Yankee

World of Light

Word Count: 459 (+1 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 30/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

'Dinner and a show,' as Nadia had put it, was a horrible experience. The Seekers could do nothing but watch from their spots beside the audience as that kid was closed in on. The kid that could have been anyone of them, if they'd remained separated. That he wasn't didn't make the scene any easier to watch. The little voice in the back of the Ace Cadet's head that demanded optimism told him he might still be alive, but he couldn't make himself say it aloud, not when he was surrounded by tears and rage.

The Lady had the audacity to taunt them after the display, and if that didn't just rile the group up. She and her monsters slid back into the darkness, daring the Seekers to go after her. The Cadet wanted to do it, show that woman that they weren't afraid of her, but that would just be putting himself right where she wanted them, just as the others had said. She seemed to want to put on a show for the people here, but that wasn't about to happen.

The group went to talking about their next steps. None realistically thought that rushing after the Lady was a good idea. The doors leading off from the room they were in seemed like the best option at the moment, as most of the discussion boiled down to one simple plan: find something to help them take care of the Maw's mistress. Whether it was a secret weapon, or a secret weakness, they needed some kind of leg up.

The Cadet threw in his two cents, as between the four rooms he thought, "Mirage is right, if that's really her chambers then we might find something useful in there."

The idea that she might have booby trapped the room came up, but that didn't worry him. He still thought that the Lady was underestimating them, so she wouldn't have any reason to rig her own office on the off chance of intruders. He could be wrong, but he was willing to take the chance. "If she comes after us then we'll deal with her. We'll still be on her turf, but it'll be our terms."

Some turned their attention to the storeroom, which was fair. With their large group splitting up wouldn't normally be a problem - they'd done it often already and always came back together - but with the mastermind so close it felt all the more dangerous to be apart from one another... but that just meant they had to be fast.

"C'mon, we'll ransack the place quick and see if there's anything useful," he said, looking among the remaining group for any that would brave the "Lady's Chambers" as well.

World of Light

Word Count: 1036 (+2 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 27980
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

That the duo's - recently turned trio with Blazermate's arrival, assistance, and then flight service - reunion with the rest of the Blue Team saw them arrive in the middle of some kind of confrontation with tempura-headed enemies was not surprising. Unexpected maybe, but after everything they'd been through on the Maw alone it was no shock that their friends were facing down yet more danger. As it turned out, getting the literal drop on one of the wizards turned the tide in the Seekers favor, and after some cathartic pummeling the children stood victorious above the spirits of the food sorcerers.

The Cadet puffed out his chest triumphantly, returning Mirage's thumbs up. "Getting here was kind of a pain in the Astalos, but we made it! I'm glad everyone's alright!"

As Nadia went on to explain what happened, Cadet broke into a wide grin seeing that every single one of the team was present and accounted for, just as Mirage had said. Sakura, Rika, and Bella were captive no longer, and all the chefs that had stood in their way were taken care of. His smile faltered slightly when he noticed Geralt's condition, but Bella's reassurance kept it from getting any dimmer. they were all tired, sore, hungry, and haunted - but they were alive. And they needed to stay that way, bringing the conversation to the topic once more to the pros and cons of eating while inside the Maw.

He and Nadia had already surmised that eating too much would probably turn them into great blubbering gluttons just like the diners they'd had to avoid, and judging by Bella's weight gain he guessed she may have eaten more than anyone else at the moment. So they just had to pace themselves. The Cadet nodded at Nadia's words, backing her up with a few of his own. "Yeah, we probably couldn't have done it without the energy we got from eating," he said. "I might have been eaten myself already if I didn't get that weird water-curse-thing..."

With a quick flex of the muscles in his arms, the pores opened up again showing off the ugly changes to his limbs, though as before no water or mist formed around them. Having experienced no other side effects from eating besides the size increase and the vigor's power, the Cadet was a bit confused at the urgency in Bella's voice. He hadn't seen the horrifying implications that some of the other children had, and their dance around the issue didn't click with the Cadet just what had them so wary. Until Mirage explained his side, then it slowly dawned on the red head. Hunger, lack of control, a person's blood and it's scent, and of course the fact that the chefs had captured Sakura and the others for meat in the first place...

"That's... sick." Ace Cadet furrowed his brows, but off at the thought of eating again all together. But the fact remained that the food had helped them out so far, and since he certainly hadn't had these water powers before, the ability bestowed by the drink had been invaluable at times. He had to suck it up and eat, they all did. And just be careful of their intake. They could do that.

Once everyone regrouped, he and Ms. Fortune led the way out through the ruined dumbwaiter. They passed another chef, but the man was smart enough to let the kids have the run of the place. While most of them mean mugged the guy, Geralt requested a meal. Surprisingly the young witcher got it, but while Fujimoto was preparing it the Cadet jumped up and swiped an armful of sushi and assorted sides off of his work station, not nearly as polite as the other boy. He popped the slightly larger than bite sized morsels into his mouth, with more to share if anyone else was so inclined. A quick test of the water conjuring ability showed that the power had been restored after eating, just as he'd guessed. Refueled and ready, the group had a clear shot through the restaurant. Another grin reached his face as Geralt admired the Ace Decoy's handiwork. "You're making it sound like it was easy."

On their way towards the helm, Nadia suddenly exclaimed that she'd seen 'her' - and that could only be one person. The Cadet's eyes shot upward where the feral pointed, seeing only darkness, but he trusted the senses of his partner in crime and looked to Nadia with a determined expression upon his face. "Yeah, let's go! If we're quick maybe we can catch her!"

They bounded up the stairs, followed closely by the members of the party that could make the trek quickly and at a little more distance the rest of their group. He heard Kamek's voice filtering up warning against the monsters that had done this to them in the first place. "Good thinking!" The Cadet called back. Soon they were at the fifth floor, and through the door was... huh?

It was a theater of some kind, with a distinctly Yukumo-aesthetic. Or maybe it was more Kamura-like, but ether way. It actually went pretty well with the sushi. The Ace Cadet looked over all the gathered guests, even larger than the ones downstairs, and some not even vaguely human looking. Hearing the chatter of the Koopa Troop, his eyes landed on the "crocodile guy." "You know him?" he asked, eventually looking away and squinting into the darkness, trying to find any clues as to where the lady had gone.

"She must be running scared at this point," he added to Mirage's observation, "Turning us into kids and dumping us in that trash pile... she must've thought we were long gone by now." It might have been wishful thinking on his part, but optimism and wishful thinking was what was getting them through this hell hole so far. He scratched the back of his head, wondering if they hadn't already been found by the mistress of the Maw, but if there was a way for them to slip into the shadows as well as the lady did, then stealth might be the best choice as some of the others pointed out.

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Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

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^{? ? cell block : ? ? hours}
A dead end. It hadn't mattered what routes they took, those creatures had run them into a trap and now there was no way out. Harriette rested her fists against the wall, panting from the run and looking over her shoulder warily at the shadow and it's macabre posse. Were they actually going to die here? Be torn to shreds, like that bloody red eyed person? Was she going to let herself be killed? Harriette trembled, with fear, frustration, and anger. If she was going to die, she didn't want it to be in some dingy, optical illusion jail cell. But what could she do? There were so many, too many to try and fight even if they crumbled apart. And the other two, Jin and Alina - if she tried to make a break for it, could she forgive herself just leaving those two here? If it was for survival, maybe...

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Light suddenly cut through the dark, twisted room. Bright and pulsing, it shone at the trio's feet and curled around them in a wide arc, laced with glowing sigils and glyphs. In seconds a magic circle appeared beneath them, and before anyone could so much as think that it might be a bad idea to be standing at the center, it disappeared - taking a clean cut of the floor with it.

For the second time the three of them fell. Above them, shadows of the ashen corpses could be seen milling around the hole as it shrunk, and a glint of glowering red eyes until it closed completely. Below them, pitch black. It would have been hard to even tell they were falling, if not for the sensation itself and the gentle rush of wind. Harriette thought she might actually be dead this time, but after a few seconds of free fall a pinpoint of light appeared... and grew and grew until it engulfed the lot of them, and they landed on a bed of moss.

It wasn't a soft landing, but it was far from fatal. As soon as she got her bearings Harriette pulled herself to her feet and fought to catch her breath. She wanted to find out what fresh hell they'd been pulled into this time. Gone were the cold concrete walls and iron bars of the cell. No part of the prison remained, not the humans strapped to the machines, the cathedral, nor the courthouse. Instead, they found themselves in a large open cavern. Light filtered gently in from small openings in the cave's ceiling, varying colors of blue and gold. The cave's jagged rock floor was dotted with patches of green, small plants fighting to stay alive amongst their wilted cousins. Though heavy and humid, the air was much less oppressive in the cave than it had been in the cell with the shadow - and though it was enclosed, it featured a few dark passages that Harriette could only assume led to other cave openings.

Are we... underneath the prison? She never would have expected that there were tunnels beneath the area, but then again how could anyone expect it?

A few minutes passed, enough for Harriette, Jin, and Alina to regroup. They stood in the middle of the cavern.

"What now...?" The red haired woman asked, folding her arms in front of herself. Should they try to find a way back up? Or maybe there was an escape route somewhere down here in the cave system?

The stillness of the cave was disrupted by a shuffling sound nearby. Behind a large rocky outcropping, four antennae sprouted up - quickly followed by two sets of large inhuman eyes. There were two creatures, and they blinked at the humans for a few moments.

"...we did it!"

"Jackpot!"

The creatures jumped out from their hiding spot, revealing small thin bodies and bulbous heads. Each sported a pair of leathery wings on it's back, and their faces were spread with wide toothy smiles. They were tiny monsters, not more than two or three feet tall. Though their appearance called to mind little devils, neither made to attack the humans in front of them. In fact, one flapped its wings and flew up and away, heading to one of the holes in the cavern wall.

"Her Gloriousness will be sooooo pleased with us! I'm gonna go let her know!" It said, and then was gone, leaving it's partner behind. The little demon looked very content to lounge in a dead flower bed, watching the humans and snickering to itself every now and then.

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

Danyl Feytin: Not-So-Dashing Rogue

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D&D Character Sheet

Who I Am

Despite everything he's been through and the current company he keeps, Danyl is an optimist at heart. He doesn't hold any blind faith in deities, and he knows that realistically some dreams can't become reality, but Danyl believes that with enough dedication and work most things are possible... and, sometimes, that work was of the underhanded kind. Sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to achieve a dream - or even just survive. It is with this mind set that Danyl justifies his life as a thief, working among men that have much more storied rap sheets than him. Danyl isn't the type to hoard wealth, and anything he doesn't use to keep him fed from day to day is put back into his Guild - if not slipped into the pockets of those in need.

His charity is not entirely altruistic, Danyl just has some issues surrounding gain and loss, as one might expect. He tends not to keep much of anything, let alone money, for fear of growing attached and then losing it. People are harder not to get attached to (and harder to just give away, as it were). The flip side means that Danyl fights tooth and nail to protect those he is close to. Two extremes, but to him it makes sense - either put the thing you love close enough to keep or cut it out of your life entirely.

In regards to people, it's a wonder that Danyl didn't close his heart off to others. Or maybe it's a flaw. He's grown a lot, learned a lot of hard truths, but he can take a joke and crack one too. He maybe be a bit blunt and rough around the edges, but he can still smile. He takes others at face value, and expects the same in return - even if it's just because he's practically an open book. Hey, he's a thief not a spy. He is also a young man, and like many he can be bullheaded. With a temper and a tendency to be stubborn and stick to his guns, Danyl has butt heads with others in his line of work, but seeing as it's not exactly smart to make enemies it usually doesn't last for too long. Danyl isn't the menacing type, but anything serious is subject to the classic philosophy of 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.'

Mostly, Danyl is just a regular guy. He's young and headstrong with a bit of a temper and one hell of a want for vengeance, but he's also hard working and trust worthy, though some might not think it due to his current 'profession.' He's a man that tries to put distance between himself and others and fails, and he always keeps his promises.

My Story

WThe Feytin family was a large and happy one. Town grocers; a thickly built husband, a plump and vibrant wife, and three healthy children with one more on the way. They lived in a large home that was always in need of some kind of repair, with an even larger garden that the whole household tended to. The patriarch held friendships far and wide through his dealings with merchants, and proof of his bonds filled the family home in the form of knick knacks and tapestry that enchanted his wife and children. It was a well loved and well lived in homestead, nestled deep in the hamlet of Ardenfeld.

One day it all went up in a blaze. For a long time after that Danyl, a boy of nine years at the time, wished that he had burned up too. The fire spread quickly through their house, collapsing pieces of the second floor and blocking the doors out - his older brother had fallen with it, the debris pinning him there. His parents had split up, his father trying to find a safe way down and his mother pushing his younger sister and he toward the second story window. One at a time she lowered them out of the opening as far as she could before letting them drop to the grass outside. Sister first, while the fire grew and cracked the wood it was engulfing, sending showers of hot splinters over him. Looking back it was strange, how some pieces of this memory were so clear while others were dull and spotty. Danyl remembered crying and fussing at his eye where something had gotten into it, his mother yelling out of the window at his sister to go somewhere safe, and then the flames suddenly grow brighter - and then he was outside on his back, where the cold earth did little to help his seared skin. Then, he was yanked up by his arm and hurried into a secure hold with other children from the village. His mother must have thrown him from the window when the fire got too dangerous. He had no idea where his sister was, could only hope she was safe somewhere. His consciousness drifted in and out, and behind his eyelids drifted visions of his family, the flames, and the symbol of the bandits who had put their home to torch.

Life at the orphanage could have been worse, but for children grieving the loss of their homes and families suddenly thrust into an unfamiliar city and made to live with unfamiliar people, it was a whole lot of awful. Every mention of the mere word 'orphan' just dredged up bad memories. Like many Danyl's attitude soured in the wake of the tragedy, but he tried to keep a spark of hope. The Ardenfeld survivors were together, and they had made a promise to meet again at that town. At least they would always have each other.

Until they didn't. Some were adopted, some ran away, and some aged out. No matter how they left, it felt like a loss all over again. For Danyl, he knew he wouldn't be chosen for a new home. During the walk to Sarinan and in the subsequent confusion of the establishment taking on so many new kids at once, his eye had gotten worse. Irritation, redness, blurry vision. By the time healers had gotten around to taking a look, it was too late to repair it. Eventually his vision in that eye would go completely, and no one wanted to adopt a child that had something wrong with them. As expected, after five years of making and losing friends, Danyl was released into the streets of Sarinan with no where to go and no possessions besides a raging fire in his heart. He was a teenager let loose, a mess of emotions. Sadness, worry, frustration, and a mounting anger. He'd gotten over his want to join his family in the next world over the years, and now his thought process was that he didn't live now in spite of everything, then his family died for nothing. So he did live, scraping by begging in the streets of Sarinan.

There was one stroke of luck for Danyl, in that one of his father's merchant friends passed through town a few months after he'd been released and living in the street. The man had no plan to look after the boy, but he could at least give Danyl a ride to the capital city, where surely opportunity awaited.

That opportunity, it turned out, was being picked up by a Thieves' Guild. They called themselves Palla Orchids, a slightly facetious name, and they fancied themselves as 'noble thieves' stealing only from those that could afford to lose. Upon recalling the day they'd met the guild's captain, a one Victor Mason, would say that while people watching one day he noticed the face of a new street urchin, with an ugly looking eye that cause common folk to turn away from him. It interested him that in being so determined not to focus on the boy, either out of disgust, pity or courtesy, passerbys tended not to focus on other things - like their coinpurses. This was common with all kinds of beggars, especially the marred, but this beggar was a kid. One they could make use of. So, Victor approached Danyl, put some coins in his cup, and offered him a deal: turn up his sob story, keep everything that kind people gifted him, and anyone that distracted themselves by not looking he'd lift the purse off of and donate some of the profit to Danyl. It wasn't very moral but it worked, and that night Danyl returned with the captain to The Orchids's base.

It wasn't a large guild, and their headquarters was more like a criminal hostel, but it became like home for Danyl after a little while. With some polish Danyl made a decent thief and burglar. The guild's motto of only stealing from wealthy folks was something Danyl repeated to himself a lot early on, helping to get over the initial aversion to stealing. Many of the older men subscribed to another motto that struck a cord with Danyl as well: why should 'they' have everything, wanting for nothing, experience no hardship, while 'we' have to fight to survive? It made sense. Plus they were taking money and trinkets, not lives or homes. Really, it was nothing compared what these people could be losing. So Danyl spent the next couple years living with the guild and developing his skill.

The guild would only ever be like home though, because most days he felt no where could ever really be 'home' again. Yes, after so many years he was still hurting. Victor, a shrewd man, could sense that even though Danyl hardly ever talked about his younger years.

"Hey, Danny," he called, waving the teenager over to him. "It hurts, huh?"

Danyl furrowed his brows, confused at first. "Huh? ...oh, what, the eye?"

"...er, yeah."

"I guess." It did hurt from time to time. In the mornings upon waking up it would throb until the afternoon brought it's distractions. In certain weather it would ache and itch. During a bad memory it would be particularly painful. Thinking about it now, Danyl reached a hand up to feel around it. The skin around the socket was dry and taut, but the organ itself had always been the issue. Milky red sclera, collapsed iris and pupil, it wasn't a pretty sight. Now that his brain was focused on it, pain began blooming again. He tried not to give it away, but all of the Orchid could tell when Danyl was hiding something. He must have had some kind of tell that they all kept to themselves. "...yeah, it hurts."

Victor nodded, a grim smile coming to his face.

"I figured. You carry 'round things like that they're always gonna hurt. Only one way to make 'em stop hurting."

This perked Danyl up, and he looked at Victor with a hopeful, if surprised, expression.

"You can make it stop?"

"Well..."

Victor produced a blade, one of many stashed on his person. He twirled it in his hands for a moment before catching it and offering it handle-first to the boy.

"It might hurt a little more at first, but the easiest thing to do is just get rid of whatever's painful, right?"

After they cut out Danyl's bad eye, true to Victor's word once the wound healed over there was no more pain, not even of the phantom kind. It worked, and it was a turning point in Danyl's psyche. It's what started his habit of giving things away, so he could get rid of anything before it was otherwise lost to him. It also was a revelation. If he could get rid of the source of the pain in his heart, eventually that would stop hurting too. He was sixteen when he thought the best way to do that would be to get revenge on those bandits from so many years ago.

The rest of his years were spent right there in Pallaviel, living and working as a member of the Palla Orchids thieves' guild. He eventually became a lieutenant, because he only concerned himself with a few things during that time: providing for himself, providing for his guild, and keeping his ear to the ground for any leads or rumors about a certain bandit group. It wasn't much, but it was life. Eventually, ten years had passed, and Danyl had prepared a small pack with which to make the journey back to the ruins of Ardenfeld. It had been a long time, and though he hadn't kept in contact with any of the other survivors, he still intended to return. Danyl prided himself on never breaking his promises - even ones from childhood. If he was nervous he would never admit it, even if his whole guild could tell. This was one of the few important things to him left, and no matter how it went he would see it through.

Going Forward

For Danyl, there is no moving forward until he can cut out the part of him that hurts. Obviously cutting his heart out would kill him, so he has to remove the next best thing: the bandits that caused the pain in the first place. He lives his life day to day, supporting himself and his guild, while always keeping and eye and ear out for leads. Once he completes his goal, he... doesn't know what he'll do. In his heart of hearts he's afraid to think about the future. He knows what he wants, but he isn't sure if simple hard work can get him there this time. A warm place to live, people he can trust. He thought he'd had that with the Orchids, but there's been friction lately between the guild's members, a lot of doubt going around. A change of pace for Danyl might be in order soon, but the guild had been his life for the past half a decade. Before them he was a homeless orphan, after them would be be the same? Or, now that he's a capable adult, could it be possible to stop surviving and start living? Even enjoy life again? Only time will tell.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

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It spoke. That red-eyed being that Harriette couldn't tell if it was monster or man, or both, just started speaking to them. She supposed it was better than immediately attacking. Harriette stayed put right where she was, half curled in on herself, coiled tight like a spring, as it approached. It looked like another corpse, though instead of being burnt and charred it was torn and bloody... and moving. It was actually chiding them.

Harriette narrowed her eyes. Mounting confusion, fear, and frustration was beginning to take it's toll. Her head was pounding. And just what did this thing think it knew about her anyway? Though she wanted to refute it's words, her throat was dry and she couldn't seem to muster her voice. It was probably the hundredth time since they'd bee dropped into this world that Harriette wondered to herself about just what the hell was going on and what was going to happen to them when she felt the bars at her back give way.

She stumbled slightly, catching herself before she fell over. A glance over her shoulder showed that the interior of the cell had changed. Significantly.

She looked forward again, pale and worried, at the ashen bodies slowly getting to their feet. Both Jin and the red-eyed being told them to run, and though sore and exhausted Harriette heeded their instruction. She, Alina, and Jin took off, away from the danger as fast as they could go. But they were flagging, and as they moved the area twisted and grew confusing. Harriette's eyes were constantly on the move, checking every mysterious doorway and paradoxical stairwell that appeared around them.

Where were they supposed to run to? What were they supposed to do? Before the situation overwhelmed her, Harriette tried to put her brain into overdrive and think of someway out. While the three of them ran she breathlessly voiced what little thoughts she had. "We can't... keep running forever. If we can duck into somewhere, just get a chance to... to think of a plan..."

Unbeknownst to Harriette, while Alina and Jin were contemplating splitting up for various reasons, the red haired teaching assistant was growing all the more desperate to keep everyone together. She considered trying to navigate the stair ways, or try to barricade a door somehow - even turning to fight the burnt up monsters, hoping they were still as fragile as they were while they were lying prone. If only they were presented with some kind of opportunity..!