Stern Algorithm

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Ramadan just started, so things have been a little busy on my end as well, but should smooth out as I get acclimated to the routine.

Pariah Online III

Actually, you know what? Screw broken promises!

Pariah Online III

Eileen Fang // Ailanthus Altissima (Tessa)

_{:: The Streets of Thorinn // Thorinn ::}

Tiferet leaving the group once again did something that was seemingly impossible: it soured Tessa's mood further. Not that Tessa was blaming Tif or angry at her, but not having a healer (and a friend, though Tessa would never say it openly) around did make things harder. But business was business and they'd have to make do without their healer turned necromancer.

Rael, the restless redhead that she was, quickly pushed ahead and prompted the newbies to introduce themselves, but her manner of doing so left much to be desired. There was no point talking about who they were or what they wanted to do; what mattered was what they were with respect to their classes and builds and what they could do with them.

"Alright, casual fun-time is over," Tessa interrupted, clapping her hands to draw attention to herself, "Enough about dreams, tell us about your kits. I'm talking mechanics. Tank? DPS? Support? Heal bitch? Truth is, the three of us are all on the tanky side, which has been fortunate, given the circumstances, though I'm more of an 'armored mage'. My handle's Ailanthus Altissima, 'The Tree of Heaven', but people mostly just call me 'Tessa'. I refer to my playstyle as Gatekeeper or Oppressor. Basically, don't come near me or my party. I'm a walking disaster area and apply almost all of my spells through auras, with a focus on disabling opponents with damage and some light support. I can shield, but I can't heal, so one of you better be a healer. Also, this is a 'for business' run. I spec'd hard into enchantment crafting, and people are going nuts for survivability enchantments right now. But higher-tier materials won't farm themselves and no one has the balls to go out for them, making this a lucrative gig with little-to-no competition, as long as you're strong enough to keep up."

Now she waited to hear them explain their styles so she could try to consider their future strategies and formations.

Pariah Online III

Sorry for getting hopes up, but I got busy today. Not sure when's the soonest I'll be able to get a post up, but for sure the latest will be on Wednesday.

Pariah Online III

@Stern Algorithm @Cybermaxx Do either of you want to post to keep our momentum going along?

@Inkarnate

I'll probably post Monday

Overlord: Momento Mori

Damn. I want an eventual showdown between Salem and Celeste.

Shota vs Loli, match of the century

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Sorry for the wait. Post is up!

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Collab with @Zelosse

Having only met Taiji when the boy was much younger in the darkness of Taiji's collapsed home and partially thanks to mild data loss from having been reborn after the Yokai Incident, Gil did not immediately recognize Taiji. But seeing the other digimon pair off with the other humans, Gil noticed the look of terror in Taiji's face, not realizing that Gil was the source of Taiji's terror. He didn't like the idea of the boy being alone and terrified, so he offered some assurance, "Welp, looks like we're partners, kid. It's alright, it's okay. I know you're confused, but don't worry, while you're here, you can leave everything up to me until we figure this all out!"

its alright, its ok!

Those words! The holy mantra of Ogata Taiji given unto him by the storyteller, they who had spoken in the darkness until the light had come! This was Gilgamesh wasn't it?! The being who had saved him from the collapse and vanished into motes of light as Taiji had been pulled from the rubble.

"Pa-partners? Like- you and me are teammates? Who the fuck just decides this kind of thing! Where the hell are we, who are you, what are you, THIS IS- Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, no, no! I'm hallucinating! This isn't real!"

Taiji's hands shook as he reached for the medicine in his coat pocket, fumbling the cap open to a mild sedative type pill he took as his heart began beating rapidly. Confronted with a ghost too real and a place too strange he was on the verge of quite likely the biggest panic attack of his life! The fistful of pills in his hands was also an overabundance! Taking that many... might be fatal.

This wasn't going well, instead of calming Taiji down, Gil had somehow only exacerbated the situation. "Woah there, kid, now's not the time for candy!" Gil said completely unaware of the implications of drugs and the possibility of a fatal overdose. But Wisemon's appearance caused Gil to turn around and face the much more powerful digimon and listen to it's accusations. Though Gil was ready to defend everyone behind him with his life, he knew he was outclassed, and that little trepidation in his heart caused him to apprehensively take a step back, resulting in him bumping into Taiji's shins and causing Taiji to scatter his pills on the ground.

"Wh- HEY! I NEED THESE!" Taiji's pills were life and death, in a sense. life meaning the continuation of existence without being overwhelmed and death because taking that many can and would have likely killed him. The only thing stopping them from taking those pills off the ground was the approach of Wisemon and a mild germophobia. The accusations and the strange speech of the larger monster had Taiji on the ropes mentally, heightened heartbeat, sweaty palms, and knuckles turned white from clenching so hard. There were far too many things happening with each and every thing here only making his sensitive mood swing wildly from one extreme to the other.

To be accused of theft and threatened for it was the last straw.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"

"Oh! Sorry about that. I'll help you gather them later. We have some bigger problems to deal with right now," Gil apologized. But when Taiji lashed out, Gil hoped that exuding calm would soothe the riled up boy. "I think he's the owner of this library," Gil added unhelpfully, then empathized with Wisemon, "If I found strangers in my home, I'd be pretty ornery too. But I think the Renamon is right." He gestured with his head to the humanoid fox digimon before continuing, "I think a majority should go look for this book of his, while a minority should remain and hold him off. I volunteer to stand my ground."

With that, Gil turned his attention back to Wisemon, and widened his stance for stability. He had died once defending someone, he could do it again. Sure, he had just recently gotten strong enough to attain his Armadimon digivolution again, and it sucked to have to lose all that progress and growth all over again, but what was the point of living, if not to live by one's own code?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Vivian & Sylvia Altissima

@PaulHaynek @13org @Rezod92

"Ah, the cookies aren't quite available yet," Sylvia replied to Kira, "Our nectar is too potent to use by itself, and needs to be alchemically counterbalanced with other herbs. That's mostly what the greenhouse will be used for."

Afterwards, the sisters made their way to the kitchen. "We're making pies, pastas, and pastries!" Vivian exclaimed excitedly in response to Bart's inquiry. As a baker, these were her specialties, and to a degree, the limits of her repertoire. Hopefully no one was on a carb-free diet. However, the minor awkwardness that occurred between Bart and Neil made the sisters, especially Sylvia, visibly uncomfortable.

"Hey Bart, I know we haven't been here for very long, but are you planning on keeping Neil in the Guild?" Vivian asked, though this question prompted a swift punch from Sylvia. "What I mean is," Vivian said sharply, rubbing her upper arm where she was hit, and shooting Sylvia daggers with her eyes, "He's a part of this Guild, isn't he? Sylvia and I don't always get along, but we make up afterwards. I mean, we have to, we're literally attached at the hip, but you're connected too, through the Guild. I'm not saying you should apologize to him, and maybe the best you can do is agree to disagree, but this awkwardness hurts more than it helps, and if you think no one else feels or sees it, then you've got another thing coming. The longer this festers, the more people will be forced to pick sides, and that leads to a widening of the rift. I know, members of a family are supposed to protect each other, not jeopardize each other, but more importantly, family's forgive. It doesn't have to be tonight, but think about it, okay? I remember the proud look on your face when you invited us the the Guild. But this uncomfortable aura isn't something to be proud of, it doesn't feel like family."

A Prompt for a slow-paced Space Pulp Venture

I'm keeping an eye on this