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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 11 (110)
MP – 10 (100)
SP – 10 (100)
STR – 11
AGI – 9
END – 11
DEX – 10
LUC – 11

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 19 Bronze
Item Pouch (Common):

• Fa Trung's Talisman x2 ^--

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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"Huh?" Ames blinked, looking between herself and all the other party members present. Just as Raime said, the only people that had that creepy old man's talismans equipped were herself and Amulak - and the mage was leveling at a much slower rate than the rest of them with just one talisman. Ames had been wearing two. She look at the slips of paper she'd left with her shoes, and after putting those back on she felt an impulse to stomp on the things.

"Really? This whole time it was due to these stupid things?" Ames huffed, barely suppressing said impulse. She couldn't even complain that it was a scam, because they did help. The stat increase had been great. And... well, it was her own fault for equipping two. Her face flushed slightly in embarrassment. It had been her own fault this whole time!

Ames watched Amulak peel his talisman off, and she scooped her own up off the grass and pocketed them. "Yeah, thanks Raime," she sighed. "At this point I'm just kind of tired. I need like, a mental recharge..." The warrior tucked a thumb under her chin, expression morphing into a thoughtful one. "Let's get everyone back together before more grinding. And maybe I'll re-think my class or... or at least get a sword or something. We kinda got thrashed, I'm surprised that thing gave up so easily."

Ames didn't know if she would really swap classes or not, but without the famed gothic lolita MMO healer around, it would be nice for someone to pick that up. Healing was magic, and she did want to wield some kind of magic after all. Regardless of any combat thoughts, the redhead was serious about a bath. A shower at the very least. If possible maybe I'll peddle these talismans too. Sell them for a loss I guess... if Kriz logs back in I'll just repay him the silver.

『BLANK PAGE』 Manga Slice of Life RP

For your consideration!

_______________________________________________ 甘い下河 | 42 | Senior Editor References ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ TBD for PCs once some characters are in/accepted :) Hasumi Amai: Ex-wife. They have a strained relationship, but they mostly still get along. Fumino Amai: Daughter. They have a good relationship. He visits every other weekend.

Tell Me About Yourself ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Milquetoast. At least, at first. Shimokawa comes off as a tired old man with little interest in anything, let alone his job - although that second part couldn't be further from the truth. He prefers actions over words, just like an editor's favorite saying, "show, don't tell." He does take his position as editor seriously, and he doesn't mince words: in order to get the best out of every mangaka, he will point out every flaw in a script or storyboard... in great detail. He is a realist, that's all. Shimokawa does loosen up over drinks, and it's possible to get some humor out of him, if you're prepared for the most cringe-worthy dad jokes of all time. The longer he knows someone, the more affectionate he will become, although it's mostly with a friendly shoulder pat or ruffling of hair here and there. He doesn't talk about his personal life often, and only those closest to him know anything about his life outside of the office. There are little hints here and there: he buys a lot of 'cute' things, eats a lot of sweets, and he's always unavailable two weekends out of the month. Work History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Shimokawa was always a bookworm, and right out of highschool he took an internship at an editorial company, which evolved into a position as editor as the years went on. He met his now ex-wife there, and their relationship started somewhat scandalously: she was a novelist and he was her editor. Together they brought Hasumi's novels to the top of the charts. Of course, when their relationship was made public, it was deemed unacceptable by the editorial company. Shimokawa ended up leaving, and the couple enjoyed new found freedom in their relationship. Soon a baby was on the way. Shimokawa and his daughter bonded over stories and fairy tales, and while the girl was fond of her mother's storytelling, she was much more interested in picture books and manga. This was Shimokawa's first real exposure to manga, as he would often purchase it for his daughter as she got older. They bonded over it. When Shimokawa applied to Shoujo Weekly he didn't expect to be hired. He recalled joking with his wife about doing it to get free comics for their daughter and sent in his resume. Of course Shimokawa happily accepted the position as he'd been getting a little restless as a stay at home father, and his daughter was old enough to look over herself now. He worked hard for a couple of years at the magazine with a few titles to his name, but none so famous "Gods' Game of Love," the reverse harem romantic comedy that would come to be one of Shoujo Weekly's flagship series. When Gods' Game got an anime, the whole office celebrated and treated Shimokawa to drinks. It was a nice feeling, and Shimokawa started to feel like he might be good at this job. It was similar to editing novels, but different. Exciting. He especially liked when he could brag about his mangaka partners doing well to his daughter, and bring her home some exclusive marketing material. With the most recent reshuffling that came with AmeriTel's acquisition of the company, Shimokawa (now a successful magazine editor thanks to Gods' Game) was sent over to Shounen Spirit... where the vibe was completely different. No longer was he working on love stories and dealing with level headed female mangaka, now he was expected to handle hot blooded and perverted dudes and action series. This was well outside the scope of his experience - even when he worked in novels, he worked on drama and romance stories. And further than that, the stress of the job change fractured an already thinning marriage bond, and he and Hasumi divorced the same year. Still, he was a professional, and he focused on work. The two series he worked on in Shounen Spirit saw some modest popularity; particularly Life Supplier's Diary, a more drama and development focused story, where Shimokawa's strengths helping push the mangaka to greater heights. His second series, He*ck, was a comedic action title that never quite got the recognition other series got. Recently, both of these series came to an end, and with the way the magazine has been looking recently Shimokawa has been thinking about moving on himself. However, 'something' has kept him in the editor's office, looking over potential new series and working harder than ever...

World of Light

Word Count: 691 (+1 exp)
Level: 6 - Total EXP: 15/60
Location: Edge of the Blue

A loud splash drew the Cadet's attention from the living ship. He spotted Sakura overboard, along with various safety devices thrown down to help her climb back onto the ship. Or "shippy," I guess, he thought, letting his thoughts wander off as they often did once it was clear that the girl wasn't in danger. Water logged maybe, but otherwise she seemed alright, thankfully. Ace Cadet chuckled along with Sakura and Bowser Jr., although the latter's tone made it seem he was more laughing at her, not with her, but regardless between her spill and Shippy's debut, it was a nice distraction from the bleak plan the hooded figure tried laying out for them. Though speaking of that plan, the hunter's mind was brought back to it when he quickly turned away from Sakura when she stripped off her uniform, even though she had a training outfit underneath. It was only polite, right? Facing the sea once again, the Cadet squinted ahead at the dark swirling path of sea a little ways off.

"Y'think that's the place the woman was talking about?" asked to no one in particular. He searched the waves for any hint of a fin or shadow, any clue at all about exactly what kinds of monsters they would be dealing with. Piscine Wyverns? Leviathans? Carapaceons? Or something like a big fish, or weirder? All he could see from the ship's bow was fog for the most part. Cadet dragged his eyes over the waves around the area too, but likewise didn't spot anything of interest until he was looking straight down over the rail into the water below. The flash of scales sparkled in his eyes. Many scales. A school of a fish?

Brineybeard confirmed that yes, the sea was teeming with fish in this area. Lucky day indeed!

"Captain!" Cadet exclaimed, leaving his spot by the rail and running up to the man, clapping the pirate on his shoulders with both of his hands. The hunter's face clearly expressed his excitement. "We can use your rods? Gargwawesome! Thank you!"

The Cadet hurried over to the case the captain indicated, eagerly removing the equipment from it. The took a few, intending to hand them out to the others aboard. Truthfully, the Cadet wasn't the best fisherman, but he wasn't the worst either! And fish were so useful! Their scales, organs, and bones could be turned into a variety of things, not to mention their worth as food. It would be interesting to see what kind of fish lived in an ocean like this.

Ace Cadet made his way down the line, offering a fishing rod to everyone: Geralt, Isabelle, Link, Cuphead, and Hat Kid. Although Sakura was busy with a martial arts routine and pointing out a battle on a nearby ship that the Cadet hadn't even noticed until now, he nonetheless offered her one as well. "Here, if you want!" he said, to each person. On his way to the pair of Koopas, Kamek suggested a wager for the area boss' spirit.

"Oho, interesting," Ace Cadet said with a grin. "I'm up for it! Biggest, coolest, and most-est fish?" He glanced at Bowser Jr. struggling with the spear and handed off a rod to Kamek in case the boy decided to change his mind, or if they laid down any rules which was the next thing the hunter asked about. "Are you thinking a fishing free-for-all? 'Cause I might have an advantage if we don't stick to fishing rods," he laughed.

To demonstrate, he strode over to the rail once more and switched his slinger from grappling mode to net mode. That piscine researcher would give me such a scolding for this, Cadet thought to himself. He reached his arm over the water, taking aim at a large group of fish. Once the school was close enough he activated the slinger and the net attachment shot out into the water with the same force it used to haul heavy hunters up steep cliffs. When the cable was reeled in and the hunter lifted the net onto the deck, there were several squirming fish inside of it.

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Word Count: 757 (+2)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 0/20
Location: Sandswept Sky

LEVELED UP!

New Power: Dark Magic. Primrose's aptitude for dark magic has returned to her. She can cast wide range waves of dark magic to damage multiple enemies at once with her Night Ode spell, or concentrate her magic into a more powerful single target spell: Moonlight Waltz.
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Settled back in her seat, Primrose listened to the others talk. She had no recommendations to offer Sectonia, so she kept quiet. Sure, Primrose had some reads on most of the people in the Alcamoth, but they were all mostly the same: heroic types. There were precious few that the dancer had gotten to know beyond a passing conversation in a hallway. It was interesting to hear some opinions about the people she'd been spending her time with though. Even more interesting though was the queen's delegation. That man, Vandham, explained most of it before the three teams left, but a lot of it went over Primrose's head even if the whole concept intrigued her. In another life if she'd grown up to be the noblewoman she was meant to be, perhaps she would have enjoyed retaining knights and sending them on quests. Instead she was here, in another desert, listening to an colorful insect queen give instructions to a little flying pig with a bright ball coming out of it's head.

Focusing on the bizarre amused Primrose, and a smirk grew on her face the longer she thought about it. However once Fox joined them on the bus again, she wiped the smile away and instead fixed the furry man with an expectant look, raising one of her eye brows as she did so. A silent bid for information. He was the only one that spoke with the strange woman after all. Midna mirrored her curiosity - but the rest of the group was more enthralled with the giant mechanical animal. Once the group got moving again in a new direction, Primrose once again gazed out of the window, trying to get a better look at the thing as they approached it.

What an adventurous group, the dancer mused to herself. Frankly she would have steered clear of that thing and continued on toward the mountain if she were in charge... then again, her previous companions came to mind as they so often did, and she could easily see Tressa and Cyrus trying to convince everyone else to investigate such a strange contraption. Face with that kind of enthusiasm, Primrose might have caved.

Once the cat car drew closer to the beast, it was clear just how massive it truly was. Who could have built something like this? Primrose pressed her hand against the glass, watching the machine walk, then look towards them, then start building electricity... Oh, no.

Primrose turned away swiftly, her hands flying up to cover her head as the lightning crashed down nearby and rocked the car even harder than the erratic driving did. When the group had put some distance between themselves and the beast, Primrose caught her breath and looked back at it. Panther asked if they should try and tackle the thing while Midna (apparently in favor of attacking it) let loose a flurry of what Primrose could only guess were expletives.

"...that's strange," Primrose said after a few moments of watching the false camel continue moving on. "It's not chasing after us. It only attacked when we got close."

She turned her eyes back to her new companions within the car. "If it were alive that would be normal for an animal, but it is a construct. I would wager it's protecting something."

Something inside of itself the dancer guessed, considering there didn't seem to be any real landmarks nearby the machine. "...or someone," Primrose continued, "See the buildings on it's back? Perhaps it houses someone who controls it."

Of course, that was all just a hypothesis. After speaking her mind, Primrose looked towards the shining mountain and the leviathan that circled it. Would it be worth it to investigate this machine further, or just continue toward the mountain? If the creature was guarding some treasure, would that even be helpful?

"...who's to say the sun even sets here?" Primrose said, glancing at Midna before continuing, "I am of the mind that we should go on to the mountain, but if you all believe it would be worth it to have a look inside that creature... I would think our flying friends have the best chance of disrupting that lightning bolt." Primrose sat back in her seat, casually smoothing the fabric of her dancer's outfit. "And unless that camel has a thing for brunettes, I don't think I will be much help unless we get onto it," she finished with a small shrug. It was true, battling giant mechanical monsters was just a little bit outside of her experience.

What Are You Listening To?

Thanks to @stone, this.

Hodgic here!

Welcome!

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No-nonsense editor was my character concept too, though I was thinking an older man. Maybe a senior editor? Of course, I also have a mangaka in mind too. I'll work on both concepts and submit whichever one will fit better with the rest of the cast.

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Thank you for the continued interest! Most of the OOC is done, final edits should be coming soon, so keep watching this thread. I should have it posted this week.

@Fiber

Awesome. Honestly I haven't been able to shake the couple of character ideas I've had for this, so I'd be glad to join in if you'll have me!

Fate/Glimmering Oasis

Edge of the City District ➠ Middle of the City District

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There were many things about this battle that took Rider by surprise. He was familiar with fighting against men and beasts, but these enemies acted like neither. They cared not if they injured each other as long as it got them closer to their target: him. Rider wouldn't shy away from close quarters combat, but it wasn't his strongest suit. When his deadly strike against the assassin in front of him proved to be less than fatal, he pulled away a moment too late, earning himself a cut to his cheek as he abandoned his spear and took a new stance, calling his club to him.

As he beat away those that got close, he considered the second surprising thing about these enemies: what was under their mask. They had the shape of a man, besides the face of wriggling, spiny tentacles. That, coupled with the haphazard way they went about their attack, made Rider think that perhaps these opponents weren't servants after all. Just shadows of one, if even that.

Rider bashed his club into one of the puppet's heads, sending it and it's mask spiraling away from him. It was about that time that finally, his master contacted him. Unfortunately, it wasn't the with the best of news, but Daniel did seem to have a plan.

Understood.

A rush of lightning and energy swirled around Rider, pushing the swarm of assassins back. The miniature storm crackled and darkened until it enveloped Rider completely, and when it finally faded he was astride a huge, powerful, painted horse. The creature snorted, staring down every enemy in front of it, baring it's teeth as though it were a predator - until it's rider stroked a hand down it's thick neck.

"My friend, we have no time to spare with these. Let's finish here quickly then return to my master's side."

After all, Inyan - Rider's beloved partner and the crux of his noble phantasms - was much too fast to lure these assassins toward the others. They would never catch up. Herding them wouldn't be a bad idea, but Rider was a warrior, not a shepherd. Inyan stamped his hooves and then shot forward with no further warning, trampling the lot of the strange servants. Then, quick as a bird in flight or a fish in water, the horse galloped away. If some survived and gave chase, all the better. With Inyan's speed and Rider's previously trekked route, it took no time at all for Rider to return to the others.

Master, I'll be relying on your information. Take cover.

_{A Horse Appeared Where Lightning Struck}

Inyan, Wakinyan

When horse and rider came down on the group of assassins, it was with all the force of nature. A crack of thunder sounded long after the bolt of lightning that was Inyan touched down, cratering the already ruined earth. Between one blink and the next they moved, zipping behind the gathered enemies - then again, a chain of electric after image caging them in as they galloped. When the assassins were corralled in by the sparking lightning, Rider moved through the cage, slashing across the center with such speed and force that any in his horse's direct path were sure to be torn asunder, if not completely obliterated. He repeated the movement over again, laying waste to all caught in his noble phantasm's range. The destruction was intense, a fierce lightning storm raging on the ground. Every step Inyan took left a smoldering footprint, and split the very air itself.

It was only over once Rider was sure every single mask was shattered, and their wearers nothing more than smears on the pavement.

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Cacophony Concord

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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 10 (110)
MP – 10 (100)
SP – 10 (100)
STR – 22
AGI – 19
END – 22
DEX – 20
LUC – 21

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 19 Bronze
Item Pouch (Common):

• Fa Trung's Talisman x2 ^{Equipped x2}

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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As soon as Klein slammed into the sandstone, Ames was free - and never happier to be so. The game righted the warrior after a few tumbles, but once on his feet she wobbled and fell back onto her butt, watching Klein and the frog tussle briefly before - finally - the frogman retreated. Or got bored of them, or was satisfied, whatever. The point was he was gone. Ames let out a great sigh at that. "Jeez."

What a sorry state the party was in, but hey, they did it! And all they got to show for it was a token. At least, all Ames got to show for it. A quick glance at her own status screen plainly showed that number which was quickly becoming her least favorite. 1. Level one. Still.

She didn't stare long at the screen. Once she closed it, Ames stood up and weakly raised her arms over her head in a low effort cheer.

"We did it~ nice job everybody. I can't believe two of you got the cool nucleus-thing already, that's awesome. I'm still level one somehow but whatever." Despite her dismissive words, Ames' tone was a touch annoyed. She brought her arms down and shook them, trying to get some of the creature's residue off of her clothes. "I mean, am I doing something wrong? Did I mess up my character creation? I thought my guy was pretty cute but should I have matched my real life gender? I don't really get what the problem is."

As the redhead mused, she removed her avatar's shoes and carefully peeled off not one, but two of the old beggar's talismans from her person. One of them was always meant to go to Kriz, but he hadn't logged back in yet to her knowledge. With these pieces of equipment removed, Ames strode off towards the river nearby, waving Mags' question off with one hand as she passed the brawler by.

"I feel disgusting," she announced, "We should meet up with Lew and Ari in the city, and maybe like, get a real bath or something... I'm sure all of you smell as bad as I do right now."

Ames wasted no time jumping into the river and washing up just to get the feel of the frogman's slime off of her. When she climbed back out and rejoined the party she was soaking wet, but already seemed to be in a better mood. She glanced at the still bloody Raime. "You need help? Wanna wash your face?"