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In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Feat: @Yankee’s Therion
wordcount: 1,983 (+3) (+3 rapport)
Midna: level 9 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (125/100) (+1 bonus pending)
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Warp Charges: 1


There was, well, a line for the gacha machine and as poor luck would have it, Midna ended up arriving when it was already pretty long. She could have looked at clothes in the meantime, but she’d somehow ended up with a pretty coherent police uniform and besides, why accessorize when there was power on offer to be grasped with all four hands.

Though with that though she also had one where she maybe shouldn’t have squandered a token on an in game item. Then again, maybe she only had 5 because she’d done that. Then again again, saving the world was a team effort, so had getting a leg up on her allies really been worth it?

These questions Midna shoved to one side in the interest in being nosy about what people were getting out of the machine. In particular she was very curious about why Therion was visibly sweating as he went over his results. She hadn’t, she realized, spoken very much with Primrose’s traveling companion, so in the interest of killing time and learning about him and the machine she was going to be using, she leaned in to ask: ”Soooo, what’s got you all worked up, hmm?”

One of the man's feline ears flicked in her direction, but Therion didn't turn to look at her. He kept his eyes on the orbs in front of him, squinting into the motes of light at the visages of the people inside. He was looking for a certain trait the spirits might have, that was what had him worked up. And he hadn't known until now that he was being that obvious about it.

It took him a moment to answer her. He wasn't sure he really wanted to tell anybody. It was only earlier this morning that he'd discovered one of the spirits he'd fused with was apparently deathly allergic water of all things, so he wanted rid of that weakness. He didn't know Midna all that well, but since it was pretty clear she'd fused a ton of times (and she'd done so even for the short time he had fought together with her), maybe she had some insight into this kind of thing.

"...I'm trying to get something specific. To counteract one of the spirits I took in," he said. "And gambling's not really my thing."

”Shame the best way to acquire power involves exactly that huh? Especially when your odds get worse the more you fuse, or so it seems. I’ve started losing abilities. Can’t even levitate or use strikers any more” Midna replied as she casually leaned against the wall, four arms crossed ”Although I suppose the crippling fear of sword, shield, and lighting users I received from the very first one has been the worst so far, at least when its come up”

Way back, when she’d first lost her throne, she’d have never been so open about her vulnerabilities and failings, but she’d come a long way since those days. Well, that and when her guard was down the loose lips she’d gained from a fusion were far more capable of running free.

Her easy admission surprised Therion - but he listened, finally turning his head in her direction. If she was scared to face something as simple and common as a sword, how did she even fight? More than her weaknesses though, hearing that she'd lost some of her skills was more worrying. Levitating... he was pretty sure that was something she'd always had, and even that had been lost? He couldn't imagine being unable to pick a lock or scale a wall anymore.

Jeez... he scrubbed a hand down his face. This was going to get complicated. So now he not only needed a spirit that would reduce or cure his weakness, but it also couldn't be so radically different from himself that it would affect his own skills.

"How do you even deal with all of that...?"

”I had people shoot lighting at me earlier till i learned how to resist it using another spirit, and the proportions I have now closer are closer to the real me, so I can actually walk and run places again rather than relying on floating around” she replied, as if the first thing was entirely sane, before clarifying the second with ”Being an imp was a curse, I am actually tall and beautiful, so after all this fusion I’m more-” she paused for a moment and then gave a little theatrical sigh before say that ”well I’m taller at least now”

Ah, exposure therapy or whatever it was called. Something Therion didn't really think worked, considering he hated the falling sensation every single time he'd had to experience it - and it had been a lot of the last few days. The thought of gradually standing in deeper and deeper tubs of water did not appeal to him at all, so there was no way he'd be doing that. Back to the spirit drawing board.

"So you're basically just making do," he said. Couldn't really blame her though. He huffed in amusement at her last comment, and when he rolled the proverbial dice for yet another capsule to add to his growing spirit collection only to receive a gorgeous woman who didn't appear to be water aspected whatsoever, he clicked his tongue and casually offered it to Midna.

"If you're trying to get back to how you were, take as many as you want. Just trade me any water-looking ones," he told her. He'd already given one of his first spirit rolls to Geralt, as he didn't have any use for the ones that wouldn't help him out. "'Cause no offense, but I'm not looking to have people splash me with a bunch of water until I get over it. Rather take a short cut."

”I can do that if you’ll let me sneak in after you” she replied as she examined the spirit, finding her certainly pretty, but not sure she’d get any use out of harp playing talent. Still she pocketed it anyway, before saying that ”I’ve got five chances. One off that second pity, though I’m not sure if that’s much of a loss” as she popped them out of a portal and caught them in an open hand.

”Had one of those yet?”

"A 'pity' pull?" He had, though he didn't get how exactly it was different from getting a random spirit. So far he'd gotten two of them, and though he had to admit they were both much more interesting options than his other gets while also being closer to how he currently looked, neither of them were what he'd actually wanted. Well, third time's the charm as they said. "I'm about to get another one."

He slipped the token into the slot and turned the crank handle. The Orb Machine rumbled and dropped a capsule down into the prize space. The blue colored base immediately caught his attention - maybe this was actually the one? Popping it open revealed a man with some promising wave patterns on his clothes.

"Huh, this could be it." Therion rolled his last remaining token between his fingers.

”If that’s what you need, then maybe those pulls are worth a fair bit after all” Midna guessed, before leaning in and asking ”Saaaay, how many tokens did you have again? Because if it isn’t a multiple of 3, it’d be better for the team to get as many of those as possible.” before adding ”I’ll even trade you something for it so you’re not going empty handed. I’m carrying around quite the arsenal you could pick from”

Therion dragged his clouded eyes from the coin in his hand to Midna's face. She made a fair point, although he was inclined to just keep the token and try to get lucky again. However, her offer made it clear she didn't expect charity - which the thief appreciated. He thought on it for a moment, then a wry smile formed on his face.

"Here," he said, flicking the token with his thumb in her direction. "Take it. And let's just say you owe me a favor, alright?"

She caught it, looked a little tepid on that point of a nebulous favor for half a second, before smiling back and replying ”allright, but don’t hold onto it for too long. In a few days we’ll have Galeem in a grave and then who knows what the future holds after that”

"Of course." A favor could be a powerful thing, so he would be taking advantage of it as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Given the nature of the Seekers' collective mission, he was sure it wouldn't be very long.

Therion moved out of the way of the machine, jerking his head toward it so Midna could take her turn next. "All yours."

”Why thank you” the princess replied with grace, before stepping in and, with much less agonizing over her results than the man had exhibited, popping out all her rolls one after the other without even taking a look at the results in between. Then she too stepped aside to swiftly make space for those she’d cut inline in front of, before finding a spot to examine her winnings



For her random rolls, well, for the first she could only comment that ”That, well, that’s a lot” before moving on to less hilly pastures. The second she had more interest in the weapon the woman was holding than the woman herself because she couldn't figure out ”What in the world is that? Is it a hammer but with a bow as the shaft? How? Why?” and promptly resolved to find out the answer once they where on the ship.

Next up was a blindfolded woman in a dark dress that very much fit her fashion sense. Also her inhuman skin color. That certainly made her a fusion candidate on aesthetics alone, though was that worth whatever the price was? Something to consider. Finally, a lady with a familiar looking weapon, more or less exactly like the thing that had dragged Goldlewis up in the film those freaks game, which is the only reason she knew what it was for. Probably another item candidate.

As for the pity rolls, the intent for the first was obvious ”A floating beast for one of my things to fuse with. Funny is that because I mentioned losing my own ability to float or?” but the second had her stumped while looking at the man, only to understand when her eyes went up to his magnificent weapon.

”Ohhhh, well now. Hopefully that’s not a flimsy piece of junk like the last two swords I got. I really do need a replacement for those” she said, before adding just a little sadly ”and for Maos”

She hoped the demon was doing ok, wherever he was, regardless of his abrasiveness.

At any rate, with that sorted, it was high time they prepped to get going, the princess moving her way towards the exit so as to avoid any rush. While doing so she overheard that this Captain Falcon fellow, who they had apparently recruited, wanted to bring his vehicle along, but was unable to do so due to the weight limit of the ‘fulton devices’ they were going to use to get back.

”I can help with that” she popped into the conversation to inform him that ”I can send stuff to a parallel dimension via portals, like this” she briefly demonstrated by portaling in and out a motorcycle ”So if you have it on hand I can do the same with this transport of yours”

That didn’t help the whole air hanger only, no landings permitted, problem, but they could figure that out at a later date she was sure.
In From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting) → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hillside Hamlet


Once she’d caught up with the caravan, things had gone relatively smoothly, and in short order, the witch knight had set them on a path to link up again. With that sorted, and having missed everything to do with the catatonic girl thanks to her message running, she decided that the best course of action now would be to have a fly up high into the sky to check the lay of the land. The last thing they wanted to do was cross the next hill, and find yet another giant blobby army over it after all.

Plus, who knew, maybe she could get some kind of clue as to wherever this one had come from in the first place, be it simply whatever was in the direction they’d come from, if not some kind of actually identifiable origin.
In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,434 (+3)
Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (229/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (112/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (104/130) (+1 bonus pending)
Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(123/90) (+1 bonus pending)
Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top


”Wait… did we win?” Rika, who was towering over everyone else due to still being large. Kamek naturally dropped the spell and let her start shrinking, but it wasn’t quite fast enough for Rika’s cheer of ”Woo hoo! we won! we won!” to force everyone nearby to cover their ears lest they be deafened by her delight.

”Ah, yes, we did indeed, young mistress, very well done on your catches” Kayak praised her after he had his hearing back and she was back down to size. Jr hurried over to chat to his sis about who and how she’d found people, while Bowser did some slow metal math and realized something with a ”Buh” and a slack jaw: namely that he was the only member of the troop to not win a single podium position at all.

One of the few people to be in that pile even, and for them, there wasn’t going to another chance because of their frugalness was putting a stop to the fun before they ran out of free games. That got some a shared ‘awwww’ from the troopa kids, with Rika having done a full U turn on the games thanks to her win, and that was probably the whole plan of the tent, to get kids to beg their elders for more, presumably pretty expensive, games after the first taster.

Fortunately these particular elders, while not exactly masters of parenting, did at least know how to get out of this situation, namely with twin bribes of ”We can go check out some of the races, catch those koopa kids and maybe get on the track ourselves yeah?” and ”Don’t you want to cash out for some prizes?” which did the trick.

Unfortunately they weren't going to be able to follow up on that former idea, and would have to hurry on the latter, because it looked like they had another reason to put an end to the games: trouble was incoming.

”Heading to Midgar?” Midna piped up on hearing the final destination of the ship that had apparently laid waste to their old home base ”We’d best warn Sakura and co, because it sounds like H is looking to fill the power vacuum we made and that can only be bad news for, well, everyone involved”

”Why let them get there at all when we can bust their heads here and now” Bowser immediately declared, only for Kamek to suggest ”Perhaps let’s get to this ship and assess its capabilities first, sire? To see if it is a worthy vessel for the Koopa air fleet of course” cleverly leading his king by the nose to avoid an unwise and blind dive into that confrontation.

Midna, it had to say, didn’t entirely disagree with the nation, but as they had taken on a whole city of heroes, she was not sure if they were strong enough. Fortunately, there was, well, power to be claimed here, though as Midna was finding the more fusion power took it, the more it took from you.

No reason to not to roll the dice and find out what was on offer however.

Well, other than fashion anyway.

Bowser, at the very least, could do with some of that. His suit was a wreck, the consequences of being someone who took hits rather than avoided them, and the hat that had once gone with it had been lost somewhere along the road. It was somewhat of a dated look anyway, given that the wedding he’d been wearing it for had been ever so rudely crashed right before this whole thing had gone down.

Now was as good a time as any for a new style then, and the offer of something that wouldn’t get mix and matched by every fusion had a lot of appeal. Sure, it wasn’t power, but properly looking the part of a big bad tough guy had power all of its own, certainly when compared to looking like a raggedy mess.

Then again, Bowser’s usual fashion sense where some spiked bands around his arms and one around his neck like a dog collar, so it was easy to argue he rather missed the mark when he ended up picking a biker getup consisting of ripped jeans, sleeveless front open leather jacket and finger-less gloves

Jr, following his papa’s example, ended out picking out an orange and black pokemon ranger uniform, which came with a cool hat but unfortunately the cat ears he had refused to share head ornamentation space with anything else.

Rika meanwhile was already costumed up with her armor, and so passed, while Kamek was just fine with the robes he already had and which had also not changed a dime thanks to the snacktivator.

Speaking of those, while it was not time to fuse, it was time to get a whole load more options to be used for real soon. With that in mind they headed too and started using the gatcha machine, and got to rolling the dice to see what would come up. Bowser, naturally, went first, and was also done the quickest due to his complete lack of podium positions in the games



Opinion wise, the first was interesting due to the stabby back arms that might fit with his existing souped up shell, the second he found was trying way too hard to look dark and evil, and as for the third, well, ”Hey, look at this dime a dozen guy, copying my style” he complained. At least till Kamek pointed out that ”would that not let you regain some of that style, your fashionableness?”

That certainly showed the power of pity, though when Jr stepped up to the plate, he realized that he was a token off getting a second pity thanks to his clothes buying, and promptly badgered Kamek into giving him one of his.



Of the regular roles, was hard to say he was particularly enamored with the pair of muscled humans or the Pit alike, but the lady of the group he did show Rika given that ”Hey, look at this one, she’s got punchy gloves like you, and some kind of rocket knife squadron?” which the princess assessed was ”Neat”

For his pitties however, well, they weren't regular old humans, which was a plus, but they were also super out there and jr couldn’t make heads or tails of why he’d gotten them till it clicked: ”Ohhhhh. Sea creature for Dazzle, weird tentacle thing for Peeka, duh” which seemed pretty good.

Next up was Kamek, and, well, if Jr’s pity pulls had been briefly confusing, Kamek had to admit he was stumped by the bearded old man and mostly featureless blindfolded little girl. In-fact, between the scroll and poison wielding mages, it seemed that the regular rolls were more him than those generated specifically for him.



”How very odd”

He also had no idea what to make of ‘woman with axe’, but the lance knight also seemed up Rika’s ally. Speaking of her. She was up next and last, and got herself an extra Token from Kamek after the mage became thoroughly disillusioned with the whole rolling affair.



She got a big rock golem creature, which caught Midna’s eye when she happened to spot it, and then a whole pile of ladies (and one guy) with rather interesting looking weapons for her regular pulls. Energy blades, a big wheel, and an odd double ended blade that none of them had any idea how it worked.

”Might be able to integrate some of those maybe? Or if not they probably sell” Jr supposed as they looked over all the assets. They all paled in comparison however to what looked to be a hoverbike sized lance wielded by a tiny (probably ship) girl she got for her first pity, and even that wasn’t anything compared to what seemed to be an entire giant mechanical shark her other pity pull got. Its purpose at least was pretty clear as she guessed that it would ”Probably upgrade my whale?”

That would have to wait however, as it was high time to hit the road, and check out this ship the other team had found themselves on.

Only question was, if they had been launched down in one way trip pods, how were they intending to get back up?
In Star Wars - Invasion [ A multiverse Spaceship RP] → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So we dead or ...?
In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I’m sure you thought those where all jokes


In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by DracoLunaris>

That's another very interesting and creative Lost Number. The only thing I'd want adjusted is the strength related to spirits. Your character can be good at reverse-engineering technology, but I would rather not involve spirits.


have edited it to: Reverse engineering: Dr Yu has a considerable talent for taking things apart and figuring out how they tick, which an be handy for creating replicas or derivative of supplied biological or mechanical components. She can't do magic however.
In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I have made another lost number


In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Witch One - In the Town Square

Ganondorf @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Primrose @Yankee, Sandalphon@Lugubrious, Blazermate & Sectonia @Archmage MC Rika & Kamek @DracoLunaris
Wordcount: 3874 (+4)


Primrose had made herself as comfortable as possible, although as time went on she was starting to regret taking the lantern. It made her camouflage even better, but she had to hold it still over her head for six minutes. It was possible that a seeker would notice the minute movements of her hand, especially if she swapped which one was holding it if her arm got tired. If she set it down next to her, its glow might be visible from outside of the veil’s illusion. If she threw it away, that could easily draw a suspicious seeker to her location. She knew she hadn’t planned that far ahead when she decided this would be a good idea, but there was one other thing that could blow it for her: Ganondorf.

The warlord had declared his intent to do battle, even going as far as summoning his moblins. And his own hiding spot wasn’t all that far from hers, both being within the area the hiding players started in. He seemed serious enough that he’d even struck that boy, Roxas, which made Primrose narrow her eyes. If whatever chaos he caused reached her, her hiding spot would be easily revealed. She might even reveal it herself if he actually planned to harm one of the members of the seeking team. She hoped he wouldn’t though - this was only a game after all.

Primrose had a fairly wide open view in front of her, so when things kicked off she noticed Kamek’s wisps beginning to spread around the rooftops of town. She could hear the small group tasked to catch them somewhere nearby, but when one appeared in her vision it wasn’t the old mage, but Rika.

The day old did not, it had to be said, look like she was having the best time, armored boots scuffing along the dirt road as she looked around with a mix of confusion and frustration on her face. She paused at an intersection to scratch her helmeted head with an oversized finger, before gesturing that same hand around palm up accompanied by a look of bemusement

After giving a sigh and then raising the gauntlet she counted off three fingers while muttering ”Ok. Right. So. Ganondorf, Primrose, Blazermate. Somewhere. Kamek said to look for stuff that is out of place but, well,” to herself making a sound of ”eeegh” to express her self assumed inability to do this.

Poor girl, Primrose thought. The former abyssal really didn't seem to be having a good time. Since the whole point of the minigames was to wind down and have fun, maybe she would give Rika a freebie and let herself be found after all. Subtlety, as though she'd made a mistake instead of turning herself in. Of course during the few seconds she mulled the thought over, the thing she was actually concerned about began...

Finding something out of place proved to be both easier and harder at the same time. The Town Square was dotted with a litany of crates, barrels, urns, and other assortment of random furniture items that Ganondorf’s Moblins had had time to place about the area. This may as well have been a flare signaling that there was hider among these objects somewhere. But figuring out the right one to check? The only option was to check each one and either get lucky, or get unlucky enough times that Rika would risk accidentally eliminating herself. All the while, ignorant of the fact that at least one of her targets was in fact disguised as the largest object present in the Town Square. The assortment of other objects had created an effective mask to hide what could otherwise be the potential obviousness of Ganondorf within the horse cart.

Not that the warlord intended to remain hidden for much longer. Above the Town Square, his five Moblin archers were spread out on different rooftops. They were under strict orders not to take any lethal shots so as to avoid violating the rules of the game, should such a rule exist. Instead they were lying in wait for a certain signal to spur them into action. Then seemingly at random, a deep-voice laugh could be heard. It was the voice of Ganondorf, albeit from within his hiding spot as he had not moved out from there just yet. Was it an attempt at an intimidation tactic? Partially. But it also served as the signal the Moblins were waiting for.

So moments after hearing Ganondorf’s menacing laugh, Rika would also hear the distinct twang of a snapping bowstring followed by the whistling sound of an arrow flying through the air. And immediately after that she found an arrow sinking into the ground at her feet with a thunk. If she looked fast enough, she could spot the Moblin archer scrambling from its spot over to another cover spot it could hide behind. That shot wasn’t supposed to be a killshot, instead its purpose was to divert Rika’s gaze in the opposite direction of the horse cart that hid Ganondorf. So during that moment he lifted the illusory veil and stood with his trident at the ready before flinging it forward in her direction. It wasn’t a spear or javelin style throw, either. Instead the weapon spun around as it flew through the air. This way, even if it did strike Rika there was little chance of any lethal or lasting damage.

The precaution turned out to be unnecessary, for though his distraction worked perfectly, the hurled trident’s heft struck a theretoo invisible barrier rather than her chest as it should have done. The golden spartan energy shield shimmered into existence across her torso and head, taking the blow for the princess and, as the ui on her helmet indicated, suffering 0 actual damage for the trouble. A moment later a massive hand closed around the weapon before it hit the ground, grasping the weapon.

”Did thou taketh me for a coward?” Ganondorf said to the ship girl with a grimace. ”If thou wish to eliminate me, ye shall have to defeat me first!” With an outstretched hand he summoned the trident he threw back to his hand. If Rika wanted to tag him with her unicorn horn, she’d have to fight him for it.

After blinking in surprise, she replied ”I can do that too!” before summoning her cannon butted halberd into her now empty hand. After spinning it around once for flare, and then following it up with a ”thanks, this makes things so much easier” before charging forwards towards the king of evil, the game’s seeker speed boost kicking in and turning it from infantry to cavalry charge speed.

As she closed in, she’d suddenly flare thrusters to close the gap with a burst of extra speed as she swung her weapon low, attempting to use its unusual curved blade like crook to trip the king rather than a futile attempt to impale him. That’d be a lot easier said than done, given the king’s tall stature and immense physical strength. He actually did have a legitimate weak spot she could potentially exploit, provided she could spot what that was.

The incoming charge didn’t come as a complete surprise to Ganondorf. He knew from the rules that any seeker pursuing him would be granted a boon to their speed. Rika being able to further enhance that boon was something he had been unaware of until right now, however. But for the low-aimed sweeping attack, he need only plant the trident into the ground to take the brunt of the force while crouching down in order to reinforce his stance and make him harder to knock off his feet. And since he was crouched anyway, he decided to use that positioning to spring himself into a Gerudo Dragon uppercut that could launch her away from him if it landed.

Around them, meanwhile, the Moblins were taking aim with their bows and looking for any opportunity they could find to take potshots at Rika to either annoy her or distract her focus on Ganondorf himself.

She certainly made for an easy target as she was launched up into the air, several arrows smacking harmlessly yet distractingly into her as she tried to orientate herself. Rather than come crashing back down a moment later however, the princess’s tiny wings buzzed, and her antigravity gauntlets and feather fall rune slowed her fall, letting her, pivot in the air, aim a palm down, and proceed to start blasting at the king with ink from her grozco-blaster. At the same time, she pulled back and began charging her other, unicorn horn tipped, gauntlet, prepping up for a meteoric return to land.

While none of the ink blasts could harm the warlord, they could still blind him with a shot in his face. So it was only natural that he held up his right arm in order to shield his eyes from stray ink shots while he spun around and used Bullet Jump to slide several feet away from her in anticipation for what he assumed would be some kind of followup attack. Then he planted the trident into the ground so that he could call down a lightning blast on top of it as a form of punishment for any attempt to charge into him. Whether he was fast enough to do this before he was outrun by Rika’s ever-increasing seeker speed buff would be a matter of luck in the end.

It wasn’t that speed he needed to worry about however, as Rika hammered her fist forwards, flared her boosters, and fired her rigging guns backwards all at the same time she fired her grappling hook.

Her unicorn horn tipped hook.

The tagging weapon blasted forwards boosted by every speedboost she had and arrived in a flash. He tried to grab a nearby barrel and hurl it up into the trajectory of the grappling hook, but all those speed boosts made this last ditch hail mary next to impossible to pull off. And so the king instead exploded into confetti for all his efforts.

His spectral form merely stood there with crossed arms, looking almost uncharacteristically calm and, well, not enraged. These odds were stacked against him from the start. His chances of actually overpowering the seekers were always going to be slim at best. Honestly all he wanted out of this was to end this farcical game sooner rather than later and to go down fighting rather than cowering. So he still basically got what he wanted in the end regardless of the game’s actual outcome.

”That was for my papa!” Rika decade boldly after she picked herself up from having crashed down into the confetti shower, before adding ”Because he doesn’t like you that much, which is why people say that kind of thing, maybe?” rather ruining any impact her declaration had.

After watching it all play out, Primrose let out an audible sigh. It had turned out just fine. None of the moblins' shots had gone wide either, leaving the dancer safe and sound in her front row seat. She shifted in place, the light cast by the lantern turning a little behind Rika.

Rika ”Hm?”’d at one of her shadows (she was making her own with her tail light after all) moving a little bit. At least she thought it did, and so she turned to look behind her, finding there a tree flanked by two hay bales each with a pumpkin lantern sat on top of them. Well, that and a bunch more lanterns scattered around as well. Someone really did like them as an aesthetic it seemed.

”Did, did one of those move maybe?” she said while tapping a hull blade with a gauntlett-ed finger, before giving a little excited gasp as she realized ”Does that mean one of them is a person?” before wondering out loud ”But, hmm, um, how do I… know which one it was?”

Well, the way she started to try and work it out was pacing up to each one and just sort of, staring at it intensely as if doing so would let her see through the disguise which included, eventually, Primrose's own bale topper.

The girl's genuine excitement at having potentially found someone made up Primrose's mind. Even concealed, she pressed her lips together to suppress a smile as she let her arms fall a little lower, slowly sinking the lantern somewhat into the hay under Rika's gaze.

The princess blinked behind her visor, made a little ”huh?” as she leaned in closer and then an ”ah!” of understanding before she suddenly lept backwards into the air, she brought up a gauntleted fist and fired the grappling hook mounted horn down at lanturn and hay bale.

To really play into her role as an unfortunate hider, Primrose too threw off her veil and revealed herself. She stood up in one swift motion, looking like she was fully prepared to flee. But the hook, and the unicorn horn attached to it, struck her leg as she moved.

"Oh no~!" she gasped, and then her short performance was ended with a fanfare of colorful paper bursting out from where she once stood. In her now invisible spectral form, she brought a hand up to her mouth and chuckled lightly.

The ship girl looked positively delighted with her first actual catch, and entirely unaware of the handicap she’d received in doing so, doing a happy little head bob before looking more serious again.

”Ok, still one more to go though” she said to herself, before glancing around and wondering where Blazermate might be, only to receive a little complication in her ear, namely that: ”Pit found Sandalphon, but she seems to have teleported away somewhere” from Kamek who then added that ”I did not see her appear anywhere with my whisps, so she must have arrived inside a building. You may need to recheck inside some places unfortunately”

”Haven't looked in there yet so its fine”

”Ah, I see” Kamek replied, before cautiously inquiring ”and how are you faring, might I enquire, young mistress?” only to be delighted when the ship girl replied that ”I’ve found two so far!” in a chipper tone.

”Very well done young mistress” the mage praised, before wishing her ”good luck with the rest of your hunt” before returning to his own

”alright, so, Blazermate aaaaaand that Sandalphon lady” Rika then said to herself, giving a confident nod, excited rather than put off by the additional target on her seeking list, regardless of how unlikely it was, at least with the information she had, that the angel would have decided to teleport anywhere near where either she or Blazermate where.

As it turned out however, Blazermate was watching all of this from her perch on top of the tallest building, the stone carver mansion, using an awning to hide from Kamek’s little eye in the sky. She was doing pretty well so far, no one had even bothered to look up at her as they were too preoccupied by looking at props to think to look up, although she wasn’t too surprised at Ganondorf going down the way he did. She thought about saving him, but with how fast things were happening and his bulk, Blazermate didn’t think she could do much of anything to get him out of there in a speedy fashion. Plus if the hiders won, he won, so she stayed put.

Although her hiding spot was doing well so far, the giant Sandalphon teleported onto the roof with Blazermate, too big to hide under an awning like the much smaller bot. ”Hey, you're going to give me away!” Blazermate said.

The angel crouched down, offered an apology as she cracked open the window of the stone mason’s home and slipped through, with Blazermate only rolling her eyes

Unfortunately for both of them, just a little while later, Rika came along, and, well, even she could not miss the giant angelic halo floating above one of the statues down below, though she still felt pleased about her discovery. Well, pleased up until the point that Sandalphon teleported away again, but she did at least get a little bit more praise when she reported what had happened to Kamek, even if neither could figure out how they were going to stop this seemingly very unfair ability.

Having found one person in the building could have given Blazermate an edge
in not being discovered herself, however, unfortunately, while people did often fail to look up, they did tend to look out of windows.

”Hi Blazermate” Rika called out as she cocked her wrist mounted horn and then declared ”I’m going to wind this time!” again spoiling her own cool declaration, this time with a slight verbal hiccup, before letting it fly out of the window Sandalphon had come in through anyway. Blazermate had good reaction time though, and while it would’ve been close with only her scan pinging rika when she appeared, Rika giving her forewarning before using her little horn launching trick gave Blazaermate time to dodge out of the way. Well, now was the time to start running! Although before she left, she had to correct Rika. ”it’s win, not Wind! Speaking of, off I go!” Blazermate said, flying up and over the roof, now standing on top of it. Now was the time to play tag, and Blazermate was good at that game.

Rika came bursting out of the window a moment after, and then tapped her feather fall rune, launching herself up into the air. As she rose she spun around thanks to the little buzzing wings on the back of her rigging, letting her turn and find Blazeramte on the roof. And with her flight, it was time for the game of chase to begin. ”Cool, let's see if you can catch meee~~.” Blazermate said as she dove down under the awning of the roof and got herself ready for a big aerial chase.

Maneuvering jets flaring, Rika boosted down after her before grabbing the edge of the awning with a hand and swinging around under it that way, blindly firing her hook back into the space they’d just vacated. Blazermate wasn’t there though, and had zoomed off to the side and back into open space. She giggled like she was having fun before she zoomed off, being much faster and maneuverable than Rika. Blazermate did give her a bit of healing as she left though, but Blazermate wondered if Rika knew what she was planning.

At least, she should have been faster, but the game was hide and seek, not tag, and so the game’s systems stepped in and gave swiftness to Rika’s feet as she dropped to the ground and started sprinting across it at an absurd rate. So fast that she got ahead of Blazermate, and then processed to wall jump up the nearest building before launching herself into the air towards the medabot, grapple hook mounted horn lashing out again.

Blazermate expected this though, and as Rika got near, she put her healing beam on Rika and echoed her massive burst in speed, easily evading the grappling hook. Although now that Rika was starting to get a massive speed boost, Blazermate would have to keep inside her healing beam range to match her. And with that the two started playing ‘tag’ like Blazermate intended, gaining more and more speed until they started to move at near supersonic speeds.

”Wait. What? What! Get back here!” Rika shouted up at her as she tried to run after the speed matching bot, the pair going faster and faster and faster as Blazer weaved in between grapple shots, until all of a sudden Rika’s horn struck something and caused it to burst into confetti.

It just hadn’t been Blazermate.

”Huh?” the ship girl said, halting her pursuit as she got a brief afterimage of Sandalphon before she faded away into spectator mode, and then wondered ”Where’d she come from?”

Blazermate shrugged, then zoomed off once Rika started to move as well. Since Rika was so fast now, Blazermate was essentially tethered to the ship girl which Rika could potentially use to blindside her team mates… something blazermate didn’t think about. Granted she figured they’d all be hidden, not running, so… At least if blazermate could keep up the chase for a couple more minutes, it’d be over and they’d all have won!

She was proven wrong on that first point moments later when she caught sight of a big bee who’s cunning tree hiding spot had been rather spoiled by the appearance of Sandalphon right next to it, and the appearance of Kamek next to her a moment after that. As a result of all that, she’d had to make like a tree and leaf with post haste, as she was now being pursued by Kamek through the skies. Sectonia’s movement wasn’t fast, at least until she started to use her teleport. Kamek would have to be careful not to stab at her afterimage when she started to rapidly teleport around him, but the elder koopa knew a thing or two about teleporting and since Sectonia’s side made it so that he couldn’t stab anything but air, he had no worry about losing ‘tries’.

Seeing this, Rika pivoted, and pointed her now absurdly stacked speed boost towards the queen bee instead, boots hitting the side of a building which she practically ran up the side of, before blasting into the air with ludicrous speed a whoop. Her flying form reached Sectonia’s position half a breath before the sound itself, blindsiding the bee entirely.

Well… Rika was for sure using the boost in chase speed quite well, and now Kamek was on her tail now too! Was she the last one? It seemed Sandalphon escape mechanics ruined the hiding position of a few people, and she made it worse by making Rika super speed! But as long as she held out til the end, it’d be worth it!

Blazermate’s thoughts were by the sight of Rika racing towards her … and getting larger as she did so. Much much larger. Under Kamek’s magic, the ship girl grew and grew till she was a titan towering over the town, which should have made her slow, but. Well.

Speed boost.

To the sound of Kamek cackling, the now battleship sized boat girl blitzed forwards with her fist pulled back, charging a punch, and then, before getting into medi beam range, pulled off her everything propelled horn firing trick, sending the now ballistic missile sized shive blasting forwards at about the same speed as one of those would go towards a not at all speed boosted Blazermate.

Which was a good move by kamek, as the hook was too big for Blazermate’s projectile shield to block. And with that, the shipgirl, after minutes of running, finally caught the medabot medic.
In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Witch One - Out about town

Juri @Zoey Boey, Roxas & Captain Falcon @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Goldlewis@Lugubrious, Kamek @DracoLunaris
Wordcount: 3563 (+4)


As Geralt sniffed around the market, Pit went to check the library and Rika scanned around their starting point, Kamek set about setting up his surveillance network. The pre-prepared hovering whisps spread out across the town under his direction, seeking out and then perching themselves atop the highest points in it.

He intended to use this to spot any runners or sneaky spot switchers, but as it turned out he unintentionally ran into his first hider in the process of doing so. Though calling her a hider seemed like it might be a bit of a misnomer given that the woman was casually laying on her back on a tower roof without even having donned a disguise.

Nevertheless, he (or rather the glowing fairy winged orbs now hovering on the roof near her) had found her, and so the mage took to the skies atop his broom and started to float over her way, wondering if this behavior had anything to do with how she had just been freed from Galeem, been ‘unstoried’ as Asgore had put it, or not.

Juri lazily swatted at the winged orbs like they were pesky mosquitoes. When Kamek herself arrived, Juri swatted in her direction like she was a bigger, peskier mosquito. ”Ah, buzz off, would ya? I don’t care about this stupid game.” Juri complained with a frown. Her eyes were now the vibrant green and purple they should have been from the start.

”I’m so sick of this crap.” She added.

”Then you won’t mind if I eliminate you from it then?” the mage replied as he drew his unicorn horn and floated closer to do just that, but not before offering ”If you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them after this. Miss Fortune’s timing for this has been rather poor I must say”

”That’s just because she’s ‘rather poor’ herself.” Juri said with a cackle. She crossed one leg over the other, and frowned again, her mood re-souring on the spot.

”Just buzz off! I don’t wanna go back to that gibbering idiot’s clown tent. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” She protested.

”I am afraid I have a young ward who’s not been having the best of time with these, so I’ll have to turn down that request” he replied with polite affluence, before grinning, declaring ”this will only take a moment” and then tilting down the tip of his broom and swooping towards her at a speed that seemed to surprise even him.

”I don’t care about your freaking ‘young ward’- you’re so annoying!” Juri yelled, erupting from the ground with an invulnerable spinning wheel kick to knock Kamek away. She landed on the roof, frustrated. All she wanted was a bit of dignity and respect!
”Give me the stupid horn! I’ll do it myself.” She shouted. ”I don’t want you pokin’ me.”

The mage stabilized himself, paused for a moment, shrugged and tossed her the horn ”if you would, I’d appreciate it”

Juri caught the horn, and threw it away as far as she could. Would you believe her if she told you that wasn’t even her plan? Up until the point she had it in her hands she really was going to poke herself with it. ”Oops!”

”and as you haven’t you may suffer the consequences” he added without much surprise in his tone, not even rushing after his capture implement. Instead he waved his wand, and caused dozens of skeletal hands to rise up around her, followed by the rest of the dry-bones pulling themselves from the roof and attempting to swarm and grab her.

While they did that, the mage disappeared in a poof of smoke, and then 6 seconds later was back with his horn.

Juri chuckled as the hands rose up to meet her. ”Ew! Creep.” She dropped herself onto her back. ”Who knew you were into this kind of thing?”

”What was that?” the mage replied, having been both away and briefly dazed upon returning for some reason. Either way once there, he approached, dagger raised with ominous poise.

”Ugh.” Juri rolled her eyes. ”What are you, sacrificing me to a volcano? Hurry up, these things got cold hands.”

”Not particularly my style that” the mage replied before raising up the horn and then staking it downwards towards her heart (for extra dramatic flare).

Juri smirked. ”If it was, you’d know I’d be no good as a sacrifice. I’m not a-” Then she exploded into confetti.

”Huh, wonder what that means?” Kamek asked himself, before shaking his head and dismissing the drybones with a wave of a hand, before finally turning to take a look at the rest of the area he had to investigate.

A quick check of the hider’s spawn point revealed nothing/no-one of note, nor some of the nearby buildings, but as it turned out the barracks was somewhere that would bear fruit. He initially drifted past the suits of armor found within, thinking them far to cliche a spot to hide, only to come drifting back a short while later.

”Well none of you have come to life, which really is a let down. So let’s see if I can encourage that” he joked, before approaching the first in the line of armors, and then with a hand gripping the helm and pulling it off with a dramatic flourish, revealing its empty interior.

”Hmmm, not you, but how about…” before waving his wand, summoning his toadies who moved, grasped the helmets of every helm that wasn’t Goldlewis and hefting them off to reveal nothing once more.

The mage gave a ”tch” of disappointment as he dismissed the minions and looked thoughtfully at the final suit of armor. Then, absurdly, he drifted away- only to suddenly appear in a poof right in-front of it and make to remove the helm, a move only slightly let down by the two second between his appearing and being able to move to de-helm the hero

Of course, his hand passed right through the illusion, but by that time Goldlewis was already moving. From the moment Kamek first appeared, the veteran had been on high alert, and the tension only grew the longer Kamek drew this out. The magikoopa seemed to be playing with his food, which quickly evaporated any trace of sympathy on the part of Goldlewis. Old or not, he would show his would-be hunter no mercy.

He burst from his hiding spot with his Burst, an omnidirectional blue energy wave. “Take a hike!” It made him invincible for a split second, and the hit also sent Kamek tumbling painlessly across the ground.

The mage shook his head to clear it, and then rather than grab his broom to fly, grabbed just the fallen horn and then actually ran after Goldlewis. Had this not been part of the game it would been a foolish notion, but the seeking speedboost worked overtime to give the old man a chance, causing the turtle to cackle with glee as he became a hare for a few moments, racing through the halls of the barracks after the mighty glacier till, inevitable, the chase came to an end.

Confetti was spilled and Kamek lost his speed boost, much to his disappointment and the complaint of his old joints.

”Ach, well, that was fun, but maybe I’ll stick to the broom from now on” he commented to himself, before letting out a sigh and hobbling back to the armor room to fetch it.

With the performance he’d put on inside, it might have seemed like he’d wasted a fair bit of time on the theatrics, but thanks to his whisps, the mage wasn’t restricted to simply his own sight when it came to searching.

While he was messing about with the armor, one of his whisps headed down into the basement, found the dungeon located down there, and encountered Roxas’ keys and locks schemes. Unfortunately for him, the little winged globs of mana didn’t even try and open the cell doors, as they phased right through them.

Fortunately for him, they did the same to him as well when they got close, and so their inspection was merely visual. In doing so they found the keys that had been tossed into one of the cells however, and a moment later there was a ‘poof’ and a puff of smoke and that cell now contained Kamek.

”Interesting, interesting. You aren't supposed to be here now are you?” he said to them as he picked up the keys, before glancing at the bedding in the room with him, and then dismissing it as a possibility. Whoever had done this surely would have at the very least have tossed the keys into the next cell, or so he guessed.

”Why not simply put them in a pocket to deny them entirely I wonder?” he asked out loud as he unlocked the cell and stepped out, before strolling too and fro to examine the contents of the other cells.

”hmmm, hmmm, hmmm,” he then pondered out loud as he examined each in turn, before striding back to the one with Roxas in it and saying that ”this one seems far to generously furnished for a prison cell” referring here to the excess bedding found therein. He then stepped in and before waved his wand through the bars of the cell, summoning his toadies once more, and instructing them to ”give the ‘prisoner’ a rude awakening” prompting them to drift down and toss the sheets aside.

Well, Roxas was indeed jostled out of his hiding spot. But since none of the propeller hatted minions carried a unicorn horn he was still safe for the time being. He also had an unusually smug look on his face for a hider who was just exposed, ”Good work on sniffing me out.” He said with arms confidently crossed in front of his chest, ”But you can’t tag me if you can’t get inside.” Which was an interesting thing to say to someone who clearly held the cell keys. But it would become clear as soon as Kamek tried them on the cell door. Not a single one of them worked. Well, one of them would have worked, if not for the fact it had been recently overridden by a Keyblade’s magic. Any lock sealed by a Keyblade, could only be subsequently unsealed by a Keyblade.

”Interesting. I assume you have sabotaged the lock then?” Kamek guessed before also thinking ”hmm, and even if I do get in, I will be an old turtle who you might well try and wrestle the horn from the hands of” out loud.

That did seem like quite the predicament, but the mage simply smiled and waved his wand, causing around him 4 more hims to appear and with a cackle, declaring that ”you best hope you grab the right one then!” before all 5 horn-armed Kameks disappeared in a puff of smoke, and reapered behind him, knives raised like treacherous senators, that held that pose for 2 seconds exactly before driving their blades down in unison.

The plan, it turned out, was not to try and wrestle away Kamek’s unicorn horn. The second he vanished, Roxas was able to safely assume he was preparing a teleport attack and thus lunged himself forward and then spun around to summon a checkered wall of virtual cubes between himself and the five Kameks who reappeared in his cell. The cubes probably couldn’t do any harm to him in this virtual game world. But they would obstruct him from immediately being able to pull off his backstab. After that he could unlock the cell and try to escape to the outside. But was he fast enough to do this before Kamek could teleport again and attack with greater speed thanks to the seeker buff? That was gonna end up coming down to a roll of the dice.

Unfortunately, the architect of the building had rigged those dice, because the last thing you wanted in a dungeon was to give your prisoners an easy time escaping. There was one way in/out, and the mages re-appeared appeared in it, blocking the top of the stairs like the barrack’s troops might appear to stop a breakout. Unfortunately the only option now was to fight. And he tried, for about two seconds. It turned out that 5 invincible speed boosted turtles around made for a nearly untouchable opponent in a fight, so it didn’t take Kamek long after this point to tag the Keyblade Wielder and explode him into confetti.

”Aw, man.” his spectral form complained, ”Why did it have to be the one person who could teleport? My plan would have stumped literally anyone else.” He grumbled for only a brief moment before laughing it off with a shrug.

”Such is fate” the mage replied as his copies where dismissed, before admitting that ”though it was fun to be on the other side of the coin for once I must say”

The koopa made a final sweep of the building after that, but was fairly sure it was clear. The next few structures were the same, by which point he’d skirted most of the outskirts and drifted into Geralt had ended up. Which looked to contain quite the host of structures, so the mage offered to help him out.

A little bit later, and with only a little bit of time remaining, the mage drifted into the bar and immediately wafted a hand in-front of his nose at the smell.

”Ack, a place that sells just that… whatever it is that wretched drink that Bacchus fellow his majesty did not like was imbibing” Kamek complained, before declaring ”delightful” in a sardonic tone.

His dislike of the smell made him stay clear of the barrels at first, prompting him to head upstairs first, but it was only a matter of time till he returned and started poking about behind the bar.

Knowing it was only a matter of time before the mage started to search the ale barrels, Captain Falcon believed he should perhaps try to make an exit. And when Kamek had gone upstairs, Cap knew now was the time to either fish or cut bait. So while he was still alone in the tavern main floor room, Falcon started creeping toward the doors that would take him outside and out of Kamek’s line of sight. He could try a full run and be out the door a lot faster but that would make more noise and more easily alert the seeker. This resulted in Cap creeping a little more slowly while also diligently keeping a close eye on the stairway in anticipation of Kamek inevitably coming back down. And unfortunately Cap didn’t quite make it to the door. Instead he had to reorient his veil to disguise him as a table and set of chairs and simply hope the mage didn’t keep count of the tavern tables. He also had to hope he wouldn’t be spotted between the legs of the table and chairs, but hopefully in the room’s lighting maybe he wouldn’t be noticeable at a glance?

It was fortunate indeed that the mage tended to float everywhere on his broom, because the short fellow was at head height with a dining top. As things stood (or rather floated) the mage made a little ”hm?” upon appearing at the top of the stairs, but did not immediately zero in on the new bits of furniture. Instead, he sighed, and approached the barrels behind the bar.

”alright let us get this over with” he sighed before murmuring ”it is a shame I can’t simply blast the things to bits or…” before making an ”oh!”[ and then a laugh of ”oh ho ho ho” and asking himself ”why didn’t I think of it sooner” as he brandished his wand.

”Bip, bap, whoop and zing!
Turn these barrels into an itty bitty thing!”

He chanted, and then with a zap of magic, chain blasted each and every barrel with spells that shrunk them down to the sizes of mugs while the mage crackled manically.

”ahahahahaha ha ha ha ahhhhh that was fun” he concluded as the last barrel was shrunk, before coughing with a touch of embarrassment and hoping no one had actually seen that. Which was just the right or wrong moment to realize that ”Wait a second!” and then pausing to count ”..ng, hm, and eight” which was not the amount there had been in here when he’d gone up stairs.

Of that he was quite sure, so he announced ”Ah ha ha, well then, I know you’re still here, I had a wisp watching the street you know” before making a show of inspecting the room again.

Against all odds however, he seemed to end up concluding that ”Hmm, perhaps I was wrong. My old age must be getting to me” with a dramatic sigh. The mage then moved to head out the building after that, only to suddenly pull the horn out of his pocket and slam it towards the ”terrible place for a table!”

For the time being Cap was still fast enough to dodge roll out the way of the incoming horn stab. Then he made a blistering sprint for the nearby door. He hadn’t initially made it to the door but he made it close enough to successfully burst through them and outside. He’d be out of Kamek’s for probably like a second before the wizard teleported outside however. So Cap made a hail mary attempt to re-hide himself as a water barrel right next to a nearby identical water barrel that sat only a few footsteps away from the tavern’s doors. Had Kamek been paying enough attention outside the building to notice the difference? That was Falcon’s only hope of escape. If he got caught again? Well, at least he gave it his best effort.

”ha ha- huh?” the mage became confused upon recovering from his two second teleportation sickness, having expected to find a fleeing captain, and yet no matter where he looked, be it through his eyes or through his whisps, there was none to be found.

”Hmm” he went, before guessing that the captain ”can’t have gotten faaaar” drawing out the ‘a’ as he did a quick sweep of the nearby objects.

His eyes darted to and fro beneath his spectacles and then he darted forwards, driving the horn forwards like a tiny lance and stabbing it into the water barrel … next to the captain.

Falcon was practically sweating bullets now, especially after such a close call. But he really had no choice but to stay put. Trying to run now would get him tagged. But at the same time, it was almost inevitable that Kamek would eventually poke at his disguise. After all he was spot on in his assessment that the Captain couldn’t have gotten far. So at this point Cap may as well have been living on borrowed time.

”Tch, I could have sworn” the mage said to himself as he glanced at his now far more depleted tagging implement. He started down the barrel, only to suddenly glance off in another direction, towards the library, tilting his head to hear shouting that should have been much too far off for him to hear.

”So many down” he said to himself, before putting a finger to his ear and having a remote conversation with Rika, which further drew out the time during which Kamek loomed over the hidden captain.

Once it came to an end, the mage had another thought and decided ”Well, it seems your numbers have dwindled so why not” before thrusting the shive at the second barrel as well. The barrel, or more specifically the F-Zero pilot it concealed, proceeded to explode into confetti. Now all that was left of Falcon was a spectral ghost version of him. But he didn’t look particularly angry or disappointed. In fact he offered his tagger a congratulatory thumbs up.

”Well played!” The Captain said, unsure if the mage could even hear him when he was in spectator mode like this.

He received a thumbs up in return, the mage seeing the very start of it before the captain faded entirely from view. He held it just a little too long to be cool, before giving a cough, adjusting his hat, and then saying ”Well then, that’s this area clear I think” with a more satisfied nod, before taking off to see if Rika needed a bit of a hand with her final hunts or not.
In From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting) → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Hillside Hamlet


“You can add my world to that pile where that happens" Rayne replied regretfully to Maokai’s comment about mortals defiling nature, before clarifying that "There wasn’t any left above ground, and I'd only just stopped what little was left below ground going the same way when I was ripped away from it” which probably didn't help Lewa’s fears about that possibility, before adding “so if I have any say in it, this one won’t be going the way mine did”

That said, there were still a lot of questions about this one, such as why there were even more other-worlders being dropped in here now, and possibly even otherworldly threats? If the blobs were unfamiliar was any suggestion that the latter was happening anyway, and what an unpleasant suggestion it was.

“Are there people able to do what the goddess did, and using it for evil, maybe?” she wondered, but that train of thought got interrupted when the caravan got brought up.

“Oh right! Ok hang on one moment I’ll go fill them in and figure out where we’ll meet back up” she offered, before dashing off to do just that.
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