Rune_Alchemist

You are the Mon

Welp, small post from me. Not much else for Vi to do at the moment aside from keep watch and stay glued to Trevors head.

You are the Mon

Adventure Log

Moves:
Growl
Psywave

Health:
Full Health

Status:
Physically fine
Mentally elated and curious.

Ability:
Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.

Inventory:
N/A

Quest:
Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world.

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"Ugh, man, I'm gonna need an hour just to fix my hair after all this wind..." Vi complained. So far, very little was happening. Even so she was still wary. Whatever that light was she saw was unlikely very friendly, and if she was a ghosty ghost then there was a reasonable expectation that others could be around as well...and from what little she remembered from the games, she was quite certain some pokemon loved this kind of weather.

For the most part, Vi kept a lookout. There was little else she could do as she clung onto Trevor's head in an attempt not to get swept away by the wind. She'd suggest going back, but the others seemed intent on at least trying to get something and she had no reason to try and dissuade them for the moment. More trouble than it was worth.

Re: Zero: The High Council

~Chieko Okawa~

Hero's District, Priestella
Death count: 1
Reset Count: 4

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Part of her wondered if she had just royally fucked up, but what was said was said and she had dug her proverbial grave now. She could feel a mild sweat forming on her forehead as she realized she hadn't really planned this very well. What could she do? Well, she couldn't certainly stay quiet after that at least. That confidence Quill mentioned was quickly faltering.

"...uhm," Chieko resisted the urge to pull her scarf over her mouth as she decided on her course of action. A brief moment of hesitation. "Obviously, my clairvoyance is the real deal. You'd be a fool to think otherwise." To go or not to go? Should she? She didn't know what at all would happen if she went back there. She could try to bait quill into attacking. That would at least be a path traveled before, but after coming so far she was determined to win.

"So I'll go with you." Chieko cast a glance towards Aki and Aerith. She honestly needed to avoid fighting if she could. "...but instead of fighting like worthless animals we could instead, talk, otherwise you'll end up disappointed."

Damn, she should have worded that as though talking was already a certainty instead of assuming she was going to be hostile.

~ Cinders ~

Falista, 33rd
0930

@ZAVAZggg@Dealdric@Adalea

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"Be careful, Kuri." Aelsu commented quietly as the thief ran off. Wasn't any business of hers. She could respect the desire to survive - it's all she had ever learned to do in the pits. Aelsu chose to for now, stick close to Einarr. She didn't know the man very well, but from the looks of things he knew what he was doing more than she would. The Orisiri followed the human to the medical tent, but elected to stay outside for now and watch the other merchants.

Eavesdropping? Perhaps it was rude but she didn't feel the need to interject in a place that would likely only result in racist remarks from the people, so she contented herself to standing idly outside in case she was needed. From the most part, it sounded like he was uncooperative. Understandable, given who they were and what the people here thought of them. She'd probably do something similar in his shoes, but at least it seemed Einarr got something useful out of him.

"...friendly." Aelsu grunted, folding her arms against her chest as the human walked out of the tent. "But understandable. No one wants criminals in their lands. Do we head to the forest?" She saw no reason to sit around. Maybe they could buy a handful of supplies, but the supposed location wasn't too far.

Pokémon: Start

~Claire Blackwood~

@PlatinumSkink

Current Team

Ralia, Ralts
Level: 14
Status: 100%


Ritz, Ledyba
Level 15
Status: FNT


Lure, Combee
Level 13
Status: 100%


Del, Beedrill
Level 12
Status: FNT


Zeal, Monferno
Level 14
Status: FNT
Held Item: Focus Band


Chikorita, Pip
Level 10
Status: FNT

Inventory

9352P
Antidote x1
Great Ball x5
Super Potion x2
Tiny Mushroom x 1

Important Items:
Castle Medal
Crystal of Knowledge

Badge Collection:
Challenge Badge - Redcoast Town, Hector. Minor League.

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Archie opted for the simple solution. Bellawesome sped across the field, intending on cutting down all the copies as she swung her leaf blade like some hula girl with an attitude. She'd have to match this fight with her own beauty and grace. She only had a small window to deal with Bellawesome before things got bad for Ralia. Once she got into close range, it wasn't going to go well for her.

"Alright..." They had entered the home stretch. The battle was likely going to be over in only a few more moments, either with her win or her loss, and she wasn't going to let the latter part happen. It was a simple plan, but one that would hopefully give her the most amount of success. She just needed to hope Ralia could pull it off. "Hit 'em with a Confusion!"

"Rrral!~" Several of the clones that hadn't been hit yet made every attempt to avoid Bellawesome, mostly in their usual comical and over the top fashions. Ralia herself had taken refuge among a small group that were constantly moving about, making sure to keep up the facade herself, not in the center or back, that would be too obvious. Just a bit to the left. Concentrating her psychic energy, she blasted an attack right towards Bellawesome.

Sensing Claire's intent however, as soon as Bellawesome got close enough she'd teleport away to the far side of the field.

The Gleeful Eclipse

and a post from me

Wasn't quite sure how much freedom we had over the fakes, but I'll clean up the spear guy in the next post probably.

The Gleeful Eclipse

Clémentine Lévesque

Sanities Demise, Outlands of Skorhn, Year of the Rising Sun
It's a feast, then?

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Ah, how boring.

Standing among the eight crowd was probably someone who looked a bit out of place upon first glance. Standing demurely near the back of the gathered cultists, was a woman in a red dress. Blond hair fell to her shoulders, a slight frown on her lips as she held her hands clasped together behind her as the proceedings went on. Upon first glance, the woman seemed calm. Incredibly so, but it wouldn't take a keen eye to see her hands gripping together tightly, as though one was attempting to hold in some sort of anger or stop themselves from shouting in pain.

A hunched figure made to move from the crowd, quickly ascending the steps. His voice creaked with age. A slow, gravelly tone that one would attribute to a wise man or elder. Of course, no such beings could be found in this den of degenerates, heh. Or perhaps they were the most wise ones? Well, such thoughts were not suited to her. She was here for a reason.

And she was oh so very, very hungry.

She silently stepped forward. Seven others with her. Tsk, tsk, too many? Did they plan this? As the others muttered and began arguing she merely watched. Fools. Fools the lot of them. Pathetic. Ah how irritating. Obscene. The revelry began quickly. The priest easily turning them against another. Honestly? She'd have simply loved to watch the ensuing scene, or kill them all and make little goblets from their skulls. No wait, she'd probably eat those too. Drink it in, aaaalll in and revel in it...but it seemed as though she couldn't have her way. Annoying.

With a bloodthirsty cry, the man wielding the lances struck towards her. She didn't even make an attempt at dodging. The spear sunk into her flesh, right where her heart should have been. He probably thought she was the prey here. After all, she was currently the least threatening looking one. Ah, what a pity.

"Geh..." She gave a muted, pain cry as the spear drove into her flesh, impaling her thoroughly on it. "...heh..." There was no blood from the wound. No shout of pain. No scream of a life ending. There was only a sigh, and with it a foul smell.

"Ahaha..." Clémentine's hand wrapped around one of the spears. The other grabbed the man by the face, gently caressing his cheek. Her soft flesh would have undoubtedly felt divine, but the smell from her breath and the words that came along with it would have made most men retch. "...you smell like a delicious appetizer."

The former noblewoman grabbed the man by the neck, nearly crushing his windpipe with strength her body shouldn't have. A swift, heavy blow that knocked him right off his feet and sent him sprawling to the ground on his hands and knees. While he recovered, Clémentine didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. She pulled the spear from her chest, a putrid smelling black ichor staining her red dress.

"Thanks for the kebab. I'll nibble on it after the main course." Clémentine's body convulsed as the flesh around her wound began to twist and stretch, straining against its mortal prison, but by now the man had already gotten back to his feet, obviously realizing this wasn't going to be a simple matter as he had thought. He grabbed the second spear, having obviously not learned his lesson. With a growl, the man engaged her once more.

Might as well toy with him for a bit.

You are the Mon

@SleepingSilence

There is no reason to believe she was the one who made the stick move since there was no sort of feedback, so she's merely being cautious. Plus there was that light, too.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

~Forest outside the Cavern~

Inventory

Throat Pouch:
- x1 Mana Crystal
- x4 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing

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The branch broke swiftly in just a single stroke from Mana Slice. Quickly collecting it in her talons, Ash headed back to the forest floor. Finding a spot to rest nearby the shelter entrance, she attempted to coil her tail around the branch of wood. Some animals back on earth had tails that they could manipulate almost as well as arms and legs. Mostly forest animals that used such things for balance, or gripping branches. It wasn't far fetched to think she could do the same, now that she had an actual one of some length. It would be incredibly useful if she could, as she could manipulate it to carry and hold things then.

As she practiced, she quickly realized she was honestly tired of the people around her, but she couldn't deny the usefulness of at least staying in a group for now even if it was quickly becoming evident she was once again nothing like those around her. She quietly observed them from her practice area. Digbie. Torrent. Oberon. Where had Mourn gone off too? Scared by her own mistakes? Bah, laughably weak. Couldn't even own up to her own mistakes.

Gods? Demons? She had never understood why people relied on such things. If you were going to have faith in anything, have faith in yourself. Simple as that. She didn't need any sort of religious crutch. She supposed it was better than having faith in people, but gods were seldom better than corrupt governments or leaders. But for now, she'd just continue as she was. That was currently the best option despite her annoyance.

Some time would pass before Ash finished with her tail work, hopefully having succeeded in making progress in using her tail much more dexterously, but after some time she would take a break and head back into the cave. Less chances of being disturbed there, the Pygmy drake would head to the back of the cave, ignoring everyone else for the most part before sitting up straight and starting to meditate as Oberon had showed her.

Since she had learned of magic, she had been extremely interested in it - but she had so far been fumbling around in the dark like a child with a chemistry set. She didn't know its basic rules. Formulas. All she could do at the moment was simple trial and error with educated guesses. She needed someway she could visibility interact and manipulate Mana as an energy source much better. To see it.

As Ash meditated, she would try and once again feel that familiar energy flow through her body like the time she had been taught by that pixie. Feel it in her claws, across her body and over her scales. Ash would then do something mildly reckless. Mana could be used to heal, so it could reasonably be used to improve, correct? Instead of just returning something to what it was, she'd need to make what existed better.

Ash attempted to channel Mana towards her eyes with the intent of simply 'enhancing' her vision. Attempting to change the way her eyes saw things. Like a UV light detector, but instead designed to see this ambient force known as 'Magic'.

Re: Zero: The High Council

~Chieko Okawa~

Hero's District, Priestella
Death count: 1
Reset Count: 4

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God. DAMNIT.

Chieko had to hold a hand over her heart before she died of Aki's particular brand of cuteness. Despite her calm demeanor she still hadn't felt entirely great about this whole plan, but seeing Aki made whatever doubts she had wash away. Recovering from the cuteness overload, Chieko quickly went along with the plan, following Hiro and Aerith towards the clinic. They had discussed who was going where, but not what exactly they would be doing - that was however, fine. Chieko had already decided what she would be doing.

The initial event proceeded much as expected. Quill had been called in to teach, Donovan had checked everyone for their elements and this time she managed to not make a fool of herself. Quill herself, seemed just like she had before that little accident. Relaxed and for the most part, friendly, but she wasn't going to be falling for that now - and no way in hell was she going to let her be alone with Hiro. Her heart began beating faster in nervousness.

"...stay behind me, Aki." Chieko said quietly to Aki, before turning to Quill.

There was no need for this cloak and dagger facade.

"Quill." Chieko took a few steps towards the assassin, simply letting the words come out as she thought of them. She just needed to appear calm, and like she knew more than she did. Make Quill believe that at least. Maybe her uhm, unique personality traits would come in handy here. "As a Hero and ally of justice I can not let you be alone with Hiro. I have already seen through your intentions and know what you want, so let us skip this unpleasantness and get to business already. You have something you need a clairvoyant for? You're looking at her. Or do I need to convince you further, miss Oni?"

Ah, she was so nervous she was surprised by how even her voice was.

Mie Yukima

Below Ground

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A subtle smile crossed Mie's face. Good, good. At least this old man was good at this sort of thing. The fox watched eagerly as the degenerates ate up the act. All was well. None here posed a threat, and if things did get ugly she could simply skedaddle before things got too bad - at least that was her initial reaction. Her smile faded. A subtle sensation of her skin crawling. Hairs on her tail standing up. An ear twitch as one of the Lords showed themselves.

Hm.

Perhaps mildly dangerous? But that was the fun part.

"Ah, Lord!" Mie's mouth widened into a smile. "Forgive this little fox for her impertinence. I so rarely get to see one of your caliber up close like this. I was little...enthralled." Tail swishing idly behind her, Mie gave Belrigger a suggestive smirk. She needed to get their attention. "...and maybe forgive this little servant for further rudeness, but perhaps you could make this match a bit more exciting, hm?" She hopped up onto a nearby chair, and any attempts to get her down would be expertly dodged, or she'd simply leap onto a nearby table or back onto the floor.

"After all, this is such a rare opportunity, isn't it? They're both old and senile!" Twirling on her heel in a slightly childish fashion, Mie chuckled. "They can't possibly be that strong, just some stupid rich foreigners looking for some excitement and getting in over their heads! They can't last a second against the strong men of this establishment! Did I mention they're rich?" Of course, it was an opportunity any greedy fool would take in a heartbeat. An obvious scheme, but one so simple in a den of drunkards and conceited noblemen that it'd probably work.

"Mhmh~" Giggling, Mie hopped down from the chair. "Well, Lord Belrigger...apologies for the outburst but maybe you could fluff this foxes tail as punishment if she's been a bad little fox?"