Yankee

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

^{Barclay Waterfront University Campus : between 1100-1600 hours}
Glad that Mila wasn't upset about the delay in getting her sleep, Harriette focused on finishing up everything she needed to do at the moment. First she took the time to seal her make-up, letting the face paint set before she made any other moves. She turned her head back and forth, studying her reflection in the small compact mirror, and once satisfied she put pen back to paper. After hearing Barney's brief story, her grading noticeably leaned more on the forgiving side. The rest of the work wasn't quick, but it was smooth, thankfully.

After a while, more students were poking their heads in. Some claimed the little space left, spreading things out and doing some work themselves. Harriette was quick to complete her own task once that started happening. She collected the essays and tucked them safely in her bag. As she stood moved to the door, Harriette glanced back at Mila. She considered waking the girl, but the blonde hadn't so much as stirred even with the clamor of people dumping the contents of their backpacks on the table. If she was so deeply asleep, then she probably needed the rest. Harriette left her where she was and went out into the hall, considering if there was time to go out and grab something quick for lunch. She shuffled down the hallway until she found a clock mounted on the wall.

She frowned. It was later than she'd expected. There wasn't time enough to leave the campus and get back before her next class - instead she pivoted and changed direction, heading toward the cafeteria. The line there was particularly long. Harriette couldn't help but roll her eyes. Alright, I guess we'll skip lunch today. Another direction change saw her heading toward the next class she'd be assisting. With hardly any time to spare she entered the classroom.

It had gone much like the first. Harriette was in a funk, making little stupid mistakes and wishing she was anywhere else. The professor for that class wasn't as sympathetic, and his mounting irritation was just making things worse. Harriette had to excuse herself to get composed halfway through, and worked extra hard to make up for the first half of class. It was mentally tiring, and she was glad when it was over.

At this point Harriette was really wishing the day would end already. Unfortunately she still had an evening class to prepare for. While her mornings and afternoons were filled with work as teaching assistants, helping the college's professors with their lessons, she ended her days with classes in which she was the student, getting the last of her degree learning done. Usually it was a way to unwind, but today? She would rather go straight home then sit in the room spacing out while her mind wandered, as she knew it would.

She sighed, climbing the stairwell to the next floor where Rowen's office was located. She didn't expect the professor to be there at the moment, so she thought to drop off the essays and leave before anything else went wrong. Who knew, next the ceiling might collapse or something.

When she reached the dark wooden door Harriette paused, her hand frozen centimeters from the handle. There were voices inside the room. She stood there, staring at the clouded glass window, but it did it's job of completely obscuring everything inside. She hesitated, thoughts tumbling around her head. A few people passing by gave her odd looks, as she was standing still outside the door making no move. She should go, just leave and come back later. Or tomorrow even, that was the deadline the older woman had given her. If she left she could avoid any other contact with Rowen that day with luck... but luck hadn't exactly been on her side this accursed Monday.

And if there was someone else in there, what if...?

Harriette's hand finally met the metal door handle, her fingers closing around it and turning. The door was unlocked and it opened easily, revealing Rowen and a young brunette woman. The professor looked surprised that anyone interrupt her, but seeing it was Harriette her face melted into a wide smile. A bit too wide for the red head's liking. The girl on the other hand, her expression was almost wild with relief. She stood up so quickly that her chair nearly clattered to the ground.

"Since you're busy I'll just - I'll talk to you another time, Professor Rowen," the girl said. She made to dart out of the room, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Rowen smiled at the brunette, having stood and leaned over her desk, and for what seemed like a long time no one in the room breathed. Rowen tightened her grip, squeezing, but after a moment she let go.

"That would be fine. Come by later this week, alright? It's very important that you and I talk."

The girl nodded to zipped away, her eye's meeting Harriette's as she left. Behind Harriette the door clicked shut, and then she was alone with the professor. The two women looked at each other, and Rowen raised a brow when Harriette went right to fishing the graded essays from her bag. She placed the papers on the desk, and tried putting on a polite, placating smile. Apparently this was the wrong thing to do, because when Rowen returned the smile hers had a vicious edge to it.

"Thank you dear!" The professor said, her voice light. She came around the side of her desk, crossing her arms and casually putting herself between Harriette the door. "I didn't think you'd get them done so quickly. You have a lot of time on your hands I see."

No response.

"I'll have to give you some more things to do. Youth, so much energy. It would be a shame not to put it to use."

No response.

"...what's the matter, Harriette? You aren't very talkative today."

Harriette had taken to staring at the older woman's desk, working her jaw in frustration. At the inquiry she glanced up, noting that it wasn't a rhetorical question. Rowen expected any answer of some kind. Likely, she really did just want to talk, knowing how much it irritated Harriette to play pretend and act like everything was okay. Harriette clenched her fist, then loosened it. She continued meeting he professor's gaze.

"...what was with that girl?"

The question didn't catch Rowen off guard at all, and she answered swiftly with a practiced, neutral tone. "A county commissioner's daughter. Here at our little shcool! I was just having a chat about appropriate conduct before you interrupted us."

She's pissed, Harriette thought, drawing in a breath and closing her eyes.

There was a peculiar sound then, like water being poured, and Harriette's opened her eyes to find she wasn't far off. Professor Rowen was dumping the remaining contents of her mug over the essays Harriette had just placed on her desk.

"What are you doing?!" For once the absurdity of the situation didn't give Harriette paused - the red head moved, arms outstretched to try and save the papers before they were too damaged.

Crack.

Another sound startled Harriette, stopping her in her tracks. The harsh smack of a palm against her cheek was more surprising than the slap itself, and the pain didn't start blooming until seconds later. Her eyes were focused on a bookcase in the office's corner, in the direction where her head at snapped to. Slowly, Harriette came back to her senses, lifting a hand to her face and turning to stare at Rowen, aghast. She had never hit Harriette before. Even on the worst of days, when Rowen crowed that she would tell everyone about what Harriette had done, what she was, until satisfied with Harriette's begging that she not - she had never struck her. It was so shocking that Harriette just looked at the other woman with wide eyes, the essays melting away in the liquid.

"I can't believe what my clumsy assistant just did," Rowen said. Her voice was completely monotone, devoid of any of the false cheer it had previously. "Now my poor students will have to resubmit. I noticed a couple of those were hand written too... what a shame. Though I suppose if they didn't have a computer at home they should have found another way, then they wouldn't have to write the whole thing over again."

"You can't do that..." Harriette whispered. Rowen smiled again, stepping close to the younger woman and taking her face in both hands, despite Harriette attempting to flinch away.

"Come now, I can do whatever I want! You know that, you're not that stupid." Her smile widened, turning into a malicious grin. Her fingers curled, and the press of her nails against Harriette's face made the red head flinch again. "You've got a lot of work ahead of you, dear. First will be making an apology to our class for your spill."

Rowen released Harriette, going back over to her desk. She pushed the wad of wet papers into the trash bin nearby, then reached out to tug the teacher's assistant closer by the hem of her skirt. She pulled the garment up and used it as a makeshift cloth, wiping away the last traces of the liquid. Harriette barely reacted, still stunned - though now there was confusion too, which shown plainly on her face. Our? Harriette didn't help out in any of the professors classes, and hadn't for a little while now. Seeing that the other woman was perplexed, Rowen was happy to clarify.

"I told the scheduling office you wanted to come back to working with me. The change should go through soon, so I hope you'll make this up to our students."

"..."

There was nothing left to say. From today on, life was going to get even more miserable again. Harriette bit her lip, and gingerly thumbed over the wet spots on the bottom of her skirt. She'd learned not to argue with Rowen, because it just led to the same scene: herself on her hands and knees pleading the older woman not get her kicked from the college, not when she was so close to getting her degree. She nodded once, a quick motion, then ducked her head submissively. Pleased, Rowen made a shooing movement with her hand towards the office door.

"Great! I look forward to having you close by again. Go enjoy the rest of your day, okay?"

Rowen's voice was back to that sickeningly false cheer. Harriette wasted no time leaving, practically running out of the office and back down the hall where she came. She needed some air. Her feet carried her quickly through the school, and she barely took note of the dark cracks lining the walls. She was so rattled that her vision must be blurry, she reasoned. Why else would the whole school look like it was splintering?

Harriette burst out of the front doors for the second time that day. She ran down the steps—

Crack.

Suddenly she was on the ground, her arms a little scraped up from subconsciously catching herself. She looked over her shoulder to see what had possibly tripped her, and spotted the snapped off portion of her shoe a little ways away. A broken heel? Now? Of all times?! This was just the icing on the worst cake ever. A few people stopped to try and help her up, but Harriette barked at them all to stay away.

"Fuck!" She growled. It was uncharacteristic of her, but right now life sucked and that was the only way to sum it up. "I'm fine! Thanks, but I'm fine."

She pushed herself up and kicked off both of her heels. She scooped them up and shoved them into her bag, stalking away in a random direction. Just how many wardrobe malfunctions can someone have in one day, on top of everything else?

Her feet took her near the waterfront. The area was beautiful and normally Harriette could appreciate it. Often times she found herself walking along the water, thinking. Right now she had the urge to jump in, wash off the horrible feeling of the day - and then, clean, emerge like the subject of one of Jean-Léon Gérôme's paintings. Of course, she didn't. All she did was keep walking, barefoot, until she arrived at a pier. Most days she walked the waterfront Harriette avoided the pier, as it was a popular area for people and couples, especially with the gazebo at the end. Today, though, she walked along the wooden planks that stretched into the water. Here, there were several more of those cracks running along the pier toward the end of it. The fact that the pier itself didn't break apart was proof that the cracks weren't real, just in her mind. She recalled that morning thinking that the Psych department would have a field day with her, and the thought crossed her mind again. She found herself following the cracks, though when she reached the gazebo she stopped, finding a whole group of people already there. They were all fairly young, and some she even recognized. Others looked distinctly out of place, collapsed on the ground. What kind of gathering had she stumbled into? Initially Harriette had the mind to turn around and leave, but something was telling her not to.

Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 860/860 - MP: 660/660 - SP: 710/710}
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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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Currently, Ames was fuming.

She was sitting on the ground with her back pressed against the rotting wood of their cover, her arms crossed over her chest and a distinct, girlish pout on her bishounen avatar's boyish face. The initial relief of leaving the ruin housing the lamia and seeing her party members leave along with her was intense. Like a window being opened and a breeze pushing away stale air, that horrible feeling she'd had while in the room with the snake people lessened.

She'd expected after that the group would leave the area. Go into the next cavern while taking care of some of the undead Raime had mentioned on their way out. Or maybe she thought they would try and leave the cave all together, and get their PvP training done or something.

But, no. Instead they were still in the ruins of some underground civilization, doing the exact thing Sarasa had asked them to do. FOR FREE, Ames noted, something the guys had been arguing against while talking with the snake woman.

What. The. Fuck.

So now, the party's warrior-animist was sitting there unhelpfully quiet while the others came up with a game plan. She would have left to go check out the last cavern herself if she didn't think she would die pretty quickly on her own in this awful place. Hell, she might still try anyway. The only thing presently holding her back was the thought of her friends fighting that horde of goat men and getting massacred. The least she could do was try and help them out. Besides, she would be a hypocrite if she separated from the party now, given how annoyed she'd been when Lugh and Ari had gone off on their own.

^{"This is so stupid..."} Ames sighed under her breath. If nothing else she could probably work out her frustration by fighting, but given their track record she didn't think it would go that smoothly. Not to mention there were a ton of goat monsters, and they all looked pretty strong.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Berserker

BERSERKER

True Name: Yomotsu-shikome

Appearance: A wretched creature. Berserker is a denizen of the underworld; her skin is taunt, dusty and pale. Her hair is wild and unkempt, and sprouting from it are two dark, thick horns denoting her species. On her face Berserker wears a simple mask, as beneath it her visage is horribly rotten. Sagging skin, sharp gnashing teeth, and large bright eyes adorn the face of one that among all beings living in the underworld, is the one most described as "ugly." She is short and thin, but despite her appearance she radiates demonic strength.

Sex: Female

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Attribute: Earth

History: A resident of the Japanese underworld, Yomi, Berserker (known as Yomotsu-shikome or simply "Shikome") spent most of her days indulging herself - terrorizing spirits and lesser monsters, dressing herself in stolen trinkets in a parody of those living above, and devouring anything she could get her hands on. When satisfied, she'd spend the rest of the time lounging. Her existence was a lonesome one. However, it came that one day the Goddess Izanami died and came to Yomi. Naturally, many inhabitants were curious about her. Berserker was no exception, and she struck up many conversations with the sullen Goddess. Berserker was a disgusting creature even for an oni, yet Izanami showed no loathing for her. Similarly, as Izanami's appearance degraded and her body decomposed, Berserker felt even closer to her. One might even say that the two of them, Goddess and demon, became friends.

When Izanami's husband, the God Izanagi, ventured into the underworld to rescue his wife, Berserker for the first time in her life felt conflicted. Because she had come to befriend Izanami, Berserker hoped that the Goddess could return to what made her happy, her life and husband. Yet, Berserker would be lonely should that happen. Berserker didn't have to consider her conflicting feelings long - Izanagi offended his wife by seeking a peek at her decaying form against her wishes and tried to flee Yomi. Distraught, Izanami bade Berserker to chase him down - and that she did.

Her mission to chase after Izanagi and drag him down into the depths of the underworld was in retribution was the only order Berserker had ever been given in her life. It was also the first time anyone relied on her. So she gave it her all. The chase itself was savage fun, but the want to tear Izanagi's head from his shoulders really spurred her on. She was zealous in her pursuit, destroying everything in her path to get to Izanagi. As she gained on him, there was one thing that held her back: her appetite. Despite her want to rip the God apart for betraying her friend, whenever he threw food over his shoulder, Berserker had to stop and eat it. She burned so much energy during the chase that to not eat it would mean she would never catch him. In the end, she didn't end up capturing Izanagi. The God lastly threw a peach at her, something she hated with all her heart, and when she hesitated Izanagi took the opportunity to seal off the entrance to Yomi, separating the world of the living and the dead forever.

Having failed her mission, Berserker returned to Izanami's side and vowed to make it up to her someday.

Personality: Though the concept doesn't exist for her, Berserker embodies sin. Prideful, greedy, gluttonous and even slothful. And as an oni, she enjoys destruction and has a temper. At her core, Berserker is a being that looks after herself. She does what is best for herself, and rarely takes others' opinions into consideration. She just isn't used to being with anyone besides her self. She is technically capable of working within a team, but can't be trusted not to go off alone or sacrifice others to save her own life. She is brash, crude; says and does whatever she pleases whenever she pleases. A selfish existence through and through.

It is nearly impossible to get through to her on a personal level - the only other person to do so was a literal divine being.

The defining aspect of Berserker is her appetite. She loves to eat and drink like most oni, but Berserker considers herself a connoisseur in all things edible. Of course, this includes things like human beings. Though she can appreciate the rich foods and exquisite cuisine of Earth, she will eat anything... well, except for a certain fruit.

Parameters:
STR: B
AGI: A+
END: B+
MAN: C
LCK: C

Class Skills

• MAD ENHANCEMENT B

A skill that raises a servant's basic parameters and strengthens their physical abilities in exchange for their sense of reason and the hindering of their mental capacity. At this rank all parameters are ranked up. Of course, because of Berserker's nature as an oni and underworld creature, her mentality is already incompatible with human beings so she doesn't really suffer any demerit.

Personal Skills

• DEMONIC NATURE OF ONI (SPIRIT) A

A skill that represents the power and true nature of oni. Normally this skill would power Berserker up substantially in a way similar to the skills Monstrous Strength or Mana Burst. While her strength is still beyond what a human is capable of, her nature as a spirit being residing in the underworld informs this version of the skill. Quicker movements, moving through objects while in her corporeal form, and a cold, dread presence manifests from this skill.

• HUNGER B

Equal parts curse and skill, it reinforces the ravenous nature of Berserker and makes it extremely hard to resist going after food sources in sight. Hunger also converts more energy from eating into mana, making it possible to replenish or sustain her mana reserves so long as she is fed. In function it is similar to Independent Action, with some stipulations. She is not above eating humans and other servants - in fact, eating pieces of creatures high in magical ability such as these work especially well to rejuvenate her and 'fill her mana tank,' so to speak.

• BLESSING OF THE GODDESS D

Tasked with chasing down the God Izanagi by his wife, Berserker's agility and endurance increase whenever she is in pursuit of a target. This skill is a little touch of the divine, spurring Berserker on to catch her prey. It imbues her with the hunting instincts of a predator, making her even more deadly and tenacious as she constantly pursues her target, becoming more proficient the longer the chase goes on. Her blood really starts pumping during a chase.

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Yomotsu-hisame
Title: Ring Out, Thunder of Yomi
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: -
Targets: 8
Description: Berserker's Noble Phantasm draws not only from the myth of her pursuit, but also encapsulates a popular reading of her tale that describes her not as a single being, but a group of demons. With a crack of lightning and loud clap of thunder, she splits herself into eight. Each eight is identical in appearance and personality, but they are not a hivemind. Each operate separately, able to pursue different targets or employ strategies as complex as an oni can come up with. Although individually each Berserker is weaker than the servant as a whole, their numbers and vicious dogging of their prey more than make up for the loss of strength.

...of course, this alone does not a complete, chilling tale make. Berserker's mission was to capture Izanagi and drag him back to Yomi. The claws of all eight Berserkers are filled with that promise. If they were to seize someone with their claws, their prey would "fall into the underworld." Every wound, every touch, drains the force of their life until the victim succumbs to "death" and is dragged to Yomi for a permanent stay.

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_{HP: 860/860 - MP: 660/660 - SP: 710/710}
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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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The longer they stayed in the room, the more Ames started to feel that they shouldn't be here. She was getting chills all up and down her back, and the sheer wrongness she felt was threatening to make her physically ill. It was the kind of feeling one got watching a horror movie and seeing a character run head first into the killer's lair. The character was oblivious, but the viewer was stuck knowing how bad the situation was and not being able to do anything about it. It felt creepy and bad. And it was getting worse.

While normally she could appreciate the others' attempts at being suave or weaseling some payment out of these obviously destitute snake people, right now it was giving her a headache. She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of, are you guys serious right now? Do ANY of you feel this?? but she was interrupted by a well time reference from Klein. Her shoulders drooped and she opened the party chat.

"Oh I'll tell you how I feel," Ames said, responding to Mags while she cut a glance towards Sarasa. She voiced her feelings in the private party chat, and once she had Amulak and Raime on her side Ames felt that was good enough to start the process of getting the fuck out.

Sorry, Lew, the redhead thought to herself, maybe someday we'll come back for you.

"We can't help you, sorry. We have other missions to do, and people to find." Just saying that lifted some of the heaviness Ames felt - but not nearly enough to feel comfortable sticking around with these lamia. "You know how to find us though, Lugh."

Despite the confident words, Ames was so eager to leave that he was already backing out of the door they'd come through, ready to sprint away at a moment's notice.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Berserker Proposal

BERSERKER

True Name: Yomotsu-shikome

Appearance: A wretched creature. Berserker is a denizen of the underworld; her skin is taunt, dusty and pale. Her hair is wild and unkempt, and sprouting from it are two dark, thick horns denoting her species. On her face Berserker wears a simple mask, as beneath it her visage is horribly rotten. Sagging skin, sharp gnashing teeth, and large bright eyes adorn the face of one that among all beings living in the underworld, is the one most described as "ugly." She is short and thin, but despite her appearance she radiates demonic strength.

Sex: Female

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Attribute: Earth

History: A resident of the Japanese underworld, Yomi, Berserker (known as Yomotsu-shikome or simply "Shikome") spent most of her days indulging herself - terrorizing spirits and lesser monsters, dressing herself in stolen trinkets in a parody of those living above, and devouring anything she could get her hands on. When satisfied, she'd spend the rest of the time lounging. Her existence was a lonesome one. However, it came that one day the Goddess Izanami died and came to Yomi. Naturally, many inhabitants were curious about her. Berserker was no exception, and she struck up many conversations with the sullen Goddess. Berserker was a disgusting creature even for an oni, yet Izanami showed no loathing for her. Similarly, as Izanami's appearance degraded and her body decomposed, Berserker felt even closer to her. One might even say that the two of them, Goddess and demon, became friends.

When Izanami's husband, the God Izanagi, ventured into the underworld to rescue his wife, Berserker for the first time in her life felt conflicted. Because she had come to befriend Izanami, Berserker hoped that the Goddess could return to what made her happy, her life and husband. Yet, Berserker would be lonely should that happen. Berserker didn't have to consider her conflicting feelings long - Izanagi offended his wife by seeking a peek at her decaying form against her wishes and tried to flee Yomi. Distraught, Izanami bade Berserker to chase him down - and that she did.

Her mission to chase after Izanagi and drag him down into the depths of the underworld was in retribution was the only order Berserker had ever been given in her life. It was also the first time anyone relied on her. So she gave it her all. The chase itself was savage fun, but the want to tear Izanagi's head from his shoulders really spurred her on. She was zealous in her pursuit, destroying everything in her path to get to Izanagi. As she gained on him, there was one thing that held her back: her appetite. Despite her want to rip the God apart for betraying her friend, whenever he threw food over his shoulder, Berserker had to stop and eat it. She burned so much energy during the chase that to not eat it would mean she would never catch him. In the end, she didn't end up capturing Izanagi. The God lastly threw a peach at her, something she hated with all her heart, and when she hesitated Izanagi took the opportunity to seal off the entrance to Yomi, separating the world of the living and the dead forever.

Having failed her mission, Berserker returned to Izanami's side and vowed to make it up to her someday.

Personality: Though the concept doesn't exist for her, Berserker embodies sin. Prideful, greedy, gluttonous and even slothful. And as an oni, she enjoys destruction and has a temper. At her core, Berserker is a being that looks after herself. She does what is best for herself, and rarely takes others' opinions into consideration. She just isn't used to being with anyone besides her self. She is technically capable of working within a team, but can't be trusted not to go off alone or sacrifice others to save her own life. She is brash, crude; says and does whatever she pleases whenever she pleases. A selfish existence through and through.

It is nearly impossible to get through to her on a personal level - the only other person to do so was a literal divine being.

The defining aspect of Berserker is her appetite. She loves to eat and drink like most oni, but Berserker considers herself a connoisseur in all things edible. Of course, this includes things like human beings. Though she can appreciate the rich foods and exquisite cuisine of Earth, she will eat anything... well, except for a certain fruit.

Parameters:
STR: B
AGI: A+
END: B+
MAN: C
LCK: C

Class Skills

• MAD ENHANCEMENT B

A skill that raises a servant's basic parameters and strengthens their physical abilities in exchange for their sense of reason and the hindering of their mental capacity. At this rank all parameters are ranked up. Of course, because of Berserker's nature as an oni and underworld creature, her mentality is already incompatible with human beings so she doesn't really suffer any demerit.

Personal Skills

• DEMONIC NATURE OF ONI (SPIRIT) A

A skill that represents the power and true nature of oni. Normally this skill would power Berserker up substantially in a way similar to the skills Monstrous Strength or Mana Burst. While her strength is still beyond what a human is capable of, her nature as a spirit being residing in the underworld informs this version of the skill. Quicker movements, moving through objects while in her corporeal form, and a cold, dread presence manifests from this skill.

• HUNGER B

Equal parts curse and skill, it reinforces the ravenous nature of Berserker and makes it extremely hard to resist going after food sources in sight. Hunger also converts more energy from eating into mana, making it possible to replenish or sustain her mana reserves so long as she is fed. In function it is similar to Independent Action, with some stipulations. She is not above eating humans and other servants - in fact, eating pieces of creatures high in magical ability such as these work especially well to rejuvenate her and 'fill her mana tank,' so to speak.

• BLESSING OF THE GODDESS D

Tasked with chasing down the God Izanagi by his wife, Berserker's agility and endurance increase whenever she is in pursuit of a target. This skill is a little touch of the divine, spurring Berserker on to catch her prey. It imbues her with the hunting instincts of a predator, making her even more deadly and tenacious as she constantly pursues her target, becoming more proficient the longer the chase goes on. Her blood really starts pumping during a chase.

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Yomotsu-hisame
Title: Ring Out, Thunder of Yomi
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: -
Targets: 8
Description: Berserker's Noble Phantasm draws not only from the myth of her pursuit, but also encapsulates a popular reading of her tale that describes her not as a single being, but a group of demons. With a crack of lightning and loud clap of thunder, she splits herself into eight. Each eight is identical in appearance and personality, but they are not a hivemind. Each operate separately, able to pursue different targets or employ strategies as complex as an oni can come up with. Although individually each Berserker is weaker than the servant as a whole, their numbers and vicious dogging of their prey more than make up for the loss of strength.

...of course, this alone does not a complete, chilling tale make. Berserker's mission was to capture Izanagi and drag him back to Yomi. The claws of all eight Berserkers are filled with that promise. If they were to seize someone with their claws, their prey would "fall into the underworld." Every wound, every touch, drains the force of their life until the victim succumbs to "death" and is dragged to Yomi for a permanent stay.

Goodevening~

Welcome! Always nice to see new faces. The welcome PM you get has some good information in it. The only other advice I can offer for new people is that this forum has a tab system, which is a little different from other RP forums. If you peek into some RPs you will see there is a tab for in-character, out of character, and character sheets - so the whole roleplay is contained in one thread vs. having a separate OOC thread.

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World of Light

Word Count: 794 (+2 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 10/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The sound of his name drew the Cadet's attention to Link, who'd made his way over to him and was speaking quietly, telling the Cadet of his plan. It was a bold one. Dangerous to be sure, but their whole situation was dangerous regardless. He asked if the Cadet could run, and the mini monster hunter took a steadying breath and offered Link a weak grin.

"Yeah," he lied. He would force his limbs to move with sheer willpower if it came down to it.

Moreau's stomping and labored breath got the boy's attention, and for a moment the Cadet thought he'd have to move a lot sooner than expected. Surprisingly though, the mutant's path took him away from them. He was on course to intercept that living diving the suit, the false-Mirage - or whatever had gone on there. His short existence came to an end with a few belly flops from the monstrous Moreau. About that time, the rest of their crew made their way out of the command center, and three of them made a beeline to where he and Link were. They all seemed shaken up, with good reason, and immediately they all launched in to quick, urgent discussion about what they should be doing.

Ace Cadet was initially glad for all the back up that appeared, the more they talked about 'suicidal' plans for escaping as Geralt put it, the more the Cadet was reminded of a certain time in the Everwood, years ago now. Of being desperate to escape that strange, dark monster with the Ace Lancer, and the Caravan's Hunter stalling for time. He winced when drawing the parallels between the two situations. If he hadn't been acting like a Jhen Moron then maybe both could have been prevented. Ever the optimistic though, the Cadet pushed the thought that they all had survived the Everwood back then, and so it stood to reason if the two situations were so similar then they would survive her and now in the belly of the Maw, too.

The Cadet stood up fully, letting go of his metal support and wobbling for a moment. He didn't fall over, so that was a huge win as far as he was concerned. There had been a lot of plans being thrown around, the most recent of which was Geralt's proposal of "cheating." The Cadet followed the other boy's gesture to find he was pointing at where Nadia, Mimi and Junior were scampering toward the exit.

"...the fan?" he guessed. That might work but it would still require putting one or more of them in harm's way for a distraction. Or maybe not, as Kamek offered another option from above. When the Cadet looked up he could see that many of the others were already en route to the elevator. The boys (and Sakura) really needed to get a move on too. The Cadet took a step, and when he still didn't fall over he took another more confident one.

"Let's get going," he said, "make a run for it now while he's distracted, then we can pick one of these Kut-kurazy plans on the move. We just gotta get out of his reach until everyone's out."

He looked at Mirage, who'd offered to stick close to the Cadet. "It's okay. You're gonna have to be in a good enough spot to help people with that weird little bowgun anyway, right? I can make it," he promised. As comforting as having Mirage help him out would be, the Cadet would much rather have him helping the others. Maybe the Cadet was a little embarrassed about having to be escorted due to his own mistake too, but the only evidence of that was the mild tint of red on his face. That could have been from anything though.

At that point, Blazermate came swooping in and scooped the little hunter up - and then the embarrassment on his face was a lot more apparent. He wasn't going to complain though, since she was healing his wounds. Soon enough all the cuts and scraps closed up, the little smudges of blood left behind the only evidence they were there at all.

"Okay now I can definitely make it," he said once Blazermate set him down. "Thanks. Now let's go quick before that Kecha-wacko comes back over! If he catches up to us then..." he glanced between everyone gathered, "...we'll just go with Link's first plan, just bash him good with whatever we got!"

The old reliable strategy: just wing it and use whatever they had on hand. The Cadet ushered the others to get moving, and didn't wait around to start climbing himself either. With luck they could get to the elevator before Moreau could get to them.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

^{Barclay Waterfront University Campus : between 1000-1100 hours}
Harriette hadn't expected the student to startle as badly as he did. He must have been in a deeper sleep than she'd assumed. Though she tried to keep her features smooth and not embarrass the boy further, it was clear in Harriette's eyes that she felt bad about having spooked him like that. She would have gathered up the papers and left with an awkward apology, had she anywhere else to go. Since she didn't, that meant the both of them were stuck in an uncomfortable silence. Harriette murmured a 'thank you' to the student for giving her some more space. Just before settling in to get to work, and just after the room's other occupant had buried himself in his phone, they were joined by a third.

It was a female student, one that Harriette though she might have remembered the name of if her head had been in the right place. Then again, many students looked familiar to her. Even the young man in the room with them, when he'd raised his head Harriette had felt the tickling feeling of recognition in her brain. Harriette returned the girl's wave, and in response to her question Harriette nodded. After a moment of no response from the other student, the red head glanced over to find him still focused on the little screen in front of him.

"It's fine," Harriette said to the girl - Melly? Nyla? - speaking for both of them. "Long day already?"

While the room's new arrival curled up into her nap position, Harriette got started on her own plan. Essays were something she enjoyed reading usually. As far as the 'favors' she was usually asked for, this one was nothing. It wasn't too much work, nor was it degrading. In fact it was, literally, grading. She couldn't help but pity the poor students that had been assigned an essay over the break when they should have focused on spending time with their family. It was painfully obvious which ones were hastily written the night before. Dutifully Harriette marked spelling errors, grammatical issues, and questionable statements. At some point she thought about going easy on them. It would probably be a relief to most of the students, maybe even score their professor some points with them. Harriette spun her pen in her hand as she considered it. The work wasn't as good a distraction as she'd thought it would be. She was almost glad when someone cleared their throat. Harriette looked up to see the male student looking at her.

It was then that his name clicked in her head. Barney Rynsburger. He was part of the morning Principles of English Composition class she assisted with. The one they'd both been in just a little while ago. That explained his behavior earlier, and it must have been very embarrassing because in hindsight it did seem like he had been caught slacking off by staff. She cringed internally when Barney mentioned his performance in class, all but confirming what Harriette had suspected. She didn't interrupt him to correct the misunderstanding, letting Barney vent. He'd always seemed like a good guy, helpful and cooperative when his looks might have suggested otherwise. With other things on Harriette's mind that morning, it was safe to say she hadn't noticed any lack of motivation on Barney's part, but his genuine apology created a small pit of guilt in her stomach. She might not be a teacher quite yet, and they weren't far enough apart in age that Harriette could really say she felt any responsibility for Barney, but she hadn't even noticed that one of 'her' students was struggling.

"It's alright, I understand. No need to apologize." She remembered the struggles of being a Freshman quite well, and how she'd struggled to make ends meet before being able to afford college. She searched her still frazzled brain for anything she could say to encourage the young man, but he went on and pointed out something on her face.

"...of course I do," she sighed, hanging her head slightly. She'd been so flustered with one little incident after another this morning. How completely crazy she must have looked with her make-up smudged and a replacement top that didn't quite match her skirt, going from room to room looking for space.

"Thank you," she said, though she didn't sound particularly grateful. She pushed the essays in front of her into a neat pile out of the way and pulled a compact out of her bag. Third time's the charm, she thought, preparing to fix her face. At that point Barney was beginning to shuffle out, and Harriette was going to let him. She couldn't stand in the way of a student getting ready for their next class. After a moment's hesitated though she turned away from the small mirror in her hand and gave Barney her full attention.

"Barney, there are people and programs out there to help," she said, hoping it didn't sound too condescending. The guy wasn't an idiot, he might have already given everything a try. Harriette wasn't naive enough to think everything would work if someone just tried hard enough, but saying anything else felt like admitting defeat. She tried a smile on, but was sure it came out forced and more than a little lopsided, with half of her face cleaned and covered up and the other messy and tired. She swallowed a lump in her throat in preparation for the next thing she was about to say. "If you need anything, I'll do my best to help too. Otherwise what is my position even for?"

God, it felt a whole lot like lying. She had a lot on her plate already, all she'd be able to offer was disappointment if he ever asked and she couldn't come through. But if she couldn't even help one struggling student, what was she even studying for? Some teacher-to-be she was. Suddenly the last few years of her life felt heavier than ever. I can still do it. Just a little longer, and I'll move away. Start over, again.

She couldn't bare to look at the student any longer and so she didn't, going back to fixing her make-up. Every now and then though she would glance at the other student in the room, and eventually the girl's name came to her mind as well. Mila Ford. She was another of 'Harriette's' students, though in a different class. What were the odds?

"I hope we didn't keep you awake," she said softly to Mila, doing the finishing touches of her mascara.

World of Light

Word Count: 633 (+1 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 8/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The Cadet didn't quite take pleasure in hearing the little noises of pain coming from Moreau, but it was good to know that what he was doing was effective in some way. Enough to stall the mutant, at least a little. Between the little red head being a physical nuisance and Kamek a mental one, it was going alright. The Cadet even chanced a look around to see how Link, Nadia, and Junior were faring.

This was a rookie mistake. When he looked back to Moreau the monster was rolling onto his back. The Cadet was surprised, not expecting him to take such a position with all the exposed eyes on the top of his body. The Ace Cadet had been underestimating Moreau the whole time, treating him like a simple monster acting on it's instincts, but the mutant had a human brain in there somewhere - and now though the Cadet scrambled to get out of the way, he was too late when Moreau pushed up with his claws and tore apart the whole platform.

Very suddenly the Cadet was in the air. He'd been too caught off guard to even shout, just flailing his arms and legs silently as he was thrown. There was no slinger to save him or armor to help the impact from the fall. It was a few long, torturous seconds as he flew before he smashed into the group a few dozen feet away, landing amidst all of the scrap metal littering the ground.

It probably worried the others that he didn't immediately climb to his feet. The Cadet laid where he fell just blinking up at what remained of the upper catwalks and the darkness beyond them, trying to catch his breath. His head hurt, his stomach was cramping (though he didn't know if that was the curse or the fall, or both) and he could tell he was cut up from the small sections of hot pain in various areas of his body, but he was alive and otherwise alright. He could still feel his arms and legs, but they were heavy. Fatigue was definitely catching up to him now.

Slowly, gingerly he pushed himself to sit upright. His eyes snapped first to the present threat of Moreau, to make sure he wouldn't need to attempt a quick escape of the mutant decided to come after him. Then, he blinked down at himself. There were holes torn all over his clothes - as expected, landing in a bunch of twisted up metal with sharp edges resulted in a bunch of shallow scrapes, scratches, and cuts on his limbs and head. None life threatening, though most were bleeding lightly. Thank goodness he hadn't been impaled. Deeming himself healthy enough to move, the Cadet attempted getting to his feet. It was slow going, as it felt like there were weights tied around his wrists and ankles. This really, really Giggisux, he thought to himself.

He looked up again for signs of danger, and instead noticed that Mirage and Geralt had made their way into the area and were setting up a way to cross to the exit. It was good to see the former looked alright afterhis stint in that weird chair. So they'd made it! Surely the others that were in the Command Center would be making their way over soon as well. Reinvigorated, the Cadet gripped tight to a larger piece of metal with one hand and forced himself to stand. The other hand he'd noticed was closed around one handle of the clippers still like it had been his lifeline during his fall. His whole hand was white and shaking as he held onto it. Just a little more, they just had to hang in there a little more and then everyone would be out!

Pokémon: New Horizons

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✦ Botan Naito ✦	-

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Thanks goodness everything was calming down. Botan could feel the relief spread through and her body untense more with every word the others spoke. Isla was speaking sense, Arlo and Ferris were apologizing, and Felix was still willing to group up! Truly the best case scenario considering the circumstances. Even when Arlo was dragging a few feet away from them by the newcomer, Botan kept the pleasant expression on her face. If they'd navigated through that little bit of drama, surely they could do it with whatever the blue haired man had going on too! While Arlo and the woman (who looked suspiciously similar to him... Botan would assume they were family, but considering the trouble assumptions had just caused she wasn't about to speak her thoughts aloud) talked, Botan clapped her hands together and addressed the rest of the group.

"I am so pleased to hear you say that Felix," she said, "and that everyone has apologized. I can see you are all mature enough to own up to your mistakes. Good, good!"

With tensions simmering down, Jarvis took a step back to give the humans some space again. Botan turned to him after the PA announcement and bid him to fetch her bags. There was a bit a staring contest between him and his ward, but in the end he relented and headed to the ship's interior. Botan turned back to everyone else.

"And I agree, Professor Gavins," she said, giddiness in her voice over Isla's title, "decency and manners! And patience! And... cooperation! We will all do just fine. Oh... I can't wait to get started."

Oh yes, everything was coming up Botan. She was about to explore an uncharted island. She was going to get her very own Pokédex. Maybe even some Pokéballs too, maybe she could catch her own Pokémon?! Plus her group was formed with some very interesting people in it, and for once Jarvis wasn't fussing over her. Maybe the Machamp was excited for their adventure too? It's been a while since he'd gotten out of the house properly. Fighting-types needed a lot of exercise, this would be good for him. For the both of them!

She hummed happily, waving at Arlo as he returned to them, and then at Ferris who was walking off to give another apology to the blue haired woman. Which, speaking of...

"Was that person someone you know, Arlo?" Botan asked, tipping her head curiously. "I'm sure we can make room for one more."