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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).
"I see, I see." Cecillia replied with a small smile.
"...are you feeling jealous, Cecil?"
"Yes, incredibly jealous Shael why do you ask?"
"You know, you could have kept in contact after-"
"Ahaha, well, its always fun to meet someone from new lands." She'd ignore Shael, focusing on the two people in front of her. "Met all kinds of people in my time as a mercenary you know. Never had the pleasure of traveling outside of the country myself, but I've heard lots of wonderful stories." She'd offer a drink to Annika and lord Bashar. "I can tell you all sorts of stories from my time as a mercenary and of the recent-"
Unfortunately, it seems fate had other plans.
The sound of an alarm. An assassin? Cecil swiveled her head immediately towards the source of the commotion. A hooded figure. Small. Inept. Why on earth would an assassin try getting this close unless they were confident? It'd be far better to make a shot from afar...but then again, she supposed not everyone had a spirit of wind on their side.
"...it seems I must cut our conversation short." Cecil smiled, unable to hide a tinge of reluctance to it. "Duty calls and all that. Perhaps we can speak more later." With that, Cecilia would take off.
"Shael, I need speed!"
"Yes yes, order me around after ignoring me why don't you I don't mind that at all, hmph."
Despite her sass, Cecilia would have her lightened steps. Being likely the fastest and agile of the iron roses present, her goal was simple - get ahead of the assassin. Cut her off by any means necessary. She'd
"I'll try and cut her off!" She'd shout to her comrades.
“My teacher taught well.” Sarah quickly swatted the blade aside with her own, a strong arm completely overpowering Luna’s own strength. Unfortunately, being this close to the elf made clear the difference in perhaps not skill, but definite training made itself apparent. Perhaps creating some distance would have been a good idea, because at this range Luna could barely keep up with the elf.
Before Luna could even react, the elf had slammed her fist right into Luna’s chest, the strength of the blow knocking the air out of the other knight as she brought her blade down in an attempt to bring it to the other knights neck.
Elnith nodded, readying her sword silently. Lugh would do much the same, eagerly making a poking motion with his own spear. So Lugh would approach the flower patch, stabbing the ground near the first flower with his spear. Ice began forming around the hole, chilling and freezing the rest of the flowerbed…but no monster, if they were here, would make movement.
He’d do this again and again, with one or two more flower beds with similar results. It wouldn’t be until he was a bit further in, would something change. A flower bed just a bit out of sight, deeper in the forest.
What he would have noticed as he’d work through the flower beds, is that they were somewhat oddly shaped, not just possessing odd flowers. Almost as though they weren’t natural beds, rather something made them. It would be this, coupled with the discovery as he pulled his lance out of a final flower bed that would put a rather disturbing image together.
A human arm, still somewhat fleshy but intertwined with roots and colorful flowers, would be pulled out of the ground, impaled on the tip of his lance. The flower beds were roughly shaped, perhaps as though someone had simply laid down to sleep and hadn’t got back up again.
“...there’s a cat.” Lugh would comment, not having been paying too much attention to Ethelred’s deforestation attempts. Indeed, there was a cat. It was perched on the branch of a nearby tree for some reason.
“...I’m gonna murder you myself!” The mage shouted, completely red faced out of both embarrassment and anger. “If that tentacle doesn’t, I’m gonna kill you myself you hear!”
Reinhardt’s quick action managed to avoid the tentacles grasp from crushing and squeezing him, the blade of the axe just barely grazing the underside of the tentacle leaving another deep gash in its flesh. Annoyed and now bleeding profusely, it would lash out in a fluid motion of its own, its slamming grab transitioning into a powerful sweep, aiming to try and knock Reinhardt off his feet.
“Aren’t you just sooo smart.” Cethlann replied with an eye roll. Well, it sounded like she did. She was still blindfolded so it couldn’t be for certain. “Now how about that foo-wuh, hey, wow I knew you were short but I didn’t realize you were that childish. As a witch, you should be more mature.” Cethlann replied with a huff, trying to shake her head a bit to make any water droplets that had gotten on her forehead fly off.
There was an audible confirmation from the other side of the door as whoever had been knocking left Fio with the prisoner.
Unfortunately for Fio, there was very little in the way of provisions or things to dry oneself off with in the prison. At least, not in the cell holding area. Didn’t want anything left laying about a prisoner could potentially use to escape. This just left the fomorian’s own clothes. Specifically, her rather odd if comfortable looking jacket. The only other thing she may be able to use were some rough, old sacks that were laying folded on a desk not far away.
This was made somewhat more annoying by the fact, she could have probably asked whoever was on the other side to bring an extra set of clothes too.
“So, what did you learn about little old me from invading my privacy? Learn my deepest secrets? Maybe my favorite way to cook a human? Or are you going to keep me in the dark so I can languish away here, slowly losing my sanity in this dark prison all bundled up unable to move?”
“Nyet!” Leoniya immediately pressed her back against the tank, spreading her arms wide across it, giving Katherine a mild glare. “No, you do not touch Valeri! I built him myself!” She’d turn back towards the tank, gently caressing his plating with a finger, tail swishing happily back and forth. “He’s a delicate little baby, yes he is. Stupid demon hurting him…hmph, if I ever see that demon again I’ll rip her little frilly horns off…mama rat won’t let anyone hurt you, eheheh…”
…Lenoya was now off in her own little world, it seemed.
The dolls remaining had started patrolling, walking quietly around the area, marching in time and checking the perimeter. A few had taken to cleaning up a few stray demons that had remained while others were standing by. It was one of these doing some cleanup, that would alert Katherine to a disturbance.
“What an adorable looking construct.” Katherine would overhear as he’d reach down to pat one of the dolls on the head with his gloved hand. A ring was being worn on his finger. It looked fairly expensive, though the gem and metal it was made from was unidentifiable. “I thought I heard fighting and was going to lend my assistance, but it seems as though that is unneeded.” His voice was fairly smooth and young sounding despite his somewhat aged appearance.
“But cake is healthy! Mom always complains about it going to her thighs!” She’d cheerfully rebuke Lurecia’s urging for healthier foods and offer some perhaps, some information Myrilla wasn’t particularly keen on sharing.
The headless furnace shrieked, gurgling as it was pierced by the knives, holes and wounds shredded into its large body, only slowing down enough to raise one of its arms to block the knives from hitting its main body and only serving to enrage itself further. It’d take the same arm as it neared, making a wide, crushing sweep with its large arm in an attempt to crush. This was followed up by a lunge forward in whatever direction the maid would be after. A second, humanoid demon would blast a stream of fire in her direction as well from behind. The child on her back was clinging tightly still, though she had her eyes closed and was avoiding looking at anything.
The ones swarming Lucrecia were somewhat easier to deal with, but numerous all the same. The humanoid ones would fall to the ground, stunned as bullets ripped through them, but their flesh quickly regenerated from wounds only giving her a few moments to finish them off or to focus on taking care of a closer threat - that just so happened to be one headbutting her from behind, slamming its maw into her back.
Lyssa, meanwhile, continued to happily engage with the demons. As she’d slam her fist into one, crushing its entire upper body in her gauntlet, a screech from behind was all the warning she had as a second headless furnace slammed into her from behind.
“Gweh!”
She’d shout in mild pain as she was tackled by the beast, its large hands wrapping around her waist and slamming her into a nearby wall, destroying even more of the already weakened support structure of the theater.
Which, subsequently, caused the entire rest of the building to creak and groan.
If impatiently waiting could be a skill, Takara would likely have won several awards for it. So when the messaging app buzzed with a reply, she'd quickly check the reply...and immediately frown in irritation. Short stuff? Fine, if she wanted to go home see how much she actually cared! Zero, that was it, definitely! Oh wait...she actually sent a follow up message. Don't die? What was she? A child?! Well, yes, but she could handle herself against some basic bad guys!
She was about to type up a very angry reply, when something warm and fuzzy headbutted her in the leg. Looking down, she'd see the dog and internally cringe, angrily stuffing her phone in her pocket and giving the mutt a pat on the head before walking over to Abigail.
"Finally." Takara huffed, noticing the bags of well, everything Abigail came walking up with. "Got anything good in there or just gonna eat it all yourself?" She'd snatch up her favorite - an unreasonably sour hard candy. The roar of an engine finally indicated that they had at least, all started to finally show up and filter in.
"Kana." She'd give at least a polite greeting, though her somewhat irritable expression didn't change as she'd pop the sour candy into her mouth without so much as batting an eye...at least until Shun finally arrived. Takara stomped over, immediately giving the other girl a somewhat rough punch on the shoulder before she could react.
"Shorty?! I'm like, the second tallest here! You're just unreasonably tall!" So she says, without having actually looked at the heights of her teammates.
Definitely good information, as helpful as she'd imagine such a character to be. She did however, catch herself staring just a little at simply how...different still, he'd be from the in game version. Rather than a faceless NPC, it seemed as though he was still just as real as she was, or even Reginald was. Then perhaps he could potentially help with something else, too? She doubted it since by the second act of the game he was gone, but you miss every opportunity you don't take.
"I see, thank you. The information is helpful." She'd reply. "But...perhaps if you'd be willing to help with a more personal request," She'd lower her voice slightly. "I'm looking for...investment opportunities." She'd pull a coin from somewhere within her dress, holding it between two of her fingers. "Not for my Lord, mind you. But for myself. I apologize if this is an odd request for a maid, but I simply find myself needing a large sum of money."
“...able bodied men?” Giles frowned at the words, taking a look around his living room. No one here was particularly able bodied. Sure, they were living and surviving but…the only truly able bodied one here, in his opinion, was Julene. No one else would dare to take a step outside and fight those creatures.
He unconsciously grit his teeth as the three vampires convened, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by a scream.
“Giles! Theres-monster-hah-beastmen in the basement tunnels!” A child had run up from the basement, clothes stained in blood, panting heavily. The entire room went silent.
“Barricade it.”
“But-but dad-”
“Barricade it. now.”
The other residents hesitated for only a moment as they’d start trying to find anything to barricade the door to the basement with…and though he had given the order, each vampire present would see Giles just briefly glancing towards the three of them.
The leaping creature howled, missing Giselle by a hairs breadth, but before it could react again the tarnished silver of the holy blade impaled itself in its back sending the beast into a fit of pain as the wound burned as it was pulled from the wound, causing it to roll around on the ground in pain, howling all the while but it was not quite dead yet.
The next creature that was engaging was the one that had retreated into the tree, leaping from it and gliding towards Giselle from above. The slash tore into its gnarled talons, but its momentum carried it forwards still as it made an effort to land on her, its wings trying to wrap around her head. The gorebat, understandably annoyed by this thing attacking her perch, leaped onto the things head, immediately sinking her own fangs into its neck. The thing shrieked, losing its grip as in mere seconds the thing had lost half of its blood.
The gorebat saved her from that particular one, but three hounds, and one of the antlered wolf deer things had quickly made their way towards her, one of the hounds going for her ankles while the deer made to charge her, aiming to gore her with its horns.
Julene could only watch, in mild awe, as Akyasha merely started…brawling with the undead. The skeletal undead being quickly dispatched as any of her bolts would have. She furrowed her brow, watching the scene as the woman made a mess of her plan. The undead were now entirely focused on her. She needed them to -
“Oi, what the hell are you?” She’d ask. “There ain’t no weapons or anything here you dummy! This is a trap i had set up for those briny bastards.” She’d respond with a disapproving grunt. “And no human can just punch something like that. You and I are gonna have questions after this, redhead, or your head is gonna come clean off your shoulders. For now, lass,” She’d load up another bolt. “Get your ass outta here before I bow it up with the rest of those undead!”
By the door, just inside of it, was a barrel leaking what was ostensibly oil. The rest of the interior of the house was completely empty, nothing but a charred husk as it were. The plan was rather obvious and simple really and anyone could probably put two and two together. Draw the undead and beasts here, then blow them up and watch them burn. Dispatch the rest once the majority had been dealt with.
The skeletal creature hissed as its ribcage was shattered, being easily tossed into the crowd of quickly growing of those drowned and dead at sea. The others engaged may be undead, but they were still nothing more than skeletal minions. Against a human they may have proven dangerous, but their former captain? His blade easily severed skull from neck, but even so the sheer number that was starting to creep up from the sea was becoming concerning.
“Glad to see your skills are still sharp.” Likewise, Cynthia was having little trouble dispatching the skeletal creatures. Moving with what can only be supernatural grace she’d use her spear to elegantly dispatch the creatures as though she was merely dancing with them. A low spin, severing legs followed by quickly shoving her heel into one of the creatures jawbones with just as amazing flexibility, somehow, while not once getting a drop of water from the roiling sea below on her. “But I fear fighting all of these is beyond us currently.”
As if on cue, the water below them began churning more, rocking the platform they were on just as the sodden, rotten planks below them began to creak and grown, as something slammed into it below.
“Make a path! Head towards the mast hanging from the far cliffside!” Cynthia shouted. It wouldn’t be hard to spot. In the distance, a mast with a tattered sail hanging from it had somehow been impaled into a cliffside some distance to the north. The only path was through more water logged and rotten planks and skeletal creatures that were eagerly convening on the both of them. One, hefting an anchor swung it somewhat clumsily towards Argus, but it was soon followed by two more, one trying to charge with a cutlass to decapitate while the other approached from the side.
Nothing overly special about it, but no particular key slot either. A smooth metal wall with a smooth metal panel next to the door. Upon poking said metal panel, there was a ‘fwoop’ noise as it would be pulled up into the wall. Underneath was a small glass semicircle buried in it. A box of light appeared in front of it seemingly coming from the small glass semicircle.
“-czzzt- pres-bzzzt- ID”
A loud crackling noise came from a small series of holes next to the panel.
The goddess has an odd shaped device that is spewing fire and burning down a garden.
Current location: Old prison Time: afternoon Current Objective: Find the contraption the God Iva mentioned Potential Events:
“...heh.” Sella chuckled, her eyes gleaming like a predatory fish in the darkness of the ocean eying its prey. The next instance happened far too fast for Finn to react. The sound of rushing water. His entire body being covered in ice cold water. Pain in his shoulder. Sella’s face mere inches from his, a toothy, sharp grin close enough he could smell her breath.
“Go on. Scream. I’m a monster, so I enjoy such sounds don't I, you dry skinned fool?” It was her blade. Her sword had been firmly planted in his shoulder. She’d twist it hard. “Give me some entertainment.” Her other hand was firmly gripping his neck, but not choking him.
“...S-sella…!” Immediately she turned her head towards her companion. A low growl as Finn would likely be relieved to see Soyala having managed to sneak up behind the other one, cutting open her side with one of her hunting knives while her spear was pressed roughly against her neck, drawing blood.
“Two can play that game, fish.” Soyala chuckled. “Now I really don’t think you believe killing that boy is worth me taking the life of this one, is it?” Sella glared, but she hadn’t let go quite yet.
The Goddess is eagerly taking notes… Current location: Dawn Time: Afternoon Potential Events:
“You two have fun, alright?” Eirhild waved the other pair bye, not particularly interested in freezing.
“Alright.” Jivka grinned. She’d immediately head out of the cabin, grabbing a well worn logging ax from where it was laying nearby against the desk. “Hurry up, I wanna get outta here before some rat bastard puts me in a bad mood!” She’d shout back towards Nylah, though keeping up with the Yaga wouldn’t be too terribly hard as long as she didn’t let herself get distracted and kept a decent pace.
Soon the pair had left the village, heading out a bit towards the forest.
“A lotta the plants here you’ll have to dig a bit in the snow for.” She’d say. “They grow pretty well. Others you might find growing along the trees or even in some rocks. Just pay attention…like this one.” She’d say, using her foot to kick aside a pile of snow. Under it was a small plant, an herb with a fairly big root and small, three pronged leaves. “This one is a pretty potent poison. Makes an animals muscles lock up so they can’t move.” Jivka would lead Nylah through the forest for quite a while, pointing out a number of different plants and herbs. One could be used to induce vomiting - helpful for making someone spitup anything toxic they ate. A particular purple leafed plant was a pretty powerful hallucinogen and was sometimes used in yaga rituals, apparently.
“My favorite though is this one.” Jivka moved to a vine that was growing around a tree, pulling off one of the bright red flowers from it. “Oros leaf, we call it. If made right, it can really help one get stronger physically…well, if ya know survive the side effects. A number of the top Yagan hunters have to drink a draught made of this stuff to be recognized by all clans as anything more than a simple warrior.”
Current location: Yaga Village Time: Morning Potential Events:
“I don’t need your help,” She’d say as the knock came through the door. “But thanks.” The Yaga sighed, not seeming too bothered by it as Novak walked towards the door. She simply went back to her food preparation as he’d open the door, apologizing to Lissa. “Only my peace and quiet. If you’re here to harass me like this guy and his pet rat then you can get lost.” She’d grumpily respond to Lissa’s question.
Ayumi, would decide to use this time to steal some dried meat out of a nearby crate.
“That’s a no. I don’t know her, and I’ve already helped you as much as I have any desire to, so get lost.”
Friendly as ever, it seemed.
A maid with a purple blindfold and a broom suddenly shows up in the dialogue box. The Moon goddess, startled, runs away while the broom wielding maid chases her. Current location: Northern Snowfields Time: Morning Potential Events:
Sorcha watched Gideon leave, the woman not taking her eyes off him as he left. He did catch just the start of Sorcha and Asvar’s conversation, however - she was looking for a blacksmith. Though, not to hire, but to use their facilities herself, apparently wanting to maintain her own blade. Raelzeth waved bye, and was ushered back inside by Asvar.
“Raam, hello.” The familiar voice of Akando met his ears this time. “Heard you were helping the blacksmith with something. Seems you caught yourself quite the beast, too.” He’d offer the Raam a friendly, if somewhat competitive seeming grin. “Would’ve like to try and capture that beast myself. You busy right now? Was hoping you could stop by the hunters lodge. The rest of the hunters want to meet ya anyways…well. Soyala is out and Maira is still missing.”
The moon goddess punches an oddly shaped square tree that produces an oddly shaped square block of wood which she then somehow turns into a wooden pickaxe. Current location: Dawn Time: Morning Potential Events:
Kaeru's foot slammed itself into the 'face' of a grudge, the young boy following through with a forward movement and delivering a strong jab right into its mid section. The shadowy creature fell to its knees, just as a second came up and made a futile attempt to swipe at Kaeru. His martial arts might nowhere be near the level to do anything superhuman really, or fancy, but this level? Well, he could certainly manage. He caught the grudge's wrist, hooking it under his armpit. He grabbed it, sinking fingers into its shadowy flesh and slamming it into the ground.
"Aaha, what's the matter, I expected more!" A swift dodge to the left, a retaliating punch to the creatures midsection. As long as they were focused on him and slowed by Kaeru, this would be easy. Almost disappointingly easy, really. It was a shame then...they had decided to throw their attention elsewhere.
"Eh? What gives? You guys all running from cute little 'ol me?" He'd laugh, though his eyes narrowed at the figures as they instead, decided to run towards the blob, spurned on by Sato's flames and the Youkai anchoring it.
"...Kaeru." Nyoko had stopped her dancing. Slowing the grudges were only going to get them so far. "I think...it wants to absorb them?"
"Geh, guess I shouldn't be surprised this freak of nature wants to absorb more freaks of nature..." He was hoping to save his own resonance for later, but someone probably should help the newbie. "Nyoko, slowing them down won't work! Lets get something a little more...pointy!
"Mhm, on it." Nyoko clapped her hands, a resounding clap echoing through the area as she'd begin another dance. Vigorous aggressive movements. From Mai, to Odori, she'd leap, spin and another clap, and as her hands parted, a large skeletal creature crawled its way out of the ground below, looking something akin to an old, large samurai wearing traditional armor, broken and rotten in some areas, but with a blade as sharp and gleaming as any masterwork. With an exhale and a downward movement of her arm, the undead warrior sliced its blade into the shadowy blobs flesh where it was trying to envelop Kyozan.
This, though, had the effect of releasing the hold the lesser spirits had on the grudges still about, but Kaeru was still working to thin the herd as he could.
She had mixed feelings about it. For about three years now, she had lived with this looming over her head. She tried not to let it get to her too much, but really, how could she just ignore it? The fact that this entrance ceremony might end up being the start of her rather...unfortunate path. Well, far be it from her to just rollover and die as it were. She had never done so in her past life until she had literally died from not rolling over and dying, and damn it if she was about to start now!
She thought briefly about meeting up with Reginald, but rather first, she should pick up some necessities from the market and possibly visit the staff to see if they'd let her use the kitchen.
Maybe she could find some good...investment opportunities here, too. She had already saved up a good deal of money from her work but she'd need a fortune if she wanted to live comfortably once the Von Afah house ran into troubles in the second arc.
"...ah? Isn't that...?" Walking through the market, she'd come across a rather familiar face. Well, sort of. The tutorial NPC that gave the heroine a rundown of the shops in the area. Huh, so he existed too. Normally she wouldn't think much of him but...hm, perhaps she could use him if he still gave out useful information. It was a good thing she was still dressed as a maid so she wouldn't draw too much attention.
"Apologies for bothering you, sir." Mella approached Cervantes with her usual even voice of practiced professionalism. "I am a Maid in service to the Von Afah house and was looking for both high quality ingredients for cooking." She'd provide a polite bow, but otherwise spare no friendly pleasantries. Saved her the trouble of spending a day running into every grocer at least if he could point her in the right direction.
Amidst the gardens, the tall trees and the lakeside just on the path next to one of the bridges that crossed over the water, stood a pink haired girl in a rather flashy white, gold, and red outfit. Arms folded across her chest, foot tapping impatiently. Seriously, where the heck were they? How long was she going to have to wait? Maybe she was early? Did she get the meeting time wrong? As she'd begin to pace back and forth a bit, she'd sigh, consigning herself to waiting longer.
Ugh, this was a pain in the ass. All of this was. Where was something she could just punch already? She almost wanted a grudge to manifest so she could clobber the living hate out of it. Maybe she was just being impatient, though, but ever since he...she, became a magical girl, there was just a constant pervasive impatience that seemed to hang over her head. Even when she wasn't transformed and she managed to remain a bit more calm and out of the way, it was still there.
She'd pull her thoughts away from that as she'd pull out her phone. Didn't they have some sorta magical girl line thing or something? Maybe they were having a laugh about this.
"You guys are so slooooow where the heck are at?! I could've already beat all these bad guys up!" "If you're not here in the next minute I'm gonna have all the fun to myself!"
Hmhm, yes that should get their attention. Probably. Maybe.
"They should really work on their heroic timing. This isn't the time to make a dramatic last second entrance..."
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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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