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In World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate VG Crossover RP) → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here are my redone character sheets.



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In World of Light → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Skyworld’s the Limit

Midna’s @DracoLunaris, Pit’s @Yankee, Sectonia’s @Archmage MC, Roxas’ @Double, Sandalphon’s @Lugubrious
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Given the altitude of the Avenger’s target, this deployment went much more quickly than the drops to Carnival Town, Markarth, and Peach’s Castle. Perked up by her extra-strong morning coffee, Sandalphon withstood the bumpy ride down as best she could, but even the stolid archangel could not steel herself for what she saw when her bullet-like hellpod hit the ground. When its lid popped off, blindingly brilliant sunlight flooded in, and as Sandalphon recoiled from its radiance the floor panel beneath her automatically lifted her up into the day’s warmth. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and when they did she could begin to behold the stunning beauty of Skyworld at dawn, in all its glory.

Floating high above the Sandswept Sky’s eastern coast, Skyworld took the form of a gargantuan array of interconnected sky islands, sprawled out both horizontally and vertically, their mountainous landmasses of pale stone contrasted against the rich yellows and oranges of lush, perennially autumnal foliage. A number of the islands featured a more natural appearance, with pools of pristine water, golden grasses, and placid herbivores interspersed among their untouched deciduous sentinels. Most, however, featured at least some semblance of deliberate masonry, and many of the largest islands featured architectural achievements of astonishing size and grandeur. Holy spires, breathtaking cathedrals, and lovely temples could be found all over, surrounded by elaborate monuments and serving as the centerpieces of angelic colonies of a uniform Greco-Roman style. Over everything towered several minor erdtrees, the most massive of which could be found on the centermost and largest sky island of all, Eden, surrounded by concentric rings of idyllic waterfall terraces. As divine as it all looked, especially that immense tree with its luminous leaves, this was no perfect paradise. Its many fortified bastions, ramparts, and winged soldiers spoke of plentiful turmoil, and nowhere seemed more active than the acropolis stronghold of Palutena’s Temple, sheltered beneath the wings of the goddess of light herself.

The reason for Skyworld’s standing army became clear after a little more searching. Not all of the archipelago’s islands were autumnal parks or angelic townships. In sharp contrast, some of them -on the far side opposite Eden and Palutena’s Temple- were stained pitch-black and sickly yellow-green, infested and overgrown by some form of inky, oozy corruption with a tendency to form crystalline deposits and eye-like growths. From here it was hard to make out the details, but even at a distance it inspired a strong aversion in anything healthy and/or holy. No doubt the denizens of this airborne realm kept those islands as isolated and quarantined as possible, on guard against possible vectors of infection around the clock.

Sandalphon looked around. She and the other Seekers had dropped into the middle of a small forested island at a high altitude, which she had to thank for the good view she’d gotten of Skyworld itself. Both Eden and Palutena’s Temple weren’t all that far off. Everything about this place appealed to the archangel’s aesthetic sense immensely, and it was hard to suppress her excitement as she absorbed the awe-inspiring scenery. Given her typical nonchalance, Sandalphon was practically giddy. “It would be a shame to rush through this place,” she remarked to the others. “Though we’re here to find Palutena, let us not disregard Skyworld’s wondrous beauty in the process.”

"Heheh, it is pretty great isn't it?" Pit stood with his hands at hips and his wings spread proudly. He breathed the air in deeply, beaming at his friends and companions before looking out over the various islands again and throwing his hands up, open and wide. "Welcome to Skyworld! This is where me, the Centurions, and Lady Palutena live. And Pittoo sometimes, but since he joined up with Viridi he hasn't really visited."

Pit took in the whole of Skyworld, everything that it had been combined with, what was different and what was still the same. His gaze lingered on Palutena's Temple, his home, more than once. There were a lot more islands, though many of them didn't look out of place at all. Bridges connected some, others were free floating. Compared to the eternal summer usually found in the realm, it now appeared to be autumn, which was an interesting change. He noted the legions of Palutena's Army, the army he was captain of, flitting around in the distance, as well as the corroded islands they had fortified against. He squinted at these corrupted spaces, finding some had a disturbing resemblance to the Chaos Kin, but from here he couldn't be sure. Is this what they've been dealing with up here? Lady Palutena was too busy with the army to reach out to me? the young angel thought. He was still worried over the goddess, but just being back in Skyworld alleviated a lot of his fears.

"It's not exactly the same though. Hmm... honestly, I kinda like some of the changes," he said, his eyes tracing the trunk of the largest erdtree. After a moment, and another glance at the temple, he finally tore his attention away from the area and put it back on the other Seekers.

"We can island hop! Plus I want to get a closer look at what that dark stuff is. It can't be good."

”Yes, look, definitely a thing I can do right now,” Midna replied, a hand raised to try and shield her eyes from the sun, the combination of helmet, mask, and literal blindfold apparently not doing much to protect the twilight princess’ dark adapted sight. Her desert adapted flygon, despite its twilight-ification, meanwhile, was more than happy to sun itself by her side while it waited to take her to the skies.

”Hmmm. I suppose we should’ve expected some kind of battleground here as well… I suppose if we need to island hop I can carry one of you non fliers.” Sectonia said, looking at the situation before her. She’d prefer more flowers and less architecture, perhaps more gemstones, but Pit was right, this place wasn’t half bad.

Luckily for Roxas, he still had his Jackal mask which he could wear to shield his eyes from the sun for the most part. [gold=gold]”So this is like a land of angels?”[/color] Roxas asked. It did seem pretty appropriate that angels would inhabit a kingdom of floating sky islands way up in the clouds like this. Something about this also reminded him a lot of a place that existed in his own world too, but since Roxas had never personally visited that place he couldn’t completely confirm the similarities.

Since Midna was taller than him now, Pit couldn't do much to provide her with extra shade (if it would have even helped). Which was a shame since she wouldn't be able to really appreciate the area. They had to get her some sunglasses. At Roxas' question he looked at the other boy, started to nod, and then turned to shaking his head... and then paused and nodded again.

"It probably is now? I mean, back home I'm the only angel that lives here. Lady Palutena mentioned the Centurions aren't really, and she doesn't count 'cause she's a goddess. Sandalphon was the first actual angel I've met besides me!" He looked back out towards the main island. "I wonder what other kinds of angels are here now!"

While her new surroundings interested her the most, Sandalphon kept an eye on her allies as well. Pit seemed to be full of energy and pride, eager to show off this aerial archipelago and its wonders despite the drastic departures from the Skyworld he knew and loved. If he were a tour guide, then she, Roxas, and Sectonia were certainly the tourists. The same couldn’t be said for Midna, whose natural loathing of light had not, unfortunately, been mitigated by her many fusions. Inwardly, Sandalphon both wondered why she chose to come here and lauded her tenacity for doing so. Weighing Midna’s discomfort against her own desire to explore, and keeping in mind the possibility that surprise visitors might not be welcome in high-security areas, the archangel quickly calculated a route through the sky islands. Among the members of this group, only Sectonia could fly freely, but the rest could at least slow-fall or long jump, which opened up a lot of paths. “Let’s be off, then. We’ll have ample time for admiration in transit.”

Just as Pit said, the Seekers began to island hop. Though Sandalphon prescribed a reasonably efficient route toward Palutena’s Temple for Midna’s sake, it would be difficult for any trip through Skyworld to not be scenic. The high-altitude wind practically sang through the trees decked out in fall colors, and each sculpture they passed seemed more impressive than the next. Various creatures could be found all over, especially in the untouched autumn woods, including curious egg-shaped paissa, mischievous gaelicats, two-faced remlits, eerie seraphaces, and moody bansheep. As the newcomers marched up and down well-worn stone stairs, past pillars, and through ancient archways, they could scarcely ignore the patrols of the well-armed angels that Pit had been so curious about. Every squad featured at least one formidable Feathershield, each one possessed of brawn as grand as his sterling silver armor and towering greatshield polished to a mirror sheen. In their company one could find a handful of gallant Featherswords, keen Featherbows, and slight Featherstaffs, all wearing either helmets or silvery masks. Rarer but more impressive still were the elites, the Storm Wardens with wings of light and heavy cannons, as well as the Champions so heavily armed and armored that they might as well have been holy mechs. Though vigilant as they flew about, these angels did not regard the newcomers with hostility, especially once they got a good look at Sandalphon’s remarkable triple halo and Pit’s own white-feathered wings. Instead they treated the newcomers with courtesy, nodding politely as they flapped past. Somewhat relieved, Sandalphon continued to keep up with her energetic young charge as well as she could as the team drew closer to Palutena’s Temple.

”So, you said your lady Palutena is a goddess, yes?” Midna asked Pit, casually, and then gave a touch too much away by adding ”as in an actual goddess?” with just a hint of need before controlling for that and asking ”what’s she like?”

"Oh man, where do I start?" he replied without looking over at Midna, starry eyed gaze fixed on the unfamiliar angelic soldiers and the next island they'd have to hop down to. He probably would have launched into the same speech he gave Sandalphon about her the day before, if no one had cut him off.

”Hmph, if her beauty doesn’t eclipse or even come close to mine, I’ll be very disappointed.” Sectonia said, having power that rivaled the gods or so she thought, and then having absorbed the power of one just recently. Although to her it was more about beauty. ”Although so far, things have been… fine. I could see places to work on, but so far things are acceptable.”

"Acceptable" was high praise coming from the Queen of Floralia, but it was overridden by her first comment, at least in Pit's ears. He whirled around to face Sectonia, pale pink color spreading on his cheeks. "It definitely does! Lady Palutena is perfect! She's—whoa!"

Moving backward, Pit nearly slipped from the edge of the floating rock they were on. He caught himself before falling, pushing off the side and spreading his wings to glide down to the nearest island. When he landed he huffed, then waited for the others to swoop down and join him. Once everyone met Lady Palutena, they would understand how wonderful she was. And it would be soon, hopefully. The thought was energizing Pit, but he reigned it in as best he could, and once the others joined him again he gave Midna a serious answer.

"Lady Palutena is the Goddess of Light. She's awesome - strong, smart and kind. You'll like her! Just, maybe don't look directly at her halo."

Sectonia gave a bit of a chuckle at hearing that. She had just absorbed a light goddess herself. ”Hm… that's interesting. I do hope she doesn’t dislike our princess here like the Guardian of the Under would.” Sectonia mused. ”She targeted Ganondorf quite often…”

Not quite sure of the logical connection behind Sectonia’s thought process, Sandalphon focused on the road ahead, as well as the person of interest who the quartet would find at the end. “It sounds like Palutena and I will get along. Although I often assume directorial duties in combat operations, my role is primarily dictated by necessity, due to my talents in logistics, communication, and calculation. I would offer no reservations about ceding the role to someone who’s similarly capable but also displays true leadership qualities, such as the charisma to inspire strength and loyalty in the troops.” After brushing back a few strands of hair teased out of place by the wind, Sandalphon slipped her hands in her pockets as she continued on. “Objectively speaking, somebody like me could be replaced with a sufficiently powerful computer. Someone like this Palutena, however, sounds irreplaceable.”

”Then she might be just what we need” Midna concluded based on all this, even if her desire was more for a hand wise and true enough to be trusted to hold Galeem’s power than specifically a leader to dictate how to claim it. She Seekers were no nation or army, and they were held together by a shared interest and shared foe, rather than any kind of loyalty to any sort of leader after all.

Flurries of falling leaves blew overhead and scraped softly across the ground as the team proceeded over an arched stone bridge. The closer they got to Palutena’s Temple, the more built up these islands were, to the point where they became less like free-floating masses and more like supports for the structures built atop them. At this point, most of the angel soldiers the newcomers encountered appeared to either be on guard duty, preparing to deploy, or returning from assignment. Though wary of the unfamiliar faces, they behaved no less cordially than the patrols encountered earlier; evidently Sandalphon’s halo did a lot of talking. It wasn’t long before the Seekers’ road brought them to a heavily fortified gate that barred the way to the temple grounds, where they found a Feathershield captain running drills. Boasting a remarkably burly physique but unusually small wings, the man noticed the strangers immediately, and turned away from his soldiers with a stern, stony face.

“Peace be with you,” he greeted in a flat but proper English accent. “You must be new here. On behalf of Skyworld’s angels, welcome. I am Fodoquia, a humble blade of the Father and soldier of Palutena’s Army. If you please, state your names, affiliations, and business here at the seat of Skyworld’s power.”

The Archangel bowed her head respectfully. “Peace be with you, Fodoquia. I am Sandalphon, servant of the goddess Illia. Though I lack wings in this form, I too am an angel, as is young Pit here.” She gestured toward her companion. “And these are Midna, Roxas, and Sectonia, our friends and comrades. Though I understand her to be a busy woman, we seek to meet with Lady Palutena.”

“Illia?” A much deeper voice rang out as another formidable angel descended from the top of the gate on great white wings. He stood even taller than Fodoquia, and made for a striking sight in heavy gold-and-white armor. Though bald-headed, he sported a white goatee, and a symbol on his forehead that shone with inner light. This angel was ever bit a no-nonsense professional as his counterpart, and after he alighted he and Fodoquia on either side of the gate made for an imposing pair of gate guards indeed. “Never heard of her,” he declared, crossing his arms.

Sandalphon shifted her weight slightly. “Long ago, she made the first-ever pact with a dragon, in this case the Holywyrm Elysium. Their divine accord quelled the conflict between man and dragon to create the foundation of society across Grastaea. Though she is worshiped as a goddess and the progenitor of the Illian Church, which I serve as the leader of a peacekeeping group called the Apostles. I must confess that she is not a creator deity like many that I’ve learned of during my time in this World of Light, making her more akin to a saint, and by the time I came to be she was long gone.” She tilted her head slightly, her pupils becoming inverted triangles. “So, perhaps you might understand why I am eager to meet a ‘goddess’ in the flesh.”

The angel nodded his head. “Well said. I do understand your curiosity, and share it. Though all angels like myself revere the Creator, or Father as some call him, we have yet to see him face to face. I am Nathaniel, soldier of the Hellguard and direct subordinate to Uriel, who stands alongside Lady Palutena to safeguard Skyworld from evil. If you would be so kind as to wait, I will send word that you request an audience.”

At that moment, though, a third angel descended from the sky, her long straight-cut blonde hair flowing in the wind. Unlike the other two, her wings and armor featured a more cybernetic technological appearance, and she seemed less like a soldier. “You big dummies!” she called out as she landed, a teasing smile on her face. “All this dithering about beliefs and protocols. Did the name ‘Pit’ mean nothing to you!?” As Fodoquia and Nathaniel exchanged a confused glance, the lady angel planted her palm against her face. “Ugh, unbelievable.” She then turned a smile at Pit, winking. “Sorry about all that. You and your friends should come with me!” Turning on a dime toward her compatriots, her voice became harsh again. “Hurry up and open the gates!”

Fodoquia cleared his throat, lips pursed, and called up to the soldiers on the wall. “...Open the gates.”

"That's more like it," Pit grinned. In all honesty he was a little starstruck to see so many angels, so it was a good thing that Sandalphon had taken charge of the introduction. That the soldiers hadn't recognized him wasn't a shock, but things were set straight without him even having to say anything! It was a relief that even after merging with some other army he still held his rank.

A moment later the gates opened wide, admitted the Seekers to Palutena’s Temple with the lady angel as their guide. “My name is Celia,” she introduced herself. “Don’t mind those stuffy soldiers. We’ve been expecting you, a certain someone in particular. Better not keep her waiting~” She beckoned the newcomers to follow her, then took off, flying fast and low through the temple grounds.

”Convenient” Midna noted, before dismissing her draconic escort, tensing, and then taking off at a jog after their fast flying guide, calling back ”let’s not keep her waiting.”

”She’s a goddess right?” Roxas replied. ”And the Avenger’s a big ship, so… it can’t be that weird if she saw us coming… right?”

"Of course not! She can see pretty much everything!"

Sectonia observed the chatter and she didn’t really say much of anything as the others had this well in hand. And she was learning quite a bit by just watching. Well, it was interesting, but also a bit concerning, that Pit outranked all these angels with how boyish he was. But then that led to more thoughts and overall she’d need to still see Palutena, but Sectonia was interested now.

”Wonder why those other Angels didn’t know you.” Roxas said to Pit as they were escorted. ”Shouldn’t they have been told to be on the lookout for your return or something?”

”Factionalism, maybe?” Midna suggested, as she wondered what it must be like to act in the name of an absent god when a real one was right there. ”Maybe there’s some disagreement or rift between these followers of the ‘Father’ and those who serve Lady Palutena?”

”Makes sense…. These Consuls are stirring up conflict everywhere even if they themselves aren’t here. And the world itself causes conflict as well, so conflict among factions would mesh well with what we know.” Sectonia said, agreeing with Midna.

Sandalphon considered the situation. “Or perhaps they were given a physical description that is no longer applicable.”

”A mix of both perhaps.”

”Maybe,” Roxas said. ”but that doesn't explain why they didn't at least recognize his name.”

"They were definitely newbies, but whatever it was it's fine now," Pit said, shrugging the whole thing off. After all, there was only one person that he cared about recognizing him right now. In anticipation he sped up even more to catch up with Celia, eyes on the familiar rising temple.

"It hasn't been that long, right?" To him it didn't feel like it, but in light of everything they'd learned yesterday he couldn't be sure. He hoped that Lady Palutena hadn't been stressed and looking for him at least. "Are you part of her army too, Celia? Has she been doing okay? ...and are you a robot angel?"

After crossing a handful of bridges and climbing a lot of stairs, the group was getting close to Palutena’s Temple, and their pace began to slow somewhat. When Pit took the chance to talk to her, Celia replied with a cheeky smile. “Oh no, wrong on both accounts I’m afraid~. I’m more of a…well, spy, heehee. While the others flap around with their heads in the clouds, I keep my ear to the ground for juicy secrets. I’m pretty good, too. Lady Palutena trusted me to keep an eye out for her favorite little angel, after all~” She giggled. “And no, I’m not a robot. Whatever gave you that idea?”

Her wings of course, but by that time the six had reached the temple’s grand main entrance, so the conversation came to an end. With a nod from Celia, the angel guards on duty threw wide the doors to admit the newcomers into Palutena’s Temple. Sandalphon composed herself and followed the two inside at a more dignified pace than the hyper-excited Pit, ready to meet his goddess.

The temple was constructed in much the same way as the rest of Skyworld, but being its seat of power the area was polished and immaculate. Pools and streams of crystal blue water decorated the temple, along with some features new to Pit like stained glass fixtures. Emboldened by it looking mostly the same he led the group deeper in, his flapping wings urging them to go faster even if he didn't say it aloud. It wasn't far from the entrance that they came upon a wide open room with a doorway on two other sides, just as pristine as the rest of the temple. Tall marble columns stood along each wall of cool colored tile mosaics, holding up a high tiered ceiling with a glass window at the top letting plenty of sunlight in. Beautiful fabric drapes covered the far walls behind the room's only real feature: a large, marble double staircase with a raised landing. At the top of it, a floating cherub spoke with a slender woman clothed in white robes and gold accessories. She held a gold and lapis staff taller than she was in one hand, a reflective buckler shield strapped to her other arm. Silken green hair cascaded down her back, topped by an elegant laurel crown, and at the back of her head, a radiant blue winged halo shone. Though human in appearance, her very presence seemed so much larger. There was no doubt about who this woman was even if Pit hadn't called out to her, his voice full of mixed emotion.

"Lady Palutena!"

She turned, giving everyone a full view of the illustrious Goddess of Light. She didn't seem surprised; rather her expression was serene and welcoming, as befitting a divine being... and then she smiled widely, clearly as elated to see her loyal angel as he was to see her.

"Pit!" Palutena ceased her conversation and stepped off of the landing, floating down to the floor. At the same time Pit had all but sprinted the extra distance and flung himself towards her. She caught the angel in her arms, sharing a hug with him before stepping back and ruffling his hair affectionately. "It's about time you got here."

"I know, I know! I'm sorry Lady Palutena. I was busy with world saving stuff, and I couldn't exactly get back up here on my own you know."

The two of them grinned at each other. Although looking up at her, Pit could see that her emerald green eyes were covered by the sunset red film denoted by the Gleaming, just like the rest of the angels they'd passed. He had hoped that somehow she would already have been freed, but since she hadn't contacted him he knew that wouldn't be the case. It was probably what caused the interference in the first place.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, um, nothing. It just... feels really good to be back here and see you again, Lady Palutena."

The goddess wasn't fooled, but she let it slide so that she could turn her attention to the four people Pit had brought along with him. There was a flicker of something similar to recognition in her gaze as she looked at them, like she had some second hand knowledge about some of the group, but she didn't assume anything - instead gesturing to the Seekers and glancing down at Pit. "New friends of yours?"

"Yup!" He happily introduced each person in turn this time, pointing them out as he went. "This is Roxas, Princess Midna, Queen Sectonia, and Sandalphon, an angel of the goddess Illia!"

Palutena smiled warmly, nodding a greeting at the group. "It's nice to meet you."

Despite her divine bearing, up close she seemed more down to earth than what the newcomers might have expected.

Roxas seemed to instinctively straighten up his posture. A habit he no doubt inherited from Sora - would often do the same thing when interacting with Master Yen Sid or the King. ”It’s nice to meet you too, Lady Palutena. I’ve never seen a place like this before. The islands up here all look beautiful.”

Since setting foot in here, Sandalphon maintained her composure, her stride deliberately slow and her manner stiffly proper. Only her eyes moved quickly, absorbing everything in sight. The moment that her gaze landed on Palutena, she studied the goddess intently, practically transfixed. In a surprising turn of events, Palutena looked human, much more so than even Sandalphon herself. Her white robes and golden ornaments gave her an appearance of purity and regality, though perhaps most incredible was her hair–having hair that long and perfect, without a tangle or muss in sight, was a supernatural feat in and of itself. Sandalphon also admired Palutena’s halo, though maybe ‘halo’ was the wrong word. ‘Corona’, perhaps? If angels possessed halos, it made sense that a goddess would shine with something even more glorious. Though she hadn’t known what to expect, Pit’s deity really wasn’t what the archangel expected. Then again, she barely had any idea what her own goddess should look like, let alone someone else’s. Sandalphon decided that she was honored to meet this woman, a harmony of human and heavenly virtues.

“The pleasure is mine,” she declared after Roxas, her pupils briefly becoming upward carets.

Sectonia observed this so-called ‘Goddess of Light’, and her initial observation was that she wasn’t impressive. But if anything, this new world proved that even the most unassuming could be dangerous. ”I see that the angels are fighting some sort of evil corruption in the sky here. Care to explain the situation?” If they were going to somehow use this place as a base, there was a lot that had to be done here to ensure the safety of those who resided here.

Minda meanwhile had the divinity of the goddess the least shattered by her humanity, mainly because she could barely see it. The glowing radiance hovering behind the goddess left her more silhouette than anything in the twilight princess’ eyes. Given that trying to shield them from it would have been pretty disrespectful, she mostly had to grin and bear the glare, thankful that the helmet prevented people seeing her squinting, which made Sectonia’s tactless attitude pretty frustrating to her, prompting her to sarcastically snip that the queen’s question was ”very diplomatic”

”Hm? Pit has said he's the commander of her royal guards is he not? He has said as much. Unless they have some kind of other relationship?” Sectonia quipped back. This was something she suspected a bit as things have been unfolding. Besides, she doubted a gleaming goddess would think about anything but war at this moment.

Midna’s quip and Sectonia’s defensiveness cut in just when Palutena was poised to respond, but judging by her serene expression and faint smile of amusement the goddess didn’t seem too bothered. “Neither situation is complicated,” she assured the royals. “The Gloom is simply a manifestation of evil. A weed in the Garden, and like all weeds a little trimming now and again.” She smirked just a tiny bit, evidently pleased with herself for her wordplay, though even Sandalphon had a hard time detecting it. When she looked at Pit, though, the goddess was all smiles. “Pit is indeed my commander, but in his absence I’ve had to lean on a couple others. Like Uriel, the commander of the Hellguard. She’s quite capable, too…but no substitute for my most loyal retainer.”

At that point, Sandalphon spoke up. “Lady Palutena,” she began, using the same title and deferential tone that Palutena’s soldiers did. “While I cannot speak for Pit, given that his place seems to be at your side, the rest of us hope to stay in Skyworld for a time, and freely travel its breadth, if you’ll permit us. A day or two for myself, but longer for the others. “In exchange, we are willing to lend our strength to your army and combat the Gloom. Though your forces clearly boast both strength and numbers, not to mention a capable leader, it appears that this corruption has been difficult to wholly expunge.” She said and meant it matter-of-factly, not at all to challenge anyone’s abilities, but the archangel was cognizant that her words could be taken that way. “When it comes to hunting down high-priority, high-risk targets, our organization has an excellent track record. You will not find us lacking.”

”Indeed. Our group managed to end a century long plague afflicting the underground. Something… fairly similar to what you're dealing with here, come to think of it.” That did lead to the question, Sectonia had the Radiance within her, as disgusting as it could be, could she control the gloom and send it against their enemies?

The less said about the other team’s mission the better meanwhile, which inevitably meant that Midna opened her mouth to say that ”We also fought all sorts of horrible corruption in Midgar, so we’ve got a wide range of experience when it comes to different kinds of evils, be they otherworldly or all too grounded.”

All the self-advertising elicited a titter from the goddess of light. “My, I can see that Pit’s found some friends who’re almost as eager to help as he is.” She nodded, then made a sweeping motion with her arm as if delivering a pronouncement. “Very well. Any friend of Pit’s is a friend of mine, after all, and who am I to decline a generous offer from friends in need? Celia here can find you a place to stay. Once you’re settled, I’ll be eager to accompany you to the front and see just what you can do.”

Sandalphon bowed her head. “Thank you, Lady Palutena. You will not regret it.”

“Right this way then~” Celia turned to lead the Seekers back out, and in quick succession all the newcomers went to follow her. Only Sandalphon lingered, her eyes locked with Palutena’s for a moment longer. No matter what she said, the archangel knew that the goddess couldn’t truly be an ally until Galeem’s corruption was gone from her eyes. After another moment, Sandalphon turned without a word and accompanied the others back out into Skyworld’s radiant light.
In World of Light → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Round Table Discussion II

Word Count: 2829 (+3)


”According to Asgore, a king of the underground who was unstoried by a Consul and then given the task of fueling one of those clocks alone as part of some cruel jape, there are these symbols, like suns, found on the ground across the world, that resurrect the dead. They do not recall their past lives in this world when brought back, but still have the potential to remember the ones before. Like we have now,” before getting to the gist of things, which was ”As a result, as far as we know, anyone lost can be brought back, but they will not remember the time they had spent here, or with us.”

At the news, Goldlewis gaped, while Sandalphon stared. Arms crossed, Nadia looked away, her lack of response betraying the fact that she already knew. Geralt, meanwhile, sighed at this revelation. “So, theoretically, any of us could have lived a thousand lives here and know nothing about them?” That was…existentially horrifying in a thousand ways. As for Roxas, the whole notion of being reset and forced to start over went a little over his head. Was there some previous life or iteration where Axel and Xion were still with him in Twilight Town? And why would they have changed locations if that was the case?

Trying to ignore the revelation of that fact, Sectonia shook her head. ”If that is the case… then wouldn’t anything any of us have done previously have some impact on the world at large even if we ourselves don’t remember it?” She said, more looking for something to say as she grasped the same thing Geralt had figured out.

"She's right! If I was alive before I definitely would have tried stopping Galeem!" Pit agreed. There was no way it was true that they all had been living in a cycle this whole time... it couldn't be! Right?

Sandalphon glanced at him, not happy about what she had to point out. “To stand against Galeem, you would need to have been destoried first.”

Pit crossed his arms and bit the inside of his cheek. Duh, of course someone would have had to free us before... or I could have broken out myself! Or... For all those possibilities, it was just as possible that this had been the first time that any of them had been destoried. A cosmic coincidence. If someone hadn't happened to just pick up a ring, or happened to destroy the Land of Adventure's Guardian, then he would never have been himself again - and he'd never even know it, like Geralt had said. Relenting, he frowned.

"So then we really could have just been doing the same thing over and over, like being stuck in the worst TV rerun ever."

Nadia regarded him with a raised eyebrow. “You know what a TV is?” she muttered.

Geralt nodded solemnly. “I was just doing the usual Witcher work until I was destoried. Would’ve done it the whole ten years until I faded into ash, I imagine. Already been at it for decades, what would one more be?” The idea of having spent the rest of eternity walking the Path on repeat, even if he sometimes found Ciri or Yen…disturbed him more than he was willing to admit.

This got Sectonia thinking, and she came up with a conclusion that they all knew, but now there was much more context behind it. ”So the Consuls found a way to break out of this cycle of resurrection and instead use this infinite cycle of resurrection to fuel their own debauchery. And they call this “Moebius”.”

”Which probably stands for ‘infinite one sided loop’ if I remember what that word means right? So they are claiming in a fancy way to be infinite.” Roland said, trying to give some input on this conversation.

”...Yes.” Sectonia said, not sure if the definition of the word brought anything new to the table. ”What's interesting is that, due to whatever method they used to ‘leave the system’, if they are defeated they die forever.”

Sandalphon’s pupils took the form of inverted triangles as she thought. “That’s something that Lost Numbers and Moebius have -or rather, don't have- in common, then. No spirit–no reference point for their existence outside of the World of Light.” She narrowed her eyes. “I wonder if the Consuls ‘escaped’ under their own power, or with the help of some authority, most likely Galeem itself, given that they assume control of the World of Light to perpetuate the cycle.”

She breathed in, then out through her nose. “Since we've abandoned the chronology at this point, let's specifically recount everything we know about the Consuls. I can start us off with Moebius Y.” She conjured a screen that displayed an image of the late Consul. “We encountered him in Midgar, first at the headquarters of Neuron, a local law enforcement agency. He held a position of overt power over the local government and manipulated events to prolong the Ever Crisis, a ceaseless war between the people of Midgar and various enemy forces. An enemy of his, one Jena Anderson, exposed his original identity to us: Yoseph Calvert. He appeared to obstruct us when we moved to challenge the Guardian, but he seemed acutely aware of the stipulation Sectonia mentioned: that his death would be permanent. To that end he consumed an enormous amount of Mako energy -and Legion cores- and transformed himself in an attempt to merge himself with a dimension known as the Astral Plane. However, he failed to do so, and resigned himself to a final battle in which he was ultimately vanquished. He referred to himself as a ‘slave’, unable to ‘transcend Moebius’, and with his last breath expressed bitter regret.”

”Don’t forget about the other one.” Roxas finally piped up after spending a long moment lost in his own head about the whole “resetting” thing. But now he was finally ready to get back into the conversation, ”I think he was called C, right? That demon guy who was manipulating the debate between Armstrong and Shinra. He was down there too. Waited until after we took down Y before he made his move. What was his real name again?” Roxas paused to think about it, looking between other members of the Midgar Team for a reminder. ”Chaos… something? Right?”

“Happy Chaos,” Goldlewis confirmed, himself somewhat happy to be distracted from the cycle of life. “In fact, he’s from my world. Responsible for a serious international incident, too. Stormed the White House and held world leaders captive almost single-handedly. I ain’t fully informed, but they say he’s the one who gave the world magic.”

”Consul C, Happy Chaos.” Zenkichi summarized, then shuddered. ”Didn’t even fight us, just turned one of his little minions into a monster and then…he made us fight an illusion. Or…maybe it wasn’t an illusion until the end, but he used my old boss as a meat shield and just rode off into the sunset. C just…wanted to cause chaos.” A mixture of anger, disgust, and despondence permeated his voice. His failure to save Konoe was clearly weighing on Zenkichi, and he fell silent again.

”I can retell what I know of Consul P that we met in the Underground.” Sectonia said, getting herself ready for a longer explanation. ”When it comes to Consuls, P is dead, I saw to it myself as I stabbed his ‘Moebius core’ as he said when he died. He ruled the city called the Home of Tears in the underground and was, for all intents and purposes, a spoiled evil child with the ability to change history at a whim. If he was any more intelligent about it, things could have gone poorly.” Sectonia said, retelling of their defeat of P. ”The important thing learned from this encounter, is that whatever makes them Moebius is an object or core, perhaps something replacing their spirit in its entirety that acts as a weak point.”

”Hmph, he wasn’t the only brat we defeated down there.” Ganondorf interjected. He’d been standing over in the corner of the crowded common room this entire time, arms crossed and only listening. But since the topic had finally shifted to the Under, he figured now he had a place to speak. ”His sniveling cohort, F, was a brat too. Begged us for his life after we slew his pet Guardian. We tried to take him prisoner but the blasted little bastard managed to slip away from us.” He paused to take a breath in order to keep himself from sounding too angry about that, but the fury and hatred was still very much in his tone as he added. ”I won’t be making that mistake, again. Ever.”

Therion's ears twitched, feeling a little called out considering it was he who'd stopped Primrose from executing F at the time. But going forward, he'd be taking a page out of the King of Evil's book.

”I suppose we did get something out of dealing with F though, the power structure or lack thereof of the Consuls, how they all interact with each other, and which ones to be more wary of. ” Sectonia said, at least salvaging the situation a bit.

Elsewhere around the table came an awkward chuckle. "Heheh, funny you should mention that," Pit said, sneaking a glance at Ganondorf. Going into this meeting, they'd all known there would be new information to share and some disturbing truths to wrestle with. Pit just hadn't expected that he'd had anything like that to share until about twenty minutes ago. He looked up at the ceiling with his eyebrows scrunched together before speaking.

"There's another Consul too. S, the one Ms. Fortune mentioned earlier? If that really was him that we ran into, then he tricked a bunch of people into attacking us. But then he kind of warned us about the other Consuls, and..." Pit looked back down at the other Seekers. He squeezed his folded arms together tighter for a moment before dropping them entirely, splaying his hands open as he said his next piece. "Now he's kind of like, a good guy? When I talked to him, he seemed like he really regretted what he'd done."

While Sandalphon tilted her head in curiosity, Ganondorf shot a look at the angel. ”Explain!” He demanded, unwilling to put up with any shenanigans where the Consuls were concerned.

"It's just that, he said he didn't have a choice and he tried to change the whole 'Moebius' thing from inside, but it didn't work. And now he wants to help us," Pit replied. Despite everything he'd heard so far, he sounded like he was willing to give the Consul the benefit of the doubt. Which was more than some could say, understandably.

"And you believed him?"

While Pit tried to put together a response under pressure, one of the bystanders relieved him. With his unmistakable style and impressive stature, the mercenary Vandham would be recognizable as Tora and Poppi’s friend to anyone who set foot in Alcamoth before. “Oi! Lemme give ya a missin’ piece of the pictcha,” he interrupted, speaking in his typical Australian accent. “That benefactah that Mistah Dickinson mentioned? That’d be S. If not for ‘im, we wouldn’a made it outta Alcamoth alive, none of us. And when M popped in to finish us off, S fought by ah side, keepin’ us alive. I dunno ‘is endgame, but believe you me, if ‘e wanted us dead ‘e wouldn’a ‘ad to lift a fingah.” He shrugged. “Plus, ‘e bloody well turned ‘imself in when these Lost Numbah blokes arrived. ‘E knows ‘is mates’ll kill ‘im for what ‘e did, so now ‘e’s on the run, same as us.”

“A consul on our side, huh?” Goldlewis didn’t sound like he fully believed it himself, but the evidence he’d been given was hard to deny. “Could be mighty useful. Mighty dangerous, too. Hope y’all know what you’re doin’.”

”So he’s here? On this vessel?” Ganondorf asked, though it was obviously a rhetorical question. ”So be it. Then maybe he can give me an answer I’ve been looking for regarding the Flame Clocks.” He said, referring to the plan he’d come up with about destroying them. A plan that so far only half of the Seekers had been made aware of.

”Yes, more information about these Flame Clocks would be prudent. Perhaps they could have a use for us if understood fully.” Sectonia said, her plan being more to use the flame clocks to enhance her own power. Although if they had no use but to extend the life of the Consuls, she would agree with Ganondorf on destroying them if he proposed such an idea.

”The… the Dead Zone, you mentioned it briefly, right? Did it have a city called Redgraccoon city in it, made up of tall gray rotting towers, filled with undead and demons?” Minda chipped in with odd hesitancy with an oddly tangential question.

”that does seem like it fits the bill, yes? Why do you ask?” Kamek enquired but instead she pushed

”and, have any of you seen Consul D? Blood red armor, top of the helmet a bit like a captain’s hat, black cape, pair of bone white spurs coming down the chin like fangs? Aristocratic tone. Magic user. Drinks something that definitely wasn’t wine”

”Nope! Consuls are kinda a more recent thing.” Blazermate said, chipping into the conversation since she was there for the whole dead zone before it went boom. ”I wonder if it going boom took him out too?” Blazermate said, trying to get a cheery thing out of that wasteland of zombies.

”I think he was visiting, only there to claim the contents of the clock” she said, before explaining ”the reason I ask is because, well, I didn’t see or meet either of these places, nor til now know about flame clocks. I dreamed about them, in vivid detail, one night in Midgar, a dream that ended with me dying at Consul D’s hand after I’d conquered the entire region and ended the cycle of war fueling the clock in the process. So if what you say is true, about us living over and over, and if these things I dreamed where true and real despite me having never seen them in this life, then, well”

”Maybe the ones we’ve lived aren't as gone as you or he thought”

It would have been easy to write off someone's dream as just that, a dream, now matter how relevant. However, Asgore himself had told some of the Seekers that they could be a glimpse into past life times lived. And Midna wasn't the only one with a similar experience.

"...I had a dream like that too," Therion said. It had been more like a nightmare really, and the added context made it even more horrifying, which showed in his darkened expression. "Except I didn't work with her. The Consul I saw. I don't know which one it was, but she had a... demonic looking mask, a spear, and commanded lightning. She slaughtered the entire village I was living in. Then I woke up. I thought it was just a really realistic bad dream."

He'd left out some things he'd seen and preferred to keep private, especially if it could have actually happened at some point. The smell of burning and blood had certainly seemed real.

”I thought it was odd, whenever I have a dream about dying it's always … him” she admitted without really intending to ”but with this I’m pretty sure that is what it means. Which means that the Consul are the ones stirring up the violence, and anyone wins a war, then they just wipe out the winner and start things up all over again”

Nadia winced. “Ugh. It’s so depressing.” As she thought over that further, her ears flattened in alarm. “Wait. In the Deep Blue Seaside, we more or less won the war for Limsa and the Azure Navy by taking out the Abyssals’ commander. So if they have no more war to fight…”

“Their Flame Clocks will run out,” Sandalphon realized. “If their Consul doesn’t finish them first.”

“...Uh oh, hehe,” the feral laughed nervously. “Guess we, uh, better add a visit to the to-do list. Make sure Lisma’s not Lomin-scuttled.” The realization that even the places the Seekers had saved might not be safe did little to improve the general mood, and the dead air that followed Nadia’s badly-timed pun lengthened into an awkward silence.
In World of Light → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
BlazermateRolandSectonia


Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 5 level up) - (33/130)
Level 6 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (8/60)
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (10/120)
Location: The Avenger
Word Count: 1028


"That looks fun! Hope no one falls though..." Blazermate said, seeing how they'd be getting back to the Avenger. Surprisingly, with all the stuff in the City, air travel wasn't one of them so Roland was apprehensive about all of this. Meanwhile Sectonia was heavier than the weight limit of the Fulton, and instead told Blazermate to 'call her' with a phrase so she could teleport up to the Avenger. There was no need for a "if you don't..." with the medabot, as she so far had been pretty subservient. Out of the two that went up, Roland walked off the Fulton when they arrived in a daze, while Blazermate was cheering at how fun it was before remembering to summon Sectonia on the deck, the Bee Queen appearing through a large pink portal much like how she summons her Antlers.

Once they all got onto the Avenger, they followed the others to what Blazermate called 'The Super Spirit Chamber!" and with that respec orb that Sectonia's group had found in the Under, they got some kind of super respec spirit machine up and running. Nadia decided to go first, and once she came out, she looked a lot like how she used to. "So thats how its done?" Roland said, trying to work out what was going on. Sectonia was much more interested in this though, as this device would allow her to make herself even more beautiful with these spirits, maybe even with this and the Snackvator, broaden her horizon of spirits to allow her to get some of those that seemed to have sold their beauty for greater power.

"Oh, Me! Let me try this whole thing! I've got new spirits to fuse with anyway. And I've got ideas on how I should do that, it should be really cool!" Blazermate said as she saw Ganondorf and Falcon have their turns, grabbing her two pity spirits of Anduin and Shadow Demon and leaving the rest in the spirit pile for everyone else to sort through. Blazermate wasn't sure how this respeccing thing would work, but it felt like swapping out parts without actually doing it. "So now everyone can be a medabot! This is cool!" Blazermate said as she fiddled with the Resonator with her old and new spirits. Granted, her Medabot base nature didn't give her the same resonance effect as everyone else, instead just fusing more spirits to her parts.



Coming out of the chamber, Blazermate looked at her left arm and right arm, two parts that had been changed. She waved her left arm in front of her to see the cool shadow effects, while she noticed the crystal on her right. "Huh, I guess the healing spirit went to the healy arm, and the demon went with the demon. Cool! I wonder if I can eventually look like some JRPG final boss or something!? Imagine fighting THAT in a robattle!" While Blazermate's resonance was a lot less useful compared to the others who had gone before them, Roland decided to give it a try after the... frankly concerning things the medabot was saying. He only had 2 spirits to try, after having read their books. Although handing books instead of spirits got a strange look out of the operator of the machine, but he shrugged and gave it a try.



Roland came out and immediately went to a mirror. Great, he now had blue skin and yellow eyes. He looked like a freak! But considering what that robot girl looked like, he wasn't surprised it didn't go over too well. Well, at least he was a bit stronger looking now, although in his line of work muscle didn't mean much with how the augments of the City worked. Hm... That Bee queen was into beauty, perhaps she had an idea on how to fix the 'skin' issue, the yellow eyes he was OK with. He'd have to give these new augments a try either way, and at least they were really high quality ones, not the low quality one that Ganondorf used on his minion with the genetic mutations and all that.

Last out of everyone was Sectonia. She wanted to get a good look as to how everything worked. Plus... She knew she wouldn't get everything right on the first go. Beauty was hard work, and she wanted to make sure she was happy with what she got. And of course spirits that didn't play nice with, she'd have to get rid of or use the Snackvator on, depending on what was more appropriate. Still, she knew that she'd be taking some time so best not to hold everyone up. At least Ganondorf gave her an interesting little benefit in this fairy... bug... thing that had some interesting powers. His intelligence over Bowser made him easier to deal with for her sanity, although Bowser felt like he'd be easier to manage if she took over. Quite a conundrum all things considered. Did he and Midna finally settle their scores?



When it was her time, she went to unfuse and refuse, having done the unfusing once before. Although now she had the power of the Resonator on top of the Snackvator to fine tune her look and get something she liked. Since she had been selective of her spirits before, she didn't really need to un-fuse with any of them unless they misbehaved, and decided to give her pity spirits a try. There were no downsides, and from the looks of her second pity spirit, while it was draconic in nature, it was a dragon that loved beauty which should help a lot.

It took here some fiddling with the various methods of fusing at her disposal, much to the annoyance of anyone who stayed to watch, but eventually she got something she was happy with.



With Sectonia satisfied, she left the chamber to go socialize with the others on the Avenger, letting them bask in her new radiance. Much like the others, the spirits that no one else claimed she threw into a pile to be dolled out to those who wanted them. She was in a good mood now.
In World of Light → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm bad at backstory stuff. One of the few platformer mascot lost numbers I'll be making.

In World of Light → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Blazermate


Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 5 level up) - (31/130)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Blazermate had enjoyed herself all in all with the minigames, even though she only got 4 tokens. She had no desire in the costumes in the other room, as being a medabot, she'd just get better costumes from the spirits anyway or useful items for herself or her allies. Walking over to one of the orb dispensing machines, she put 3 of her coins into it and pulled the crank. Using 3 of her coins, she pulled out three orbs from the machine, getting...



Blazermate wasn't sure what their enigmatic host meant by the third orb being 'super good' in Blazermate's words, but soon she understood looking at the third one. Well... maybe? To be fair, her first spirit was some edgey anime lancer boy, the second was some tentacle anime boy, and the last one was some sort of demon made of shadows. According to Ballyhoo though, the third spirit pulled would be really good and adhere to the desires of the person who pulled it? So was this demon like, really good at helping allies or something? Well, she'd see later. If only she had 2 more tokens, she could try the pity thing again and see what she got.

Seeing Blazermate staring at the machine with 1 token left a bit dejected, Primrose approached her offering her two tokens to use. "Thanks Prim! Let me know if you want any of the ones I get. Hopefully I can understand this pity system thingy." Blazermate said, taking the two tokens with gusto and putting them right into the machine, happy she got a second roll of the dice here. Turning the crank again to get another set of three balls, what she got was...



One was a strange hamster looking thing driving a balloon thing? And another being a lady riding a blocky motorcycle? These were some weird spirits! But they were the normal ones, the pity one was what she wanted to see. And this time it was some... well, Blazermate couldn't really describe it. Some kind of warrior priest boy? Well, the kindness radiating from the spirit was for all to see, although something about the spirit made it seem like it was a bit off as if it was from a different place and time than it should be.

With her spirits gotten and her coins ran out, Blazermate took her little capsules of spirits and waited for everyone else to get done. Apparently many people were going to pool their spirits together and dole them out based on what spirit would fit whom.
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Roland


Level 5 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (6/60)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Roland did pretty well in the games all things considered. Sure he didn't like the whole 'exploding into confetti' thing, but it wasn't actually painful. It was an actual game in VR, not like some weird horrible murder game like hes seen before. Curious at the costume room, Roland decided to give it a look having won 7 coins, leaving 6 for the spirits which would give equipment. He'd really prefer to have his two piece suit instead of his current combat suit if possible; looking good at what you do in the city was important for a high level fixer. Looking like a slob wasn't going to get you many jobs even if you were the Red Mist, nor would it let you fight well.

It wasn't difficult for Roland to find a costume that matched his original outfit, although he read the disclaimer on costumes before he bought one. It did what he wanted, which was rare; any outfit or equipment he put on himself would be 'hidden under' this costume when applicable, but would still be fully active. After that, Roland went to the machines, having seen Blazermate walking away with her 6 orbs. Wait, didn't the bot only win 4? Someone must've given her tokens, well... thats reassuring. Roland went up to his machine and operated it, getting a first series of spirits



The first thing he noticed when he got his spirits is that unlike the others, his spirits came out as books. This was something he was much more used to, and knowing how the library books worked, he flipped through each book to learn a bit about the spirit contained within. The first was a red dragon girl with power over fire and lightning. The second was a dog. An ordinary dog, with what seemed to be extraordinary mental attacks. All walks of life, Roland mused, before flipping to the book of Grimstroke, his 'pity' pull.

This book hit Roland a bit harder than he was expecting. The story of an appointed guardian of his people trying to intensify the power he was granted, only for it to whiplash and cause everyone he knew and loved to be inky shades under his control. Unlike a madman though, he still held love for those he knew, although Roland assumed he was a bit mad. The inky powers were quite strong though, wails of the spirits silencing foes and being able to bind or copy enemies in multiple ways. Interesting book.

Roland then put his books away and put in 3 more coins, getting his next sequence of spirit books.



Roland's next pull was an old knight with a shield. All in all he was pretty plain. The second one though was also simple, but more interesting. A raging minotaur cursed with unending anger. But beyond that he was simple, these two not the first super simple books hes encountered. The last one was more detailed like before. And yet it was another book that resonated with Roland, someone who lost his family to an unforeseen force and was out for vengeance against what took his peace away. When they said these pity rolls would resonate with the person who rolled them, they weren't kidding.

Well, unlike the others, Roland had books, many of which he might not use. He wasn't sure, but watching not only the medabot but the queen bee holding onto theirs instead of doing something with them right away, Roland followed suit. Maybe they were all gathering their loot and splitting it evenly perhaps?

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Sectonia


Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (8/120)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Surprisingly, if it wasn't for Sandalphon, Sectonia was on track to winning that last minigame! Even she was a bit surprised that tree disguise worked as well as it did. Well... at any rate she got 7 coins, so she had some stuff to buy. With the spirits being the origin of power here, she'd be spending 6 coins on them. The lsat coin... well, she spent quite a lot of time looking over the various costumes to see if she could find something she liked. She did find some royal costumes, but they were not exactly to her liking; there were a massive lack of heart shapes on them for starters as well as a lack of heart gemstones! But for some temporary stop gap until she found something better, she took one of the royal queen costumes just in case somehting horrible happened later on.

With her costume choice set, SEctonia then went to the spirit gotchya machines, and put in her first three tokens.



The first spirit here was something Sectonia wasn't interested in besides perhaps crushing it, a sentient tank. The second one was some robot sniper girl, perhaps if Sandalphon properly apologized for her conduct last game, it would make for a good spirit for her. The last one however was something she didn't expect, nor was she happy about how it looked. Some... weird almost zombie like guy in an ornate outfit? She'd have to really decide on this one as perhaps the snakivator could make use of it, but for a pity it was very strange and not what she expected.

Well... the first pity had to be either incredibly powerful to make up for its ugliness or something that synergized with her or something, but ti wasnt' something she was particularly happy with. Still, she chalked it up to a possible fluke and deposited another 3 tokens to see what she got after mulling over it for awhile.



Her second pull was some cat humanoid with... wind powers? It was unclear to her. The other non pity pull was some mech girl with a gun, almost like the previous one she got. Well, with Susie also being on the Avenger, perhaps she could make use of this? But it feels like for some of these, crushing them would be best. The last one, being her 2nd and last pity was something she didn't get a good look at, as her mulling over the costumes prior and now the previous pity before pulling more didn't leave her time to view what was going on with this one as the others were leaving already to head back to the avenger. She'd have to view it there.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Blazermate


Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 5 level up) - (27/130)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Blazermate wasn't the best at hiding. She would be an amazing seeker, well, she was one already, but her Scan ability would make her really good at finding the others. But perhaps thats why she was a hider. She could at least leverage her light weight and agility to get into a more obscure spot to hide though. Also being one of the smaller seekers, she could hide where no one else could, so that could be really interesting. Plus she was also really fast, so she could make for a good dash if needed.

Using her agility and flight, Blazemate tried to find something that was high up. That... was difficult since she was just a tad bit bigger than most of the props high up. That did give her an idea though.... The idea wasn't to get seen right? Well... why did she have to hide as a prop? She just had to keep out of the vision of everyone and she'd be fine! And who ever looked up at the rooftops anyway? Or the rafters of the inn? She could just move about the rooftops til time was over. She did have a plan B if she got chased as well that should buy her a ton of time as well.

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Sectonia


Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (6/120)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Having spent her time observing the shenanigans of the others, Sectonia wasn't surprised when she didn't place. She didn't make too much of a big deal about it either as it just wasn't her game. The next game however, she would at least give a good try, although it seemed a bit strange to her.

A hide and seek game. This was a game Sectonia was inherently against as she wanted to be seen, but now she had to hide? It seemed that every game was against her here, she just lucked out in the video taping game. But perhaps luck was part of it, something she wasn't really happy about. Well, time to give this one a try. Watching the shenanigans the others got into did give her a bit of a chuckle, it was like watching a circus perform at times so there was that.

Sectonia was torn between the flower house and the mansion with the statues. So much so she took a bit of time deciding before eventually deciding on the flower house for the atmosphere; however she did send an Antler to the mansion to stand as its own statue to perhaps make people think she hid there. Finding a plant that was big enough to hide her royal personage was the other difficult thing. Most plants couldn't really fit her, except a tree which was difficult to place. She gave it a good old try though, and perhaps no one would find her although she could teleport away if things got bad.

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Roland


Level 5 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (3/60)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Roland was a bit annoyed with the schoolgirl robot for making such a huge mess out of the last game. Well, only mildly annoyed, he conceded that she was just having her own fun and no one got hurt so it wasn't all that bad. And overall Roland knew she had a good heart, something that'd get her in trouble one day. He took his consolation prize without much complaints and got ready for the next game.

So the new game was hide and seek huh? Well, hiding was something Roland was good at for once. While he was pretty average so far with the games so far, this was something that he was great at. He didn't specialize in stealth, any fixer that specialized in something only ever made it to grade 3 at most unless they were just leagues above the average fixer like Kali. But he was better at it than most, well, as good as you could be without getting the Head's beholders involved...

That did mean though he had a good idea of how to stealth and where to go. And with his silent movement, he could reposition if necessary without much fuss as long as he wasn't seen. He started his hiding in the pottery area as it would be pretty easy for him to position his new 'pot' disguise in a good spot that looked natural. If the seekers got suspicious, he could just slink off and go to where they had already been. After all, you don't look where you've already been until way later. Finding a decent sized vase, Roland positioned himself to make himself look like in in a spot that seemed very natural and his silence made not even his breathing audible. Even more so with him finding a spot behind other pots to be a 'tree lost in the forest' as it were.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Blazermate


Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 5 level up) - (26/130)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Having this be her first time driving a car and her relative inexperience operating vehicles, Blazermate was acting more like a kid at a bumpercar ride, instead causing chaos by trying to smash her car into others with a gleeful "Whee!" as she drove by and her targets swerved out of the way, being much more skilled than her in most regards. Still, she'd try all the fun tricks and would often be either the first or second wave of sabotage that matched the koopa troop in their attempts to mess everyone up. Although she never saw Falcon for more than a few seconds as that guy was moving with great skill and she couldn't crash into him even if she tried.

Although her little joyride would be over pretty quickly once she tried to use the emergency break to turn and managed to do a bunch of doughnuts before spinning out, her car twirling through the roads and wedging in Roland's car, making it unable to move and basically taking the two of them out of the minigame. "Whee, that was fun! Never drove before, nor do I get to let loose like that!" Blazermate said, swirls in her eyes.

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Sectonia


Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (5/120)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Sectonia was one of the under performers of the group, although in her case it wasn't due to lack of knowledge of how to drive a car, but more so because she had a delay between changing her speed or breaking. She also wasn't really enjoying having to driver a car; so far these minigames haven't really been her thing and she was only trying for the potential power and beauty that was said to be at the end of this trial. But with there being so many people and only three winners, and her poor ability to drift or do anything that the forerunners could do, she lost more and more interest with this game as things went by. She did find it a bit amusing though as she saw the koopa troop Nadia, and Blazermate trying to mess people up instead of playing the game normally.

it was a bit interesting how when she had little interest in the game itself, she could sit back and enjoy the chaos that unfolded. So much so she parked at a higher up area a bit away and just watched what happened below. She already knew she wasn't going to beat Falcon and the other urban knowledge drivers as they had passed by her a few times. Blazermate managed to take out Roland, from the looks of things, and Falcon skillfully dodged everyone trying to take him out. Nadia was duking it out with the new person... what was her name again? Jura? Really it seemed like outside of a couple people, everyone else was just doing whatever they wanted.

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Roland


Level 5 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (2/60)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


While Roland was one of the few who didn't need to learn how to drive, he wasn't an expert at it. You often didn't need to do any kind of combat driving as a Fixer, with firearms being pretty rare in the City, so it was more used to go from point A to B. Plus some people just had augments that were cheaper than cars that let them move way faster and not be exhausted or even teleport. And then the backstreets were often pretty narrow or under construction....

Well, no reason to mumble about all that to himself as Roland just did a fairly satisfactory job. He wasn't as fast as Falcon, but he wasn't in trouble like a few of the others... or causing trouble like those who felt they had no chance of winning and were just having fun. Honestly, if he knew he was going to be a bit under the top placings here, he'd probably join in on the chaos, it looked fun. But while he was doing pretty well, having a fair amount of time left, that would soon come to an end as a spinning out of control Blazermate crashed into his car and wedged herself and him in between two buildings in such a way that there wasn't a way for either of them to get out in any reasonable timeframe. One would think if this minigame was more realistic or from a different place their cars would've exploded form this.

"What the hell?" Roland said as he got slammed into the one way alleyway by Blazermate. The medabot giving up on her little joyride as she looked very dizzy, but also pleased with herself. Roland could only look out his window, chin in his hand as he waited for the minigame to be over after giving it a bit of a try to get out and finding it pointless. "Well, at least one of us had a load of fun." Roland said, wrapping his fingers against the edge of his car as the timer ticked down to nothing and Blazermate giggled like an excited schoolgirl. Well, she kinda looked like one, so that made sense.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Blazermate


Level 13 Blazermate (Holding 5 level up) - (25/130)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Well, Blazermate knew their video probably wasn't going to win, so getting no standing wasn't too surprising. She just hoped the others had fun, since right now she had no idea what these tokens actually did. And of course they all still got something, which was cool. The next minigame though... Well, Blazermate was a bit concerned that it was a free for all.

Getting into the next minigame, Blazermate wasn't entirely sure how to drive. She didn't really know the basics! Plus her car was... well lets just say she felt a bit weird needing to sit on a book to see over the dashboard. Still, she would be learning how to drive on the fly while having almost no knowledge of how a car actually worked. She usually took a train or walked or flew, cars were a luxury where she came from and none of her medafighters ever drove one so... this would be interesting.

She had lost a fair amount of time learning about how the gearshift and clutch worked, and even when she figured out how to make the car go forward, turning was another thing entirely. She didn't know how sensitive the steering wheel would be, and crashed into various lamp posts, NPCs, and really was just swerving everywhere. It was here she learned that her car and the NPCs were invinicble, but the enviorment wasn't. This was... Kinda fun. considering how she had wasted more than half her time just figuring things out, she decided to forgo the minigame entirely and just drove around causing chaos around as she smashed into everything, playing a very different game now as there was no consequences.

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Sectonia


Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (4/120)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


2nd place wasn't too bad considering how poor those monsters were... well besides the last one. It was a bit weird to lose to Ganondorf, but Sectonia wasn't going to make a big deal of it. Right now she had no idea what these tokens did, and none of the others seemed to have any ill feelings or anything about winning or losing outside of Jr, but he was a kid so it made sense. Still, at least she placed so far in these minigames that so far really haven't been designed for her or the other large party members.

Speaking of that, being one of the largest members of the team, Sectonia also got one of the largest cars in the next minigame. It was here she noticed that everyone got their own car based on their tastes, with Sectonia's car being more opulent than the others she'd come to see. Although once she got in the car, it was now that a huge weakness of the Queen finally came into play, her lack of feet. It took her a little bit to remedy this with using an Antler to work the peddles, but this would have more problems down the road as she couldn't do all the fancy drifting and quick break turns that a few of the others could do.

This made her driving pretty basic, but unlike Blazermate who was having trouble driving and seemingly just gave up on the minigame and is having her own fun in a very unimaginative basic car, she could at least participate in the minigame. Although grabbing a red passenger off the bat was a poor decision for her, as she wasn't expecting the 'hard' passengers to be that difficult to get to their destination, most of their destinations in weird spots or across town.

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Roland


Level 5 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (1/60)
Location: Carnival Games
Word Count: Under 750


Getting 2nd wasn't really what Roland expected. He was fine with it though, although if he was given leave to explore the underground tunnels of the City, especially around K corp, the things and horrors he'd see down there would put everything in that video to shame. Although considering there were cognetohazards that would probably shatter the minds of those who saw the video, perhaps it was a good thing then that none of those monsters were really scary. Although he felt like he saw a picture of that last one somewhere... Well, that was that and this was this, and the next minigame was a driving one.

While Driving wasn't one of Roland's passions at all, he knew how it worked. And the game gave him a sleek black gothic car with silver trimmings almost like it was trying to match his weapons. These minigames had some good taste at times. Unlike many of the others, Roland could get the car started and started to pick up passengers like normal, grabbing a yellow one. Although unlike some of the more competitive people, until he saw one of them like Falcon drive by like a bat out of hell, Roland followed traffic laws and stuck to the roads. That put him behind the more aggressive drivers until he figured out that the point of this game was to grab passengers and get them to their destination regardless of obstacles in your way as they didn't matter.

Knowing that, but having lost a fair amount of time, Roland followed suit with the others, although his passion for this minigame was lukewarm at best. Driving wasn't really his thing and was just something he used to get from point A to point B. Now if this was cooking or something...
In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Fantasy Fixer Films

Level 10 Primrose (226/100), Level 7 Therion (276/70),
Level 12 Sectonia (holding 6 level up) (3/120), Level 5 Roland (Holding 1 Level up) (0/60)
Word count: 1717 (+3)


The Seekers had hardly any time to recover between one game and the next. For Therion, the joy of winning Connect Climbing Chaos had swiftly given way to the too familiar, sickening feeling of falling when he and Nadia had gone right over the edge, and so he ended up at the roulette table as a big cat with wide eyes and fur standing all on end. He was glad that the tumble hadn't lasted very long before they were teleported back, at least. When he turned into his human form to accept the prize, the fur on his tail was still puffed out.

And then just like that they were somewhere new. A colorful, brightly lit little patch of grass with a single house and a few other oddities. Primrose found herself with two familiar faces, improving her mood. Zenkichi had been kind, and interesting to chat with, but he was a stranger tied to her. Now everyone was free to move as they wanted, and their familiarity with each other would hopefully both lead to more fun and prevent bad mishaps. And since Primrose, Therion, and Sectonia had all fought through not just the Under, but the Sandswept Sky together, they were pretty familiar with each other by now.

Which left Roland as the odd man out. Primrose offered him a friendly, if neutral smile. Therion only glanced at him. "No hard feelings," he told Roland with a hint of smugness, unknowingly echoing his climbing partner on another island.

”Yeah. That's just life in the city. Although this was much nicer compared to what I’m used to.” Roland said, accepting losing to Therion. Roland wasn’t even mad, it was just a game after all. It wasn’t the stuff he had to deal with on a day to day basis.

Sectonia meanwhile was in a bit of a huff, although none of the ones in this group saw what happened to her during the previous trial, so she didn’t hold it over their heads. ”Hm… So apparently there is supposed to be some horror underneath these clouds?” Sectonia said.

”Apparently. Although I wonder if it's going to be anything actually horrifying. If the goal of the video is to show true horror, I have some ideas if nothing works down below.” Roland said, scratching his forehead as he thought about it. ”Hm… Which one of us is going to hold the camera?” Roland looked at his other party members. Sectonia was out, her hands were too big to handle it. And while normally Roland wouldn’t even care about how Therion and Primrose looked as you could have any style in the City, in the world of light, he had to actually consider how they were dressed. And if he had to guess, those two hadn’t ever seen a camera before.

”... Nevermind, I’ll be the cameraman. Best to not lose it, and I can keep myself safe while we film.” Roland said.

"That is probably wise," Primrose said. She had gotten used to a lot of new things during this adventure and could most likely intuit how the contraption worked, but if Roland was already familiar with it then best just to leave it to him.

Looking around the area, she quickly found the diving bell that Ballyhoo had mentioned. Along with several other little features the island had. There appeared to be some kind of shop ordering screen, a large technologically advanced device, two wooden buildings... being so small, there wasn't much else. Or anything else really.

Primrose picked up a few of the flashlights and offered one to Therion and Sectonia. The former took it and stashed it in his belt. His attention was primarily focused on the diving bell, because his only other experience with one had been in the Home of Tears.

"Don't those things go underwater?" he asked. Is that what the helmets they were all wearing were for? The explanation of this game had gone by quickly, but Therion was pretty sure he caught mention of oxygen levels. Scaling a mountain without the fear of getting hurt was one thing, but being surrounded on all sides by water was another.

”Yeah, but they are old. Like, really old.” Roland said, looking at the diving bell. Sectonia, not needing a flashlight as she could see in the dark, threw hers to Roland. ”I suppose when we get down there, I should use some Antlers and have them investigate. I still don’t know what this ‘scary movie’ should entail.” Sectonia said, being roughly on the same wavelength as Primrose and Therion when it came to this stuff, leaving Roland as the only one who had an idea of what they needed to do.

”Well, before we head down, let's see what this device does…” Roland said as he approached the sponsorship device and examined it.

Therion went to better inspect the bell while the other three looked at the monitor. On the screen were a few offers, which seemed to be various challenges the team had to complete in their homemade video in return for getting an item to use. Some had to do with monsters, such as interviewing or dancing with them. Others just asked the players to use their products in the video and get enough views on it.

Though Primrose understood the words, the context was still hard to grasp. The shopping board also listed items without any description, making the prospect of spending her single token on any of them unappealing.

The dancer disregarded the sponsorships for now. She looked at Roland, one hand on her hip. "Actually, could you give the rest of us an idea of what we should be doing in this game? In layman's terms... Or even simpler."

Roland thought a bit to himself. He didn’t make videos, but he had an idea of how it worked. ”Uh… From what little I gather, we grab a sponsor here from this board and do something in our video with them, then we go down and try to get some scary monster footage, of the monsters doing scary things like attacking people or something? And the more horrifying the better. Although that would mean getting attacked…” Roland said, trying to explain what was going on here.

”Well, I can summon something for these monsters to ‘attack’, so we don’t have to touch those vile things.” Sectonia said, summoning an ice antler for reference.

”Well, that helps. Now to just find a good sponsor.. Sponsors should get us a lot of views themselves.” Roland sorted through the sponsor list, and found one he figured would be easy. ”Hmm… I see one for Wèllcheers soda. ‘Have 20 seconds of Wèllcheers soda shown on screen, and/or being drinken. Use and drink all 3 flavors, flavors will be provided.’ What do you three think? Sound good?” Roland said. Something about this soda seemed…. Vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place it.

”I suppose it doesn’t matter. My antlers can handle all of that, since it seems they will also be the ‘victims’ in this.” Sectonia said, suppressing her sweet tooth for this strange soda.

Though Primrose found Roland's explanation to be a little... lacking, she didn't coax him for more. He seemed to know what he was doing, and this was only a game. For now she'd just roll with it and see what happened. Like the previous game, she didn't expect her team's outcome to be a very good one, but she didn't mind that. As for sponsorships, she didn't have any opinion, so when Roland chose one she shrugged one shoulder.

"No objections," the dancer said. She would be more than happy to let Sectonia's antlers take on any burden the game demanded.

Once the choice was set in stone, a buzzing noise started approaching their little island almost immediately. The drone dropped off a wooden crate filled with a six pack of the mysterious soda and then zoomed off to wherever it had come from. The delivery drew Therion away from the bell, and he met the others in the center of the island.

"Are you all set?" he asked. He figured there must be some kind of time limit for this minigame, but there didn't seem to be a way to tell if getting a head start would benefit them. Them being the other three, because... "I don't really want to go underwater, so I'll... I dunno, coordinate from up here." If such a thing was even possible.

Primrose regarded him curiously. "Tired out from just one win?" she teased. The thief shrugged.

”Well, from what it looks like, we don’t need someone up here monitoring everything. And it would be safer to go as a group than someone being alone. I don’t know if being alone would make things come up and gobble you up.” Roland said with a tinge of dark humor to his voice.

Therion raised an eyebrow and gestured to the small, colorful, general area. "Up here? I think I'll take my chances."

"I doubt we're actually going to spend the whole time down there submerged," Primrose said. She tapped the side of her helmet, the same one they all wore. It was hardly watertight. "If it takes underwater, it will most likely bring us to some cave or sunken building, with a pocket of air."

Her fellow Orsterran still didn't look convinced enough, but used her words as a segue to get off of the topic. "Speaking of, inside there are three places listed inside that thing: factory, cruise ship, tunnels."

”If my experience means anything, either the factory or the tunnels should have the ‘scariest’ things. Cruise ships probably just have sharks or jellyfish or octopi.” Roland said, voicing his opinion. Sectonia didn’t really have much of an opinion herself, as no matter what they were going to see down there, it was going to be ugly no matter what.

"I would veto the 'tunnels'," Primrose said, sure she wasn't alone in the opinion that most of them had seen enough tunnels for a long while.

"Which leaves the factory."

With their course of action figured out and everyone agreed, the filed into the diving bell (with some great reluctance from Therion), sponsorship item in hand and started to head down.
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