Yankee

Fate/Eigengrau

Gotcha, makes sense! No suggestions from me so far. I know some people prefer to pair with their servant/master characters with other players but personally I don't mind either way. Maybe think about allowing for that if it's alright with you as a GM. The sort of bleak setting you described seems an interesting backdrop for the story. I have a vague character concept forming but if I have more questions I'll let ya know!

Fate/Eigengrau

Maybe. I always like a Fate RP but got a lot going on currently. But hey, a few questions for you if you don't mind to get conversation started:

1. You don't seem to have yourself listed in reserve list, so I was wondering if you planned to play a character or just play as "the world"/strictly a GM?
2. Are you wanting seven players to each play two characters or just open it up for whoever? Like player 1 playing servant and master, player 2 only playing a master, player 3 only playing a servant, etc.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

Gonna be a bit busy today but also going to try and make a post today. Will be much later tonight, but failing that will be tomorrow!

World of Light

Word Count: 1879 (+3 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 27/20
Location: Smash City Alcamoth

Omori, Rika, and Ms. Fortune. Pit committed the new names to memory. He was familiar enough with the Koopa prince but this brief meeting with the others, far more than the initial one in the Garfront Center, gave Pit a good insight into each of their personalities. The sullen monochrome boy Omori was quiet and direct, befitting his appearance, though Pit didn't get the feeling that he was unkind. The woman with ears and tail, Ms. Fortune, who confirmed that it was indeed raining up above, was animated and jovial with a sense of humor that for the moment went right over his head. And finally was Rika the girl with mismatched horns, who seemed open and friendly. She even went as far to compliment Pit's wings, which surprised the boy.

"Oh, thank you!" he said, his wings flapping happily behind him. He hadn't heard them called "pretty" before, but any compliment was a good one especially since they were... well they were perfectly fine, which made it all the more strange and frustrating that he couldn't fly on his own. He hadn't dwelt on that for quite a while and he wasn't about to start again now, so instead he smiled at everyone and nodded his head at Ms. Fortune when she mentioned the earlier meeting.

"Yup, I was there. Good to meet you too!"

And then the all important question: what else was there to do in Smash City Alcamoth? Omori mentioned somewhere that they could kill time, while Bowser Jr. added that somewhere to eat would be preferable. Pit tipped his head, thinking. "Well there's a bunch of places to get food here, since there's a bunch of people that need to get fed. Let's see..."

He began to describe the various food spots, including a relatively small general kitchen and mess area, and of course the 'famous' Mona's Pizza, even if it was still in need of some additional staff. Ultimately he didn't get very far, because a notice sounded through the Arc Mall's speaker system. Apparently, the Yellow Team's "metro mission" was a success. The Seekers were directed to meet again at the Garfront Center to move into the next phase of their plan.

Eager to get a move on, the four started to make their way to the meeting area. Ms. Fortune in particular dove off the side similar to the way the little girl had earlier, only she didn't have an umbrella to stop her fall. Seeing her blue blood and body parts strewn around nearly made the angel sick, and his relief when she literally pulled herself together was palpable. How many people am I almost gonna see die today?! Pit thought to himself, letting out a huge sigh.

He watched the others go, their enthusiasm cheering him up a little. He found himself wanting to put himself to work too, it was sure to help him refocus himself. He leaned against the railing as he'd done earlier, noting that the rain had made it down to this level. He recalled the various open jobs around the nearby areas that needed to be handled sooner or later, considering them before another thought came to mind. Why not just go with them?

He wobbled back and forth, debating with himself on whether he should go or not for a few minutes. Ultimately Pit stood up, an expression of determination on his face. He knew he could be of help, and no matter what had happened between himself and one of the Seekers he'd have to get over it eventually. Exposure therapy is what it was called, right? Something like that.

Pit pitched himself over the railing the same way the others had gone, gliding down to a stop and then running toward the Garfront Center after giving the others a few minutes handicap.

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Word Count: 1879 (+3 exp)
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 115/90
Location: Smash City Alcamoth

Meanwhile, the Ace Cadet had been hard at work restocking his inventory. After his spar with Sakura he'd tagged along with the street fighter right up until they met up with her friend Karin. Seeing the state that she was in and not wanting to risk saying the wrong thing and offending the person that had so generously fed their group of gluttons the day before, the Cadet excused himself quickly with an apologetic smile and went off to further explore the indoor city. At first he didn't have a plan in mind, and he considering trying to find some of the others. A pit stop saw him at the pizza place he'd visited with Cuphead before, and then he moved on. Eventually after peeking into public spaces and around corridors he found himself in what appeared to be a workshop of some sort.

It was a mid-size room with soft music playing from somewhere, with long tables pushed together and all kinds of things strewn about on top of them. There looked to be pieces of equipment, broken weapons or items that sat there waiting to be fixed. There was no shortage of parts and tools intended for their repair, or just general materials like wires, metals, nails and screws. There were plenty of stranger items as well, like fireballs that floated on their own, food stuffs that had more uses besides for eating, and more. The room wasn't empty, as apart from the Cadet there was a Mii Gunner locked in intense concentration as she worked on the gun affixed to her arm, a small white and blue clad person fiddling with bombs both inanimate and animate apparently, as well as a R.O.B. that carried things over to an expanding of completed items on one side of the room.

The room's final occupant was a short pink rabbit in a black vest with a name tag that read "A. Bunny," who sat at one of the few tables that wasn't completely littered with items. He appeared to be taking a break, and when the Cadet entered he raised a paw in greeting. "Hello!"

"Hi," the monster hunter said. He pointed toward the room at large and asked, curious, "Is anyone free to use this place, or is it like official Alcamoth use only?"

Arcade Bunny chuckled and answered, "it's open to anyone. Knock yourself out!"

"Groovios!" The Cadet beamed, nearly diving headfirst into the mess. He stayed there for the rest of the time, tinkering with the more practical parts of his arsenal in order to recreate them using whatever was on hand. He got some help from Bomberman to add a new arrow coating to his options, a blast coating using powder rather than the explosive slime commonly used back in the his world. Though he supposed if he ever needed, he could get Rika to help with slime collection. Paint balls were another new addition that were simple enough to make, and he was sure eventually he'd find some use for them. He took apart many Pokéballs in an attempt to see how they worked, and though he didn't end up figuring it out he pocketed some just in case. Similarly he grabbed some Deku Nuts, foreseeing uses for them immediately whether as is or taken apart for use in other things like bullet casings. I should see if any of the higher tech bowguns can use that kind of ammo, he thought to himself, if they can I could whip up a bunch of support shots.

He was still working when he and the other occupants of the room felt the whole place shift. It was slight, but with delicate work such as this it was easily felt. The Mii Gunner huffed in frustration, her work thrown off by the subtle movement. Arcade Bunny offered her a sticker to help her mood. The Cadet gathered up his things and pushed himself to his feet.

"Welp, I should go check out what happened," he said, "Probably something my group's part of." He grinned and made for the door. As he passed the table that the Mii and bunny sat at, Arcade Bunny held something out to him.

"Sticker for the road?"

"Don't mind if I do," the Cadet replied, taking it and noting that it appeared to be a cartoonish dragon. His smile widened, and he stuck the cute thing to his shield before heading out the door. A broadcast to meet at the Garfront Center redirected the hunter to the meeting area.

---

After getting the lowdown on the next part of the mission, everyone made their way to where they'd get their transport. Most everyone, when they thought of watercraft to carry them, pictured a ship of some sort. The Blue Team had plenty of experience sailing by now, through waters harsh enough to temper anyone. Their transport was indeed a boat, but... just a rowboat? And one that looks like that no less?

The Ace Cadet blinked. It seemed inefficient, but then again he had a backpack that seemed that way too and it worked like a charm. "I'm sure it will be fine!" he said amidst the couple of snickers from the group. Although it wasn't like he would be dealing with it personally. As the dome lowered and they got closer to the water, the Cadet sent a teasing smile Nadia's way after he comment.

"Don't worry a-boat it, it something happens you can catch a ride with me." He was glad he was still able to glide across the water as well, which he fully planned to.

If there was an extra boat or two because of those still fused with the shipgirls planning to take to the water directly, then it happened to work out for the tag-a-longs the Seekers had picked up. Among them, the angel Pit.

Like many of the others Pit looked dubious about the blocky boats' integrity, but he was already committed to making the journey. Plus the dome was already at water level and people were pushing their boats into the river, it would be way to embarrassing to go back up now.

"I'm coming with you all!" Pit announced, looking toward Peach to make sure she didn't disapprove. After given the go ahead Pit smiled widely and wasted no time dragging his own wooden boat toward the water. He was pretty sure he'd get the hang of rowing it after watching the others, even if he'd prefer a ride on that whale.

With his focus on maneuvering the boat, Pit didn't notice the little green glowing bugs until they were almost right in his face. He sputtered and waved them away, where they moved on to the next person in their group.

"Gah, those bugs again?" At that the Cadet looked over, having previously been engrossed in the mini-map and how cool it was. He gave Pit a look that said it can't be helped.

"The scoutflies have to learn everyone's scent - even the people they've already met probably smell different with all the spirit stuff going on. They're harmless though, don't worry!"

The insects flew around all of the Seekers, briefly visiting them all before returning to the cage tied to the Cadet's waist. The hunter himself skated across the water, taking point with Dazzle as well as the other shipgirls as the Seekers moved down the river toward Twilight Town.

What kind of RP mood are you in?

Feeling something dark, maybe survival based. Maybe like Sweet Home or Apocalypse no Toride. Or even something like Danganronpa.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

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mentions: Sebastien @King Cosmos}

With league season starting tomorrow, the staff of High Steaks had been buzzing over the last week preparing. Reservations to the restaurant were almost completely booked throughout the entire season, so the crew was working overtime to make sure everything was perfect. This included the gym leader, Nordrin, who was elbow deep in bread dough alongside a couple of other chefs when he head a quiet - but persistent - tapping noise. He looked up to see an Indeedee in the doorway to the kitchen, staring expectantly at the gym leader. The Pokémon shifted it's gaze up to the clock on the wall, and Nordrin glanced in the same direction only to humor it.

"I know," he scoffed. "Train's still running for another couple hours, I'm not going to miss it."

The Indeedee looked unimpressed. Nordrin barely resisted rolling his eyes, going back to kneading the dough in front of him. When it didn't seem like the Pokémon was going to leave unless it was with Nordrin alongside it, the leader lifted the dough high over his head and slammed it down onto the counter in front of him. The noise startled the two other chefs, and once their attention was on him Nordrin pointed at each of them in turn.

"Set this over with the rest to rise, and get the ready loaves into the first oven."

"Yes, chef!"

Trusting his staff to get things done in his absence, Nordrin moved to clean up and get changed. Satisfied, the Indeedee went on ahead. Just before leaving Nordrin caught movement in the corner of his eye, and he whirled around to see a certain ghost-type sneaking it's way toward the back of the kitchen.

"Fou," he said, making the Rotom halt in place. It twisted slightly to look at him, an innocent smile on it's face. "No funny business, just make sure they get it done."

He was met with an energetic static noise in reply. Then, the fairy-type leader was off.

---

Nordrin hadn't been out of his chef's coat for what felt like days, so for once he was happy to be wearing something else for a change. He chose to wear clean black slacks with a cool blue button down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He went without a tie, and the first couple of buttons were left open. His hair hand been pulled free from it's ponyta-tail, and the locks that didn't spill down his back pooled around his shoulders. As was normal for any professional Pokémon trainer, a couple Pokéballs were fastened to his belt. He guessed that most of the other gym leaders would be taking taxis in Wyndon, and no doubt many would have already arrived by the time the train he was riding pulled into station. Resting his chin on his hand Nordrin looked out the window at the passing scenery, though most of it was darkened silhouettes and streaking lights.

Flying was nice, he'd gained a certain appreciate of it a few years ago, but the smooth rail ride wasn't bad either. At this time of night he'd usually have a car all to himself, but with the latest league season beginning there were a few other people making their way to Wyndon tonight. When finally the train stopped, Nordrin swept out of the car, into the station and then into the city beyond it.

He'd been to Wyndon many times, for all kinds of business. Tonight was no different. Though the chairman had insisted the trip be for pleasure, actually calling him directly, there was no concealing that fact that it was for business. Mandatory, judging by the man's tone. And near last minute too, the fucker. If Nordrin hadn't already been busting his ass and that of his staff's to get ahead of schedule for the opening of the season, he would have outright refused.

The Last Dahlia, the meeting place for tonight, came into view. Nordrin stepped inside, not surprised to see that most of his fellow gym leaders present. To any that glanced over at him when he entered, Nordrin just lifted a hand in silent greeting before making a beedrill-line for the bar. Most if not all of the trouble makers were already present, so he figured he better get his order in quickly. "Scotch. Please."

So it seemed that this would be a formal affair than he'd expected, given the privacy and the get-ups. Isiah and Ryker were in full suits for goodness sake, and while all of the ladies looked nice in particular Astrid and Holly had decided to go for some daring ensembles. He wondered if the chairman himself would be making an appearance, given the pomp.

When his drink arrived, Nordrin nodded a thank you to the barkeep and raised the glass to his lips. He noted that among the Major league, only Mika was missing. Originally he hadn't been sure if the Minor league would be invited or if they had their own get-together set up, but Astrid being here answered that question. There was also another person that, while familiar, didn't instantly spark recognition in Nordrin. He was not subtle about looking at the younger man, and after a few seconds he was able to recall where he'd met this person before: as a gym challenger. And, apparently, as the new Minor league leader they'd been informed would be starting this season.

Now despite what some of the others might say (a certain dragon-type user came to mind), Nordrin wasn't always irritable. Just most of the time. Tonight he was, a little, having been dragged away from his work - but in the spirit of the "friendly" in friendly competition he took another sip of his drink and extended a greeting to the new guy.

"Oi," he said, raising his glass slightly toward Sebastien. "You just took over the Water-type gym, yeah? Well, welcome to the circus." As he said that he gestured over to where Hestia, Ryker, and the others were gathered close together.

World of Light

Word Count: 1110 (+2 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 24/20
Location: Smash City Alcamoth

Following the battle, Pit and Geralt parted ways. It hadn't exactly ended on a high note, so it stood to reason that they were eager to split up afterward. Once back from the plaza and into the Alcamoth proper, Pit walked quickly through the arc mall. His movements were stiff, his mouth was pressed tightly closed, and his eyes were wide. No one looked at him differently than they usually did, after all why would they? But it felt like they should have.

At first Pit just went aimlessly in wide circles, moving just to move. When that didn't help him feel any better he decided to go up. Forgoing the many lifts and elevators in the indoor city, the angel climbed the stairwells between levels. It was a long way up, but by the time Pit made it to the top floor he still wasn't winded. Well, at least he hadn't run into Yennefer along the way.

He made a beeline toward the massive lift in the center of the structure, the one that would take people all the way to the top of Alcamoth. Usually Pit spent his time in Smash City on guard duty, whether keeping an eye on the area to make sure nothing nefarious approached the floating city or serving as one of the people that helped free others from Galeem's influence. Sometimes he ran missions, though it wasn't often. Rarer still when he was feeling particularly bad or lonely he would come here and let the multi-legged machine bring him high above the rest of Alcamoth. It helped a little to be as close to the clouds as possible. If Skyworld still existed it was as close to it as he could get at the moment. Normally, no one used the lift. Or if they did it was infrequence enough that the few times Pit had used it, he'd been able to go right in ride it to the top. Today though, of all days, it was missing.

Pit stared at the spot it usually sat, the gears in his brain turning slowly and working to catch up to his eyes. When it finally did he let out a pathetic sounding whine and brought his hands up to the side of his head, gripping his hair. "It's gone...?! Why does it have to be gone!"

The staff and patrons of the parapet cafe watched Pit with a mixture of amusement and pity as he spun in a circle, dramatically yelling "Gaaaaaaah!" at the ceiling. Without the ability to fly he couldn't just go up to the top himself either. He wanted to just fall onto his back and lay there, but seeing as that would be a nuisance for everyone trying to get around he instead let his arms fall to his sides and pulled himself over to a railing near the lift's entrance. He rested his arms against it and dropped his forehead onto them, standing at an angle. For a couple of minutes he just stood like that, but eventually he peeked out from his arms and over the railing to watch all of the people going about their business on the floors below.

"..." It was calming, watching over everyone, but he still felt... gross. Wrong. It was a sickening feeling, similar to the one he felt back when the Chaos Kin had taken over his body. Being trapped in that ring, seeing everything his body had been doing without his soul to pilot it had been awful. But he could rationalize it, since it wasn't him doing it. This wasn't the same. Letting out a groan Pit dropped his head into his arms again. He raised one hand to gently card the leaves of the golden laurel that rested in his hair. The Goddess of Light hadn't answered him once since he'd been free of Galeem, and she was unlikely to now. For all he knew she was still under the evil light's influence and unable to even receive his thoughts. Still, even if it hurt not to get a response, it was better than not trying.

Lady Palutena... I could really use your help right now! Some advice, or one of your jokes, or... or anything... even just a word...

...I wouldn't even mind getting teased by you. Lady Palutena, please...

The only voice in his head remained his own. Pit took a deep breath and dropped his hand, letting it dangle over the railing. He stayed there, mostly still, trying to get his feelings under control. It was a little bit later that he heard the lift coming back down. The next best thing to hearing the Goddess' voice was feeling the wind between his feathers, so he still planned to ride it. He gripped the railing in both hands and pushed himself to stand straight up - and with his gaze going from the ground to straight out of the glass walls that surrounding Smash City he noted that dark clouds had tumbled into the area.

"Seriously?" he said to himself, letting out a long sigh. The central shaft went so high up that even if it wasn't raining down here, it was sure to be up there.

While the angelic solider considered whether he wanted to sulk in the rain or not, the doors to the lift opened behind him. He turned to look and found himself frozen in place, arms and wings held up in surprise at the people exiting. It was some of the Seekers! Bowser Jr. and... the other ones! The thought of turning tail and leaving the area occurred to Pit, like the Witcher's teammates could sense what had happened. It was a shameful thought, and Pit shook his head to clear it. He was still himself, still a representative of the Alcamoth and the veteran Smash Bros., and he wouldn't shirk his duties or avoid taking responsibility! ...and so, he should at least say hi.

Pit approached the group while waving, after they said their goodbyes to a little top hat-wearing girl (he, too, had glanced over the railing to make sure she was alright after leaping). "Hey! You all just came from the top, right? It's a pretty nice view." He started with. Then he cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, preparing for a proper introduction.

"I still haven't really met most of you, so - uh, I'm Pit! It's the first time here at Smash City for some of you, isn't it? Well let me know if you ever need help with anything!" The angel placed a fist over his chest in salute, pushing a smile onto his face for the group.

What Are You Listening To?

What shows/movies are you watching?

Recently I watched Midnight Mass on netflix. It was really good. Not too long, but enough to tell a great story and it didn't feel like it ever dragged. It delivered well on everything it set up, had a good atmosphere, good acting, all around enjoyable.

After that I tried to watch The Haunting of Hill House and it was terrible. Or at least, going from Midnight Mass to it was not pleasant. Couldn't bring myself to get invested in the cast and nothing really grabbed me. Couldn't finish it. Didn't try Blythe Manor or whatever the other one is called because of that. Just gonna wait for The Midnight Club for more of that guy's stuff.

Now I'm finally watching The Boys. Just finished season one, starting season two. It's pretty good. Really just makes me want to rewatch Tiger & Bunny again though.

World of Light

Word Count: 1093 (+2 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 43/40
Location: The Under via Nyakuza Metro - MTT Resort
𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●

Being unable to do anything with the Moogle, the trio went to the next stair landing where the walkways branched off into a couple of different areas. None of them looked like they'd bring them above ground. One of them did appear to go up further, not straight up but definitely higher, however it also appeared untrodden. Probably best not to forge a whole new path in an unfamiliar place. So at Raz's question, Therion just shook his head.

He switched to nodding when Jesse suggested asking the locals. "Good idea," he said, and then let her go. Back before... well, this, they'd always let Alfyn or Cyrus handle asking around. Sometimes Primrose or Ophilia, if the situation called. Therion's brand of information gathered had always been passive, so he stayed put right where he was. He turned and leaned against the railing, watching Jesse more to see if she'd get distracted and make a detour like it had seemed she might.

He glanced at Raz when the boy piped up. He'd been expecting that Raz would try and strike up a conversation, since he hadn't seen the kid just be quiet since he'd met him. The topic was unexpected though, and Therion squinted his one visible eye as he thought about how to answer it.

"...I don't really know how to describe it," he said after a bit of time thinking. "I'm not a mage or a scholar. It's like energy. But, yeah, I use it for my powers." Therion dragged out the last word, wiggling the fingers on one hand in a mock-spooky manner. Of course, his actual magic was still unusable for whatever reason. Stupid sun-monster thing.

The thief watched Raz's display while fully intending not to show off his own skills. He couldn't blame the kid for trying to earn some trust, after all he was surrounded by adults for the most part and he was expected to fight alongside them. But Therion couldn't do the same, even if the only witness was a little psychic boy. He wouldn't hold himself back in battle, but a demonstration like this? No way. Still, after Raz was done Therion let out an impressed whistle. His magic - or, his 'powers' - did seem useful.

Then Raz let out a comment so casual about mind-reading that Therion almost missed it. Mind-reading? Seriously? The thought nearly brought Therion's brain screeching to a halt, and he hardly focused on what the psychic was explaining after that. He registered portal, into people's minds, willing to let me -

"No."

Therion stared at Raz, his hackles raised like a startled cat. His eye shifted from Raz's face to the little door he held in his hand. Going directly into someone's brain should be impossible, but in this hodgepodge world? Therion believed it was possible. And the thought of someone going into his mind, seeing him at his lowest - locked up, or bloodied, or betrayed, literally broken into pieces - was not something he wanted to entertain in the slightest.

He pushed himself off of the railing to stand, and when he next addressed Raz his voice was hard and serious.

"Do not use that on me. And don't read my mind."

Well, he couldn't make himself any clearer than that. If someone else wanted to do it, then so be it. But not him.

Jesse returned with news that if they tried getting above ground from here they'd have a hell of a time doing it, so it was best to move on. Therion agreed, and he led the way back down the staircase toward the station without stopping to wonder about the upsides of being eaten versus being dusted. He wanted to walk off the uneasiness in his chest, so he didn't pause until he was back on the train.

---

Like their previous ride on the metro Therion stayed quiet, though this time the whole way through. He'd even been trying to think less, given what Raz had revealed earlier, but that was a futile effort. He found it harder to relax than usual. He settled for exuding don't read my mind energy and hoping their little teammate would keep the mental probing to himself. When the vehicle pulled into the station Therion stood swiftly, stepping off the train he took in the place.

This station looked very... plain. But hey, maybe that was good news. Therion climbed the stairs with the other two members of their scouting team and about a dozen or so other people and creatures. Once outside of the subway, the second stop on the purple line greeted them with a similar ambiance as the first. The dull, ethereal glow of floating jellyfish was replaced with the stationary light of giant mushrooms, and in place of carved rock were dark outlines of a large city. It was interesting, not quite the same as the area around Queen's Station (way less bugs for one), but almost. At least this place had buildings and other makings of civilization.

Once the initial wonder at the new area wore off, something occurred to Therion. Something that no doubt occurred to Jesse and Raz as well. The fungus being the main source of foliage, the stone surrounding everything, the darkness so completely black wherever it wasn't broken up by paltry lights...

"We're still underground," the thief said. The Moogles probably wouldn't be able to do whatever it was they did here either... unless this place just happened not to be as far into the earth as Queen's Station. Therion doubted that. This trip was beginning to feel like a huge waste of time, and annoyance tinted his voice. In the grand scheme of things, this mission they'd been assigned wasn't crucial - more convenience than anything, and there were a handful of other teams that could find the place they were actually looking for. Still, it didn't feel great. Therion didn't summon a Moogle this time, as it was clear on his face how he expected it to go. His hands itched with desire to do something constructive, or maybe destructive, so instead he shoved them into his pockets.

"These are the only two stops on this line, yeah? Feel like checking this place out?"

At this point Therion didn't care if they stayed or just went back to Edinsomething Magicwhatever. As the other two gave their thoughts Therion's eyes traced the lit path up to the resort that the station was named after, wondering if there was anything inside worth taking. Or at the very least a bar to visit.

_{@Zoey Boey@TruthHurts22}