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19
PRONOUNS
he/him
CLASS
Runner
Melody
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 16, 2024 1:12:14 GMT
mission: red as the devil's eyes[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]Halley’s comet. Total eclipses. Finding a dollar bill in a dumpster. Every once in a while, such rare phenomena can occur. Tristan is the first one on site - it wasn’t like him at all. It had never been his intention to show up late to his missions. Ever since he had loaded in he’d been unable to familiarize himself with how the waypoints implemented by the system worked. Owing it to a big stroke of luck, today’s attempt landed him right before where the job was going to take place.
Idling around did not sit right with Tristan. He had been unable to stay seated for more than two or three minutes at a time, either standing up to march around or switching to another concrete slab in futile attempts to get more comfortable. As much as he had wanted to get started right away, even his solitary self knew this wasn’t an errand he could run alone. He knew he arrived at the right location when his first glance around led him to lose his stomach for a few seconds. His breath only resumed after he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
A sizable warehouse rests a short distance ahead of Tristan. Although the giant shutter door is almost fully closed, enough light makes it through to allow him to make out the silhouettes of the objects within. Crates and pallets, with far more broken than intact, lay on the ground and against the walls, both inside and outside the building. As messy as it is now, there are traces that convince Tristan that this place had once been clean and organized before - if one looked with a rather abstract view, the crates seem to have been knocked down from their original rows and stacks. Some in particular seem to have fallen from the second floor of the warehouse, judging from the way their corners are cracked and broken. There was no way to tell what the floor plan looked like, or if there really was a second floor - from the distance he was watching from, everything was an assumption.
The one thing that he knew for certain, though, was that this was the den of the devils he’d been tasked to hunt. Red appendages shoot off from every corner of the building, in all varying kinds of shape and size. Although he’d never attempt it, they looked soft to the touch, in a disgusting sort of way. These growths had no fear of the sunlight, stretching out a considerable distance from their source onto the pavement outside. One that distinctly disturbed him was one that was embedded in the wall, vaguely resembling a human with their arms extended outward. A crimson liquid oozes down to parts of the floor which are unfortunate enough to rest under these extremities, drying rather quickly. An intrusive urge beckons Tristan to smell it, but he knows better.
Rather than wait around, he decides to stroll closer to the venue. Even though he definitely was not going in there by himself, it’d be worthwhile to get his blood pumping and maybe get some information along the way.
Notes: +1 flow from movement
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she/her
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bisexual
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Stalwart of Bes
Shelter
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Post by panya on Jul 16, 2024 7:37:51 GMT
Talk about ending up between a rock and a hard place. The ever exploration loving archeologist had fallen into the thick of things when she had followed a lead that was diving into the depths of likely some hell on earth, centered specifically in a single warehouse near Neo-Tokyo. She had been full aware of the risks going in there, she wasn't stupid enough to waltz in and think that Earth-chan wasn't going to throw the easiest monsters her way and call it a day. If she did want to discover more of this strange new world and the secrets therein, Panya was going to have to step out of her comfort zone and take a huge risk, likely the biggest one of her life. She swallowed back whatever fears she had and pressed the button on the screen to accept the quest given to her. Earth-chan gave her a time and a place to meet her party at, and so the die was cast. She murmured something about not wanting to be a bother on the other people and just tried to push everything out of her mind while paroozing the library in Unison Central to kill time before she was due for the mission. Once the time came, Panya loaded up her weapon, slung it over her shoulder, and began the trek to Tokyo once more. The cybernetic city was as busy as ever, with the neon lights lighting up the darkened skies above. It was hard to imagine living in a city of eternal night as a non-nocturnal person. Panya hadn't really been one to stay up until the wee hours of the morning outside of a college setting, but there was a sort of charm in spending the wee hours of the morning with a wonderful book and a proper cup of tea. She wasn't here to see what kind of futuristic books there could be here, though, quickly walking towards the warehouse mentioned where the demons would reside. A part of her did wonder if kurai might have been useful on a mission such as this. Him and his demonic companion would have more than likely be essential allies for a time such as this. Panya had dropped contact with him as of late, though seeing him again would have been quite the surprise! She had entered the industrial district and kept an eye out for the location of where they might have wanted her to head in, soon stumbling across a most terrifying sight. The warehouse was coated in a type of crimson ichor. Red limbs and monstrous looking protrusions layered around the exterior of the building. Panya studied the shapes that surrounded this infested hellhole. It looked as if this was some kind of corruption of some kind, but how would it have taken such a physical form if it was all magical? Was this some type of fire magic, perhaps the ashes of the victims that fell here were mixed with the flames to produce this sort of effect? Whatever it was, it frightened her. The mousey scholar looked back behind her at the fleeting sights of Tokyo. Maybe she could go back home and hide under a couch or something? Maybe there was a nice spot of tea with her name on it, just nice and safe inside of her own little personal bubble! She gripped the edge of her sarcophagus before cursing to herself. She couldn't leave now, not while her teammates were depending on her. And so, the archeologist walked closer to the demon nest. To her surprise, another person was already present and walking closer to his death! Panya hurried up as best she could, even producing a hurried, "W-Wait up! You're here for the mission too, right?" Maybe it stopped him, maybe not. She at least could try and get an answer out of him, or nag his decision making for a bit before they marched to their doom inside. Her eyes went over to the front door, where below in the crack between them, she could make out the shapes of damaged and destroyed equipment inside. Whatever was inside likely was big and strong. "Geez, don't go inside without us. Do you have a death wish or something?" Panya scolded him, but then sighed and looked back at the warehouse, her form trembling. "I'm Panya, but you probably already know that, I think?...A-Anyway, I'm not a fighter persay, but I'll try and keep you safe!"Tristan WuEdgar |
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24
PRONOUNS
any
CLASS
Shark Enthusiast
Moderator
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Post by gloy on Jul 16, 2024 9:00:05 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break][break] Congratulations, [Urban Forager]! You found a new Material: [break][break] Edgar receives:[break] Broken Electric Mask - [Material] This black face mask has a cracked screen on its front, displaying the flickering image of a neon orange stylized tiger's face.[break][break] [attr="class","landtag2"] Edgar [googlefont=Poppins][googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 350px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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PRONOUNS
He/him
SEXUALITY
Consult the Bag
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Urban Forager
Dissection
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Jul 20, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
Post by Edgar on Jul 20, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Always [attr="class","skulloverlap"]come prepared for everything. [attr="class","skullbody"]Ed needed to stop just accepting the prompts, he was getting tired of being displaced all the time. This was getting out of hand especially when he didn't know what the hell was going on, but he got a broken mask out of the deal so that was something. His class seemed to really like materials, though he hadn't been able to gather why yet. He just was not learned in the ways of reading at all, and his parents had had him diagnosed with something called dyslexia before they abandoned him? He wasn't really sure about that all.
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Looking around though from a crouch he already had a bad feeling as he looked around the place. Luckily enough, he wasn't alone here. Spotting two, honestly wildly out of place, people in the distance he would shuffle his hands to his bag straps and look both ways before jogging his way across the street to the two, "I take it you two know what's goin' on here? Or should I be concerned about others not knowing the objective too?"
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It was likely a bad faith approach to the subject, but Ed figured something was better then nothing as he looked to see if accepting this had increased what he assumed was his level for coming to a new zone. It didn't feel like it, but you never knew what you could be able to get out of something until you fully delved into it right? [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/1b/45/ca1b451667a86c116c66f79b36283b53.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#cc9d3a;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#cc9d3a;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] Urban Forager[break][break]
[Current Scrap] - [0][break][break][break]
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[Gate] - [0/2 Uses] or [0/2 Rotations] [0/4 Cooldown][break]
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Chitin Armor[break]
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Consumable One[break]
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Broken Electric Mask[break]
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PRONOUNS
he/him
CLASS
Runner
Melody
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 22, 2024 6:26:08 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]His saunter is interrupted by a soft voice from behind. Tristan turns around to greet the woman at its source. One of his members of the party for the mission - it seems he wasn’t too early after all. With the warehouse still some distance away, he slows down to a measured walk so she can keep up with not too much difficulty. Despite how it looked, Tristan was not at all intending to enter that cursed building all by his lonesome. A little surveillance never hurt anybody.
”Relax. I wasn’t planning to,” he responds to her hurried warnings. She gives her name - if it weren’t for her timid demeanor, he would not have done the same. After all, it was his instinct to keep anything he had to himself, even if it was just a word others called him by. “Tristan.”
As they inch ever closer to the presumed-to-be devil’s lair, another addition to the group joins them. Even though the objective was stated in the mission brief, he is clueless about it. Tristan does not show it, but it irritates him slightly - if they were on the same page, they could have gotten started on the same foot. The faster they got rid of the pests, the faster he could be out and gone from this damned place. Ignoring the question, he gives a brief nod, and then a glance towards Panya, hoping she could fill in the details for the newcomer.
Soon, at the perimeter of the warehouse, it feels like he passes an intangible border of some sort - the air becomes still, and the distant noises of the city are muted. “Quiet,” he whispers, raising his arm upwards slightly as a sign of caution. His foot had landed on what he could only assume to be flesh. The same flesh that protrudes extends from each wall of the building. He can feel the red ooze attempting to stick to his sneakers. Taking a moment to correct himself and get his foot off of the fiendish spot, he nods towards his companions for the day.
Notes: -1 flow from slowing down | [break][attr="class","tristancf"] [attr="class","tristancf2"] [break] level8statsPOWER 5 fDEFENSE 11 eSPEED 33+4 cMAGIC 20+2 dVITALITY 8 fWILLPOWER 10 fLUCK 1 F[break] stacksflow 2(-1)[break] abilitiesconcrete jungleturns active 0/2cooldown 0/2runner's highturns active 0/3cooldown 0/4items- runner's bag- slingers- blessed sneakers- clown's balloon |
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34
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Bi-Sexual
Community Worker
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Post by Jade Callisto on Aug 10, 2024 0:04:25 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] Nefarious Imp
[break][break] — MIN LEVEL 15 — [break][break] PWR: 15 DEF: 15 SPD: 35 MAGI: 30 VIT: 50 WIL: 20 [break][break] ANCHOR TYPE: Dissection [break][break] Claw Swipe[basic]: The Nefarious Imp swipes one of its claws at a single target for [PWR] slashing damage[break][break] Pack Tactics[ability]: If a Nefarious Imp is within 10 feet of another Nefarious Imp they both gain an additional attack action. [break][break]
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she/her
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bisexual
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Stalwart of Bes
Shelter
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Post by panya on Aug 14, 2024 8:03:38 GMT
"Really? Phew, I was worried for a second!" Panya looked up from the other male she had been busy talking down from the ledge that consisted on traveling inside of some devil infested warehouse in the middle of the cyber hellscape around them. He looked like a pretty well traveled man, perhaps busy making sandwiches somewhere? At least he looked like the type! "Oh, hello!" Panya gave a shy wave towards the man as she would carefully glance back at the door behind them. "According to the mission explanation, it just seems like a demon infestation of some kind. I'm not too sure of what's inside of there, b-but maybe we should think twice about this?" Of course, they wouldn't but you couldn't blame her for trying! The group all moved closer to the hideaway for the enemies, with each member of the party readying themselves for a fight. It wasn't like whatever would be waiting inside of there would be interested in tea and chips, now would it? Panya got her weapon out with a hand movement, sarcophagus at the ready to start smashing things. The chance presented itself as a small group of strange little demons darted out of some little crevice. The ever shy Panya rushed into the front with her weapon drawn. "I'm a Shelter class, so I'll be the frontline, alright?" With her [Closed] sarcophagus, Panya raised her weapon in the [Protect] state and aimed to slame it on top of the group of imps. Tristan Wu Edgar
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Sept 5, 2024 23:26:04 GMT
Post by Noelle on Sept 5, 2024 23:26:04 GMT
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[attr="class","noereescroll"]
Misery Business. It was a skill that Noelle genuinely still didn't fully understand, but she had little time or reason to stop and try to learn. Twice it had activated while she was asleep already, and it seemed that her mind, the bastion that it was, wouldn't take much more of this torment. But she was starting to understand it. Every few hours, or days when she was on a particularly dangerous mission and Earth-Chan was being nice, she was forced into a mission. She could usually choose one before then, but when she didn't, and they really didn't want to usually, Earth-Chan forced Noelle from her relaxation. With no time to unwind her dreary form had gained an additional, very real air of tiredness.
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Appearing in a familiar zone, at least for once, Noelle looked around and recognized at least one of these two. Inviting them both casually into a party as she turned to the Imps, "Accept that would you two? I'd appreciate it. I'd also clear out for a moment while I take aggro."[break][break]
It was utterly relaxed as Noelle ran forward her umbrella open straight above her. Both Panya and Tristan being put under the effects of [Inescapable Guilt] as Noelle strided straight into the middle of the group of Imps. A bait for them to encroach and attack her together, and if the group did encircle them then Noelle would unleash the psychic storm of sorrow and trauma that she oft used to bludgeon her problems in this world a zone [3 Meters] around her becoming intensely depressive as the world in that bubble became mono-chrome. Calling Lighting down upon herself with [Pious Requital] in a sudden set of 6 bolts, Noelle finally got temporary relief from the world as she briefly died to bring a bolt of lightning also down onto the group of Imps.[break]
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[attr="class","noestats"] level 31stats POWER F/10 [break] DEFENSE C/30(+7) [break] SPEED E/11 [break] MAGIC C/30 [break] VITALITY D/20(+4) [break] WILLPOWER A/87[break] LUCK 0[break] abilitiesLessons from Pain 0/6 [break][break] Purple Rainstorm 0/2 [break] Shuffle 0/4 [break] Terrible Day 0/0/5 [break] Faulty Forecast 0/6 [break] Hazy Stroll 0/4 [break] Pious Requital 0/5 [break] Inescapable Guilt 0/3 [break] Catch Me If You Can 0/4 [break] items Melancholy Umbrella [break] Rain Jacket of Sorrow[break] Holy Halo of Heavens[break] Manni the Support Buddy[break] Ring of Blessed Light[break] items Protection Through Isolation [break] The Human Spirit[break] Four Minds, Better than One[break] [break] [attr="class","noetag"]
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PRONOUNS
he/him
CLASS
Runner
Melody
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Sept 6, 2024 13:38:58 GMT
Post by Tristan Wu on Sept 6, 2024 13:38:58 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]Tristan is starting to get used to seeing people stronger than him, much like this one who had just appeared out of nowhere. Right now, though, there is no reason to deny help. Almost instantly accepting the party invite, he increases his pace once again. Tristan runs to the side of Panya and further out, attempting to approach one of the six imps in front of them. He starts his assault, following the newcomer who had somehow managed to hit all of the demonic creatures at once. Just before he reaches them, a sudden barrage of lightning falls from the sky and onto each imp - leaving them dazed. However, the player was struck as well - whether this was on purpose or not, Tristan does not know, but he might as well make use of the chance. His sneakers start to glow. Taking the opportunity, he throws a slinger at the closest one, making contact right at the center of its face. Tristan follows up by sliding forward, with one leg outstretched, only to spring right up at the end when he is directly in front of the imp. His knee sinks itself into its stomach effortlessly with the speed he had accumulated from his earlier motions. A burst of barely visible white energy follows Tristan’s attack, striking the imp’s stomach a second time. It slumps down onto the ground, a pit in its body left behind like a burn wound. Another pair of imps, two of the remaining five, upon noticing the death of their friend, charges towards Tristan. He isn’t the type to shout for help - but he for sure needs it right now. They approach recklessly, swinging their claws at him twice. By instinct, however, he manages to redirect all of them by maneuvering his body so that they barely manage to even graze him. He breaks through a gap between them, so that he is almost back where he started, now slightly in front of Panya.
Notes: blessed sneakers are activated, increasing Tristan's SPD to B rank for 3 turns.
Tristan deals C rank DMG to one imp using one of his slingers.
He deals another instance of C rank DMG to it using his core.
He deals another instance of D rank holy DMG using blessed sneakers. (overkill)
With his passive and blessed sneakers, he has A rank DEF for this turn, barely feeling the swipes of the imps.
+1 flow from moving
+1 flow from attacking using SPDpanya Noelle | [break][attr="class","tristancf"] [attr="class","tristancf2"] [break] level8statsPOWER 5 fDEFENSE 11 eSPEED 33+4 cMAGIC 20+2 dVITALITY 8 fWILLPOWER 10 fLUCK 1 F[break] stacksflow 1(+2)[break] abilitiesconcrete jungleturns active 0/2cooldown 0/2runner's highturns active 0/3cooldown 0/4items- runner's bag- slingers- blessed sneakers- clown's balloon |
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