Well, I wanted to wait for Weird to post before posting in case they wanted to do anything I should acknowledge.
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Is anyone else alive?
Yo, still alive over here.
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He's fine, I figure they're basically indestructible.
I figured as much, but the pun was too good to resist.
@Xeronoia I hope I left enough to work with. If not, just let me know and I'll add more.
Seems like plenty, so no worries.
Speaking of, Rest In Peace, Darwin. We hardly nu you. :3
Yes children, it's a "soda" drinking contest. It's definitely not a bunch of adults getting drunk off their ass in the middle of the fair, that would be silly. :3
Man the censorship stuff has made some weird situations. Soda Drinking contests, the Milk Bar from Majora's Mask, etc.
Man the censorship stuff has made some weird situations. Soda Drinking contests, the Milk Bar from Majora's Mask, etc.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!"
The chanting came from a small gathering around a long table off to one side of the fair, onlookers cheering on the participants of the drinking contest being held there. Three contestants guzzled can after can as quickly as they could manage, seeking to clear the target goal before time was up.
The first contestant, someone dressed up like a strange reptilian creature, fumbled as they tried to open a new can too quickly. The can toppled from their grasp, striking the ground. A huge spray of liquid sent the can spinning in place, the costumed contestant scrambling to regain control of it. The onlookers laughed at the antics, and even the second contestant couldn't maintain his composure. The musclebound man nearly choked on his drink as a result, giving his chest a few hardy thumps before continuing to chug his drink. The third contestant had more success, the young woman refraining from giggling at the sight and placing another emptied can on her stack. The host stood off to the side, watching out for would-be cheaters and keeping an eye on the stopwatch held in his hand. He raised his free hand up into the air, letting it hang there for a moment.
"Time!" The arm came down with a small swish of air. "Cans down!"
Some chatter filled the small crowd as they exchanged counts on who they thought had made the goal or not. The host moved over next to the first contestant, who had finally gotten their wayward can under control. Taking a moment to assess the pile in front of them, he gave a small 'tsk' sound.
"Sorry buddy, looks like you only managed six! Try again, yeah?"
The host moved over to the musclebound man next, assessing his cans expectantly.
"Only seven cans? Is that the best you can do?"
Finally, the host came to the third and last contestant, the young woman. There was a brief pause and a look of surprise flickered across his face momentarily, before he put on a wide congratulatory grin.
"Eight! Not bad! You hit the goal and you out-drank the other two. I'll put five silver points on your card for you."
"Wooo-urp!" The green-haired woman gave a small cheer, only for it to be interrupted by a sudden small burp. Her cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, the onlookers chuckling among themselves.
She gave herself a quick thump on the chest to clear things up and avoid further embarrassing goofs, tallying her points up in her head as the host started calling for new challengers to try their hand at his contest. She hadn't had any luck at all with the race earlier, and the test-your-strength bell only gave her a single point when she finally got it. That put her at six. Deciding this was her best bet to earn more points, she raised a hand even though she had yet to leave the table in the first place.
"Count me in for a round two." She volunteered once more, the host quirking an eyebrow in momentary surprise. He quickly shrugged it off, turning it to his advantage to try and entice more participants.
"Well alright then! Anybody want to try and see if they can out-drink the little lady?"
Arianna blinked at suddenly being presented as a featured challenge of the contest. Eight cans was a lot to chug in such a short time, only two participants before her had even managed it. Being no stranger to taverns and celebrations, particularly celebrations at taverns, it was a relatively easy feat for her. She had only done eight because that was how many she needed to win some points, beating the other participants was just a bonus. Except now the host had gone and made it a challenge to her and the crowd. She couldn't very well just up and let someone top her after a challenge like that, could she? Wouldn't be fair to them either, if they beat her when she wasn't giving it her best.
With an amused sigh, she waited for the contest to begin again. If nothing else, she would definitely have the points she needed to win that Poyozo Doll from the Tent of Horrors by the time she was done here.
The chanting came from a small gathering around a long table off to one side of the fair, onlookers cheering on the participants of the drinking contest being held there. Three contestants guzzled can after can as quickly as they could manage, seeking to clear the target goal before time was up.
The first contestant, someone dressed up like a strange reptilian creature, fumbled as they tried to open a new can too quickly. The can toppled from their grasp, striking the ground. A huge spray of liquid sent the can spinning in place, the costumed contestant scrambling to regain control of it. The onlookers laughed at the antics, and even the second contestant couldn't maintain his composure. The musclebound man nearly choked on his drink as a result, giving his chest a few hardy thumps before continuing to chug his drink. The third contestant had more success, the young woman refraining from giggling at the sight and placing another emptied can on her stack. The host stood off to the side, watching out for would-be cheaters and keeping an eye on the stopwatch held in his hand. He raised his free hand up into the air, letting it hang there for a moment.
"Time!" The arm came down with a small swish of air. "Cans down!"
Some chatter filled the small crowd as they exchanged counts on who they thought had made the goal or not. The host moved over next to the first contestant, who had finally gotten their wayward can under control. Taking a moment to assess the pile in front of them, he gave a small 'tsk' sound.
"Sorry buddy, looks like you only managed six! Try again, yeah?"
The host moved over to the musclebound man next, assessing his cans expectantly.
"Only seven cans? Is that the best you can do?"
Finally, the host came to the third and last contestant, the young woman. There was a brief pause and a look of surprise flickered across his face momentarily, before he put on a wide congratulatory grin.
"Eight! Not bad! You hit the goal and you out-drank the other two. I'll put five silver points on your card for you."
"Wooo-urp!" The green-haired woman gave a small cheer, only for it to be interrupted by a sudden small burp. Her cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, the onlookers chuckling among themselves.
She gave herself a quick thump on the chest to clear things up and avoid further embarrassing goofs, tallying her points up in her head as the host started calling for new challengers to try their hand at his contest. She hadn't had any luck at all with the race earlier, and the test-your-strength bell only gave her a single point when she finally got it. That put her at six. Deciding this was her best bet to earn more points, she raised a hand even though she had yet to leave the table in the first place.
"Count me in for a round two." She volunteered once more, the host quirking an eyebrow in momentary surprise. He quickly shrugged it off, turning it to his advantage to try and entice more participants.
"Well alright then! Anybody want to try and see if they can out-drink the little lady?"
Arianna blinked at suddenly being presented as a featured challenge of the contest. Eight cans was a lot to chug in such a short time, only two participants before her had even managed it. Being no stranger to taverns and celebrations, particularly celebrations at taverns, it was a relatively easy feat for her. She had only done eight because that was how many she needed to win some points, beating the other participants was just a bonus. Except now the host had gone and made it a challenge to her and the crowd. She couldn't very well just up and let someone top her after a challenge like that, could she? Wouldn't be fair to them either, if they beat her when she wasn't giving it her best.
With an amused sigh, she waited for the contest to begin again. If nothing else, she would definitely have the points she needed to win that Poyozo Doll from the Tent of Horrors by the time she was done here.
Personally, I'd like to not rely too much on Canon PCs.
I like the artifact idea, though. Perhaps the artifact IS the pendant, given it seems to be a key part of Chrono Trigger? Plus, other than the teleporter freaking out, all the time travel until the Epoch is through Time Gates. The Time Gates, iirc, are the result of Lavos' presence and were always there, and they vanish when Lavos is killed. So we don't really need to have the teleporter so much as an accident involving the time gates.
I like the artifact idea, though. Perhaps the artifact IS the pendant, given it seems to be a key part of Chrono Trigger? Plus, other than the teleporter freaking out, all the time travel until the Epoch is through Time Gates. The Time Gates, iirc, are the result of Lavos' presence and were always there, and they vanish when Lavos is killed. So we don't really need to have the teleporter so much as an accident involving the time gates.
Name: Arianna Addinell
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Personality: An adamant believer in fairy tales, myths, and legends. Although considered too old for such nonsense, she is fascinated by all things relating to magic and is constantly on the lookout for any legitimate sources of it. She spends the vast majority of her time reading dusty old tomes and undertaking sudden trips all over the kingdom to hunt down books and relics that strike her as promising. Cheerfully optimistic despite her lack of success, she is an immensely confident person who doesn't believe in giving up. To her, impossibility, dangers, and financial concerns are simply "quitter talk".
Starting Skills:
Presto Combo - An extremely fast series of strikes on a single enemy using a Quarterstaff.
Description:
Element: Fire
Weapon of Choice: Quarterstaff, a multipurpose tool made of sturdy wood.
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSD0-5Bi3c0
History: In her youth little more than a bookworm, she turned her fascination with magic and all things fantastical into something of a profession. She digs through old records, collects old tomes, hunts down old relics, and has even braved the dangers of the wilderness and the odd ruin. Though her efforts have thus far turned up empty handed, she does pass what she comes across along to those who would be interested. As a result she is something of a freelance archaeologist and historian, though she much prefers the term Adventurer. Her skills with her quarterstaff have come in handy many times, be it as a walking aid, fending off animals, or intimidating unruly drunks.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Personality: An adamant believer in fairy tales, myths, and legends. Although considered too old for such nonsense, she is fascinated by all things relating to magic and is constantly on the lookout for any legitimate sources of it. She spends the vast majority of her time reading dusty old tomes and undertaking sudden trips all over the kingdom to hunt down books and relics that strike her as promising. Cheerfully optimistic despite her lack of success, she is an immensely confident person who doesn't believe in giving up. To her, impossibility, dangers, and financial concerns are simply "quitter talk".
Starting Skills:
Presto Combo - An extremely fast series of strikes on a single enemy using a Quarterstaff.
Description:
Element: Fire
Weapon of Choice: Quarterstaff, a multipurpose tool made of sturdy wood.
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSD0-5Bi3c0
History: In her youth little more than a bookworm, she turned her fascination with magic and all things fantastical into something of a profession. She digs through old records, collects old tomes, hunts down old relics, and has even braved the dangers of the wilderness and the odd ruin. Though her efforts have thus far turned up empty handed, she does pass what she comes across along to those who would be interested. As a result she is something of a freelance archaeologist and historian, though she much prefers the term Adventurer. Her skills with her quarterstaff have come in handy many times, be it as a walking aid, fending off animals, or intimidating unruly drunks.
This is the shit, I was looking for remastered CT tracks and found this:
EDIT: And This:
Yooo, that's really nice stuff.
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Accepted as soon as your Theme is picked.
Also, I'm surprised nobody wants to be a fiend.
Alrighty! ^.^
Also, I considered a Fiend for a bit actually, but I decided I liked this idea more.
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