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@Bright_OpsI think Ratchet would be great, but of course, that is ultimately up to you (and Soldier).
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day One; Evening
Location: Tetris Castle: Council Chamber -> Ragnanival, Kingdom of Erion
Mentions: Quina @Hylozoist, Guile, Mario @Holy Soldier, Gordon @Hostile, Garrett @Simple Unicycle, Naija @DracoLunaris
As Guile dragged the corpulent chef creature outside in an apparent act of discipline, Fox casually made his way closer to the round table, careful to avoid bumping into the perturbed military man or being splashed with whatever stray debris from the plate of barely identifiable mess that didn't make it out the door. It begged to question why that thing didn't just stay out there, where the food obviously was, if all it wanted to do was stuff itself. One might argue that the Major did it a favor. Though, it was somewhat concerning to have such an inattentive participant in this supposed gathering of heroes. If that was who the Seven were counting on to save the universe, then they really must have been desperate for whatever help they could find, but only time would tell.
With that taken care of, the briefing was officially underway, but it was less than helpful to be told that the Council knew as much about what they were called here to deal with as they did. They were instructed to take a precautionary vaccine before embarking on their mission, which was either simpler than it sounded, or sounded simpler than it was. Travel to a magical world, defeat a demon lord and his army, rescue his daughter (a princess, of course), and use her magic ring to activate a cauldron that will somehow save the world. Fox was able to comprehend the gist of it, but magic and how to deal with it wasn’t exactly his forte. This didn’t worry him, though, for with a diverse team of sixteen, there had to be someone who was well enough versed in it to mean something.
Just as the meeting was coming to a close, assigned teams were brought up on the display, and to his surprise, Fox wasn’t being tasked to lead. He didn’t object to changing out of his usual role and following the lead of another, but he also couldn’t help but be curious as to the logic behind the selection of teams and their leaders - or if there was any at all. He took a moment to look over his teammates; three of which he didn’t recognize in the slightest. As they appeared, they were: a conspicuously well-armed, well-armored scientist (Gordon), a dark cloaked figure and likely rogue (Garrett), an amphibious humanoid (Naija), and of course, Mario. The latter had a notably egotistical exuberance about him, but it was a well-known fact that he was good enough in action when it counted to make up for the defects in his personality.
After briefly assessing what he could about his team, the other teams, and the mission, Fox wasted no time getting inoculated and stepping through the portal to the unknown to reconvene with his team, arriving third behind the scientist and the fish maiden who was set to be their leader. He couldn’t say simply based on appearances whether or not she would be capable of doing so, but he was ready and willing to help her pick up whatever slack, if any, she may not be able to handle. Hopefully, it wouldn’t actually come to that.
Same here. I'll try to have one up tonight.
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1. GIMP. I'm absolutely one hundred percent certain that there's better programs out there, but GIMP does a fair amount of stuff, I can wrangle it to do more, and it's free.
2. Existing art, I'm afraid. At some point, I'll doodle our collective exploits. The "process", if you can call it that, was to take the various images, reduce them down to two colours using GIMP's threshold tool, make a mask out of that and then start colouring it in. Once that's done, they all get put into a new image in their own layers, and you just sort of start putting them in different places until you go "aha!" and are happy with the layout.
3. I have no idea! I shall christen it "First Thing In The Morning Art".
1. Gotcha. I dabbled a bit in Krita previously. Though, I'm not sure if it's good for image manip or not. I never really figured it out in much depth, but I plan to start back pretty soon. I'll check this out as well while I'm at it.
2. No worries. It just looked kinda like you intentionally formed the back of Slayer and Crash's heads with Ezio and Quina's models, respectively, which I thought was a nice touch. Most of you described process rings as familiar aside of the "threshold tool", so I might try this myself as soon as I'm equipped to do so.
3. Lol.
Fucking awesome, guvnah! Couple of questions:
1. What program did you use?
2. Did you paint it from scratch, use effects filters on existing art, or other?
3. What is the art "type" called again? I forget and shit. Lol.
I ask because I'm trying to get deeper into art myself, so anything you've got for me is appreciated.
not only are you 4 legends, 2 of you having leadership as a strength, we also have our full of himself Mario and Garrett is snarky and abhors killing, while she is a little fish woman with very little experience dealing with people. This is going to be interesting.
Truly. Best of luck to all of us (as well as the other teams).
@Lmpkio Someone contact her, maybe?
Where's Corrin (@BornLucky)? Or Zero (@Fabricant451)
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day One; Dusk - Evening
Location: Corneria - aboard the Great Fox; docked in undisclosed location -> Tetris Castle: Reception Hall - Council Chamber
Mentions: Samus @Lmpkio, Luigi @Bright_Ops, Mario, Rosalina, Guile @Holy Soldier, The Hunter @SuddenSardines, Slayer @Lugubrious
The setting sun peered faintly over the horizon, tinting the sky and its few clouds in a spectrum of warm Autumn color that faded seamlessly into the darker shade of oncoming night, and the grass, along with a certain vulpine’s fur, swayed lightly in the fair breeze. Fox sat atop the nose of the Great Fox, taking in the peaceful atmosphere as he watched the day quietly come to a close. Peace and quiet described most of his days now, but it did come with a familiar sense of boredom on account of having no battles to fight or jobs to do. Soldiers for hire weren’t exactly in demand during times of peace, but that didn't stop him spending his days keeping a vigilant eye out for anything that might threaten that. After the Subspace Incident, it was hard for him NOT to suspect that the Nintendo Kingdom’s much enjoyed peace might not last.
To think that they were all brought to the very edge of oblivion, a mere step away from universal erasure, all because some so-called “god” arbitrarily deemed their very existence an affront onto creation, or perhaps it viewed creation as a whole to be a blasphemous indignity; hence its unforgiving desire to to undo it. For this reason, they called it Tabuu. A fitting named for what conducted itself like an abusive parent forcing a child to gather and destroy all of its creations in the hopes of stamping out its sense of wonder along with its will to create, almost as if to say “it’s time to grow up.” Was that really all they were, though; a mere product of some child’s overactive imagination?
Fox shook the thought off before allowing himself the chance to dwell on it. None of that mattered now. They united, fought, and prevailed as they always do, and the multiverse was all the better for it thanks to them. For once in his life, there was actually some semblance of reassurance in knowing that he wasn't needed, because it came as a sign that he had done something right. The best he could hope for at this point was that no such calamity would ever befall them agai-
“Huh?” Fox's ears twitched to the sound of a smiling cloud daintily floating his way. Its passenger appeared to be a literal turtle with goggles holding an envelope. Fox leaned forward with a hand out to accept the letter, to which the messenger receded back into the smiley nimbus and promptly took off. If the message was coming from Tetris Castle, as indicated by the seal and overall elegance, he knew it had to be important. He broke the seal and began quickly scanning through the letter’s contents.
Dear Hero,
You are receiving this letter because you were chosen to undertake a most challenging task. Your life will be endangered if you so choose to selflessly take up arms in defense of your world as well as others…
He couldn't believe what he was being told. After all this time he was suddenly being told that he was right to be wary for so long. Apparently, the threat had already started making itself known to the villains of various worlds - some of whom welcomed it with open arms - yet he somehow didn't see it coming despite his best efforts to seek out otherworldly threats. Worse yet was that this affected ALL “kingdoms” and every world that resided within and around them; not just his own.
Fox began to think about his old team - his friends. Peppy was enjoying a much deserved retirement, Slippy took up a much more stable life working with his dad, taking R.O.B. with him, Falco was God-knows-where doing God-knows-what, and Krystal… well, that was a little more complicated. All he really knew was that she wasn't here, and he couldn't blame her. Either way, Star Fox was no more, so he would be going this one alone. His conscience wouldn't permit him to ask that they return to his side once more to face something like this, but he didn't want to leave without telling them where he was going and why, just in case it was the last chance he would get. He made his way to the briefing room and sat down to record his last transmission to send out before his departure.
Once he was finished, Fox made his way to the forward hangar bay that housed the last remaining Arwing; his. It still managed to get him around, but in its current state of maintenance, who even knows if it was combat-worthy anymore? He hasn't actually had to take it into battle for the better part of two years. Besides, it's been with him for so long and served him well enough that it has earned its rest. He smiled as he placed a caring hand to the airship’s side and lowered it in a caressing motion as a way of offering a subtle, sentimental farewell to his trusted vessel.
He walked to the very edge of the hangar overlooking the grassy, rolling fields and the now starry night sky, sparing a brief contemplative glance at the calming beauty that presented itself to him before pulling out the letter. With no further thought he clicked the ‘yes’ option with his right index finger and released the envelope after magically resealing itself, watching it vanish into a stream of clear smoke and stardust as it was carried away by the wind. Then, a luminous, white, circular portal manifested over the open space in front of him, and he stepped into it with no further hesitation, allowing the inviting light to overtake him.
A grand scene faded into view from the gentle white, revealing an exceedingly vast castle foyer gleaming with pristine architecture. Strangely enough, it was virtually empty save for the strange round guide at Fox’s feet that he scarcely noticed. It appeared slightly tired, as if it had been doing this all day, but it still managed a welcoming “smile” in greeting to maintain a modicum of cordial enthusiasm. It spoke in a noise of unintelligible droning that Fox was unable to interpret without a working translator module (Where’s Slippy when you need him?), but its instructive gestures were clear; it wanted him to follow. The creature spontaneously disappeared as Fox stepped into the elevator and input the indicated floor number.
The doors opened to reveal the unexpected aftermath of what was presumably a food fight. Shattered dishes lay strewn about every square inch of floor, various fruits and vegetables (particularly oranges) were splattered against the walls, the disfigured remains of a cheesecake plummeted from the ceiling, tables were overturned into clusters and clearly used for cover, all the signs were there, but it all seemed harmless enough. He could only hazard a few wild guesses as to who may have been involved/responsible, but the thought wasn't really worth entertaining much further. Fox carefully resumed his pace toward the large double doors, making sure not to step in any of the mess of comestibles leading up to them, and casually pushed the right door open as he entered.
It seemed that the briefing had yet to actually get underway, so thankfully, his relative tardiness wouldn't adversely affect him in any significant way. Looking around he recognized only Samus, the Mario Bros, and two council members: Rosalina and Guile. He knew of Guile mostly through stories of heroism that in some ways mirrored his own, and of course, Mario’s unsurprising attendance almost immediately narrowed down Fox’s mental list of possible suspects for the evident chaos that took place just outside prior to his arrival. The rest were entirely new to him, and a couple of them were pre-engaged in the exchange of pleasantries and conversation with Samus and Luigi, the only other two here he had any shared experience with. He wasn't one to impose, so he opted against giving out any formal or informal introductions and propped himself against a wall at the back of the room, roughly adjacent to a couple of unfamiliars that resembled a Victorian huntsman and an aristocratic gentleman. Here he waited patiently for the meeting to officially start.
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