Crusader Lord

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

Well, I can't really post any updates until you guys buggy your buns somehwere else, so there won't be an update this week either. :P

@Xaltwind

What about a mini-update about the effort b Charlotte, with Aria's help, to harvest mana gems and tails? :O

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Lillianna

As Simon led her to where her sought-after informatin lied, as it were, the mage felt some relief at the fact the man seemed to be well enough used to being asked about such things. Or at least was familiar enough with the Library and willing to guide her to what she needed here. Albeit she didn't know what particular information she might run into within the realm of 'combatting spirits' as it were, so she would have to see if she could find something particularly useful to try to pick up first before their journey. Would it be some spell to scare off undead? Would it be something to harm spirits? Would it be something useful in capturing or containing them? She had no clue of all the potentiatlities, though as an aside she did seem to have freed the poor younger man Simon had been talking to from his professorial prison.

"So..." he said over his shoulder. "A new student, you say. Are you an adventurer or just a researcher? For your sake, I hope you're not a Cleric."

"An adventurer and intellectual alike. No, not a Cleric thank goodness, though my party has one as our party leader."

James wasn't a bad guy, and she had agreed he was perhaps the most fit among the group members to be the leader as well. The head. The face of the group. Whatever term one wanted to use for it. She couldn't imagine being at the whims of local deities just to be able to do anything on her end, though, but such had been the fate of James regardless it seemed. Or something of the sort. Wasn't that how Clerics worked in effect?

"These two books should give you a broad perspective on the subject." He handed them to her. "But for combatting spirits specifically, I'd suggest you get to grips with your Spirit Bolt spell. It's pretty easy to get the hang of, but there's some tricks that will speed up your casting and reduce the cost of your energy, enabling you to fire more often without getting too fatigued."

The mage would grab the books as she tried to cradle them in her one free arm, letting them be stacked up and the weight of them rest back on her body in the meantime. Not something she wasn't unaccustomed to doing, yes, when carrying her latest finds from the local library back home or to the car to carry back. Not that they had much of a library for the subjects she'd wanted to look into back there, but...well it was certianly better then going back to a college campus library in some ways. Even so, she would follow the man into the adjoining study room with some sense of relief as she got to finally place the stack of books down on a provided table.

Carying books was normal, so she hadn't really reacted to it all. Carrying them with a magical staff of some kind in her other hand and not having it free to help her carry things was another one. More difficult, but another challenge she felt was going to be more normalized in this new world perhaps. She would at least take a look at the book the man opened, and lean her staff against the table gingerly before returning to the opened pages of the tome to read.

Yet...even then she wasn't going to get the chance to just 'read' yet, was she? Ugh. Part of her just wanted to settle down with the books for a comfortable bit. Even so, she sought to maintain a polite front as the man instructed her to 'test things out' on him for a moment and she nodded back silently and moved to acquiese to his request.

Could she really do that already though? She hadn't even-

"It should already be sitting in your mind somewhere, just think for a second."

When she was ready, he walked ten paces away from her and turned to face her. "Fire a Spirit Bolt at me. Don't worry, I'll block it with a Magic Ward."

Fine! Fine. It should be fine, right? Things did work different enough here, as she'd seen so far. And, eh, he had a defensive ward of some kind to use at least. Not like she'd cause any damage to the room in such a case if someone who knew this place well was so comfortable making that request like this on the fly. Not that some student couldn't perhaps go too far in such a thing and damage the building....maybe. Mundane students had back home without magic well enough at times, it seemed, so in a world of magic she hoped the place was well-prepared if nothing else.

The mage held out her hand at the man, whose name she hadn't even asked for yet, before taking a calming breath and trying to concentrate. Spirit Bolt. Spirit Bolt. Spirit Bolt. She tried tapping into the information on magic she had in her head, but something didn't quite seem right. There was no 'Spirit Bolt' coming from her extended hand, and neither was there the 'Spirit Bolt' information stitting in her head as she'd been told would be the case.

Pulling back her extended arm and hand to look at it more closely, the mage raised an eyebrow at it all as she tried to peruse her mental library for something. Anything like unto 'Spirit Bolt' at this point. Maybe if she expanded the search beyond just specifically 'Spirit Bolt' she could find something?

"Something's not quite right here-....hmm?"

Huh. 'Spirit Gun'. Not 'bolt', but 'gun'. What in the world was that?! It was peculiar, if not abnormal, compared to what she should have had availible perhaps. At the same time it was curious enough she felt like attempting to give it a try if nothing else. So the mage extended her arm back again toward Simon, this time her hand adopting the pose of a somewhat silly 'finger gun'. Not that she knew if anyone in this world had such a concept compared to the firearm-using world of Earth. Hmm. Either way she didn't want to just do something out of the blue without fair warning to the person on the other end.

"Well, I can't find 'Spirit Bolt' but it seems something else of an equivalent is there instead in my mind. Ah, let me see if this works....ahem:

Spirit Gun!"

It felt silly, and yet unlike her attempts to use a 'Spirit Bolt' this one seemed to bear fruit of some kind for her efforts. At the tip of the extended pointer finger (or 'barrel' of her finger gun) A small swirl of magical energy seemed to coalesce around the tip of her finger very rapidly, and for but a moment, before a pale white and almost misty-looking magical projectile 'fired' off straight and true toward the other man.

...If nothing else, it all had a very anime-esque vibe to how it worked. What it would do in effect she would see in a moment as Simon tried to defend himself with the aforementioned ward (hopefully sucessfully).

Pokemon: Dream

Clarissa Ryte

Camphor's Lab, Byjerfal City

“Better he runs around here than anywhere else.” Camphor grumbled, though still wearing her usual tired expression, seemed to perk up a bit. “You sure I couldn’t convince you to be a full time assistant?” Frieda was behind Camphor making an ‘x’ shape with her wrists and shaking her head briefly.

She got the feeling Freida was trying to be her metaphorical lifeline, that and she felt the idea of 'make the psychic girl bring me coffee with her MIND' felt very Camphor-y on second thought. That or becoming a target for the Impidimp....or Sir Lopsalot doing something to the Impidimp for that matter. Or worse! Maybe. She had no idea if that sort of stuff would be the potential case for her as an assistant, but she wasn't taking any chances. So politely, the girl shook her head side to side to reject the last-second repeat offer.

"No thank you, Professor, I'll be fine as things stand."

Though from there things seemed to wrap up well enough. The trainers getting their first Pokemon would congregate back eventually, the Professor would try to get them out of her lab and on the road, etc. There was also a warning about an abandoned manor house, which was concerning but curiosity-sparking at the same time, and they would get a quite interesting sort of Pokedex. Came with Lab ID and everything! Not to mention it would ping off about Sir Lopsalot the moment she booted it up and registered it, electronic voice and mini chibi Camphor (seemed happier than the real one in her eyes) ringing in her ears and moving on the screen as she listened to Freida explain its functions. Phone, weather, map, all good an nessecary things to have at least. Then the direct line to someone who didn't want to be bothered, potential to get Pokemon in boxes and get sent others from them, and-

Don’t go to some powerfully electromagnetically charged area or super far underground, or extremely rural area and expect it to work.

...Well, some might take that as a given perhaps. At least back in Orre they had. Still, it was good to know. Not that Eidda would be the same type of wasteland, really, as she knew that much at the very least. But it would have open, wild areas with...yeah. Filled with Pokemon. It still felt strange enough to the psychic trainer that places could be so full of Pokemon, according to everything she'd been told or learned about since leaving Orre.

At any rate, she had five Pokeballs, two potions, her Pokedex-type device, a bit of money to go with, and a dream to boot if she was counting everything. Luckily her suitcase had optional shoulder straps for walking in this case as well. That would at least make it more bearable to move things at least.

There were also a few people standing around her who seemed to be starting to 'group off' already. In particular Richard seemed to go toward a sickly girl who seemed like she'd fall over with the lightest breeze, not that she literally would that is, and one of the other people who had an Eevee on her shoulder seemed to be asking around as well somewhat. Or rather...

“So who else will be going out of the city?”

...yeah. What felt like somewhat of a timid attempt to see if anyone was going the direction she wanted to go. Timid? Er, well nervousness in this situation was certainly something Clarissa herself could understand if nothing else. Nerves were never a fun thing, but they had to get going some way or another. However, leaving the city so soon was not much of an option for her now after the ill-fated run-in she had at the airport. A contest star was wanting her to come and get backstage after the show, and a VIP ticket had alraedy been pushed on her at that! But until the contest, she could at least try to do some more local things.

It was likely, really, she'd be getting out of the city the next day if nothing else after having to stay overnight. Could likely find a spot to rest at a Pokemon Center, unless Camphor let her bum on the reception room couch or the like for just one night. Hmm.

"I intend to look for some urban Pokemon in the meantime myself, though later I have to...go to the contest after someone at the Airport forced me to take a ticket to it. Likely I will have to stay the night and leave the city tomorrow with that in mind, but if anyone wishes to 'group up' still despite this I am willing to do so."

Clarissa sighed to herself as she pulled out the nearly glistening VIP ticket the woman had pressured her to take. Valarie, was it? Contest star, and gym leader perhaps too? She'd heard a few things in the crowd, one or two she wished she hadn't heard, but she felt it'd be worse for her if she snubbed a potential gym leader's invatation to the show....a-and backstage and all that. Right? Ugh.

"Bun. Bun bun."

Sir Lopsalot commented in what seemed like a consoling tone as he lightly patted her on the back of the head from where he sat on her right shoulder now. For a Buneary, he seemed rather in-tune with her mood for the most part. But...perhaps their time together so far had helped that along as well. Now she could at least pay him back by seeing how they could both get stronger! Become the best them that they could! Or at least that was the general idea. Not to mention they could bring some friends along with them too, depending on what they found and caught.

Still, the psychic felt it would be best to see if anyone took her up on her offer of 'group up' for this work before heading out. While in part she felt comfortable alone with her Pokemon, she had to at least admit that, having someone else to get to know would be good as well. And, perhaps, she could get a scan with her Dex' to see what the lazy looking sleeping Pokemon back in the lobby was in passing. It seemed...somewhat cute? Interseting at the very least, but yes she did feel it had a properly cute aspect to it somehow as well.

@Rune_Alchemist@Bartimaeus@Thayr (And @ anyone else not mentioned in the post if they're interested in grouping up too potentially.)

My Isekai Costumed Adventures

Charlotte

They certainly were still in a situation of sorts, primarily that being in the middle of the woods without cover, help, or civilization nearby. Not unless one counted their chances of running into more ratmen anyway. On top of that the adventurer who had found them left once more after giving them a direction, which was a bit helpful at least despite the fact they were being left alone. Again. Albeit they did seem to handle themselves well enough thus far at least, but that was no guaruntee at all for the future either. No guaruntee that a dragon wouldn't ambush them off back to some dungeon either, for all she knew, but this was at least 'similar' to Earth in some capacity. How else this world different from it had yet to be seen, outside of the things that had been made obvious at least....like magic. Did she mention magic? Because that was a thing now.

Though before she was done being lost in her own thoughts about their current situation, Charlotte was snapped out of her focus by one of the others talking.

“I’m not really sure what happened there,” she muttered, before looking around at the other girls, intending to pawn off the hot potatoes that were the rat parts to someone else. “Would anybody else like to carry the rat bits?”

The Bikini Babe Bandit

"D-don't look at me!" Sayu quickly protested. "I'm… I'm not good at that kind of stuff!"

Super Skimpy Sayu

"We should try to get the gems or something like the tails as well before we go. Less stuff that way.

So instead of hauling all of this crap, I'll do the dirty work."

Why did she get stuck with the girly-girls in all of this? Seriously? No one wanted to touch the dead bodies, and based on what they'd seen from Laynea this sort of stuff was potentially retty normal for those taking up merc or adventuring jobs. Had to be willing to get dirty to live, and you had to live to be able to find out where they could take a bath anywho. So yeah, she'd apprently have to get her hands dirty because she both didn't mind it and no one else seemed to want to so far.

Besides, even if they couldn't get inside the walls, the chances of peddling outside of it or making camp next to the main gate could perhaps be sucessful in at least keeping them alive for the night. But whatever the case, the bunnygirl walked over to the dead ratmen and began trying to get to work. If she could tear off their tails in one piece she'd try her best to do so, since it seemed logical enough, despite having no idea if the minority of her abilities regarding crafting gave her any knowledge that would help in this. Hunting? Harvesting parts? Either way she was after the tails, and if she could dig into the mess of these corpses she'd try to look for something carefully that felt or looked like a 'gem'.

Though as something came to mind as she tried to get started, causing the girl to let out a sigh, she would turn her head back toward the others to-

“Not necessarily. It’s possible there are smaller towns, establishments, or even a market outside the city walls,” Cecilia pointed out, drawing on her historical knowledge. “I’m sure there will be ample opportunities to get some kind of money or accommodation before the gates…”

The Bikini Babe Bandit Beauty Bounces Back Bountifully

"Hmm, I suppose that's true…" Sayu stroked her chin. "We can try looking for a village instead… But I doubt they would buy magical cores unless they had an alchemist that could use them… What, that's how it goes in this kind of setting, no?"

Super Skimpy Sayu Supposes Something

Well, at least they were trying to think ahead or something. Depended on how this world worked in one way or another compared to 'medieval Earth' or something. Either way she had something to ask about, and she was going to before continuing things. Even if the chances of each others' stuff not working magically was one thing, maybe something as simple as a sharp sword would still work like a basic cutting tool in application. It was in that vein her question was aimed at Cecilia in particular.

"I'm going to need to borrow something sharp to cut things with to hurry this up, something like your sword, unless we want to be stuck around here all night before get start heading in the direction of civilization in any case. Can I borrow it?"

She was not going to sugar-coat it, a blade or something would be helpful right now. Besides, she'd be giving the blade back after wiping it off or something with leaves and the grass in the clearning. Not that she was saying more than she felt nessecary right now anywho. But she was not going to haul entire dead rats along with them. So in that vein....a tool, please?

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Lillianna

While it was certainly a bustling campus, it was enough to make the mage almost feel like she was in college again simply from the people im robes shuffling quickly about the place. Some seemed to stop and take a bite to eat, or goof off with friends in-between classes while they had some time to kill. Others seemed to look for corners or elsewhere to sit and pop open a book or begin scribbling things down on paper of some kind, like they were doing some kind of studying or homework. Some naturally would continue on carrying bags and books and all sorts to most likely hurry to the next class at that! Indeed, the mage somewhat paradoxically seemed to relax a bit more as she walked along and tried to avoid getting run over. A hall of education and learning, something she'd always enjoyed the presence of in comparison to many other places she'd been in life....well, her prior life she supposed.

Whatever the case, the mage found herself able to go about to a variety of places in the meantime. But where to start? Where to begin? Certinaly she wanted to perhaps focus her efforts on what she could do and what magic she could actually use, so that seemed as good a place to start as any. Even then, though, where to go? Sure she could seek out something regarding her lightning, though....they were going to head to a Temple of Hades. Sounded like a place that would involve a lot of undead or spirit romaing around or such, at least if she went by the old Greek Mythology god as any sort of basis. Then again, she hadn't asked much abou the deities of the world either for that matter! Ugh. Simply another thing to jot down in her mental notepad of a 'To-Do List' for later, she supposed, though it was on that note that the mage felt looking more into her Spirit Magic was a good idea in general.

She was already on the trail of wanting to look into the life of a dead adventurer, whose presence in the Mazy Hillocks among other things had left a distinct impression on her. What kind of impression she couldn't fully grasp, and yet it was enough to compel her to look into his life and death all the same. But if she was going to be ready for anything else regarding such matters, or able to handle running into such spirits in the future who were far less helpful, then it seemed prudent to at least branch out her knowledge some into the relevant field of magic that pertained to them. Simple? Eh, simple by her standards at least.

It was in this vein that Lillianna would try to ask around breifly about any literature related to Spirit Magic and where she could locate it. From here she would get simple enough direction to "The Grand Library of the Light and Dark Domains", though as she would make her way to said library-

Among the men and women in the main hub of literature pertaining to the Light and Dark Domain, a Cleric named Simon was giving a lecture to a younger and newer Cleric. The library itself was dominated by light, the thematic decorations showing the difference in the number of shelves commited to each Domain. Dark magic was largely illegal, and what wasn't illegal was highly regulated behind licensing laws. However, there was information available, just not nearly as much as the books, scrolls and tomes dedicated to the Light Domain.

Simon's lecture was nothing academic. He was simply venting to an up-and-coming adventurer about why he retired early and became a teacher.

"Restoration magic is a perfectly valid school of magic," he grumbled. "In fact, it's probably the most important. But do you get the thanks and the credit for that? Quinity, no! Clerics are constantly overlooked and underappreciated. People would rather be enamored by the fancy light-show of fire and lightning, while we Clerics are doing all the work."

The twin-element mage silently raised an eyebrow as she overheard a conversation while passing by, drawing her eyes barely away from the rows and rows and shelves of tomes sitting before her. A vast swath of literature, gathered in one place about a particular 'school' of magic. Certinaly such a thing was beautiful to consider the existence of, though it also made enough logical sense to organize things in such a manner to help direct students in a 'school of magic' to different locations to study. Distribute the various students across the board, as it were, rather than try to make one titanic library....not that such a thing wouldn't have been cool actually. It would have been very cool! But she was getting a bit more distracted besides the point.

Yet she still couldn't help but imagine some poor soul in an MMO game talking angrily to someone as she heard the older cleric's rant, but at the same time felt a small pang of relatability. Unlike certain 'majors' she'd seen back home, something like healing magic seemed a lot more applicable and serious to take note of. Something perhaps akin to medical field? Ah, but that was the fun dichotomy of the word 'clerical': It could mean both medical matters and religious ones, which at points in Earth history had been one and the same it seemed. Yet again, though, she was getting off-track too easily in this place when it came to her thoughts. But what else would she do in here than get to thinking about things on the premises of a seemingly wide-topic-encompassing scholastic institution? It was only natural!

No! She had to focus, and focus she would. No more distractions.

Walking up to the lecturing Cleric and his either fortunate or most unfortunate student, the twin-element mage would try to politely get the attention of Simon. Albeit it felt as awkward as her approach in some aspect likely was, in her mind, as she semi-nervously tried to tap the man's shoulder lightly. Her staff, meanwhile, was gripped tightly in her other free hand as said hand seemed to grip it a bit tigher in mild anxiety while she tried to make her approach.

Perhaps it would be worth asking him about where she could find some pertinent information that might be of use to her, and see if she could narrow down her search for literature from there to one thing or another to focus her studies today on in this case. Because she wasn't spending all day in here wandering around randomly for information on a topic she was still coming to grasp! That would be simply silly and foolish really. No, she'd have to have a nice long off-week for that sort of thing at the very least! And a comfortable chair. Maybe some coco if she could find it. Ah, that'd be the stuff~

"Pardon me, and apologies for the interruption of your lecture here, but I am a rather new student to the field of Spirit Magic in particular. New to this library, in fact, at that.

You seem to be an experienced person around here, and I was hoping you could perhaps help point me in the direction of information regarding matters of say...combatting spirits and undead?"

...Though part of her hoped she hadn't found the crazy nut on campus who complained to everyone and stressed out at his day job all the time. Eh, too specific a niche to have in mind there? Perhaps, but her chances of running into such people back in college in-person had been surpsingly higher than she would have liked back then. Ugh.

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@Mintz Eh?! #4 is that good??? I mean, I could add it back to the list I suppose. I didn't expect such a good reception after I saw we had at least two people with vehicles or smarts already I mean. Heck, I kinda got the idea partly from the latest Armored Core game. (O_O)

What would you prefer between #1 and #4, just out of curiosity?

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Yes. I'm a Jojo's fan. How did you know?

@MemeKingDave

Nani?! Another stand user! That can only mean one thing....

You are in good company then, oh King of Memes. XD

~~also no worries on the erase since I’m prone to being self-conscious also. Didn’t get a chance to answer right away to your questions since I was trying to be good and finish my profile before reading through everything lol~~

@Akayaofthemoon

Then you are doing better than me. Been looking at the other apps and worrying about what to make on my end. Lol.

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I will confess that #1 as actually inspired in part by "Spiders-Man", who I never read the comics to see but discovered on the wiki like a year ago and have just continued remembering existed from time to time since then. That's an oddity in and of itself really I think. :P

Albeit in this case, the more nitty-gritty details of that idea's way of working was:

Longer Story/Explanation for Idea #1

Some kind of alien ship whose occupants were developing bioweapons is shot down over Earth really long ago, all as they were being pursued by another spacceship, and along with what little wreckage that fell to Earth and didn't burn up in the atmosphere was a container with a bioweapon inside in the process that fell into the ocean. Container is advanced and holds a bioweapon inside, a highly modified organism similar to wasps from the aliens' former home planet, in stasis. This species was made to be a highly resilient tool, something capable of surviving horrible war conditions (including radiation), rapid populating, and to have capabilities for eating away at enemy infrastructure or electronics and kill enemy soldiers or the sort. Something that would make itself a pest and nuisance, a long-term problem, and in Earth terms be a big rapid-spreading and hardy warcrime.

These bioweapon creatures can be readily crushed, squished, smashed, destroyed by shrapnel and explosives, destroyed with strong enough super acids, and even be killed with fire and likewise be slain by being immersed and frozen in some sort of liquid to boot. They aren't invincible by far, but that's also the deceptive part of their design. Individual ones are easy to kill in general.

In return, they are basically un-aging, immune to radiation, able to survive very extreme temperatures (fire kills them via the chemical reaction, stay alive (at least) in a vacuum for an extended time period, conduct electricity rather than get hurt by it, and live without food for like eight to ten months and water for like six to eight months. Their mandibles can chew through even advanced alien alloys, their stingers possess a 'universal paralytic' only really lethal with an excessive dose of it, they can rapidly make hives and reproduce, can internally process metals and alloys and minerals and alien organic substances into what is needed for their metabolism, and could merge their biomass together to mimic the appearance of other living thing so potential enemy civilians or soldiers or prey might be drawn closer to them before they attack and go for the kill.

In short, they were made to be a ridiculous menace that can very much be destroyed but is also super hard to kill in other ways. Something easy to underestimate in small numbers once one realizes their weaknesses, but which aren't a very 'smart' threat overall and thus were made resilient to match up with that.

So to move on with the story, the stasis-holding container is poweerd by a radioactive means that has kept it functioning for hundreds or up to a few thousand years. Before the power source goes bad, though, the container washes up on a West Coast beach. The same beach the character himself and his family traveled a long ways to see and go to for one reason or another on vacation. Guy gets curious and carries it off to a small corner or changing room on the beach, etc, and tries to crack it open....and unfortunately manages to succeed.

The bioweapon creatures inside the container are stupid hungry, because its been a long time being kept alive by stasis on their part, and immediately most of them (not all) swarm the guy to devour him in a blind hunger after being awakened.

At this point the guy's mutant genes kick into gear, because his had not awakened yet to reveal him as a mutant, which awakens his power. What is this power? To psychically assimilate other living things, placingthem under the control of his mind/consciousness. Thus it would allow him to control their bodies like an extension of himself, though smarter and more intelligent creatures would be difficult to use this power on. Something that, had it been his power alone, would be useful mostly against animals and such but very un-heroic to try to use against other humans and sapient life.

In this case, however, his power lashes out in an effort to save the guy's life. Tries to assimilate the swarming and hungry alien bioweapons, albeit not well enough to save his body and life. However, the mutant power does enough to merge his conciousness into these alien wasp-like creatures and turn the ones that ate his body into a massive hive-mind with the guy's mind/consciousness being the mind controlling them.

The few free ones that escape terrorize the beach to try to eat anything in sight out of a drive to survive, ultimately leading to animal control, police, and then SHIELD involvement respectively as the situation escalates.

Meanwhile, the creatures the unfortunate guy was eaten by merge their biomass into a form that looks like his old human self. This is how the guy wakes up, wondering if the whole thing was a dream and he had some bad food for breakfast. But nope. He finds out his body is now made of the biomass of the creatures. He finds out he can turn into a large swarm of these creatures. He finds out things about himself over the following days what had can do as he experiments with things, even if still in a bit of horror at it all, and eats left-behind food and stuff from vending machines as the abandoned beach and nearby hotels. Becuase the whole area has been cordoned off by SHIELD, who along with a few heroes are doing a sweep over the area to make sure they killed all the specimens (and any potential nests they made) that escaped and terrorized people.

It it at this point the guy gets discovered, attacked, then captured, and ultmately contained and questioned. He no longer registers as a mutant, because his originally body is just outright gone, but now he has become basically a sort of "Spiders-Man" in his own right. He explains what he can when interrogated, gets questioned by a peculiar bald man in a wheelchair who runs a special school, who sensed a new mutant pop up that day that suddenly disappeared just as fast, and ultimately SHIELD tries to put him through some testing and training to get a better idea about him and what he can do.

In the end he gets recruited to Avengers Academy after an offer is made to him to join it, because hey he has nowhere else to go and he seems good-aligned enough to at least see how he does. Besides, unless he went into pest control he had not much else he could do after being locked up and contained anywho. But at least he got more of an idea of what and how he can do things in the process of all of this.

Yet it seems to consensus so far is that idea #3 seems to be the most versatile/cool one thus far, one #1 as a close second even if it is admittedly a bit of a creepy/crazy origin.

I also confess that the #2 Idea was inspired by stuff like Ranma 1/2 and magical girls, or things such as superheroes that got powers and such without warning or choice in the matter, but trying to fit a more tragic and superhero-esque type of approach in this case. So the greater details behind it were:

Longer Story/Explanation for Idea #2

Basically just tossing the guy into an unfortunate situation he would have died in otherwise of not for the accidental swap, one caused by some alien or other power that was just trying to save human lives involved in some incident/accident it happend to pass by as it was traveling by.

As a result the guy ends up being the only survivor in the process, now having powers and being alive but on the other hand having to deal with the unintended and unforseen side effects of all of this. New body, new powers, and a new reality of life entirely. Eventually joins Avengers Academy because its a way he can help the world, perhaps, though either using said powers or some kind of miniature projector disguises himself as his 'original self'. Why does he do this? Because he worries, as SHIELD who took him initially in did, that its an at least awkward situation when someone else's parents or relative out there potentially might see you and think you are their child or loved one who survived a horrible situation (but in reality you aren't).

The themes of #2 were meant to be that getting superpowers isn't always a 'fortunate' situation or circumstance, sometimes we must live with the effects of choices and conditions outside of our control, and that power comes at a price. So I figurd it 'fit' in that sense. What will he do in the future? What will his future be? He hopes trying to become a hero will be something worthwhile, since his chances at living a normal life are kinda entirely shot full of holes...

Ah...otherwise Idea #3 was inspired by a little indie game on Steam I played. Its mostly self-explanatory in terms of what the power does, and thought I could toss in some reasonable weaknesses such as: No passive regen (has to actively focus on 'regrowing' himself), can still very much be killed, can't mimic the genetics and such of others living things even if he can take on their form/appearance/voice in detail using his power, and can't match those with the greatest super strength and such things in turn (aka: can't mimic that using his powers beyond a certain level). Body redundancy would be ricidulous and on the level of his very cells at that, should the need arise, thus meaning his ability to actually survive being a single lump of flesh of around a certain size would at least make some manner of sense.

Or simply put, someone who has a lot of sheer versatility. A "jack of all trades, master of none" who can survive like some super-cockroack through crazy situations and recover from quite a lot despite not being the strongest thing ever. His genetics are, however, passively regenerating to a ludicrous degree and otherwise have made him biologically immortal (as in not dying of age specifically that is) once he hits the stride of his prime at like 25-27 years old. So guy could get irradiated the most horrendously he could be and not see genetic damage from it.

As for the details of how he and his powers came to be? Maybe had a parent or parents who was/were/are alien(s), maybe he was some bioweapon project or alien brood captured and experimented with in a human lab until he escaped and took on a human form, maybe he is a mutant or byproduct of some mutant power that took on a life off its own, etc. I kinda left it blank because I don't have all the answers on that. (@_@)

((Note: There was a fourth idea that didn't quite make my list. really, which was, well:

The #4 Idea That Didn't Make The List

An arms-producing company tries to make a 'combat suit to surpass Iron Man', but turns out the thing is too fast and harsh on the human body for a normal pilot to handle. Normal human pilots, and even some mutant test pilots who were hired on, were injured or hurt to varying degrees by it to boot. The company decides to shelve the original projct in favor of greatly dumbing down the original idea in a new project aimed at selling for use in SWAT teams or for police or even military police. Etc.

However, the company's Head of R&D saw 'potential' in the original project. What if, instead of dumbing down the project to match the pilot, a pilot was created to match the original project's potential instead? Cue said Head of R&D opening up a secret 'black site' underneath things, getting his hands on some Extremis because he has tons of personal money to use as well, and hiring on a sketchy german-named scientist to help alter and develop the Extremis to better suit the project. Original project in this sense keeps going and being pushed along in secret, with plenty of illicit and appropriated funds and 'side gigs' and such done to fund it all in good part.

Yet as batches of 'New Extremis' and such are developed and tested on hush-hush hired or 'volunteered' test subjects, it seems nearly impossible to create a stable and strong enough subject at first. Those who don't simply detonate or go unstable (existing weaknesses of Extremis) still cannot withstand the equipment in some aspect or another due to changes in the Extremis affecting them in different ways at times. Eventually this leads the german-named sketchy scientist tto propose, after some looking into this over time, that a fully-grown person is not the best subject. Rather, a growing and maturing subject might be their best bet who can be adjusted along with the Extremis through constant immersion and exposure to it. This corrupt Head of R&D ultimately agrees, and a child is either donated by one of them or is 'procured' for this.

Starting at six this kid is forged and tested and so forth, turning them over the following eleven years into the pilot and operator the original project 'needed' as it were. Super regenerative, durable, strong, and so forth as Extremis is won't to do, but also acclimated to the use of the original project's suit/equipment. Like they are a human mecha, moving about at high speeds and able to do quite a bit (including powering their own equipment/suit from within) with a weapons loadout and such to boot.

Then SHIELD launches a sting, because they had eventually discovered the illicit stuff the Head of R&D at this company was doing and traced it back to the company. Company ultimately cooperated with them to 'root out the bad seed' from their ranks, which was hurting them by getting them in trouble, and this in the end led to the sting operation that leads to the capture of the pilot/test subject and corrupt R&D Head and the german-named guy and such. Shuts down the project, but leaves a combat-trained and tested younger pilot with permenant Extremis effects and powerful equipment.

Avengers Academy is eventually seen as a chance to help said pilot, after a year or two of therapy on their part, have some meaning to their existence and be able to help people and such. Pilot agrees to go to the academy, and BAM! New student.

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I know I'm pretty late (given you just removed all the options lol), but #3 sounds interesting!

@Mintz

Thanks! And...sorry for the sudden edit there as well. I got a bit suddenly super self-concious while on break at work this evening/night, and then edited them out. Which is and was a me problem. Its been a long week and coming weekend yet to come. (T_T)

Idea Three, just to toss it back up here, is the one where the individual can control their own biology completely (down to the cellular level) and use it to basically become a horror monster in the field. Stuff like making tendrils of muscle tipped in kertain or bone that has been altered to be harder than steel. Can also regenerate, but it isn't passive at all and they have to actively focus on doing it. Physiology and body is extremedly redundant, and they can survive being reduced to something like a head or an equally large large enough pile of, er, flesh.

...Wait, didn't I try for something like this in that Worm RP?! XD

Ah, and at this stage Idea 2 with alterations (the energy powers and body swapped type thing) or Idea 3 are feeling more viable, as I think I overcomplicated trying to work out and explain #1 (alien wasp-thing bug guy who can make more of them and such) if nothing else. (@_@)

But I can write out the gist for the other two again if you or anyone else would like, er, I mean.

Pokemon: Dream

Clarissa Ryte

Camphor's Lab, Byjerfal City

"Clarissa, then? Duly no—"

"Guinea pigs, seriously?"

"Did you even bother reading about the job you were applying for or did you blindly sign up without even bothering to do any research?"

Then,, of course, naturally came an interruption. Not something she found less grating for the occasion, but enough to elicit a soft and quiet sigh from the girl after Richard seemed to back off from talking to her more. She wasn't trying to be rude, but it certainly was rude to interrupt people or call people guinea pigs for that matter either way, no matter how annoyed the one boy seemed and how excited the other boy was respectively about it all. However, it did at least get people to give more information about themselves and include the three trainers who were already there before the rest of them. So if nothing else, things were getting a bit...informative?

"Bun..."

Even Sir Lopsalot would think such sentiments were a bit of a stretch to look at the positives there. But right now she needed to find some positives before figuring out the whole contest VIP pass situation. Not to mention the rest of it! She'd be traveling around to places, and there was a lot involved in that once she got past the first distraction she'd unwittingly been pushed into by the airport crowd. Not that they'd made her agree in the heat of the moment...ugh.

Before anyone else had much of a chance to greet or speak though, the set of doors behind the receptionist desk would slide open, and a very disheveled looking woman that couldn’t be taller than five feet walked out. Her Lab coat was hanging half off one of her shoulders, and her short red hair had been tied up in a loose, messy fashion.

“Alright, good everyone is here. I was starting to wonder if I was wasting my time.”

Yup. This was the Professor, Camphor herself, or at least the psychic girl assumed such between the verbal exasperation and exhausted look and messy attire alone. The woman's appearance reminded her of how her father had been sometimes back at the Orre Lab, which had at least seemingly mostly changed (even if not fully) for her father after he had started working in Eidda at least. Or perhaps it was just the beginning of his woes in his new workplace? Er, nothing she wanted to think too hard about right at least. Her mother would help him while she was out doing her work for the Professor at least.

Camphor seemed to be one apt for being amused, however, if poor Freida's Impidimp was of any indication in how the two interacted. Camphor and the Impidimp that is, not Freida. She got the impression Freida had to deal with a lot from that Impidimp, and Camphor, alike. But that was also a matter she didn't want to think too hard about right now either.

As they headed back further into the lab regardless, the psychic would silently take note of where they were going until they came across the Habitat.

. This place was much bigger than it looked on the outside, it seemed - but eventually they would see why. They’d soon come to what seemed to be some sort of observation deck.

And looking on within was a large, open green-house like area, though calling it a simple greenhouse was a disservice. It was more like a massive, indoor garden complete with trees. A large pond with a sandy beach, mock rivers, and even a small rocky area.

“Welcome to the Habitat.” Camphor said, pulling everyone into an elevator. “We use it to see how different pokemon adapt to different environments in real time and we have, well, an easy enough time making variations to it if we need to. Helps gather hands-on data the simulator doesn’t quite let us.

The girl would almost started walking over to the railing to watch from the observation edck, if not for the Professor pulling them all into the nearby elevator to go down to the actual Habitat itself. She didn't resist the change in location, and would watch on as the Professor spoke to the others about gooing to catch the starters she'd prepared for them. It was a curious thing, but was it normal in Eidda to do this? She'd heard rumors of other places just giving a new trainer a Pokemon already in a Pokeball, which sounded a little absurd to her mind, but as the others walked off to get their starting partners it seemed the professor would turn to her and the others who already had Pokemon to ask something else.

Hmm? Show off their partners to her? Well, it wouldn't be bad to introduce Sir Lopsalot and-

"Oh right!" she said. "This is Aster, she-" But before she could finish her sentence, Aster had already leapt off the girl's shoulder and ran off towards the nearest tree, scaling the trunk and making her way towards the top, likely searching for other Pokemon. "And there... she goes. Huh." Jill placed her hand on the back of her head and gave an apologetic grin to the professor. "Err, hold on a second, I'll go get her."

Did she just-, ah, never mind. Perhaps all Aipom were mischevious little gremlins, apparently, or at least this girl's seemed to be such if nothing else. Enough to run off into the Habitat and be more trouble in the meantime. The girl certainly seemed used to the Aipom's antics at least, though, even if the Professor seemed less than enthused about it. Perhaps it would get along with the Impidimp?

....Actually, perhaps that scenario was better left unimagined. For the good of the region and the lab alike for that matter.

"I’m glad to see your partners are well taken care of, so while the others are getting to know theirs let me say a few things.” The small woman would take a moment to swipe a mug of coffee that Frieda had somehow managed to pull out of somewhere.

“I’ll be frank…once you guys leave here, I don’t care if you actually pursue the whole assistant or habitat discovery stuff.” She’d say, taking a long sip on her coffee. “Ideally you would. You’d get paid and you’d help me out but ultimately since I’ll be tracking all of your pokedex progress and handling your PC boxes between all of you I’ll likely get enough data so no pressure. Just do what you want.”

That was certianly a very flexible manner to approach things, Clarissa supposed, even if it seemed somewhat lazy at the same time. But trying to get a bunch of random people to just cover things super formally and methodically who wanted to be trainers? That, that made the idea feel more plausible and kind than it would first feel like on paper to her mind. She had goals of her own in all of this, as likely did others, but getting to pursue those first on top of doing work along the way wasn't the worst possible thing. Itt was worth it to remember this was still a job, after all, even if it came with a lot of seeming flexivbility along the way.

It actually made her look a bit more forward to the journey to come, if nothing else, which likewise helped ease her nerves a little more to boot.

Even so...the Professor's words did bring something to mind.

"Pardon me, but if I may, Professor, on that note I am curious if you have any reccomendations for initial locations to go to or explore at the start. Or if there is a place or two of note that might be of extra interest to go to, perhaps, that would be relevant to your work."

As she spoke, the Buneary on her shoulder would begin to fidget a bit as he craned his little neck to look over at the Habitat. Such a big place down here, it was astonishing even to the little Pokemon himself! Yet adamantly trying to do this from his perch on Clarissa's right shoulder was certinaly not the best spot, nor was it convenient for her shoulder at the same time, and after moving a bit too close to the edge of his balance-

"Bun!"

Buneary overboard! The curious little Sir Lopsalot let out a small yelp as he began to fall over, nearly hitting the floor before suddenly...stopping. A faint purple outline of energy seemed to stick to the little guy and shimmer at times, but soon the Buneary would begin moving back up as Clarissa now looked at him with a slightly stern glare of her eyebrows. For a moment, she even put a hand on her hip as she telekinetically moved the Buneary in front of her face for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, she telekinetically put him back on her right shoulder once more.

"Bun. Bun bun! Bun!"

Sir Lopsalot would protest somewhat, crossing his little bunny arms in mild frustration and a small pout, but would ultimately let out a small sigh and just sit down on his trainer's shoulder for the time being. In the meantime, Clarissa's eyes looked back at the Professor. A slightly apologetic and embarassed look in her eyes was there as she would begin to speak, though after finishing would return to her usual stoicism.

"My apologies, Professor, Sir Lopsalot is excited to see things out here. It's all very much new for the both of us here in Eidda still."

@Rune_Alchemist@Savo@Crimson Flame@Bartimaeus@VitaVitaAR

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On that note, how's everyone doin' here? I've been eagerly awaiting more completed profiles as we approach the time for me to properly launch this RP!

For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)

@Mintz

Doing ok! Life and internet both continue to be as busy as ever it seems on my end, but I have gotten my concepts down to the top three for a character at least (yay). The pain is deciding which one, indecisively, as has been my most common problem in RP'ing. (lol)