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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
3 yrs ago
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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3 yrs ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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4 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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5 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
5 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
@13org (FYR), [@13BCTheEntity] Magnus' ears fell flat against his hair as he realized that he must have been looking at Marxello weird...oh no, did he think he was trouble? He hadn't meant anything by it, he was just...aaaaagh, this was turning out terrible. Worried that he was going to get beat up, Magnus gulped at Marxello's approach after the clap, palms getting a little sweaty.
Then the questions came. It...was a pretty good question at that. Why was Magnus male anyhow? He himself had absolutely no clue, and honestly he doubted his mating happy parents knew either. Clearing his throat and sitting up now that he was confident that Marxello wasn't going to punch him in the face, he said: "W-Well um...my parents didn't really know either. I just sort of...happened. Sorry if that answer is um...not really helpful. I'm the seventh child in my family though, so maybe the number seven has something to do with it? Freyr might know more though."
Looking over his shoulder, Magnus called out: "Hey, Freyr! Do you um...have any information on why you were born male and all? Marxello wanted to know, and I don't know." As he waited for Freyr's reply, Magnus in the meantime would fumble with his hands, a bit nervous at kind of being interrogated in a weird way by a member of the order. "H-Hey, Marxello, do you um...happen to like monsters? Mom always used to say Heroes of the Order were really...e-err, genocidal." he asked, unintentionally calling Marxello a genocidal maniac by saying that. Freezing up, Magnus suddenly started shivering and buried his head in his hands in shame. "Sorry! I-I-I didn't mean it like that, you just seem...really...nicer than what I would have expected..." he said, trying to correct his mistake. He wouldn't blame Marxello for being mad...heck, he kind of expected it.
I'll be honest, I do need the other players at the Guild House to respond before I can do anything. I'm drawing a blank on my options for posting right now.
Magnus gave a low, and deep sigh as he moved past Haley and stepped inside glumly. It wasn't anything worth getting so spooked over. After all, Marxello was a friend...albeit kind of a scary one. He'd heard plenty of horror stories about the Order...he didn't really understand why tensions had to be at such a point between races that paladins of faith became monster dropping, purifying cherry popping crusaders. At least Marxello was nice. Heck, he even seemed to have a Monster for a girlfriend too, so maybe he was more open-minded than most. But, Magnus wasn't in any real mood to explain why Marxello was okay to have in the building, and simply walked right on in.
Given how low his shoulders were hung as he walked with his back hunched in a very visible degree of "done with this", Magnus entered the guild building and promptly collapsed at a nearby table. He was...really not feeling it after that last quest. Sure, they got a new guild member but...he still didn't get at ALL what that last "job" was supposed to be. He honestly felt like a fool for being so scared of the nothing in the woods, but...man, Celes made some scary noises with the wind. He was however at the very least glad that nobody got hurt, barring both his and Freyr's pride.
Lifting his sullenly sunken head for a moment off the table, Magnus cleared his throat and said: "Um...Marxello is with us, Miss...He's from the Order, but he's a friend. I-I mean, as long as you don't do anything wrong. I...think." the Minotaur said, giving a somewhat cautious glance to Marxello. As a man, he was intimidating. As a human, he was huge. And as a warrior? Probably someone far beyond Magnus' caliber and meager training could hope to hold a candle to. But...that was just how heroes worked, right? Old story books he read used to talk about how monsters used to be basically cannon fodder for the Human Heroes from the last Demon Lord's time. Marxello would also probably feel that Magnus was staring for too long, with a curiously focused look that could be mistaken for a glare. Minotaurs just kinda looked angry. Especially when they had a natural inclination to be sporting two black scilera'd peepers if they happened to be the only male one in existence. Well, that he knew of.
Not yet, no. Sadly I may need to pull out as things may go on for another two or so weeks. I'm so sorry about that.
I see. Well, no need to apologize. That's a bit beyond your control. However, if for whatever reason we don't get another rider in two weeks or so, you'll be first on my list of people to pester. Get well soon man.
"You'd do well to listen to him." a rather stern voiced man said, approaching from behind Thomas as he gave each of the threesome gathered in the alley a cursory glance. "Class cards. Two of them, since I'd imagine you wouldn't be carrying around a rifle in your coat like that." he continued, taking evenly paced steps that resounded the click of his feet against the hard pavement. Taking a glance over at the card lying on the ground, he then turned to Marie. "Given that our research has shown that Masters of those cards seek each other out, its safe to assume you're one as well...but definitely not target Alpha." ...If one were to talk about stiff, this guy probably had his suit starched to his body type. Nothing about this situation seemed even the slightest bit strange to this...random guy, who was just sizing up the three before him. "Hey, you there," he said before pointing at Philip. "Install...you can do it, right? If so, then go right ahead. I need to see if you're the one I'm looking for or not."
The way he phrased it, it almost seemed like he was ordering Philip to Install...whether the man was arrogant or overly confident wasn't easy to see given the unchanging expression plastered on his face, but the thing most clear to Thomas would be that this man had no class card to speak of.
Meanwhile, off on the other side of town a particular inconspicuous motor cycle cop was making his daily rounds, silently observing, making a mental checklist of people, places, faces, things, nuances in movement, speech...all from where he was parked and writing up a ticket on some schmuck that had parked in an explicit "No-Parking Zone". "Sixteen...no, seventeen names. Looks just like he described them. Tonight...Tonight honey." he droned to himself in his thoughts before suddenly getting snapped out of his daze and slipping back onto his back and heading back out on his rounds.
The acrid stench of cheap beer and...well, less than savory substances staining the seats of the bar, the described target downing some good old cheap hooch straight from the bottle as Sajan found herself conversing with him. He gave her a look once she came in, sizing her up with a great deal of curiosity. Her rather exotic appearance and...conflicting sort of garb did indeed help to differentiate her from the chintzy women that had made the bar their den. They practically screamed: "Gold diggers" from the looks of them, but they were irrelevant to the mission.
"Doin' fine. Not as fine as you look though." he said, with what could be one of the most pathetic passes at a woman that could have been heard in...like, two lifetimes if you counted Sajan's card companion. No wonder he hung around such cheap women...it seemed Mr. Charisma had to buy his way into having companionship. Regardless, his seeming inability to properly socialize with the opposite sex would likely pose a potent piece for Sajan to abuse. More alcohol would likely loosen his lips, and given that he seemed to have reacted very little to her presence as a Card Master, it could be presumed that that sort of "Sixth Sense" was being dulled by the buzz. Given how fond he was of cheap booze, perhaps something pricier would loosen him up even more...
That or whatever she wanted to do. There was a sort of...strangeness to the room though. As if the Card's presence wasn't exactly perfectly centered in it. Oh god no he was talking again. "So...where you from honey? Pakistan?" he asked, with all the cultural awareness of a drunk donkey. Given his complexion and general facial structure, in addition to his broke as fuck japanese, one could assume he was American.
As lunch time started to roll around at Hideaki High School, a young girl with mossy green hair sat alone in a class of chatting students in class 1-B. Her food was bland, but nourishing, and her mind was much more focused on the fragmented whispers and hisses resounding in her mind. "Hurry to him~. We don't need to keep the groom waiting." it chimed in, only for the girl to rub her temples. Did...did she get a concussion from that fall? Yes, that must be it. Rising once she finished her lunch, she figured she'd got get checked out at the nurse's office before next period. Why did she even jump again...?
...Again...and again she would for him. If that's what it took to show her love then-
Snapping herself out of a doze just before she would have ran smack dab into a doorframe, the girl scurried out with her bag slung over her shoulder, shuffling to the nurse's office. Passing by, she tried to ignore the rumors some had heard of seeing her jump, while other snickered. She felt...small and pathetic. Alone and- "It's okay~. These pretenders don't know what love really is. He promised he'd go out with you after that, right? Then just tie him up real tight and never let go~" something hissed into her mind once more. Clutching her head, the girl was starting to get really worried and picked up the pace, the distinct sound of snakes buzzing in her brain.
How is everyone in terms of knowledge of the nasuverse and the type-moon franchise?
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Some people are just slower, or have stuff going on in their lives. That's completely fine. As a side note, I'm one of those people who have stuff going on, and I've been feeling terrible for the past few days, so I'm sorry to everyone for the delay in getting my sheet up.
No need to apologize Cojemo. Stuff happens, heck, I got a friend who's taking longer to make a sheet for far dumber reasons. Looking at you @DoktorSchnabel
Justice. Swift, Blind, Prompt, Harsh. A gleaming blade, heads roll. Knife in the dark turned backwards fast, Just Run.
July 18th/Time: 11:49 PM
The slow and quiet sound of steel slicing through flesh, blood, and muscle was carried out in the span of a second. Nothing quick about it besides the pain felt at the smallest unit of time in the smallest part of the brain of the man who's blood splattered out so cleanly and spurted for a moment before the corpse sank to its knees, blood drizzling down from the stump of a neck it possessed, the eyes of the man's head stuck in a glazed over look of terror, as he had been beheaded before he even felt himself restrained. Only primal fear had let him know to try and scream. A young man in his early 20s maybe from the sort of youthful gleam to his eyes that were now just glassy orbs that had captured fear in their last second of activity.
"You were helpful." the beheader said as the fuchsia colored longcoat that was now splattered with blood vanished, leaving him completely clean as he started writing something down on a notepad and pencil; the names of locations, people at them, and the times they got there. All illicit places of either low social renown or unknown at all in the back alleys of Junyo. Without a further word, the police officer returned to his nearby motorcycle before driving off into the night, slipping the notepad, and the card that had exited his body prior to the gruesome act into his inner breast pocket. He still had work to do...
The Fool. Greedy, Selfish Stealing, Plotting, Killing, Purchasing what wasn't his with blood. Depraved...
July 19th/Time: 2:38 AM
He wasn't meant to be there. Or perhaps, he never belonged anywhere in the first place. Regardless, the man now standing against the black of night on a nearly empty highway, seeming to have been left behind by decent folk. However, Highwaymen often struck at such hours, when the light couldn't catch them. An armored car, its cargo seemingly unknown was piloted by two men, one in his late 40s and one seeming to be new based on the fresh look in his eyes and the fatigue evident under those fresh young eyes. Neither however would know that tonight was their last as the headlights of their vehicle caught sight of the young man standing in the middle of the road. Attempting to swerve out of the way of him, the driver narrowly scraped past without hitting him, only for an arrow to pierce through the side window and twist into his temple, then skull, then brain, proving instantly fatal. His companion met the same fate, albeit from an arrow in his jugular causing him to bleed out and suffer a bit longer, as the wound caught fire and caused agonizing burns in his final moments.
Scarcely containing his excitement, the man ran over to the back of the van and kicked the door down as if it were made of cardboard, the armored steel cash-in-transit vault being like a cookie jar as he peered in, expecting loads of dough before grimacing. "...Are you shitting me? 10 Mill?" he questioned before shoving the stacked bills of 10,000 yen bundles haphazardly into the rather shabby looking blue duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Then getting out, he kicked the back right tire of the vehicle purely out of spite. "Fucking cheapasses...ah well. I guess this'll get me a couple hours of fun." he commented before starting to walk down the highway, the fire from the arrows starting to burn more and more, until the transit vehicle was entirely engulfed, the bodies burning to a crisp. "What a drag...man, and I was gonna be set for a DAY...Oh yeah. Thank's Edward."
Making off with his ill-gotten gains, the faint shine of a card was present in his hand. It would be two more hours before police were dispatched to investigate the mysteriously ransacked vehicle and the charred remains of the two drivers.
Tower. Maddened Lover, A tongue so sweet it burns, Burnt by the one who received it. Alone.
July 19th/Time: 7:28 AM
Her breath was shallow and ragged, a bead of sweat intermingling with the salty tears that coated her cheeks as she saw the three story drop before her. She love him, she loved him, she loved him, she loved him, he didn't, no he did, he did! Her thoughts were a mess of white noise as the vertigo started to set in, her own nausea and unease starting to fade away as she slowly extended her right foot. She loved him, so she will fall.
Feet became minutes and inches became hours as her mental processes slowed to a crawl, her arms instinctivly moving to brace her head against the fall he had set herself up for, all for the sake of the boy who'd told her to. After all...he loved her, right? He had faith in her, right? Regardless of what her delusions thought to be right, gravity cared not for such emotions and had her fall. But, something else did care. Something else had loved him too. And that something had landed right against her heart as she had fallen, before sinking into her body. A flash of power for a brief moment, a serpent in her clothes, and then it was over. As she lied on the ground, the teenage girl opened her eyes after the sound of a soft hiss faded, something resembling some sort of card clutched tightly in the palm of her hand. Shivering and sweating as she realized not only was she entirely uninjured, but her fall had literally cracked the pavement it had landed on, her nervous expression soon quivered into a smile. Yes...she could. She could love him because she did it. She could be his because she did it. Now...now she would make him her's.
Holding up the card, she made her way away from the crowd of students that had been minutes late from seeing a girl about to take her own life, grinning eerily at the whispering card in her hand. "Daikichi..." she cooed as she started to head to her classroom...no longer afraid of rejection. After all...he couldn't possibly reject her now. The green haired high school girl of Hideaki High School would silently follow the tedium of her daily school life once more, and after today...would begin her happy married life.
July 19th/Time: 9:00 AM
"Following the story on the recent robbery and arson attack on a Transit Vehicle south of Junyo headed for the Kazuma National Bank. The police have reported that they have found strange entry wounds on the drivers, as well as the charred remains of what appear to be arrows nearby. We await further information, while this story unfolds. In addition, earlier today eyewitnesses caught sight of a young girl-"
"Last night, two more bodies were discovered with their heads cut off! This is crazy! What the heck are the police even doing out there? They need to find this freak fast, or there's gonna be-"
Various media channels, various radio signals, all being monitored and swiftly censored, modified, or deleted on the spot, memories of them altered or transfixed in order to preserve the fabric of society. At the center of that sat the watchful eye of Muninn, which was currently researching methods to combat those individuals bearing the strength of figures from myth and legend; Card Masters. Whosoever was already affiliated with them would be contacted immediately, and the city was unofficially put in a state of high alert.
A company of Magi gathered in organized secrecy from society in order to combat such a threat would of course have already planned countermeasures - One of which was soon to take hold.
"Director, the bait has been taken. Target Beta has already started spending the bait cash around the city; Local bars, clubs, and the like. The two homunculi have also been disposed of." A relatively handsome young man would explain, his head bowed in respect as his dark attire and hair stood out and clashed against the entirely white room he stood in. White walls that reflected everything, white furniture that was dulled and rough, and behind his little white desk sat an aged, but not quite elderly man bearing an aura of serenity about him. It was as if the world itself wasn't teetering on the edge of oblivion as he stood out like a sore thumb, his gray hair fitting, the completely colorless room, but the sharp black suit he wore along with a strangely...even more out of place pink and yellow tessellated triangular tie. "Nice work then Seamus. Let's keep the pressure on Beta, he can't keep slipping away from us forever. Dismissed." he said, the younger man Seamus taking his leave at that.
On his desk sat a beige folder stuffed full of documents on cases of mysterious murders, the very same beheadings conducted by Target Alpha. Flipping through the rather grim coroner reports as well as the police reports of the incidents. Always in alleys, always to criminals, and always quiet. Far too quiet for the precision of the murders conducted. Beta would be simple, but...Alpha was elusive. Smarter. Practically undetectable as well, since if they were indeed using the power of a Servant to conduct these acts, there would be no trace of a murder weapon. Leaning back in his chair, Matias Ansgar let out a deep sigh before shutting the folder, kicking up his feet on his desk and muttering: "Honestly...are we really going to need to throw more Homunculus into this one too? What kind of stunt does the Clock Tower expect us to pull without sending us more funding?" as he completely dropped the (very slight) guise of seriousness he'd had before. Ceasing his griping to nobody in particular, the Director would instead start spinning in his chair in order to think...and he'd really only stop unless someone came in, or if he couldn't take it any more. Mysteriously sometimes the Targets would just outright dissapear...it seemed as if one of the Card Masters had been busy already and was keeping under the radar. Whether this was friend or foe was currently unknown, but Matias didn't care much as it meant less work for him.
Calling on Card Masters for this would be troublesome enough already if they were present, but...as far as their intelligence knew, their only available asset was Ms. Kaur. As such, she would receive the call for Beta's location for the time being. A rather sleazy bar known for cheap booze, women with fat asses, and being an overall hole of depravity and human waste. Naturally fighting there would be a foolish action without knowing the extent of the servant, as well as due to the casualties that would ensue. The choice was her's to proceed as she would.
However, the faintest of tuggings could be felt on the hearts of the Class Cards, as even without a proper Grail War to fight, there was a certain...connection between the servants within the Cards that could be used to at least somewhat track one another down. Whether it be the power of the Throne, or of the heroes themselves was anyone's guess. Regardless, the general location of a Master was locatable, but difficult to pinpoint. But, finding a needle in a haystack is far easier once you know which haystack of many the needle is in.
Not a Sayan
Lunamaria Hawke
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