@Mae Ultimately it comes down to you as the GM, and how many players you think you can handle since the cast is already very big. For me personally, I wouldn't mind it. I can also (with your permission) tweak Jada a little bit to better allow a character like Saya. For example, since she lives on a homestead it's possible her family keeps livestock - and she was expected to continue the family ranch until Brisk reopened the guild. Now that she got a job with the guild, she takes this chance to get closer to Boro and Saya in order to learn magic - making her more of a novice but also playing up the possibility of an apprenticeship when the country girl learns she might have some magical talent.
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Hello! I'm Yankee.
I'm usually down for pretty much anything: action, adventure, romance, horror, taboo, comedy, smut, gore, slice-of-life, etc.
I like cute, fun stories just as much as dark, gross, problematic ones. I enjoy creating original characters for RP,
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Word Count: 980 (+2 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 105/40
Location: Dystopiascape - Valley of Ruin
It was easy to get into the flow of a battle like this. Unlike going up against a boss or a group of elite enemies, chewing through several weaker ones didn't demand quite as much brain power. It was still dangerous, there was always the chance that a wrong move could lead to being overwhelmed by the flood of machines, but for the most part Pit just let his momentum carry him around the battlefield. He bounced from one robot to the next after switching back to the Palutena Bow, keeping it in one piece so that he could use it either as a bow or a sword whenever he needed. He'd gotten used to the Quadrupeds' method of attack, taking them down before they reached him with a couple of arrows to their head piece. The bipeds he met with blade, easily chopping through them in melee. The spider-like multi-legs were a mix of both, cutting away their limbs if he managed to get to them before they formed up into a protective ball and arcing light arrows to target their exposed heads when they did.
This might as well have been second nature to him. He'd fought through the three realms of Angel Land like this before (multiple times), plus alien spaceships and the Subspace Army. At some point the headspace he was in must have unlocked some power that had been sealed away by Galeem, because he noticed that as he was dashing back and forth between a pair of goliaths his arrows were packing more of a punch. When exactly had that started happening? His realization was delayed, but now that he was aware of it Pit focused on his bow. He let loose a dash shot on purpose this time, watching the arrow strike the circular head on the goliath's arm and damage the limb enough that its guard dropped.
"You robots definitely don't stand a chance now!" he crowed in delight. The Palutena Bow was back at full power! If he really tried, maybe he would be able to feel Lady Palutena's gaze on him even if she couldn't communicate with him at the moment. Spurred on by that thought, Pit dodged the slam of another goliath as he charged an arrow and let it fly to take out the goliath he'd already crippled then turned on the one that had just attacked him and did the same to it. Rather riddling goliaths with several weak arrows, a well placed stronger shot would be enough to disable them so long as he had an opening.
With the some power return to him, once he passed the first goal of a hundred robots down - or when it felt like he had, anyway. He'd given up trying to actually keep track by now - he switched gears to specific target practice. He ignored the smaller enemies and went right for the largest ones, the goliaths. The Legpowers were faster than the others, but compared to the other goliaths their weak points were less protected. He ducked beneath one as it tried to stomp on him, dashing between its legs and taking out the head there with a more powerful arrow. The next stop was another large-armed goliath, and he weaved a few standing charge shots to strike its weak points. The sting of gunfire hit his side and he once again dashed away, this time shooting the Reverse-leg that had been targeting him. The first shot hit its sturdy chassis, the second curving and blasting through its head while it was off balance.
Doing things this way did use up more of Pit's stamina. Though he'd tucked his wings in close to his back when they weren't in use helping him to jump higher, on the rest of his body he could feel cuts, gashes, and bullet wounds stacking up. He pushed through, made of tougher stuff, but had to take a short break from "overdrawing." Speaking of pushing, he wondered how far he could push the weapon? He'd thought earlier that it was back to its full potential, but there was one more thing he could try just to make sure.
The angel sliced his way out of a small group that tried surrounding him as another Legpower ran toward him. This time when he fired an arrow toward it, he willed fire into being around its tip. Technically he hadn't used a "fire arrow" this way in a long time, years even, but it worked and the fireballs appeared. The shot soared straight through the gap between a pair of bipeds, battering with the flames before the arrow and fireballs surrounding it hit their mark on the goliath's leg. It staggered briefly, but before Pit could celebrate the true restoration of the bow's power the goliath completed its trek and punted him away. Not even remotely prepared for that attack he was unable to use his wings to stop himself, tumbling clumsily through the air in a shallow arc with a wail. He crashed down on top of a multi-legs, the impact hurting him more than it. He scrambled to hop off as its blades came up to try and skewer him but only ended up taking itself out.
A little embarrassed about what just happened, Pit flitted back towards the goliath that had launched him to get some payback, stopped by a reverse-leg that stepped into his path and opened fired from both of its guns.
"It's not gonna be that easy!" Pit informed it, quick-summoning the Upperdash Arm to bull through the bullets and land a heavy uppercut. The goliath's body jerked backwards, its bullet spray forced skyward where it downed a flier before it stopped firing. Pit moved around it, slicing through its weak point and continuing the fight until he could reunite with the other Seekers after the army was defeated.
Tally: 121
Small Flier x21, Medium flier x12, Medium Biped x35, Large Biped x22, Quadruped x13, Multi-Legs x6,
Goliath x5, Legpower x3, Reverse-Leg x4
Small Flier x21, Medium flier x12, Medium Biped x35, Large Biped x22, Quadruped x13, Multi-Legs x6,
Goliath x5, Legpower x3, Reverse-Leg x4
Word Count: 465 (+1 exp)
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 200/90
Location: Edinburgh MagicaPolis
Once they'd all ducked into the Pokémon Center and got Mewtwo as healed up as they could, the Ace Cadet, Big Band, and Wonder Red crowded around the Pokémon in one corner of the building. They had to know what really happened, which left Mewtwo with little chance to catch his breath before the Seekers sought an explanation. Mewtwo wasted no time at all in giving them as much information as he could.
There really had been an attack, and the Alcamoth Mercenaries lost. 'Mass causalities,' Mewtwo had said. Though the Cadet hadn't known any of them well, it was like a punch to the gut to hear that most, if not all, of the kind people he'd met there were now just ashes in the wind. Along with their demise went the Seekers' central base of operations and any connection they had between the different groups. The freedom fighters' situation wasn't good. But... they weren't starting over from scratch. They still had four of Galeem's Guardians down and two other teams out there chasing down more. They were aware of the Consuls now, and their mighty power, but also proof they weren't invincible or anything like that.
Mewtwo and Red pointed out that now was their best chance to take down one of those Consuls. The Cadet had been for himself that she was hurt from the battle, in which she'd helped to destroy Alcamoth. They couldn't just let that go. The monster hunter agreed with them - he wanted to go after her too, for answers if not only to pay her back for her part in the destruction.
Even Band agreed, so it seemed their next course of action was clear. The detective brought up some good points not to dissuade them, but supply them a sense of caution. The Cadet nodded, and when asked if he was in he responded enthusiastically.
"I'm all for it," he said. "If N does show up, well, we were gonna have to deal with them both at some point anyway. Someone needs to bring them to justice."
He wasn't sure how much stronger Linkle had gotten since he'd last seen her, but she was able to go toe to toe with N. With the four of them versus two Consuls, they might be able to pull it off. The sooner they did this the better, not just to take advantage of L's weakened state but to get those two off their backs so no more innocent bystanders got monsterfied and sent after them. Maybe they could even lose the heat of the police too.
With all of his weapons and equipment already packed into the square bag on his back, the Ace Cadet looked to Red who'd volunteered to ferry them all to the Aether Paradise.
"Let's go kick some Lunasstra."
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The water-fetching had been less than successful, but at least it wasn't a total failure as Kanamori had said. When it came down to it, they could boil the murky water to kill off any bacteria. Masato knew that much, at least. Hopefully one of the students had a steel bento to use for that, he didn't think plastic would cut it over a fire. They'd lugged the water bottles back from the tiny stream to find that Hoshino had rounded up water and food for most of them. They wouldn't need to rely on the procured water just yet. It was ultimately a good thing, but the fact that the four of them had bumbled around out there for hours when they could have been doing something else to help took a lot of the wind out of Masato's sails.
He'd washed quickly at the stream after they'd filled the bottles and physically he felt a little better, but he was still in a weird headspace. He'd shed his jacket earlier and tied it around his waist for what little good that would do, considering it was just as ripped if not more so than his slacks. Tomorrow when it was easier to see he'd ask Hoshino if there was a sewing kit in any of the stuff people had. One of the girls might carry something like that around. For now he put it back on to eventually prepare for sleep... though he wasn't sure if that would come easily to him. Insomnia was common for him even on the calmest nights back home. It was more likely he wouldn't sleep at all short of passing out from exhaustion.
He picked a spot a little away from the fire but close enough to feel its warmth, quietly giving a "thank you" to Nakagawa when a cut of bear-wolf meat was delivered to him. He wasn't skittish about eating it, despite the dubious nature of the beasts of the Otherside. It was cooked, well-done from the look of it, so it would probably be fine. The taste was about what he expected, tough and bland, though he wasn't about to complain about it either. They'd done the best they could with what they had. That said, he finished it off more quickly than he expected. His appetite came back to him all at once after the first bite, and he hastened to sate his hunger. Was it because he'd puked earlier and his stomach was empty? Hopefully he could keep this food down.
From his spot he could also overhear some of the other students. From one of the lean-tos he could hear Norifuku exclaim that Stewart was awake, but there was no such announcement for the other two boys. He thought if they could make it through the night then their chances of recovering would be good. Sisters and brothers chatting reached his ears but seeing as they were quieter, more private conversations (until Inaba crashed the latter) he did his best to tune them out.
He also heard the love triangle shenanigans closer to the fire (though he didn't read it as such, just regular shenanigans). He glanced over, happening to catch Sato's eye as she looked away from the small group. In response to Masato's slightly confused stare her eyes flickered back over to Hoshino, Bansen, and Murakami (just before Kanamori joined them), then she rolled her eyes before meeting Masato's again. He got the feel her expression was more playful than not, and her smile mellowed a little when she spotted a similar one playing at Masato's lips. He could take his chance to talk to her, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to while in the state he was in.
Eventually he turned away from her and sighed. Alright, everyone was slowly going back to normal so now it was time for Masato to do the same.
He stood up and approached a group of four who were talking amongst themselves, half of them animatedly and the other half much less so. Ryuugasaki, Maeda, Ichibangase, and Kondo. He did sometimes run into the first two the few times he needed to check something out of the local library, and Ichibangase more so than them. With Kondo among that group, he had an inkling of what they might be discussing. Earlier he'd thought that he didn't particularly want to be in charge of the class in this kind of life or death situation, but he did feel a sense of responsibility for them. It would be easier for everyone if they picked one or two "leaders" whether that included him or not, so he went to involve himself in that discussion.
"Doing alright?" he asked them, a half-polite greeting before moving on.
"I'm going to stay up and keep watch tonight," he said in a tone which brokered no discussion on the matter. "But I'm not sure what I should be expecting from animals or... Portals." He figured that the most well-read students would have some knowledge about it, and Ryuugasaki with the hunting experience she'd revealed. Any kind of sign that trouble would be around besides the obvious would be good to have. That, and, "As for tomorrow, might be better to come up with a plan of action before everyone goes to sleep. And if we need to move, some kind of sign to leave behind in case a rescue team shows up."
It was apparent that Masato was still conflicted on if they should actually move or not, but was resigning himself to leaving the clearing. The bus fire had already died out, but he had no idea if the lingering smell would attract monsters more or less than the blaze had. Plus being surrounded on all sides by forest with no defenses seemed like a bad idea.
@Mae Awesome, sounds great, thank you! Will update sheet and move it over. And yes definitely want to help build up the hamlet and the guild as well so that will be good (I forgot to add those as goals lol).
@Yankee So I've given Jada wind and water, I imagine watching Boro's mage hand like abilities might have inspired some practice with wind. And water I could see her trying her own attempts at the pond, but feel free to swap them if you prefer earth or fire. Here's a first pass on her skills, what sort of hobbies does Jada have?
Liminal Resist I
Bureaucracy
Hospitality
Housekeeping
Research: Magic Study
Sense Needs
Sprint
Jack of Trades, Odd Jobs
Ignoble Magic - Wind, lesser
Ignoble Magic - Water, Lesser
Identify Scroll, Lesser
Inspect Artefact, Lesser
Inspect Rune, Lesser
That works, thank you. Can I ask what "Sense Needs" would entail? I don't want to make any wrong assumptions!
As for hobbies, reading of course. I think fishing would be fun, doubles as time to meditate too. I see her having a love of games, both table games like card or board games and simple sports like kick ball or soccer. Though as the guild grows I think her time will be more taken up by that kind of work.
@Yankee her personality is so adorable. And the egg is really exciting. She probably knows Boro if she likes studying. She definitely needs extra thought to her skills and where she starts at - do you want her to have any active magic at the beginning of the RP?
Thank you! I think she'll be fun to bounce off of others. Yes I agree she'd probably spend a good amount of time in his library, and be more well acquainted to the characters that do their business with the Guild. If anyone reading wants to hash out more in-depth connections, let me know.
As far as magic, I would like her to start with some basic magic but to be honest I didn't have a concrete idea of what kind so I'd be open to suggestions.
And by the way, map looks great! No notes from me.
Word Count: 1663 (+3 exp)
Level: 3 - Total EXP: 133/30
Location: Dystopiascape - Valley of Ruin
After meeting up with the others in their group, Pit was informed that they'd found the intel they needed about the machine attack - and that it was happening a lot sooner than they'd expected. They needed to hustle if they wanted any chance at intercepting it. Considering the timetable for their main mission just got pushed up, Pit wasn't too bummed about losing out on the material boxes in the flooded ruins. Of course there was the question on how they'd all get to where they needed to be, since apparently the other truck had been destroyed. It was a question that was quickly answered by Tora.
"Ooh, me!" he told the Nopon, scrambling to join him and Poppi on the tall machine they'd brought over.
The group moved, back toward the ruined city they'd seemed to come through earlier. There they quickly found their targets: a veritable army of robots, with sandy colored metal bodies and beady, bright red eyes. Way more than Pit could count, but Poppi had that covered. A thousand, huh?
There were quite a lot of robots, that was for sure. But nothing a handful of heroes couldn't handle, right? Pit hopped in place a few times and stretched out his wings, preparing for battle with the rest of the group.
"I'm used to taking down tons of enemies," he said, manifesting the Palutena Bow in his hands. "Heh, I'll even take two hundred!"
Big words, but ones that Pit could back up... well, if he'd been at full strength. He wasn't entirely sure when or how he'd regain all his capabilities in the World of Light, but what he had should still be enough to take on a hundred or so robots. Whether he could or not didn't matter - he would, so that the machines wouldn't reach the city and hurt anyone.
The Seekers charged, Pit along with them. As he entered the fray, his opener was much the same as every: a volley of light arrows. The arrows swerved around the faster Seekers to strike their targets, only staggering the larger robots. The weaker, smaller robots had their vitals blown apart with one or two well placed shots. Perhaps if they'd been up against physical arrowheads their metal chassis might have fared better, but the pure condensed light fired from the Palutena Bow was just made of different stuff.
He'd managed to take out a number this way while the Seekers were still relatively close together. Biped medium and large with limbs broken off so that they couldn't move, chest cavities dented in and damaging core mechanisms inside, or head pieces completely broken for instant downs. Fliers of all sizes crashed down from overhead, destroyed while in the air or smashing to pieces once they hit the ground. "Twenty!" Pit called his tally aloud before a mass of robots finally made their way to him, converging together.
Though he was more proficient in long range, melee suited the angel just fine as well. A goliath reached out to swat Pit but he hopped up and onto its arm, running up the length until its small head was in sight. He slammed the bowblade into the space between its eyes, carving a slice through its head that sparked and gradually shut the machine down. It fell to its knees, toppling over and squashing two bipeds under its weight. Pit dashed off, spinning the bow in his hand as he cut through a group of bipeds that scrambled toward him. The small area around him was a cyclone of blue, gold, and flying metal chunks. When he came out the other side, he left behind several scrap heaps. "Thirty!"
Now that he was in the thick of it, there didn't seem to be any end to the robotic hoard. When he put one machine down, another came at him. They climbed over the fallen bodies of their fellow machines with singular focus. A legpower goliath came stomping through, but it only suffered the same fate as the previous goliath. When it kicked at the angel, Pit jumped up high. A flap of his wings brought him out of range of the follow up kick, and he came down on the robot's head with a downward strike that punctured its cranium. This time the bipeds around it scattered so as not to be crushed, leaving a couple open for Pit to sweep in and skewer.
It was clear that the more simplistic, humanoid bots were not going to be a match for Pit. However, there were more than just those kinds of machines in the army they were facing. Four quadrupeds galloped toward him, pushing the other robots out of the way and charging directly at him. These didn't need to fumble around and try to strike him with a weapon, their bodies were sharpened enough that a simple tackle had the potential to do a lot of damage. He parried the first and very nearly dodged the second. He was a little too late, and when he turned out of the way the quadruped clipped his wing. It was a relatively minor wound, but also the worst place he could have been hit, and in his haste to protect his wings he turned back into danger's way. The third slammed into him, its front legs caught by the bow but slicing into his arms and bracers. Refusing to be bowled over, Pit dug his heels in and grit his teeth. He was being pushed back, so he rolled with it - throwing the quadruped behind him with a kick where it slashed apart a biped.
The fourth quadruped had missed when Pit had rolled backward, but it had already turned and was running in for its second charge when he stood back up. He leapt up and kicked the machine over, following up with a windmill slash to take it apart before it could regain its footing. There was a repreive of about one second when Pit swapped equipment before the robots swarmed in once more.
Faster than their two-legged counterparts, the quadrupeds made to tackle Pit first. This time they were easily deflected by the dual Orbitars that floated around him. They turned the robots away as though they were simple charging animals, and a spray of rapid fire shots took out a squadron of medium and large bipeds that followed behind. The orbitars then swept around, turning their fire on the four-legged machines. Individually each shot was weak, but enough clustered together on joins or weak spots was enough to destroy what amounted to robo-fodder. Two of the quadrupeds crumpled, and the last threw itself at Pit only to be pummeled into defeat by the swirling shields.
Whew! How many is that now? It was getting a little hard to keep track. Gunfire showered over the area from some fliers that arrived, and a pair of reverse-legged goliaths that stepped up to the plate next. The Orbitars slammed together to block the bullets, focusing on defense and only taking pot shots at the fliers. Some crashed down to the earth, and once there was a enough of a gap in the firing the orbitars came apart again, returning fire with gusto at the enemies overhead. The orbitars' shots were more than enough for the fliers, and Pit took them down while the reverse-legs advanced. Bullets zinged by, and the angel didn't escape completely unscathed as he closed the distance between himself and the robots. He slipped behind a goliath, scrambling up its back while the other peppered it with its arm mounted guns. Pit peeked out from behind the goliath's head, ducking when the gunfire moved up and obliterated his ride. Kicking off of its falling body Pit landed on top of the other reverse-leg, letting the orbitars do their thing. One shield softened its rusty-looking dome by slamming into it, the other firing to finish it off.
"Uh, fifty! I think." He tried to keep an ear and eye out for his comrades in case they needed any help, but at the moment the battle actually seemed to be going alright. There was the stray yelp of pain and startled shout, but none of the Seekers were in dire straits. That was great, they could definitely get through this if they kept the pace up! The group's stamina reserves might not be able to catch up with their intent, but so far so good. Pit himself could definitely keep it going for a while yet.
With the orbitars still equipped he focused on keeping his distance and focusing fire on a few enemies before moving on to the next, looking for the perfect moment to use his charged shot. Robots rushed in and were put down two or three at a time until the group was getting too big and too close to continue this strategy. Metal fists and slapdash weapons were beginning to reach him. No worries though, it was time!
"That all you got?" Pit said, grinning despite himself and hopping backwards out of the crowd.
He gave himself a whole lot of space by unleashing the Guardian Orbitars' charge shot. The shimmering energy shield flew forward, mowing down a whole host of bipeds, quadrupeds, and even fliers that had swooped down too low. Any enemies it didn't destroy outright where damaged and pushed out of the way, perfect for Pit to dash in and finish off. One legpower goliath had lost a foot, making the weak spot on its head easy pickings. Another goliath had raised its bulky arms up in defense, leaving the head on its undercarriage vulnerable. The smaller robots were no issue just yet.
After carving out a chunk of the robots, the rest that were trying to target him had to spend some time crawling over the wreckage. He took the moment afforded to him for a quick breather, then jumped right back in to battle to meet them.
Tally: 95
Small Flier x20, Medium flier x12, Medium Biped x31, Large Biped x17, Quadruped x9, Goliath x2, Legpower x2, Reverse-Leg x2
Small Flier x20, Medium flier x12, Medium Biped x31, Large Biped x17, Quadruped x9, Goliath x2, Legpower x2, Reverse-Leg x2
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