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kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

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Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 16: Stage

Seeing you running towards him made Kenma frown.

"Kenma!" You waved. "Thank you for not leaving yet!"

Ignoring you he continued to walk towards the direction of the stage.

You pouted and crossed your arms. "You know... As sorry as I am for that kiss I really don't regret it."

Jogging up in front of him with a shit eating grin, you positioned yourself in front of him where he'd have no choice but to look at you while you looked at him. His ears were slightly red without a doubt but who were you kidding yours were too.

Kenma cleared his throat, "Good for you then. Now get out of the way so I could get out of here. "

"And honestly I liked that kiss." You continued determined to see him flustered again. "Your lips were soft and I bet my ass you're a great kisser. I rate you 10/10 would do it again."

With a glare he looked at you straight in the eyes, "So do it pussy." Then went ahead before you could see the red settling on his face.

"I- Wh- Excuse me- Wh- Huh? K-Ken- Kenma!!" You squeaked as you chased after him.

"I said what I said."

You finally caught up to him when he was about to climb the stairs towards the stage. Luckily(?) you also have to go up with him.

"Ehh... Where's the flustered Kenma? I wanted to see you all blushy and panicked. You looked so adorable. I don't want hot daddy Dom Kenma. I want cute baby sub Kenma..."

As he was halfway up the stairs your height gap grew and he was way over you. He just looked down on you, leaning closer the gap barely existent he smirked.

"Too bad." Then turned away.

There were a handful of people who saw the scene. Which made you more embarrassed. Holy shit you acted all alpha online only to be dominated by a hermit named Kozume Kenma.

Boy were you happy. You'd happily submit to him.

"Let us all welcome the two people who made the game possible! YN LN and Kozume Kenma!!"

You might be confused why you two were the ones going and why you were introduced like that.

As you are the creator of Puri-Puri you of course are the reason why this game existed.

But Kenma came here as he's the biggest investor, the face of the game and no one else wanted to go. So yeah...

As you two came up the stage you were just wishing the blush from the scene a few moments ago. The cameras flashed and claps were heard.

"Shit the media is here..." You mumbled.

"Your surprised, why?" Kenma gave you an amused and disappointed look. No idea how he managed to do that but he did.

"Shut the fuck up. I just got a feeling the questions won't be about the game thanks to the media."

"So you do think sometimes..."

"You want me to hit you?"

A clearing of throat behind you stopped your argument. It was Akaashi handing you both microphones to be clipped on you [I'm sorry I dont know what they're called] .

"Good luck, don't do and say anything stupid. And remember this is the release of PPM's demo." He reminded and got off the stage.

"Good evening to you all! I hope you've been having a great time!" I started.

"We'd like to thank you again for attending the release of PPM's demo."

"Now of course the game is yet to be played but from the trailer that was shown, I hope you had enjoyed it since the game is going to be much better than the trailer!"

"I'm sure you all must've questions as well. That's why Me and your idi-- dear author will answer."

"You definitely were about to call me idiot." You frowned at him.

He smirked and shrugged. "I have not a slightest idea what you mean."

"You're the worst."

Ignoring you... Again. He motioned at one of the reporters to probably ask their question.

"Ms. LN, as the initial plot of the Puri-Puri Magika is about [REDACTED], and the trailer we saw have quite a large difference from one another only having the universe in similarty. Is it just the universe of the similar one to the manga? "

"Of course the plot would be different. It disappoints me quite a bit that none of you realized how they're connected aside from the universe. Well, I don't really want to spoil you but if you actually read the Manga and saw the trailer," You gave a proud smirk. "Everyone that was a fan of PPM in the team were ecstatic. They were all just-" You mimicked a mind blown. "They were so excited about the game and a those."

"Thank you Ms. LN."

"Next please."

"Mr. Kozume," the next one called. "You were neither a fan of YN, nor PPM, why did you decide to not only beta test the game but sponsor and invest big sum of money on the game."

"We--"

"No wait ! I want to answer some of those questions!" You cut off cackling. "The one about him investing and him beta testing! It's actually an annoying and Hella funny story."

"No I was a--"

"Shut up you'll probably lie."

"Shut up." Kenma now had his ears red. "Don't you--"

"He was the biggest asshole back then!"

"Stop talking."

"He fucking beta tested despite not knowing shit about PPM because it was the biggest game. And he just banwagoned on it like a bitch he was."

"I did not. I had some clues about you Manga."

"You did not know shit about PPM cut yo bullshit. You didn't even know who the MC was!"

"Shut up."

"That's why he beta tested! Now the reason why he invested is really hilarious!"

"I really hate this story..."

"This was the reason why Kenma became Bae too! We didn't know shit about how to contact Kenma, we only had his email address and his social media. Keep that in mind. "

"So since he didn't know shit about PPM he really couldn't care about the plot and just looked for bugs and shit. He wasn't even aware of the bugs in the plot since he didn't know which what was supposed to be part of the plot and not. This bitch ass decided there wasn't any bugs anymore so we went with that. But then we had to play it and saw a shit ton of bugs."

"I said there were some bugs don't make me seems so stupid."

"You didn't even inform us about the glitch at the time skip part! That could've ruined the entire thing! Anywayz, so we had to code the game again. So we emailed him that there were way too many bugs other than what he told us so the next testing would be later. But the asshole never replied. And since I was the one entasked to guide this bitch ass, I had to flood his email! And he didn't respond! Not once! It had been DAYS! I send him at least 20 emails everyday! I have up on the 3-4th day and DMed him on Twitter."

"I really hate this part."

"No. No. This is the best part. Do y'all remember that one trending #KodzuGone started by Tenma? It's because, this asshole never responded to our emails so I DMed him all the shit important shit in the emails. Then this bitch fucking blocked me! I fucking rante to Tenma and he canceled Kenma like he deserved to! I was panicking about it since Mr. Suzumiya told me that Kenma could be a potential investor if he wanted. And I needed cash... "

"Do not call me that publicly. You are disgusting."

"He went full sugar daddy on me!" You cackled. "His entire squad had betrayed him! They were canceling him so he just fucking slid into my DMs apologizing about the shit he did and I told him, bitch I'm coming over there and see you play this fucking game or I will not stop this canceling and make it worse. So he was forced to telll me his address and I'm not sure if yall saw the live but it was hot shit. The next day he bought all the copies of PPM at this one store and gave them to me and then he invested shit ton of money on my on going works, bought me a new tablet, paid my Keiji bills, and many other shit. Yall would die to have him as sugar daddy I'm telling you. Ya don't even have to give him sugar for the treats. "

"That was the biggest mistake I made."

"Awwe, but thanks to that we're closer than ever. "

"Exactly my point."

"Thank you for answering Ms. LN."

"I hate you so much." Kenma sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No you don't. Admit it you love me."

"I really don't. Next question please."

"A-Ah, my initial question was actually answered in the previous question. It about your live. Now my question is, Ms LN and Mr. Kozume, is your relationship really a platonic one or a romantic one? "

"Okay, babe," You chuckled. "my man won't even let me breathe the same air he does. Ya think we're dating?"

"Well your right."

"What?"

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?! " You exclaimed a little louder than you thought since the mic made a loud noise.

"The relationship we have is both platonic and romantic. As labels aren't placed we share a romantic relationship." Kenma smirked.

You looked at him and the crowd with a clear eminent blush. "I-I I- Wh-"

Pulling you closer to him and turning around so the crowd won't see you both. He lowered the mic to prevent them from hearing.

"I wanted to see you all blushy and panicked . You look adorable." He whispered to your ear before facing the crowd again who were now going crazy over what Kenma had just confirmed.

"Y-You're an asshole..."

"Yeah, an asshole who..." lowering his mic again he leaned to your ear. "Still has your favorite onsie at his place. You really shouldn't have left it at my place. I'm so tempted to burn it."

"You leave my onsie alone! I will drown your consoles."

"With that threat, you're suddenly stripped of your house visit privileges."

"W-Why would you say we're dating?!"

"I didn't. I just said we both share a romantic and platonic relationship with no labels. I technically didn't lie too."

"Why did you do this?"

"Aside from wanting to see you all flustered? I'm probably drunk." Kenma smiled and turned to the crowd again. "Next question please."

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Lol I'm sorry this was supposed to be smau but there's been too many words

Ooc Kenma is shit so I made him drunk

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meetmeatthecoda · 4 years ago

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It’s bonkers how Liz and Ressler can literally have sex and then still be on a last name basis with each other. Even Red calls her Elizabeth lmao. But seriously, if K—nler is endgame, is this really the writers’ idea of romance? Barely any buildup, BOOM they have sex, then these awkward, forced ‘moments’ between them? *deep sigh* Idk, maybe I’m being harsh, but I guess I feel like the least they could do (if they won’t give us Lizzington) is give us something decent to watch. What are your thoughts/theories on this mess?

Hello, dear anon!! ❤️ Firstly, omg, I know!! All the “Hey, Keen.” and “What, Ressler?” is so intensely romantic 🙄🙄🙄 The thought of Red calling Liz just “Keen” is so laughable to me. As you so rightly say, he at least calls her by her full name, which is much more telling imo than any robotic surname crap. (Plus, he would never call her “Keen” bc it’s her fake name from her fake marriage to her fake husband, but I digress.) Regardless of whether it’s Lizzie or Elizabeth or Agent Keen, it still sounds like music coming out of Red’s mouth. Whether that music is a funeral march or a symphonic poem... well, it varies 😒

ANYWAY you make such a good point!! If we’re striving to be objective (which is a pretty unobtainable goal for me at this point), there is n o t h i n g inherently romantic about K**nler. I’m sorry, but to me - no matter which way you slice it - there’s been absolutely NO romantic coding with these two over SEVEN SEASONS, really only a handful of scenes together at all that mostly consist of “STOP! FBI!”, and very few personal/meaningful moments. And of those VERY FEW moments, they all appear to me as platonic/work friends/colleagues. And listen, I’ve always liked Ressler and Liz as BFFs. Liz always offered a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on about Audrey in the good ol’ days and Ressler did the same about T*m, plus I’ve always loved how Ressler offered to “rough him up” in that gruff, brotherly way. There was never any jealousy between them at their respective romantic partners, like there always is with those Will They/Won’t They ships. And I think pilot!Ressler hating Liz’s guts gradually morphing into them being best buds over the ensuing seasons is super cute. But it’s never screamed “romance” to me. There’s been no anticipation, no build-up, no close calls, no nothing. My prime ship example for that sort of thing is Caskett from Castle. They spent 4 seasons building those two up with plenty of close calls and jealousy keeping them apart for as long as they physically could before they finally came together with fireworks. There has been zero of that with K**nler. (Lizzington on the other hand? Yes. Not to mention all the Lizzington suggestions FROM RESSLER: ”Sounds like someone’s jealous Uncle Red’s got a new crush”, “You in the dog house or something?” - but I’m slipping into my Lizzington googles, so I’ll stop there.) Not to mention I’ve never really liked Ressler as a character. Sorry, no shade to Diego, but it’s not exactly a dynamic character. And TPTB have a marvelous reputation of tabling characters until their designated plot lines and episodes, with no measurable growth or continuity in between, so it always feels forced to me. To just throw a long forgotten character - whose only role in the past 11 episodes has been driving around and answering phone calls to catch the weekly blacklister - in my face once a season and say, “LOOK, WE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING FOR THIS DUDE, REMEMBER HE CAN TALK?!” and expecting me to feel invested is wildly unrealistic imo.

In conclusion, anon, I don’t think you’re being harsh at all, rest assured that I have been much harsher in tags, DMs, and especially my own head about this so-called “romance”. I think you’re definitely correct that they could at least give us something decent to watch with time, a true romantic build-up, and a satisfying culmination. I mean, I know this is primarily an FBI-mystery-mythology-government-action-procedural-show but... AS SOMEONE ONCE RIGHTLY SAID, “I think it’s a love story.” and babe? ..... this ain’t it. I’m sorry, Lizzington remains the only pairing on this show that has had a veritable phone book of romantic tropes written for them, including - but certainly not limited to - tense undercover operations, dancing, jealousy at other partners, killing for each other, actual DECLARATIONS of LOVE, T H E L I S T G O E S O N, not to mention I’m of the steadfast opinion that they were the initial endgame for the show, and that’s a hill I am prepared to die on. I HAVE and WILL go down with this doomed ship until the end of my days. Amen.

As for my thoughts/theories on this mess, I am flattered that you’re interested enough to ask, and I think I probably gave you way more than you bargained for in the ^above^ rage!typing 😂 The only things I would venture to add are: 1) K**nler is a barely a ship by my admittedly high standards and, if it is indeed intended to be The Great Romance™ of the show, TPTB did a piss poor job of making it AT ALL satisfying 2) The current “plot line” is an inconsistently written, infuriating, OOC across the board, “twists” pulled out of a hat, PIECE OF CRAP mess, and I’m so over it and 3) I have genuinely no idea how they plan on digging themselves out of the sizable RED VS. LIZ hole CRATER they’ve dug themselves into and, if they plan on having even a mildly successful season 9, they had better claw their way out soon bc, by all accounts, pretty much nobody likes pathetically-evil!Liz and most are rooting for heart-of-gold-&-incredibly-sympathetic!Red in every single way. Sooooo... idk. I’m really bored by the whole RuSsIaN oPeRaTiVe arc and I wish we could fast-forward to the season finale to see if they plan on making any effort at all to improve the core relationship of the show, or if they have indeed given Liz up to mannequin-man and revenge-filled-rage-induced-mentally-unstable-out-of-left-field-evil-Kaplan-hallucinations and Red over to simply sad-lonely-romantic-tired-puppy-dog-who-deserves-better.

At any rate, thank you dearly for this ask, anon, it turns out I had a lot of negative feelings (surprise, surprise) that needed an outlet and I hope it wasn’t too painful to slog through!! Feel free to send another/more asks to keep the commiserating going!! I have dearly missed asks in what’s left of this fandom, but my ask box is still open!! 🥰 I will continue writing fic and shipping Lizzington pretty much in AU now as, unfortunately, that seems the healthiest and only remaining option 🥲 Much love to you!! ❤️❤️❤️

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spineofdeathwing · 3 years ago

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Howdy! Seeing as I am no longer part of the SLP community, and how I've been seeing all of the hate going on for Jontont Frost over Wyrmguard Secrets, and the fact that they seem to celebrate my departure from the SLP server by stating "finally the evil beast is gone." as someone showed me via twitter

Let me inform you: the evil beast is not gone. Why? Because Jontont Frost is STILL there.

He and I had a lot of problems. What had initially began as a friendship turned into a nightmare for me. A nightmare I sat quiet on for a very long time. Even with alllll the shit that got posted about me being a bully, etc.

There were many times that I wanted to say something publicly, and in quiet there are a few who know the full story, but I stopped myself because I worried how it would hurt friends, but now it's kind of like... Not having said something has damaged so many things so much more than it would have if I had just said something to begin with.

Hi. I'm the person who played Finnegan Quill. I, to my knowledge, don't have a lot of trouble with people on Moon Guard, except for a few. Jontont is one of those few.

The guy has so many issues, and this is coming from someone with a lot of issues themselves, that it was extremely difficult to deal with them. Prior to things getting too bad, this is how things progressed:

We became friends through RP, I started talking to them more oocly. They seemed super chill, no problem, but as time went on, I found out what kind of person they are. They constantly put themselves down and would get very self deprecating, and me, I am a sensitive person, and my heart bleeds for this sort of thing, so I did my best to tell him he wasn't all the things he called himself, that he could make friends if he just put himself out there. That everything would be fine if he just stuck to his character and separated himself from it, that he wouldn't need to worry about things if he didn't take what happened in character personally.

I wasn't the only person who had to/has to deal with him. I won't name names, but I'm hoping they manage to get away from him sooner than later. Jontont Frost uses emotionally manipulative tactics to draw people in. He stalked me in game despite the fact that I had him on ignore. He still felt the need to put his nose in everything.

I made the heinous mistake of erping with him when he was still in an ic relationship with Elrodore Tate. Yeah, Finnegan went there, and I really wish he hadn't, because that put me in a spot to where Jontont wanted to know everything I was doing. Every single minute of the day. When I told him I needed a break, what did he do? He started to insult himself, call himself useless, friendless, a whole lot of other things, to which I came back to tell him "hey, don't talk about yourself like that. You'll be fine. Just be your best self" etc. Eventually I realized this was a tactic to keep me there, and hell did it get exhausting.

I've got a lot of problems. 100% no doubt. So I didn't need his problems too, but I still tried to be kind. So things still continued, and I grew exhausted again, and again told him I needed a break, but again with the self deprecation he came, and then when he did say "ok, I'll leave you alone for now." He would come back like 5 minutes later pretending nothing had ever even happened.

His stalking, cause that is what it was, grew so bad that even after I ignored him after I had a one sided talk with him, I went to the SLP mods to get it taken care of, because we were both existing in the same project, we worked out an agreement that we both would ignore each other--- FINALLY, because even though I had him on ignore on both Discord and WoW, that still didn't stop him from turning into a cat and watching me in stealth, but he still can't seem to keep his mouth shut about me, so here I am.

I have an extensive history of his stalking/manipulative/inappropriate behavior on documented file which is what I presented to the project moderators as proof of my issues with him, and I'd share it happily, but if I did that, I'd end up dragging other people into things who I don't particularly care to drag through the mud, dm me if you want, though I don't see this going anywhere. I can already feel the goblins on my back for this.

Fuck you, Jontont Frost, and your little Tobias too.

They're both horrible people, I hope others come to realize this sooner rather than later.

Jontont's behavior was gross and traumatic. Every time I seen a white Worgen or the bear form he uses, it made me sick. I couldn't stand to look at them. I was always alarmed when I would be out doing content and someone with the same druid forms would show up alongside me, prompting me to check if it was him, because I felt like I would never get away from him and he would always follow me. If I'm sounding over dramatic, lemme just say, it was THAT BAD.

More to come later.

Spoiler, he decided to tell me about how he masturbated to the ERP we did afterwards, while watching porn. Why did I need to know that? I didn't. He should have kept it to himself. But there he goes crossing IC and OOC again.

There are others who could back things up, but I won't call on them unless they want to come out.

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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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Title: snowbound pt 1 of 2/3

Theme: snow

Fandom / Character(s):Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Earth!FemaleReader.

Warnings: First up. I preface with two strong warnings.. I am not a medical professional in any capacity. Second, I am only kind of a casual Star Wars fan, so Idk how things work in their universe as compared to here on Earth. The actual warnings here are blood!tw and injury!tw. Again, I remind you. I am neither a veteran star wars fan nor a medical professional. So, some things may be entirely wrong. And Ben Solo is most likely written totally OOC as he is not a character I am used to writing, by any stretch although i love him with my whole heart... Anyway... The warnings are: Blood!TW, Injury!TW, OOC fandom character and a strong dose of hurt comfort / fluff in the next parts I kind of hope i get to do for this. This part is so long because I was using it to sort of set things in motion..

Word Count: 2k. Listen, I was setting things up and got carried away, rip me.

Listen... You all just don’t fucking understand how much I love Kylo/Ben... I know, I know, he’s a bad guy. Anyway, this is me doing something I’ve literally been dying to do, a scenario in which Ben somehow winds up Earthbound just in time for the holidays...This is my daily entry for my bb @champbucks over on the @12daysofchristmas challenge blog...

OH YEAH.. for the sake of a timeline here.. This part takes place around the end of November/beginning of December. Part two will take place two and a half weeks later and part three will take part a day or so, maybe two, after part two. Trust me, this needed to be said.

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

TAGGING:

So, here’s the thing.. There really isn’t anyone on my Star Wars masterlist and like... I haven’t really written anything Star Wars related... Until now. So, if you want to be tagged in my star wars stuff, click the little link below or send me an ask/dm on my main and I’ll happily add you.

@champbucks and @12daysofchristmas

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“What the hell?”

The boom from outside had the windows to my grandma’s old cabin rattling and I quickly sat up just in time to look out the window at the head of my bed to see a bright flash of blue as it disappeared beyond the treeline across the road.

,, Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” my brain nagged at me the whole time I was slipping on the jeans I’d worn earlier in the day. That nagging only grew as I slipped on my warmest boots and by the time I had my daddy’s old shotgun loaded and I was heading out the door, I wasn’t entirely sure if going over to see what the hell was going on in the woods across from my house was a good idea or not.

I mean yeah, the odds were that some idiot kids were racing around Deadman’s curve and one crashed.. Or a drunk trying to drive home on an icy road hit black ice and lost control… At the thoughts of what probably happened, I stopped in the middle of the road and felt my back pocket.

As soon as my fingers grazed the cool weight of my cell phone, I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the woods on the other side of the little country road.

My eyes were adjusting to the semi darkness, so when the wrecked craft came into view just a few feet into the trees, I had to stop and really stare at it, rubbing my eyes.

“What the fuck?” the words left my mouth in a soft gasp as all the breath left my body. I knew exactly what I had to be looking at by now… And rather than turn and walk away, back to my grandma’s cabin, I kept moving closer. Pushing through bushes and trees and overgrown weeds and dead grass as I made my way towards the clearing to get a better look.

I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, because everybody knows there’s a damn good reason we have a military base on the outskirts of our little town and we all know they’re not testing weather balloons out there.. I knew that if this were a military thing, there would most likely be a cover-up.

So I did what anybody would and I pulled out my camera, recording the crash site and taking a few pictures of the craft as I walked around it slowly.

I froze completely when I heard a wounded groan.

Now, I’d assumed that whoever crashed whatever this… Thing.. Was… they’d gotten the hell out of dodge as soon as the crash was over.

,,Or they were dead on contact because the impact was really hard.’’ my brain finished. I glanced all around the clearing that the craft crashed in the middle of. Everything was silent. Almost deathly silent, as if something had come along and sucked up all the sounds and background noise. I shivered and hugged myself, swearing under my breath about not having the presence of mind to stop for a jacket or grab my first aid kit on my way over here...

A scream died on my lips when I felt a strong grip wrap around my ankle as soon as I stepped closer to the wrecked craft, bending down to peer inside, my phone out and ready to call for emergency services.

When I looked down, after I dove away as quickly as possible, of course, I swallowed hard and tried to find words.

“Help.”

As he said it, I got the distinct feeling that this was not a word he enjoyed saying, not at all.

I could only nod and when my brain finally felt it had enough time to process what was going on, it kicked into overdrive.

“Can you pull yourself out?” I finally managed to ask the question.

“Trapped.” the word came on the heels of words that were totally unfamiliar to me, yet somehow I knew instinctively that this guy had to be swearing up a storm and in immense pain.

I guess tonight’s one of the few reasons I’m glad I went into the medical field instead of becoming a horror novelist or a starving artist like I used to want to when I was a kid. Tonight my years of school and training and the experience I’d gotten thus far as an intern at the hospital in town was all going to come in handy.

Because the lack of military vehicles or police by now only meant one thing to me.

The military either didn’t know yet so this gave me a chance to finally do something about the way they were polluting the water supply and making people sick or… Nobody knew about this.

Laughing softly at the thought that I might’ve stumbled onto an alien crash landing, I bent lower, peering into the smashed window and I dug around in my jeans pocket until I found my dad’s old pocket knife.

“I’m gonna.. I’ll try to cut you out, okay?” I muttered. He grunted, a light pained scowl playing at gorgeous and full lips.

I leaned inside a little, swearing as I felt shards of glass.. Or whatever the material was on the windows, digging into my hand..As soon as I got a good look, I realized that he wasn’t trapped by a harness or belt of any kind.

He was trapped because when the craft he was inside made impact, the damn thing basically folded like a soda can. I winced. Drawing a few sharp and shaky breaths, the fog from their warmth lingering in the air as I tried to stop and think.

I should be calling EMTS. I should be leaving him here because everything I’ve ever learned about accidents of any kind clearly predicates that if someone is hurt and you don’t know how fucking bad, you don’t move them.

But here’s the problem with that knowledge and my current situation… If I didn’t do something, then either that military installation was going to get away with the shit they’ve been doing the past few years since they mysteriously popped up on the outskirts, show up to finish this guy off in the time it took me to get help on the way… And then they might just do me in also because I had evidence and proof that they were up to something shady out there... Or… They’d find him and take him back to the base and do God only knew what to him.

,, but he might be an alien…” my brain gave me the gentle reminder and the counter argument arose almost immediately, ,, he can’t be. He looks like I do. He looks human. I can’t just turn my back and leave the guy… If he is military and they do realize what’s happened, he’s as good as dead… And I cannot live with someone’s blood on my hands.”

And with that thought, I proceeded to try and figure out the safest way I could to go about breaking years of protocol that had been drilled into my brain.

I started with the obvious. I leaned in, my body brushing against him as I raised my hand, pressing my fingers to his neck, feeling for the jugular so I could attempt to see if his pulse was steady.

He groaned quietly and I explained in a hushed tone, trying to keep him calm, “I’m trying to take your pulse… to make sure it’s okay to move you if I can get you loose. Because we’re gonna have to get you out of here somehow.”

He merely nodded. I almost asked if he spoke the same language as me, but that was a later question. I was still operating under the assumption that I was working with a very small time frame, either way.

Because even if the military didn’t know what happened out here, they would soon.. Because this just felt like something they would be aware of or become aware of. And I wasn’t going to let them get their hands on the guy, especially when he was injured and far too weak to fight them off.

Or so I thought…

,, where the hell am I? What happened? Need to.. Get out of here. Get back to the others.”

I heard it so clearly that for a second or so, I thought he might’ve actually spoken. I answered quietly, “You’re in Montana. Apparently, you crashed whatever the hell this thing is. If you’ll be still and stay calm sir, I’m trying to get you out of here. We have to hurry. If those damn military guys realize what happened and come down, we’re both probably fucked.” and continued checking him over.

I dreaded what I was about to have to try and do, because if there was any internal injury, I was about to make it worse. The goal, I decided mentally, was to move him as carefully but as quickly as possible.

He gritted his teeth and gave another long and wounded grunt as he seemed to pick up on my rush and started trying to maneuver his legs free from the part holding them in place.

“Okay, whoa. Easy, sir. Stop moving, damn it!” I said frantically, eyes widening as they settled on the dark depths of his eyes.

He glared at me, speaking in a calm but firm tone. “I have to get out of here.”

“And if you’ll go about this carefully, like I said before, you might actually live through this. I don’t know if you’ve been injured internally or not. I won’t know how severe your injuries are until I’m back at my cabin. I’m hoping that since you’re vocal enough to be an entire stubborn ass right now, that you’re really not seriously injured.” I snapped back because he’d snapped at me just seconds before.

He eyed me, almost wary. Almost as if he weren’t entirely sure whether to trust me. But I stared him down, firmly as I could. He managed to get his legs free and clear of the way they’d been pinned somehow and if I hadn’t thought the guy might be strong as an ox when he grabbed my ankle before, I now knew that fact beyond a shadow of doubt.

Oh, he grunted and groaned and growled in pain the entire time, but he seemed to be entirely too stubborn for his own good, too hell bent on getting himself out.

Once he was slowly pulling himself through the busted glass and lying on the snow, I cleared my throat. He winced and gritted his teeth as he pulled himself to a sitting position in the snow. The form fitting black garment he wore on his upper body was shredded in a place or two from the way he’d pulled himself through the window of the wreckage.

“Do you think you can walk? Because we need to figure something out.” I asked the question as I worked on keeping calm. But I was in a bit of a panic see, because internal injuries are difficult to spot and often, they go unnoticed until the person injured either dies or suffers massive complications. And I knew that me, moving him as little as I had and then him freeing himself from the wreckage somehow and all that movement… It was tempting fate, in my own opinion, but I was that determined not to let all this be covered up or to have this man’s blood on my hands.

He looked as if he were going to attempt it and I stood, holding my hands out to him to at least try to help him. But after the second or third attempt, the fight or flight response within me kicked in and I was… Growing impatient to get him indoors and both of us hidden away somewhere safely.

“I’ve got an ATV up at the cabin. It’s literally just across the road at the top of the hill… I need you to stay here and stay hidden. Are we clear?” I didn’t mean to bark it at him like an order, I guess I just assumed at the time that if he were a soldier who worked that base, he was used to it.

He bit his lip and eyed me.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” that firm tone, I won’t even begin to go into the effect it had on me, but I was the one who wasn’t injured and didn’t possibly have the US Armed Forces about to pop up at any second, so I had to act as if nothing he did or said had any sort of effect on me at all.

And god was it ever hard!

“Which one of us crashed a fucking piece of government property and is injured, sir?” my hand dragged through damp hair and tugged a little as I tapped my boot against the crunchy snow covered forest floor.

“ The ship is mine.” he corrected. I eyed him with a brow raised.

“Whatever you say. Either way, arguing semantics with you is not getting either of us to my cabin.”

The searing pain that shot through my palm as I rubbed it against my jeans had me grimacing, but I tried to ignore it. He stared me down, head tilted slightly.

“Alright. I’m going now.” I turned on my heels and I bolted up the hillside, hurrying so fast across the slippery pavement separating me from my cabin that I nearly slipped a time or two and I finally got to the shed that I’d parked the ATV under after riding it along the creekbank earlier to look for fallen trees I could use as firewood.

The keys were still in the ignition. I jumped on and fired it up, biting back a pained whimper as I curled my hand around the handlebar and that only put more pressure on the wound that I didn’t even realize I’d gotten trying to help the man out.

I shoved out the pain and focused on getting back across the road as quickly as possible. And in the back of my mind, yes.. I did find it more than a little odd that nobody had come down. The neighbors a mile away from me have to have heard… Then I remembered that Herb and Isla were out of town, in Kentucky with their oldest daughter and her family for the holidays.

,, c’mon lady luck, don’t fail me now.” the thought came and went and I took a shortcut through the treeline that I knew would put me straight in front of the crash site. Now I just had to hope to God that the guy was okay and he hadn’t left the scene.

Right as the crashed ship came into view, I spotted him trying yet again to use the wreckage to pull himself to his feet and I rushed over.

“You’re a stubborn one.”

“Trying to..” he took a few heavy breaths and grumbled before continuing, “Get back home.”

“And you can do that.. The second you’re at least partially healed, sir. I’m gonna…” I trailed off, awkwardly positioning myself against his side so that he could use me as a crutch and lean on me to get to the ATV so I could take him back to my place, “Lean on me.”

But the guy was an actual fucking giant.

And normally, in a non life or death situation, I’d have been absolutely mesmerized by… Pretty much everything about him. But tonight, I was too focused. Too intent on getting both of us to safety.

,, daddy always told me curiosity killed the cat. Now look what I’m smack in the middle of.” I thought to myself, grunting a little as he leaned into me heavily, my arm around his lower back and his arm around my shoulders as he clumsily tried to make his way to the ATV.

Once I got on and he managed to get himself on behind me, I took off. “Might wanna cover your face.”

And a minute or so later, as I parked the ATV right at my porch steps to make it a little easier to get him inside, he eyed me warily again, this time questioning, “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know who I was?”

“What do you mean was?” I asked the question, all the worst possible scenarios flashing through my mind. And that adrenaline surge from earlier that I had yet to come down from? A little more panicked.

He muttered something and shrugged, putting a shoulder around me again as he grunted and managed to get himself standing.

The light overhead on my porch caught on his bloodied pants leg and I grimaced. “Well, pretty sure that’s a broken leg.”

I kicked open the front door with my foot and helped him into my living room, letting him sink down onto the couch. After I got him all settled in, I rushed around my pantry gathering up my medical supplies that I kept on hand.

And I wandered back into the living room, taking a seat on the handmade heavy wooden coffee table in front of my old plaid couch. “You’re gonna have to… Take off the shirt..”

He eyed me, this curious gleam in his eyes that quickly vanished when I firmly repeated myself.

His eyes caught on my palm and he eyed my own smaller wound, then fixed his eyes on me. “You’re dripping blood on the floor.”

“And I’ll worry about that as soon as I’m totally certain that aside from a possibly broken leg and a few cuts and bruises, you’re fine.” I insisted, a firm tone of my own as I started to tug the ripped fabric up and over his body. I grimaced at the older scars and bit my lip as I surveyed the bruises already starting to form against pale skin. “Are you in any pain at all when you breathe?”

Bear in mind here. I am still only just an intern. So I haven’t actually had to deal with a whole lot in the way of injuries. The most I’m currently allowed to do is make rounds and do consults, checking in on patients to let their actual physician know what they might need or how they might be feeling on that particular day.

So this was all trial by fire for me.

One glance at his well muscled body had me definitely continuing to think that he was one of the guys from the military base and I made a mental note to maybe NOT turn down Carrie if she offered to set me up with one of the guys her fiance knew in the future as I had been doing.

He cleared his throat.

“A little.”

“Most likely dealing with a bruised rib or two. I’ll wrap those for now.. I’ll call in a favor with Dr.Albertson in the morning...I don’t think he’ll tell anybody.”

The man nodded, agreeing.

I went back to cleaning and patching the wounds I could patch and then I turned my attention to his leg.

“I’m going to have to cut your pants leg…”

“Or I could take off my pants.”

I eyed him as soon as he said it because truth be told, not only did he have me flustered in saying it, but also, I couldn’t entirely tell if he were being helpful at last, or if he were being a flirt.

As if to prove he was serious, he rose up slightly, unfastening the black pants he wore, working them down his hips and I have literally NEVER… ever.. Turned away and tried to still catch a peek as I did in that moment.

“Christ. You could’ve given me a second to turn.”

“Why?” he tapped my shoulder as he asked the question and I turned around.

My breath caught in my throat and I quickly had to refocus myself. Because if I thought taking his shirt off was a bit of a distraction… Then him sitting there pantsless was.. A bit more.

I bit my lip and my eyes settled on the lower portion of his leg. The swelling was bad. The leg was definitely broken. I sighed and clucked my tongue, shaking my head.

“I’m gonna have to call in that favor with the old man now. Because this can’t wait to be looked at. And I need to be sure you’ve got no internal injuries.” I stood abruptly, nearly doing so fast enough that I almost landed on top of the guy.

He eyed me and I pulled back and away from him, raising to a full stand. Walking quickly into my kitchen and sliding the pocket door closed behind me.

“Hey, doc? I know it’s late, but if you get this, can you please swing by my grandma’s cabin on your way home tonight? I need your help. And I need someone who can be trusted to stay quiet on what you’re gonna see.”

I’d just walked back into the living room when my cell phone rang in my hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather explain when you get here, doc.”

“I’m on my way now. Just grabbing my equipment.”

“Thank you, doc.”

“I always told you and I promised your grandma when you were knee high to a grasshopper. If you ever need me, kid, I’ll be there.”

I hung up and sank back down onto the coffee table, letting a deep breath escape my mouth. The adrenaline was starting to wear off finally and all I could do now was… Process everything. Try to figure out just how far up the proverbial creek I might’ve gotten myself.

The man shattered the silence in the room by clearing his throat and reaching out. I eyed him, a brow raised.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re not going to do something about your hand, I’m going to.”

“It’s fine. It’s a little scrape.”

“There’s blood caked on it.”

Something in the look he gave me had me extending my hand. It almost felt as if I wasn’t in control of myself, though I didn’t realize this until much later…

His larger hand gripped mine carefully, holding it on bare legs.

“You still haven’t put any pants on, what the hell..”

“If you called that person and they’re going to come and examine me, doesn’t make sense to.” he didn’t look up as he answered, instead, focusing on swiping the cloth that I’d gotten as a spare in case I needed a clean one for his wounds. When the light overhead caused something in the wound to glisten, I tried to yank my hand free in a hurry, but that sensation was back in my mind and his grip on my wrist tightened to a point where I couldn’t move.

“Be still.”

That firm tone again, honestly, fuck him for it.

“Fine. But I feel like I should remind you, I am a medical professional. I could get this looked at when Doc arrives.”

“Well, I’m doing it now.” he stated calmly, as if I had no say in the matter. And when I opened my mouth to argue, to insist I could just wait the ten minutes it would take Doc to get to my cabin, nothing came out.

He gave me this smug look as he took my tweezers and worked them into the cut, making me bite my lip and take a few deep breaths.

When he finally got the shard free, I pulled my hand back, cradling it against me.

He eyed me, amused it seemed.

“I’ll clean it out and wrap it now, thanks.” I mumbled in a softer tone, giving him a small smile and thanking him.

Now, we just had to wait on Doc to arrive...

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captaincovington · 5 years ago

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Citizens of New Eden,

I was hoping to finish out this year without having to do another public address like this. It seems as though tragedy has struck our city far too many times for it to be fair. As you are all aware, there was a hostage crisis at City Hall over the last several days. Myself, along with Mayor Lee, and a number of other high-profile city officials were caught in this traumatic experience.

I assure you that the threat has been neutralized through the stellar work of your New Eden Police Department. Brave men and women risked their lives to protect this great city, and a number of these heroes gave their lives in service of New Eden. And it is with a heavy heart that I must announce that Mayor Theodora Lee was among those who were shot and killed during the crisis, along with Councilman Thresher and fourteen other staffers. All in all, twenty-eight people were killed, no, they were murdered, with thirty-nine people injured.

I make you this promise. These deaths will not go unanswered. The culprits of this horrific tragedy were masked Switches and submissives who claimed that they were part of the Nameless. They never had any intention of negotiating or listening to anything that was said. They made demands that couldn’t possibly be fulfilled, because they knew exactly what they planned to do the moment they entered the building.

I have been in touch with President Markham and debriefed him on this act of cowardice. He has granted me authority to establish martial law within city limits, and troops from the National Guard will be deployed until this threat is conquered. The Nameless have terrorized this city for too long, and I, for one, am sick of being toyed with. They use lies and deception, smoke and mirrors and masks to hide. I promise you, there is no crevice or hold they can crawl into where we will not be able to reach them, and they will be held accountable.

Please direct any further questions to NEPD Spokesman Jerrod Galston.

OOC: This is what y’all wanted, right? Again, as a quick recap, the hostage crisis is now over. 28 people killed, 39 injured. Theo was one of the casualties of the crisis and therefore, is no longer mayor. Covington has received federal authority to establish martial law within the city of New Eden, which means shit’s about to get fucked. Here are the new rules under martial law:

All civilian firearms will be confiscated. Any civilian found with a firearm will be charged with aiding and abetting a terrorist organization.

The borders of New Eden are closed until further notice. No one leaves or enters the city.

The police do not need a warrant to search you or your property, to arrest you, or to seize your property.

All electronic communications will continue to be heavily monitored by the NEPD.

There is no freedom of speech or freedom of press. You can be arrested for saying the wrong thing or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Speaking out against the authorities will be a bad idea.

A daily curfew will be imposed between 11PM and 4AM. For those who may require exceptions due to their job may seek an exception from the NEPD, but it will be given very sparingly to those with “essential” positions.

Checkpoints will be set up throughout the city and there will be a heavy increase in police presence. Public transit has a much more limited schedule and will be heavily policed.

Ration lines will be set up in each neighborhood, at the large chain supermarkets. These lines will be long and each person will be given enough rations (food and water) for one week. People may not collect rations on behalf of others.

People may not gather in groups larger than six people.

These rules are purposely oppressive and really shift the nature of the game. All of the protections and freedoms that people might have taken for granted before now, no longer exist. We highly encourage all of you to sink your teeth into this and have fun with it. If there is anything you’d like to run by us, or if you have any questions, feel free to slide in to our DMs.

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kaiju-z · 6 years ago

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Seon Adventures Episode 15: Dicks and Danger

Following the dramatic conclusion of the Ogre confrontation and the moment of respite under the white willow tree, our party is now back on their feet, all but Burk well rested. As Luctan checks on everyone, he is somewhat worried for Burk, who had spent the entire evening awake and alert, now quite exhausted from this venture.

Checking with the little elf child, Luctan feeds him and, after what a good five to ten minutes of baby jokes (the best kind, really), the party take off on their way to Crystalgate.

By the point, where it would be 2pm-ish is when they reach said town, which, much to some surprised, is a place governed mainly by changelings. The most noticeable is that it just really springs out of nowhere, there’s not a forested area, little bit of trees every now and then. )So, basically, mostly fantasy California town.)

By when they reach the town, Belli even tries to make a baby carrier for Luctan, so he can have a hands free experience, carrying the little one onward. But that doesn’t go perfectly, seeing as they had been in motion during the trip. (But half a sling is still better than none! I believe in you, Belli!)

There are baby shenanigans along the way, trying to feed the crying baby, trying to change his diapers.

What the party immediatelly notice is that the town is mostly made of stone and brick and for every 4-5 buildings, there are tents. From what they learn, given the territory, the folk here work their trade with fishing and the occasional smithing work. It’s where Luctan sells the Ogre clubs, at that, to a beefy looking changeling woman, to whom he shows respect. (Also, fun fact, smithing in Seon is a lot more magical! Local blacksmith use magic rocks and wheels. It’s how Ricardo, the elven blacksmith in the town/village Luctan recuperated in back in the day made the Evenchord sword).

With Luctan in his human form, he doesn’t really understand why the locals are weary of him, seeing as he’s not really aware of the discrimination the people had suffered from mankind over the years, what with changelings’ inate ability to shapeshift into other ‘noid races.

He learns of this, though, thanks to a conversation with an elderly changeling woman, whom he impresses with his politeness, kindness and udnerstanding. He hopes for a time, where they can walk around and not get second glances and suspicion from those, priviledged.

Luctan kisses the woman’s hand, which looks odd to the party, seeing as she had transformed herself into him to express physically what the “problem” was. But Luctan is cool with it. He chill. And carrying a baby, so there’s that.

(At some point, out of character we break down into a discussion on selling the baby, what the going rate would be and the like. The jokes were a plenty, but this gem from the DM will always stick with me: “People, who buy babies aren’t usually good people.” – Lauren, the DM)

At some point, Amelia goes on a walk. Then hears a sound of a tubby orange cat. She looks to the cat. “I would take a 1,000 arrows for you.” (she says in the best voice ever. We stan a legend). The cat nuzzles her and Amelia immediatelly takes the tomcat with her. A soft boi, she dubs “Archie”. ( Amelia is keeping the cat and if anyone has a problem with that, she’s gonna kill ‘em all. )

By the time she comes back to the carriage, after supplies and baby feeding is done, the cat is resting over her shoulders and Belli tries/fails to draw a dick on the back of Luctan’s jacket. (Luctan will remember this. Luctan makes an owl head turn.) And she also rpeats the funny with Mournimar. ( “What the hell is passive perception?!”we joke ooc-ic, when Mournimar, for some reason mentions that in-universe)

One very extatic Belli gives Amelia a ribbon to collar the kitty. And then she tries to pull on Mournimar’s tail, which immediatelly gives Luctan ye ole’ shell shock as he gets back behind the reigns of the carriage, alongside Burk.

As the party carry on, the red tiefling bonds withthe green goblin over their vengeance paths. Luctan apologizes to Burk for taking his kill from him, by asking Ficus to remove the tiefling. Burk is fine, either way, asl ong as the guy’s dead. As recompence, Luctan offers Burk a pick from any of the remaining three, aside of Landis. Landis was his to deal with. And Burk is fine with this.

On their way out of Pollum, on the first day on the Winding Path, they find a separation at the river. Based on the rainy temperature, this close to the ocean, the water’s more hydrated, so the roots are darker. There’s a lot more shade in the area.

As they make their way on the path, Perception check time.

With Mournimar’s 20, they immediatelly notice “it”. A very large clump of roots on the way. Part of it seems to twitch. Resolute, the Tiefling Ranger makes his way to inspect.

It is the big mistake that almost costs him his life, however.

Because as he gets close enough, a root tries to grapple Mournimar, Mournimar manages to dodge as a bizzare looking skull comes out from between the darkened roots and looks him in the eye. With the ferocity of a graboid, by way of a messed up tentacle nightmare, the skulled creature screeches a large and mighty screech.

The tree is actually a tree monster. And it wants those tasty tiefling meats.

And this? This signifies the start of the fight. First in line is Mournimar (Both tieflings rolled a 20, but Mournimar’s passive skills are much higher, so it’s his turn first)!

Retaliating for the damage he took from the whipping vines, Mournimar immediatelly discharges his hellish rebuke and unsheathes his blades, striking wild and true, chopping at the creature. One strike, after the other!

No mercy with those sword strikes, as Mournimar occupies the attention of this hellbeast, while Luctan places the baby in the back of the carriage and charges forward, taking his full 30ft of movement, before aiming and discharging a couple of shots with his crossbow (DAVID CROSSBOWIE!!!)

He can tell, from some of the reading he had done. This thing is not Abyssal, like the Kenku. It’s a local realm monster. It’s nothing like he’s seen from the books, but judging by his knowledge, it doesn’t see, but feel movement.

He calls for Mournimar to get out of the thing’s range, believing his archery skills will do him better against it.

As Mournimar gets warned by Luck, he backs away, only to be caught by the thing. He feels his body pulled back and grappled. Necrotic power drains some of his essense as he gets flailed around like a ragdoll, screaming in horror. . The thing looks as it almost gains back some of the damage it took. It tries to squeeze Mournimar like a slim jim, basically.

All the while, using it’s other vines, the beast tries to strike at Luctan, but the fighter dexterously dodges out of the way, only taking whipping attacks, as opposed to getting full blown caught by the beast.

Enraged, Luctan’s eyes glow as he makes a cutting motion across his throat and casts Hellish Rebuke. Though it does cause certain pain to the beast, it still retaliates, striking the fighter again and again, bludgeoning him, while he keeps his posture. If not for his armor, Luctan thinks at this point that he’d be far more bruised than what he’d be by the end.

Mournimar then gets slammed against the ground and is stunned until the creature’s next turn. As the action continues, Ficus and Morgan hear shuffling and alert the rest to the cliff on the right of their path. Soemthing’s coming. What that is, they’re not certain ,though.

Morgan, being the good dire wolf he is, takes the elf baby and moves a fair distance away from the carriage, alongside Rimefang and Archie, as their moms and dads go fo deal with this disaster.

Ficus makes a move, north west from Luck, where he gets his Dash action on to get to a point, attempting to throw some daggers at it, at a disadvantage. The dagger, the first one, misses, but the second one certainly hits as he sneakily strikes the creature, compensating for the initial failure...

Worried for her adoptive brother, - Belli gets close to danger and tries to cast sleep on the creature. Sadly, the thing is not yet close to a low enough damage and just shakes off the drowsiness.

A desperate Belli winds up giving Mournimar inspiration with the help of All-Star.

The blue fist’s turn, next, Amelia makes a dash and throws two darts at the creature, while maneuvering between it and the cliffside. Given the noise, she can definitely tell that anothero ne of these things is fast approaching.

Burk rages and charges the tentacles, throwing a javelin at the creature. With a small person fury, the creature gets struck. With the power of another javelin, he hits the fucker again.

With Mournimar unmoving, he gets lifted around and waved by the creature. Mournimar screams for help as Luctan charges in with shortswords East Ender and West Wounder.

Determined to rescue his taller friend, Luctan reverse grips the blades and leaps at the monster. Slash, slash, slash, slash! There is no mercy at the hand of the crimson fighter as he slices up the monster in a flurry. The closer he gets, the more he resembles a sentient blender, spinning the swords like a dual blade (or a light saber staff. Or Agni and Rudra from Devil May Cry 3), until he gets to the beast’s head.

In a swift motion, Luctan goes 3 for 3 and decapitates the monster, he would later learn was referred to as a Flurry.

Once the monster appears dead, Luctan wastes no time and carries Mournimar back to the carriage. And just in time as the second one climbs over and proceeds to contine from where it’s compatriot had begun.

Not noticing Amelia, however, it walks around her, allowing itself to be struck by the Air Genasi Monk .For that, the monster tries to catch her. Realizing the threat, it It grapples Amelia and she fails to save herself as she suffers the same kind of damage as Mournimar had before her.

Seeing Burk as close by, it reaches and takes him in it’s grip as well, immobilising the raging barbarian. With it’s last attack, it attempts to catch the source of it’s companion’s death, but Luctan moves just far back enough to only feel the whipping strike of the Flurry.

Frustrated, the monster screeches and a terrified Ficus goes to grab and yeet his daggers. Though, because he’s in range, he almost gets caught. The first time. He then gets hit and minimal damage to the helpful boy.

A desperate Belli tries to use Shatter on the thing, wanting to rescue her family and friends. With It takes 7 damage at the noise of “Baby Baby Baby”.

The tieflings try to convince Belli to step back. But she refuses to get out of the way. But she refuses to give ground. From where she is, all she can do is just give inspiration to Burk as Amelia’s attempts to fight in this grappled state.

Pulling her darts out, she flings them, one after the other, missing and hitting respectively, at the back of the thing’s roots, only causing it further anger.

Raging, still, Burk brings out the pain axes and starts going Lumberjack on the Flurry! Strike after strike, after strike, after strike, Burk smashes the thing with the axe, bringing a hell of a lot of damage and by the end, with addition of the armor, Burk deals 33 damage. Though injured, this pisses the monster off all the more.

Amelia manages to free herself, thanks to Burk’s distraction, but this all the more inconveniences the green ball of rage, as the attention on him keeps him from suceeding as well.

Leaping out of the carriage, Mournimar makes some distance, sheathing his blades and pulling out Savon’s Bow. The bow, gifted to him by the centaur of the same name.

Thanking Luctan, Mournimar aims and fires arrow, after arrow, sending them flying true into the tangly body of the horror show the party was having to deal with right now.

On Luctan’s turn, he starts chopping like a madman. Several brutal strikes with both East Ender and West Wounder, missing only twice

The angry creature attacks with, appropriately, a flurry of tentacle attacks.

Amelia gets smashed, Burk gets grounded, Luctan gets whipped, but not grappled and poor Ficus gets captured and critically knocked around by the beast’s powers.

Limp, in it’s grasp, Ficus goes unconscious and steps close to death’s door.

Belli refuses to let her older brother, her last remaining blood family, die!

With the power of her healing words, she brings him back to consciousness and, now very muc pissed off by the abomination’s horrific actions so far, she mocks it. Viciously. With all the force that the Vicious Mockery entails as the creature just. Looks legitimately downtrodden by her commentary and releases her from it’s grip.

With her free, Luck begs her to move back to safety as Amelia can, but only throw her darts again and again. The impact causes a crack to appear at the back of the beast’s skull, forcing it to shriek wildly and madly.

It flails, both Amelia and Burk, forcing the monk into an unconscious state and Burk to suffer all the damage he can, due to his gripped and stunned self.

In retaliation, Mournimar fires the bow again and connects with one of two arrows.

And it is then that Luctan brings the end to the battle.

East Ender and Westwounder in hand, he starts jumping up the thing’s tentacle limbs, cutting, slashing and chopping as he closes in on the monster’s head. And much like it’s twin, he removes said head after a spinning slash attack.

The monster falls in a gore of it’s blood and vines, while Luctan lands. He wastes no time and runs over to Amelia, who, along with Ficus, have suffered strange black scarring from the monster’s attacks.

Luctan pulls out his Greater Restoration potion and feeds it to the blue monk, bringing her back to consciousness, before taking her back to the carriage.

Eveyrone comes together at their vehicle and the party proceeds to make mild recuperations as they try to get their bearings, over what had just happened.

Arguments go around between Mournimar, Belli and Ficus over who should drink potions, with the boys much more wanting her to have herself a drink. All the while this happens, a vengeful Rimefang flies over to the remains of the second Flurry and gives it a good slapping with his tail as payback for all the hurt it had put on his green papa.

While Belli brings out Orion as a comfort animal for herself and Amelia, alongside Archie’s presence, Luctan makes sure to calm the elf baby with funny faces and voices, seeing as this had been the second time the little one had to deal with terrifying noises and the sounds of violence.

He manages to calm him down, before handing him over to Amelia.

Tired, but determined, he goes to inspect the monsters for any possible loot or identification. He eventually returns, having collected Amelia’s darts and Burk’s javelins, handing them to their respective owners, before he brings out the amulet he had found on one of the things.

Possibly from a previous meal, they identify the amulet as belonging to a follower of Keemis, the goddess of Birth and Death. A snake, eating it’s own tail, the cycle of life.

Luctan decides to keep the pendant for now, until further prodding, as they collectively agree to just. Get the fuck out of here.

He takes the baby and the reigns, accepting the thanks from his friends. Though they were not necessary. It was the right thing to do, of course. Dive in head first and chop like a mad hatchetman at these monsters, all to free his fellows.

With four heads now occupying the Bag of Colding, Luctan decides to ask the next town over about a follower of Keemis going missing or something along those lines. Maybe get some feedback on the monsters themselves and if there is something they need to worry about, regarding Amelia and Ficus’ injuries.

It takes a while, but at some point, along the way, they reach a hill, servicable for camping. Tired, bruised and beaten up, but victorious, they settle down for the evening, with a fire and food, deciding on the turns of watch service.

Luctan and Amelia go first and, while everyone gets situated and napping, Amelia approaches Luctan.

Amelia thanks Luck for what he did during the fight. He just says she’d do the same. During their conversation, Luctan admits that he doesn’t follow any of the gods. Legal or Illegal. He doesn’t appreciate their inactivity and allowing things to happen as they do. He muses on how they became gods and on the future he wants to bring to the little one. Amelia agrees that there needs to be justice for him and that they will do the best they can.

He thinks of the amulet he has, considering to give it to Amelia. But decides to hold onto it for now. Seeing as he speant his for on her, Amelia hands Luctan a Normal healing potion (2d4+2).

As their watch ends, Luctan brngs Mournimar up and awake to have a go at night watch.

With the two sleeping, Mournimar has a conversation, bonding with Ficus. They discuss today’s battle and the pain they had experienced. Mournimar is at least glad that he will know how to fight them from this point onward.

Nodding, Ficus thanks Mournimar for protecting Belli and gives him a thumbs up, awkwardly. Honestly, Mourni would give his entire life for Belli, ok?! He’ll make sure she gets her happy ending.

Matter of factly, Ficus tells Mournimar he set up an alarm system, around the area they resided, in case someone tried to attack them again. (Hell yeah, Alarm!)

They agree that there is too much cult activity, yo. The two bond over their family woes. Mournimar wishes his father was still alive. Having Mourni’s backstory is not fun. He hopes his dad miraculously survived and he just didn’t stick around to see if that was the case.

Mournimar has his head stuck in the past, Ficus states. “Don’t let the things you had make you forget what you have now.” After this wisdom from the Half-Orc rogue, the two seperate for rest times. Ficus evidently still very sore from all the damage he took. And Mournimar tries to eliviate some of that, curing the man of some wounds.

Burk’s watch comes next and frankly? He isn’t impressed by the time he spends awake. It’s nice, quiet and peaceful. Or as he would consider it - boring. With a sleepy Rimefang at his side, Burk just waits until dailight slowly approaches, to wake Belli for her turn, seeing as she always usually takes the last one, for her chef duties.

And creates French Toast. NARAH TOAST!

With the party waking, they can agree on a few things.

They still feel stiff from the previous night, they are much closer to Crystalgate... And they feel they’ve learned somethings, along the way.

Why?

Because the party is now Level 7!

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astrclisms-blog · 6 years ago

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You are everything I despise about what roleplaying has become. A bunch of stuckup private people. Roleplaying used to be about making friends and having fun. The RPers choose YOU not the other way around, you can be selective about who you want to rp with but ignoring people because you aren't following them yet? Before they even have a chance? For just saying hello? Disgusting. The RPC needs to shun private rp blogs and go back to being open and RP with everyone.

How are we suppose to become mutuals if I’m not allowed to interact with you? And I’m a side blog… It’s impossible to find new people to rp with.

What do you think of me meme? - Accepting

Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.

I’m putting these both here because from what I can gather… These asks are both sent by the same person simply because of how close they where time frame wise when I received them along with how similar the writing is. Plus I believe you’re the same individual who sent me an ask related to this back in January. Here’s the ask if anyone is curious. And if you are the same person who sent this I encourage you to read my response to your previous ask as well as this one as I doubt you even read it. And even if you aren’t the same anon as before, please read it because it will give some insight to some of the things you’ve questioned I believe.

Anyways. To answer the the small ask I sent that I have put in this post just so I didn’t have to make two posts about this. The part about being a side-blog. My rules literally state the following in relation to any and all side accounts.

The General Info Section

The Following/Unfollowing Section

If you have a personal account with a side-account. Tell me. But if you’re an RP account who just so happens to have a few side RP accounts as well, then there’s a good chance I know that you do. Lucky for you anon is that if you are in dead a follower (which I’m pretty certain you are if I’m being honest) I at this current moment and time know which followers of mine have a side account.

Enough about that however. Onward to the big ask now. And the response to this one is going to be extremely long so I apologise in advance but I do hope you read it.

To start of. It’s kind of obvious you haven’t read my rules in the slightest. Specifically because I state the following in my rules in the first section might I add:

The General Info Section

If you don’t like how I run MY account. Then go. Leave. It’s literally stated in my rules right there. I don’t have time for people like you. In fact, I don’t even wish to befriend people like you who act like an entitled brat. What makes you think you’re entitled to my time at all? News flash hun. You aren’t. You aren’t entitled to my time in any way shape or form. That’s like saying every stranger you walk past MUST say hello to you. The real world doesn’t work like that at all. You are NOT entitled to my time. You are NOT entitled to write with me. You are NOT entitled to befriend me. You are NOT entitled to receive anything from me in the end. That is life. You are NOT entitled to anything from me or anyone else.

Now lets address your message and I’ll do so by looking at it in parts. Mainly the parts that greatly stick out to me.

‘A bunch of stuckup private people‘

Now. I don’t consider myself stuck up in the slightest. Some people might think I am due to howI run my account but then again we have different views on people and that is life and it happens. But let me elaborate as to why I am private and to an extent selective. I am private and selective because I don’t wish to clutter my dash with people I don’t want to write with or see myself interacting with at all. It’s why I prefer to interact with mutuals only and am picky with who I follow at times.

I used to not do this and write with everyone. But I got overwhelmed. On one account I had 1.3k followers and starter calls could get like 20-30 likes sometimes and it just wasn’t doable. I couldn’t do it and people would get mad at me if I didn’t write them a starter. It took a massive toll on me mentally and emotionally when I ran my accounts like this in the past.

I am private for my own health and safety. So I’m not overwhelmed by threads and so I don’t have to force myself to write with fandoms I don’t know/aren’t a fan of. So I don’t feel overwhelmed with interactions and stress when I can’t interact with everyone who wants to write with me. That’s just a few of the reasons I am private. I can’t speak for everyone but generally people are private and selective for many different reasons. People have different experiences during their years of roleplaying and because of that they become private for many different reasons.

Me becoming private and selective was due to my own health and safety in the end.

‘The RPers choose YOU not the other way around’

So, from what I gather from this. You’re basically saying that ‘people get to choose to interact with me if they want to but I myself can’t choose who I want to interact with’. Like correct me if I am wrong but from what I am gathering, that’s exactly what you’re implying. Implying I don’t get to have a choice in who I wish to interact with.

Fun fact. That is highly toxic behaviour and view points my dear anon. If you think that, think that it’s okay for you choose to follow me but then state I can’t choose if I want to follow or interact with you, that I should interact with you just because you show interest! Then you shouldn’t be rping in the first place because guess what? People can pick who they wish to interact with.

That’s like saying to someone you meet ‘I have chosen to be your friend but you don’t get to decide if you want to be my friend or not you are my friend and that is that’. Like do you see how unrealistic that is? See how toxic that is? No one would be your friend if you did that! As I’ve already said. You’re NOT entitled to my time. No one is. And at the same time, I’m NOT entitled to peoples time either. If people don’t want to follow me back or interact with me because they aren’t interested in who I write or how I run my account? That is fine as it is life. You aren’t going to interact with or want to interact with every rpier out there and every rpier out there isn’t going to interact with or want to interact with you.

‘You can be selective about who you want to rp with but ignoring people because you aren’t following them yet? Before they even have a chance? For just saying hello?’

So the continuation to the statement from above! Now with this part you’re saying that I CAN be selective with people? Only to go on and state I’m ignoring people before giving them a chance when I am being selective! My dear anon you have no idea what I do when I consider following someone so here is a break down because I look at every account as an equal if they follow me first. Same if I go looking through accounts and follow them first. So.

I look at new followers when I get the opportunity as I am not here at all hours of the day and even then sometimes I’m too tired to read peoples information. In general I tend to skim bios and rules first. See how long they are. Sometimes I don’t have the ability to read a lot of information in one go so if there’s a lot of information I make note of the account to look back at once I’m able to read a lot of information in one go. I read rules and bios pages. Then verses and headcanon pages if you have them. If it’s a multi-muse I tend to read the bios on the muses I’m interested in interacting with and skim over other muses to see if there’s the chance to interact with them. Next. I look at your posts. I look at how you write your muse, to see your style of writing. I look at your ooc posts to see what you’re like as a person to see if you vague or complain about the rpc. I look to see if you’ve got drama and callout tags and see if you actively participate in stuff like that as well. I tend to not follow people who participate in a lot of drama or vague/complain about the rpc quite a bit because I don’t want that on my dash. If I am interested in interacting I will follow you or follow back. If not I will not follow you at all. I tend to not follow people who seem to ship with one particular muse for my own comfort as I don’t want to essentially become ship fodder. If you write in a fandom I am not interested in or fond off I tend to not follow either. I also don’t follow if people don’t cut their rp posts because I don’t want my dash getting clogged by a thread that has like 20+ reblogs to it.

I don’t ignore followers. I do look at them when I can. I’m not the fastest person at doing so but yeah. I do look at them and see if there is the possibility of interacting. I look at accounts and give each one a chance by looking at them all fairly and in the end decide if I WANT to follow them or not and interact with them.

So yeah anon. You’re right with I can be selective because it is my account. I get to do what I want with it. And if I don’t follow you, then it either means I haven’t checked your account out or I don’t have an interest in following/interacting with you because of some of the following. And with how you are acting, I don’t even want to interact with you in the slightest.

Also. I can assure you, that if you are the person who sent that last anon hate. You haven’t said hello to me once on this account. You just followed and that is it. If you wanted to say hello you’d have sent an ask of anon or on anon while stating your side account or even sent me a DM instead. If you are the person then I’m pretty sure you sent an ask stating your side account on my last account. Maybe things could have been different if you approached me privately but no. We went done the road of hate and trying to guilt trip me again!

I know I reblogged this meme. Asking for peoples honest opinions about myself. Like if you genuinely didn’t like how I wrote or acted I’d have accepted it because not everyone is gonna like everyone. But I didn’t think I’d get an anon like this again. On how I ran my account considering it’s my account and no one elses and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.

So in conclusion anon. Leave. Get out. Skedaddle the fuck away because I will never want to interact with someone like you. Someone who acts like an entitled fucking brat and thinks I should interact with them just because they decided to follow me. Thinking that must mean I have to follow and interact with them too. Fuck no. It states it in my rules about shit like this and I’ll even show it for you.

The Following/Unfollowing Section

Right there. There you go. It states right there on the topic of following and if you don’t believe me go ahead and look in my rules as it’s right there along with the other screenshots I made at the beginning of this ask.

Just. Unfollow me. I have a good idea who you are thanks to your last ask from around two months ago as stated earlier. Christ fuckin unfollow and block me again if this is you please. The only reason I think I know who this is is because of the last anon from two months ago. From when it was sent and how an account had unfollowed me and also blocked me.

If you have issues with how I ran my account or questions then you should have spoken to me privately about it. I stated that a few times in my rules which you’d have seen if you read them along with various other things you’ve mentioned in the ask. If you read my rules you’d have seen I say ‘don’t follow me’ if you don’t like how I run my account and how to interact with me if you’re a side account.

I want you to fuckin leave me alone now. You don’t like how I run my account. Congratulations. You’re human. You don’t have to like everything in the world! However!!! Doesn’t give you the right to harass me in the slightest about it or act like a fucking asshole.

I disgust you for running my account way I want to? Well guess what? You fuckin disgust me for thinking it’s okay to send this hate simply because of how I run my account and for trying to guilt me because of this. How about you stop being a fuckin melon and start acting your god damn age and not your shoe size.

If you’re still pissed of you may speak to me privately of anon to explain why you felt this was the appropriate course of action but. Send it on anon. I’m most likely going to ignore it. I don’t need fake apologies from someone hiding behind a mask. If you do genuinely feel remorse and want to explain your actions, speak to me privately. I am willing to speak and listen to you but I will not wish to follow or interact with you due to your actions so please keep that in mind.

Otherwise, if you’re just gonna send it on anon or just send me more hate and guilt then please skedaddle the fuck off to whatever planet your brain is on and never interact with me again.

#Anonymous #ooc: the space garbage has crash landed! (ooc)#; personals/non rp do not reblog #ooc: throwing an ask into orbit! (ooc asks)#; long post #; drama #tw; drama #((im not putting this under a read more for obvious reasons #i'm sorry it's so long and might obscure your dash but because of what this ask is #i believe it needs to be seen #if anyone wants it tagged to stop obscuring their dash please let me know #and I'll add the tag for you!))#((i've spent a good few hours composing this because boi #this was uncalled for))

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neothebard · 6 years ago

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My time here is done.

Most anyone reading this that just stumbled upon it don’t know who I am, but those that do know me that got this link know me very well.

Hi, I’m known on Moon Guard as Neo Starstrider, Void Elf Hunter (High Elf Paladin in a previous life) though in the past I have gone by ‘The Doctor’ Andalian Morrison, Human Chronomancer and Illusionist best known for his time in Pyrebird Sodality. As well as Cillvia ‘The Fox’ Morrison, Human Rogue who climbed the ranks of the Melrony Crime Family to become its Underboss before stabbing Selvetore Melrony in the back (both IC and OOC, get to that in a bit.) and leaving to form her own company, Morrison Shipping and Trade, aka The Morrisons. But before that, I was simply Neo, a Human Paladin from Sargeras that raided and posted penis macros in trade chat.

Why am I writing all of this? Well, I’ve come to a turning point in my life where I have to start doing things a bit differently. And the thing I need to do different is cancel my WoW Subscription.

This is going to be a long story. So if you wish to keep reading, go ahead. If you wanna skip it and go straight to my reasoning for leaving, just go until you get to the break.

I was first introduced to WoW when I was in High School. I was having a get together at my house with some friends when one of them found my computer and began to download the game onto it. I asked him what that was and he said “This is World of Warcraft.” He let me create an Undead Warrior to play with for a bit. I enjoyed it quite a bit. But it wasn’t until that summer that I really got hooked onto that game.

Another friend of mine got me to play with him. This time I played a Night Elf Druid and boy oh boy was that a fun experience leveling. I only got him to level 12 before I stopped for a few months but it was still tons of fun! After a short break, I came back and made a Human Paladin on Sargeras known as Neotar. That same friend that was playing with me before made a Night Elf Hunter named Adremmalech and we both decided that we were going to get to max level with these characters no matter what.

We leveled and leveled and we both hit level 40 the day Burning Crusade was released. To celebrate our accomplishment, we ran our level 40 mounts all the way to the Exodar from Stormwind to check out the new Alliance city. Needless to say, it was super dope! But we weren’t done. We continued the Vanilla grind to level 60, stepped through the Dark Portal for the first time and were in absolute awe. What an experience it was to see that giant pit lord standing at the bottom of the stairs. The musical score blasting in our headphones. So much fun and great memories.

We blasted up to level 70 and soon got our first taste of gearing up to raid. I had some shortcomings being a Paladin as I didn’t want to only be a healer. Luckily, Prot was developing into something fun and challenging so I took it! Our entire time in BC was spent mostly in Karazahn, Gruul’s Lair, Mag’s Lair, and Zul’Aman. He went on to raid with a group that got into Hyjal and Black Temple on a regular basis while I stayed behind (mostly due to time restraints due to school.) But it was one of the most fun times I had playing this game.

When Wrath came out, we transferred servers to Drak’theron and met a guy that to this day is one of the nicest and kindest person I’ve ever met and am proud to call my friend (he also DM’s my weekly D&D games). We became members of his guild and went all the way to ICC 11/12 Heroic with him. A lot of accomplishments made with that guy and it was a lot of fun.

But that was the peak of my raiding experience as I stopped raiding when Cataclysm came out. I still wanted to play the game but didn’t know what else to do. So I gave RP a shot. I looked up an excellent guide on wowpedia, made a mage on Moon Guard, and went to town! I walked into the Cathedral district for the first time and was genuinely amazed by all the people there, acting out their characters.

I was hooked instantly.

I quickly leveled up this mage, known as Andalian Morrison, and joined a guild that I believe was called Kingdom of Arathor. I learned so much about Arathi Highland lore being in that guild (mostly research I had done) and decided to make my mage be from Arathi. Eventually I made him an entire family: 3 older brothers and 1 older sister. Cerious, Nethran, Cillvia, and Edrayne. I eventually made Cillvia into a rogue I had and transferred her to the server where I then was approached by Selvetore Melrony to join the Melrony Crime Family.

Crime RP was a new experience for me (much like all RP was) and I learned quick that RP Fighting was full of a lot of drama if you didn’t communicate effectively. But the stories told were fun and I had fun. Though like a lot of things, this RP came with a lot of OOC drama and for better or for worse, I let it get to me and run how my RP was. Rather than talk things out with Selvetore, I plotted with his other officers and we all left and made our own guild, The Morrisons.

I can’t say if I had just left on my own if things would be different but the whole experience taught me that talking things out with your guild mates might end in someone leaving but it’s better than essentially ruining someones day through shady means.

Running the Morrisons was challenging. We didn’t know exactly what we wanted to be. Half of us wanted to be crime RPers, the other half just wanted to be entertainers. Either way, we did our best. I ended up disbanding due to time restraints IRL but eventually I came back around on Andalian and joined up with the Pyrebird Sodality, the GM being Kenny.

Kenny was a lot of fun to be around and still is a very creative person. I learned a lot about RP from her as well (even though I had well over a couple years of experience at that point). She taught me a lot about running a guild as well. I stuck by that guild until time ran out for it and switched then to my paladin, Neo Starstrider, freshly transferred from Sargeras.

I used my raiding experience as his backstory and eventually landed on him being a devout Champion of the Argent Crusade, joining up with House Ravenshield in the process. I never let OOC dictate my actions with this character as IC was my only driving force.

Eventually Neo cut ties with the Crusade due to their inability to do anything about Sylvanas and her plague. He joined up with Elizabeth Embershield and the Embershield Protectorate and that’s pretty much where his story is concluding. He will be retiring from active service to take care of himself and his kids (if Telriah so wishes it.)

I will say this about Embershield: It is the best guild I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of.

Telriah is an amazing world builder and a great friend. I love him to death and I hope he continues to run this guild well after I leave. It’s been a pleasure to work with him in building the guild up and I loved every minute of it.

Linaly, Teanuu, Ainsling, Talen, Dubz, Keak, Garion, Nesara, Elbert, Kamarill, Trisana, Walorian and even you Moonsworn, I love you all so very much and I hope you continue to be the amazing people you are.

So if you read all of that, I congratulate you on getting this far. If you skipped to this part that’s cool too. But as I said before, my time in wow has come to an end.

My reasons for quitting are as follows:

1: WoW is just not fun for me anymore. Not even RP can keep me playing this game, sadly enough. I’ve played this game for over 13 years. I had so much fun raiding and jumping into RP. But the current iteration of this game is just not appealing to me anymore. I don’t like world quests, I don’t like the rep grinds, I don’t like the raiding or the PVP. I could go on and on with a lot of the things I don’t like (and to be honest they’re probably things you read or hear about on a daily basis) but it’s just plain and simple: Wow isn’t fun for me anymore.

2: I’m studying to become an Computer Tech and all of the things that follow that path. I am also wanting to start up my YouTube/Twitch project once more and don’t want WoW to be pulling me down.

3: In July 2017, I met the woman that I want to marry. At the time that I write this, we’ve been together for 15 months. She’s moved in with me, she’s decorated the apartment, we put up a Christmas Tree (the first one I’ve ever put up since living on my own). We have a cat, I buy her roses every chance I get, I love her family and she loves mine. It’s as simple as this: Every time I’ve had a choice between wow and spending time with her, I chose her.

Well, there’s that. I hope everyone reading this enjoyed my story and enjoyed the things I had to say. If you want to keep tabs on me, I’ll still be on Discord. My Twitter, Twitch, and YouTube Handles are SgtMajorCool. I believe they’re in my profile as well if you take a gander. But that’s that.

#world of warcraft #I quit #Moon Guard #US-MoonGuard #Embershield Protectorate #SgtMajorCool

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rightfulheirofjotunheim · 4 years ago

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@deviantredhead OOC: will continue this in dms

Wait a minute... you said you're the god of what???" Samantha had most certainly heard what the man said... but it wasn't every day she encountered someone claiming to be a god.

Loki smirked and chuckled softly. “No, it‟s alright. I know it can be a lot for some to take in. I‟m the God of Mischief, among other things. But, perhaps that will take some time for you to be accustomed to. I don‟t expect for a Midgardian to be comfortable with someone such as myself so easily.”

Loki watched the woman closely, amused by the way she was so perplexed by him saying he was a God. “What can I do to prove that I‟m not lying.” He asked. “I would never lie.” Loki grinned moved his fingers subtly to make a gorgeous red rose appear. “Does this perhaps help ease some of your questions?” He asked, presenting her with the rose.

Loki frowned slightly as he watched her get the glass of wine, he had been standing behind her when she came in. He casted a spell on himself that duplicated himself. His clone stood in front of her, making her meet his gaze.

“Would my queen like to further divulge the said complications?” He asked, trying to hide his disappointment. “What ever it is that you need, I shall provide.” He said cooly. “There‟s no need to ask for forgiveness my queen.” He reassured.

“Make that two glasses of wine, if you please.” He said, watching her closely, as his clone moved as her shadow.

A feeling of relief flooded through her. “I don‟t have access to the proper security clearance to access what we need. However, I do have an idea of where it could be. Physically I could possibly get it, if only we could pinpoint the location.”

She looked into his eyes without hesitation. “Do you have some sort of sense for this

stone? Could you reach out with your mind and somehow connect with it? Surely a man of your unlimited potential and magical prowess would have such a power.”

Taking another glass down, she quietly poured him wine as well. “Would your clone like some as well?” She quipped, knowing all too well that he was casting illusions, and not quite sure why.

Loki rose a brow, he was always surprised by her. She didn‟t scare easily nor become uncomfortable like others when he used his tricks. It seemed to hardly phase her if he was really thinking about it. “No, he‟s not thirsty, just merely wondering why you avoid my gaze.” He said, truthfully, that was why he had done his spell, to make her meet his gaze. Loki hated getting bad news and for the person to deliver to not look him in the eye.

Loki nodded. “I do, you could say we are connected in a way.” He said in regards to the stone. “I would need to meditate on it for a moment and then I can give you the exact location.”He said, halting his clone spell.

‟m sorry my lord, the last thing I want is for you to be disappointed with me.” Samantha continued, her green eyes finally meeting with his. “I feel like I‟ve failed you by not fulfilling your request.”

“There‟s two possible places.” She recanted from her search. “There is a facility in Nevada and also in New Mexico. It depends on what SHIELD is standing to gain from the research.”

Quite frankly the clone gave her the heebie jeebies. She was much more comfortable with Loki himself. “I‟ll wait while you meditate my love, and then perhaps we can find it together.”

Loki raised his hand for her to cease her talking. He gently brought it to her chin and raised her head gently to look up at him. “You would be disappointing me if you had given up entirely. Which you have not, my Queen.” He said in a soothing tone.

Loki clenched his jaw when heard of where the two locations could be. “I know of the two facilities, yes. I‟ve some.... experience you could say.” He added. “This would be an easy task once I know where exactly the stone is.” Loki ceased his spell once he saw that Samantha had become too uncomfortable with his tricks.

He looked at Samantha and nodded to the kitchen. “Your Midgardian form must be famished after such a long day. Order what food you seem fit.” He said, offering her his credit card. Even though he hated Midgard, he had a large sum of money that he kept under an alias so that he could throw money at what was needed. “I shall be in my chambers, meditating while you do that. Forgive me for not joining you for dinner.” He said before locking himself away, sighing in relief as he allowed his Jotunn form to take place, his whole form diminishing along with his attire to show his true self as he went on to meditate.

A soft smile appeared upon her face as he reassured her she had not failed. “Thank you.” She said quietly, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch upon her chin.

“I assumed as much my king.” The clone disappeared, and she visibly relaxed.

Samantha sighed as he took his leave, a bit disappointed that he wasn‟t going to join her. But she understood. She took out her phone and dialed the Chinese takeout place nearby, wistfully watching the door that Loki had disappeared behind. Odd that he had to hide away. Meditation was a private thing, sure, but she felt like there was something else he was hiding from her.

Did she dare disturb him? No... that wasn‟t right. Instead she opened her laptop and tried to further think on how she could aid him in his quest, hoping that he‟d return soon.

Loki soon returned after meditating, finding the exact location of his infinity stone. A smile on his lips over the thoughts he had on working with such a piece of weaponry. He appeared behind Samantha, clearing his throat, as he gazed down at her laptop. “I really don‟t understand what you Midgardians do on that device, it seems like you could spend hours on it and never

cease.” He said, raising a brow, trying to see what she was browsing.

“I have located the inifinity stone and it is where I presumed it would be, in SHIELD‟S New Mexico Headquarters. It‟s guarded by some man who truly thinks he is a bird of some sort. I‟m not one to judge but you would think that SHIELD would have a better guard rather than some man pretending to be a hawk.” He said as he rolled his eyes.

She nodded, turning her head so that she could see the expression upon his face. “I was just perusing some online documents. Nothing exciting. And a recipe for double chocolate cheesecake.”

Her blood ran cold when she realized who Loki was talking about. Clint. Only one of her best friends. She hadn‟t counted on him being pulled to guard the stone. “Oh...” She laughed nervously. “I‟m sure he doesn‟t really think he‟s a bird. He probably just has bird like qualities.”

Uneasily she closed the laptop and turned around so that she could fully face Loki, for a moment almost losing her nerve about their agreement. “New Mexico. Is that where we go

then? Remember... you said that no one would get hurt.” As she fully looked him in the eyes though all bets were off, and she was fully back under his spell.

Samantha exhaled slowly, fingers lightly grazing his hand. “But it‟s late-surely you‟d like to go in the morning. I don‟t suppose you were planning on joining me in the bedroom?” She asked softly, eyes dark with want.

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bookwormguri · 7 years ago

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I don’t normally do this, but I’m going to take a moment to gush about Re:Creators and why I think anyone who is a creator of art should watch it, while also not-so-subtly grumbling about the reception it’s gotten. I’ll try to remain as spoiler-free as possible.

First I want to talk about my grievances so it doesn't seem like I’m incapable of seeing the flaws of the series. Although, if you’ve read any reviews about it, nothing I say will be new info.

Pacing: The biggest issue I had was with the pacing of the series. Unlike some, I don’t think the story could have been told in 12 or 13 episodes. Doing so would have made the large cast seem extremely unwieldy and would have sacrificed characterization. However, it seemed very obvious in the middle part that they struggled with pacing.

For example, I practically marathoned the series, but when I saw the preview for the next episode was a hot springs episode I stopped watching for the night, convinced that an episode like that probably wouldn’t lend much to the plot (I was right). The hot springs episode was probably by far the largest annoyance, but there were many many scenes that could have been trimmed for fat. After Mamika left, almost any scene in the bad guy’s camp had me reaching for my phone to scroll through tumblr. Those scenes lacked depth after the moral compass Mamika was gone. They mostly amounted to getting a small glimpse of a new baddy and Altair brooding and being maniacal.

Altair’s Power: Which brings me to my second biggest gripe, Altair. I love her concept. The reason for her infinite power shows that the showrunners have their pulse to fandom. I know people harp on her because she’s basically a Hatsune Miku rip-off (which, if you’re pissy about characters in this show being similar to existing characters and franchises BOI do I have bad news for you about the entire concept of this show), but I don’t think that is where her weaknesses stem from.

Part of Altair’s being is that she in infinite, almost god-like in her own right. In the universe of Re:Creators this powerset makes perfect sense and plays well into the big questions the show is asking. However, the showrunners need to remember for as meta as Re:Creators is, it is still a show. Having Altair being a walking Deus Ex Machina and coming up with a new power to perfectly counter the heroes every time is dull and gives zero constraints to her. Basically, I mean there wasn’t an ending I could see our heroes beating Altair with her infinite number of reality-bending scores. That unknown is nice for some people, but for me, it just made me afraid they were going to pull out some power of friendship bullshit at the eleventh hour.

Altair’s Motivations: I think I’m in a small camp, but I LOVE Altair’s dialogue. In the beginning, she seems like a very complicated character, the kind of wickedly smart villain that happens once in a blue moon, the kind that makes you go, “Well, they aren’t wrong, but they’re going about it all wrong.” Unfortunately, this part of her characterization gets severely played down in the second half. She turns more into a one-note villain that means nothing to defeat. In addition, since we see so much less of her in the second half it makes her resolution mean less imo (I say this and someone who cried the whole time). I adore her speech at the end. I think it was a nice callback to the line she had said only an episode or so earlier:

“Clever logic is a slave to emotion.”

And that’s what I think defines Altair as a character. She is someone who has so much despair and anger, but she justifies it with logic and simplicity. And in the end, it’s also what becomes her end. The problem is, we don’t get to see the illogical and emotional side of her often enough. Clever audience members can infer it, but this pivotal part of her character isn’t given the spotlight it needed to avoid the finale feeling OOC of her to most.

Now that we’ve gotten those out of the way, I’m free to gush and rant as much as I please! First I want to address some common critiques I’ve seen on the series:

Sota: One of the most common issues people bring up is the blandness of the “main character” Sota, or rather, the audience insert. I won’t say he is not that, but for vastly different reasons than I think others would slap that “warning” on him.

Many people are quick to label Re:Creators and reverse-isekai show. Again, I won’t argue with the genre label, but I do think that out of all the genres and themes within the series, isekai is actually pretty insignificant. Re:Creators at its core is not about “what would you do if anime characters came to the REAL WORLD,” moreover it is tackling questions about the essence of creation, media and our relation to it. So how does this relate to Sota?

I think Sota is often written off as just a “self-insert” character because that is a staple of the isekai genre, the genre that I propose is not actually that prevalent, I estimate the same with Sota. Sota is passive, yes, but he also has his own story arc and despite him saying that he is only the narrator, I think the story of Re:Creators is really all about his struggle as an artist, something I think many audience members can relate to, making him their insert. It’s not because he’s Kirito and is amazing at everything, but rather his struggles mirror our own, much more so than the larger-than-life Creations.

(Also, I don’t stand for any BS about him being a Deus Ex Machina in the final battle. He followed Re:Creators inner world logic despite it being ‘cheating’. No foul.)

The scene in episode 9 with Sota and Magane is what I showed other people to get them into the show, to show this human character break down, hear some hard truths and get back up. Also, the fact that he was able to bring you-know-who back in the final battle shows that while he feels immense guilt, he doesn’t shy away from it. He could have very easily let his own guilt make him soften his final product, but no, he wanted something real and tangible, not something to make him feel better. To me, that shows his depth as a character.

This post here also encapsulated how I feel about Sota’s character.

Exposition: Another common critique I see is about the amount of dialogue and exposition in the series. Maybe it’s just the DM and lore-junkie in me, but I’ve never minded a lot of exposition and in Re:Creators I LOVED it. Even Meteor’s long-winded explanations. I liked them because the through them the show was promoting difficult questions, the kind that would have my old existentialism professor jumping with glee. I’ve debated sending him this series for his next film class actually, but I don’t want him to know I’m anime trash.

I think a lot of people take issue with the exposition because of its often theoretical in nature. Naturally, the audience wants some payoff for these big ideas any rarely gets any. Unfortunately, that’s how philosophy rolls, yo. But if you’re someone like me who finds joy in pondering about multiple-world theory, film tropes and subversion and meta, this show scratches an itch you didn’t know you had.

I know that shows like this that don’t give you all the answers, that are subtle in the execution often get ragged on for their supposedly “poor writing,” often are snubbed, but that doesn’t make me appreciate them any less.

Now the things that I love unabashedly:

Music: Hiroyuki Sawano. Those no other reason I fucking need. Even though Aldanoah Zero turned out to be a big dumpster fire, you bet your ass I have the whole soundtrack on my iPod. Those OSTs are some of my main background music fodder for writing. There’s nothing quite like Sawano’s music that can convey hype with such a heroic and hopeful feeling

Theme: This is a story that touches on a lot of issues, artist block, feelings of inadequacy, working together creatively and above all, the power of imagination. I love that this series shows there is no shame in the real emotional connections we have when interacting with media. I also goes out of its way to show the power and value the audience brings to creations. It is a hopeful story that I think many of us can relate to.

I saw this line in another post, but I want to repeat it here; If you are a creator, an artist, a writer, a crafter, cosplayer, anything, this show is for you. It will show you how special and how important you are, how your contributions are valued and how you should continue to create despite hardships. It is a story that needed to be told, it is an important story.

Thank you for reading my babble. Talk ReCre to me!

#re:creators #re creators #recreators #meta #media studies #nats gabs

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kexax · 7 years ago

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ADVENTURE HOUR.

Hey, all. I’m Kex, and I play the Margrave Lucas Elysian on Tarnished Coast. He’s a Knight-Errant-turned-Noble after a military conquest of centaur land in the Harathi Hinterlands, and famed for his lack of any sort of political wherewithal. Choosing to leave the day-to-day governance of his tiny plot of land to a close friend, he focuses on two things: First, making sure that centaur don’t destroy the place, as is regularly attempted. Second, continuing the spirit of the ‘Knight Errant’ that had been instilled in him as a young squire.

The reason this is relevant is because this is my first time, in quite a long time, that I’m reaching out for any sort of roleplay actively. I am at my very heart a traditional “I love adventure” type roleplayer; I DM weekly games of Dungeons and Dragons, and have always ran adventure-oriented guilds on the MMOs that I played. In this regard, I’ve always found Guild Wars 2 to be lacking - not by any fault of the community, but by the mechanics inherent to the game. Where as World of Warcraft or FFXIV have wide open zones that you can run rough-shod over once you’re a higher level, GW2 scales your level to be appropriate for any zone, guaranteeing that adventuring out into the world for roleplay will be hindered by a constant swarm of mobs attacking you at a peculiarly high density. No one likes their roleplay to be interrupted constantly.

I think that, because of this, many roleplayers sort of shirked the idea of world exploration and hunkered down on their part of the map. This isn’t to say that adventure roleplay is non-existent, and I’m painting a very general picture here, but what does exist of it is very much restrained to small groups for ease of access. This has made it difficult for me personally. However, I still love the people on this game, I am attached to my characters, and I am attached to my friends’ characters, so not once have I ever considered actually leaving. This has led me into a slog of “going through the motions” roleplay-wise, generally biding my time for scraps of roleplay that aren’t tickling my niche.

So today I’m doing something about that.

INTRODUCING: ADVENTURE HOUR.

The idea: I love serial adventures. Not necessarily long, grandiose plots that require constant devotion from a large group of people (though, those are cool too), but rather small “one-off” adventure plots that have a definite beginning and end that can be achieved within a few hours or days after the roleplay starts.

I would like to DM adventures for you. These would take place over Discord for ease, and shouldn’t last incredibly long. Your involvement in the set-up can be as little or as much as you’d like; if you want to be surprised, you can simply say “My character is X, I am down for adventure, surprise me”, and I will. I’ll message you with an opening scene, and we’ll go for there. If you want to be a bit more hands-on, you can tell me what kind of scene you’re looking for, and we can 100% entwine it with your character’s long term plot arcs in a meaningful way.

What am I looking to gain out of this?

ADVENTURE. It suits my adventure-fantasy fancy. As a big ol’ nerd and storyteller, I’ve always loved the genre. It’s something I’ve long considered myself decently proficient at, and I’m more than excited to indulge in this on the online RP community for the first time in a few years.

Connections. Lucas is a character that is less than personable, his friendships don’t often flourish based on chance conversation. There usually has to be a deeper substance, and there’s nothing that can force a relationship between two characters like accidentally ending up on an adventure together. Plus, we get to be friends OOC <3 (hi)

Interest. I hope that it’ll rekindle my interest in long-term roleplay, which is something I’ve struggled with for well over a year now.

What do you stand to gain from this?

First, you get to hang out with me. Nice.

Second, you get someone who is willing to tailor an entire adventure to suit your whims. So, that’s pretty rad - I don’t think that’s an invitation that’s extended terribly often. Is your character going through a long-term arc surrounding the death of their family? If you want me to, I’d be happy to write an adventure that somehow ties into that. Do you want some sort of event to instill fear or guilt into your character, and make them re-evaluate their priorities or what matters to them? I can help with that, too. It’s a perfect set-up for you to say to yourself, “What do I want to incorporate into my character’s life to help them grow and progress?”, and I am more than happy to be a part of that. It can be an item, a person, an emotional event - anything. Tell me what you want and I’d be happy to write it in.

Or, on the opposite scale, maybe you just want to indulge in fantasy adventure whimsy. You’re not looking for anything earth-shattering, just a fun roleplay where you can be along for the ride. That’s entirely valid as well. Really, whatever you want to do, I’m down for.

What do I need from you?

I need communication. I need to know what character you want to play, what aspects you want included into the roleplay (location, theme, if you want it to tie into your story/serve a purpose to your character, etc). I need to know what you want out of the experience so that I can give that to you. If you want to leave it all up to me, great! But devote yourself to that. I don’t want to crank out the prompt just to hear “Actually, that doesn’t work”. Communication up front, friendos!

I need you to work with me. I’m a DM, but that doesn’t mean the roleplay is one-sided. I’m happy to RP with anyone and everyone, but if it feels like I’m slogging through the roleplay, pulling you by the wrist, that’s a bit problematic. Now, I don’t think this’ll be a problem, anyone who reaches out probably will be into it, but I still feel the need to clarify.

I need a small commitment: Actually reply to the RP! Don’t leaving me hangin’, man. On top of this, because I’ll be running a story, you do need to relinquish a bit of control to me. Your character could be hurt, or put in danger, or go through traumatic events. However, I would never kill a character, seriously injure them, or do anything “character-altering” without explicit permission.

So, with all that said: Roleplay with me, friendo.

I can be contacted here on tumblr through Asks or Messages.

In game, I’m Kexax.4567.

On discord, I’m Kex#4375.

Don’t feel nervous or hesitant to reach out. Literally just tell me “I’M HERE FOR ADVENTURE HOUR” and I’ll be down to clown. Depending on how many people contact me about this, I might need to make a pseudo-waiting-list. That is to say, if I have five people reach out at once, I probably won’t be able to juggle all of that; I’ll probably never be running more than three adventures at a time for the sake of my mental health and making sure each RP is fulfilling. However, I should get around to everything eventually.

But maybe I’m being presumptuous with a number like five. Regardless!

Come get roped into adventure with Lucas, purposely or accidentally.

#friggen wutever

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estelliathealchemist-blog · 7 years ago

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(OOC. Though, RP related.)

(So recently, my friends and I found a mod of D&D. It’s pretty much D&D but Naruto. All of us being life long Naruto fans, we felt obligated to give it a shot. It was easily the best decision we have made all summer. I can safely say that this is the best irl roll20 experience I’ve ever had. And I’ve been doing table top rpgs for five years now. I’ll begin to start writing our journey from the beginning of our chunin exam until the very end of this campaign. It was just simple kids learning how to use Jutsu before chunin, so readers won’t be missing much. I hope everyone who reads enjoys! :D NOTE: All attacks and overwhelming majority of actions against players are all based on rolls. All dialogue between characters was actually role played. Story is being written/told by my friend who is DMing. I’m simply here to share the tales. This is an alternate universe of Naruto. Everything we can do is actually done in the manga/show and we shall not be bending the laws of the Naruto universe. All characters portrayed are original characters created by our DM. Though, some are direct references to heroes and villains seen through the series. Akahoshi is played by me, Kaima is played by my friend Alex, and Riyoto is played by my friend Brian.)

As the sun came to rise, the children of Team 7 would be waiting at the usual meeting spot towards the gates for Obara Sensei. “You ready for the Chunin, guys?” Was heard from Riyoto as he spotted the first patch of aspiring Chunin down the road from the gates of the village. Kaima shot a cocky snicker to Riyoto as he scanned the shinobi from afar. “I’ve been ready, bud.” A shit-eating grin began to grow across his face as he would repeatedly flip a single rio around his fingers. Akahoshi’s head raised from sharpening his kunai and looked towards the incoming shinobi. “We’ll win. We easily surpass our classmates back at the academy.” He added. Before there could be any other talk, they heard an all too familiar voice right behind them, “Anxiety, cockiness, and arrogance. Ahh, the youth. This is what will get you killed in the Forest of Death!” A hand would go across all their heads swiftly. Giving them not time to react. They’d all turn around and look to Obara. Akahoshi and Kaima having a face filled with fury. While Riyoto simply shot him the ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ stare.

“Oh... Good morning!” Obara sensei said cheerfully. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?” Akahoshi and Kaima had said nearly in sync. “It’s to snap some sense in you too! The Forest of Death is no man’s land. There are quite a few casualties per-year. You are my first batch of students and I will do anything in my power to make sure you all make it out of there alive.” His tone was very calm as his students looked to him in anger. His right pointer finger shot up and pointed right in the direction of the shinobi making their way to the village gate. “You have shinobi traveling from the Sound Village, Rain Village, Rock Village, and many more. Some of which will be knowledgeable of many more jutsu than you. Some will be forgiving and allow you to walk free if you give up a scroll. Others will kill you for it, even if you surrender.” The three stayed silent. They all realized what he said was very true. Obara cleared his throat before speaking once again, “Now... Don’t train, you need to save your energy. Spend the rio you earned on your previous mission on some supplies, grab some good food, and then head to the exam registry.” He’d drop them a small pouch of rio so they’d be able to purchase a quality meal. As the small baggy hit the dirt ground, he’d begin to walk off. Kaima picked it up and signaled the two to follow. “Common’, let’s make the most of this before registry.”

A few hours have passed since Team 7 walked off. They had each gotten three delicious bowls of ramen, kunai, and some shuriken. They had arrived to the exam and registered. The first part of the exam was smooth sailing, each of them passing the written portion of it pretty fairly well. With the bullshit over, the reckless or stupid aspiring shinobi disqualified, they had all been brought before The Forest of Death. They were given 30 minutes to formulate a strategy and be debriefed by their sensei. “Alright, Team 7! Listen carefully cause this part can cost you your lives. You will be starting here for the exam. The scroll you will be given is the Earth Scroll. In order to pass section two of the exam, you will have to get an opposing team’s heaven scroll. Once you obtain it, you must locate The Tower and put the two together. The tower is located at the center of the forest. Once together at the tower, preform the hand signs that were taught to you just a few minutes ago, and it will summon me. Once I am summoned, you have officially passed the second part of the Chunin exam.” There was a pause. He’d carefully look to his students. Being sure they clearly understand the gravity of the situation. Obara Sensei would begin to speak once more. This time, his tone much more serious. “Remember, people will be aiming to get your scrolls no matter the cost. This isn’t the village. This is bandit country, kids. You must be on your guard no matter what.” There was a pause. The young shinobi hadn’t given off the slightest bit of anxiety. But it was sure built up inside. “Any other questions?” He asked one more time. Without hesitation, Akahoshi spoke. “Sensei, is there any possibility that you can tell us where we are starting?” Obara looked to Akahoshi. Temptation was visibly in his eyes. Though, he refrained from giving the info out. “I’m sorry, kids. But I’m forbidden to give you that information. A good shinobi must be able to find out where he is in any situation. Any other questions?” The three stayed silent. Unable to think of anything else. Obara had clapped his hands together. “Well, with that said. Here are your supplies.” He’d open the crate before them. “Each of you will receive three food rations and four food pills.” The team grabbed their items quick. What was actually minutes felt like hours for the shout to go. “Shinobi! Stand ready!” An official judge of the exam had said behind them. Team 7 could barely see the other teams to their left and right. They sure spread out the teams. This gave them a good idea of how big the Forest of Death truly is. “BEGIN!” Team 7 quickly ran. Then jumping over the large fence and into The Forest of Death.

Team seven has traversed through the forest for some time now. Unsure of where they are, or who they may encounter.... Or what they may encounter. Kaima having his byakugan active, he had looked carefully for any close signs of chakra from shinobi or scrolls. “Guys, we’re getting close to multiple chakra sources!” He told the group. Akahoshi nodded to him. “Understood. Bring us to the source, Kaima!” As they swiftly jumped through the trees, they’d allow Kaima to take the lead. Hopefully leading them to what will be fairly easy opponents.

They had gotten to the source silently. They had stayed hidden in the branches and cloaked by the leaves. At that moment, Kaima’s face had grown weary. Akahoshi would be staring down the group as well, trying to identify them to the best of his ability. However, Riyoto had been scanning the surrounding branches. Soon spotting the uneasy look on Kaima’s face. “What’s wrong, Kaima?” He asked in a very quite tone. Kaima had taken a very deep breath before breaking the bad news to him. “Those aren’t just random shinobi, Riyoto. Those are our friends, team two.” He said somewhat painfully. Riyoto had slowly nodded, “What do we do, then?” There was silence as they all continued to look them down. Do they ambush their friends? Or do they leave them be? What if there is no other heaven scroll for a very long time, they all asked themselves. As the moments went by, they’d finally hear team two speak. “We know you’re there, opposing shinobi. Show your faces or we will force you to.” Team Seven froze up. Unable to think what may happen. They all dropped from the trees right before Team Two. It was a grim stare down for quite a few seconds. Finally, Akahoshi had say something. “We will go our way, Doumatsu. We were unaware that it was you who we found.” Doumatsu’s eyes turned to Akahoshi. “Hm? Is that so? Well, we are in need of our second scroll. Hand yours over, and this will go easy.” Akahoshi’s friendly expression went to angry in less than a second. “I’ll say it again, Doumatsu.. We will be leaving now.” Doumatsu simply laughed at them, “Guys, we are friends, yes. But this is the Chunin exam... And it would seem that we are much more eager to win than you guys.” The tension was up to eleven. If fast enough, they could have disengaged. However, Akahoshi’s Uchiha arrogance had got the best of him. “You will not put me down to the level of a coward.” He exclaimed to Doumatsu. His eyes closed, and his tone cocky. However, the moment he opened his eyes, it would no longer be the calm hazel eyes that Akahoshi bared. It was his Sharingan with two tomi and each eye. And so, the battle began between the two friend groups.

With his handsigns nearly unreadable due to his speed, Doumatsu took the first step. “Sand Tomb Jutsu!” He shouted in the direction of the group. Without having anytime to react, Kaima had been trapped in his sand tomb! They had to work fast to get him out of there or else he’d be as good as dead. “Alright, Kage! Time to kick some ass!” Riyoto said to his cat on his shoulder. A howling meow was heard from the cat as he charged forward. Riyoto passed right through Doumatsu and was heading straight for his weapon specialist teammate, Nagahama. “ Man-Beast Taijutsu: Fang Over Fang Justu!” Riyoto screamed ferociously. Nagahama’s parrying capabilities were no match for this nasty jutsu. She’d have gotten sliced in all directions. Then sent flying and smashing her back into a tree. Falling unconscious on impact. Akahoshi darted right for Doumatsu. Not holding back what-so-ever. “Water Style: Demon Appetite Jutsu!” He said as he charged towards Doumatsu. A puddle had appeared right under the enemy shinobi. Quickly turning into the mouth of a sea monster with dagger-sharp teeth biting down on his lower body at once. Doumatsu had screamed in agonizing pain as the monster-head turned back into mere water right below him. The once clean water now having a heavy mix of his blood. It was enough for the Jutsu to be broken. Kaima would have broken free, gasping for air and yelling in pain. “You motherfucker!” He said to him furiously. But Kaima was not getting a break quite yet. There last team member, Haru, would be blind-siding Kaima. “Poison needle shot!” Haru threw his puppet forward, having it precisely hit Kaima in vital points. He’d drop to his knees with a grunt. This kid sure wasn’t getting a break. Doumatsu and Haru began to approach Kaima, preparing to finish him off. “Don’t think I’d go down that easily...” He said to them. They’d both raise a brow to him, wondering what he could possibly do. In a few seconds, he’d launch himself high in the air. Looking directly below him. “Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!” He said mid-air as he preformed the handsigns with fast movement. Pulling 20 kunai from his pouch, he threw them both directly at the two. Following by a nasty blast of fire to send the flaming kunai at a frightening velocity. Doumatsu was fast enough to sub it. Haru however, was not. To protect himself from certain death, he threw his puppet before him. Allowing it to take the brunt of most of the kunai. Fortunately for him, he had survived such a nasty jutsu with no sever injuries. The however part of it was, his puppet was unrecognizable. Rendering the shinobi almost useless from here on out.

As Kaima fell to the soil all he could wonder was where the hell Doumatsu had gone off to. He began to heard something heavy fly behind. As he turned around to see what it was, it was Doumatsu’s Sandstone Fist jutsu. Smashing Kaima directly in the gut and sending him flying. Kaima hit the ground still alive, but in critical condition. Riyoto would leave Nagahama be as she was passed out. He ran back to take on Haru or Doumatsu. As he stood a decent distance from Doumatsu, the cocky shinobi looked to him. “Hm? What will you and that cat do, Riyoto? My sand armor can stop most nasty attacks!” Riyoto stood strong, ignoring the attempted intimidation with a cocky smirk. “Lightning Strike Jutsu!” He yelled as he preformed the hand signs. A deadly bolt of lightning had shot from his pointer and middle finger. What usually would have shocked a normal shinobi their level onto their feet, simply left a chip into the strong sand armor. Doumatsu laughed to Riyoto as his eyes widened in surprise to the fortification of Doumatsu’s armor. As Haru began to run up to Doumatsu in attempts to aid him, Akahoshi had appeared before him. “Not so fast, Haru.” Akahoshi said in an arrogant tone to him as he landed on the ground. “You’ll be taking on me.” He raised both fists to his face. One of his hands holding a kunai. “So be it, Akahoshi!” Haru replied to him. Standing ready for what is to come. After several hand signs, Akahoshi spawned two water clones, both heading right for Haru. As they charged him, he’d follow up with another jutsu. “Water Blade Jutsu!” Haru heard as the moisture in the air formed into a blade in Akahoshi’s hand. He had not forgotten about the clone’s, though. Simultaneously, they attempted to strike him. But failed horribly, each clone being counter attacked and turning back into water. The distraction worked, though. The water-made katana made a clean cut down Haru’s chest. He’d disengage with a back-flip and pull two Wakizashi from his side. “Two can play at that game!” He said as he charged back to Akahoshi. The two would be would have constantly been blocking and parrying each other for this phase of the battle.

Back to Riyoto and Doumatsu about thirty meters away, Riyoto tries his best to block his vulnerable comrade from Doumatsu. The sounds traversed the skin of his body as his stare of death pierced Riyoto and aimed straight for Kaima. Riyoto so caught up in guarding Kaima’s life, completely neglected the fact that Nagahama was still alive. “Is that how you treat all woman!?” Echoed through the perimeter of battle as she went to strike Riyoto with multiple clones. Two would kick him right in the face right before Nagaham had actually appeared right before him. “Secret Weapon Technique: Rolling Star!” As she was mid-air before Riyoto, she’d take her nodachi with both hands and do flurry of forward flips. Consistently striking his chest and abdomen. He’d stumble back, blood spurting from his mouth. His cat screaming as he tried to stay atop Riyoto. As she looked back to Kaima, she’d pull a kunai from her side. “Hold it, Kaima. We’ll let you off right now if you hand us that scroll.” He then looked to her. His pale Hyuuga eyes weak from his injuries. He’d make an attempt to get up. As he did, she’d throw the kunai directly at him. He’d poof and the kunai hit a block of wood! “That fucker substituted it!” Doumatsu yelled in an annoyed tone. They began to peer around, searching for him. His substitution was just about perfect. He’d manage to get high up in the branches, giving him some time to swallow three of his food pills. He quickly regenerated energy, and his sever wounds mended. “Time to show them what I’m about..” He whispered to himself. He launched himself from the branches and right in front of her. Standing before her with open palms and a smile of vengeance. “Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms!” Within the blink of an eye, he’d dash close to her. His fists striking all her chakra points with speed of the wind. On the thirty second punch right into her abdomen, there would be an audible crack heard. She’d be launched into the air as blood gushed from her mouth. She had landed right on her back in critical condition. Doumatsu had not taken the attack lightly, reading for him to be next.

Akahoshi was still fending off Haru, each of them getting cut up by their attacks. As well as many blade collisions. As Akahoshi heard Kaima use his gentle fist art, he knew now was the time to strike. With all the sturdy sand armor Doumatsu had on him, there was no way they were going to be able to take all three on at once. He took this to his advantage and would try to play a mental game from here. Both blades had collided once more. Both being held right in front of their faces. He took this advantage to use his right tomo. “Look into my eyes, puppet master..” He said in a clam tone. Haru could not avoid the genjutsu on it’s way. He had stared Akahoshi right in the eyes. In Haru’s mind, he was back in his home town. The streets were barren as he looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. And there he was. Haru’s little brother, standing right before him. Being mangled and mauled by six different puppets. “Your art, Haru... It’s killed me!!!” He screamed to his older brother as he saw all his spare puppets begin to slowly mutilate his four year old brother. Haru fell to his knees in tears. He was re living the past all over again. That faithful day where he tested his puppet on his brother in a fit of rage. The day that will haunt him forever. In Akahoshi’s eyes, he was just on his knees screaming at nothing. He jumped to the trees, readying what was possibly their only option of a casualty-free victory. It all came down to this! Nagahama getting back up in attempts to aid Haru, Doumatsu readying to take Riyoto head-on, Akahoshi hidden in the branches, and Haru stuck in a genjutsu. Akahoshi came down from the trees, right behind Nagahama. He’d quickly grab a kunai and hold it to her throat. Kaima would do the same, except with Haru. Riyoto sat down, injured. Watching what was hopefully the finale unfold. Akahoshi stared down Haru with a vindictive look, “Surrender the Heaven Scroll now and we will spare your allies. If not, we’ll slit their throats faster than you can use any jutsu.” His tone was serious. His look guaranteed that they were no longer fucking around. Doumatsu began to sweat in anxiety. His heart racing in the situation. It truly came down to them having to surrender. There was no way he’d just let his allies die. “Fine! You guys win this one... The heaven scroll is in Haru’s back pouch. Just take it and go.” Kaima nodded. He’d reach down into the back pouch of Haru and pull a scroll. However, it seems Doumatsu forgot that Kaima’s byakugan was active. He saw no chakra in the scroll. He shot Doumatsu a furious look, “It was a bluff! It’s in Nagahama’s back pouch!” Doumatsu panicked; his back was truly against the wall at this point. So flustered that he let his guard down. One of Kaima’s cinder clones had sneaked behind Doumatsu and grabbed him by the neck, holding a kunai to it. “Give us a reason not to kill you, Doumatsu!” Kaima insisted. Doumatsu was in complete panic, unable how to handle the situation. Every word he tried to spit out he simply choked on. “Knock them all unconscious.”

Akahoshi ordered. In sync, they took the back of their kunai and bashed it into the back of each of their heads. Akahoshi dropped Nagahama and Kaima dropped Haru. The cinder clone would blow away with the wind and Doumatsu would fall to the ground face-first. “They tried to decieve us. We don’t just take the scroll, we take their supplies.” Kaima told the team as he dug through Haru’s gear. Riyoto had taken food pills as the tension was at it’s peak, giving him some time for his wounds to mend. He got up and brushed the dirt off him. “Kaima, I don’t believe this is right. Take the scroll and leave them be. We are practically leaving them for dead if we take their supplies.” Akahoshi said nothing, but dug through the pockets of Nagahama and grabbed the scroll but nothing else. As he stood back up, he’d look to Riyoto. “I will not object to Kaima. Though, I won’t act on it. They insulted us as a team and proceeded to deceive us. He’s free to do what he pleases as long as he doesn’t kill them.” Riyoto had sighed, “Obara would be disappointedin you two.” Is all he said as he began to stretch. Kaima and Akahoshi had nothing to say to the comment. Once they were all ready, they had moved out. They’d travel about another mile until they found a safe area. They’d set up a cozy camp and get some rest for the night. This was only day one. They had four left and they must be ready for more urgent encounters than their one with team two. (Thank you so much for reading if you actually made it this far! It means the world considering how long it took to wrote this lol. I’ll be making part two in a day or two. Don’t wanna have too much in one post cause it can be a turn away :) Hope you stop by for next post!)

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nana-writes · 6 years ago

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“I leave you alone for five minutes!”- session 1 recap

First session was today and it was super fun, literally my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much by the time I got back home. We are a relatively small group (tho two more might be joining us!) and one of us couldn’t be there today so it was a party of only two when session started, Lor (me) and Lizian. It was also a longer session than we will probably have from now on and I’m still figuring out how one does this whole recapping thing so this turned out a tad long, and also really informal. Feel free to give me any feedback.

Okay so, we start with a job from Markov Wolf, in the city of Talra, who promises us 500gp upon delivery of this sealed letter in Walsol, the city of Mages. (IRL we are meant to be three in the group, with more possibly joining us later, but it's just two of us today cause the other person has gone home for the weekend)

We are halfway through our journey when we happen upon an upturn caravan some ways up the road. Its wheels have been removed, scrap metal and old armour and weapons have been mailed to it and someone has dug a moat half of the way around it. Now we are not stupid and choose not to engage, electing instead to just sneak around the other side of the road, through the woods. I roll a high enough stealth check to do this successively; Lizian does not and ends up shot twice.

So we are now in combat. I leave Lizian to take care of himself - he has healing magic and there is literally nothing I can do for him - and start running up to the caravan, attempting to do so in a way I won't be seen. I manage and now I'm right outside the door to the caravan. Lizien heals himself again only to be shot once more. My turn again, I kicked down the door to the caravan only to find five goblins hiding there instead of the two I'd first assumed. Still, I go for it and attempt to hit them (twice cause I'm a monk and we get to do that :p). I fail both times and the goblins taunt me. Back to Lizien, he comes closer to the caravan and now that he is in range casts a spell. It hits the two archer goblins for some damage and rocks the caravan. DM rolls for structural integrity and gets a 1 - crit fail - so one of the metal spikes falls and hits a goblin, splitting him in half. Goblins turn, the two of them in front of me are gonna stab me. They both roll really fucking high and I'm down (it's only half an hour into the session xD)

Lizien keeps engaging with the goblins with some success and I'm just rolling death saves: I save, save again, and then roll a nat 20 which means I'm back up with 1 HP. This naturally freaks out he goblins who just saw my wounds stitch themselves close but Lor doesn't care and just goes to punch one of the goblins. I succeed this time and cave his head in, killing him

Lizien's turn once more, he just attempts to intimidate the only remaining goblin. He succeeds and the goblin flees through a trapdoor we've only just now noticed, which leads to a basement they've dug up

Out of combat now, I pile up the corpses of the dead goblins on top of the trapdoor so we have time to flee and scavange around for anything useful. I get a shortbow and 60 (!) arrows

For Lor that's more than enough, all they wanna do now is leave; they are chaotic neutral and not bright at all but pretty intuitive, all they care about is their basic and indicate survival; the immediate threat is taken care of so they are just gonna leave

Lizien has a different idea. There is a bunch of oil urns around, which they'd used to attack us but like, we both have fire resistance, as well as a small fire where the oil was being warmed up. He suggests that we torch the place. After a moment's hesitation Lor agrees

We clear the area before it explodes and just wait far away enough for the fire to die down (which it does unrealistically fast, as well as it very unrealistically does not burn just the whole of the forest) and now Lor is ready to go but Lizien suggests going back inside to forage for any more treasure

We do, Lor with their new bow already notched, and we find one goblin, very much alive and looking okay, sitting on a magical cube as if it's a throne. This cube is emanating some sort of dead zone for magic, somethign Lizien had noticed before and he very much wants that cube.

Lor is trying to talk the goblin into just letting them go; Lizien is mostly antagonising him. A fight breaks out and I put an arrow through his throat, almost killing him in one shot, and definitely killing him afterwards as I punch him, tho not before he stabs Lizien hard enough to KO him

And then - and hour and a half into the session - both Niels (playing Lizien) and I fucking fail our roles to attempt to save Lizien and so, in our very first session, not even two hours in, we have the first PC death

Now, if you remember Oriana's unfortunate end in Lor's backstory and remember that that would have been two weeks before this, you can reasonably understand Lor to be in a state of shock

Continuing on! They pray to their god - who happens to be the god of death, Aemhert - over their fallen comrade body and then burry him, alongside the magical box that they 1) have no use for since their knowledge of magic is literally -1 and 2) can't actually carry since their strength is also -1 oops. They do rummage through the caravan and through Lizien's stuff, mostly cause they have to find the letter he was keeping on him. They take said letter, his money, his matches and rope, and two music sheets that are written in odd red writing (which apparently has backstory attached to it I learn ooc so we'll see how tHAT goes)

They also find two fuckin healing potions which like fuck me, couldn’t I have noticed them before??

But yeah, all that done, they go on their way. The rest of the journey is uneventful except for a quick run-in with a caravan of merchants. They trade news and the driver gives them a pouch of coin for taking care of the goblins. As I walk past the DM decides to drive the knife in further and twist it by having me overhear one of them murmur "how odd, an adventurer on their own"

But yeah, I make it to the city, and I’m inside the walls in the evening. I get a room in a Inn on the cheaper side of things and a warm meal and strike up a conversation with the barkeep. I show him the symbol on the seal of the letter - a sketch I made of it - not the letter itself and he does not recognise it but tells me he thinks it's somewhat religious an suggest I check in the Guilds quarter of the city

And so in the morning I do so, wandering about a bit hoping to see if anything catches my eyes and when nothing does I bite the bullet and go into one of the churches dedicated to Aemhert (same as the monastery I left). I'm wearing my robes, which I've kept since I fled, hoping that would give me more credibility. They are a bit small on me cause like, puberty is a thing, but not too much cause they were pretty big on me when I left and I’m smoll.

The monks manning the church automatically recognise me for another one of them and one of them asks me how he can help me.

I ask him about the symbol and he looks real shifty, like he doesn't wanna answer me. I want an answer tho, and I stupidly forget that using magic is probably not the best idea, so I cast Friends on him.

He tells me the symbol is of the Snake worshipping cult that has no name and, having noticed my snake head tattoos peeking over my shoulders they tell me they are disappointed that I have abandoned the teachings of Aemhert.

I tell him I have not and ask if he knows where to find them. He says no so I thank him and start leaving

At which point the spell wears off and he starts calling after me; when that doesn't work, he calls for guards, so I double back and leave the church through a back window

I attempt to loose them and repeatedly fail to do so until a tiefling stranger pulls me into an ally and into a dumpster. When the guard lifts the lid of the dumpster they fail to see us - the stranger tiefling must have cast some sort of darkness or invisibility spell

The guards go on their way and we climb back out. We introduce ourselves and a lil bit of conversation later I tell him about the snake worshipping cult. He – Zalral – actually happens to know where they meet and offers to take me there

And so off we go

The Snake Cult meets underneath an underground illegal fight club. Zalral leads me down a spiral, creepy stairs and tells me they are just through the door. Having noticed their symbol is the snake I hand Zalral my cloak and adjust the monk robes so as to make sure the heads are clearly visible, hoping this will gain me some favour

The letter delivery goes pretty uneventfully. The dude compliments my tattoos and at the end asks me if I know where I am. I sincerely answer that I do not know since I do not know and he lets me go

Zalral looks genuinely surprised as he hands me back my cloak and closes the iron door - apparently people rarely come back from there.

After some more chatting he offers for me to stay at his instead of going back to an inn, in case the guards to around knocking. Since he has a point and seems genuine enough, I follow. We stop by his to drop some things off and then decide to go magical item shopping!

Now, I do not have the money for this but I decide to get a ring of protection - which runs at 1000gp in this store and I only have 500 on me. Still, through some sketchy math on my part and a random teaming up with a nervous looking tiefling kid I manage to get a deal of 750gp for the ring and a cloak, which is what the kid was after. He pays 250 and I pay 500 which means I effectively get 50% off while the teenage boy payed full price. (Lor is not a lawful or a good character so * shrugs *)

We get out of the shop and Lor places the ring on the string around their neck, next to the little piece of off red bone already there (see backstory). The kid happens to be standing next to us and obviously so is Zalral since he is with me so we are all hit by the explosion that brings down the front wall of the shop in that moment

It effectively knocks me out – I failed the roll to avoid the debris but also ic it makes sense cause they had their back to the building and were distracted with the painful memories the necklace brings + where about to turn to the new boy and ask about him

(oh also the boy is the other Player’s new character)

Zalral heals me back up and starts dragging me out of the road. I turn to his new character and yell "c'mon kid this is not our problem"

And so all three of us run down the road

In the shop there are 6 thugs, two of whom look like wizards. Four of them are putting everything in the store into bags of holding while one of the thugs is grappling the owner down and the last wizard is keeping an eye out. Said wizard sees us flee and shoots after us, but we've rounded the corner by now

Realising they seem to be coming after witnesses and that they have seen where we went we climb up the building, hoping to confuse them.

Instead we seem to have put ourselves into yet more danger cause a red shockwave goes through the building that almost cleaves it in half. We decide to attempt to jump to the other building so as to try and get away

New_kid manages fine, but Zalral goes next and fails, falling down in the street with a broken leg and making enough noise that the wizard now knows where we are. There's no way I could get to him in time, or that we would be able to escape, so instead I get my bow and prepare to shoot as soon as any of them are in sight.

I get the wizard on his shoulder as he is halfway through an incantation, breaking his focus and stopping his spell

Some back and forth between all of us, the thug mostly focusing on Zalral cause he's the only one not on top of a building and thus reachable for him, the wizard focusing on both me and new_kid

I get a bunch of arrows in the wizard, enough to piss him off and get him to turn on me (he'd been mostly focused on new_kid cause he's also using magic) and he gets me down with one spell (necrotic damage is a bitch). Zalral heals me once again cause he's an angel and when I get back I roll a nat 20 on hitting the wizard – double damage dice boo yeah

So that doesn't kill him but it gets close enough that new_kid can then finish him off. Zalral manages to traumatise the thug into running away (psychic damage for the win!). I still shoot him in the back once more but he manages to get away

We come down and I get Zalral into a sitting position against the wall of the building while I wait for him to come through more or less.

A bunch of guards decide to show up then

We paint an interesting picture, a male tiefling severely injured sitting on the ground, another one of indeterminate gender but smh in a pink frilly dress, covered in blood and ashes but looking remarkably healthy, crouching next to him and a skittish anxious looking teen tiefling just standing there, a wizard's corpse on the ground close enough to him.

Still the guards realise we are victims not perpetrators and suggest we get to a healers before moving on to investigate and secure the scene of the crime. I scavenge the wizard’s body, finding some coin, an eye tattoo in his back and a small, onyx sphere in his mouth.

(ooc I know exactly where this onyx sphere is going; IC I somehow don't cause I rolled really badly & Lor is really dumb)

I help Zalral up and the three of us find our way not into the next healer but to the one after, cause we all have a healthy amount of mistrust for law enforcement and would rather not be so easily tracked, either by the guards or the thugs.

The healers berate us to no end over how violence is not the answer and “did you at least try to talk to them first” and suggest that we should have run away instead of fighting. I attempt to explain we did try but it didn’t work but they aren’t taking it so as soon as Zalral is back on his feet I drag him and Straight Up out and away from the healers.

We left the healers place and headed back to one of Zalral's apparent many safe houses. Once there we had some food and recapped on the events of the day

Straight Up (the new kid tiefling/new pc) learnt about the snake-worshipping cult and was clearly uneasy.

I then asked Zalral about the eye tattoo we'd found on the wizards back - apparently the symbol of a massive and really well-organised crime syndicate, extremely efficient in their endeavours. Apparently, they steal a bunch of magical items ever so often, killing the store owner in the process, and said magical items never show up again (or at least no one has been able to trace them again) but they don't usually go after witnesses like they did today

And I ask him about the onyx stone/tooth found on the wizard's mouth - to which he tells me it's the secret symbol of another important gang, the Onyx gang (my character is so dumb jc this was obvious) and that that's weird cause 1) there is no history between the two gangs, of them working together or anything, and 2) the Onyx gang doesn't really have a presence in this city (Walsol).

My character gets all constipated at the mention of the Onyx gang and pretty much stops all conversation. Zalral obviously notices and asks them what's up, what's the beef that they have with the Onyx gang to which Lor says they don't have any beef but that the gang might (Zalral comments that that's the same thing, just a matter of semantics and tbh it is cause if the onyx gang actually set up Lor then Lor obviously is out for blood but eh, they don't know that yet) and says nothing else, thumbing at their necklace (in case you don't recall from the backstory, they have a piece of their dead girlfriend's horns on a string around their neck).

So we all go to sleep on that happy note.

Next morning, over some breakfast, we plan out our day – Zalral is gonna go and check with all his local sources to try and gather some info on what happened and Straight Up and I are gonna go offer our services to the guards

So we go and the guards outside the station tell us they will let us in once we have something concrete to offer, and so we head to the shell of the once magic shop

There we find nothing left – not even selling or stock records, nothing. I do, however, find another Onyx - this one with an eye engraved onto it.

We take that back to the station and ask to see the main investigator in this case and are sent to the main barracks. There we meet the investigator (& stupidly forget to ask for his name throughout this whole thing) and chat some. We learn that the body of the wizard we killed (the only casualty on their side) had been stolen from the morgue that morning by the troll's fang gang, before they could get in a necromancer to ask him questions and that all other perpetrators from last night have probably skipped town by now, like with every other raid this gang had led before.

We show him the onyx with the eye and he thinks it’s a misdirection & we try to convince him that it's not (we found one on the dead warlock as well after all)

We then leave, grab some quick lunch, and head to the poorer side of town, hoping to find some more things. After a little bit looking around we spot an inn that has an eye carved into the wood of its door and so we head inside.

We quickly notice a band of thugs with eyes tattoos on the back of their hands drinking in the back of the room so we grab drinks for ourselves and sit on the table next to theirs. I pull out a dice set and, on a nat 20 performance check, we put on a good show of faking it. We are talking in infernal, sure noone can understand us tho we do draw some weird looks. Eventually the other group receives a secret message, carved into the bottom of a mug of ale

We can't read it from where we are so I attempt to approach them, with a smile and easy attitude, and ask if anyone wants to play since "winning against my brother is getting boring" (nevermind we do not have the same skin colour, it's not like these thugs know or care enough). They are, of course, racist scum and tell me to “get out of here you filthy devil spawn".

This pisses Straight Up apparently and he decides to take matters into his own hands by conjuring the sound of an explosion from outside (with thaumaturgy). I use this as an excuse to jump as if I've been startled by the noise and 'accidentally' knock the drink with the secret message down on the floor.

These thugs are now even more mad but I act all innocent and offer to grab them another drink (which the DM allows me to have advantage on a deception roll) and succeed in my roll so I pay for the drink and we quickly leave

Once outside we sneak into an alleyway on the other side of the road and wait for the thugs to leave the pub.

Three of them eventually do, two of them going down the street and a third, with a pronounced limp (which made me ask if I recognised him since I shot the thug from the day before in the back of the leg before he got away but no, not the same. I was excited for a second) heading down another narrow road. We hedge our bets and follow the lone one

Turns out his limp was a fake and he slowly loses it and picks up speed, parkouring it all over the city and in a twisted and circular route to where he wants to get

We finally get there tho, and there is an abandoned five story building with a basement access on a side street

He knocks on said door the same number of times as the numbers listed in the mug (so that's what the message is) and someone let's him

Straight Up and Lor debate what to do and realise they can't do anything except wait and watch the door or go in. So I suggest splitting the party (cursed words in d&d lol) so that one of us can stay and watch and the other can run back and get Zalral

We figure that I would be better at finding my way back so Straight Up stats and I go for a 20 mins run there & back

Straight Up figures that climbing the opposite building will give him the best pov so he attempts to climb said building and... Crit fails the roll, making a shit ton of noise

He panics and pushes a bunch of crates that were just there laying around in front of the basement door, just in time for someone on the other side attempting to open it (and failing)

Straight Up then runs inside the building to wait it out. When the thugs manage to break through the door and the crates – spreading a bunch of flour everywhere – Straight Up uses thaumaturgy to lead them away by causing noise on the road on the other side of the building, as if someone is running away

When they rush after the noise, Straight Up comes back onto the side street and casts firebolt, aiming for the door. Now, and I didn't know this, but apparently fire & flour don't mix well (cause flour = bio matter), so this causes a massive explosion that levels not just the thugs secret hideout building but also the one across from it, that Straight Up attempted to climb earlier

Now such a massive explosion obvious makes the thugs turn back around and now they are in pursuit of Straight Up. Two of them stop to try and shoot him instead, managing to hit, but he's still running. He spots a healers centre and runs in, hoping for safe refugee

Suprise suprise it's the same healers as before - who made us promise not to come back (not to get in trouble) in the next week

So of course they berate & scold him

One of the thugs is still giving chase and he comes into the building and stops, ready to fire on Straight Up - except he never manages cause the magic of the place/of the healers stops him, by making him levitate in the air

In the meantime, I've reached Zalral's place and we are coming back. The healers, about half an hour later than when Straight Up had walked in, sees the two of us walking by and so finally stops chewing him out and heals him, sending him our way.

We are surprised to see him and I connect the dots and yelp at him "you did that?!" to which he just sort of shrugs so we take a slightly longer way around to try and access the situation before the thugs, if they are still there, can see us

We arrive to a fire in full effect, a bunch of guards standing around as well as some civilians.

And, more importantly, the two thugs still there, still with their shortbows.

I notice them noticing us and because I wanna avoid an all-out encounter and anyways rushing them would probably look bad anyways, I approach the guards, intending to make small talk and wait to see what the thugs will do.

Apparently, they really don't think any good of the police cause they see Straight Up and just shoot, both bolts hitting him and he's down and unconscious

The guards are startled, which gives the bad guys a round to get away, but they then pursue.

In that same round, I give Straight Up a healing potion and then we are following the bad guys, who have split and run in opposite directions. We’ve lost one of them already.

But the other is running down a wide road, two soldiers in his tail. The soldier’s kind of give up on catching him and instead attempt to shot him down. They manage to hit and he stumbles so I catch up to him. When he attempts to run away again I get an attack of opportunity and manage to grapple him and throw him on the ground over my shoulder, bringing him down to 0 hp (not dead just unconscious, I was clear before I attacked so the DM wouldn't just kill him off xD)

We restrain him and then Zalral heals him some so that he's no longer unconscious. I've got a knife to his throat when he comes through and because I've literally just thrown him down I get advantage on intimidating him

He gives us some info but he's mostly being really stubborn. We learn that the whimpering sound we could hear from the door? It was puppies they'd locked in a closed room

I nick him for that and while the guards look like they should disapprove of me harming a prisoner who is technically in their custody, they don't.

He's mostly done talking at this point tho, and he actually attempts to spit at me (rude) tho he fails

So Zalral casts charm person on him (which, once again, the guards frown on since it's illegal and all but say nothing, we are not the cops after all and this is far more info then they've ever gotten out of any of these thugs) and now he's far more friendly

He tells us about the Onyx gang and how they have joined forces with the all-seeing eyes gang and have expanded to this city for about a month now.

We ask him about other safe houses and he tells us of other two, one in another city (?) Talra, and one 36 steps away from that first one. He doesn't know the safe word/passcodes to either of them tho

He ask him about the troll fang gang and if they are connected. He says he doesn't know about them but that the Ten Eyes gang is a subsidiary of theirs

He alludes to his boss a couple of times and how she was still underground when the fire started but he can't confirm whether or not there is a second way out. He also says that there are at least three layers of bosses above him, the top one not actually being a gang member, but also isn't someone with public face

This is pretty much when he clams up tho cause, even with the charm person spell or my intimidation he's more afraid of his boss than he is of torture or death

So we haul ass back to the main barracks to go see the investigator and hand him the prisoner (I ask one of the guards the name of the investigator and we are told he's called Hendrickson so yeay, we finally know his name xD)

Oh before that I forgot! There's a bunch of things that the prisoner doesn't tell us, not because he doesn't know them (tho there's that too) or because he doesn't want to (charm person deals with that) but because someone has made him forget. We intend on telling that to Hendrickson and get him to get a mage on that; but I also recall the cube that I buried in the forest, which had an aura of no magic to it and thus maybe can undo magical effects

But yeah so we start heading back and on the way are attacked by two assassin's who ignore all of us and go straight for the poor dude. They manage to gut him and then attempt to run away. We all shoot at them and manage to injure one of them enough that when I try to catch up to him I manage. But, instead of running away and giving me an attack of opportunity like the thug did earlier, this assassin simply turns around and stabs me. His dagger is fucking magical or something cause of course, so one single stab gets me down, almost to immediate death as well.

Straight Up catches up to me and gives me our last healing potion, while one of the other guards shoots the assassin again. He's still not dead smh (I think he had like 60+ hp at the start??) but he seems to think he's not gonna get away – we’ve hit him quite a lot tbf) cause he basically detonates a bomb, killing himself

Everything, including his body, is destroyed - except for his dagger. I grab it and both Straight Up and Zalral do arcana checks on it. They find two enchantments, one that makes it really hard to destroy and another that allows for it to be tracked.

Now thank fuck he noticed that last one cause I was intending on keeping it. Instead we go to the barracks, tell Hendrickson all the info we learnt and leave the knife with him, suggesting he try and revert the tracking spell.

Then we head home and all the way there, I chew Straight Up out over being careless and a fucking pyromaniac.

And that's the end of our first, longass session! We all leveled up and honestly i can’t wait for the next session, I wanted it to be here already :P

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interlude iv: belle of the ball

absent: Kate’s player, Vekar’s player

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The party returns to the Apricity after a short shore leave. Shenanigans ensue, but the break doesn’t last long; Fawkes has been hard at work and has found something that the party needs to see.

summary

After the barcrawl, the party spent the other twenty-four hours of their shore leave doing their own thing before returning to the Apricity. Vasir poked around the Citadel a bit:

“They didn’t do much, like me when I have a day off,” their player says with a laugh.

Phos nursed a hangover and then took Kilo out to chill at the lake. She also tried to learn more about Leti Avonius; she managed to figure out that Leti is head of C-Sec in the Zakera ward.

I process this for a bit before saying, “So you’re saying that Phos is - stalking, basically - “

“Just a little bit,” Phos’s player says. “Just to make sure she won’t fuck up as royally as she did last time.”

“Oh, god.”

Beetle was hungover and spent most of the day with Holosmea and Sihhum, wherein she whined endlessly. After she had recovered, though, she said her goodbyes and left the apartment.

“She probably notices Phos trying to learn more about Leti, so she just follows her around with her tactical cloak on,” Beetle’s player says.

“She just follows me and Kilo around?” Phos’s player asks, incredulous.

“Yeah,” Beetle’s player says, laughing. “She’s just like, ‘hm, interesting.’“

Once the party reconvenes on the Apricity, they are immediately greeted by Aster requesting that they retrieve a star chart that Isolde had hidden somewhere on the ship. Phos elects to stay on the first deck with Aster and Isolde as Vasir and Beetle go down to second deck, where Beetle is called into Annos’s office to receive a Roomba. She immediately places a plastic knife on it (but doesn’t otherwise secure it, having no access to tape of any kind) before continuing down to Engineering.

Phos, after trying one last time to convince Isolde to tell her where the charts are, goes instead to look around crew’s quarters, though she doesn’t find anything. Vasir checks out first the medbay and then the galley, where they find the star charts after a suggestion from Kara to check in the cupboards. They bring it back to Aster soon after.

Beetle tries to eavesdrop on a conversation Fausius is having on his omni-tool using her Tactical Cloak, but fails to do so. Instead, he finishes up his conversation and she shoulder-checks him on her way out.

Once the party has completed the tasks set out for them, Annos calls them into his office, where he and Fawkes are waiting.

notable lines + interactions

Phos, OOC: But yeah, I think all of us are ready? DM: Mmkay. Beetle, OOC: Are we ready? DM: Ready freddy? Beetle, OOC: We are not. Phos, OOC: My body is not. It wants to sleep. But my mind is stronger.

Phos, OOC: The ultimate power move: deny your body what it needs. Vasir, OOC: Wow. DM: So die. Beetle, OOC: Power move. Vasir, OOC: Wow.

Beetle: Hey, guys, I had the best vacation: I got trashed! DM: Aster just gives you a thumbs-up. Beetle, OOC: Beetle dabs.

Phos: What the hell do you need a star chart for? DM: Isolde shrugs. Beetle: That’s nerd shit.

Vasir, OOC: [posts this]

Aster: Oh, god, you didn’t put it on the Citadel, did you? Isolde: What? No, no, god, no, I wouldn’t do that, you actually need it, right? Aster: I do need it! Please give it back. Isolde: No. Beetle: Is it in space? Isolde: No, it’s - Beetle: Please, god, tell me it’s in space. Isolde: It’s on the ship.

DM: Roll for it. Phos, OOC: Oh, dear.

Phos, OOC: And it’s not very impressive. DM: Yeah. Isolde’s like - Isolde: Mm, let me consider that. Hm. Uh, I’ve considered it. No.

Beetle, OOC: Beetle’s not gonna fuck around talking about this. [rolls] Oh, mama. Vasir, please. Vasir, OOC and laughing: [rolls an 18] Beetle, OOC: Thank you, Vasir.

DM: You find some scraps of paper and you get really excited for a bit, but they aren’t star charts. Beetle: Fuck, free paper! DM: Do you take the paper? Beetle, OOC: Absolutely.

Phos, OOC: I think I’m just gonna chill up here, because it’s kind of both Aster and Isolde’s fault for losing it, like, Aster could’ve kept a better eye on it, and Isolde is just being a little shit - DM: You misunderstand. Aster was looking at it and Isolde just straight up took it and hid it. Beetle, OOC: You think we’re good at finding things?

Beetle, OOC: Could you maybe give us a list of the decks? I’m bad at thinking.

DM: Oh, god, someone’s looking through the door. [distressed hum] Beetle, OOC: Beat them! DM: It’s fine, everything’s fine. Phos, OOC: Snooped. DM, quietly: It’s fine. Beetle, OOC: Hello? Anybody there? DM, hushed: God, okay, that’s another person. I bet I, like, took their room by accident? This is fine.

Tris: Hey, you. Annos wants to see you. Beetle: Which one? Tris, after a pause: Assman wants to see you in his office. Beetle: Us? Tris: Just do it. Beetle: Assman? Us? [pause] Assman? [longer pause] Okay. Let me get into a vent real quick. DM: Oh my god. Vasir: Beetle! Tris: The door is right there, holy shit.

Annos: Where’s Beetle? Vasir: She’s crawling through a vent right now because she doesn’t like doors. DM: He doesn’t look surprised by this.

Annos: Put the cover back on the vent and then take the door out, okay? Beetle: I’ll do it.

in discord Vasir: "take the door out" Phos: on a date? Vasir: so...annos wants........beetle to.......take the doors off his office Vasir: okay. Phos: with candles? Phos: and nice food? Vasir: keels over on my desk and puts my face in a pillow and tries not to screamlaugh

Annos: Good. I need you to do it. Beetle: Is this a favor you’re calling in? Annos: No, this is an order as your commander. Beetle: That’s your first mistake, Assman. Annos: [sighs] Beetle: Well, I’m out. With my child. Annos: Excellent.

Beetle, OOC: She, like, puts [the Roomba] down and opens the door and says, “Be free!” DM: Did you turn it on? Beetle, decisively and OOC: No. DM: The Roomba doesn’t move. Beetle, aghast: It’s dead. DM: Kara glances over, and then she and Tris exchange glances, and then she just goes back to work.

DM, to Beetle: So you’re like, “It’s dead!” and you put your hands on it, like, “No, my child!” and, like, the button is there, but as you’re moving your hands over it, you just keep skimming over it, so this Roomba stays off. Beetle: Give me a shroud so I can bury this like it deserves. DM: Annos closes his office door Beetle, OOC: Yeah, Beetle’s just outside his office, kneeling on the ground and screaming, “It’s dead!” DM: Advika is there, and she glances over to see you prostrating in front of this machine. Advika: Have you turned it on? Beetle: What the fuck do you mean? DM: She comes over to you. Advika: Have you turned it on? Beetle: Why would I turn on my own child. That’s disgusting. Advika: Let me just - DM: - and she leans over and presses the button - Advika: Okay! Uh, I’ll just - I’ll - yeah. Okay. Gonna back away now. Slowly. Beetle: You better.

DM: It makes a soft whirring sound, as if greeting you. Beetle, yelling: IT’S ALIVE.

Beetle, OOC: Beetle takes out some lint and sprinkles it in front of the Roomba. DM: ... Okay. Are you feeding it - Beetle: Eat, my child.

Advika: Actually, while you’re here, could you maybe go find Fausius? He’s been missing for a while and I don’t know where he went. Party: [dead silence for 6 seconds] Advika: Okay, I see - okay, I’ll just - alright, sorry, I guess I’ll just do it on my own. Bye! Beetle: Are you sure that Isolde didn’t stuff him in a locker? Advika: Yes, because she’s tried, and he doesn’t fit. Vasir, OOC and quietly aghast: My god. Beetle: You know what? That’s true. Okay. Advika: Yeah, so. Beetle: Well, you know what? I can do two things, I can multi-task. I can look for some star charts, I can look for another person, it’s cool. This is good. Advika: Glad - to hear it? Good - luck? Beetle: Won’t need it.

Chen: Hey, Beetle! What are you doing here? I heard you have a Roomba? Please tell me you didn’t bring it here. Beetle: I have the Roomba! - I left it upstairs. Chen, instantly: Oh, thank god. Beetle: It’s alive. Chen: What are you doing here? Beetle: I’m looking for some papers and a person. Chen: Well, you found some people. What kind of paper are you looking for? Beetle: Um, some nerd shit? Like, uh, stars - charts? Starts, if you will. Chen: Well, if you’re looking for nerd shit, you are in Engineering, so that does fit the bill. But start charts? Uh. I have no idea why they’d be down here.

Vasir: Did either of you see Isolde do something suspicious around here? Tris: You’ll have to be way more specific.

Vasir: Aster, I found a star chart in the kitchen. Was there only the one, or were there more? Aster: I hope to god there are not. DM: And there’s a slight pause. Aster: Okay, Isolde said she just took one, so we’re good.

Phos, OOC: Vasir solved your star chart puzzle, Isolde. DM, extremely pained: This isn’t the Adventure Zone.

Vasir, OOC: Roll a dex saving throw to avoid being run over by a turian. DM, laughing: I don’t know if that would be necessary.

Beetle, OOC and laughing: Beetle shoulder-checks him. DM: Okay. As you do this, you manage to startle him, so he, like, yelps or something, and then he says - Fausius: Okay, who the fuck was that - DM: - and starts swinging his arms around in front of him, trying to find you. Beetle, OOC and in hysterics: Beetle leaves. DM: Fausius sees the door to the hangar open, and he yells - Fausius: Fuck you! Vasir, OOC: Oh my god. I feel so bad for Fausius. Beetle, OOC, still laughing a little: Yeah. I’m really sorry. All of this is in-character for Beetle, but I feel really bad.

Vasir, OOC: What do you see, cotton-eyed joe? DM: I was going to say ‘with your special salarian eyes,’ but that works too. Vasir, OOC: It rhymes with ‘where did you go.’ Beetle, OOC: What do you see with your special salarian eyes... my brand!

DM: The only room none of you have been in yet is maintenance. Vasir, OOC: I mean, Advika is a maintenance person, so, you know. [pause] Beetle, OOC: Okay. Wow. Damn. - I’ll go there.

Advika: Oh, hey! Did you find Fausius? Beetle: Yes. Advika: Did you tell him to come up? I need his help with something right now. [pause] Beetle: Oh! You wanted that? Advika: I thought that would be implied by ‘find Fausius,’ but yes! I did want that. Beetle: I’m gonna, uh, I’m gonna... Fausius is on his way right now, probably. Just finishing up a call - Advika: A call? Beetle: - let me, uh, make sure he didn’t get lost.

Kara: Okay, I’ll just - let me just - I’ll get back to this later, Tris. DM: And she gets up and walks down the stairs to third deck. Vasir, OOC: Time to scram. DM: Yep.

DM: Beetle, do you want to do anything before things happen? Beetle, OOC: Um... let me think. Vasir, OOC: “Who do I menace now?” Beetle thinks.

Beetle, OOC: Beetle pokes her head through Annos’s door. Beetle: Yo. Stabby McWarhammer? [pause] Good choice. DM: Are you - are you asking, or - Beetle: Good call. DM: Okay, got it. Annos: I’m glad you think so. Beetle: I’m congratulating you on making a good call with Stabby McWarhammer. Annos: Thank you. I think. Beetle, OOC: And then she just like, leaves. DM: The door’s only open a little bit, just enough to poke her head in - Beetle, OOC: Yeah, yeah, just to make him angry. And she doesn’t close it behind her.

Annos: Actually, Beetle, get back in here. Things are happening. Beetle: Oh, damn, things? Annos: And get your friends, too. Beetle: Who? Annos: Get your fellow freelance coworkers. Beetle, OOC: Beetle pings all of them on their omni-tools. Phos, OOC: Am I going to be able to read it? [short pause] Nope! DM, laughing: Tragic.

DM: You have like perfect timing, dude. Vekar, OOC: Awesome. Who do I get to freeze?

Beetle, OOC: Jetpack. Vasir, OOC: Meanwhile, I have two shield upgrades, and I’m the only one. Still. DM: Vasir is now your tank. Embrace it. Vasir, OOC: God. Beetle, OOC: Beetle is your tank now. Vekar, OOC: No, Beetle is our jet. Beetle, OOC: Beetle just jets up like an avenging god. Does a triple-flip snipe. Vasir, OOC(?): Uh-huh. I’ll believe it when I see it. Beetle, OOC: You know what? Fair.

DM: Holy shit, I can listen to music. Vasir, OOC: I linked some stuff further up. DM: No. I’m gonna listen to my music, thank you. Vasir, OOC: But this is so good. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Vekar, OOC, muttering: It’s probably elevatorstuck. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: No. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: Weh. DM: Yes. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: [unintelligible noise] DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: Hm. DM: Yes. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: No. DM: No. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: Yes. DM: Maybe. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: No. DM: Je ne sais quoi. Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: Maybe. DM: Quoi? Vasir, OOC: Yes. Beetle, OOC: No. Phos, OOC: No. Beetle, OOC: Maybe. DM: Français? Beetle, OOC: Possibly? DM: Cowèurde. Beetle, OOC: Hmm? Phos, OOC: [starts speaking Danish]

DM: What if I just translated the Bee Movie script into French? Beetle, OOC: Yes. Vasir, OOC: Why would you do that? DM: Do you remember when I did that? Vasir, OOC: No, I remember you doing parts of it, but why would you do that again?

Vekar, OOC: [buys 4 shield upgrades] Party: [various oohs and ahhs] Beetle, OOC: Just a fun fact about me, I completely missed the shield upgrades. DM: You got a jump jet, though. Beetle, OOC: I diiiiid. A way to ruin things.

Vekar, OOC: [essentially gains 39 hit points in one go] Phos, OOC: I’m just gonna stay behind and talk to people instead. DM: Wow, so no different, basically. Phos, OOC and laughing: Basically. Except before, I stayed in the front. Now, I’ll stay behind the tall-ass turian.

DM: You got a shield upgrade? Beetle, OOC: No. DM: Oh. [quieter] Oh. Vasir, OOC: She sounds so disappointed. DM, laughing: It’s no skin off my back, let’s just put it that way.

Phos: But, um. Yeah, Tris, I need to know - I guess I wouldn’t, like, say to tell me your whole life story because that would be fucking weird, especially considering I have no business nosing around in that, but I need to know what - what are you planning to do with Kilo? Considering you’ve taken them under your wing, I need to know if you have any ideas about how to take care of them. Tris: I know how to take care of kids. Phos: ... And can I know the reason why you suddenly decided to pick up Kilo? Tris: No. Phos, echoing: No. Okay, but, Tris, I fished them out of there. I have a lot - I care a lot for the id, and I really need to know this to, like, let you keep them. Tris: What I do is not up to you. Phos: No, maybe not, but what’s happening to Kilo is my business. First priority. And I need to know if you’re reliable to take care of them. DM: You can tell that she’s kind of like - she doesn’t want to give it to you, but eventually she sighs. Tris: Okay, I guess I am being a little hypocritical. Fine. What do you want to know? Phos: What is your experience taking care of kids. Tris: [pause] Well, I was an orphan and I was adopted, and I was pretty close to other kids in the orphanage. Is that good enough for you? Phos: Mm. It’s really - Sienan said something similar and I noticed later on that she’d been abusive and I tried to fix it, and apparently it wasn’t fixed, and... [sighs] Do you - Tris: Anyone who hurts kids deserves to die. Phos: Yeah. Fair point. The only reason we kept Sienan because of information. Otherwise I would’ve taken her out, but. Would Kilo around on the Apricity, they’re gonna be dragged into danger. Do you what to do to keep them safe? If they’re pulled into something, are you ready to take responsibility for their life? Tris: Yes? DM: She’s tilting her head at you, like, obviously, why are you even questioning her on this. Phos: Yeah. Sorry. I haven’t experienced anyone else taking an interest in them, and I’ve tried my best taking care of Kilo, and it’s a bit difficult to my lifestyle and Phara and Abel have been taking care of them, but - if something happens, I’m just gonna make the kid hide. But I know if Kilo hides, they’re gonna get into the mess anyway, you saw that happen on Nepts. If somebody else had landed and had asked Kilo about the paper, they would’ve just given it to them. And that could’ve ended badly. Tris: So what’s your point? You’re exploring hypothetical timelines now? Phos: I’m saying, just in case, what would you do? Tris: Depends on the situation. Phos: If we’re attacked on the Apricity, or on the ground, and Kilo is - Tris: Those are two very different situations. Pick one. Phos: If we’re on the ground, like, we’ve landed for some reason or another, and the ship is being attacked, what are you gonna do? Tris: Protect them or die trying. Phos: Okay, valid. I respect them. Do you need to know anything about Kilo? Since it seems like you know your stuff. Tris: No. They’ve told me enough. Phos: Okay, good. I’m glad. Tris: Look, if you’re really curious. Why don’t you just ask them what they think? Phos: You’re right. Do you know where they would be? I looked around earlier but I didn’t find them. Tris: In my office. I just let them sleep there. I’ll give you the passcode, I guess. Phos: Thanks. See you around, I guess. Tris: Sure.

technical notes

Phos persuades Isolde to tell her where she hid the star chart. Persuasion roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier + bonuses → 8 + 2 → 10 Phos fails to convince Isolde.

Vasir and Beetle check out the first deck to find the star chart. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Vasir → 18 + 0 → 18 Beetle → 12 + 1 → 13

Vasir determines that the star chart is not on the CIC.

Beetle crawls into a vent. Dexterity roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 16 + 1 → 17 “Beetle looks pointedly at the door, back at Tris, and then just goes into a vent,” Beetle’s player says, daring me to argue. “You think I take doors like a fool?”

“I’m just gonna knock on the door like a regular person,” Vasir’s player says.

Beetle tries to turn Stabby McWarhammer on. Mechanical roll. 1d20 + mechanical modifier → 8 + 0 → 8 Beetle fails to locate the power button on Stabby.

Phos persuades Isolde to tell her where she hid the star chart, again. Persuasion roll with disadvantage. 1d20 + knowledge modifier + bonuses → 3 + 2 → 5 Phos fails to convince Isolde. (Again.)

Beetle and two of the Chens check out Engineering. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 12 + 1 → 13 Ann → 8 + 0 → 8 Bea → 8 + 0 → 8

Beetle finds more loose scraps of paper. She pockets it.

“Oh, fuck,” her player says, “At the end of this, I’m gonna make the sickest papier-mâché project.”

“Make a piñata,” Phos’s player suggests.

“And what, fill it with dirt for the Roomba?” Vasir’s player says.

“Yeah,” Beetle’s player says.

Phos checks out Crew’s Quarters. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 17 + 1 → 18 Phos does not manage to find the star charts.

Phos tiptoes around Crew’s Quarters. Dexterity saving throw. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 12 + 2 → 14 She manages not to take anyone up.

Vasir and Suella check out the medbay. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Vasir → 7 + 0 → 7 Suella → 3 + 4 → 7

Vasir and Suella do not find the star chart, as Suella had predicted.

Vasir, Tris, and Kara check out the galley. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Kara → 16 + 4 → 20 Tris → 2 + 3 → 5 Vasir → 1 + 0 → 1

Vasir opens the cupboards and a bunch of plastic bottles hits them in head.

“It’s a rain of pain,” I tell their player. She doesn’t laugh.

Fausius notices Beetle. Perception modifier. 1d20 + perception modifier → 15 + 2 → 17 Fausius can’t see Beetle, but he knows something’s up.

Phos persuades Tris to tell her why she is so fiercely protective of Kilo. Persuasion roll. 1d20 + persuasion modifier + bonuses → 14 + 2 → 16 She does so.

Phos opens her omni-tool. Technical roll. 1d20 + technical modifier → 16 - 2 → 14 Phos tries to get access to the passcode Tris sends her.

Phos reads the message from Beetle on her omni-tool. Technical roll. 1d20 + technical modifier → 2 - 2 → 0 She absolutely does not do that.

The party levels up.

Beetle gains 1d20 → 20 HP and adds +1 to her... I actually have no recollection or record of what stat her player added to, so that’s a problem. Oh well, into the summary it goes.

Vasir gains 1d20 → 13 HP and adds +1 to their knowledge stat (9, +0 modifier).

Phos gains 1d20 → 17 HP and adds +1 to her strength stat (18, +4 modifier).

Vekar gains 1d20 → 19 HP and adds +1 to his... okay, make that two players where I have no recollection or record of what stat his player added to.

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