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I R L
Age - 18
Place of Origin - Japan
Occupation - High School Student

A V A T A R

Character's Name - Kazuki
Pathos Affiliation - Queon
Role - Healer
Profession - Wandering Minstrel
Weapon of Choice - Book
Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Stoic
Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always.

Driven
He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down.

Observant
Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be.

B E N C H M A R K S

Piano Man
By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise.

Healing Touch
His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action.

Song of the Wind
The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played.

With Hammer in Hand
Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be.
 | Physical Description
Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them.
Character Conceptualization
Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation.

As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name.

Other Information
* Has regularly placed in several national competitions
* Big fan of strawberries
* Toolkit
* Theme
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As Kazuki took the first still somewhat unsteady steps back towards the tavern, Alja overtook him with a few long strides, cutting off his path. She didn't know in exact detail what had been eating him the past few days—she hadn't been there—but from his reaction to Graves' furious words after the ill-fated raid, she could guess. She'd been down in the rat dungeon for long enough that she'd hoped it had scabbed over. Stupid, you should've known that was BS. She'd just been in denial. She'd been upset. She was scared, and so she'd lashed out, been selfish, ignored it. Of course it hadn't scabbed. It had stayed open beneath the surface and gone rancid. And the longer a wound like this festered—the longer the guilt crawled through him—the worse it would become. A flash of recognition as cold and quick as a knife passed through her, and she laid a hand on his thin shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. When she spoke, her voice—like her grip—was gentle but firm. "Kazuki, you need to stop."

She heard something echo in the back of her mind, a half-remembered woman's voice that spoke along with hers, as she grabbed his second shoulder as well. "If you keep on like this, you are going to destroy yourself." Even as she said it, she already knew it wouldn't do a damn thing. She knew full well how futile it was to just...tell someone to stop feeling that crushing weight. It would be easier to dam the ocean.

So instead, keeping her grip, she shoved him out to arm's length, voice still calm and level. "I'm not Seele, so I can't treat you like she would." And all the words in the whole bloody world couldn't do a thing for you right now. "But I also can't stand by and watch your tear yourself apart over what happened, because nothing down there was your fault. So here's what we're gonna do." She let go of his shoulders, crossing her arms. "We're all four gonna walk into the Mystic Prophecy guildhall together, like you damn well deserve. And if Luci—if anybody blames you for a god damn thing when we're in there, you leave it to me."

She gave him a soft smile. "I'm not gonna let you run away from your problems and hide away from the world. You're stronger than that. You're better than that. So c'mon. I'm behind ya all the way."

[Assistant]
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Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand.

Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone.

As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.


[System]
Appearance: Frowning upon you

Age: 15

Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.

Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.

Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.

Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.

Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma

Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.

Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).

Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability:

[User]
& @Ariamis Collab

Elora yelped when Antwon suddenly grunted loudly at him, and put her arms forward as a reflexive measure. It turned out that he didn't even notice her sitting there, which hit a strange note with her; she played with the idea that she was actually talented at staying undetected in her mind, before she discarded it as silly. Elora's lips quivered a bit, almost causing her to smile due to the funny way he acted. A laugh would have been a nice stress relieve at this point, but Elora didn't dare even giggle in his face. She got called a mouse again. She wasn't sure if he was poor-mouthing her at this point or if he genuinely believed she was a rodent; probably the former, Elora thought.

Then she heard a familiar voice; Serah came back, and Elora was happy to see her back to her usual self. "Oh, I'm so sorry Serah," Elora responded. "I didn't know. Please forgive me."

"Mou... It's still meeeaaan." Serah kept up the pouting, putting on a little act of looking away from Elora out of anger. She couldn't keep it up though, bursting into giggling directly afterwards. "I forgive you! But now you've made me hungry..." The cheery sylph of the two got up and rushed over to get her own tray, filling it up and somehow managing to be back to the table at record speed. "So, *chomp* where's everyone else?"

"I'm not sure," Elora meekly answered. A lot has been going, and she's had trouble staying up to date on everything. "Utano's in the bathroom, and Korie, Takeo, Zan and Iskander were still in the hallway outside the briefing room. I don't know about the rest. But it's weird; Sigma should have already been back from the med-bay. I wonder if she had trouble moving Ian there..."

Serah flinched at the mention of the med-bay. "I've been there... They weren't present." Shaking her head, fluffball decided not to worry Elora. "R-Really? Maybe Ian's just, uh... Getting some rest! Yeah, that could definitely be it. And Sigma might just..." Serah paused. She had no idea what to say.

Elora did notice that there was something wrong with what she said; Serah's not the type to ever revert her smile unless it was something serious. She opened her mouth in an attempt to ask her about it, but then closed it. She started thinking about the situation, and how it could get worse if she made Serah sad again. She didn't want that, not right after how she saw her fellow pilots slugging each other in pure hatred. She just wanted to have a moment of peace, and thus kept quiet about the issue. Instead, she wanted to change the subject.

"So, umm, what do you think of the other pilots? I've only managed to talk to a few of them, but Utano's a nice girl, I think."

"Everyone else? Hmmmm..." Serah put her finger to her chin, forming a thinking pose. "Ooh! I like Sigma, she's so cool! I don't know much about Utano... I'll be honest, I actually don't know who she is... Takeo seems nice..." Serah was about to comment on Antwon, but since he's sitting over yonder... Not the best idea.

"Korie seems a bit mean... I don't know about Zan... That white-haired boy hasn't said much, either..." She only had Ian left to mention. But... Not now. "That's about everyone! I hope we're all a giant group of friends after all this~! Oh! I had an idea earlier about getting everyone together to play some cards! What do you think of this idea, Elora?"

Elora nodded in agreement to what Serah said. "Yeah, Sigma is really cool. She's so reliable. Do you mean Iskander? He's scary. He was carrying weapons on him, and Lieutenant Ritsu confiscated them from him." Then Serah mentioned a get-together for cards, and Elora smiled at the idea. "That sounds like fun. I do't know how to play, but I want to learn."

"Oh so THAT's what he's called! Now I know everyone's na-aaaame~!" Serah swung her head to side to side, humming something under her breath. She ignored Elora for a bit until she caught herself dozing off again, jumping back in surprise. "O-Oh! S-Sorry for that... Ehehe... I can teach you! But first I need to get everyone together... And find a good time for it... Mou, why is this so hard?"

The blue-haired bubble of joy puted again, then coincidentally looked down. "M-My food! It'll get cold! Nooo ;~;" Serah quickly grabbed her eating utensils, starting to stuff her face.

"O-Oh!" Elora verbally reacted to Serah. "Okay, umm...mine's getting colder too..." She awkwardly said, and focused on her own food too.

[Assistant]
Tsk...Bnt...

Finally, the eye was done as Cedric finished implanting it into Ian's socket, twirling his Calibrator as he took a step back, staring at handiwork before nodding in satisfaction. "How does it feel? I finished calibrating it just now, and it should working perfectly. You should be able to zoom-in quite a few meters, see in night-vision, and sense heat as well... oh, and heartbeats too."

Looking at the eye, the iris was silver and very human-like, although it contained two pupils instead of one... probably for show?

"I know Lorenzo said no anesthesia... but... since he isn't here and he's out getting my pizza, I've been giving you plenty so you wouldn't feel the pain," murmured Cedric as he looked over Ian. "Although, being awake is probably not healthy for you either. I do need you awake to ask you questions to make sure the parts are working correctly after all."

"We will be getting to your legs in a bit, so, if you got any questions, you might want to ask them now before Lorenzo gets here. Oh, and are you thirsty? Got some water if you need some," muttered the blue haired man as he took a glass of water and began pouring some into Ian's mouth. "It's all you're going to get by the way, so drink up now."

"Oh, and your sister misses you, so do stay strong so you can see her again real soon," murmured Cedric as he twirled his calibrator again, before glaring straight at Ian's face.

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After sending off the Spartans with the rest of the squad, Ritsu continued her way down the hall, only to meet up with Sigma a little while later.

"Ah, there you are Sigma," murmured Ritsu as she looked over the new Squad Leader, noticing that she was now clean and newly dressed. Staring at her a bit, and furrowing her brow, Ritsu folded her arms before walking towards another room. "Come with me, Sigma." Going into a room that was most likely for debriefing but with multiple couches, and a table in the middle- along with a banshee standing in the corner, fully activated and staring at both Ritsu and Sigma as they entered. For a Banshee, one of the military's most powerful A.I. units against the Cruxi to be stationed here is a bit unnerving...

"Ri-Ri! Welcome! Oh, there is a Child following behind you... Is it yours?" murmured the Banshee unit as it as it promptly began to walk towards Sigma and stare at her intently.

"Heavens no, Lauren! Do we look related to you!" roared Ritsu as she glared at the Banshee with a flustered look. "Besides, do I look that old to you!"

"Well, last time I checked you were-"

"Don't answer that!"

"Sorry Ri-Ri! Hm... Shall I prepare some tea for the two of you then?" asked Lauren as it tilted its head.

"That would be perfect... Oh, and what about Lorenzo's cameras? I think Sigma and I here have a lot to talk about," said Ritsu as she turned around and gave Sigma a small smile.

"Not a problem, Ri-Ri. Lorenzo actually is out getting something to eat at the moment... Pizza, I believe? Changing the security logs should be simple!"

"Wonderful! Alright Sigma," Ritsu walked over and took a seat on the couch, before patting the seat next to her,"let's talk. Don't worry about telling me everything either, Lorenzo wont find out."

"I'll go ahead and make the tea and some snacks as well," spoke Lauren the Banshee as they began to make their way towards the connected kitchen, making heaven's know what.

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As everyone was escorted to the lunchroom by the Spartans, they would see that another Spartan was zooming down the hallway chasing... something extremely fluffy, or furry? Although, they weren't attempting to shoot it which was equally odd.

A regular soldier saw what they were chasing and out of fear almost shot what they were chasing, but with quick reflexes the Spartan immediately performed a kick and knocked the soldier to the ground... before continuing to chase the fluff ball over into the kitchen

"Is that a rat?!" shouted one of the chefs as bowls and tables in the back could be heard flipping over.

"N-No you idiot, it isn't a rat it's-!" shouted a female chef as pans started flying while the Spartan darted after the white fluff ball as it booked it out of the kitchen and out into the dining hall, startling everyone... until it finally made its way over towards where Antwon was at, and promptly laid on top of his chest as it fell asleep from exhaustion.

The Spartan walked over, and poked Antwon immediately.

"Cadet, you have a stray white kitten sleeping on you. I request you dispose of it immediately."


[System]
Class: Oracle/Sleeper

Appearance:

Steph is an average looking fifteen-year-old girl, if a bit on the small side. She has short, black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Personality:

Steph is usually quiet and soft-spoken, preferring to silently observe a situation, rather than impetuously rush into the unknown, a trait that should serve her well in her current circumstances. When it comes to her areas of interest (science/technology/learning about the stranger facets of her new world), she can get very intense and focused. She is also quite inquisitive, but she never allows her fascination with something to compromise her sense of caution. She has always loved computers, robotics and technology in general, and is very skilled when it comes to working with it. Naturally, she is very distressed by the current, primitive, state of the world. She is very much a fish out of temporal water, and this has a major impact on how she views the world and interacts with its inhabitants.

History:

The brilliant daughter of two equally brilliant scientists, Stephanie's genius was recognized at an early age, and by the time she turned fifteen, she already had her first doctorate. She routinely assisted her renowned parents with their work, and was well on her way to becoming one of the world's brightest minds. Unfortunately, that world would soon come to a cataclysmic end… As the world of science and progress crumbled around her, Stephanie's parents hastily worked to ensure her survival. She was given a series of highly experimental genetic enhancements, coupled with an equally experimental cybernetic nanotech control system, and placed in a cryonic stasis chamber. Since their facility was located deep underground, and hardened against even the strongest forms of attack, her parents hoped that she would be safe until the world was once again hospitable to human life. Promising Steph that they would join her in stasis shortly, her parents sealed her chamber and hoped for the best.

Abilities:

Enhanced Physical Attributes- Besides her genius-level intellect, Steph has received extensive genetic enhancement, making her stronger, faster, and more resilient than a normal human. Her senses are also much more acute.

Nanite Swarm- In addition, she has access to a small swarm of nanites, which she can control with the use of a cybernetic implant. These nanomachines are limited to performing minor to moderate healing on herself or others (only one person at a time), as well as providing information and manipulating anything made of metal (although in the future, they may be able to expand their capabilities further). The inhabitants of this backwards time will probably consider this to be magic.

Equipment:

Steph was sealed in her cryochamber with nothing other than the pictured outfit.

There was a rather large supply of advanced weapons and survival equipment at the complex in which Steph's cryo chamber is located, but the state of them after the indeterminately long amount of time she has been asleep is anyone's guess…

Steph has also acquired a suit of nanofluidic armor that can disguise itself to match the clothing of anyone nearby.

Steph used her nanites to convert much of her cryostasis chamber into a cryostasis rifle, then a sword, and, currently, a liquid metal backpack.

Steph was given the Earth Sword by Minoc.

RP Notes:

Steph's story is one of coming to terms with her new world and finding her place in it. She is (at least initally) completely alone in what seems to her like a primitive, alien world. At first, she is understandably overwhelmed by her situation, seeing the inhabitants of this new world as little more than backwards savages, but as she begins to learn more, she starts seeing them in a better light, and eventually comes to greatly respect them and the civilization they have built.

While at the start, she might look down on the People of the Realm, she doen't do this out of hatred, but out of a mixture of pity and dissapointment. She hates the fact that the world is so primitive, and wants to do her part to restore at least some of the technology of her original time. Despite this unintentional air of suprioirity, Steph is still a kind person at heart, and one who is always willing to help others.

[User] He sighs, and glances at the crystal necklace around her neck. It glimmers softly in the light. He smiles, and kisses her head gently. "We'll figure it out baby girl. Have you tried those meditation cards I got you?" He gently hands her a engraved plate with some simple steps to guided meditation. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out someday. How was your day today?" He smiles, gently brushing her hair.

[Assistant]
Dragon

 Ruby set aside her food and ran her hands over the indented cards, scanning their contents with her fingers, they involved breathing exercises and sitting in silence, which was something she was good at anyways. "I'll be honest Dadda I haven't looked at these since you brought them," he started to brush her hair, "there are some disruptions the mecha has reported from the Sat-lites," she stumbled over the word, "Jub Jub is attacking some village of Tinkers in the mountains, and Bandersnatch is heading towards Castle of Solace. I don't think Bander is going to have much luck though, he's only one lieutenant against a huge castle with knights and soldiers and who knows what else."

 Ruby picked up her food again and took another bite, "I don't understand what your boss wants you guys to do," she spoke with a mouthful of food, "I mean..*chew*.. what good is randomly destroying things?"

[User]
Sarah

The further she goes down the caverns, the more Sarah finds it harder to breathe. The shadows, which only just flickered and shifted, now seem to form malevolent faces, gaining demonic forms and always seeming to reach out for her, clutching with long, spindly claws. She would startle, only to stop and realize Pip was looking at her funny, as though wondering if she's alright. She realizes that Pip isn't affected by the miasma, meaning she could at least trust his senses if not her own.

She coughs into the crook of her arm as the bitter, pungent miasma fills her nose and mouth, her eyes watering. She's certain this miasma is the source of these hallucinations; get rid of it, and she'll be able to trust her senses again - for that matter, she'll just settle for being able to breathe clean air again!

Pausing for breath, she notes the spiderling claw resting in one hand. She realizes that the claw is much smaller than she thought it was, and the things that had harried her earlier were much smaller than she imagined. It must be the miasma's work too. The sooner she's done here, the better. Fortunately, the deeper she goes, the closer she can sense the sword. It's as though this particular sense, this feeling, is uncorrupted by whatever hallucinations inflicted upon her, allowing her to at least navigate the tight, winding corridors with some reliability. The sooner she finds that sword, the sooner she can begin to understand her past, and the thought drives her onwards, battling her thick, palpable terror.

Pip, for his part, is worried about the path they're taking. The miasma is thicker here, and it's hurting his nose and eyes, causing him to whimper in protest. He could still smell the fear on New Master, even as she continues to walk forwards. The paths here are new and uncertain to him, and he can smell the spider-things more and more; this is their territory. And yet, New Master seems persistent in the path they're taking.

Then he smells something... close. More Spider-things. He stops and growls threateningly, and New Master takes a few moments to realize the threat too.

"W-what is it, Pip...?" Sarah asks anxiously, only too aware that her skin is clammy with sweat and she's breaking out in goosebumps. "Is... is it more of those things...?"

She hears something skitter closeby, and prays it's only another hallucination. However, the sound comes closer, and she she grips her makeshift weapon, she realizes the sound is undeniably real. Before she realizes it, there's another patrol of spiderlings here, one bigger than the previous one.

It takes a considerable effort of will to not bolt; there's more of them this time, and she's still suffering from shakes and nausea. However, she reminds herself that these things, while still dangerous, aren't as big as she thought, and that this time, she's armed. If they want to kill her, she'll put up a better fight this time. And she knows she can at least heal Pip if he gets hurt...

The spiderlings emerge from the winding tunnel, not sure what to expect, but ready to fight. They see a human girl and a strange, furred creature, the human girl holding what seems to be a claw from one of their brothers. They collectively hiss in anger, the combined hissing echoing in the caves menacingly. Apparently, those two managed to overcome the previous patrol, and for some reason this particular human is immune to the miasma. They skitter forwards quickly, intending to put these foes down quickly.

Pip strikes first, the crest on his back lighting up again before filling the cave with a bright light, striking one of the spiderlings in front with a powerful bolt of lightning. The sudden blast and the surprised screeching of their ally surprises the spiderlings, causing them to panic and try to split up, backing away from another possible attack.

Sarah, finding her chance, swings with the claw, only to realize she attacked a hallucination. In retaliation, the closest spiderling cuts her arm with an opportunistic strike, wounding her. Despite the pain, she doesn't let go of the claw. She tries to kick in revenge, but misses as she stumbles, barely managing to keep her balance. The spiderlings try to capitalize on her weakness, trying to swarm the duo with superior numbers. They swing their razor-sharp claws, slashing and stabbing, but Pip dodges deftly using his surprisingly strong legs to dodge and weave their strikes. He'd felt their sting once, he's in no hurry to get hit again. Sarah dodges a swipe by stepping back out of harm's way, but knows that they need to end this quickly. She sidesteps another attack, then sends one flying with a swift kick, smacking it against the cave walls.

Pip avoids another slash, and finds an opening as the spiderling had overcommitted, leaving its flank open. He lunges forwards, snarling, before clamping on the thing's throat with sharp teeth. The spiderling panics and tries to throw him off, managing to inflict a slash while one of its brothers assisted by managing to stab Pip in the flank. Pip yips in pain but doesn't let go, not dropping the spiderling until it flops lifelessly to the ground. It whirls with a snarl and a snap at the spiderling that wounded it. Its brother moves to flank, forcing Pip to hobble around to avoid getting attacked from two sides at once.

Sarah, meanwhile tries to cut down the last spiderling still standing, but it uses its smaller stature and great agility to dodge attacks. However, it miscalculates and finds itself cornered right in the path of a frenzied swing, and blocks by raising its claws to block. It manages, but Sarah's greater strength shakes it, and it would have gotten stabbed had not its dazed comrade recovered, and moved forwards to jump onto Sarah's back. It starts clawing and slashing, causing Sarah to cry out in pain and reach for the thing. Unable to reach the blind spot on her back, she resorts to slamming herself, back-first, into the nearby wall several times. The spiderling ultimately lets go after one too many hits, allowing Sarah to crush it under her boot. Its enraged brother jumps at her leg and stabs her in the calf, causing her to grunt in pain and drop to one knee, but she manages to bring the claw down sharply, impaling it in the back and twisting the blade to ensure it stays down this time. She clutches her wounded leg in pain.

Pip snarls and barks at the surviving spiderlings, trying to keep them back while he charges another lightning attack. The spiderlings sense it too, and try to at least finish this furry threat before the human recovers from her injuries enough to help. One of them skitters sideways, claws raised, but it's a feint to draw Pip's attention while its partner attacks Pip's exposed and injured flank. However, it barely manages to get close before Sarah's boot comes down, crushing it with brutal intent. Sarah had managed to heal herself so she could move sufficiently to help Pip. Surprised by this turn of events, the surviving Spiderling turns and tries to run away, but Pip catches with a strong jolt of lightning, frying it and putting it down for good.

For a moment, the noise in the hall quiets down, as Sarah pants heavily trying to recover her breath and the spiderling's scorched corpse sizzles audibly. Pip limps over to the corpses, sniffs them to make sure, then barks at them tauntingly, as though to gloat about winning. Limping, Pip turns to Sarah, panting happily as he's glad to see she's alright. Sarah returns his grin by kneeling down, petting him gently, and healing his wounds.

"There," she says. "Let's hurry, we're almost at the sword now. Let's find it and get out already."

She stumbles along, trying to heal her wounds, Pip walking along, lighting the way. This time, Sarah's stumble is a bit rushed; even as dizzy as she is from the fight and the miasma, she can feel the sword close. If she finds it, maybe she'll have an easier time in here.

[Assistant] He smiles. "It's not random. It's all planned out. We're just looking for information, and they threaten us when we don't ask nicely. So we defend ourselves, that's all." He sighs. "Do you know why I have to hide you away? Why you can't leave the cave without me? The world is a dangerous place now. Monsters are everywhere. It's the only way to protect you."


[System]
'I'm definitely not used to this kind of crap, but heck, I'm sure gonna give it my all. I sure could use another companion, though. The current one is kinda cheeky.'
Age: 24

Supposedly, a hero from another world, even though he doesn't feel 'hero-like' at all. He was sent into a quest with the princess Rena Falkren from the kingdom of Eskar with some armor, a sword and a bag full of coins on him. Supposedly, they have to slay the demon king 'Lucifer'. (I know, my naming sense is bad and kinda lazy xD)

[User]
Rena woke up, and not in graceful way, mainly by choking on her own saliva as people sometimes do when sleeping. She coughed heavily trying to discharge the unwelcome substance trapped in her throat, in her fit a bundle of pages was thrown off of the desk... that day didn't start all that great. While muttering to herself, something about gag reflexes or whatnot, she had to take perhaps five minutes to finally reorganize the local workspace. When done Rena found Noboyuki to be missing from his bed, knowing better this time she just assumed him to be in the bath, just to be safe, hate to have a repeat of yesterday.

Breakfast sounded good to the rudely awaken princess, rather than asking for food to be brought up she opted to eat in the main hall, maybe have a chance to listen to gossip, and more importantly to take the chance to properly thank the owner, as well as figure out how they're going to arrange for more days because clearly they will not be leaving for a while. Rena tossed her rather dirty fancy dress on her own bed, after their previous adventures it was quite covered in dirt, instead she wore spare clothing, a rather plain white cotton dress but really comfortable.

Down in the hall, Rena right away found the owner to thank him for all the help he had provided, thing is after bringing up that they'll have to stay for much longer than expected, the owner simply swiped the idea aside knowing full well that Noboyuki could not travel, especially when he was wounded while in service to the hamlet from hunting that cursed god. At the most he'll be able to afford to feed and house them for a month, after that there wouldn't be much else unless he wanted to go bankrupt, still Rena was thankful for his compassion. She sat at a table with a small breakfast of oatmeal, fresh cheese, and a tankard of diluted ale, so far the news going around was nothing of note, just talks about weather really after last night however, Rena didn't mind the peace, not at all.

[Assistant]
After a relaxing bath, Noboyuki came out and thanked the owner, and also the heavens for having such a convenient thing in there, and that it was just like those of Japan was also a huge advantage for him. It made him feel at home, one way or the other. After getting dressed up and everything else, he went back to the dining hall. He hoped to find Rena there, but if he didn't, well, he'd just have breakfast without her. Noboyuki, though, was just dressed with a shirt and a pair of pants, without the usual jacket he wore on him. It just seemed a bit too stuffy now to wear and made him feel uncomfortable.

After arriving to the dining hall, he spotted Rena rather quickly, even though she wasn't wearing her usual fancy dress. Well, it wasn't a surprise, probably it got ragged and dirty yesterday during their escape. He decided to not even comment about it and just sit in front of her, to take his own breakfast. He had already asked someone to bring his food there, so they brought it little after he sat down. He started on eating it slowly, it was the same meal Rena was eating too, so he decided to take it a bit slowly. After a while of being in silence, Noboyuki finally let out a sigh and looked at Rena.

"Good morning. Sleep well? I hope I didn't do anything in my sleep to wake you up." Of course, he was uncertain of whether or not he had sleep talked, screamed or groaned in pain last night. His dreams were fairly normal as well, so he didn't think he had any kind of reason to start screaming during the night, but one never knew. "Also, your power is a life saver. I'm guessing I would be screaming with pain if it weren't for your incredible holy shield thingy." He wasn't sure of whether or not it really had the power to do that, but he just assumed.

[User]
More news here and there, again nothing too special fairly mundane overall. Interesting part is even if Joungha had made a very recent appearance, as in the night before, no one seemed to even acknowledge the being's presence. She was were, the creature was anything but subtle, the villages back in the hamlet should've heard his roars, Rena knew she did at the very least. There wasn't much to go on so she decided to forget the thought, perhaps there was an unspoken rule about never mentioning the god. She leaned back in the solid oak chair, nothing gained from a little eavesdropping it seemed.

Suddenly there be Noboyuki, right out of the blue without warning or a greeting first before he sat down. Heartbeats later, a server brought him breakfast, funny thing was the meal was the exact same as her own, must've been the standard fare that morning. Rena was conflicted about how she should act, for the majority of their journey she had of course remained standoffish to the hero, as she wanted of course, but last night she broke that mean streak, the worse part is she wasn't too sure how much of the night Noboyuki actually remembered through the drunkenness and pain. For the second time that day she almost choked on something liquid, while taking a drink of ale, the hero talked and for some reason this threw her off big time.

As luck had it she managed to resist going into another coughing fit by sheer willpower Rena fought against the urge to hack and wheeze in order to deal with the misplaced ale. She did listen intently to what Noboyuki had to say, maybe looking a bit more interested than she had in the past, her companion seemed to be fairing well all together yet that didn't fool her into believing him to be alright, there was still the issue of his injured foot. He did mention how he thought that her holy shield was helping to deal with the pain, although the shield was only deigned for its one specific purpose and shouldn't do any more than that, but still anything could be possible in the realm of the divine.

"I slept well, maybe a bit restless considering I didn't find a proper bed in time, but well enough nonetheless." Rena looked off to the side as if thinking, which she was, "Interesting you bring up the shield as such, its power is not meant to treat pain as you know, but I suppose that anything could be possible, perhaps a side effect? Speaking about your pain... uh, how is your foot? I hope I managed to treat it correctly, medicine is not something I studied much... I possibly fear that I did something wrong."

[Assistant]
When she started coughing and suffocating on whatever she was eating, Noboyuki couldn't help but feel a bit worried. He'd had stood up to check on her, but given how his foot was, it wasn't something he wanted to do right now. Yes, the pain may be gone, but one never knew. The thing was a bit too exposed for it to be safe to be moving aorund without a worry in the world. He thought it'd be better for him not to stand up, Rena wouldn't kick the bucket just because of that. "H-Hey, don't go choking on me right now. We are still only halfway to wherever that guy is, ya know?" After she finally stopped coughing, Noboyuki let out a relieved sigh. "Oi, oi, the one that was about to be a goner is me, not you. Don't start choking over nothing, will you? You surprised even me." He said.

Well, after that, Noboyuki felt relieved that he didn't wake up Rena at all, but when she let the bomb drop on him, Noboyuki almost felt like spitting out the juice he was drinking. He held off that urge and gulped it down with a lot of effort and even if a bit of exaggeration. "WHAT. THE. HELL! You don't try and fix up some guy when you know next to nothing about medicine!" While he was a bit mad, he was still grateful. As far as he knew, his foot was better, but that might as well be an effect of the girl's holy shield.

"Ya know, let's just... let's just leave that aside for now. My foot is fine enough for me to walk, at the very least. See, let's go away from that. What would you like to do today?I've got an idea, if you don't mind hearing it. Do you know what a date is?" Nobyuki said, with a happy expression on his face.

[User]
Well wasn't that a least bit rude to say, going about as if she was some clueless girl without a sliver an idea how to wrap simple cloth around someone's foot... did she say that? Rena was obviously somewhat concerned for how Noboyuki healed over the night, and it was very possible that she could've tripped up somewhere when managing his wounds, as she was inexperienced in medical practices, not a complete idiot in any way. Rena glared at Noboyuki as she silently fumed over her thoughts, probably wouldn've have been best to say anything, despite how she wanted to verbally tear into the loose lipped hero, and that time those were her true feelings, none of that aloof act she had been maintaining.

Then at the mention of a "date" her scowl turned into a look of confusion, not that she didn't know what a date was, Eskar was a civilized kingdom after all so the concept of courting someone wasn't usual and even expected, at least among the nobility. Now the question was why did Noboyuki want to date her? Was he joking? Rena thought she knew the man well enough to at least get a feeling about his true intentions, and well he looked earnest, strange as it might be. For a brief moment Rena almost panicked at the idea of him being romantically interested in her, which was the absolute opposite of what she desired, still before her shock could really show she decided it might be best to query a bit further, Noboyuki's definition of a date could be vastly different from her own, with his being from another world of course.

"I... know what a date is yes. Its quite common for a man to court a woman as such in Eskar, I'll say that much, also I'm assuming a 'date' is the same from both our worlds... so." Rena stared into Noboyuki's eyes with conviction, "What is your reasoning behind asking for a date, hmm?"

[Assistant]
Noboyuki should have expected this. It seems Rena took it as him wanting to get closer to her, in a romantic way. Well, it was funny in its own way. Noboyuki let out a snicker at the sight of her, being a little flustered, even if it was over her usual demeanor. Noboyuki supported his head on his hand with a confident smile on. He seemed to be mocking her, in one way, but he was actually just interested in her vision of a date. "Coutship, huh? Back where I come from, it isn't uncommon for a man and a woman to go on one with those intentions. Though, you can also have one just as friends." Noboyuki explained, while moving his finger with his other hand. "In other words, miss princess, I just want to relax for a bit. It'd be nice to get acquainted with the town too."

Noboyuki suddenly lost all of his spunk and looked a bit sadder. "After all, we are stuck in here for a while." Noboyuki felt ashamed of himself. He was supposedly the hero of legends and he was done in by a forgotten God. How pathetic was that? Jonghua or not, Noboyuki made it one of his goals to finish the thing once he was able. It was more of a grudge rather than actual worry for the village, though.

He shook his head, before looking at Rena once again with his spunk restored and his confident smile again in his face. "Besides, wouldn't it be good for you too to get acquainted with people over here? Ya know, representing your father and whatnot? Loyal subordinates come from a friendly relationship with them, I hear."

[User]
What he said did take sense, at least his last statement having a good personal relationship with common folk was never a bad proposition. Problem was it was hardly pragmatic, no human ruler could ever effectively do such a thing, the feudal system was in a place for a reason, a commoner reports to the mayor or elder, who reports the to local lord, who reports to the local duke, and so forth. Really a king was only expected to deal with twenty some odd direct vassals. Noboyuki probably didn't understand this system, again remembering he's not of her world, Rena decided that saying anything wasn't worth the effort. Plus after some consideration it was decided that she was overthinking the topic.

Rena sat in silence only staring down Noboyuki, in all consideration she couldn't figure out why he wanted to go on this date. Now she had to admit there wasn't really a problem if it was only out of friendship, and certainly Noboyuki was considered to be a friend. In the end Rena conjectured that maybe something like his version of a date wouldn't be all that bad.

"I suppose I see what you mean... maybe spending some time exploring this hamlet would not be a waste." In one movement Rena stood from her spot, determined to take part in this foreigner's brand of dating. "I hope your foot wouldn't be a problem if we walk about, right?" Now she couldn't help but not to look concerned, after all Noboyuki had only a night to heal, still the man should know his own limits.

[Assistant]
Noboyuki smiled, a bit arrogantly, if anything else, when Rena agreed to go on a date with her. If he ever went back to his world, he would be able to brag about this to his friends, if he ever went back, that is. After all, it isn't everyday that you get a date with a princess of a great kingdom like that. Well, should they get on with it? He had just finished his breakfast too.

Noboyuki stood up as well, not before cleaning his mouth carefully with the handkerchief he kept inside his breast pocket. It was only bits and crumbs of bread, so it wouldn't get so dirty, otherwise, he wouldn't use it so lightly. It was one of his favorite things, after all. Made him seem classy. "Then, shall we get going?" Noboyuki simply said, while looking at the girl with a big smile.

And then, she seemed to get worried about his foot. Well, it had hurt at first, but it was nothing right now. "Now, don't look so down like that. It makes me feel bad for my foot again. Anyhow, don't worry. Your shield is keeping anything bad at bay, I'm sure of it." Noboyuki said, before making his way towards the exit of the restaurant, before turning his head around at the girl with a smile. "You aren't going to just stand there and wait, right? Let's go. We'll worry about things once they happen, so let's just enjoy ourselves for now."


[System]
Character Information
Alias
Ivory Wings
Age
22
Race
Pterodactyl
Gender
Male
Occupation
Monk-in-training/Construction worker
Height
5'11''
Weight
260 lbs
Hair Color
None
Eye Color
Bright scarlet with a bit of hazel around the edge of his iris
Visual Appearance
 Hiko has the appearance of your average pterodactyl with a few major exceptions. For one, he's albino, his skin is a very light grey that borders on being white with an amber colored underbelly. Secondly, he's much smaller than your average pterodactyl, closer in size to an average human. But he does maintain the stout and bulky build that is common with his race. His tail is about three and half feet long. He has a wingspan of roughly seven feet.
Written Appearance
Hiko wears his temples traditional lavender robes with a golden sash around his waist. His hands and feet are wrapped in a white bandage.
Personality
Hiko's demeanor is like that of most other monks from his temple. He has been training his mind for years to keep calm and collected as much as possible. He tries his best to stay humble and kind under all circumstances. However he is still a relative novice and his beastly instincts can sometimes cause him to lose his temper. He is also beholden to a competitive nature and a desire for strength and power to prove himself as a warrior. But it should be stressed that for the most part he keeps a calm demeanor and tries to be nice and helpful to everybody he meets.
Background
One day many years ago Kenmeina Menta, a monk from the Tsubasa Temple, had gone off to the mountains to meditate for a few weeks as part of his training. Kenmeina had barely been meditating for an hour before his concentration had been broken by the sound of a babies terrified wail. He immediately ran off into the forest where he heard the tortured crying coming from. When he arrived at the source of the noise he found an infant pterodactyl that was surrounded by a pack of about a dozen saber tooth tigers ready to eat it the poor child alive. On instinct Kenmeina intervened and began to fight off the tigers.

Kenmeina fought bravely against the tigers for hours, killing several in the process. He however had sustained severe injuries, including losing his left eye and his right arm being irreparably shattered. Eventually the few remaining tigers decided to retreat, leaving Kenmeina with the pterodactyl child.

He slumped down to the ground, tired and broken. He almost fell unconscious before the infant's cries snapped him alert. Kameina crawled his way over to the baby's side and finally got his first good look at the child. He was the smallest pterodactyl Kameina had ever seen, even for a newborn. Not only that but his skin was oddly colored, white all around his except for a bright red belly.

Just by looking at this boy Kameina could tell he was special. He also knew that the boy would die if left alone out here in the forest. With a new paternal energy Kameina picked the child up and used his tattered sash as a bundle for him. The baby had finally ceased crying and was now staring intently at Kameina. He gave a weary smile to the child and and the child gave him a large fang-filled grin back. Amused, Kameina looked the pint-sized pterodactyl in the eyes and said, "I think I'll call you Hiko, Hiko Kyoryu". The newly dubbed Hiko let out a happy squeal that quickly turned into a yawn before falling asleep. Kameina strapped Hiko around his back and walked back towards the Tsubasa Temple.

The years went by and Kameina raised Hiko as a monk at the Tsubasa Temple. Even when Kameina became the head of the temple he still found time for Hiko's training as a disciplined and skilled warrior. Hiko took to martial arts well. His physique made him naturally stronger than his peers, even if he never quite reached the normal size of a pterodactyl. Even more, his tail and wings also gave him an upper hand in combat and Kameina pushed him to use them effectively while fighting.

Over the years he finally developed into one of Tsubasa Temples finest fighters and gained an amiable reputation for helping out around the temple, being an excellent mentor to the children, and defending the temple from bandits. Kameina had spent a few years looking for Hiko's family but eventually abandoned the quest. Besides, Hiko was perfectly fine living at the temple and enjoyed his family. Even if they were largely different from him appearance wise, they were all still the only family he ever knew.

One day, when Hiko was twenty, Kameina told him that it was time for his Kuesuto, an important part of his training to become a full-fledged Tsubasan monk. This would require him to go out into the world and travel around, learning important life lessons. The goal was not to return until you felt ready to answer one simple question, "What is the purpose of life"? To Hiko it seemed like an overly simple and yet vague question. One he thought would be easy for him to figure out an answer for.

But two years have already passed since he left his temple and he is no closer to figuring out an answer. Kameina told him that when he had the right answer he'd know, and he had full faith that Hiko would figure it out. Hiko took up a job doing construction in the city and made a living there for a few months before one day learning of the Tenkaichi Budokai tournament. Hiko had long missed the thrill of battle and hadn't been able to really test himself in battle outside of the temple. Plus, he figured this would be a great experience for him that might bring him closer to attaining the wisdom he needed to return to Tsubasa Temple. So he signed up for the Tenkaichi Budokai and started training arduously for what was sure to be a fierce competition.
Weapon & Techniques
Weapon
He carries a standard brown martial arts staff from his temple. It is approximately five feet long and weighs a little over twenty pounds.
Power Level
910
Ki Color
White
Techniques
Hariken: Hiko channels ki through his wings before flapping them vigorously. The result is a powerful ki-charged gust that sends his opponent flying backwards.

Aibore no Tsume: Hiko channels ki into either his claws or teeth, making them powerful enough to tear through even hard metals.

Akainami: Hiko builds up a large amount of ki in the pit of his stomach that he then fires out of his mouth in a powerful beam. This attack uses up a lot of energy and is usually saved as his trump card.

[User]
Character Name
Race: Human
Time/Day Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Room
Tagging: @The Abyss

A mere monkey tail from a non-elite spacer, was not nearly enough force to do any damage whatsoever to Sheeban. She trained under true elites, professional fighters who devoted their craft to making the craft entertaining. And as such, even with this pitiful performer she felt it was best to oblige. After all, this was the lessons her dojo taught. While the impact from the tail was not near enough to cause such an impact, Sheeban lunged back of her own will and took a bump on the ground below.

It was a loud thud, but it was still a simple back-bump. As she was down, Sheeban did a series of standard side rolls as she reached one of her containers of mascara. Due to the fact she had made such an exaggerated moment, it would be key to make the people out there believe that this fighter managed to do the blow, even though they did not. With both of her hands Sheeban began applying large amounts of mascara around her eye to give it the impression that it was bruising. Of course as she was doing this she was rolling around yelping out in entertaining yelps of pain and rolling around to distract from the actual application. After all sleight of hand was necessary in these sorts of things.

Once she applied the make-up on, Sheeban slowly began to get up. It was a matter of appearance, she dramatically pointed up towards the spacer as she was taking in over-heaving breaths. Was it a perhaps much? Probably, but some of the most entertaining aspects of the world of fight were built on great illusions.

"H-HEY!" Sheeban dramatically shouted up towards the monkey as she began flourishing with her left hand. It was going around and around in a circular motion before being cupped against her ears. "Didn't hear no bell. CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER!" Sheeban eagerly declared as she thrust her right arm outstretched right, with her left arm in a fist down near her stomach.

"Being big isn't about taking cheap shots! It's about setting an example to the small! It's an example I set in day in and day out - and I don't ever plan on quitting! Some might not like the message, yeah, I'm the Dungeon's Princess! But I ain't no cheap-shot, small-talkin' jackaboot thug! I DELIVER THE BIG MESSAGE, THE BIG PICTURE! THE FIGHT I FIGHT IS A NEVER-ENDING QUEST TO EMBOLDEN AND EMBIGGEN THOSE THAT NEED TO THRIVE!" She raised both of her hands up and began doing a set of poses, "Cause the world is a large place, full of those big and small. And people need a big message, a big thing to get behind. I don't want people to think tiny, I want them to think big! I want them to go large and in charge without any concerns of small-thinking; that's what prey does. And lemme tell you, the predators who are behind with a big message and dream will always triumph those who think too small!"

[Assistant]
Paw-Paw Kenji
Tournament Announcer and Current World Champion
Location: Tournament Arena Announcer's Table
Tag: @Lauder@Slingshot@Double@The Abyss@Weird Tales

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Trumpets blared into the air, announcing the beginning of the World Martial Arts tournament. At the center of the arena, a file of colorful kimono-wearing performers marched onto the tournament floor, waving giant feathered fans of various colors. They marched into a circle and faced the crowds as they continued to dance. Many of the performers were famous models. Being escorted onto the stage was a young girl whose theme was blue. She had blue long flowing pony tails, a blue skirt that stopped short about her thighs, and doll baby shoes. The fan boys and girls—to include pervs—were going wild, screaming her name before she reached the center of the stage.

AYUMI~!

I LOVE YOU AYUMI!

The girl smiled brightly at her fans, giving them an exuberant wave. As soon as she reached the center of the stage, her escort presented her with a microphone.

"Everyone! HELLO~!" she happily greeted.

The crowd practically exploded in response. Painted poster boards with hearts all over waved about in the stands.

"Are you ready to fight?" she asked with a musical giggle.

The crowd roared again in excitement and Ayumi started to sing:

While the crowd was being entertained by famous Central Capital singer Ayumi, Paw-Paw Kenji was gnawing and drooling over his announcer microphone until one of the staff members walked over and quietly whispered, "Uh…Master Kenji. It's your turn to open the tournament."

Paw-Paw blinked his big, brown bulging eyes and released the microphone as he sat back in his boosted chair. A strand of drool extended from the mic to his mouth as he blinked one eye and then the other. The staffer stared blankly until suddenly, Paw-Paw abruptly exclaimed: "WELCOME!"

The staffer jumped in startle and flailed his arms as he fell off the stage.

"Welcome to the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament! Ruff! Ruff-ruff-r-r-ruff! Arf!" Paw-Paw shouted. "Opening today's tournament ceremony is Shizuma Ayumi herself! While she enraptures everyone, we will go ahead and toss onto the jumbotron our first preliminary match ups! THAT'S RIGHT! If you didn't sign up, registration is now closed! Ruff-ruff-ARF!"

"There's a long day ahead of us folks, but as long as the beer is flowing and the concessions hot, we'll make it. Ruff! I can't wait to see who will come out on top and try to take my title!"


[System]
Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, strong, hobgoblin. Has pitch black eyes, and stone gray skin. Visibly restless when unoccupied.

Personality: Very intuitive/Curious; Likes to learn how things work, has a passion for creating things, CANNOT STAND BEING IDLE. Will toy, tinker, and experiment to learn all he can about any given object. Also very adventurous; likes to explore. Typically compassionate and friendly; despises pointless cruelty.

Past Life History: Was once a very skilled engineer, his innate need for knowledge fueling his endless innovation. Met his untimely demise when the energy output of his new engine design was too much for the materials it was made of during a test; the resulting explosion leveled a 3-block radius.

Skill: Master Engineer: Can design/build/create items/machines/contraptions twice as fast, with less materials, and have them be much more durable than they would normally be.

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN
EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

[User]
Goblin Gredy: In Argo's cave

A sigh escaped Gredy as he reached up to rub the back of his neck, taking a moment to collect himself before telling his brief tale. "Well to start with, my name is Gredy." he began, seemingly more confident with himself now that it was clear that he wasn't going to be killed on sight or any other horrible things happen... at least not in the foreseeable future. "I had joined a hunting party being led by our tribe's self named 'tracking expert' Zog to hunt down what he claimed was a fox of some kind."

An annoyed look quickly appeared on his face as anger slowly leaked into his voice. "Zog was an idiot. The 'fox' he was having us track-" his fingers had been brought up to make quotation marks "- turned out to be a wolf. Which is not only bigger and more dangerous than a fox would have been, but he lead us right into its home... and introduced us to the rest of the family. In the mad dash to outrun Zog, I ended up scaling a tall tree after I got separated from everyone else in the bushes... and by the time it was safe to come back down, I had no idea where I was or how to get back to where my tribe lived..."

[Assistant]
Hobgoblin Luz

Luz could help but look a bit uncomfortable for a second as she held her arm for a second, however, she didn't want to show her leader any weakness so she tried to look at him and give him a smile. "Well...that seems...rough to be honest but if it's your goal when i stand by you." She told him calmly folding her arm in front of her. When Gird warned her about the danger of being monster of such growth and Divine blessing Luz simply nodded to him. "Well, in that case, i feel sorry for whatever fool try to paint a target on us. I'll come with you." She told him planning on following her word.

As Luz followed Gird took it upon himself to test his new body, and from the look of things, Gird was telling the truth for as he ran forward Luz tried to follow suit only to fall behind him. For some reason, she felt that Gird shouldn't be able to move like that his state and yet...Evolution sure is a mysteries thing. As Gird came back Luz made both of her hands into fists and took the stance boxer. "Let test those new abilities of yours." She told him before running forward towards him and begin throwing punches at Gird targetting his face, cheeks, and chest; unfortunately, forgetting to hold back as she attacked him.

[User]
Ghoul Gird  Adventure! > Just some harmless training /// Day 6 // Morning

Luz seemed to be distant for a moment, she seemed like she didn't quite understand what had happened to him or how it made him better. Her worry was apparent even if she tried to hide it. "I will not make you follow this path I have chosen. However, do not misunderstand my reasoning for this. I'm doing this for you, I'm doing this for them." Glancing off toward the stone church and then back to her, "I'm doing what I can to be stronger, to be better, to be more powerful. All of this, all of my choices and motives are all focused on protecting all of us from whatever may stand against us. That is something that I can promise you."

He didn't have much more time to do anything before the female put her fists up in a ready position, saying something about testing his new skills. She lunged at him swinging wildly at him. Honestly it briefly caught him off guard. His new skill [Deathly Movements] kept him protected. Somehow he knew or felt her movements and where they were coming from, this in turn allowed him to dodge some of the attacks she threw at him while most seemed to graze him. Only a few hit their mark.

Activating [Stone Skin] the ghoul attempted to hold his ground. Using what he knew about blocking with his unarmed fighting with the combination of [Stone Skin] and [Deathly Movements] to try and see if he couldn't improve his skills while she could do the same. A brief training session was always a good way to start off a morning hunt.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Old Goblin Healer Skull named Gobta,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Argos listened to the new goblins tale which he now knows is named greedy. It sounded like whoever he was following was a moron. He then sighed and said "well unless they were smart which I'm honestly doubting then they are probably dead by now. Wolves are no easy prey and they become practically unstoppable to us gonlins in a pack. I'm not trying to be mean I'm just preparing you for the worst. Though if you going to stay then you are going to pull your own weight" he said simply. It wouldn't be so bad for him to have a partner at least for when the trolls end up getting them whatever food they ask for. Hunting alone was a pain and way to dangerous alone and he could acknowledge that much.

@ReusableSword

The goblins were duking it out together as they sparred gird could feel his mind altering as he moved with more precision. He would soon found out that he had combined his stone skin with his deathly movements and was able to create a new fighting stance. He had just create Stone Wind Stance this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him. He would now be tougher to beat in an unarmed fight.

"you as well little hob" he responded to the goblin saying that may the goddess protect him. He then went back to his spot and got cozy as the animals came around him once more once the goblin had left. As the hobgoblin ran off to find food he would soon hear the familiar growling of a wolf nearby. It turned out that a single wolf had gone hutning and had killed a horned rabbit. It was currently busy eating said rabbit and didn't notice the hobgoblin nearby...

The goblin would soon see the rabbit looking up as if sensing something but if the gonlins stayed still then it simply went back to getting more berries. Clearly he had to keep his bloodlust in check or the rabbit would make a run for it. The goblin would soon notice that their weren't any trees nearby for him to climb so he would have to take his chance on a ground attack and hope for the best. The rabbit kept eating berries and kept working on getting some for it's den.


[System]
Name Meaning - Frozen Rain

Species - Human

Gender - Female

Birthdate - March 4th, 1822

Age - 193 years

Nationality - Japanese

Height - 5'5''

Weight - 116 lbs

Dexterity - Left-handed

Occupation - Drifter

Accouterment - Katana

Weapon Name - Juudai-na-Shi; Fateful Death

Training - None

History

Hisame enjoyed a rather pleasant upbringing with her brother and parents; her father a respected samurai and her mother a simple woman who practiced the arts of cooking, sewing, floral decoration and music. While close to her brother, most of his time was spent learning swordsmanship behest their father. Although she had a fascination with the sword, insomuch to privately mimic the motions she saw while her brother practiced, the interest was always fleeting. After being scolded by her father, she gave it up completely. Instead she practiced the skills gleaned from her mother.

She became renown in her village and the surrounding towns for her beautiful floral arrangements and skill with the koto and flute, even asked to join a traveling company as a musician; her heart remained at home, and she remained there as a respected and helpful member of the village. Her attention remained fixed to her family and their honor, as well as refinement of creative skills.

This changed when her brother died of illness; in his angered agony over loss of his only heir, Hisame's father turned to drinking as an outlet, shutting out his family from his thoughts and feelings. One night, amid heavy drinking, an altercation with a stranger resulted in a duel; the duel resulted in his death. Hisame's uncle was left to fill the void in her life, but their father's shame remained a stain upon their names in the behind-the-back talk of locals.

The next turn happened when she met a man while selling flowers. A kind, affectionate and gentle soul, the two become close; the next spring, he asked her to marry and she instantly accepted. But the newlyweds met ill fortune when their village is ransacked by marauders. Hisame's uncle and husband are killed before her eyes, along with most of the other men and all the woman that resisted.

As for Hisame and her mother, they are passed along the bandits for several days, raped as deemed fit. In time, she learns of her mother's murder, and with it, whatever hope to the nightmare's end perished as well.

At nightfall, she woos the guard off of one of the bandits, stealing his wakizashi and slitting his throat before making an escape. Hisame ventures to the surrounding woods; famished, exhausted and dehydrated, her strength gives out. Weeping, she laments to heaven, cursing her father for being a fool that could not protect his family. Desire to live gone, she placed the blade to her throat and resolved to slash it open.

It's then that a whisper enters her ears, seemingly from nowhere. It asks her questions of her feelings and desires; her only answers involved vengeance. So they offered power to take revenge at the cost of her life; having already chosen death, she acquiesces. Her gift is a sterling katana branded the Fateful Death. She's informed that she need but focus her soul into the sword and it will do the rest.

So she ventures back to the village, far from fearful while she does as suggested and creates a midnight nightmare of made real. The fools that throw throw themselves at her find her seemingly unaffected, even aroused by the gashes and blood their edges spill from her generous flesh. Them that chase candelight in search of sanctuary find it breathed out and the darkness of a blackened moon their ally, and those that run are stalked through the streets, corridors and bedrooms until everyone in the village, even the victims pf the raid, are massacred.

Her pain recompensed, she stands in the square of the village to behold what she had both wittingly and unwillingly wrought: an ocean of blood, brutalized bodies and child death. Hisame returns steel to her throat and slices it open; laying silent as she bled to death, she is left astonished at how long it took. Then the laughter of the whisperer enters her mind to remind her of her vow: her life was theirs and the death she sought would not come as simply as she desired. Instead, they told her of the many evil people who were doing the same thing as what happened to her family and loved ones, and that she was fully capable of destroying them.

Therefore she ventured in search of wicked people worthy of her steel by day; unbeknownst to her, by night her body wanders in control of her devilish counterpart, murdering whoever unfortunate enough to cross paths.

Eventually aware of the devil that puppets her at its whim, she now she seeks death most of all, that she may be free of her vexation and reunite with her family at last.

Abilities

Death's Chosen (Passive) - Hisame's body is blessed by a spirit of death. She has eternal youth and thus cannot age or die from passing years; injuries she suffers that do not utterly destroy her body will heal if given enough time and she is impervious to death via blood loss, however, she will still suffer mild effects of blood loss such as light-headedness and fatigue to the point of unconsciousness.

Bloodthirsting Blade (Passive) - Hisame's sword, the Fateful Death, thirsts for human blood and must drink periodically; failure to do so will result in crippling seizures and other agonies; if the sword cuts the flesh of another, the wound will become infected. This infection increases blood flow and causes platelet death, resulting in increased and more severe bleeding, as well as inability for the wound to close via scabbing.

The Promised Comforter - Hisame is able to protect herself from incoming damage via spirit energy; the energy manifests as a matrix of condensed particles which mimic the consistency of hard metal and can take any form she desires. How much damage is absorbed or mitigated is relative to the strength of the attack and how much time she is given to muster a defense; in the event of attacks being too powerful, the matrix will crack and eventually shatter, making the ability unusable for an extended period of time (10 of Hisame's posts following the shatter).

The Unholy Communion - Fateful Death's swallowed blood may be used to fashion sanguine miracles; their form is as concrete as Hisame's imagination at the time of creation. As time goes on, assuming a steady stream of blood is provided, the miracles may grow in size, strength and complexity.

The Resurrection of the Dead - Hisame is able to summon corpses from the earth and reanimate already dead bodies to do her will. They are treated as mindless minions which, while easily destroyed, tend to swarm in the thousands at once.

The Revelation - At whim of her death spirit, Hisame becomes possessed; In this state, she is capable of affecting the area around her, to the extend of warping the perception of reality in creations of complex visual and auditory hallucinations that may well appear real to those experiencing it; she can blow out candles, burst light bulbs, blacken the sun and moon, as well as exude gaseous darkness; she can modulate and project her voice to any pitch desired, from a deeply male tone to a banshee's screech; she is also capable of bending the light around her body to turn herself invisible to natural senses, creating ghostly forms, and can utilize telekinesis.

Her spiritual energy takes on a dangerous aspect which interacts with other living flesh destructively: breathing in her aura will cause swelling of the throat; eye contact results in blurred vision to the point of blindness; a touch of her hand brings muscle and tissue death to the area of contact, and direct exposure to her spirit energy results in a rotting of flesh. This quality extends to any sort of spirit-based attack she uses such as an energy slash as well, passively affects the Fateful Death's cuts, and is contained in her very breath when she exhales.

This is the expected form to be fighting from the start should the battle take place at night.

[User]
Like a child which waits for Christmas morning Hisame bears the time 'til a fool makes their move; would she take another crack with a new laughable lance of lightning or step up her game to something more vicious? Contrary to the woman's lack of wisdom the bloody beauty can only presume the latter and such a force may only descend from above. It's only when those warning signs -- a tingling sensation across the flesh and statically charged locks of lifting hair -- that it's understood for what they've become a mark.

She smirks and lets her guard descend; the leaves flit and flutter around her while the sky strikes her down in a white flash and terrific crash of thunder. Like a hammer it claps atop her head and sets fire to the hair; the jolt of myriad volts and heat courses through her body and melts flesh. The stench of charred meat and ozone fills the moist air as the blinding shine fades to reveal Hisame still standing confidently; her bald and singed crown already mending skin from the top down and sewing new strings of silken hair made wet in the rain. Lips peel into a devilish grin and she seizes her moment of counterattack amid reformation of protection.

Her left arm lifts the Fateful Death vertically and its gleam disperses with a glassy jingle. From it is exhaled a putrid inky mist which spreads like a flame feasting on open air; in moments the mass has expanded a hundred feet in all directions and its touch brings doom to the living. Grass becomes brown and the trees shrivel into fragile twigs before crumbling from their own weight; like wheat mowed down the forest falls around her and should the gaseous cloud contact the missing maiden a slew of awful effects will befall her: intense burning of the eyes to give way to blindness; a locked throat which refuses to breathe in more but is already infected with cysts; flesh rotting like meat spoiled in the summer sun.

Let them run; let them hide... the darkness comes and no tree will remain sanctuary.

[Assistant]
If Hisame had assumed that the lightning strike was all Procella could muster, she would now be proven sorely wrong. The spirit had struck the woman with a smaller bolt before, and had attacked in several other ways as well, none of which had caused any lasting injury. More and more would be required. And so, while charging her great bolt from above, Procella had also been preparing in other ways.

Hacking into the nearby trees with her knife had not been a mere symptom of madness, but also a part of her attack. With the storm now raging, her body was far stronger than any mundane woodsman, and her cuts rent deep into the aging wood, undermining the integrity of the plants almost to the point of collapse.

And when the lightning did strike, that was her cue. Swinging around and lashing out with one leg, she kicked the nearest tree with all her terrible strength, snapping what little remained of its trunk and sending it toppling towards Hisame. As soon as this was done, she flung out one arm, sending a crackling bolt into one tree while moving to kick another down, both to follow the first in their sudden fall. Even if Hisame had recovered enough to move with the speed necessary to try and avoid the first trunk, its branches would likely pin her while the second and third came down to crush her.

The mist might come regardless, for Hisame was powerful indeed, but she had badly miscalculated in her attack. They were in the midst of a storm at this moment, and no paltry gale at that! As soon as the mist appeared, it would be blown away, dispersed by the raging winds, shattered before it could spread or thicken enough to do much harm. Perhaps it was not ordinary mist, perhaps it had a spiritual component. But then, this was no ordinary storm either, a tempest of a similarly unnatural nature.

Of course, Hisame had been crushed by trees before, and it was doubtful that this would be enough to put her down for good. But Procella had thought forward one step further still. Before leaving the heights of the forest, she had stabbed her knife in the bark where she sat in the branches. When she had knocked down these trees, it had fallen with them.

And now, she had but to strike out from it at her enemy, time and time again. The power she could muster for these bolts would be nothing like that of the lightning from before, but it would still be hardly insignificant. If Hisame tried to escape, she would find herself struck from an unexpected angle, her limbs forced to spasm as sparks lanced out time and time again. While her opponent was pinned, the storm spirit could strike thus time and time again, until only dust remained of the cursed swordswoman.


[System]
Carmen Lawson/Ricki
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious; really unsure

Occupation: High school student; senior

Personality: Carmen suffers from social anxiety making her really nervous and bashful around people, let alone social awkwardness. She is much more calm when she is alone or at least when she's with someone she knows, but she still seeks to surpass her anxiety and panicky self so she can have more friends and stop being antisocial.

Biography: Being someone who gets social anxiety whenever she goes outside was obviously not the easiest thing in the world, so Carmen hung out in her room a lot causing her to be antisocial. In the massive amounts of time she spends in her room she had become quite the gamer geek. It was a little easier to socialize online but it still had its difficulties. Her mother would often scold her for being cooped up in her room and not socializing, and of course tried to push her to do so especially when she is going to college soon. Of course Carmen would try, it's all she ever wants. It was just so difficult for her even when she didn't want to be nervous. She even felt safer alone, but at the same time she didn't want it to be that way. She would even occasionally but really not that often get picked on for it. Despite this her mother would still scold at her unamused. Hearing about this game Carmen hopes to find a brand new reality, one she can escape to whenever she wants.

Appearance:

Username: Ricki
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Human

Personality: Ricki sort of somewhat(not really(?)) has a split personality. One side: Much more confident and lively than in reality, and actually keeps her cool and is laid back. She can be really quirky and weird with a side of outgoing whenever she wants. She can become cocky only occasionally and it can sometimes get the best of her. And she loves, and I mean she loves, to be a smartass. She will literally take any chance to make a pun when she has one in mind. As for the other side, she's really just the silent-murderous looking type who's actually taking things seriously for once. She doesn't switch back and forth that often depending on the situation.

Stats: (As said in the rules, 43 point limit.)
Teamwork [6/10]
Fitness [6/10]
Agility [8/10]
Stamina [8/10]
IQ [6/10]
Strategy [7/10]

Skills: Crafting: With the right tools and supplies, and enough of it, she is able to craft anything for survival. (Ex. First aid kit, smoke bomb, etc.)
Quick Draw: Can draw a weapon extremely quick upon reaction or right timing
Rapid Slashing: Can slash very rapidly and repeatedly, however it has to build up from slow or normal slashing speed before it can go fast
Abilities: Lightning Edge: Can have blue lightning flow through the right sword, being able to shoot out lightning or in other various ways
Lightning Edge's Shadow: Same thing as above, except it is with black lightning through the left sword instead.
Aura Sense: Can sense a person or lifeform's energy nearby; does not work for machines
Weapon/s: Dual Blades
Revolver
Survival Knife
Class: Fighter/Myrmidon
Recognition: With some people she can be approachable, and some people maybe not. She may seem a bit scary and/or really intimidating at times especially if you look at her in the eyes, but if someone were to approach her they'd find out she's a cool person to be with. Either that or they'll just think she's weird and/or creepy.
Fame: A name easy to remember, but really only known here and there. If they only hear the name and not actually see the name spelled out, it is most likely they will think she is a guy until they actually see her.

[User]
"We were just talking about forming a party and doing shit. I dunno about you guys, but I can't wait until I get a level or two so I can go face-first into the PVP and steal peoples' stuff, but you guys ain't gotta be my cohorts in that I suppose. We're talking about just leveling up by farming starter mobs or something in this 'Great Forest of Nohare'. ...And uhh... this is probably weird, but are you a dude or a girl? I'm getting a little confused. Let's clear that shit up.". SawCutter sure loves to ramble. "Oh, I'm from 'Murica, but yeah I'm on a sort of.. vacation in Canada myself right now, Hehah."

"Should we steer for some other area or does Nohare still sound good to you fellows? Judging from the name and what the common rabble around here are saying it's filled with like, big ass wolves and shit, and some guys are talking about some beast in a river who raises your luck stat or something. Sounds pretty neat, I say we book it and talk tactics on the way there."

[Assistant]
John Marks - Queue

Starting City || Plaza

Queue took Viral's hand and looked him in it's robo-eye(?), he assumed that's what the green light was, as he shook it while SawCutter rambled on, eventually reaching the bit about his gender. "Oh, sorry! Do I really look like a girl? My bad... I wasn't suppose to, but I can't say I look far off in real life. Except maybe I'm dirty blonde rather than black haired. I mean, my account does say male if you take a look." John accidentally cut into the part about being on vacation a bit, but allowed him to continue on and finish his thoughts.

He quickly went through his inventory just to see what all he did have on him, but apparently his only starting weapon was a knife, and a couple of unmarked pills. "Well, I mean, I'm just about down for anything. Whatever ya'll two got goin. Although, I don't know exactly how much help I'd be, or at least compared to you two. Ya'll seem quite well endowed, just by going by looks."

[User]
Starting City || Plaza

And thus, Carmen logs in to yet another new game. She could be playing that new stealth game that just came out, or she could be playing that fighting game again that she plays competitively. But this game--this game--Carmen couldn't be more hyped for it, let alone hooked. In fact, it's actually been a long time since she's been so hyped for a game. Well, a different word other than 'hyped' could probably be used considering Carmen hasn't really shown that much of hyper-activeness. Hyped might have been one way to put it, but...addicted is most likely more of the right word. Come on, even though it claims to be it seems like a goddamn fantasy. But is that just all it is? A fantasy, or something more?

Carmen--er, ahem--Ricki finally spawns into the world of Identity. Her almost glaring orange eyes peered around her surroundings, the plaza that is. Wait, woah, what? What up with the glare? Tone it down a bit. Ricki eased the look on her face, making her look a little more approachable. Well, honestly, she was approachable even with whatever look Ricki had on her face. Ricki looked down at her hands, which were apparel-covered, and squeezed them into fists before loosening them while feeling the physical tension as she does so. She slowly paced around in a half circle, looking around at the plaza some more and at the variety of players. When she comes to a stop she takes a slow deep breath, taking in the new sense realistic atmosphere. It's as if the real world was a dream. After her long inhale, she didn't exhale. She couldn't help but let out a grinning smirk. The kind of smirk that lets people know they're excited, but also the kind of smirk that people might be scared of depending on how they take it.

Ricki took a brief look at her inventory. Survival knife. Nice. Revolver. Nice. Dual swords. Double nice--literally. Ricki took a couple seconds to memorize her skills, stats, and anything else necessary. When she got enough space in the plaza for herself, Ricki tested out some other movements other than walking or anything simple. She lets out a strong punch in the air, then after a short pause she lets out a couple kicks with a badass kind of flip to it. Now Ricki would try out the swords, she's dying to at least, but she wants to save that for the actual action. Question being, where might that action be? Surely there must be something like quests to complete or just some baddies to slay in general. ...But first, a little more slow adventuring around the plaza. No ADHD here. Move along now.

[Assistant]
"Wow, well endowed? Lewd.", SawCutter joked. "I probably went overboard on the big and intimidating sliders, but whatever. I hope I can get a 'Non-Damaged Megasaw' or whatever the shit this thing is.", He'd say while going to grab his Megasaw, the starter version being heavily damaged. "Or I could repair it. That'd be cool too.". He looked at the various new players still spawning in for the first time. Lovely amount of variety, and some orange eyed 'girl'. Pfft, probably not even really a lady.

"Shiet, must be one hell of a busy day. Their servers are probably crying right now.", He'd say. He'd notify this 'Ricki' (pfft) by pointing and sent a message. "you probably aren't even a real girl! fite me trolololol.", then another, "Nah not really, take this party invite, let's be noobs together."

[User]
Viral - Scott
Starting City || Plaza
Scott almost sighed in relief as SC relieved him from the social obligation of being his partner in crime. Maybe SC wasn't all bad, Just a bit misguided. He also asked the all important question of if Queue was a dude. Queue responded with a resounding 'Yes. Also I am this attractive in real life too.' though, his response did accidentally cut into one of SC's patented rambles. Apparently SC was visiting. Scott wasn't exactly sure how good that was.

SC confirmed that the two of them wanted to go to Nohare and then Queue said one of the best things ever. If Scott was more brave, he might have just asked Queue to repeat himself, but he was neither creepy or fearless enough to ask. Besides, Queue could've been any age. He didn't wanna come onto a 60 year old and end up coming onto a 60 year old. Scott then wondered why his thought process ended in a zinger.

SC commented on the awfully worded fiasco that was, ruining any sense of eroticism that Scott had actually already ruined for himself when he brought a 60 year old into the mix. Midway through his rambles SC mentioned a broken chainsaw or something. Although he was beginning to tune him out a bit, the mention of something broken sparked his interest. "May I see that chainsaw? One of my skills is repairing things." Scott asked. Although it was probably stuck broken because it was a game object, there was a possibility he could help fix it.

[Assistant]
"You're a genius, Viral! Here, take a shot at it.", He said while handing the giant piece of machinery over. It really was huge; the massiveness of SawCutter even had some minimal trouble lugging it around. Of course, even a person could drag it around with both hands; yet then it would've just been useless as an actual weapon. Viral did seem like a smart guy, or gal, whatever. Couldn't really tell from the voice...

'Realistically', all it really needed was a tune up; just replace the small heating coils wrapped around the base of each sub-saw and re-align all of the teeth of the same. Apparently it needed 'Adept Mechanic skills' to fully repair; but Viral could repair it to 50% effectiveness, boosting its' attack output somewhat. It's heating coils even began to work, beginning to make the saws glow a slight, dull red. "Hohohohho! Damn, that's rad! Gimme, please?".

"Fuck, now all I need are like... rocket boosters and I'll be the coolest thing ever!"

[User]
John Marks - Queue

Starting City || Plaza

Queue just stood back amused and giddly smiling as the pair started playing mechanical doctor. They were quite the amusing pair. Two giant robots acting like they were back in elementary, about to go off in some adventure. Both of them acting on the other's strengths and covering each other's weaknesses. The romantic in him almost made him burst out in happiness for them, but he quickly resumed control over himself. More and more, John felt a bit like the third wheel, but that was where he was most comfortable. He couldn't wait to see how the two robos' stories would intertwine and roll out.

[Assistant]
Ricki perks her head up like a dog as she gets a notification. She stops where she is to check it out, booping through some menus to find that a message is received from someone. Dang, how many minutes has it been? Already got a message, this is getting really nice. Ricki didn't think she'd get one this fast and early. Ricki opens up the message from the user 'SawCutter' and reads it, half-mumbling let alone half-speaking it to herself.

Ricki stares at the message with half-open eyes, almost unamused. Dang, how many minutes has it been? Internally, Ricki became a little defensive. She understood that with a name like 'Ricki' people could probably mistake her for a guy, but the fact that she practically always uses female avatars and people would still ask her gender once in a blue moon or even claim that she's not a girl made her a little wary. Especially with a troll approach like this. It's just that she doesn't want to be thought as one of those creepy dudes playing as girls because, well, she isn't. But really, that message, like seriousl-- oh hey another message that was fast.

Oh. Oh, okay. He was just kidding around. Ok ok. And lookie here, he sent a party invite. Well Ricki doesn't want to wait any longer for the fun to start, and she doesn't want to keep this party waiting either so-- wait was he kidding about the not being a girl part or the 'fite me' part? Or both? Does he actually think she's not a girl? Why. Whywhywhywhywhywhywh- ok you know what. Ricki thinks briefly to herself; from now on this is a reality of no worries. So if anything, all will be good. Most likely. Hopefully. No not hopefully, most likely. Without delay Ricki replies to SawCutter real quick saying, 'Lol aight' and then accepts the party invite. She quickly looks around for the newly joined party and eventually she would find them, near a forest. From the distance she spotted them she observed them. Two of them were big robots, aw yeah, and then some other chick. Ricki straightened up and and adjusted her hair before she put her thumbs in her pockets, or if there were no pockets she'd just be putting her hands there as if they were, and jogged on over. "What up what up. How we doing?" Ricki attempted to greet casually as she officially arrived.