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In Pokémon: Start → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Pureplain City: Trainer’s School || Day 2: Night

“Whew, thank Arceus he’s nice, but he’s still pretty scary,” Eryn said, walking quickly away from Loke, the tiny boy who’d accepted her battle challenge with a smile and proceeded to whip out a Metang and introduce himself as one of the school ranking’s Elite Four. As she’d suspected, she was definitely not equipped to fight the top tiers of the rankings.

A little put off by the fact that a boy around a third of her age had a Pokemon so strong, Eryn was all too happy when another girl appeared, this time challenging her. At rank twenty-three, Leanne seemed around Eryn’s level, since rank thirties and below had been relatively manageable targets, but the girl’s attitude had Eryn wondering whether that was really true. Who’s to say the rankings weren’t increasing exponentially instead of linearly? Loke, for instance, was much stronger than she’d expected, and losing before bed wasn’t on her to-do list.

“Oops, sorry, you got me. Just wanted some quick cash before I left the city, and hey, those trainers accepted my challenge, right? And, speaking of,” Eryn said, glancing at Dei, “I don’t accept yours. Dei, Smokescreen!”

With Dei belching his smoke, Eryn grabbed him and made a run for it, returning her other Pokemon as she did. She hadn’t broken any laws, hadn’t violated any rules, and frankly didn’t want to deal with consequences she didn’t have to. So, away she went, dashing out the courtyard and weaving around the city to get to the Pokemon Center.

Pureplain City: Pokemon Center || Day 2: Night

“Ah, I’m so tired,” Eryn groaned, collapsing face-first onto the mattress. Turning, she looked at her Pokemon, who were clambering either onto the bed or onto the various pieces of furniture around the room, looking equally ready to crash despite being fully healed. She was equally pooped, after that run, and she wanted to pass right out.

“Ugh, need to check my messages before bed though. Phebes will kill me if I don’t respond soon.”

Pulling out her Pokedex, Eryn swiped open the messaging function, eagerly devouring the essay-like walls of text she’d received. Phoebe, a friend from high school who’d graduated to university with aspirations to become a Pokemon researcher, had been Eryn’s friend ever since the fateful day they’d sat next to each other at lunch in grade school. Currently under the tutelage of some fancy professor in Witchpeak City, Phoebe had promised to write often, and write she did. Her most recent messages meticulously detailed the unfavorable conditions around Mt. Allmass, featuring many complaints about the weather, her lack of access due to not having a flying Pokemon available to her, and the plight of trying to study the area without becoming too involved with Team Virtue. Steel-types were the highlight of their study, it seemed, and such types were difficult to find without heading into the mountain itself, which Phoebe was specifically barred from doing.

Her message amused Eryn, as her messages often did. Their interests were so different, yet they’d become such good friends. Yes they both loved Pokemon, and yes they both worked with them, but their interest and work with Pokemon were completely different: Eryn sought to train, travel, and battle with her own Pokemon, while Phoebe aspired to discover, write, and publish papers on Pokemon not necessarily her own. However, while their interests divided them physically, their shared appreciation for Pokemon united them mentally, which was why Eryn was able to summon up enough energy to write her own not-as-lengthy reply back. Along with sympathizing and wishing Phoebe well, she mentioned her own resident steel-type, Kylie, and teased that she might visit Phoebe in the not-so-distant future. Then, message sent, she rolled to the side of the bed, poised to turn off the lights.

Another glance over the room told her none of her Pokemon had moved much from where they’d landed after arriving. On the bed were Dei and Tula, the former curled up at the edge of the bed with one eye cracked open to watch Eryn move and the latter where Eryn had plopped her earlier, eyes open even in sleep due to a lack of eyelids. Kylie, on the other hand, was on the table, limbs splayed and stomach skywards on a surface that could only be comfortable for a steel-type, and Eri was curled on the armchair in the corner, ears angled towards Eryn even though his eyes were closed.

“Long day, ya’ll, but good job. Let’s work just as hard tomorrow.”

With that and a hearty yawn, Eryn flicked off the lights, mentally marking the end to another fruitful day.

Route 2 || Day 3: Morning

Okay, Eryn had been a little paranoid, but she’d slighted a trainer more than once yesterday and she hadn't exactly been up to dealing with it this morning. So, after leaving at an absolutely unpredictable time—with all three digits on the clock different—Eryn had sneaked her way onto Route 2, where she promptly relaxed, bouncing Tula in her arms as she trekked the rest of the way.

Having become rather familiar with the path’s landscape after travelling it so many times, she was almost in her element now, walking down the route. Last night had been offered a restful sleep, as was expected after a long day of training, and, if all went according to plan, she was finally moving on to the next town on the map: Lakewatch Town.

Thoughts of dragons and watery expanses filled Eryn’s mind, but soon enough she found herself in front of the opening of the Wet Caverns, and she peered into the semi-darkness with trace amounts of trepidation. She’d heard many a story of the frightful horrors that awaited travelers inside the caverns, and though she was sure most were just exaggerations, she didn’t like the chance that one might be true. Wet mazes and sudden cliffs as well as the rare beast in the murks and darks—tales of the cavern didn’t inspire a kind image.

Still, instead of fear, Eryn felt a bit excited about the entire ordeal. Here was her first cave journey, where she’d have to be careful about her resources and choices, where she had real concerns about getting lost and not making it through to the other side. Sure the Infested Woods had been creepy, but the Wet Caverns were challenging, almost like an unofficial rite of passage for trainers. Inside, she’d be able to prove her aptitude for adventuring, for exploration and discovery. Inside lay possibilities she would have to use everything at her disposal to take advantage of because hey, here be dragons.

“Well, hopefully we find something interesting inside,” Eryn said, looking down at Tula, then at her other Pokemon. “You all ready?”

Dei grinned, as did Kylie, and Eri nodded. Tula, well, Tula wriggled.



@PlatinumSkink
In The Five Senses → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ferris Talese
@Pezz570@HokumPocus

Though he didn’t find the conversation surrounding familiars particularly interesting, Ferris listened along, trying to pick out useful information from the inane banter. Octavio’s lynx was a proud animal, though ‘not very skilled,’ in the words of Octavio himself, which suggested a life without much conflict. But, given Octavio’s suaveness, Ferris was hesitant to believe such; many people got by with wit rather than strength, and Octavio struck Ferris as that type of person, given his smooth needling of the innkeeper. Then came Sil’s limited vocabulary, which she seemed almost purposely slow at fixing. Ferris cleared his throat at her attempted description of pain, a bit surprised at her strange associations. From her ‘innocent’ words, however, Ferris made the observation that she tended to wander off without Chres, making her a potential eavesdropper Ferris would have to keep an eye out for in the future. That and a nuisance, which she was proving herself to be every other sentence, and Ferris was almost grateful when the innkeeper finally announced the group’s arrival.

The area around them was robed in grime with a noticeable stench in the air, reminding Ferris of why he preferred to stay out of cities in general. Replacing his mask, he waited with the group, meeting the eyes of anyone willing to look at them, be it out of curiosity or otherwise. He’d done his part of avoiding gazes and trying to keep his head down, but that only tended to work in the brighter parts of the city; in the darker parts, where a lack of confidence might mark someone as an unassuming target, intimidation tactics worked much better.

When the innkeeper entered the house where, assumably, someone in The Watch was waiting, Chres spoke up with a question that Ferris couldn’t blame him for but was annoyed at anyway. The timing, frankly, wasn’t too great, and neither was their location if Ferris was going to start talking about his weaknesses. But, since they were on the clock and Ferris couldn’t fault anyone for wondering, least of all his future teammates, he forced himself to relax, taking a cursory glance around before he went into what really wasn’t that big of a deal anyway—or at least to him.

“Yeah, becoming one of the Crazed, I know. With me it’s paranoia, not insanity. Some little thoughts here and there, but I reason them out before they go anywhere. Can’t be too careful, with this brand of magic.”

Finished, he looked between Chres and Octavio, gauging their reactions. Considering that they hadn’t been too put off by his earlier claim of Augaision, Ferris wasn’t expecting a sudden change, but people were fickle. Ferris knew this.
In Naruto: Odyssey → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kazuhiko Taketori
Afternoon || Land of Lightning

The temple was impressive in a rustic sort of way. Carved out of a cliff, it offered both physical and mental solace through its lonely placement and offered scenery. On the wall were scrolls that indicated the temple’s purpose, and from the few characters Kazuhiko could vaguely recognize, mostly through familiar shapes or brushstrokes, the temple seemed to be one worshipping lightning or something relating to it. Seeing as they were in the Land of Lightning, this made perfect sense, and for the rest of the walk through the temple Kazuhiko focused his attention on these intricate carvings lining the columns and walls, trying to piece together scraps of knowledge to better understand what the temple stood for.

Soon enough, when they reached the center room, which had a roof of faded colors, Natsuko bounded out to the balcony, admiring the view as Kazuhiko and Koharu stood back, admiring the structure’s histories. With Natsuko occupied by the sights and sounds, no longer prattling away, the structure was almost soothing in its lost lore and purpose, offering a sort of comforting mystery that didn’t push Kazuhiko to decode it. Rather, it let him do as he pleased, waiting for him to progress at his own pace, be that a fast or slow one.

Walking over to a wall on which a scroll hung, brandishing fading characters like works of art for appreciation, Kazuhiko was aware of Koharu beside him, who was equally if not more appreciative of the temple’s internal significance. It was comforting that at least one of his teammates was as pensive as him, though he knew from experience that Koharu had moments to her when she could match Natsuko’s craziness. While he preferred to remain calm, grounded and in control of his actions and emotions, Natsuko had a way of throwing her emotions around like some mental weight, hefting it to strengthen her actions and thought processes. Many people seemed to prefer speaking to her because of it, perhaps because she could be more interesting, more unpredictable because of it, or because she became predictable as a result, freely allowing people to influence her. While to Kazuhiko this was a childish and rather careless way to live, he could understand why many people choose to live and think as such, and he sometimes wondered if he was too accepting of his lack of youthful energy. He could see that Koharu, for example, was drawn to Natsuko by her energy, was interested in casting off her mental wariness in favor of Natsuko’s bright whimsicalness, but unlike her, he wasn’t drawn to it. He understood it as a concept, understood why he could indulge, but he felt more comfortable abstaining, more secure in maintaining a tight grip on his situation. Maybe it was this difference that separated them, and while Kazuhiko knew Minoru wanted him to open up and act like Natsuko, he couldn’t see why it would benefit him to do so.

When Minoru told them to go off and explore, the group had a variety of reactions. Where Koharu lit up, clearly interested by the possibility of seeing more of the temple, Natsuko shrugged, probably due to her losing interest in the general situation. Given her penchant for human interaction over inhuman ones, her focus on the here and now rather than the past or future, she was bound to get bored sometime during this excursion. That said, she’d still tag along with Koharu and him, and he was similarly interested in the temple, though more so in the possibility of lost jutsu or relics. Just like in villages when families perfected jutsus, factions and organizations were always developing jutsu, and though they might have been strong or even applicable to the present, with so many different justu to compete with, lost jutsu were always interesting. Someone somewhere had thought something useful, and they’d invented that something. Applicable to the present or not, forgotten jutsu were a part of history, and no history was worth nothing.

“Will do, sensei,” Kazuhiko said, turning to head away with his teammates, but he found Koharu already turning the corner and Natsuko getting ready to sit down and wait for lunch.

Meeting his eyes, Natsuko groaned, standing up again.

“Okay, fine, I’ll come!”

“No one’s forcing you,” he said, walking down the hallway Koharu disappeared through.

“Yeah, sure. Totally. Some real hard training we’re doing here, Sensei!”

Looking back to see Minoru busying himself with the lunch, clearly ignoring Natsuko, Kazuhiko hid a smirk.

Natsuko Rinha
Afternoon || Land of Lightning

Natsuko trudged down the hallway, a little behind Kazuhiko and a lot less content. After all, it was hardly her idea to scale a mountain to train, then be told that actually no, it wasn’t training that they were going to do, it was exploring and eating. So what if she didn’t like training either? She could still be upset, and she would maintain that she had every right to be upset precisely because she could. Cliffs, old ruins, smelly scrolls were the only things around, yet for some reason Kazuhiko and Koharu were interested! Trying to understand why her two pent-up teammates were interested in an abandoned building from decades ago was like trying to understand why a turtle like cabbage over carrots: she didn’t have enough patience, and she might not even care all that much. Okay, so it might offer her some insight into their character, but she could find other ways to get the same information, maybe even for less. Boring herself over this all simply wasn’t worth it, and she did her best to make her dissatisfaction known, keenly aware that everyone else was either ignoring her or too interested in the place to notice, as in Koharu’s case.

Speaking of Koharu, though Natsuko was a teensy, weensy bit peeved that the girl hadn’t noticed her annoyance, she still appreciated Koharu much more than the other two members of Team Six. Minoru was the one responsible for dragging them up to this god-forsaken place, and she’d caught that sly smirk Kazuhiko had done his best to cover, which she definitely wouldn’t have caught if he’d put actual effort into hiding it. At least Koharu was ignoring her for genuine reasons, even if Natsuko couldn’t understand those reasons.

Glancing out the window as she trekked along behind Kazuhiko, Natsuko wondered whether Hachiro had settled down at home okay. Admittedly she hadn’t gotten along great with the boy, but she liked to think that there was some sort of vague rivalry between them, a bond born of a love of mischief and competition and a mutual agreement to never let the other person hog the spotlight for too long. Though this ‘rivalry’ may all have been in her head, she didn’t mind having him around too much, especially now that she was thinking about it. He was another kindred soul, of sorts, who helped liven up the group, and he brought out a gentleness in Koharu and Kazuhiko that she herself envied. That was, perhaps, what she envied most about him.

Turning back to the stone hallway, Natsuko glanced at Kazuhiko out of the corner of her eye, racking her brain for something to take her mind off the little boy who wasn’t present. And, stumbling upon an idea, she grinned.

“Race ‘ya there!”

He whipped around to look at her, eyes widening ever so slightly with surprise as she took off down the hallway ahead of him, a wide grin on her face.


Kazuhiko Taketori
Afternoon || Land of Lightning

In all honesty, the polite thing to do was to allow Natsuko her victory, because yeah, she did catch Kazuhiko by surprise, whether he wanted to admit it or not. For that, she deserved a little glee, but because he couldn’t guarantee that she wasn’t going to hold a footrace victory over his head as well, and because Kazuhiko didn’t exactly want to deal with her needling him for the rest of his time here, he decided not to let her win. And, well, the rest was easy, unfortunately; speed had never been Natsuko’s strong suit.

“Damn you, Kazu!” she yelled after him as he sped ahead, breaking an amused grin. It’d been her idea and therefore her fault that he was winning—or, at least, that’s what he’d tell her when she caught up to him.

Rounding the corner, Kazuhiko caught sight of Koharu in what seemed to be a rudimentary library of sorts, complete with shelves and benches carved out of wood. The few rows of shelves there were contained a sparse collection of scrolls, some unwrapped and some not, and as he got closer he realized that scrolls had been scattered around the room as well, over both the benches and the ground, some even torn. There was no doubt in his mind that Koharu had nothing to do with it all, since she was hardly the type to leave a mess, and that alarmed him

“Koharu, what happened?” he asked, coming to a sliding stop beside Koharu, but before he could say anything else, the cliff wall of bookshelves slid back with a heavy thunk.

“Now, see, this is what I’m talking about. Actual tips—good tips. Tips I can genuinely cash in on. Do you know how much this is worth?”

A man stepped out of the new doorway, completely white from his pale hair and skin to his clean tunic and cloth sandals, which were so immaculately white that they looked like they hadn’t even touched the floor. His eyes, a pale yellow, snapped up from the scroll he was carrying—the only non-white part of him, being a dull tan instead—and seized on the two genin in the room.

“Oh, what do we have here? Some Konohagakure ninja here to intercept me? Or two unlucky children playing in the wrong place, at the wrong time?”

He tipped his head, stepping into the room. Behind him, a trio of black-clothed men filed out, drawing their katanas.

“Tell me, children, are you genin or chunin?”

He smiled, showing a mouth of perfectly white teeth just as—

“Damn it, you coward! Die!”

Kazuhiko barely resisted a flinch, whipping around to see Natsuko charging at him with such fervor that it wasn’t until she almost got her hands on him that she saw the other four residents of the room.

“Oh. Um,” Natsuko said, glancing at her teammates. “Who—”

“Tsk. What a waste of time.”

The man in white turned to leave, and Kazuhiko was very alarmed to note Natsuko’s eyes widening beside him.

“Excuse me, what’d you call me, chalkhead?”

The man froze, and Kazuhiko resisted the urge to groan, instead reaching behind him and retrieving three kunai from his pockets as he sized the katana-wielding men up.

“Oops.”

@Sunflower
In Chronicles of Atlas | Medieval Pokemon → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hopefully this works @Ambra

—Himiya Masahiro—
In Chronicles of Atlas | Medieval Pokemon → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Ambra Could I snag a Discord invite? Thinking of a knight or warrior depending.
In [GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
@Vertigo Yep, the picture definitely looks like the characters are meant to fish something out of the drain in the room. Dunno where they'd get a hook and string, but one option is the wire Pebble pulled from the cabinet. Depending on how hard the metal parts are and how long the wire is, it might work, but then again if the drain's wet then it might ruin the wire.

Doorwise, yeah, Duncan's set to just try and open it. His foot fit, so his hand probably will (unless he's that misproportioned lol). I will say, though, that if something grabs him when he reaches his hand out, I'm gonna have an internal heart attack through the screen.

Airvent-wise, totally didn't think about that! Honestly the whole drain + airvent combo said 'serial killer's murder dungeon toned down' to me since, ya know, sleeping gas + drain for clean-up. Glad the door worked too haha
In Naruto: Odyssey → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kazuhiko Taketori
Midday || Land of Lightning

Escorting Hachiro home was a rather dull affair, if Kazuhiko was honest. It entailed a lot of slow walking, unnecessary pit stops, and just overall free time that he was running out of ideas on how to fill by the time they were nearing the Daimyo’s estate. At first the trio had kept up their training in the mornings and evenings, with Minoru joining them intermittently, or whenever he could wake up early enough. These training sessions were the same as usual, sometimes productive and sometimes not, but because of time constraints and the varying landscape. Though the group was making progress, becoming more familiar with the jutsu they had at their disposal, the training sessions still tended towards the unproductive side, usually with Natsuko becoming distracted and leading the session to a slow but eventual end.

Inefficiency aside, though, the journey was fine: mundane, boring at times, but okay. A few more skirmishes were dealt with, each of them similar to the last, as if some unknown enemy thought they’d matched the group’s level with weak, hired thugs. Otherwise, the road was calm and almost relaxing, if a mission could be termed as such. For the first time in a while, he felt himself truly relax, have a second of space to stop worrying about his priorities. Back in Konoha, he saw constant reminders that he needed to keep pushing, keep achieving. From the ranked shinobi running the genin school to his fellow genin peers, there were constantly people to keep ahead of, to match and exceed so his family could continue being proud of him.

This was a pressure he saw partially mirrored in Koharu, and it was perhaps seeing her relax a bit that he too was able to let go of what might usually keep him on his feet at home. Where Natsuko was in a constant state of relaxation, driven by whim both on the road and at home, Koharu was similar in that she was also the heir of her family. Natsuko had her siblings and cousins to fall back on, but Koharu and Kazuhiko had nothing of the sort. They were the pride and future of their households, and their failure would translate over directly.

That all said, Kazuhiko supposed there was one more individual to thank on the part of promoting a carefree environment: Hachiro. Whether it was his natural penchant for innocent yet brutal honesty or a byproduct of his young age and childish antics, he helped lighten the mood whenever he was around, and that became quite often as the journey progressed. Though he’d first taken interest in Kazuhiko, something that Kazuhiko was pretty neutral to as long as it didn’t devolve into a meaningless stream of questions like it usually did after giving the boy too much time to pester him, Hachiro had quickly realized that Koharu was a better target. Well, perhaps Kazuhiko wasn’t giving him enough credit; he meant well, and Koharu liked having him around, slipping into the role of an older sister like she would a second skin.

Still, Kazuhiko couldn’t help but remain a little cynical and attentive of Natsuko’s opinions about the boy, which often accused Hachiro of being manipulative, acting like he couldn’t open this bottle or hadn’t noticed that rock he’d tripped overnight . It didn’t help his case that Kazuhiko caught the dirty looks he shot at Natsuko once in a while. They’d been mutual, yes, but they also spoke of some intelligence if Hachiro had been smart enough to peg Natsuko as trouble and Koharu, the least assertive of the group, as his favorite.

When they finally reached the Daimyo’s residence, however, where Hachiro readily ran away from the genin to his father, Kazuhiko realized that perhaps he hadn’t relaxed enough. Even outside of Konoha, he couldn’t avoid thinking about shady dealings and ulterior motives, couldn’t help but see the worst of a situation and try and keep himself above that. It was how he was raised, he supposed, and even if he went digging, he couldn’t find any reason why he should change.

A slight cold near his feet brought Koharu’s frost growth to Kazuhiko’s attention, and he wondered whether he should say something. Personally, he would prefer to mull over his own emotions alone, but he’d learned that not everyone was the same as him. Natsuko was a prime example, in this case, and she didn’t hesitate to wrap Koharu into a hug after Koharu made her unnecessary apology.

“Aw, did someone hurt my poor Haru baby? Point them out—I’ll see that they face the wrath of Natsuko!”

She pumped an arm, clenching the fist dramatically as she kept her other arm around Koharu’s shoulders, and Kazuhiko cracked a grin. Meeting Koharu’s eyes, he mouthed his question: ‘Haru baby?’

Of course, this would probably embarrass the quieter girl further—that much he knew. But, all things aside, Natsuko had the right idea here, distracting Koharu. The ice nin was too hesitant for her own good mostly, and a little too easy to needle. He’d lay off later, but hey, they weren’t back in Konoha yet, were they?

Natsuko Rinha
Midday || Land of Lightning Outskirts

Minoru interrupted Natsuko’s cooing just when she was getting on a roll, and Natsuko would have been annoyed if it weren’t for the news he’d delivered.

“We’re staying here? Then, as the saviours of the Daimyo’s kid, we get VIP treatment, right?”

She grinned, rubbing her hands together as she took another gander at the Daimyo’s residence.

“Feasts and expensive sheets, come to momma. After she gets some training in.”

Afternoon || Land of Lightning

“This is not what I signed up for!” Natsuko yelled for not the first time that day, pressing into the rock face for dear life as some more loose rocks fell into the abyss below her.

For reasons that escaped her, Minoru had thought it a good idea to take them cliff climbing, and when Natsuko said ‘cliff,’ she meant ‘sheer face of rock with too few footholds and too many crumbly cracks to be human-friendly.’ She was keenly aware of the open sky above her which offered no relief from the dead drop below her, which disappeared into clouds when she looked down. Okay, so maybe it was fog, or mist, or whatever people wanted to call it, but if it looked like there were literal clouds under her feet, Natsuko called that a bad situation.

While Kazuhiko was perhaps a little more focused than normal, he still moved along the cliff after Minoru at a steady pace, easily staying ahead of Natsuko and Koharu. To her credit, Natsuko had managed, for once, to outpace Koharu, but it was hardly a victory when she looked behind her to see a nervous, wide-eyed mess.

When they finally reached solid ground—a stone hallway of sorts, carved out of the weathered rock face—Natsuko took a moment to breathe, hands on her knees as she glared at her sensei, who was patting a flustered Koharu on her head.

“How much longer?” she asked, rushing to Koharu’s side to loop her arm around her teammate’s. “Another cliff face and Koharu and I are heading back.”

But, as it turns out, she needn’t have worried; the rest of the trek was through the cliff structure itself. Consisting of a lot of narrow stairwells and shaded hallways, the structure was surprisingly expansive on the inside, and its architecture allowed natural light to seep into the rooms through a constant stream of balconies and windows. When they finally reached their destination, the largest room in the structure, which Natsuko was now able to identify as a temple, judging by the carvings in the ceiling and the scrolls adorning the walls, they’d also reached the biggest balcony in the building.

Jutting out of the cliff and into the air, the balcony offered a beautiful vantage point of the natural wonders of the Land of Lightning from high above the low forests and crags below. In every direction were cliff formations similar to the one they’d climbed up earlier, some taller and some shorter, but mostly of a uniform size.

A fresh breeze ruffled through Natsuko’s hair as she peered over the balcony fence, and she exhaled loudly, sighing.

“This is amazing.”

Then, remembering why she’d come on this excursion in the first place, she frowned, looking to Minoru.

“Wait, Sensei, are we training here?”

@Sunflower
In [GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Alrighty, you now @Vertigo, no matter what Al says. Fingers crossed that paper isn’t blank though cuz then I just made Pebs look like an idiot.
In [GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Pebble Meyers
@Alamantus@Vertigo

In the cabinets were a strange collection of objects, which Pebs retrieved to place on the counter after each opened door. Slowly but steadily, she accrued a pile of miscellaneous items that seemed to fit together only because each one seemed to have no explanation as to why they were in the room in the first place. Surely, if they had been kidnapped, the kidnapper would be smart enough to clear the room of possible tools before locking their victims inside?

That aside, though, Pebs waa grateful for the new discoveries. Though some seemed less useful than others, like the tangle of wires compared to the two different-sized batteries, others seemed to have an immediate use, like the screwdriver.

“At least we got a screwdriver,” she said, selecting the screwdriver and folded paper from the pile and heading over to Duncan. Then, after handing him the screwdriver with a “You’d probably get more use out of this than me,” she opened up the lined paper for them both to see. Was it as blank and innocuous as it seemed?
In [GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Pebble Meyers
@Alamantus

With a loud ‘bang,’ Duncan’s foot went through the door. It was his second attempt, after aiming his kick at the wrong part of the door the first time, but he’d figured it out after Pebs chimed in to explain the door’s intrinsic lack of substance as opposed to its solid supports, and lo and behold, his foot went through the door without much struggle.

However, a new problem soon presented itself when Duncan tried to retract his foot, and after a few tries, it was clear that he was stuck. Pebs acted as a support for him so he didn’t fall over as he tugged, and thankfully he was able to free himself after a few minutes, which was about when she was about done bearing his weight.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” she asked, glancing at his foot. It’d been her idea for him to break down the door, so if he got hurt doing it, it’d be partially her fault, and that didn’t sit right with her.

Looking around the room, Pebs focused on the cabinets and counters, walking over to them. She counted eight doors total, or four cabinets.

“There’s gotta be something in these, right?” she said, attempting to open each cabinet to see what was inside each of them.

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