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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).
Normally she'd have already picked a tavern or street and set up shop to entertain herself, maybe find a good-looking partner to play with. Today though, something else seemed to require her attention. She wasn't exactly the adventurous sort, at least not the type to go on grand quests. Nay, her skills lay more in tune with the more...romantic and domestic adventures. Yet, she could not deny the fact that her own desires didn't lay in the more dangerous circles. If she was going to ever rebuild her theater, well, she'd need money and some good friends.
Which was why she decided to hear this old dwarf out.
"Now Fera," She'd turn to her animalistic companion, booping her on the nose with a finger. "Try not to cause too much trouble, aye? Don't want to get into trouble before we even get to the fun parts." Hopefully the little wild girl would behave herself as best as she was able too. Making sure that Fera understood on some level, Lei pushed open the door to the tavern, walking inside, a flute strapped to her belt lightly clinking against her side.
"Now this is a fun looking tavern." She walked up to the bar. "I'm surprised I've yet to grace it with my presence." The changeling offered a smile, bowing slightly. "Better fashionably late then not at all, hm? A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gilgan. Lei Leschk, at your service. I don't suppose this dangerous work involves me entertaining a group of rowdy drunk dwarves, does it?" She said, taking a seat.
Ah, there it was. She'd be disappointed if something didn't go wrong. She halfway considered not following that buckling up order and just holding onto a seat and laughing the entire way down but eh, no need to scare the big scary gun toting Blacksteel operative just yet. Still, she couldn't help but to laugh as she felt the VTOL plummet to the ground. If she was gonna die, might as well go out with a smile!
"Aha, Oracle? Unless Vodka gives me such abilities, I'm just paranoid! Learn to be a little bit like that yourself, you'll live longer, eh~!"
The sound of twisting metal and a brief loss of consciousness followed as the vehicle slammed into the ground.
Yet it seemed as though she was not destined to die today.
"Geh I'm up I'm up!" Zasada's body jerked to wakefulness, nearly face planting her own into Ibon. "Ey, jeez, and here I thought you were a lovely angel welcoming me to the afterlife." She rolled over, rubbing the back of her head. "Eugh, I feel like I just woke up after a night at a club..." Still, she was alive, that was good enough for the moment. The Ursus scientist got to her feet, frowning as she observed the crashed VTOL, listening to the status update and making sure to see the pilots with her own eyes.
That was...definitely new.
"Ah, too bad I don't have any lab equipment. I could probably figure out what that is in a mere matter of days with enough drink, heh." She reached into her coat, pulling out a small canteen and quickly downing a swig. "Hm, was it caused by the storm somehow? Perhaps that thunder...some sort of atmospheric originium phenomena?..."
And thus Zasada completely stopped listening to Wu as she quickly started coming up with theories for what exactly had happened. It seemed likely that somehow originium somehow nearly instantly crystalized in someone without infection or with low levels of it. The only things she could currently link to the happening was the storm and the abnormal properties of the place they were currently heading. But a natural phenomena just didn't follow someone like that...mhm, perhaps something in their VTOLS attracted it?...
Was there some sort of precedent for that she could think of?
Not to mention, just what would they do now? Obviously they needed to still carry out their field tests. It was a shame to leave valuable research samples, but she couldn't take the time to even do small tests. Riventor was likely close enough, but if the radios weren't working...a side effect of whatever that storm was?
It would take the Ursus a few seconds to respond as Rex poised a question to her.
"Hm? Ah, sozhaleyu, I was lost in thought." She replied finally with a smile, stuffing that canteen back into her coat. "Mhm, yes, would make the best use of my abilities...though I do not understand why we would have need of a scout, hm? Not like we're going to be attacked by something, but caution is always prudent." She ran a hand over her coat, reaching inside of it and feeling around. "Mhm, yes, It seems mostly everything is intact so I can scout fine. Should I run into any trouble, I'll light a flare, hm? You'll be the third person to know."
She wouldn't get too far ahead, and the path to Riventor shouldn't be too difficult, so with a casual wave and a lazy smile she set off in the direction their destination was.
I decided to prioritize those who have already submitted CS's either in Private or in the OOC. If they're going to go ahead and start talking things out with me and get a CS made and ready to go, I feel like it'd be better than potentially having to wait on someone to do that and perhaps hold everyone up.
that said,
Aight, there is a new post for everyone. Thankfully didn't have to adjust too much for Donovan's entrance there, so a few typos and that was it.
Nobunaga was correct in her thoughts that this place had been a battlefield of some sort. The signs were obvious, if one cared to think. Weapons strewn about. Wrecked furniture. The only question that might remain might have been where were the bodies of those who fell. Perhaps it had simply been far too long for any notable remains to be left behind. Whatever her thoughts, she quickly surveyed the weapons, and soon found one that she was familiar with.
Item received: Ancient Katana A weapon of surprisingly fine make. The age upon its scabbard and hilt are noticeable. Once finely crated decorations and blue embellishments have faded to almost being indistinguishable. The blade itself is of average quality seemingly made of quality metal, a weapon anyone could make with sufficient skill. As far as you can tell, it has no special qualities. It hasn't broken or rusted yet, so it should serve as a decent weapon.
As the two chatted away, Misaki questioning the veracity of Nobunanga's words and claims, their conversation would soon be interrupted by one of the other pods in the room. They got to see what had happened to them first hand as Novak was summarily thrown from one like they had. He had the misfortune to stumble right out onto a knocked over table, losing his footing and draping his upper body over it before he could quite regain his consciousnesses.
They were further interrupted by a shrill, resounding, noise from outside. Not seconds later a large bird with white greyish feathers would take a roost upon one of the windowsills. A bit larger than a vulture, the birds most notable feature was its large silver colored beak roughly the size of a dagger.
The rest of its body was covered in soft, grey feathers, its wingspan easily reaching a few feet long. The Avaian's head was narrow, eyes situated on either side of it. It raised its beak, letting out another shrill cry and tilting its head at the curious sight before it. A few more similar birds could be seen gathering outside on the ground.
As Bella went to help Isidore from his knocked over pod, something odd happened. The outer edges of her vision suddenly shifted. Everything briefly seemed to be tinged a soft, light blue. What could be described as a holographic screen of some sort filled the edges of her vision. At the same time, Isidore would notice the Elf's left eye light up the same color he'd remember the Goddess' doing.
Name: Isidore Race: Homunculus A being created artificially with high-level alchemy. Functionally similar to a human. This one is well crafted and something only a master at their craft would be able to create. Made with rare materials and resistant to most forms of basic magical tampering. Physical Attributes: Similar to you Magic Attributes: Similar to you Weakness: N/A Abilities: Undying Will: A special talent attained through unknown means. Coats ones' body in tough, durable armor the more one sustains physical trauma and prevents further injuries. Special attributes: Traveler from another World This mans name is Isidore. Like you, he is a traveler from another world chosen by the Goddess. His overall abilities are comparable to yours. He is calm. Seems to think your 'ears' are humongous and probably wants to nibble them. Like yours, his body seems to be naturally conductive to Magical feats. Like yours, his body has been strengthened through some unknown means. He is in peak physical condition. No status abnormalities. His motivations are unreadable.
Was this...information on Isidore? Now that she had a moment to think, the goddess did say something about a special ability which detailed information on something she was observing. Had it involuntarily activated? There also seemed to be something...odd mixed in with that info. Whatever the case was, the two of them were now allies for the moment it seemed, stuck in what appeared to be a prison of some sort. There didn't seem to be anything overly interesting here, and whatever was making the earth shake seemed to have gone, at least for now.
Isidore himself would have no trouble getting to his feet. Indeed, he seemed to be in better health than he ever had been even in his previous youth.
It seemed as though the only way they'd get anywhere is perhaps if they left. From their view into the room on the other side of the window, a door could be seen leading deeper into whatever building this was in - and as luck would have it, there was another pod on that side that just then seemed to release another person from its confines.
Nick stumbled out of the pod, and instantly upon regaining his footing he'd feel something incredibly off. As though this place wasn't somewhere he should be. Was this his ability at work? Certainly the goddess said something about sensing things that would be immediate in danger, but something was telling him that even if he was fine here for now, staying here long term would not be good for his health.
As for the fairy - flight would surprisingly come easy. It took a bit of trying to start with, but her muscles seemed to instinctively know what to do more than she did. Hop, flap. Hop, flap. Hop, hover, fall. It would take her a good few minutes until she finally was able to achieve some semblance of flight. It wasn't anything notable, but she could move without walking and taking forever now.
Sadly however, there seemed to be no key to the book in this location. Perhaps it was a precaution by whoever placed it here. This was a journal, after all - likely from someone who had been imprisoned here. Very likely the Key and the Lock were kept separate just in case one or the other had been found.
But that left the question of where would it have been? Or did Alice even care? Taking a look at the lock again, it didn't seem particularly strong. Perhaps there was a way to break the lock.
Surprisingly for the cat girl, it seemed her body was better than it even had been on earth. Unused to both the natural strength and the features of her new body currently, she only ended up stumbling slightly. Yet she felt should she actively practice only a moment, all the new muscles in her body would easily fall into place.
As Malphas attempted to focus on his connection between him, the goddess, and the other two in the room, he'd be pleasantly surprised and both disappointed at the results. A hazy, fragmented screen of some sort appeared in his vision. As he would strain to keep his eyes on the image, it slowly began to solidify and take shape, and yet the information provided was less than ideal for what he would have liked.
Name: ----- Race: ----- --This being is protected by something. You'll need a higher understanding and special ability to observe this particular person--
He could have tried further, but soon he'd have to blink and the vision faded.
Leannah would be the first to hear it. One of the ears atop her head twitched involuntarily. Something outside was making some sort of noise, but it was like it was being heard through a muffled filter of some sort. The sound of stone grinding against stone, a low, rumbling roar of some sort in the distance. The sound made her hair and the fur on her tail stand on end and thoughts of this 'guardian' once again surfaced.
Still it seemed fairly far away, so they likely had some time to get some basic things done - like finding out how to actually leave this place. Perhaps even get a feel for both their abilities and each other.
Similarly, Leannah would find her ears perking up and responding to something else. Another pod seemed to have opened - And Abigail had the unfortunate circumstance to end up on the third floor this time. The aspiring hero was similarly launched from her pod like the others had been, except on the inaccessible third floor this time. As soon as she gathered her bearings, Abigail would notice this particular floor seemed spared from whatever happened to this place. Certainly everything was old, and any furniture had been smashed. The shelves lining the walls seemed to hold a few things however - books. They were old, faded, and definitely would have likely fallen apart at the slightest touch and even if they weren't, they were likely to have been unreadable after being exposed to the elements for so long.
The only question that remained now, was how Abigail would get from the third to the second floor when the stairs seemingly had been destroyed?
Aight, well, since Shovel hasn't gotten back to me yet and I'll be posting today, you get his spot friendo. Already talked things over with ya in PMs so go ahead and move your CS over.
I'll be posting in a few hours after I finish adjusting the narrative a bit.
Among the crew, was someone who would almost fail a breathalyzer test 100% of the time, and she was currently fiddling with some electrical looking device near the cockpit.
Aaaagh, how long were they going to be flying in this dull hunk of metal? Couldn't they make these things more interesting? Make it look like a dragon! flamethrowers! Oh oh, she knew how it could be improved! A full liquor bar! Ahaha, yes, that makes everything better! Ah, but no, they wouldn't let her do that. Stupid military protocols. It was a good thing it was only illegal if she got caught. Stupid doctor taking away her lab time because she was a good businesswoman. Hmph.
Really, at this point Zasada was just trying to do something to distract herself from this long, boring flight into the sticks. Like really, she was a Ursus city girl. She shouldn't be here! Certainly she was interested in running numerous of morally and legally questionable tests on Originium, but she had people before! She could send people to collect that for her! Aaaah, pathetic. Look what she was reduced to.
...well, that was fine, she deserved this, anyways.
"GAH, You duraki are more boring than my previous co-workers." Finally, she broke the silence, her impatience and the silence finally getting to her. The fact that other people weren't keen on replying to her didn't seem to deter her in the slightest. Immediately, she locked eyes with Rex, flashing him a smile, her pale skin tinged with red a bit. Knowing her, she had likely sneaked in a drink somewhere. "Ahaahah, you, you're finally awake! We're going to be crossing the border soon! Riventor is on the horizon and we're dealing with turbulent weather. Ahahaha, all we need now is to get shot down or something and it'll make for a great story to tell. Crashed, having to fight off some scum, and a bottle of the finest Vodka."
The Ursus quickly moved over to Rex, taking a seat next to him with a large grin.
"Say, you're from Blacksteel, right? You must be pretty good with that gun of yours. Hmhm, have we worked together before, I can't remember." Rex would clearly be able to smell a faint scent of alcohol, but it'd be odd for Zasada if she didn't faintly smell of it.
Throat Pouch: - x6 Nothing Fur Satchel: - Smooth Stone - Dirty Cloth Strips (Very Poor) x2 - x7 Empty Equipped: Mana Bone Spear (Average) -Vine Bracer (Right Leg - Average) -Vine Bracer (Left Leg - Bad) -Vine Bracer (Right Arm - Poor) -Vine Bracer (Left Arm - Below Average)
Current Job: Witch
Witness I You have seen things. And they have seen you.
Oho, that was useful. Another fast rate of sill progression. This should be simple, then. One of the orbs she was making was already giving off heat, making her assumption likely correct that it was fire. It affected the second orb, but that was a non-issue for the moment. It seemed like she could easily turn the orb into something else. What was an issue, was how the mana didn't seem to quite fit into place. Like one of those sliding puzzles where you had to move tiles in a certain way to make a certain picture, but the tiles themselves weren't sliding correctly.
"Tsk~" Clicking her tongue in thought Ash dispelled the orbs. Mana Vision leveling up was good, perhaps she could eventually be able to see more at some point, but for now she was content to do this. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs and meditated once again, filling her Mana to the point where it was full - also for a few minutes, trying to pull in more mana than she could hold from the surrounding air and keeping her breath steady.
Once that was done, she'd focus first on the Fire Orb. Simple enough at this point. Taking both claws, Ash formed a mana orb in each, this time using both for the same spell. Using the red to make the outer orbiting ones, whilst using the rest to stabilize the nucleus and using a few red to feed it. Once one had stabilized enough, she would use her right claw to launch it towards a target. She would repeat this process of forming the red orbs over and over once more until she had achieved what she had wanted or until something unexpected happened.
She was so caught up that at the moment, at least, she was not paying much attention to the others, even Digbie's transformation.
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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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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>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).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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