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Need info, so might as well throw a bottled question into the ocean of statuses... What are some features/ideas/etc. that YOU want to see in a monster taming/raising game? All genuine ideas welcome.
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Need info, so might as well throw a bottled question into the ocean of statuses... What are some features/ideas/etc. that YOU want to see in a monster taming/raising game? All genuine ideas welcome.
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@Dane, I need you to talk to a physicist and a psychiatrist, in that order, twice.
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"The worst thing you can do to a character is to make them aware that they're fictional." Ironically, the character who would say this is from an RP I'm not in anymore... Funny, that.
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Just like in JJK, explaining the joke makes it funnier. Luckily that's built into this one.
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Jimbo that's not right. Humans are a social creature, there's not a single one who can truly survive on their own. Even those who seem to be able can only do so because they learned from others.
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"Unfortunately, gods aren't the type that should be believed in." "No doubt this drought will one day end, but it will be by tears."
"And how smart you are only determined which way you fall." - a dream I had once "Court should be adjourned because the jury are fools, and the judge can't decipher his left from his right or his right from his wrong." - Streetlight Manifesto (The Hands That Thieve) "Time whether wasted or well spent is still time." - Rise Against (Zero Visibility) "Your honor, I think there's a discrepancy. Apparently, the Constitution guarantees freedom of speech, but the First Amendment only guarantees freedom of speech on condition that you do not speak." - RC
• Emblem: A small rainbow colored star tattoo on her left wrist.
• Devil Arm: Originally a simple scalpel, representing the small but effective change she could bring to the world, it has become larger and serrated with her loss of light. Now with a blade the size of a pocketknife's it is no longer an instrument of healing, but rather entirely one of harming.
• Magic: Ironic for a girl who has lost her innate ability to empathize with others, her magic can best be described as "Empathy." Specifically the ESP version, in that she has a grasp on what others are feeling at most times. Despite this being magical in nature, she has picked up some tricks from using it that allow her to notice ticks and subtle changes that broadcast a person's emotional state even without magic. With her magic, stronger emotions are more strongly felt, making surprise attacks against her difficult, but leading to the potential of hiding more dangerous feelings with stronger positive ones, if one were to be skilled enough at manipulating their own emotions.
Much more useful, in her opinion, is the ability to influence the emotions of others. Originally this came from her own, in which she could transfer her own feelings to another person to keep everyone happy and on the same page. With effort, she could enhance them as well, leading to her now infamous "Miracles" water. Now though, she is more of a taker than a giver. Her influence works by stealing the emotions from one entity, storing them, and transferring them to a new target at a later time. Inverse to her original magic of making others feel like she does by pouring out, she now makes them feel like she does by drawing in, leading to apathy and lack of goodwill in her targets in most cases. These stolen emotions fuel her magic further, allowing for her to enter a state similar to adrenaline at the cost of burning through her stores of emotion. This state raises her combat abilities and mental processing speed greatly, but like adrenaline it comes with a drain on her when it stops, though this drain is emotional rather than physical. As such, after rather intense battles with Miseria she will often spend the next day in a state of complete apathy, usually choosing to sleep the day away rather than put effort into anything.
For some reason, Miseria seem only mildly affected by her influence over emotions. Perhaps because they are emotions, rather than a being that produces them...
• Background: Some say that curiosity killed the cat, and fewer still say that satisfaction brought it back. Neither of these held true for young Tsubomi Kana, a girl whose mind is almost as troubled as her past. Yes, some say that curiosity killed the cat, but in fact the cat in question didn't seem to be much of a cat at all...
The strange creature, or perhaps machine, with the body of a housecat and the face of a television lay on its side in a pool of blood that bore the texture of static in the middle of the alleyway. Its head had been broken into pieces and a chunk had been taken out of its right side. Just inside the door that led to the alley were several drunken teenagers, clearly too young to be legally imbibing and without a care for that thought. Further inside were the flashing lights of a party where the youth of the town gathered. There were few rules here, and among them were none that prohibited the use of so-called "party favors." A few drinks of liquid fire, a few drops of illicit compounds, even a few needles were all available. Granted, the only ones that were supposed to be in the party were those old enough to drink, so why should they not be allowed the even finer pleasures of life that altered the mind?
Tsubomi was not the youngest at the event, though at fifteen she was still far too young to be there. Nonetheless she was accepted among the others... Of course, it helped that she was the equivalent of a walking drug, though only a scant few there knew her secret. With a few drinks of colored water from a bottle with "Miracles" written on the side in marker, a person could feel ecstasy without having to take a tab of it. This "drug" was highly sought after by the ravers, and they knew that only one person supplied it, and that its use was heavily regulated by that person. Even so, it tended to be a gateway drug to more dangerous things. Unfortunate, as Tsubomi made it with the genuine desire of getting people off of those more dangerous habits. After all, a magical girl was supposed to help people.
Eventually though, curiosity kicked in. What was so great about the drugs that people turned to when they ran out of their "miracles" allowance? She was bored, had sold all of her supply of her product, and was already high off the emotions of the party. Why shouldn't she do what they all did, and reach for even greater heights of pleasure? So she did. She took a hit of the next best thing to her own magical "drug," and one thing led to another. Soon she was over the moon and barely conscious. Stumbling out of the alley door, she came across the dead Mascot. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and- ...Blood? Did Mascots bleed? Whether or not they did was irrelevant, as it turned out, because the smell came from behind her, towards the nearby dumpster. The drunken teens lay mangled and broken behind it, and the sight almost shocked her back down to earth. Almost. And when the Miseria dropped from the roof above her, she almost managed to dodge. Almost.
Before she could react she was set upon and quickly subdued by the monster. Her life would have flashed before her eyes if she could properly experience the fear that she should have felt. Just before the creature was able to finish her off another Magical Girl who had been passing by slew the Miseria, freeing Tsubomi from the jaws of death. That girl walked away from the night disturbed by the bodies that she had seen but ultimately unharmed. Tsubomi was not so lucky. In her addled state, she had lost her reason and her hope of survival. Later, when she finally processed the events of the night, she came to find that she had lost her empathy. Not in a philosophical sense but in a literal one. She found that she could no longer relate to or care about other people. Soon her social standing at school fell to nothing, followed by her grades, and then her home life. She was eventually kicked out of her home, sent by her loving but unable to coexist parents to live with her less loving but more financially stable aunt and uncle. Doing so broke her parents' hearts but they couldn't manage to raise her alongside her siblings when she was like this.
Now, her new family unit was moving to Hibusa Town, and she was on a path to meet those who were more like her than she would have thought. Curiosity had not killed this cat, but it had tried, and it had irrevocably altered it nonetheless. It's just too bad that satisfaction wasn't there to bring it back.
• Sample Post:
Tsubomi only wanted the world to be peaceful and happy. That, and personal contentment. And to live forever. And to- Well, you get the point. She had a lot of wishes, so when she was confronted by a cat wearing a television on its head, asking what she truly desired, she was unsure how to respond. She spent days thinking it over, until she finally decided that she wanted to wish that people could be happy. If more people were happy, more people would care for others, and more people would help others be happy, right? Her wish wasn't granted in the way she expected, but it was technically granted. In exchange for becoming a magical girl, she would be able to hunt Miseria, the source of much unhappiness and general negativity. She was even granted magic that dealt in emotions directly, so if she worked hard enough, she could make many people very happy with her own power. The fact that she used this power to make money wasn't a bad thing, right? She had a skillset, and just like any skillset it was something that could be capitalized on, so why not get a little back for her efforts? Still, she stayed on the up and up, hunting Miseria and using her magic to put people in better mental states along the way. It really is too bad that she started getting envious of the people she helped...
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Tsubomi walked down the alleyways she knew and hated from her school towards her home. Winter break was about to start, so it was cold, and the hoodie she was wearing was only helping so much, causing her to have ducked into the alley behind the liquor store to help keep the wind at bay. That was where she saw it. A creature of some sort with a television screen for a head jumped out from behind the garbage can and into her view. But Tsumbomi was more entranced than scared. She stopped in her tracks and the feline, for it appeared to be one on closer inspection, turned its static filled screen towards her. It took some time, but the creature(?) managed to convey its question: What do you wish for most? Whatever it is, the feline(?) was willing to grant it. To be honest with herself, Tsubomi didn't know. She asked if she could spend some time mulling over the question, and the cat(?) acquiesced. So she returned home, throwing off her backpack and hoodie after saying hello to her mother and sat in her room, mulling over the cat(?)'s question.
Eventually she decided that what she wanted most was to make the world a better place. But how could she do that? Would a wish for a better world really be possible? She doubted it. So after days of agonizing over the problem she decided to wish to be able to make people happy. She ventured back to the alleyway through the throngs of students now taking advantage of their break from school and found the television-headed cat once more. She took a deep breath, and gave her answer.
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Tsubomi needed money. Her father had to take time off work and was out of PTO, so it was, in her mind, up to her as the oldest child to help out the family finances. She knew that there was quite a bit of... unsavory conduct in her town, and being relatively well liked at school had opened doors that wouldn't normally open for someone so young. A friend of a friend's sister's boyfriend's older brother was the chain that she pulled to get to a position where she could meet an honest to goodness drug dealer. And like a good dealer, Tsubomi gave out free samples. Not in her usual form, of course. She wasn't stupid, so once she knew the name and usual hangouts of her target she approached in her magical girl form. Luckily she already looked the part of a druggie, but she was the hunter here. Having approached the young man in a secluded area, she offered him a sample of a new drug she claimed to have developed. In all honesty it was just filtered water with some blue and red food coloring in it, but the lack of significant taste and the bright colors made it perfect. A bit of magic later and she had successfully altered the dealer's mental state enough to convince him that the "drug" worked as advertised. He offered a lot of money for a lot of product but she knew she couldn't do that. No, she had to make sure to regulate the use, not for safety concerns like she claimed, but because it only worked when she knew someone was using it.
She managed to convince the man and went home with an agreement to produce and distribute more in exchange for an up-front payment of more money than she had ever personally held before. She slipped it into her mother's purse unnoticed, and though her mother was an upstanding person who questioned the source of the bills, she also knew that her family needed the money at the moment. So she didn't pry too hard into where it came from, and Tsubomi never came forward to admit to being the one who put it there. She also never admitted to being the reason her siblings stopped fighting as often as they previously had, or why her parents' were so much less worried about the stresses of their day-to-day.
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Now that Tsubomi has been brought into her extended family, she mostly uses her magic to keep them off her case. This made moving in with them and with them to Hibusa Town much more bearable.
• Other: Tsubomi has only just finished moving to Hibusa Town, and is about to start her first day at Hibusa High. Even though she has been mostly corrupted, she's still in the process of finalizing that corruption, and so there is still a spark of light in her soul.
"Mm.. I figured it was like... if we're in a computer, wouldn't we have to be in a form it can process? Like something can't exist in our world without matter, so if everything here is a file, wouldn't we have to be too? Maybe we're all dot man or something."
That was when Cameron came back with an abducted plant creature. She shook her head and turned back to Terriermon Assistant. "I'm okay with helping you out too. Trading information for information, and maybe some work for supplies, that sounds good. I hope we can get along. But if you're Terriermon 'Assistant," who are you assisting? That Augmon Hakase you mentioned?" Kari paused as she was hit by an idea. "So is "Assistant" also part of your actual name, or is it your profession? Like, uh... 'Kuro' said you're the resident Terriermon, so does that mean there's others like you? Also, is Agumon Hakase related to Kuro? They're actually 'Black Agumon X,' right? Do you all go by family names? She had quite a few more questions, but decided to wait to ask them just yet.
Marrie was the type to hate being without money, and that meant that she couldn't imagine ever being so without it to become homeless. So as she waited for the recovery team, after giving Bardo a quick rundown on the situation, she thought through what she assumed she'd need for food and rent. Unfortunately, doing so made her realize even more just how desperate the survivors of the night were, but when she finished her calculations she was at least hopeful that she'd be helping them.
When those behind the mission arrived, she gave them the information they wanted and a request. She took from her pay only what she thought she'd need to survive until the next mission and asked that the rest be divided up and given to the survivors. Once she'd gotten confirmation, she waved goodbye to the team and any of the other remaining espers within sight as she went to her bike and headed home. As soon as she got to a private enough area, she transformed back to her normal state. When she did, however, something felt off. It wasn't wholly dissimilar to what she had felt when first transforming into esper mode after her Grimoire powered up. She resolved to figure it out later and went home to sleep.
The next day Marrie woke at the ungodly hour of six in the morning, having had nightmares for as long as she'd been asleep that night. A few hours of metaphorically beating her head against a wall with trying to code emotions later and she decided that she really needed to get out and go somewhere. She got ready with her esper gear and went out, ready to head to the Great Escape, but left behind her gun. Normally she wouldn't take a gun anywhere she wasn't prepared to use it, but an esper hangout wasn't the least likely place for violence to spring up. Despite that, she didn't think it was wise to bring a weapon that was so easy to misuse when she was still reeling from the night before.
As usual she took her bike and went to a secluded area to transform, then went directly to the Great Escape. With any luck, she would be able to distract herself from her dreams.
19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain Arctic Storm | Masking Step of the Monsoon | Wind | Riding the Currents After You Get Smacked Up | Gunstock [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Transplace (8), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Portal (8), Rain (2), Bounce (0), Homing (2)
I'm hitting a wall on what to write, so please just assume Luna is following along quietly, since I don't think I'll be able to write something decent by monday.
With "Impmon's" arrival, Kari spun to face the creature but was quickly calmed by its demeanor. Anything that wanted to talk over fight was fine with her. Still, she wasn't going to be unprepared if it changed its mind. It was also kind of funny to her that her fellow human asked "what on earth," when they might not be on earth anymore, and the "imp" asked "what the heck" instead. Fitting.
Kari continued in silence as the group followed "Kuro" to the village. When she saw the small heads bouncing around, swarming the humans, she got a little uneasy. Surely these little things weren't dangerous, but they certainly looked somewhat unsettling. That's when Isaac asked the question she was just thinking. What's with the naming convention? When Yurie suggested that it might be a file type, it sounded plausible. But...
"If that's the case, I wonder what our file type is." She mused aloud. Then she turned to face Yurie directly. "So you're assuming these things haven't evolved to this point? That they're all manually created by someone?" Kari didn't think she believed that.
Shit! Marrie found herself entangled with what she hoped was a Freelancer before she could even attack the monster. Fallen on the ground, she looked up to watch as the mantis was impaled by a lamppost. Finally, some good fucking food a Freelancer she could trust to kill something. As she untangled herself and stood up, she had a realization. Had she even met any other Freelancers who didn't leave right away when in danger, other than Pac and that Bates guy? Was Pac even a Freelancer? She couldn't remember. She shook herself out of her thoughts to find that she had been standing still in confusion. Looking around showed that the semi had stopped and the fight was over.
The thoughts of what had happened today began to creep their way back into her mind, forcing her to shove them out once again. It wasn't quite over yet since the water hadn't been delivered. She headed over to the semi only to find that nobody was there. Hadn't another esper gotten control of it? She didn't know who or where they went but she silently thanked them nonetheless.
She gave the water a quick once-over and took a picture of it, sending it to the job poster, along with a message.
-Hey. So the water's been recovered, but it's not going anywhere anytime soon. The tires are shot, and it'd be smart to bring someone who can purify the water since the guy who had it last mentioned doing something to it. -... -Also probably someone who can take care of some people who died. This whole thing was a mess.
With that hopefully sufficient, she leaned against the trailer and closed her eyes. She'd be having nightmares about today, she knew.
19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain Wind-Carved Glacier | Masking Step of the Monsoon | Wind | Riding the Currents After You Get Smacked Up | Gunstock [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Transplace (8), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Portal (8), Rain (2), Bounce (0), If Foe (0)
This was technically okay'd last season, but to make sure it's not too strong (unlikely) or too weak (likely) or just otherwise won't work, here's my upgrade attempt.
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Wind-Carved Glacier Marrie gains a winter aesthetic and small pieces of armor that look made of ice on her cheeks.
GRADE: Bronze PHYSICAL: E ARCANE: D CHAOS: C SPECIAL: Masking. The "armor" on her cheeks can be targeted by spells for defensive purposes. Otherwise it's entirely cosmetic.
STYLE: Arctic Storm Marrie's sweatshirt now flows in the wind like a capote, allowing for melodies to be put on it for protection.
GRADE: Silver PHYSICAL: E ARCANE: C CHAOS: B SPECIAL: The "armor" on her cheeks can stop physical critical attacks from hitting her head. This special can activate twice per operation.
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"No doubt this drought will one day end, but it will be by tears."
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"Court should be adjourned because the jury are fools, and the judge can't decipher his left from his right or his right from his wrong." - Streetlight Manifesto (The Hands That Thieve)
"Time whether wasted or well spent is still time." - Rise Against (Zero Visibility)
"Your honor, I think there's a discrepancy. Apparently, the Constitution guarantees freedom of speech, but the First Amendment only guarantees freedom of speech on condition that you do not speak." - RC
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