Wait so will this become a battle royale as the squaddies & friends have to fight both their own summons as well as the demon that tries to kill the man or will they face their own demons first and then the demonic hitman/hitwoman/hitmonkey/hit-other?
Also the demons in question are a bit high level, what do you suggest I set the powerlevel at? Will they shrug off bullets like hail or would the stab of a knife seriously inconvenience them?
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Stuff to note: Basically just expanding the characters a little, and just messing around in the mall a little. If no further interaction is going to happen then at roughly 12:30 the four are going to move to Chiyoda to help out local law enforcement. They will stand guard while posing as tourists in the hope of preventing the murder.
Also, the thing about the Three Para Mortars is real. Scroll to the bottom of the article for Colton's quote.
Also, the thing about the Three Para Mortars is real. Scroll to the bottom of the article for Colton's quote.
9:30 Shibuya Mall
“And?” Leona asked as a rumble from her stomach underlined her words.
"I very probably focked up me grammar but um, that thereabouts should be where we’re supposed to be." Arthur said and pointed in the general direction the girls had said the restaurant was supposed to be.
"You know I'm surprised at how smooth that went." Colton remarked.
"It has to do with the local culture, there are some strict unofficial rules in place about how to treat guests with dignity. Not doing so reflects poorly not just on you but also on your entire family, with transgressions punishable up to impaling yourself on your own sword.” Arthur explained.
“I bet you wouldn’t mind impaling her with your sword eh?” Spoon said with a smirk.
“Good christ man they’re what, seventeen at best?” Arthur said faintly offended.
“So? You’re nineteen. Look, divide your own age by two, add six and round up, anything at or above that is not creepy. So for you sixteen is still a-okay, nevermind seventeen.” Spoon said. Arthur looked at him in silence.
“You know I’m actually morbidly impressed that you somehow have a formula for that.” he replied finally.
10:30 Shibuya Mall
While Leona was happily digging in to a third helping of their extended breakfast and Spoon was trying to arrange the dishes into an improvised set of drums, Colton confided into Arthur.
“Say lad, you’re good with the mobile phone right? Gimme a hand here. I think some bloke is trying to pull a fast one on me.” the older man said as he held out a battered old Nokia. Arthur whistled.
“Man that is an old one. Al-right let me see, what’s the problem?” he said.
“Under applications it says something about a demon summoning program, and I can’t get rid of it.” Colton
“You too?” said not Arthur, but Spoon of all people. Leona also looked up from her meal.
“What? You got that same summoning program?” Arthur said puzzled.
“Yeah, can’t get rid of it so I thought I might as well bring that thing in for repairs. Nokia has a head office around here I reckon. Although I hadn’t thought that this virus got the Sergeant too.” Spoon admitted.
“Spoon. One, Nokia is from Scandinavia, not Asia. Second, did we all get it or something?” Leona interjected. A short hunt for their respective mobile devices followed, and soon food or fake drumsets were forgotten. Despite being of different brands and running on vastly different systems, all devices carried the same program.
“So now what? We all got the same virus at the same time?” Colton said mildly irritated as they stared at the four mobile devices side by side.
“Hang on. You got a message from the same guy that sent you the program. Just like like me.” Arthur said as he fiddled with the brick phone.
“At 14:00 a man is mysteriously murdered in Chiyoda. At 18:00 a massive explosion will occur in Ikebukuro. That's all, have a nice day.” the young soldier read out loud.
A short silence drifted over the table as the troops processed this new development.
“Gotta kick it up the food chain.” they said simultaneously. Colton grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.
“Leftenant? Thoroughgood sir, I recently got a message saying- … I see sir... Yes sir… I see. Shibuya mall at some local restaurant sir… Er, officially off duty now sir… Yes sir, no problem. We’ll get it done.”
Colton hung up.
“Well then, looks like we’re stagging at Chiyoda from thirteen hundred onwards. Good news is, we still got the rest of the morning to waste to look like tourists.”
“Kit?” Spoon asked with a slightly off grin.
“Won’t be needed, there won’t be any fighting.” Colton said as he flagged down a waiter for the bill. The fact everyone knew the Sergeant wanted to add ‘hopefully’ to the end of his sentence went unsaid.
11:30 Shibuya mall
The four squaddies stood outside of a clothing store, where a traditional kimono was on display in a special free-standing glass safe. Through a cleverly positioned stand and mirror, it was possible to see how the garb would look without the need to take it out of it’s safe. Leona was first up, and just one glance made her snort in amusement.
“You won’t get a dress like that on me unless I’ve stopped breathing. Doesn’t suit me in the slightest.”
"Hm. How about me then?" Spoon joked, as he lightly pushed her out of the way.
"Looks perfect for Three Para Mortar Platoon." Colton said dryly.
“What?” Arthur said confused.
“You know, ‘take us from the rear and we’ll give you a good spanking.’ those guys?” Leona said mirthfully.
“What?” Arthur said even more confused. By now Spoon had hopped down and threw an arm around the younger man.
“Those who gallantly perform Operation Hoop with one another, that noble band of brethren and only brethren, the mortar platoon of the Third Battalion of the Parachute Regiment. Those brave bum bandits, those gentlemen's gentlemen, those crackpipe commandos, the takers of the other bus and pink pantella puffers.” he intoned lyrically.
“What?!”
“Oh for focks sake man. Gaaay.” Spoon said exasperated.
“Wha- No I got that much, just why the mortars?”
“Well it was always suspected since the founding but one day one of their members just flat out went and confirmed it. You see this bloke figured he wasn’t making enough money in her Majesty’s service so he got a second day job. As rent boy. We all had a real good laugh about it afterwards. Then as if that wasn’t confirmation enough, when they were out in the ‘Stan, and I quote one of them directly here: ‘The Taliban took us from the rear and we gave them a good spanking.” Colton explained.
“And?” Leona asked as a rumble from her stomach underlined her words.
"I very probably focked up me grammar but um, that thereabouts should be where we’re supposed to be." Arthur said and pointed in the general direction the girls had said the restaurant was supposed to be.
"You know I'm surprised at how smooth that went." Colton remarked.
"It has to do with the local culture, there are some strict unofficial rules in place about how to treat guests with dignity. Not doing so reflects poorly not just on you but also on your entire family, with transgressions punishable up to impaling yourself on your own sword.” Arthur explained.
“I bet you wouldn’t mind impaling her with your sword eh?” Spoon said with a smirk.
“Good christ man they’re what, seventeen at best?” Arthur said faintly offended.
“So? You’re nineteen. Look, divide your own age by two, add six and round up, anything at or above that is not creepy. So for you sixteen is still a-okay, nevermind seventeen.” Spoon said. Arthur looked at him in silence.
“You know I’m actually morbidly impressed that you somehow have a formula for that.” he replied finally.
10:30 Shibuya Mall
While Leona was happily digging in to a third helping of their extended breakfast and Spoon was trying to arrange the dishes into an improvised set of drums, Colton confided into Arthur.
“Say lad, you’re good with the mobile phone right? Gimme a hand here. I think some bloke is trying to pull a fast one on me.” the older man said as he held out a battered old Nokia. Arthur whistled.
“Man that is an old one. Al-right let me see, what’s the problem?” he said.
“Under applications it says something about a demon summoning program, and I can’t get rid of it.” Colton
“You too?” said not Arthur, but Spoon of all people. Leona also looked up from her meal.
“What? You got that same summoning program?” Arthur said puzzled.
“Yeah, can’t get rid of it so I thought I might as well bring that thing in for repairs. Nokia has a head office around here I reckon. Although I hadn’t thought that this virus got the Sergeant too.” Spoon admitted.
“Spoon. One, Nokia is from Scandinavia, not Asia. Second, did we all get it or something?” Leona interjected. A short hunt for their respective mobile devices followed, and soon food or fake drumsets were forgotten. Despite being of different brands and running on vastly different systems, all devices carried the same program.
“So now what? We all got the same virus at the same time?” Colton said mildly irritated as they stared at the four mobile devices side by side.
“Hang on. You got a message from the same guy that sent you the program. Just like like me.” Arthur said as he fiddled with the brick phone.
“At 14:00 a man is mysteriously murdered in Chiyoda. At 18:00 a massive explosion will occur in Ikebukuro. That's all, have a nice day.” the young soldier read out loud.
A short silence drifted over the table as the troops processed this new development.
“Gotta kick it up the food chain.” they said simultaneously. Colton grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.
“Leftenant? Thoroughgood sir, I recently got a message saying- … I see sir... Yes sir… I see. Shibuya mall at some local restaurant sir… Er, officially off duty now sir… Yes sir, no problem. We’ll get it done.”
Colton hung up.
“Well then, looks like we’re stagging at Chiyoda from thirteen hundred onwards. Good news is, we still got the rest of the morning to waste to look like tourists.”
“Kit?” Spoon asked with a slightly off grin.
“Won’t be needed, there won’t be any fighting.” Colton said as he flagged down a waiter for the bill. The fact everyone knew the Sergeant wanted to add ‘hopefully’ to the end of his sentence went unsaid.
11:30 Shibuya mall
The four squaddies stood outside of a clothing store, where a traditional kimono was on display in a special free-standing glass safe. Through a cleverly positioned stand and mirror, it was possible to see how the garb would look without the need to take it out of it’s safe. Leona was first up, and just one glance made her snort in amusement.
“You won’t get a dress like that on me unless I’ve stopped breathing. Doesn’t suit me in the slightest.”
"Hm. How about me then?" Spoon joked, as he lightly pushed her out of the way.
"Looks perfect for Three Para Mortar Platoon." Colton said dryly.
“What?” Arthur said confused.
“You know, ‘take us from the rear and we’ll give you a good spanking.’ those guys?” Leona said mirthfully.
“What?” Arthur said even more confused. By now Spoon had hopped down and threw an arm around the younger man.
“Those who gallantly perform Operation Hoop with one another, that noble band of brethren and only brethren, the mortar platoon of the Third Battalion of the Parachute Regiment. Those brave bum bandits, those gentlemen's gentlemen, those crackpipe commandos, the takers of the other bus and pink pantella puffers.” he intoned lyrically.
“What?!”
“Oh for focks sake man. Gaaay.” Spoon said exasperated.
“Wha- No I got that much, just why the mortars?”
“Well it was always suspected since the founding but one day one of their members just flat out went and confirmed it. You see this bloke figured he wasn’t making enough money in her Majesty’s service so he got a second day job. As rent boy. We all had a real good laugh about it afterwards. Then as if that wasn’t confirmation enough, when they were out in the ‘Stan, and I quote one of them directly here: ‘The Taliban took us from the rear and we gave them a good spanking.” Colton explained.
Posted. For the record Arthur is asking Mitsuki and her friends for directions.
Also none of my four have checked their devices yet for the demon summoning program, rest assured that will happen soon.
Also none of my four have checked their devices yet for the demon summoning program, rest assured that will happen soon.
Yokota Air Base
8:30 was way too early for most sane persons to be up, about and chipper Leona Ramirez decided. Hence why Spoon was already bouncing around outside of her room egging her to get ready. The excitable young man had barged into the female barracks with all the subtlety he was renown for and banged on her door until she woke up, ignoring the glares cast his way by the other soldiers. Officially they were guests, the British soldiers on exchange in Japan to test out new systems along with the rest of their platoon and as a ‘honored guest’ Spoon was not unceremoniously kicked out. Yet. If the banging continued he might very well be.
“Yeah yeah gimme a minute.” she grumbled as she headed for her shower.
“Hurry it up then, even the nig is done and ready.” Spoon replied agitated.
“Thought we had a free day today.” Leona commented as soon as she was done. Spoon nodded, his dog tags jingling.
“Exactly! We got the entire city to explore and fok all time to do it in so we’d better hurry. Come on come on! Forget mess breakfast, we’re getting REAL scoff. Genuine jap snap.” he said with an excited glint in his brown eyes. The sound of a deep, sonorous voice turned his expression into one akin to a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“So. Wot’s all this then?” sergeant Colton Thoroughgood said, arms crossed as he stood in the doorway very much like the brick wall he was built as. Behind him the blond hair of Arthur Pipkin could just barely be seen poking over the man’s shoulder. The young man gave an apologetic look to Spoon meant to convey that he had tried and failed to stall Thoroughgood. Spoon gave Arthur a resigned nod.
“Erm, we’re getting in among the locals sir?” Spoon tried to appease the older sergeant.
“Truly? Sounds like an excellent idea lance corporal. Does this intent extends to your current position and behaviour?”
“No sir?” Spoon replied. Leona reflected that all in all getting up early was worth watching Spoon get an earful about barging into the female barracks unannounced.
9:00 Shibuya Mall
"So... where are we going to eat anyway?" Leona asked once the four of them eventually got to town. Dressed in simple civilian clothing they could almost pass for a normal bunch of tourists, bar the dog tags each wore around their necks.
“Supposedly they have this traditional restaurant around here, one of the japs gave me a map.” Spoon replied and started to fumble around with the object in question.
“You can read Japanese?” Thoroughgood remarked.
“Erm. No sir.” Spoon admitted sheepishly.
“One second.” Arthur remarked.
“So what good does that thing do us then?” Thoroughgood said as he gestured to the map.
“I do know what wriggly bits match up with ‘restaurant’ so really it shouldn’t be that much of an issue. All we gotta do is match up wriggly bits with street names and then bam, Bob’s your uncle.” Spoon defended himself.
“Or we could just wait for Sprog to finish asking the locals.” Leona interjected. Both men looked up from the map to where Arthur approached a pair of local girls.
“I’m terribly sorry get me directions old restaurant please?” he said in broken Japanese. Between his flannel and jeans combination, apparent poor grasp of the local language and his innocently curious expression, Leona expected a storm of giggles any second.
8:30 was way too early for most sane persons to be up, about and chipper Leona Ramirez decided. Hence why Spoon was already bouncing around outside of her room egging her to get ready. The excitable young man had barged into the female barracks with all the subtlety he was renown for and banged on her door until she woke up, ignoring the glares cast his way by the other soldiers. Officially they were guests, the British soldiers on exchange in Japan to test out new systems along with the rest of their platoon and as a ‘honored guest’ Spoon was not unceremoniously kicked out. Yet. If the banging continued he might very well be.
“Yeah yeah gimme a minute.” she grumbled as she headed for her shower.
“Hurry it up then, even the nig is done and ready.” Spoon replied agitated.
“Thought we had a free day today.” Leona commented as soon as she was done. Spoon nodded, his dog tags jingling.
“Exactly! We got the entire city to explore and fok all time to do it in so we’d better hurry. Come on come on! Forget mess breakfast, we’re getting REAL scoff. Genuine jap snap.” he said with an excited glint in his brown eyes. The sound of a deep, sonorous voice turned his expression into one akin to a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“So. Wot’s all this then?” sergeant Colton Thoroughgood said, arms crossed as he stood in the doorway very much like the brick wall he was built as. Behind him the blond hair of Arthur Pipkin could just barely be seen poking over the man’s shoulder. The young man gave an apologetic look to Spoon meant to convey that he had tried and failed to stall Thoroughgood. Spoon gave Arthur a resigned nod.
“Erm, we’re getting in among the locals sir?” Spoon tried to appease the older sergeant.
“Truly? Sounds like an excellent idea lance corporal. Does this intent extends to your current position and behaviour?”
“No sir?” Spoon replied. Leona reflected that all in all getting up early was worth watching Spoon get an earful about barging into the female barracks unannounced.
9:00 Shibuya Mall
"So... where are we going to eat anyway?" Leona asked once the four of them eventually got to town. Dressed in simple civilian clothing they could almost pass for a normal bunch of tourists, bar the dog tags each wore around their necks.
“Supposedly they have this traditional restaurant around here, one of the japs gave me a map.” Spoon replied and started to fumble around with the object in question.
“You can read Japanese?” Thoroughgood remarked.
“Erm. No sir.” Spoon admitted sheepishly.
“One second.” Arthur remarked.
“So what good does that thing do us then?” Thoroughgood said as he gestured to the map.
“I do know what wriggly bits match up with ‘restaurant’ so really it shouldn’t be that much of an issue. All we gotta do is match up wriggly bits with street names and then bam, Bob’s your uncle.” Spoon defended himself.
“Or we could just wait for Sprog to finish asking the locals.” Leona interjected. Both men looked up from the map to where Arthur approached a pair of local girls.
“I’m terribly sorry get me directions old restaurant please?” he said in broken Japanese. Between his flannel and jeans combination, apparent poor grasp of the local language and his innocently curious expression, Leona expected a storm of giggles any second.
About 90% done, but I'm just too tired to finish today. Question can I post 'simultaneously' with someone else? Eg. they're doing something at 8:30, I'm doing something at 8:30 in a completely different spot?
Ok. Still busy writing, should be done tomorrow I hope.
Awesome.
Colton and Yama:
I can see these two having their differences in opinion, mainly because from what I can remember of the games their definition of 'justice' differs slightly. Only slightly though and more in the sense that they would have long hearty discussions about what justice is rather than coming to blows about it.
Leona and Kishin Ubelluris:
Extremely pleased that she has the toughest summon of them all. Though thoroughly confused by his low intelligence, mostly because she doesn't think she's that stupid, right? Might involve martial arts lessons at some point, although it will remain to be seen if these get through Ubelluris' thick skull. Probably not.
Spoon and Touki Beserker:
These two are going to get along famously. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
Arthur and Divine Power:
Will probably get along well initially, which ends up causing endless, merciless teasing of the both of them by the other squaddies. Further down the line cracks in their relationship will develop if/when Arthur learns the details of the Millenium Kingdom and Power learns of his innate knack for darkness/death related magic.
Colton and Yama:
I can see these two having their differences in opinion, mainly because from what I can remember of the games their definition of 'justice' differs slightly. Only slightly though and more in the sense that they would have long hearty discussions about what justice is rather than coming to blows about it.
Leona and Kishin Ubelluris:
Extremely pleased that she has the toughest summon of them all. Though thoroughly confused by his low intelligence, mostly because she doesn't think she's that stupid, right? Might involve martial arts lessons at some point, although it will remain to be seen if these get through Ubelluris' thick skull. Probably not.
Spoon and Touki Beserker:
These two are going to get along famously. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
Arthur and Divine Power:
Will probably get along well initially, which ends up causing endless, merciless teasing of the both of them by the other squaddies. Further down the line cracks in their relationship will develop if/when Arthur learns the details of the Millenium Kingdom and Power learns of his innate knack for darkness/death related magic.
In case this wasn't clear they're all British troops, AKA 'Squaddies'.
Interested, is it possible to make four characters that are already in a group?
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