#ocelot would totally prank him :((

[rat-clinic]

Boss. Your mission objective is *snicker* your mission objective is to complete this virtual maze to prepare for *chuckle* prepare for the upcoming missions.

[armed-saphire]

kaz for the character ask thing!! and also marina splatoon if you want??

yes tyty (skipping "idea for a story" bc blehhh i dont wanna)

Kaz:

First impression- I had no clue who he was and thought he was Liquid Snake, oops..

Impression now- One of my fav metal gear guys, he is a hater he is a liker, etc. he contains multitudes.

Favourite moment- I like when V saves him in that mgsv mission and they're like definitely about to kiss

Unpopular opinion- I don't think it's particularly unpopular but I really wish he had brown eyes. he has brown eyes in my heart. maybe even black hair that he dyes idk. that would be silly I think.

Favourite relationship- Him and Ocelot because it is really funny, they are like these cats:

Favourite headcanon- see unpopular opinion ☝

Marina:

First impression- I thought she was really pretty when I saw her the first time! I'll admit I don't remember my exact thoughts when playing the game the first time because it was like 5-6 years ago lol.

Impression now- All time favourite Splatoon character. She likes music she's a pretty green-blue colour she's a nerd she's autistic I love her so much. And she's tall!!

I mean, just look at my name lol you can tell I like her

Favourite moment- I like her making the final plan on her laptop in Octo Expansion. she's so smart....and the anime style drawings of Pearl and Agent 8 lol.

Unpopular opinion- hard to say....I guess that I disagree with fanon portraying her as totally innocent and unable to do mischief, and that she's nervous all the time. she can go silly mode when she wants to!! she hit Pearl with the alt-f4 prank at one point.

Favourite relationship- Her and Pearl obvs lol. they are sooo in love forever and ever

Favourite headcanon- I looove when ppl draw her with a less skinny body type it is so real

ty for asking me these it's rlly fun!!

[longdeathmonk]

I don’t even know with this one, but here it is. Oh boy, its a long one. I present to you: What if the Mighty Nein played Minecraft?

Fjord: This one is easy. The man doesn’t get on the server as much as the others, he prefers games with a little more action and plot (Like witcher 3). An enderman came after him once, and he cried a lil bit. Ever since, mc has been a bit tainted for him. He has a small shop called Tusktooth’s Menagerie that sells all the odds and ends he gets from looting pirate ships, along with the wood from the ships themselves. His pride and joy on the server is a recreation of his dream ship, anchored in a very scenic lagoon he made. Currently, he’s working on draining an ocean monument to use as a second base.

Caleb: Without a doubt, Caleb is the best at making redstone contraptions. He enjoys making farms for everyone (in exchange for paper), whether they’re mob farms or simple automated wheat farms. His base is next to Beau’s, and it has a very large enchanting room, full to the brim with bookcases. It’s a bit cramped, but can you really ever have enough books? Of course, his base wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t have a bunch of cats and ocelots hanging around. 

Nott: Yes, she has a hitman service running in the server’s shopping district. Yes, the m9 use it often but they don’t talk about it. She doesn’t always take diamonds as payment, usually its bits and trinkets that she can hoard. Nott offers a creative menu on how the customer can chose their target’s demise, including the Fluffernutter. By far, Nott has the most impressive storage system, its underground and VERY expansive. Only Caleb and Yeza can dig through her stuff. Speaking of Caleb and Yeza, she has built a modest laboratory for the three of them. Caleb works on some redstone concepts, while Nott and Yeza brew potions.

Beau: She thought she was too cool for minecraft for a while, since she believed it was just a kid’s game. However, Beau became the best pvper on the server. Her and Jester often throw down with eachother, with everybody else placing bets. Beau is the only person that Nott struggles with assassinating. She’s not much of a builder, preferring to explore mines and interesting places on the map. The grandest thing she’s built so far is a really cool arena called the Cobalt Thunderdome on the outskirts of the shopping district.

Jester: As a shock to nobody at all, she is the best at pranking people on the server. She likes to sneak into people’s bases and replace carpeting/blocks so there’s hidden dicks. Early on, she was the first to aquire a diamond pickaxe. For a while, she would encase afk players in obsidian. Her store in the shopping district is The Little Saphire’s Super Cool and Tasty Bakery. She used so many pink concrete blocks for it, and it is the very definition of “fairy princess castle”. Next to the Cobalt Thunderdome is a large temple for the Traveler. Even though it’s technically a temple, its actually pretty cozy and like you can totally chill or whatever, the Traveler is cool with it.

Yasha: It took her a long while to get the hang of this game. She was very confused as to why her gold equipment broke so often. Since it was cool and flashy that meant it was better, right? Yasha is rarely ever to be found, she likes to take her time and walk around the map. Around the server, little dirt huts pop up, with wooden signs that just say “Yasha stayed here” and the date of her stay. When she’s done exploring, she comes back with an inventory full of flowers and sometimes seeds. She has a joint effort with Caduceus, where they landscape terrain and make gardens. Her first big project on her own was adding greenery, custom trees, and decorative pathways around the shopping district. She’s been meaning to make a base, but just hasn’t yet. Instead, Beau insisted Yasha use her base and have free rein to Beau’s stuff.

Caduceus: He manages the community garden, and is the one to go to for advice on adding some flora to builds. By far, Caddy has the most visually pleasing builds. His base is astounding. It starts with a replica of his home in the Blooming Grove (complete with a graveyard), the decor is sparse. A bed or two, furnace and crafting table, and some chests. The REAL base is at the top of a giant tree he made, complete with a multi leveled treehouse. The treehouse has a very open design, with a lot of vines and flowers scattered around. The very top opens up to a rooftop garden, and a section of hollowed out tree with a shrine for Melora and the Stormlord. Caduceus has a soft spot for mooshrooms, and has one named after each of his siblings.

Molly: Molly was the self proclaimed “God King of Minecraft”. It was a really funny bit, actually. Jester was his advisor, and Beau plotted to uncover his corruption and overthrow him. There was a lot of made up political intrigue that really spiced up the server. His biggest and only build on the server was with Yasha in the shopping district. The M.T. Spa has a large bath and a bunch of armor stands decorated to be various men/women/people of the night. The bathing area has water trickling in by waterfall, quartz columns lining the bath, intricate murals underwater, and two banners on either side of the waterfall. A purple banner on the left for himself, and a grey banner on the right for Yasha. He never even got the chance to build a base, but he is still everybody’s god. Long may he reign. 

[lunaraen]

Some Aidesse writing?

When it comes to the Order, veryfew things outside their personal rooms are really theirs, and even then, most things inside their rooms are fair gameat some point.

Prank wars typically know nobounds outside the most valuable or cherished of items.

Aiden’s stuff in general, theexception, tends to be left alone, if only because half of it’s somehow managedto find its way into Jesse’s room and because the others warming up to him hasbeen a slow process that mostly involves each side trying to not pick fights orreopen old wounds. Screwing around with what’s his might be well within theirrights, but it’s a risky move if they don’t want to deal with him or the chancethat either side’ll get testy.

But that’s hardly grounds for himto legitimately claim anything outside the shaky domain that’s his room andwhatever he’s left in Jesse’s (or whatever she’s taken from him, like too manyof his shirts and several of the books he’s nabbed from their own privatelibrary).

Aiden can try to stake those claims,maybe, but it doesn’t mean much.

It’s not really practical to tryand act like there’s a spot on the couch that’s his, not when it’s in the living room with several couches that getused regularly by everyone in the Order, those still living in the temple andthose just visiting.

But it’s totally his spot.

It’s cozy, to the far right sideof the couch in front of the fireplace, positioned next to the armrest andright by the small side table, the one typically covered in crumpled papers orwhatever books he’s brought from his room.

Given the trouble Aiden used tocause for nearly all of them regularly, and then the way he almost got Lukasand Jesse killed, it would be easy to steal the spot or rub in the fact thatit’s not his at all and can’t be stolen, that it was their couch first beforeit was ever his, just like this was their home first. None of them have triedit yet, and the more time passes, the less likely he thinks they are to try.

Not worth the time, maybe, or tooclose to stooping to his previous level of petty, but he’s comfortable anyway.

In all their daily chaos androutine, moving between adventures and disasters and even back and forthbetween cities, he’s carved out a little place for himself that feels more andmore normal by the day, a place outside his room or Jesse’s where he can justrelax and watch the chaos whirl by. It’s normal by this point; nobody questionsit anymore, what he wants or what he’s doing here of all places.

It’s nice.

“Hey.” Jesse’s voice isnice too, less startling than pleasant, and Aiden smiles when he looks up,finding Jesse leaning over the couch and smiling down at him through her bangs.

“Hey– oof.” Less nice is the way Jesse jumps the back of the couch,landing less than gracefully in his lap as one of her arms quickly wraps aroundhis shoulders to steady herself. Aiden’s attempts to adjust amount to littlemore than futile, and brief, squirming, one foot letting him know it’s lostcirculation. “Thanks for the warning. Really appreciated that.”

“It’s not my fault you’re sobony.” The wriggle is brief but exaggerated, feigned discomfort betrayedby her grin as she twists enough to wrap her arms around his middle. He’sskinnier than her still, but nowhere near as outright skeletal as he was whenhe first got here.

Jesse, soft as she might be, alsoweighs a considerable amount more simply for all the muscle from training,which is impressive and also currently somewhat unfortunate for his poor legs.

“And it’s not my faultyou’re built like a brick house, but my lap’s suffering for it anyway.”He’d like to consider himself lucky that he’d already set aside his notebookand quill, but Aiden doubts Jesse would have sat on him if it meant possiblyfolding the pages or screwing up his quill, and then they wouldn’t be here,with his knee digging into her side and back or all of her weight pressing downon an oddly turned ankle.

(He supposes he’s just luckyshe’s cuddling with him in the first place, but this position’s notparticularly comfortable and, way shorter than him or not, all that musclemakes her dense.)

“Alright, alright.”Jesse detaches, with a bit more reluctance and dramatics than are probablyneeded, and shifts off his lap, lifting him onto hers before he can adjust. Hisankle appreciates it anyway, half-numb as it dangles off the couch.“Better?”

“I’ll take it.” Hewraps an arm around her shoulders, comfortably loose as his other hand snatchesback up the journal and quill.

“How kind of you. It’s verychivalrous and noble of you to put up with me.”

He grins, feeling as cheeky andsmug as she looks and sounds.

“I know.”

She nudges his shoulder, doing abad job of hiding her smile before ducking her head and briefly nuzzling hisneck. It gets the reaction he knows she’s looking for, and she laughs at hisstuttering yelp, only barely not a laugh itself in a desperate attempt to wardoff more attention to an unfortunately ticklish area.

It works, mostly because Jesse’sattention is now on the words scrawled onto the paper, gaze jumping from theneater sections to the ones almost entirely sketched out.

It’s fun to watch her gaze shift,her head tucked onto his shoulder, and still his grip on the book tightens whenher brow furrows.

“It doesn’t look like yourusual writing.”

And even now, after everything,after years of regret and reform, part of Aiden wants to pull it close to hischest, to get up and leave, to redirect the conversation in some brusque butfinal way to keep her nose out of his business. That desperate, twisting partthinks of insults, cold comments, and the sorts of mocking he’ll be openinghimself up to by answering honestly.

Even if it weren’t Jesse asking,he hopes he wouldn’t listen to it, a remnant of a poor time and a poorerperson, worse in character if nothing else.

But because it’s Jesse asking,with all the curiosity she can have and none of the malice or even teasing he’dunderstand and expect from someone else, it’s an easy urge to shove down,because he never wants to be that person again and especially not around her.

“It's–” Aiden pauses,licking his lips instead of biting the lower one again and hopes it makes himseem more at ease, “it’s not. It’s a letter– well, maybe two. I’m tryingto draft it. I was wondering if you could, y'know, read it over. I want to knowif I’m saying it right; there’s still a lot I want to touch up, I’m just notsure how yet.”

He knows if he asked the twopeople he’s writing to, they’d tell him to forget it.

Heck, he fully expects Maya tojust storm the temple after getting hers to chew him out for not visiting andfor being dumb about it when they live in the same town.

(She gets grumpy enough as it iswhenever he rightly mentions that their years-long “exile” in SkyCity was mostly, if not entirely, his fault, along with all the emotional andphysical bumps that came with prison and reform; neither of them ever blamedhim then, and they seem more than convinced now that all of them getting homewas solely because of his letter.)

It’s a five minute walk to theirplace, and it feels more potentially daunting than any of the much longer walkshe takes every day to get to whatever build he and the rest of the constructionteam are working on somewhere in Beacontown.

He hasn’t been to their part oftown yet, luckily enough, for work or for his own curiosity since he went weeksago to check out their new house.

Aiden picks at the upper cornerof the page, already curling and creased.

Letters are easier than actualtalking. In theory.

They might think he’s dumb forit, but he knows they’d appreciate the thought behind the letters.

Well, if he splits the letterinto two. He wants to write them each their own letter, but he knows they’lljust read each other’s anyway. They live together, and while they’ll respecteach other’s privacy and let each read the letter meant for them, Gill sucks atkeeping things from Maya whether she’s trying hard or not to get him to spill.

She’s terrifying when she wantsto be, and Gill’s sappy either way.

And, as Aiden’s learned, ifeither of them are worried or annoyed with Aiden, they’ll be sure to let eachother know it through letter-sharing and ranting, because they’re the type offriends to worry like that when they don’t really need to and really shouldn’tbe concerned in the first place.

Still, they’re worth the effort.If they share theirs, that’s their right.

Jesse’s hand squeezes his arm,gently, and he doesn’t know if it’s meant to be reassuring or just supposed todrag him out of his thoughts.

It manages to succeed at bothanyway.

“I’d love to check it.”As interested as she sounds, she doesn’t make much of an effort to hide yetanother glance between the writing and him, mouth pulling into a frown.“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I figure between me andLukas, you’ve seen plenty of bad drafts and more than enough trash writing. I know you’ve read worse from mebefore.”

Aiden’s letter to her, afterthey’d dealt with the Admin, read as desperate and awkward even when he wroteit, if significantly more mellow than anyone would have probably expectedbefore Sky City. Now it reads as even lousier than he remembered, too formal inall the wrong places and too informal simply because of their history.

With any luck, writing to twopeople who’ve been his best friends for almost as long as he can remembershould be easier, because and in spite of all their history and everythingAiden’s ever done.

“It’s never as bad as eitherof you think. That seems like a writer thing.” Aiden bites back a commentabout how it might be more about them, about their history where, even as Lukasstayed quiet, he was just as subjected to the Ocelot attitude of tearing peoplebesides themselves down for just about anything as Aiden was. If he staysquiet, they can avoid that conversation and Jesse can have more time to lookfor issues. Jesse tilts her head, eyes skimming the page for only a few momentsmore before she points at one line. “It doesn’t hurt to have a newperspective, though. I don’t think that’s supposed to be about theirhorse.”

Aaaaaaaaand maybe Jesse will justspot an obvious typo he should’ve caught in the first place, the scrawledsentence looking more rushed and oddly asking about their horse in a paragraphotherwise focused on their new garden and built home upgrades.

It’s the sort of thing that makesoutsider proof-reading valuable.

“Oh, bite me.” He huffsunder his breath as he scratches out the word, writing the slightly neatercorrected version above it. It’s why he has drafts, beyond his inability to besatisfied with a letter the first time. “I knew I missed something.”

“Only if you’reasking.” Her grin’s cheeky as can be, all teeth to let him know exactlywhat she’s responding to and accompanied by an over the top eyebrow waggle.

He loves her so much; it doesn’tmake her less of a dork. It’s just part of what he loves about her.

It doesn’t keep Aiden frompushing her shoulder, rolling his eyes as his tone goes dry, not monotone butas overtly sarcastic as he can make it.

“It’ll be hard for you toactually read if you’re busy gnawing on me. I taste terrible.”

“You’re not as bad as youthink.” He should expect the kiss on the cheek; he doesn’t. “In a lot of cases.”

Aiden could be sarcastic again,more biting or dry about how that’s not much of a surprise and how he’s good at being wrong, but the only thingdry is the inside of his mouth and he can’t help the lopsided smile.

“Good. That means there’shope.”

“There’s always hope.”

…that’s the sort of mindset hewants, and he hopes Jesse’s feedback will help let that bleed into the letter,spill over into whatever the finished products look like.

They all deserve a little morelight like that.

[asylum-miniatures]

Entry 2 - Travel issues

We are released by the actual guards who turned up as there is nothing except sims cheetah sitting on the dead guy that pins it to us.  We meet up with the guild master who explains what’s going on.  He believes that the weapons are part of a coup, and that he has been able to trace the weapons to another town/city.  He is sending us in undercover to find out who is responsible.  We can’t let this be traced to the guild so we are on our own except for a local contact.

Session two, part one, The Tree

As Swaggy had been feeling board, the DM puts him in charge of this mission.  This was a mistake on several levels.  First, he starts kicking up a fuss about following a cliché spy mission route and compares it to several games he’s played and had to be persuaded that the DM had his own take on things.  Secondly, he didn’t understand he was in charge and could choose what plan we took.  We must have spent at least an hour arguing amongst ourselves as various plans get thrown out (including one the DM was very keen on that involved flying us over then parachuting into the city on rented rings of feather fall, swaggy vetoed it just because he didn’t see the point of having the rings on the mission and believed Draspher or the DM would make us loose them and get a massive fine) and in the end, he has us take the slowest route possible short of walking, the guild bus.

Along a cliff route we find a toppled tree.  It’s decided to move it with strength checks (no-one listens to me about using magic to help) with me, sim and swaggy by the tree, Ocelot behind us Draspher by the bus and Yurion and the driver refusing to get off the bus.

Sure enough, it was an ambush, Draspher gets jumped by two guys, knocked out, tied up and a bag over his head.  I immediately run over to try and stop them, ocelot starts shooting and Yurion doesn't get off the bus.  A few turns in she decided to help by levitating Ocelot so he can get his snipe on from a higher vantage point.

Our brave paladin, upon seeing his teammate being kidnapped by two assailants nobly decided he’d rather do nothing than waste two move actions moving as he has ridiculously slow run speed, and only gets involved when a perception check tells him there are three guys the other side of the tree and a small gap he can get through.  Sim follows suit and climbs the tree, getting into a swordfight with one on top.  This leaves the only person taking on two guys to get our friend back the ninja without anyone to flank with for sneak attacks.  I have two weapon feint, but the point still stands.

Something you must understand for the next part, my back-story is that I somehow survive total party wipes a bunch of times and the guild master doesn't trust me, so he sent Draspher, the guild librarian, to document my behaviour to make sure I'm not deliberately doing this.  As I kill the one guy, the other tries to run with Draspher over his shoulders.  Draspher has been failing every roll given, only just about waking up at this point, so he can’t help.  Seeing no other way to stop him, I go to tackle him.  Sure enough, I get him to the floor and Draspher fly’s off his shoulders, fails his reflex save and so, tied up and blindfolded, goes over the cliff.

So, to reiterate, the guy in charge of keeping an eye on me gets rolled off a cliff thanks to me.  He lives, outcropping tree their but still does not look good for me.  Even more luckily, his raccoon fumbles is still with him and gets him loose from his bonds.

We start mopping up the others including a druid who tried to summon a lighting cloud but was killed before he got his first bolt of.  Draspher meanwhile has gotten free and is now engaging one of the bandits with a bow lower down on the cliff from afar while he is still in the tree.  Fumbles, his raccoon, made his way up the cliff and is gesturing to us to help him up.  Although Glitter-dust didn’t help, he decided to summon a giant bat behind the guy.  At this same moment Ocelot has an idea.

He picks up fumbles, calms him down with handle animal and attempts to use him as a drop bomb on the last bandit.  He rolls a 1.

The last bandit feels a huge set of teeth enter his neck behind him, just as he starts screaming a separate scream is heard as a raccoon falls past him directly down the cliff, all the while Draspher looks on in horror.

Part two, the fight

Fumbles makes his save, but is ticked at Ocelot for this.  We loot the bandits and the only item worth anything is the cat boots the druid was wearing.  I, as the most athletic, take them.

We get to a fluff town half way and stop for the night.  Yurion has a slight bit of trouble when the haunted curse damages a local church she was visiting and she had to offer some (stolen) apples as a penance.  We sleep at the inn and Draspher unfortunately decided, in character, to try and let fumbles have his revenge.  Ocelot had been getting more and more frustrated with swaggy this entire session, disliking his disruptive, un-invested attitude and poor Draspher was the one who received this rage when he seems him passing notes to the DM trying to mess with him.  It was just going to be a harmless prank where he gets a bad haircut but the damage was done.  We carried on and they made amends later but it wasn’t pleasant at the time.

Part three, arrival

We finally make it to the town.  We go to the bar where we are supposed to meet our contact and book a room for the month for all of us.  While we are in the room the contact leaves a note in the plant pot outside the window without any of us noticing him.  We christen him Ninja-san.

It lays out that there are three ways to go about this.  First, help the town guard out until they involve us with their operations.  Second, join the local guild under false names and do the same.  Third, involve ourselves with the mob until we find out their big plans.  We also find out the name of a rough bar where there are organised fights going on in the rough part of town. We ended that session there