Yankee

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

@Yankee@Lemons@Haha@Burger@n0cturnal1@TruthHurts@Azure Bubbles

Doing a quick roll call to see who’s still around and ready to jump back in!
Those who are still interested can check in here, and anyone who joins later can easily be worked into the story.

@Lyla

I'm still interested! I am going to be away from home for a few days starting from tomorrow, but otherwise I'm around!

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

_{Thursday Morning}
Word Count: 2902 (+3 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 308/80
Location: Esaka's Pools, the Forbidden Kingdom
^{ft. @DracoLunaris}

Pit rushed to his assigned stage, not stopping for anything until he'd leapt over the water and landed on the painted wooden platform. Little waves splashed up over the edges, but otherwise the stage proved itself to be sturdy. There were even little boats moored to it that rocked gently with the ripples caused by Pit's arrival.

"I'm here!" he gasped, near breathless. He didn't just seem winded from the run - his hair and feathers were ruffled, his laurel wreath was askew, the clothes he wore were smudged, and there was at least one bruise beginning to bloom on his cheek. It looked like he'd just fought an entirely different match right before getting there... which, unbeknownst to anyone but him, he had.

He had always recovered quickly though, and this time was no exception. He stood up straight, though before he could even think about explaining anything to Ashrah who he'd landed next to he heard his name from the other side of the water's edge. He looked over, a little surprised to see Rika and Bowser Jr. cheering for him. And... Fight of Gods' Zeus too! Support like that was honestly something he hadn't known he'd needed at the moment after what had happened with Juri. Disheveled as he was he beamed at the three of them, waving with one arm before flashing them the sign for victory, his two fingers in the shape of a V.

"You cut it very close," Ashrah said, drawing his attention back to her. Her expression was impassive as she looked down at him, at least until she got a better look at the state he was in. Curiosity flickered in her dark eyes, but she didn't ask.

"Sorry, just had to deal with someone..." he answered anyway, though he didn't actually seem that apologetic. Doing his best to put the encounter with Juri out of his mind for the moment, he sighed before going on. "Please tell me it's not too late to fight still?"

Ashrah shook her head, moving to take her spot nearby but out of the way, and across the wooden platform their opponents watched on. Now that Pit had caught his breath he could actually get a look at them: a man and a monkey. Dweeb, the kameo partner who Pit would have been more surprised to see if he wasn't already acquainted with Diddy and Donkey Kong, leisurely munched a banana as he sat atop one of the small boats tied to the raft's edge. The man, John Smith apparently, took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out on the sole of his boot. The action was a bit redundant since he ended up just tossing the butt into the water anyway. It floated for a few seconds before sinking, joining an unseen host of all kinds of debris at the bottom of the Pools.

Though he was dressed extremely casually in a t-shirt and jeans, John's face was hardened and blank. When he spoke it was with the grizzled tone of an experienced assassin, though like his outfit his words were pretty casual too.

"Can't say I wouldn't have been glad for a quick win by technicality, but you made it in time kid. And we've got..." he paused to pull one of his sleeves up and check his watch. "...twenty-three more seconds left in round one."

"Oh, good!" That was a relief! It would be way too embarrassing to face everyone else after losing because he'd been late no matter the reason, not to mention disappointing his partner. But... twenty seconds left? Had time already started?! "Wait, wh–"

BLAM. Giving his opponent no other heads up than the timer being in play, John whipped out his heavy handgun, aimed, and fired it all in one motion. He'd leveled it at Pit's head, either used to Esaka's quick revitalization especially during sanctioned matches or simply unconcerned with killing what he viewed as a child. Probably both. To his credit Pit's reaction time called his Guardian Orbitars to his defense immediately. They formed a little too late to reflect the bullet, but it was caught in the ethereal body of one of the shields in front of Pit's face and dropped harmlessly to the wooden planks at his feet once it dissipated.

The others ricocheted off of the face of the Orbitar, as John squeezed off a few more rounds. He was on the move, avoiding the return fire but keeping his distance. That would normally suit Pit just fine; bullets were far from fireballs, but it wasn't like he'd never been shot at before. And he could deal with ranged fighters, even preferred it to be honest. However, Ashrah had given him a crash course on all things Kombat - if the timer ran out, the fighter who'd taken the most damage lost the round. Were the mysterious Heavenly Principles going to count the damage he'd taken since he arrived, or since the time officially started? If it was the latter, then he was in trouble. He had to move in and wear his opponent down as fast as possible or go for a quick ring out!

"I guess we're getting right to it!"

He wasn't sure how much time was left when he dropped the shield and zipped forward with a sword in each hand. John however was, and he counted down the seconds while he backed up to the edge of the raft and kept firing. He no more than grazed Pit, if even that, as the angel dodged from side to side and closed the distance. Pit lunged at the man, but John side-stepped him and suddenly he was over open water. Even more embarrassing then being late would be falling in, but thankfully his wings were still in perfect working order (relatively). He beat them and pushed himself up into the air then back to the stage, moving in to attack again as soon as he touched down.

John snapped his fingers and a moment later Dweeb was dropping down with a knife. The monkey had aimed a falling stab at Pit with hopes to push him back towards the stage's edge, but his target back pedaled just enough to pivot around him. Dweeb was gone again the next instant.

So that's how it works, Pit thought, though he didn't think the snapping was really part of it. John had used the interference to put more space between them again, and this time when Pit got up close and lashed out he was sure he had John pinned down - until a swirling, golden wind current swirled around them both, stopping the blade.

ROUND ONE: JOHN SMITH WINS
TIME OUT

Reading the words forming in the air Pit's heart sank a little, even though he thought this might happen. In front of him John held his hands up, a look on his face that seemed to say 'hey, them's the breaks.' He walked around the angel to return to his side of the field, leaving Pit to clench his fists around the hilts of his swords. He inhaled and held his breath for a moment, then slapped his his hands to both of his cheeks to psych himself back up. The motion was a little awkward with his weapons still in his grip, but it served its purpose.

"It was only one round," Ashrah called to him from the sidelines, her unconcerned voice meant as a reassurance. Pit nodded.

"And it's the only one I'm gonna lose from here on out!" he promised.

The start of the next round was imminent, but Pit took the time to look over at his audience again and shout out to them. He definitely didn't want to lose in front of Bowser Jr. of all people. "Don't count that first one! I'm going for real this time!"

”You better! That was such a lame way to lose!” the prince called back, while his sister tilted her head to the side in a moment of contemplation and then nodded in agreement with her brother.

Finally Pit faced his opponent across the wooden stage, his bow held tight in his hand.

Alright Lady Palutena, what've you got for me on this guy?

There's not much, but apparently he'll do anything for money!

Wow, so he's like a really bad guy?

Well when I said anything, I meant anything. He'll walk dogs or babysit too, so I guess the amount of money doesn't really matter...

Oooo...kay... but as a fighter he seems experienced.

Well he's also a professional hitman!

Why didn't you lead with that?!

The golden winds swirled once more, providing the participants some vitality and spelling out the words that would begin the timer and start the next round:

ROUND TWO: FIGHT!

Both fighters reacted instantly. Though John opened much the same way with his gun, Pit's light arrows were faster. They zipped across the arena and struck, individually not very powerful but preventing the hitman from properly firing. He tried ducking, dodging, and sprinting, but when the streaks of blue light could curve to follow him it was hard to escape. Of course Pit didn't intend to play the battle this way forever, just whittling John down. He dashed forward, producing more powerful arrows that could actually force John back whenever he was hit. It was a safe way to approach while pressuring the hitman at the same time, and soon enough John was at the raft's edge and Pit was advancing on him.

John snapped his fingers and Dweeb lobbed something at Pit. The object was small and egg shaped, though when it hit the floor at Pit's feet with a sort of metallic thunk it was quite obvious what it was.

"Hey-!" Pit exclaimed, his eyes widening as he leapt back and away. The explosion that went off the next second left a plume of dark smoke, but somehow the stage had survived. Thankfully Pit had too, one hard beat of his wings dispersing the smoke. Just in time to see John pick up a shoulder mounted rocket launcher that his kameo partner had thrown him. "-is that even legal?!"

"Hasn't gotten us disqualified before," John replied. Ignoring Jr yelling ”Cheeeeaaaaap!” at him, the hitman hefted the weapon and hit a button, firing the explosive ammo.

The rocket sailed past Pit as he threw himself to one side to evade it. He had wanted to get a handle on how his fighting style might be restricted, and he could feel a few changes, but between the items being thrown in, the monkey itself, and the risk of getting thrown off the stage... this was more similar to a Smash match than Pit imagined it would be. And, actually, if he thought about it that way... then didn't that mean he definitely had this in the bag?

John loaded and fired another rocket, though it resulted in another miss. This time Pit charged forward after dipping out of the way, and in preparation for the angel dragging the battle into a melee John dropped the rocket launcher and snapped his fingers, catching a katana that Dweeb tossed him. It was a wonder where exactly the well dressed primate was keeping all of these weapons. Regardless, Pit had a kameo partner too.

"Ashrah!" he called out. The demoness leapt into the fray ahead of Pit, soaring into a twisting, downward strike on John with her kriss. The force sent John to the ground so hard that he bounced up, perfectly timed for Pit to swipe him with one of the bow's blades, then spin and slash outward with both. It was a fast and fierce attack that would be familiar to at least one onlooker, the forward smash powerful enough to launch John right off the end of the stage and into the drink.

Satisfied with that, Pit straightened up out of his fighting stance and grinned lightly. "There we go."

ROUND TWO: PIT WINS
RING OUT

A pair of cheers rang out from the spectators (with Rika’s second ”go Pit!”sounding considerably more genuine than her first one had) along with a short clap and a “Ha ha, now that’s more like it!” from Zeus.

John rubbed at the back of his neck after climbing out of the water, rolling his head and shoulders in preparation for round three. He hadn't exactly been going easy on Pit in the first couple rounds, but he seemed a little more serious now. The kid had decent situational awareness at least as far as avoiding ring outs and earning his own went. In the few seconds they had before having to go at it once more he looked at the angel and said, "I was hoping to catch my first couple targets off guard, but... you a platform fighter too?"

"Uh..." Pit tilted his head and held his hand out flat, twisting it in a so-so motion. "I think I'm kinda more of a rail shooter now?"

John raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn't respond. Both of them took their positions once more.

ROUND THREE: FIGHT!

Pit practically exploded out himself from his side of the stage, closing the gap within seconds. Still armed with the katana, John did the first thing that came to mind - he chucked it at the approaching angel. Ah, but Pit had seen this strategy before too. Rather than stop to block or dodge, Pit quick-summoned his Upperdash Arm and plowed right through. The sword bounced off the whirring Arm and into the water while the divine weapon itself slammed John in the mid-section, throwing him directly up into the air. Pit was already pulling back the ethereal bowstring while the bow itself was reappearing, aiming up while charging a flaming arrow that struck true but did not leave John with any kind of burn or pyro status.

The hitman landed on his feet, blocking the quick slashes Pit lunged at him with by crossing his arms in front of him. He dropped into a low stance and kicked his leg out, interrupting the blade combo when Pit chose to jump over the attack. John pulled out his firearm once more, flipping their positions and forcing Pit to block the close quarters shots. They hurt a lot less than he thought they would - that must have been the Heavenly Principles' doing as well, right? He just had to wait for the magazine to run out of ammo and... now!

Pit burst forward while brandishing his blades only to be met with a smirk on John's face and the nozzle of a very different weapon staring him down. Nearby Dweeb hollered what sounded like a laugh as the flamethrower sparked to life. It's plume was wide reaching, scorching Pit even while he retreated. John swept it the side to follow his opponent, at least until Pit leapt away from the arena, hanging in the air away from the flames as long as he could before falling onto one of the boats tied to the platform. It rocked dangerously but he stayed dry. He held his breath for a moment, hoping this didn't count as being out of bounds. Thankfully it didn't, since no sparkly gold wind came to interrupt the match.

John ran forward, flicking the flamethrower on once more, but this time Pit was ready enough that he could send a few light arrows John's way. They twisted through or around the spewing fire and struck the hitman, and when he staggered Pit used that as his opportunity to get back onto the stage proper. He pounced at John with a flying kick, landed in front of him aided by a double downward slash, and ended with a forceful forward cross slash that broke through John's upward guard. He kept up his offense until with one final push he knocked John over the edge once more with a swift kick to his side.

ROUND THREE: PIT WINS
RING OUT

Though things had started off iffy, it hadn't gone too poorly all things considered. Pit sucked in another breath and after banishing his bow he fluffed his wings out and flashed two victory signs this time, one for his cheerleaders and one for Ashrah, who returned his light smile.

"You won't be able to rely on ring outs after the Pools," she advised him.

"I figured, but might as well do it while I can!"

From the water side Jr called out ”Nice one Pit!” while Rika asked more quietly but still audibly ”Oh, so is it over already?”

It was indeed; a best two of three of ninety second rounds would only have lasted five minutes at most including the down time between each round's start, but this match was made considerably shorter due to tardiness and quicker wins. Pit hadn't doubted that he'd be able to handily win the first few rounds (if not the tournament as a whole), but he was still proud of himself. The rematch with Juri had been tougher than this physically and emotionally, serving as far more than just a warm up, and he'd still come out on top here right after the fact. It did mean he was more tired than he normally would have been afterward though.

I think I'm gonna need to refuel... or a quick nap sounds nice, he thought to himself as he and Ashrah went to meet his supporters. He would have stopped to help John out of the water, but the man had extracted himself quickly enough and had his jacket slung over his shoulder as he made sure his pistol was still in good working order.

"Guess there's still a chance to win big in Loser's, huh, Dweeb?" he said to his partner as the monkey walked up next to him, straightening its bow tie. He refilled the gun's magazine and clicked it back into place, not too put out at all about the loss.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Word Count: 1213 (+2 exp)
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 432/90
_{Wednesday Afternoon.}
Location: the Frozen Highlands

Working on the coach would probably have actually been kind of relaxing if the Seekers weren't on the lookout for any Naytibas, and one in particular. Even with his guard up though Ace found the act of working out dents in the armored carriage and buffing out scratches to prevent any potential weak points from developing to be a little cathartic. It wasn't quite the same as working on a weapon, but it wasn't very far off either. Unable to feel the area's ambient chill, he even ended up sweating a bit by the end. Before the crew prepared to go he stepped back from the stagecoach, tilting his head, squinting his eyes, and framing it between his fingers.

"Not bad I guess," he said to himself, mulling over what he'd finished and what he could have done better or faster. Next time they stopped he'd take another crack at it. And maybe make it look cooler than just matte black metal? It did have intricate embossing, but it was sort of... somber looking. The journey so far had featured several rough spots, so maybe a nicer looking ride would be good for morale.

It was something to bring up later. One thing he did note and spoke up about was the little bit of extra space he thought the vehicle had, particularly on the outside. As everyone reconvened around the coach Ace nodded up towards its roof, where on one side stood the lightning rod. There was still plenty of space so he said, "I'm thinking if we find something similar, we can probably fit a ballista up there. Might help since it seems like everything wants to destroy our ride."

He said it somewhat lightheartedly, but it was true. He didn't know how long the journey on the Midnight Walk would be, but if it lasted a few days then he figured more defense on the coach itself was a good idea.

They advanced through the area into the Space Center, practically running right over the creatures that appeared to try and impede them. The audio log that Mokou had returned with that played over the short trip was curious, but ultimately everyone but Eve appeared to lack the context surrounding it. It was easy enough for Ace to put it out of his mind as he took in the Space Center's interior. It wall very sci-fi, but more notable were the corpses scattered around. That took Ace by surprise, since shouldn't they be just piles of dust? Unless... they'd been 'brought there' like that?

A brief inspection showed they were just bodies though, not zombies at rest or anything. Doing his best to ignore that red flag for now he traced the lift in the middle of the room that they'd seen from outside. They'd be splitting up soon from here then.

Despite the atmosphere he chuckled at Heismay's comment about 'space' though. "Whole lot more up there though! You never wanted to get closer to the stars?"

It sounded gargwawesome to him, getting to see what it was actually like up there. Not to mention he wouldn't have minded helping Adam and Eve with the Alpha Naytiba, but... he did not have an easy way of getting back down, something Sandalphon pointed out for anyone interested in accompanying her while she accompanied them. The Cadet had leapt from some pretty ridiculous heights before and been none the worse for wear, but he wasn't sure jumping from the edge of space was something he could actually survive.

Still would have been nice to see it though, so he turned to Sandalphon while they slowly moved into the next sector leaving a couple behind to get to work on the elevator. "Can you bring back one of those pictures you can make on the screens?" he asked her. It was probably the next best thing to seeing it themselves.

The archangel nodded, a smile literally in her eyes. "I can even make a recording."

Ace smiled back, very much looking forward that. "Groovios!"

They kept on, reaching and subsequently opening the door to the building complex's next section by breaking through a wall of fleshy tissue. Awaiting them inside were more than two dozen Naytibas in the shape of men. Or more accurately, attached to fallen men it seemed. And, naturally, a battle immediately broke out.

It was a proper battlefield, like the two sides of opposing armies they'd passed by earlier. On one side the Naytibas, rushing forward with weapons in hand or raising altered limbs to fire liquid from afar. On the other the Seekers and their host of companions in the form of minions, Pals, Pokémon, and much more. And, well, with all of that going on plus all the magic flying around courtesy of Roxas and Sandalphon... Ace wasn't keen on jumping into the fray at all. A shame he couldn't use his freshly sharpened long sword, but fortunately he was still just as well versed at ranged combat as he was melee.

Rather than the bow he'd used at the end of the fight with Belial, this time Ace brought out the Breechshot. It had good range, was accurate, and it packed a punch, so he could pick off these Cephalopod-wearing enemies from a distance while the bulk of the Seekers took them on in closer quarters. Each shot Ace fired struck one of the Skulls, but since he tended to fire at center mass when his targets were this small he only managed to down them temporarily as their heads slithered away after he'd already set his sights on the next one.

When Geralt called out that they should be targeting the Cephalopods themselves, Ace was quick to switch to going for head shots instead. Right, right, that makes sense! he thought, trading some of his speed and accuracy for cleaner, definite kills whenever his piercing ammo barrelled through the Skulling's bodies. As much as possible he focused the Skull Gunners to get them out of the way faster, though the melee-minded Skullings were no less trouble. One of the Skullings that had escaped death and snuck around the front line possessed a dormant corpse near the Cadet, creeping up with its hammer held high.

It wasn't built for stealth, so Ace spotted it before it could land its sneak attack - twisting to catch the hammer with the blade attached to the grip of his rifle. "Whoa there!" he said as the Skulling's weapon clanging against his own and slid off. He drew its arm back for another go while Ace flipped the rifle in his hands, getting more use out of that knife now than he had since he'd gotten the gun. He swung it like a miniature (for him) axe, sinking the sharp edge into the side of the Skulling's head. It twitched and fell backward, its actual body still attempting to wriggle away before a bullet turned it to ashes.

The Skullings on the ground were much harder targets to hit than those attached to their hosts, but if Ace spotted them and had a clear shot he took it. One by one he worked through the Skullings that appeared to thin out what the current frontliners had to fight through.

Intro!

Welcome! The bulk of RP here is play by post, though there is a TTRPG section (that also is mostly play by post rather than say live over voice). Still hopefully you find something you like! If you have any questions feel free to ask!

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

Oooh neat, I like 'em. Gonna be pretty interesting!

⤫ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ⤬

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 - it's morning

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - New York City: The Rookery

𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - everyone

Before the elevators opened, the ninth child hummed lightly and swayed on the balls of its feet. Its hands were clasped casually behind its back and its eyes were closed while it watched the security staff move in and out of the monitoring room through the little camera in the corner of the elevator car. They were all so serious today, scampering around like mice in and out, in and out, throughout the building and over the grounds. Always looking over their shoulders for the cause of the chill on their backs. Nine looked a little closer, glancing over the screens in the room of its mind's eye. It saw corridors and meeting areas, entrances and exits, the lawn and the roof. It saw humans and other animals, lined up neatly or congregating in rough crowds outside. And if it looked really, really hard—

Ding. The car's doors slid open at the same time the ninth child's unsettling eyes did. They stepped out of the elevator as Orwell, dressed in tweed slacks, brown shoes, and a slightly rumpled light dress shirt. A bow tie that matched their trousers almost as well as the shirt matched their messy hair tied the whole outfit together. Orwell made a motion like they meant to hook their thumbs into the straps of overalls, but given there were none they just blinked and frowned lightly.

Right, that's what they'd forgotten this morning. They could still clearly see the overall clips sitting on a bureau in their assigned quarters. With so much work to be done they'd been distracted. At least there would be time to play soon. Hopefully.

Orwell smiled at O'Brien as they approached him, giving him an enthusiastic nod of their head. "Aw, like I'd be late today."

They shuffled over next to him, a good head shorter than their handler. They glanced up when he mentioned keeping an eye on things and rolled their eyes briefly. During the action those eyes seemed to glow for a moment.

"Not a problem, but..." Orwell stood on their toes, pressing their mouth to the shell of O'Brien's ear.

They lingered there for just a moment before whispering, "...just don't forget what you promised~"

For his part O'Brien did not seem phased. As Orwell let themselves fall back onto their feet he spared them a look. "I haven't," he told them.

Both of their attention moved to the front of the lobby as the esteemed guests began to filter in. Orwell beamed at Valentine, happily closing the rest of the distance between them as they pulled the jar out from somewhere. "Awww, look at her! She's beautiful!" Orwell cooed, putting their hands on their knees as they bent over to be eye level with the heart. Their gaze traced the ring around the organ a few times. "Here, let me-"

"Orwell," O'Brien said, a hint of chastisement in his voice. The ninth child slowly stopped reaching out to the jar and sighed. They looked over their shoulder at their handler with a pout that they couldn't convincingly keep on their face for long.

"Fine, fine. Perimeter. I'll be back soon." O'Brien watched his charge go, headed for an adjacent hall. He knew that they could technically keep an eye on things from here, but with the rest of their siblings about to arrive it would be a big distraction. Even... people like the miracle children were not infallible, after all.

It was back to watching now. Thankfully it liked watching. Its ethereal gaze catalogued every face reflected in its eyes until the final armored cart pulled up the Rookery's gate.

It wasn't until all of the other 'Numbers' had arrived and the building was locked down to prevent any uninvited guests that Orwell reappeared in the lobby. Once more alone, unattended, Orwell entered from the same hall they'd left from and rejoined O'Brien at the back of the room where they could see everyone and everyone could see them. It really was nice to be able to focus on all of the 'siblings' at the same time, that way no one had to be left out!

They could see Three's subtle shift in posture when he looked at them, and turned from O'Brien to set their actual eyes on the older man, along with a spreading grin. Orwell may not have met any of the other Numbers before, but they knew them. Their ages, code names, miracles, and especially their faces - Orwell had memorized all of them as part of their research long before this gathering was conceptualized. How many knew the other Nine, Orwell wondered. How many different relationships had they inherited?

Or, perhaps, were their reactions meant for this current Nine? It was nice to be recognized, they guessed, especially as it was the older Numbers whose attentions lingered on Orwell. Their smile grew and their eyes twinkled before their eyes -if not their gaze- moved on from Three. They really didn't need to move their head to see everyone, but since it was their first meeting with the rest they figured they could at least do this, as a courtesy. And so they looked over the quiet ones who stood off to one side and waited or brooded or huddled close to their assigned humans. They looked over the more friendly ones who were glad to make the acquaintances of their siblings, and to these Orwell smiled even more brightly.

"Good morning Twelve, Fourteen~" Orwell said, raising an arm to wave at them. What nice kids. While keeping their gaze on the younger girls they greeted the rest, if only to be polite. "And... Three, Eleven, Seven, Thirteen, Eight, and... Five!"

Counting Two there were still a couple missing then. Ah well, in time. As Five approached to greet Two, Orwell's eyes trailed him, bright and curious. At the same time, the cold feeling of being watched that had clung to every handler as they entered had grown uncomfortable. Not quite harsh but not gentle either, almost like if it was possible to be picked apart with a stare it would have already happened to them.

Seekers Beyond - a Multifandom Mystery Adventure!

I'm not entirely set on who I would want to go with, but I mentioned to Truth that at the forefront of my considerations were Ace Attorney's Sholmes or Rain Code's Yuma (and Shinigami).

By the way @TruthHurts, are you thinking the characters would be sort of whisked away into this mess or maybe it would be more fun if they found a thread of mystery leading to it and ended up... wherever they end up because of that? Also are you thinking arcs will take place in like a nebulous world or be media-related arcs? For example a case set in Scooby universe, or in Revachol, or at Hope's Peak, etc?

Seekers Beyond - a Multifandom Mystery Adventure!

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Masks & Magic: The Awakening

Hey.

So, I expressed interest in this a while back, but the character sheet kind of scared me, and I never got around to finishing it.

I do have the character concept. Would anyone mind helping me out?

@Azure Bubbles

What are you having trouble with?

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

@Lyla Still here! Hope you've been doing alright!