrug and a grin, Seo walked over to the early morning rusher with a grin, deciding that it might be better to start the year off with a greeting than a prank. There'd be time for plenty of those later, but first impressions were everything.

With his eyes literally shining as he came up to the tall boy's side, he gave him a tap on the shoulder, drawing his attention his way before presenting a small white card to him. Printed out was the following.

~Hello, Stranger! My Name's Yasuhide Seo and because of a medical condition, I am unable to speak. I tend to use the whiteboard around my neck for faster communication, but I am fluent in JSL so please let me know if you know it as well so we can have an easier time chatting. Also, please be sure to hand this card back when you're done reading it, as it's a real hassle to get a new one if I lose it. Please and thank you~

While the boy read his card, Seo was quick to pull up his whiteboard, pulling off the cap of a blue marker that was hanging around his neck to write a quick follow up question, stating a simplified version of the question in JSL with his free hand by tapping four fingers against the center of his chest then once again towards his shoulder. He found that, more often than not, people got at least basic signs if he used them along with his whiteboard enough, just through sheer association. Best to start the habit up hear with one person, as he had no one around to rely on for more translations as far as he knew.

~Are you okay? You look pretty winded despite us having an hour till the ceremony~
@DruSM157

Arknights - Project Neptune

Thunderer

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BASIC INFO [Code Name] Thunderer [Age] 22 [Gender] Male [Combat Experience] 2 years [Place of Birth] N/A [Date of Birth] N/A [Race] Sarkaz [Height] 180cm [Infection Status] Infected as confirmed by medical report. PHYSICAL EXAM [Physical Strength] Excellent [Mobility] Standard [Physical Resistance] Standard [Tactical Acumen] Excellent [Combat Ability] Qualified [Originium Arts Assimilation] Outstanding

Profile Thunderer is a mystery, even to himself. He bares little knowledge of any events prior to his discovery by Retra Operators after a large electrical disturbance was detected in Sarkaz territory. Instead of finding signs of a brewing catastrophe, however, the team would discover the smoldering ruins of a hidden weapon testing facility of some sort, though it bore no identifying markings to identify who had been in charge of it. The reasons for this secrecy were quickly apparent. Further investigation would reveal that whoever had been behind this facility had been using Infected Civilians as test subjects for Arts-enhancement experiments, increased table Originium Production, and other similarly heinous acts. It is impossible to extrapolate how much success was had in these endeavors, however, as there was only one living soul in the entire facility. A 15-year-old Thunderer, unconscious in the remains of a hospital bed, surrounded by numerous electrical scorch marks that radiated out from him like a spider's web. Ever since this discovery, Retra's medical division has taken to making the young Sarkaz a bit of a pet project, helping to reign in the quite severe Originium infection he suffers from, as well as the high level of innate Arts talent he possesses. While it is impossible to tell if his abilities are due to the success of the cruel methods employed upon him or a natural talent with Arts, Thunderer has shown to have a high aptitude when given the proper guidance and training in the applications of his gifts and often shows enthusiasm for learning to make better use of his abilities when given the chance. However, it was during his first mission as an Operator, a position he seemed greatly eager to under-take to thank those who'd taken care of him, that the true depths of his condition was uncovered. While able to perform as an extremely effective Caster-class Operator in training sims, proving capable of wide-scale destructive power with little issue, the true stresses of the battlefield revealed his mental rigidity to and control over this power to not be as solid as it initially appeared. While the resulting. . . *[I]incident[/i] caused by Thunderer panic attack did not result in any serious injuries or casualties for the Operation team, the same could not be said for the surrounding landscape that got caught up in the electrical maelstrom. Ever since that day, Thunderer has taken to more backline duties that keep him out of the direct line of fire, focusing on more supportive uses for his Arts while also seeking psychiatric help him keep his calm in high-stress environments. The success of these treatments has been marginal, but progressive. Clinical Analysis Thunderer is suffering a very critical state of infection, with Originium residing in both his muscle tissue and skeletal systems in worrying amounts. While usually able to function in a standard capacity, he often sometimes suffers from thoughts of intense joint pain or muscle spasms, particularly after a mission where he has needed to make extensive use of Arts. Not only that, but it seems that whatever experimentation that was done to him prior to his arrival at Retra has made it extremely difficult for Thunderer to reign in his abilities. As such, even in his normal day to day life, it is not uncommon for a number of electrostatic phenomena to form around him. As such, when not on duty, he often wears insulated rubber gloves so as to not accidentally shock others or possibly damage important and delicate machinery while under examination. However, interestingly enough, the presence of Originium in his bones and muscles have to lead to a higher density and strength in these systems, allowing him a much higher level of physical power and durability then one would normally expect of an Operator of his experience. While he has not taken much more than basic hand-to-hand combat training at this juncture, these mutations have to lead to him being able to carry quite substantial loads with relative ease, often making him a prime candidate for fielding heavier pieces of equipment, which he takes to doing happily. Another minor note, however, is the case of his horns. They appear to have been cut down to the bare nubs and despite being part of Retra for quite some time, have yet to even begin growing back despite numerous treatments by the medical staff. It is currently unknown why this is to be the case, but it is best to not bring it up in Thunderer's presence as the subject often brings him discomfort and some stress which, as noted above, can lead to unnessecary hazards. [Cell-Originium Assimilation] 20% Patient features a number of light blue ore-legions spreading across his skin, with a heavy concentration of such markings appearing over his heart. X-ray imaging also shows accumulation to be present within his skeletal and muscular systems beneath the skin along with dark blurry shapes surrounding other organs. The patient's infection is currently properly controlled and crystals show no sign of spreading. [Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.43u/L Blood Crystal Density is slowly increasing and is currently being managed by a secondary treatment regimen carried out by the Medic Team. Attached File: Combat Test Summary Despite the potential risks that have been noted when fielding this Operator, it would be inaccurate to say he is not an important asset to nearly any Operation. As previously mentioned, Thunderer has developed his own specialized wands with the help of R&D which, when deployed in the field, proves to be extremely effective in hindering enemy advances due to the intense paralytic nature of the bolts launched forth. It has been noted that this non-lethal functionality is accomplished by thee wands siphoning off a portion of the Arts channeled through them, accumulating in a special battery that the operative wears around his hip. After a certain level of charge has been accumulated, Thunderer can channel this energy into an Arts field centered on himself. This field bestows upon anyone he considers an ally with increased awareness and reaction time to external stimuli due to forming an increased reception of one's nervous system. For any dangerous elements within the field, they'll find themselves hit with an effect much the opposite, their perceptions dulled and reactions restricted as it feels as if their own body is fighting against them. While channeling this field, however, Thunderer himself is rather vulnerable as he directs all his focus into the chant. He is only able to manage minimal movement from whatever location he has chosen to hunker down in to cast this spell, and is unable to attack for fear of losing control over the field. Operatives have noted that while under the effect of this spell, their bodies are often seen to spark with errant bits of electrical energy, as well as the approximate range of the field being measured due to an apparition not dissimilar to a bank of thunderclouds appearing overhead. Speaking of his engineering talents, it would be prudent to note that Thunderer has proven a surprisingly quick study in the fields of Originium-based Science and technology, picking up incredibly complicated topics and theories with an ease that suggests a previous knowledge of them. However, given his current state of amensia, it is currently impossible to say for certain if the Operator is more than what he seems or just a prodigy in the making. Whatever the case, his eagerness to learn and experiment combined with his attentive nature make it not unlikely that he will attempt to 'improve' the gear of any team he is assigned to work with. It is recommended to take these modifications with a grain of salt and handled with a great amount of care. Despite his knowledge, it would be inaccurate to say that Thunderer is not prone to taking shortcuts in testing when it comes to his experiments, and as such, his upgrades can at times be a bit haphazard. Make use of his offers at your own risk. — Dr. Makano, Department of Operations

Here's my write-up. A bit messy, but I think it gets the general idea across. Put some stuff in for later use once the RP has gone on for a bit, but right now I think this should fit in nicely.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Thunderer

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BASIC INFO [Code Name] Thunderer [Age] 22 [Gender] Male [Combat Experience] 2 years [Place of Birth] N/A [Date of Birth] N/A [Race] Sarkaz [Height] 180cm [Infection Status] Infected as confirmed by medical report. PHYSICAL EXAM [Physical Strength] Excellent [Mobility] Standard [Physical Resistance] Standard [Tactical Acumen] Excellent [Combat Ability] Qualified [Originium Arts Assimilation] Outstanding

Profile Thunderer is a mystery, even to himself. He bares little knowledge of any events prior to his discovery by Retra Operators after a large electrical disturbance was detected in Sarkaz territory. Instead of finding signs of a brewing catastrophe, however, the team would discover the smoldering ruins of a hidden weapon testing facility of some sort, though it bore no identifying markings to identify who had been in charge of it. The reasons for this secrecy were quickly apparent. Further investigation would reveal that whoever had been behind this facility had been using Infected Civilians as test subjects for Arts-enhancement experiments, increased table Originium Production, and other similarly heinous acts. It is impossible to extrapolate how much success was had in these endeavors, however, as there was only one living soul in the entire facility. A 15-year-old Thunderer, unconscious in the remains of a hospital bed, surrounded by numerous electrical scorch marks that radiated out from him like a spider's web. Ever since this discovery, Retra's medical division has taken to making the young Sarkaz a bit of a pet project, helping to reign in the quite severe Originium infection he suffers from, as well as the high level of innate Arts talent he possesses. While it is impossible to tell if his abilities are due to the success of the cruel methods employed upon him or a natural talent with Arts, Thunderer has shown to have a high aptitude when given the proper guidance and training in the applications of his gifts and often shows enthusiasm for learning to make better use of his abilities when given the chance. However, it was during his first mission as an Operator, a position he seemed greatly eager to under-take to thank those who'd taken care of him, that the true depths of his condition was uncovered. While able to perform as an extremely effective Caster-class Operator in training sims, proving capable of wide-scale destructive power with little issue, the true stresses of the battlefield revealed his mental rigidity to and control over this power to not be as solid as it initially appeared. While the resulting. . . *[I]incident[/i] caused by Thunderer panic attack did not result in any serious injuries or casualties for the Operation team, the same could not be said for the surrounding landscape that got caught up in the electrical maelstrom. Ever since that day, Thunderer has taken to more backline duties that keep him out of the direct line of fire, focusing on more supportive uses for his Arts while also seeking psychiatric help him keep his calm in high-stress environments. The success of these treatments has been marginal, but progressive. Clinical Analysis Thunderer is suffering a very critical state of infection, with Originium residing in both his muscle tissue and skeletal systems in worrying amounts. While usually able to function in a standard capacity, he often sometimes suffers from thoughts of intense joint pain or muscle spasms, particularly after a mission where he has needed to make extensive use of Arts. Not only that, but it seems that whatever experimentation that was done to him prior to his arrival at Retra has made it extremely difficult for Thunderer to reign in his abilities. As such, even in his day to day life, it is not unexpected to see something akin to a cloud bank follow him around, sometimes producing localized rainstorms or(somewhat worryingly) thunderstorms depending on his mood. Such phenomena are usually harmless, but when placed in more high-stress scenarios, it can be a problem. However, interestingly enough, the presence of Originium in his bones and muscles have to lead to a higher density and strength in these systems, allowing him a much higher level of physical power and durability then one would normally expect of an Operator of his experience. While he has not taken much more than basic hand-to-hand combat training at this juncture, these mutations have to lead to him being able to carry quite substantial loads with relative ease, often making him a prime candidate for fielding heavier pieces of equipment, which he takes to doing happily. Another minor note, however, is the case of his horns. They appear to have been cut down to the bare nubs and despite being part of Retra for quite some time, have yet to even begin growing back despite numerous treatments by the medical staff. It is currently unknown why this is to be the case, but it is best to not bring it up in Thunderer's presence as the subject often brings him discomfort and some stress which, as noted above, can lead to unnessecary hazards. [Cell-Originium Assimilation] 20% Patient features a number of light blue ore-legions spreading across his skin, with a heavy concentration of such markings appearing over his heart. X-ray imaging also shows accumulation to be present within his skeletal and muscular systems beneath the skin along with dark blurry shapes surrounding other organs. The patient's infection is currently properly controlled and crystals show no sign of spreading. [Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.43u/L Blood Crystal Density is slowly increasing and is currently being managed by a secondary treatment regimen carried out by the Medic Team. Attached File: Combat Test Summary Despite the potential risks that have been noted when fielding this Operator, it would be inaccurate to say he is not an important asset to nearly any Operation. His skill with Arts focused mainly on the effect of weather manipulation, creating rolling banks of clouds and mist to hide the movements of his allies, along with the activation of electrons in the air to launch electrical discharges at opponents. Rather than the use of standard stats and Wands, the Operator in question uses a pair of custom-made and designed wands that take a shape similar to over-sized revolvers, apparently as a tribute to one of the few pleasant memories that have returned to him in his time with Retra. While odd in design, they prove to be effective, holding shards of Originium in the 'clip' to fuel his more basic Arts attacks. He has also begun designing a larger form of these wands, though the purpose of it is as of yet unknown to everyone, even the R&D team that is helping him fine-tune it. It will likely be some time before we see it come to the field proper, however, but worth mentioning none the less. Speaking of his engineering talents, it would be prudent to note that Thunderer has proven a surprisingly quick study in the fields of Originium-based Science and technology, picking up incredibly complicated topics and theories with an ease that suggests a previous knowledge of them. However, given his current state of amensia, it is currently impossible to say for certain if the Operator is more than what he seems or just a prodigy in the making. Whatever the case, his eagerness to learn and experiment combined with his attentive nature make it not unlikely that he will attempt to 'improve' the gear of any team he is assigned to work with. It is recommended to take these modifications with a grain of salt and handled with a great amount of care. Despite his knowledge, it would be inaccurate to say that Thunderer is not prone to taking shortcuts in testing when it comes to his experiments, and as such, his upgrades can at times be a bit haphazard. Make use of his offers at your own risk. — Dr. Makano, Department of Operations

Arknights - Project Neptune

Yeah, that'd be appreciated thank ya very much.

Arknights - Project Neptune

This RP still closed?

You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo WIP

S e o

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Yasuhide Seo

_Age

15

_Origin

TBD

_{Physical Description}

Seo's a mostly average looking for a boy his age, standing at around 5'5 and tending towards pretty average clothes for the most part. Stuff like grey jeans, button-up shirts, light mono-color jackets, and so on. He does have some form of vanity though, often tying up his hair in a messy rat-tail style whenever he goes out. His eyes are a warm golden haze in coloration and tend to light up anytime he uses his quirk, though when he gets tired, they tend to fade into a strange dull grey as if to symbolize his lack of energy. The only other notable thing to mention about him, however, is the rather nasty looking scar that covers the base of his throat and is extended down the whole of his chest by a set of surgical scars. While this injury is mostly healed and doesn't keep him from doing strenuous activity, he has long since lost his ability to speak because of the damage to his vocal cords.

Aside from that, he's often seen wearing a few patches attached to his belt that hold a number of metal balls of varying sizes, as well as his trusty Aluminum bat, -kun.

_{Characterization}

Most people wouldn't think that Seo had been through a traumatic event just by talking to him. He jokes around, goes out to hang with people, plays pranks, and in general doesn't seem to take much of anything seriously. However, those who he used to be close to him know that things aren't quite the same as before. He's more distant than before, never really calling anyone by a nickname that isn't itself some kind of joke, despite being the type to think of pet names to the point of annoyance. When he goes out with others he often doesn't interact beyond the occasional word, seeming to be there more to keep up with what's expected rather than any desire to actually be there.

Not only that but there are times where he can take his jokes a bit further than is in good taste. It's not a purposeful thing, often only happening when he gets overwhelmed by a situation or when he finds himself feeling irritated with the person in question. He often feels guilty about the words as soon as they leave his mouth, but rarely tries to make amends or take them back. This isn't because he's too prideful to admit wrong-doing,but because he doesn't see much point in trying to cover up for his behavior. The action has been done, the words can't be taken back and any attempt to soften the blow of them likely rings hollow. So he lives with the fallout and tries to act like he either doesn't care about what he said or that he didn't realize that he'd don't in the first place.

_{Personal History}

Seo was just a regular kid. He had a crush, he watched movies, idolized heroes, and dreaded school. He often told himself this as he traveled to his father's place of residence in one of his many stints of running away from home. He told himself this every time his dad had to drive him home, lecturing him about how he shouldn't make trouble for his mother's new family. . . but never before stopping for some ramen or takoyaki from a local stand.

Seo knew that his dad had been involved in something dangerous a while back, his mother had often told him such whenever he came back along with all the other troubles his leaving had caused for her and her new husband and their new daughter. But he'd always thought that the hero who hung around his dad's house would protect him. That's why he was there, after all. As such, it was a chilling experience when he came to his father's home only to find that no hero was nearby and the door had been broken down. What happened afterward was a blur of action, fear, and desperation. Seo recalls running inside, he recalls calling for help and even recalls a vague shape of a person standing over a still figure on the ground. A thick metallic scent hanging over it all, followed by an immense pain in his chest.

When he woke up in the hospital, the world felt. . . so much greyer. People apologized, though no one he knew and no one who was too sorry to not talk about his father when they thought he couldn't hear. Another thing that Seo remembers was how he had only seen his mother once or twice during his stay in the hospital, with hardly a word to say. But for Seo, the only thing that made him angry was whenever the hero came by. They tried to excuse themselves, to apologize, to ask forgiveness from a 13-year-old boy that might as well have been an orphan now. Instead, Seo just stayed quiet. Some doctors told him he couldn't talk, some others told him he wouldn't talk because of what he saw. But the only thing Seo cared about was returning to a normal if different life. His father was never one to grieve, so why should he?

The only thing he wanted to do right now was to prove that he was better than the hero who'd failed his dad. That's what he told himself every time he woke up to from a dream of that night, every time he felt a hard ball of emotion settle in the base of his gut. He didn't waste time before he started to study up on all of the hero schools and requirements. There was no time to rest, no time to process, no time to really feel as if he'd lost someone. As long as he kept working, kept pushing himself to be better than he was before. . . then his dad was right by his side, cheering him on like he always did.

At least. . . that's what he told himself.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

Seo s basically a big ball of issues pushed into a mostly chipper package. He does truly want to be a hero to help others, but deep down, he also just. . . feels a lot of anger and frustration with no clear target to point at so he makes a boogeyman of the villain that killed his father and stole his voice. It's a strange grey area where he wants to be a hero for both the right and wrong reasons.

As a result of this, I think he'll be fun to play with because his nature is innately somewhat two-faced and unknowingly antagonistic at times. He wants to help people and definitely feels that it's an important aspect of a hero to be like that, but at the same time, losing one of the few people he genuinely fosters a connection with after dealing such a cold home environment makes him naturally defensive to anyone trying to connect with him further. He can put on a face of friendship and lip service, but if people try to pull back the curtain, he tends to get a bit aggressive in his jokes and pranks, lashing out to keep people away so he doesn't have to risk losing someone again.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Pole-tergeist:Pole-target
Named by Seo after a few haunted house pranks, it's a quirk that is simple in execution but deceptively versatile in the ways it can be used. In its most basic form, this quirk allows him to place special markings on anything he touches with his palm or the back of his hand, imbuing them with a positive or negative charge. After the mark has been placed, he can activate it with a thought, connecting it to another active mark and causing an interaction between them based on whether the charges are the same of different. If the charges are different then the marked objects will pull towards each other, but if the charges are the same, then they'll push away from each other instead.

On top of that base premise, however, Seo has figured out how to do a few neat things with his ability due to experimenting with his quirk. Firstly, he can build up a stronger charge inside his body before placing a mark or activating one of the marks on his hands, causing it to emit a stronger magnet effect on whatever mark it's connected to. So instead of two objects interacting equally on each other, the stronger force overwhelms the opposing force first, and then the rest of the force is transferred over, meaning that he often needs to double the amount of energy if he wants to completely negate any blowback from his quirk, something that can obviously be very draining.

His other trick is that if he's wielding a metal object, he can use it as an extension of his body by pushing a constant charge through it. The charge allows him to place marks on others by making contact with the metal object, and the charge remains for about 30 seconds after leaving his hands, enabling him to throw these objects at others in order to mark them, thou the mark placed is usually weaker than his normal mark.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Atheletic: A baseball enthusiast like his father, Seo still tries to work in some practice here and there, not wanting to let his new desire to be a hero completely degrade his skill in his favorite hobby. He's a better pitcher than he is a batter, able to throw fastballs of up to 90mph with decent consistency.

Street Artist: Having spent more time traveling across Japan rather than staying at home, Seo used to have a few . . . questionable friends before the incident. While there life choices weren't something he agreed with, he enjoyed his time with them and still practice some of what they taught him, though he always tries to choose places to do it where it won't be quite as disruptive to the public. Abandon buildings and warehouses that are far from the public eye. He's. . . not great, but he's getting better. He doesn't practice on a large scale that much anymore, but it still takes some time to just chill out to an album after an intense workout or a real bad nightmare.

Foreign Music Enthusiast: Another aspect that he picked up from his street friends is an appreciation for foreign music, mostly hip-hop and the like. He doesn't really understand most of what he hears, but he looks up translations and relates to a good chunk of what a lot of the singers talk about. He finds the beats to be pleasant and likes to listen to it whenever he's exercising, painting, or whenever he needs to relax and just not think about anything for a while.

Self-sufficient: Seo's friends often joke that he'd make for a good housewife given that he's pretty good at doing housework for a boy his age. He often has to cook for himself, though he often sticks to small low-cost meals that are quick and don't take many ingrediants to work with due to having low funds and being on the move more often than not. He's pretty good with reading a map, often memorizes train schedules by heart, and often has a pack full of camping supplies in his room in case he ever needs to be alone for a few days.

My Hero Academia RP | Interest Check & Recruitment Ad

Dab

A Worldbuilding Exercise [Private]

Again sensations trembled through the earth, rousing the being as it felt something coil through its formless consciousness.

Irritation.

Shifting and writhing within the land's veins of magic, it lashes out. Mana surges forth, twisting and tearing at the earth, winds, and sky with its rage.

Action: Shape Climate

I4- Eternal Storm raging over the entire square, with only a single center of calm within the center

H21- Wild Magic pours into the area, dangerous and uncontained it lashes out at anything and everything, causing strange disfigurations within the area. A very hazardous place.

Action: Shape Land

P6- Rising upward into the sky and down into the earth are strange black crystals that spread like a disease. The largest of these crystals is an ebon spire that can be seen from miles upon miles away. From time to time, the stones pulse with red and golden energy, as if about to burst, before soon settling once more.

S5- A massive canyon range is carved into the earth, possessing cavernous caves within the rock faces that reached deep into the bowels of the land.

Points remaining: 1 of 11

A Worldbuilding Exercise [Private]

Within the bowels of the land . . . something stirs. It is slight, with little purpose or direction, reacting to something it does not know. Yet from the veins of the world, pulsing with the rush of magival power, it begins to think. It begins to wonder. It begins to form.

Nothing happens . . ..for now.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Bludmach: Outskirts

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As things seemed to settle into quiet. All that could be heard between the 4 was the gurgling of swamp gas and the ethereal creak of Klaus’ spiritual vessel sinking into the displaced muck of the marsh. As Kvasir stomped over to the finish of the creature, however, he’d find nothing but a few small red beads that seemed to have adorned the monster, cracked from the force of the impact.

Malon, lifting himself up with a pained groan as he did his best to get the most of the caustic gunk off of any exposed part of himself as he could with a gloved hand, looked around with a rather nervous energy.

“Hey, uh. . . Mr. Wolfman? Can that ship of yours fly by any chance? I don’t think the cart is going to be in proper shape af-GACK.” The soft-spoken Marsh Runners' words were cut off as a black tendril wrapped itself around his neck and slammed his head down onto the ground with a hard thud. His body went limp as from beneath him, the creature rose, though it’s figure was more. . .transparent than it had before. For Kvasir and Klaus, however, very little time would be afforded to ponder such things, as a sudden pressure around their ankles was all the warning they’d get before their legs were ripped out from underneath them, two more figures rising above them. Amorphous blobs of transparent mist and shadows with a pulsating red core at their center, the surprise attack would be followed by even more tendrils coiling around the two men in an attempt to push them into the caustic muck.

The most solid one, however, did not seem intent on staying. With a swiftness, it gathered up the limp body of Malon and started to fly across the Marsh in a jet of inky blackness, aiming to leave with the Runner rather than continue the fight.
@Asura@Severance@OwO

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White Harbor

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Team Bessie: Quest Start

As Serena gives a wave to see you on your quest, the three of you make your way to the docks. The sounds of waves breaking against the dock supports are nearly masked by the hustle and bustle of the excited fisherman looking eagerly towards the water and busy dock workers moving to and fro.

The reasoning for this excitement was quick to show itself, however, as from the depths of the bay a rather large creature sprung forth from the water jaws snapping at something overhead before it fell back into the waves. Waves that now rushed towards the dock, building up into some rather massive crests as they surged forth. However, before they could even get close, an array of runic sigils would pop up a little distance away from the docs, holding the massive surge of water back. If they looked, the group would see that on little rowboats not to far away from the barrier were a few men holding out there hands, likely the ones maintaining the barrier.

One such rowboat was pulling up to dock now, carrying in a rather exhausted looking young man who barely seemed to manage enough strength to tie his boat to the supports.

@Sanguine Rose@j8cob@pkken