Yankee

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

^{Moore Household : 0700 hours}
When she woke up it was slow and quiet. The last remnants of false adrenaline that her brain cooked up for that dream were still pounding beneath her eyelids. Harriette sighed, her eyes still closed, and laid still in her bed until her consciousness caught up with the rest of her. Once it did, it was still a few minutes more before she got up. Lately she'd been waking before her alarm, so the house was pure silence. Unsurprisingly, she was alone.

She sat on the edge of the mattress in her nightgown, reaching towards the end table for her phone. She fiddled with it in her hand for a few moments before opening the notepad application. Writing her dreams down was something she used to do often, and it'd been a while since she'd had one so... vivid. That plane, those people, the heat and turbulence...

Harriette stared at the phone's screen for a while, thinking. It was some dream alright. Her subconscious was bringing up images of war. She was sure the psych students would have a field day with that. Personally, she might have chosen another metaphor - though Harriette tried not to think of her... situation if she could help it. With the exception of fruitlessly fantasizing about ways out of it.

Should you find your worth... That seemed almost like a cruel joke. And from her own mind at that. Harriette squeezed the phone in her hand. Her fingers hovered over the keypad. She stayed like that for a long time, or so it felt. A few minutes later the device vibrated in her hand, the bzzz bzzz of her Monday morning alarm. She was shaken from her trance, surprised to see water droplets on the screen, but there was no time left to wonder about where they'd come from. Thanksgiving break was over, and it was time to get ready for the day. She stood, tossing the phone onto the bed with not a word written, knowing that whatever was in store for her would wash the dream from her memory.

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^{Barclay Waterfront University Campus : 0900 hours}
The campus looked just the same as it had before the break. The halls and classrooms did too. There was still a little time before Harriette's first class, and even more before her assistant work. As she walked through the corridors she could see students and professors alike hustling to their obligations. Many of the latter juggling mugs of coffee in their hands. Harriette knew the drink's source and made her way there. Fortunately, the faculty lounge was open to her even while she was "off duty," so to speak. It was crowded this morning. Harriette let herself zone out as she poured herself a cup and let the conversation flow around her.

"You'll never guess who I ran into over the break - "

" - finally got to work on some hobbies - "

" - son's been struggling so we hired - "

" - flowers, a huge bouquet! It was so romantic - "

" - wasn't the type of work I'd come to expect from him - "

" - are you listenin', Harriette?"

Voices were floating around the room, but Harriette wasn't processing the words. Only her own name pulled her attention forward, her eyes coming back to life as the landed on the face of Mrs. Meadows. She was a portly little lady, open and kind, and bless her - she didn't even look half offended that Harriette hadn't heard a word she'd said.

"I'm sorry," Harriette said, giving the other woman an apologetic smile. "Not enough coffee yet."

Meadow giggled and playfully swatted her shoulder. "Oh don't you worry, I've been there! I was just sayin' that I don't understand the point of givin' students projects over break. Never have. How many of them actually get turned in at the end of it? Seems a mite silly."

Harriette nodded. The two kept up light conversation for a little while. Other professors and assistants filtered in and out. A woman that Harriette had grown to know quite well entered the room a few minutes later, and she could have sworn that the temperature dropped a good few degrees when their eyes met. Professor Rowen, well groomed but aging, smiled and walked right over.

"Ah, good morning Mrs. Meadows, Miss Moore," she greeted. Harriette raised her mug to her lips, glaring at what little coffee she had left in it. It was always 'Miss Moore' with her. Meadows barely had a chance to return the greeting before Rowen went on. "I passed by the cafeteria on my way here. Did you know they're still fixing things? They had the whole week to do that, were they slacking off the whole time? Honestly."

Harriette's taste for conversation had soured, so she said nothing, but the lack of response did not deter the other woman. "I trust you both had a nice Thanksgiving Break, but from what I've been told, Professor Samson had an amazing one."

"Oh? Why's that?" Mrs. Meadows questioned. She seemed mildly curious, but Rowen just gave her a mischievous smile and finally turned to get her own cup of coffee. "Ask him!" she said.

By then most of the people in the room had finished their breakfast and left. The three women who'd been congregating around the coffee maker left too. Mrs. Meadows split off to go upstairs to her classroom, leaving Harriette and Rowen headed in the same direction. The older of the two glanced at her companion and said suddenly, "he had an affair."

"...what?"

"Professor Samson. With a younger woman too, so I've heard. Word like that gets around."

Harriette took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on the hall in front of her. How Leanna always seemed to know everything about a person's personal life she would never know, nor did she care to find out. The woman was like a queen bee being fed gossip by her little drones. Harriette doubted that rumor was even true. Professor Samson was a sweet old man.

"I'm only telling you because I trust you, Harriette. I want some advice, too."

This statement surprised the red head. Her steps slowed slightly and she looked at Rowen. Somehow, Rowen could always appear like she was never doing anything wrong on the outside. The picture of innocence, or maybe ignorance. She looked like that too, now, even though her eyes glittered darkly.

"Should we tell her? Samson's poor wife," Rowen said. "She ought to know something like that was going on with her husband, don't you think?"

The two of them came to a stop where the hallway separated into two opposite directions. Harriette stared at the professor. She couldn't tell if Rowen was being genuine, or if this was some kind of veiled threat directed at Harriette herself. She didn't know which was worse either, that Rowen still acted like a friend or that she felt the need to remind Harriette of her situation. She narrowed her eyes.

"...you have class in five minutes," she answered with, lowering her gaze. Professor Rowen blinked and checked her watch.

"Oh, you're right. Thank you dear, you're so thoughtful - memorizing my schedule like that."

Rowen smiled pleasantly, and Harriette returned the expression with some difficulty. Both of their smiles were full of teeth. They said nothing more to each other, separating.

World of Light

Word Count: 599 (+1 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 5/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The duo's steady work was coming to a close. All climbing, jumping, cutting, lifting and moving certainly made for an intense workout. Maybe a little too much for the children, though the Cadet was handling it a little better than Nadia. She seemed completely exhausted, but a tremendous noise startled the both of them and signaled the end of their distraction-making. It was the heavy creaking and churning of an old machine coming to life, and it quickly began draining the water beneath them. That meant the diving team had been successful!

Moreau tried a last ditch effort to get at the kids up on the catwalk, but due to the lower water level he fell way short of his target. "Not even close!" The Cadet hollered over the railing, watching the monster crash back into the water with a splash. Things were looking up, weren't they?

"Hellblade yeah they did it!" the redhead said, matching Ms. Fortune's enthusiasm. If he thought any in the command center or in the submarine would have been able to hear him, he would have shouted out praises for them. That would have to wait until they all regrouped. He waited, watching the continual drain of the water with Nadia until it stopped completely. Now that it was visible, the lower level looked pretty much the same as the upper ones. It was dank and full of random machine parts. Rusted and water log pieces of metal were all over the ground. The only things that moved were fish, or fish-like creatures anyway. There was also... Moreau.

The creature was down there, but it wasn't stranded - it was walking around! What the Cadet had thought were huge fins turned out to be sturdy legs that it dragged it's hulking body around with, and it was moving about the bottom level wailing in anger. Of course it just had to be amphibious, if that could label even apply to the mutation. Ace Cadet glanced at Nadia, intending to respond to her with an affirmative, but his stomach growled fiercely.

"Ugh... why'd you have to mention fishsticks." The magically induced hunger was really at odd with unappetizing scenery around them, but man what the boy wouldn't do for some food right then. "Let's go. That thing doesn't seem like the brightest Jaggi in the pack, we can probably make it without getting caught."

The Seekers' destination was still one level above it, so as long as the monster didn't have any means to reach them, they'd be alright to make their way to the lift. With mission "lower the water level" accomplished, those in the command center would be free to just come back out to this area and they they'd find a way across. While that was true for most of them, Bowser - through his loud conversation with Kamek - pointed out that his son was on the lowest level. Duh, the sub! The Cadet smacked a palm to his forehead. Of course the submarine and it's pilot would be stuck down there, no water meant no maneuvering it. This revelation, which seemed pretty obvious in hindsight, had Link going to use himself as bait again to drawn Moreau's attention away from the young koopa prince. Though Link was clever and capable, it had the potential to go poorly. The quicker the Cadet and Nadia got down, the quicker they'd be able to jump in if they needed to.

The hunter sped up his movement over the catwalks, looking over the side at the situation below every couple of seconds. "What's the fastest way down?"

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Pokémon: New Horizons

I wouldn't be against one, whatever's easiest for people.

Pokémon: New Horizons

Waves.

The other individual Bart mentioned was me all along. They accepted my sheet over PM, and now it's up in the Character tab for the curious.

Pokémon: New Horizons

Botan, the Eager Debutante

Botan

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Name:

Botan Naito

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Home Region:

Kanto

Appearance:

Appearance wise, Botan is pretty much your average girl. She has no muscle definition to speak of (and in fact she's quite physically weak), but she's got a healthy build for her age. She's not particularly tall either, standing at about 5'7'', so the most noticeable thing about Botan is her big head of hair. Long, brown, and wavy, Botan likes to keep it loose so that it reaches down her body as much as possible. She finds that style cute. Even when worn in a ponytail or braid, it keeps it's volume.

Botan's clothing choices are stylish, but not extravagant. She wears blouses, skirts, and dress pants. Accessories like ribbons and bracelets are similar - simple, elegant, but not over the top. Even her at home comfortable clothes are like that. She doesn't even own anything that could be considered "lounge wear."

For the trip to Panmia Island, she's invested in some top of the line "outdoor gear," and she looks very out of place in them.

Personality:

Botan is a bit spoiled - but being the heiress to a wealthy family's company will do that to a person. She's used to getting everything her way, and though she's long since grown out of the brattiness of childhood, it's not beneath her to pout and sulk when she gets disappointed. A willful and determined girl, it's common for her to press issues and try to get the best results for her. That said, Botan isn't selfish - her pushiness can benefit those around her as well. Making sure your own are taken care of is just common sense. Or is it business sense? Botan is a little naive about how the rest of the world outside the corporate things work, but she's very much willing to learn - especially when it comes to Pokémon.

She has a genuine interest in them that goes beyond the casual. She's taken classes, read books, and watched documentaries, but has very little practical experience with them. After all but strong-arming herself into a position on the expedition, Botan's excitement is at it's peak. Curious, studious, and driven - she might fit in better than expected.

Pokémon

Loyal Servant

Name:

Jarvis

Species:

Machamp

Gender:

Male

Ability:

Guts

Moves:

• Strength
• Scary Face
• Focus Energy
• Counter
• Wide Guard
• Brick Break

World of Light

Word Count: 608 (+1 exp)
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 25/50
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northwest: Obelisk Temple
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_{ft. brief appearances by Poppi and Fox}

Primrose peeked out from her space, looking up at the welcome surprise that had stopped Band in place. Tora, Poppi, Kan-Ra... There were a few people missing. Primrose thought she saw Fox take a completely different route before they were first ambushed, but that still left Panther and Skull unaccounted for. Oh, and that swordsman too. Hadn't they all been together before she and Big Band were stuck behind the un-moving door? Primrose watched the three descend, and then followed Tora's circular path around her as he explained what they'd gone through up above. It certainly sounded disgusting.

Once they backed away from the ledge to give Big Band room, Primrose stepped near to Poppi to get one more piece of information that they'd left out of their story. "Where are the others?"

Poppi shook her head. "When trap go off, they trapped opposite Poppi and Masterpon. Last Poppi saw, they ran down hall after enemies on that side. Not see them since, sorry."

Primrose nodded, her expression thoughtful. This temple was like a maze with all of it's tricks, traps, and hidden passages. With luck, the missing members of their team would find their way here quickly, but it also might take them a while to navigate. At least they had each other. Eventually they'd regroup.

All of the present team members moved towards the sound of battle, and as expected they found Fox and Azwel in the thick of it. Their opponent was a fierce swordswoman, and it looked like she'd had the upper-hand until they arrived. Some interference from Band and a follow up from Azwel turned the tables, but the blonde retreated with a golden ring. With no signs of her reappeared, the Seekers and Grimleals convened.

Primrose's feelings on Azwel hadn't changed, he still came off as a creep. His words were making her skin crawl, so before her thoughts could show on her face Primrose turned away. She looked over to where Fox was picking himself up instead. Though just a short time ago Big Band has said not to worry about wasting her magic on healing him, she knew that not everyone - maybe not anyone - was built like him. If she could help keep everyone in top form, she still considered that the best course of action. The dancer approached Fox, conjuring the healing flame of Warmth.

"For your wounds. May I?" she asked.

He beheld for a second what he assumed by context to be a cauterizing flame, unaware of its true nature and unsurprised either way, before accepting its holder over with a quiet nod to do her work. Rather than a painful burn, when the fire touched his skin the only sensation was a gentle warmth that gradually healed his injuries. Once she was finished, Primrose stepped back looking satisfied. She was definitely getting the hang of healing now.

They moved on to another large, mostly empty room. Just how obstacles are there? Primrose thought to herself. Assuming these traps weren't an innate part of the temple, if the Resistance had set all this up they'd been frighteningly thorough. It all would have been an effective deterrent if the Yellow Team weren't on a mission, all of them intending to see it through. Primrose looked around the room and ran her hand over the patterns on the pillar closest to her.

"Earlier, Big Band and I made it out of a room by pressing an indentation... though something tells me it won't be quite as simple this time." She studied the objects in the room, trying to glean any insight from them about how this particular puzzle worked.

Monster Hunter World: Starfall

So I've been thinking about it, and even though MH is like one of my all time fav franchises for now I think I will just sit back and watch the story you all write. Perhaps in the future if there's still space I may jump in, but for now I'll just read along. Still, I appreciate that you would have taken my schedule into account!

Happy Hunting!

Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 860/860 - MP: 660/660 - SP: 710/710}
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Inspect User

I want a space here.

CHARACTER

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

Classes:
Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 0 (+10% HP | +10% MP | +10% SP)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3}

Attributes:
HP – 55 (810)
MP – 60 (660)
SP – 60 (690)
STR – 65 (98)
AGI – 52 (74)
END – 50 (65)
DEX – 65 (80)
LUC – 70 (78)

Abilities:
▶ Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
▶ Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
▶ Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Reinvigorate _{Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack.}
▶ Fluid Power _{Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill.}
▶ Harmonic Cycles _{Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round.}
▶ Art of the Split Soul _{Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 15883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Ankle Bells (dented)
• Common Health Potion x4
• Common Antidote x2

Equipment

• Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX
  • Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END
  • Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15.
• Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END
  • Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames.
• Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI
  • 10% resistance to Restraint effects.
• Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX
  • 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain.
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

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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Well, Raime and Amulak made it through fine. They were out there talking with Lugh. Ames couldn't hear what they were saying, but the scout and necromancer were pretty animated with their words. Were they yelling at him or something? Chastising him? Lugh was just sitting there still, though at least he'd woken up. So he wasn't dead.

Ames crossed her arms. She glanced at Magpie for a moment before she looked back to the rest of their party.

"I tried messaging him in the game, but never responds!" she said. It was true, she had. Even before he went missing it was rare that he would reply, but since they'd embarked on this little quest she'd tried a couple times as they made their way to the caverns. It really did look like they were just chewing Lugh out though. Ames sighed and brought up her system menu, bringing up their party chat.

[Ames]: what are u guys doin?
[Ames]: whats he saying
[Ames]: whats goin on

Klein and Mags got to see Ames type out her messages before they got pinged with them. When Raime and Amulak didn't respond as quickly as she liked, she kept going.

[Ames]: did he find the kids?? or the snakegirls or any clues or what

"What'dya guys think, should we go over there too? They didn't get attacked yet or anything, it might be safe enough."