Vertigo

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

If it's okay, I'll pick which Shadow to mark once I get the vision. Might affect my choice!

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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After Skobeloff's sudden re-emergence (in one piece, thank the Moons), some more shouting at Kyte and arguing over Garrock's safety (the old fool was likely too stubborn to die anyhow), the cave quieted. And, at last, Alpin told them more about the stranger Fellwing had been asking about earlier. She was so focused on every word out the brownie's mouth that when he suddenly pointed a finger towards her, Fellwing nearly jumped. Reflexively she stuck out a claw to point at her chest - to make sure she'd understood right. A black dragon, but not black like her. A dragon of darkness, which she wasn't. Never would be, she hoped, despite how close to it she teetered.

At the sight of Kyte's wing, she practically shrunk. "That's... I've never seen anything like this." But perhaps she might, if she got a moment to concentrate.

Before she could close her eyes and do so however, Stargaze approached Kyte and, weaving moon magic, dissipated the darkness clinging to his wing. "Stargaze!" Fellwing gasped, "That's amazing!"

Skobeloff had a theory regarding some of their inability to use moon magic, and what little Fellwing caught of it seemed viable enough. She didn't catch all of it however, too deep in thought already. Skobeloff was right; this wasn't a battle to be won through strength. What they needed was more information. And if no one here could provide more, then perhaps...

She inhaled.

The Darkness itself would.

ooc

Fellwing Touches the Darkness and with an 8, picks "the visions show you what you need to do; take +1 forward to do it" / "the visions corrupt your soul; mark a Shadow". She wants to know how they might deal with the dark stranger.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Sorry, was gonna post but life got in the way again :') I'll have more time on the weekend and wouldn't mind seeing how the fail plays out first though, so! By all means go first.

Expedition to Isekai

ZA DANKU

DUNCAN STEWART

"The Dunk"

Identity:

The Dunk. Everyone in a small town like Kuroshio knows of the Dunk; how could they not? He's one of the few foreigners to walk its cramped streets, wide-shouldered and a head taller than anyone else. He plays basketball, because of course he does - with a back like his, he was practically born to do it! Now if only he would stop smoking. That stuff kills you, and it's illegal for a high schooler to boot. He's going to ruin his chances of a sports scholarship that way, and that'd be a shame; it's practically guaranteed he qualifies for one otherwise.

Known for his avid love of parties and bending the rules, Duncan embodies many admittedly unwanted traits for a Japanese high schooler. At least in the eyes of the adults; his peers, at least the ones he calls friends, tend to admire him for those very traits, calling him brave. He's loud, boisterous and usually found at the center of attention - seemingly his favourite place to be, if he can help it. He's outgoing and sociable with a tendency for pranks, and even his friends admit he can be a bit 'too much' at times; so focused on having fun that he forgets the feelings of others in the process. "He means well, though," his friends would quickly add if asked, "He just needs a slap back to reality sometimes."

For a basketball junkie, he talks surprisingly little about the sport - and even less about his home life. Apparently he moved to the city due to his mother's work, but rumour has it she passed away a while ago. No one knows what his father does. Come to think of it, Duncan has never mentioned his father. But he must be rich; Duncan's always dressed so well, and even treats his teammates to food on the regular. Who knows, maybe he is modest and just doesn't want to brag about his family's income!

Ha. That'd be a first.

Peculiarity:

🏀 The most outwardly peculiar thing about Duncan is his size, or rather, his height. At 6'7'', he stands heads above his Japanese classmates, and it's earned him a plethora of nicknames, stares and whispers over the years. Needless to say, it's made blending in impossible. Most everyone in Kuroshio has at least heard of him in passing; the foreign giant, always smoking in the streets.

🏀 Local basketball ace; the source of his nickname.

🏀 His mother was Japanese.

🏀 Smoker. Usually turns to the cig when he's nervous or stressed out in particular. Recently, that seems to be often.

🏀 Is hellbent on being chosen for the New Zealand trip. That alone surprises no one, considering how vocal he's been about hating the small town he's stuck in, but recently it's turned into a near obsession for him - which has raised more than a couple of brows. He's even said, though apparently in jest, that if he isn't chosen, he's gonna beat the spot outta whatever sorry sod stole it.

Expedition to Isekai [Short-Term Dungeon Delving]

Man, The DAN-KU. What an excellent nickname.

Interesting to be gathering up a whole exodia's worth of delinquent-types, for sure. And yeah, it would be generally a good idea to at least hash out the vibes each player has with each other. They're all likely to know of each other, if nothing else.

And yeah, Thousand, that's good. Initial D shenanigans are helpful n all.

@ERode

Lmao yeah, I chuckled at the Japanese pronunciation myself once I realized. You can turn it into a Dan-kun pretty easily too, fun.

Didn't want to make him too much of a delinquent though since Cu is making one, so hope he didn't come across that way. He is still a well-liked ace of the basketball team and attends classes and everything, just smokes and talks a little too much for Japanese society's standards. Back in the west, he'd just be a jock.

Expedition to Isekai [Short-Term Dungeon Delving]

Somethin' like this maybe? Had to google whether people have to change their surnames when they immigrate to Japan, apparently not, just gotta spell it in Kana/Kanji for legal documents blah blah probably wasn't needed but now I know.

the dunk

DUNCAN STEWART

"The Dunk"

Identity:

The Dunk. Everyone in a small town like Kuroshio knows of the Dunk; how could they not? He's one of the few foreigners to walk its cramped streets, wide-shouldered and a head taller than anyone else. He plays basketball, because of course he does - with a back like his, he was practically born to do it! Now if only he would stop smoking. That stuff kills you, and it's illegal for a high schooler to boot. He's going to ruin his chances of a sports scholarship that way, and that'd be a shame; it's practically guaranteed he qualifies for one otherwise.

Known for his avid love of parties and bending the rules, Duncan embodies many admittedly unwanted traits for a Japanese high schooler. At least in the eyes of the adults; his peers, at least the ones he calls friends, tend to admire him for those very traits, calling him brave. He's loud, boisterous and usually found at the center of attention - seemingly his favourite place to be, if he can help it. He's outgoing and sociable with a tendency for pranks, and even his friends admit he can be a bit 'too much' at times; so focused on having fun that he forgets the feelings of others in the process. "He means well, though," his friends would quickly add if asked, "He just needs a slap back to reality sometimes."

For a basketball junkie, he talks surprisingly little about the sport - and even less about his home life. Apparently he moved to the city due to his mother's work, but rumour has it she passed away a while ago. No one knows what his father does. Come to think of it, Duncan has never mentioned his father. But he must be rich; Duncan's always dressed so well, and even treats his teammates to food on the regular. Who knows, maybe he is modest and just doesn't want to brag about his family's income!

Ha. That'd be a first.

Peculiarity:

🏀 The most outwardly peculiar thing about Duncan is his size, or rather, his height. At 6'7'', he stands heads above his Japanese classmates, and it's earned him a plethora of nicknames, stares and whispers over the years. Needless to say, it's made blending in impossible. Most everyone in Kuroshio has at least heard of him in passing; the foreign giant, always smoking in the streets.

🏀 Local basketball ace; the source of his nickname.

🏀 His mother was Japanese.

🏀 Smoker. Usually turns to the cig when he's nervous or stressed out in particular. Recently, that seems to be often.

🏀 Is hellbent on being chosen for the New Zealand trip. That alone surprises no one, considering how vocal he's been about hating the small town he's stuck in, but recently it's turned into a near obsession for him - which has raised more than a couple of brows. He's even said, though apparently in jest, that if he isn't chosen, he's gonna beat the spot outta whatever sorry sod stole it.

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Heh.

Yasu and Emma, never alone because of their magic, but also in entirely different trajectories.

@ERode

Ha, true, didn't even realize! Love it.

Expedition to Isekai [Short-Term Dungeon Delving]

Don't mind a discord or a lack of it, either works!

Trying to decide between the flirty class clown with deep seated issues or a jock from abroad, now stuck in all meanings of the word.

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Emma Badeaux

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"ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜; 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟.

𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥."

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There was once a young girl that feared the dark. Born among the neon signs of the wealthy inner districts, she was luckier than most. Her life was not spent entirely in darkness, Outis' eternal night lit up by a sea of artificial light that surrounded her housing district. Most of the time, the darkness only lurked at the edges of her vision, patient, waiting, a threat only if she looked, and she'd learnt not to. It was only come time to sleep, when the servants pulled the blinds and turned off the lights, wishing her goodnight in lieu of her parents, that the darkness swallowed everything. And there, in the absence of light, lurked the monsters. In her closet, under her bed, watching her, nibbling at her hands and feet if she dared dangle them outside the safety of her blanket. She wanted to scream, but knew she shouldn't. The supernatural could not hurt her. Her parents had said so the few times she'd seen them; had hired cleaners to that end, and they'd never found anything in her room. Only she did. It was all in her head. She was a good girl, and good girls did not wake people up because of things in their heads. Then, one day, a stranger found his way into her room. A monster, though she didn't know it at the time, for he was not made of darkness and fear - but of flesh and blood. She didn't know what the stranger had already done, not about the state of her parents, not about this man's grudge for the wealthy. Not about the gun behind his back. She tried to warn the man of her monsters. She knew they'd attack him. So certain was she, that the world bent to her will, and creatures that defied all logic poured out from the shadows to assail the man the second his foot crossed the threshold. His gun was of no help, for what sort of a bullet could pierce darkness? There were shouts, and then there was silence. Everyone else in the house was dead. The girl was alone. Except she wasn't. She never had been, and she never would be. But she had made a mess, and her parents always told her to clean up after herself. Years later, it turned out she was petty good at cleaning. The girl's name was Emma. Is Emma, because her story isn't over yet. She turns 18 this year, and no longer fears the dark. She's looked into its depths, seen all its horrors, and given them names. To this day, they come when she calls.

Armaments:

None; petite and untrained in the art of combat on her own, Emma has no skill in wielding any weapon, traditional or otherwise.

Abilities:

Emma is able to manifest the creatures she believes live in the shadows to sunder and devour whatever may stand in their way. Their forms are fluid, always shifting with the whims of her imagination and fears, but they resemble animals more often than not. They did originally spawn from a child's mind, after all, back when beasts were scarier than man. Though of late, some have taken a more humanoid shape, and can even outwardly resemble the types of immortals she's fought recently.

The strength of the creatures varies; in pitch black darkness they can be everywhere all at once, their number limited only by Emma's capability to output vitas. Under the blare of intense neon lights, she struggles to bring them forth anywhere except the darkest of corners.

Other:

- Emma has trouble befriending real life animals, as they tend to shy away from her upon approach.
- She is left handed.
- Always carries around a parasol, which many assume to be a blessed weapon. It's not; it's simply a way to "protect" her from unwanted light.

Expedition to Isekai [Short-Term Dungeon Delving]

Interested!