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5 yrs ago
Current I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio



Hello! Welcome to my little bio.

Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).

Have some dancing medjed.

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Hmm...

I could have Sid do something.

Though, I am...unsure about how I feel NPCing an NPC based on a real life person.

Mostly because I have no idea who that person is and don't wanna write for them since I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it well.
@KoL

Well, Knowing Sil's dislike for pretty much...everyone who isn't a succubus by the name of Fran, It's probably going to be a bit of both.

But we'll see~

It'll be interesting at least.~

~Charlotte Lachance~


"Ayato-sama always said you're not really in pain if you have the strength to complain."

Charlotte stared up in mild disbelief at the Kitsune, before giving a sigh that ended in a small cough. Well, there were truth to her words. They were logical, at least. Unfortunately, she had the physical ability and fortitude of a crate of magically preserved noodles. She really shouldn't complain, should she? She had been fortunate enough to somehow survive that wreck after all. Besides, the Kitsune was nice enough to not completely ignore her like everyone else seemed to be doing, and was even nice enough to not snark back at her.

....

"Yeah...sorry." She would have asked for a hand up, but it seemed the Kitsune was already sauntering off. Well, how hard could it be to stand on her own at the moment?

"Oof." Charlotte sat up, somewhat wobbly and a bit dizzy. Her head pounded and she was still fairly certain she had a good bit of dehydration, but well, if she did stay there she was most certainly going to regret it. So, she forced herself to her feet...and promptly almost fell over again. She managed to catch herself in time though, but she still was somewhat unsteady.

"Well, might as well...try and make myself useful." She groaned, holding a hand to her hand. She might also should want to get out of her wet clothing...but she was remiss to let her cloak go. Not to mention, she didn't exactly have anything else to wear and it'd be a hassle to remove all of this.

...curse Astril and their stupid insistence she had to look 'presentable' to the 'barbarians'. She'd have much rather be wearing something simple than this getup, but it was something the Deacon wasn't going to be budging on, no matter what she did. No way in hell was she stripping like that Oni either.

"Going to have a look around inland, edge of the beach is all. If I find anything food wise I'll bring it back with me and likewise with wood, if anyone else is decides to come I won't stop you."

Through her thoughts, she heard someone voice that they were going inland. She quickly looked over at them. An...ogre? Curious. She had never met one before, as quite few were interested in learning anything in regards to science, magic, or other scholarly pursuits. Still, she wasn't adverse to their company as some of her...associates were back in Astril.

So, she walked over to him, albeit somewhat unsteadily. If he was going inland, she would go as well. Getting a look at some of the plants and...animals, would be something she would need to familiarize herself with.

"Ah! Wait a moment." She called after the Ogre. "I shall...be accompanying you if you don't mind." Another cough. Ugh, she probably still had a bit of seawater in her lungs.


~Sevita Lanka~


It seemed some people were divided on what they should do. Not a good sign, really. If everyone went off and did their own thing, then there was a good chance of trouble happening. The Garuda frowned, placing a hand on her chin and giving a moment of thought. She was definitely a bit hungry, so food should be a priority for everyone. Fresh water and food were key to living after all. The forest back home provided for most of them, so she had never really had to search for water or even serious hunt that much.

Still, if there were a few heading towards the shipwreck in an attempt to salvage from it, then she was probably better spent with using her abilities elsewhere. Still, her strength would likely also come in handy with salvaging things. She doubted she could match the Oni in terms of physical strength, but the two of them should be able to move heavy wooden beams and other things without hassle.

"I agree, strong One." She replied to the Oni. "I will help with the salvage." Since she could fly, it would definitely help with things as well. She could easily aerial lift things out of the way if she had too.

So she followed both the Oni and Thanox over to the wreckage, in hopes of salvaging things.
Apologies for taking awhile. I intended for it to be up eariler today, but my internet decided to crap out on me at the very moment I hit 'post'

On a side note.

Another Machina?

Goddamn, we could use some more angels here.

...Ya'll motherfuckers need jesus Deva.


~Silana Delacroix~


This mist was absolutely...pleasing. Ever so pleasing. The corrosion. Decay. It pleased her. It would decay the corpses of the fallen to be sure, but...mix that with her own abilities, and perhaps she could get creative? Bestowing her own corroding blood into her minions had always failed in some manner, as it was tied directly to her soul, and could not last all that long outside of her body. She had created undead corroding zombies before using other means...but...hmm...

She'd have to speak with whoever owned this mist. Perhaps something could be gained from a brief collaboration.

But those weren't thoughts that one should ponder whilst on the field. The mist was of little concern to her and her undead horde for the moment. An afterthought. Nothing more than a fly trying to bother a dragon. Certainly it would corrode their bones, but it mattered not. She could heal them with her magic. The tireless undead would march regardless of the environment, however slowly, unceasing. Soon, they would reach their target regardless of time.

And she arrived at her destination: The feet of the Elicitor.

She looked up at the massive structure. Annoying creation. It offended her very being, and she would see to it that it was going to fall.

Wordlessly, she levitated herself up swiftly, flying alongside the edge of the feet in order to help not be seen. Not that it would matter if she was seen, she'd simply bolster her ranks with the undead for every kill she had. And soon, she had reached some lower catwalks alongside the lower half of the huge landship. It helped that something above was drawing the attention of most angels.

So foolish of them, incredibly so.

She lighted gently upon the catwalk, making no noise as her body landed.

And then she just so happen to notice...someone? Something? Along the catwalk with her. It definitely wasn't human or angel, so that meant it was possibly demon. And not one of her undead, either.

"...Hello~" She said in a fairly sweet, quiet and unassuming manner to Suparna. "You are...not one of my precious undead, are you?"



Gwynn, Maoilriain


It of course, didn't take long for the humans to notice their presence. The fortress opened fire with their guns, making flying somewhat difficult. Not that the angels couldn't avoid a few measly guns. Just who did these humans think they were dealing with, after all? Just one...problem. Gwynn, likely being the strongest one here could see the entire battlefield. The mist was turning red, blood red. Likely the result of the demon interlopers.

"The demons intended to interfere! Stay above the mist!"

Her command was however, barely heard above the loud bellowing of some unholy mechanical contraption. What in the name of the great Imperator was that cacophony of noise?! It was accompanied with a hail of bullets that shredded many an angels wings, and it was enough it was enough to momentarily catch the Valkyrie off guard. Gwynn's eyes narrowed, momentarily stopping her assault with holy vengeance as she looked for the perpetrator. And easily found her target. A giant, hulking machine.

She could feel the other angels dying around her. She grit her teeth, steeling her resolve. For every angel they killed, she would kill a dozen more.

"Do not yield men!" A brilliant radiance of soft, warm light, radiated from Gwynn, healing all the angels nearest her. "I will handle this monstrosity! Focus on the demons and machina."

With that the Valkyrie summoned the Holy Lightning in her left hand. It arced, sparked with divine radiance. It took the shape of a halberd, similar to Gwynn's. Without a word, she tossed it towards Grafdakka. More specifically, towards one of his Vulcans, in hopes of cutting a hole right through it, and granting the angels above some reprieve. She dove behind it, readying her own halberd as it arced with holy radiance.

She aimed the strike right at the top of the monstrous contraption, bringing the weapon down upon it in a swift, almost lightning fast motion. Hopefully, it would hit and cause some serious damage to the contraption. Failing that, it would at least distract him enough to focus on her to let the angels focus more on the other humans and machina. As soon as the strike was completed, she'd somersault off, giving an impressive display of acrobatics as she landed on her feet.
Whheeee, starting!~

I'ma be off to bed for the night, but still excited to get this started.


@sakurasanWell, he does grow grapes, pineapple, berries and wheat as well as a few other crops :D

@Rune_AlchemistHe can make food that tastes so good people think it is magical :p


Well

she'll just do witchy things

and cause his crops to wither.

And then save the day by conjuring magic crops and food :P
@Rune_Alchemist >> I need to work on my insults for my char.

Ships?? savo got to you, huh? I ship my char with the future chef because food.


Pfft.

Like you can escape Selma~
She doesn't like taking 'no' for an answer :D

My character may not be a chef in the rp but he has lots of food on his farm and can make lots of good food from scratch :p


Yeah, well, Selma can make food using magic!

probably will give everyone food poisoning, but details, details.
@Rune_Alchemist Blegh. My character won't be sweet though~

@MahouOppai So yeah, you can open up the chef role now >>


A priestess who isn't sweet? Those are the best kinds, though!~

Neither is Selma, too. Or did you miss the 'Condescending' and 'arrogant' parts? They can not be nice to each other together! :P

and damn it I wasn't going to, but I am totally going to ship them now regardless of what her CS is like because I'm terrible and I do that.
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