Typical

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Coming of Age Story

Addy Spletzer

Naruto: Odyssey

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Kazuhiko Taketori

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^{Afternoon || Land of Fire: Konohagakure — Mumi Village}

Kazuhiko’s eyes widened when Koharu looped her arm through his, and his brain short-circuited, blank as he processed her smile. As such, he was unprepared for the tug that came, and he managed to just recover his balance as he was strewn along down the village path.

“The orchard first!” Natsuko said from Koharu’s other side, but Kazuhiko wasn’t focused on that right now. Rather, he was focused on why his heart was beating so fast and what that meant in relation to what had just happened. His teammates had been his teammates through thick and thin, through summers and winters, so what was so different now?

When Koharu retracted her hand, Kazuhiko summoned up enough sense to stuff the thought aside, nodding at her words. “Mika said that Nusu usually visits at night, so he’s probably trying to avoid the villagers. He’s also focused on the garden, so we should check where that is too and see if we can figure out where he tends to come in from.”

“Ooo good idea. Now, I’ll leave you two lovebirds be and check the perimeter. Feel free to try holding hands instead!” Natsuko said, waving at them with a grin as she ran towards the far side of the orchard. Her words caused Kazuhiko to widen his eyes, but he recovered more quickly this time, being used to Natsuko’s jabs.

“Right, that should be the south wall, so you check the east and I’ll check the west?” he asked.

At the first sign of agreement from the pale-haired girl, he was off for the wall. He needed a moment to sort through his thoughts. Just as he and Koharu trusted Natsuko to deliver joking jibes, Koharu and Natsuko trusted him to be able to deflect them. He was one of two pillars of strength in the team, and to keep doing what he did on the team he needed to not start thinking of things like how the crook of his arm was still somewhat warm.

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Jutsu

Taijutsu

Keen Fist:

The Taketori style of Taijutsu that uses their Sensaigan’s nerve-cutting abilities to compound the damage done to struck areas. This style of fighting emulates the movements of staves and spears, aiding the Taketori in landing their Sensaigan techniques.

Ninjutsu

Lightning Release:

• Thunder: User creates small sparks of lightning that can hit multiple targets at once.
• Thunderbolt [Needs Practice]: User creates arcs of lightning that can hit multiple targets at once.
• Lightning Strike [Needs Practice]: User creates a strong arc of lightning that can hit multiple close targets or be extended to hit a faraway one.
• Thundering Kunai: User channels their Lightning Release technique into a kunai, thus charging it. This technique can be used with different ninjutsus to create varying intensities of electricity inside the blade
• Lightning Clone Technique: User creates a tangible clone that is dispelled with very little damage and cannot perform jutsu. The clone will also dispel if enough time passes.

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Natsuko Rinha

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^{Afternoon || Land of Fire: Konohagakure — Mumi Village}

Sometime during their scouting trip around the village, the subject of boredom had come up, and one thing led to another until there here and now where the team had challenged their sensei to a game of tag. Though three-on-one was hardly far number-wise, considering that it was three genin against one over-qualified jonin, no genin had thought it unfair. The goal, then, was to keep their sensei from catching any of them, thus proving that their perimeter scout had not been for naught. One of a ninja’s greatest weapons was how they could wield their knowledge of the landscape around them—a lesson that Minoru had taught the three with a previous session of tag that the three had been utterly crushed by.

Currently, she was hiding behind a tree, not daring to peek out at her laughing sensei. This was a game of taijutsu given that ninjutsu was off-limits and the team’s genjutsu skills were rather limited. So, looking at purely Taijutsu, Natsuko was… still last, but not by as big of a berth as she was with ninjutsu. That fact gave her some confidence as she tried to relax and slow down her heart and therefore the rate of her breathing. Step one was avoiding detection, and as hard as that would be, it was possible up to an extent.

With her heart rate stable, she shot a glance at Kazuhiko, who was positioned nearby on a higher limb. He gave her a nod, and she grinned. Unlike last time, the team had a plan for victory this time: Ambush. The tagger had an aura of invincibility due to their ability to tag, but this was a lie. Minoru was not invincible.

On Kazuhiko’s cue, she’d sign a breeze into existence, rustling some leaves and attracting Minoru’s attention. When he decided to investigate, walking over, he’d position himself in the ‘target area’ so that all three genin could jump him.

Now, whether or not the three could knock out a full-grown jonin man was debatable, but they were to prepare to whip out anything and everything they had up their sleeves. For now, they waited until Minoru made the first move.

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Jutsu

Ninjutsu

Wind Release:

• Gale Palm: User increases the velocity or density of wind to form a powerful gale capable of knocking over a person.

Dark Release:

• Kusunemasu [Weak]: User absorbs chakra from others and uses it as their own. Possible through direct physical contact or from a distance with more concentration

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^@Sunflower

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

Tentatively tossing my hat in the ring as well.

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Coming of Age Story

@JunkMail Hey hey, here because I couldn't run this char on spaceboat

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Coming of Age Story

Another girl to the tally, but I want in.

—Addy Spletzer—

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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Keaton Plasse

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Watching the two as she spoke, Keaton noted the initial suspicion both first regarded her with. It made sense, considering the damage people around them could do, but she was glad that both of them seemed to relax quickly. Getting on peoples’ bad side was one thing she wasn’t planning on doing anytime soon.

“Nice to meet you both, and yeah, something of the sort. I got it back and cleaned it, but trying to wear something after someone vomited on it is a little… ” Keaton trailed off. “But whatever. I’m just glad I came out in one piece,” she said, shrugging.

At Lynn’s question, Keaton flashed her a sheepish smile. “I saw that dude,[” she said, indicating Archie, “carrying flowers and decided to follow him. Been trying to meet people now that I’m in a floating aquarium, but I promise I’m not this creepy most of the time.”

She paused, taking a moment to see how her reasoning had gone over. When neither of her audience seemed particularly bothered, she continued.

“I lost track of him after he went into the hospital, but I saw you two trying to sneak out so I thought I’d help with the lady at the front desk. Imagine my surprise when Freaky-D skated by right after,” she said laughing. “I think I’ve seen or met just about everyone from my first day now. As for the people I haven’t seen yet, well, I can go without seeing them for longer.”

She paused, looking between the two, then the four. “You guys all friends though? I wouldn’t have thought you guys were friends after the first day. Too many scrapes and stuff, but I guess my past friendships have been on the tamer side.”

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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Keaton Plasse

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Locating the girl and boy took a minute with the people milling about after Freaky-D’s appearance. That the girl seemed to have completely changed her appearance didn’t help since Keaton had been looking for a blonde in a hospital gown, not a redhead in a hoodie. What gave the two away, then, was how short and skinny she was compared to the boy, who rather towered over her petite frame. They made an odd pair, and Keaton’s lack of answers at this point was referring her to ‘no’ rather than ‘yes’ in the relationship department.

Currently, the two were approaching a bench, and Keaton placed the pair at the bench as the other two girls she’d seen with them on the first day. A reunion for a group of friends, then. The fire girl’s hospital stay would have kept them separated if no one had visited her, and considering the flowers from the boy who’d technically put her there, Keaton figured this was the first time the crew had gotten together in a week. Approaching them would be interrupting that, but she’d already made it this far, so now she just had to choose an opener.

The mere act of thinking she needed to choose an opener was rather unfortunate considering she’d been raised in a “can-do” town to have a “will-do” personality. Everything about her upbringing suggested that she should have mastered the art of butting in and making scenes by now, but she hadn’t, and it was at these moments Keaton wished she was one of the many brainless extroverts she’d met, inconsiderate but somehow doing fine anyway. With this thought, though, came the one that so often accompanied it: She should just go for it, because what’s the worst that could happen? So, over she walked, half braced for impact and half regretting her decision already. The flowers weren’t there, so they’d be a lame lead-in. As was her jacket—that was a non-issue. She’d assume the boy’s reptile form was a taboo too unless otherwise said, so leading with something she did seemed appropriate.

The boy was leading another girl—the one with superstrength—away from the group, adding another tally to “no” and tipping it into confirmation territory for Keaton. So, no relationship despite the flowers—but first things first.

“Hey, you get out the hospital okay?” she asked, walking over to the shorter girl at the bench. “Denim, from the first day,” she supplied, indicating herself in another denim jacket. There were certain things she owned too many of. “But Keaton to most, fancy seeing you again.”

With a polite smile and bright eyes, she felt, for the nth time that week, like she was living freshman year all over again.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Actually managed to get a post up, how about that

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

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Branna Naves

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^{Western Street || Lothian Empire: Garleton || Evening}

The new bandit proved no more a challenge than his fallen compatriots, and Mors swung around to a halt as Branna surveyed the state of the street. With only one target left and a few too many people to engage him, having Mors try to maneuver inn for a hit would be like encouraging him to tussle over scraps. That the last target appeared to be the leader of the inexperienced crew, though, came second to Branna’s impatience. Urging Mors closer, she smiled, watching the unfortunate, axe-wielding soul look about the motley crew of empire folk and sellswords surrounding him. He seemed to recognize his situation, recognize that there was little he could do except accept his fate, and that prompted a low, raspy laugh from her. With the lordling beside her threatening further burns, she waited, savoring the moment as the others circled in. He struggled, he fought, and he flailed, his eyes gleaming against the now-burning city as he engaged the spear-wielding mercenary again, spittle flying from his mouth. The scene was almost too beautiful, too raw in its sincerity, but the mood was quickly broken by the swordsman, who sprang out from behind with the obvious intent to deliver a final blow. “Tsk.” She leaned over to look into Mors’ eye. “Still hungry?” The wyvern shook his wings out, the movement rocking Branna but by no means unseating her. “Hm,” she hummed, the note cracking as she watched the ongoing battle. Then, hefting her spear, she patted the wyvern, grinning. “From above,” she croaked, and Mors’ wingbeats brought them up to diving position. Dead or alive, meat was meat, and the bulky chops of a well-toned fighter were probably the best cuts all day. Hence the dive.

_________________________ Status: Snagging a choice bite Class: Wyvern Flier Exp: 15 Inventory: Iron Spear Vulnerary Stats END: D STR: C MAG: E DEX: D SPD: C DEF: E RES: E LCK: D

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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Keaton Plasse

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After the fiasco on the first day, Keaton found the rest of the week pretty tame. In many ways, she picked up right where she left off in university, and though classes were much smaller on the ship, all the college-level basics were available either in-person or via the ship’s seemingly all-knowing AI, Cara, who took online classes to a whole new level. If anything, Keaton was learning more on the ship than she had on Earth, and she wasn’t sure what to feel about that. On one hand, it was great to be taught by an AI program that tailored the class for her; on the other, it was a tally for the running count of reasons why she’d been correct in agreeing to come to The Promise, and she wasn’t so certain that was a good thing.

That aside, the fiasco had left a pretty big mental mark, especially considering that someone had vomited on Keaton’s favorite jacket and then proceeded to turn into some huge lizard hybrid and trash the place before someone else turned into a human fireball and crisped him. Though she’d been tempted to toss it out, it remained a fond piece of home, and she’d been able to get the stains out after some wrangling with the washing machine and the detergents available to her. Wearing it, though, was another matter entirely, and currently it was hanging at the far side of her closet, in limbo until she was able to decide its fate.

Jacket aside, there was the matter of the people Keaton had met the previous week. Well, ‘met’ was a strong word, but the past week had been freshman year all over again, with people introducing themselves at the drop of the hat, hoping to form some type of connection with just about everyone they could. She was on friendly terms with a few of her classmates, but just like in college, it was hard meeting people outside of her day-to-day routine, so when she spotted the boy who’d been turned into a giant lizard last week passing by, she paused to turn and stare. He was carrying flowers—visiting someone, a girl, who he was courting? Uncertain. But, given that the other few people Keaton had seen with him last week were girls, perhaps it was one of them.

At this point, the boy turned into the hospital, and the dots connected. There were only so many people sent to the hospital that day, after all, and while the number the boy could be visiting with flowers was around three, only one of them had blown up the cafeteria. Now, she might have been jumping to conclusions when assuming that he was seeing the girl who’d called Keaton ‘Denim,’ but just because she didn’t get confirmation for that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. That the girl was still in the hospital, though, was a little alarming. One week—her injuries had been somewhat serious, then, at least compared to the others in the cafeteria. It made sense, though, considering that she’d literally exploded into flames. Whatever details Keaton hadn't been privy to firsthand were provided to her throughout the past week as the subject of the explosion in the cafeteria was used and reused as a conversation starter, and at this point she figured she had a pretty complete picture of her class' memorable first day.

Despite the fact that she might very well be interrupting some sort of romantic reunion, Keaton elected to follow the boy into the hospital. She’d introduce herself, see if the girl was doing alright, and go from there. Fake it until she made it and all that. Sure the boy had a tendency to transform into a huge lizard man he couldn’t control and the girl appeared to be some sort of living flamethrower, but Keaton was beginning to accept that people with such powers were her version of normal now. The girl, at least, seemed like a good person, and good people were the sort of people Keaton wanted to get to know.

The inside of the hospital was relatively quiet with the bustle limited to the side of the hallway which saw new arrivals. Unfortunately, her delay in following after the boy had caused her to lose sight of him, and after glancing down the empty hallways, she idled in the reception, not sure whether to leave or just head down a random hall.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked from her desk.

“No, um,” Keaton said, glancing down the hallways again as she looked for an excuse. Instead, she was surprised to see the boy emerging from a nearby door with a girl in a hospital dressing gown—the fire girl. Their wary glances down the hall and general cautiousness, however, said that they were up to something. Sneaking out. Keaton could help there.

“Actually, yes. I’m meeting a friend here, Amy? She was visiting someone else but I’m blanking out on his name,” she said, pursing her lips as she crossed her arms on the counter.

“Well, can you get in touch with your friend? Or do you know what her friend is in for?”

“A fractured arm I think? Or was it a foot?” Keaton frowned, then shook her head. “Some bone. He got checked in recently?”

“I don’t think we had anyone come in with a broken arm or leg anytime soon but let’s see,” the receptionist said, pulling out a clipboard and looking it over. “No, no broken bones as of five hours ago.”

A glance down the hallway showed that it was now empty, and Keaton fished out her phone.

“Hold on, let me text Amy,” she said, pretending to check it. “Oh, wait... she left already. Damn it.” Keaton flashed the receptionist an apologetic smile. “Sorry about all that, but thanks anyway!”

Just as she turned to leave, though, a crashing sound from down the hall drew her attention, and she watched in surprise as the red-helmeted figure from her first day skated past, waving at her. After taking another few moments to stare at the door he'd left through, Keaton glanced back and, seeing the receptionist on the phone, fled for the exit.

Outside, Keaton found a street that was no longer calm. Freaky-D was what the man had been called, or so she'd been told. Though she'd personally never heard of the name, it seemed he and his exploits were somewhat of a thing online, and Keaton's classmates had readily filled her in on all the pertinent details. His getaways were apparently as much of his brand as his outfit, and she wasn't surprised to find that he was nowhere in sight. This all, she supposed, was another part of her new 'normal.'