Naw, I wasn't waiting on Polaris in particular. It'd just be awkward to post any sort of question towards his character if he wasn't in the RP anymore.
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“The best medicine tastes the worst. So clench your teeth.”
What can one person do to save the world? Start by saving those around them. And as the magical girl in charge of protecting perhaps the busiest place in Tokyo while also balancing her life as your average cute Japanese schoolgirl, Zen certainly has her hands full. That’s not something that ever gets her down though, especially not when she has a moment to remember all the people’s she’s managed to help during her three-year tenure as a magical girl contracted to Shennong. Just as Bianka Ataegina, Hero of Iberia, wielded a holy sword forged by all those whose lives she’s touched, Maruda Zen was a girl who found meaning in forming connections with others. Sometimes it was awkward, being mistaken for someone’s daughter before she punched the alcohol out of their systems. Other times it was hella fun, giving an injured athlete a chance to participate in the last game of their high school career.
There was misery of course. Beneath the veneer of lively nightlife and lightspeed business transactions, there was darkness enough to suffocate a child who still lived with her parents. And beyond Shibuya, the world continued to trudge towards self-destruction whilst pursuing self-satisfaction. Her fist could fix hearts, but her fist could only reach as far as her arm.
There were times where Zen would skip school and spend the day cocooned in her blankets. Times where she’d skip food and sleep out of adolescent anxiety. Times where she’d wear a mask so she didn’t have to smile. But in the end, she would always leave her cocoon, eat her meals, dream sweet dreams, and remove her mask. Because, with her youthful vim and vigor, with her immaturity and audacity, her simplistic view of the world and her desire for a better one, Zen would always find hope once more.
Zen is tough. And when the apocalypse comes, she’ll be even tougher than she is now, her golden heart beating its ardent brilliance and her clenched fist blessed to heal rather than destroy.
“Even in the darkest nights, remember! The sun always rises, and justice always wins!”
What can one person do to save the world? Start by saving those around them. And as the magical girl in charge of protecting perhaps the busiest place in Tokyo while also balancing her life as your average cute Japanese schoolgirl, Zen certainly has her hands full. That’s not something that ever gets her down though, especially not when she has a moment to remember all the people’s she’s managed to help during her three-year tenure as a magical girl contracted to Shennong. Just as Bianka Ataegina, Hero of Iberia, wielded a holy sword forged by all those whose lives she’s touched, Maruda Zen was a girl who found meaning in forming connections with others. Sometimes it was awkward, being mistaken for someone’s daughter before she punched the alcohol out of their systems. Other times it was hella fun, giving an injured athlete a chance to participate in the last game of their high school career.
There was misery of course. Beneath the veneer of lively nightlife and lightspeed business transactions, there was darkness enough to suffocate a child who still lived with her parents. And beyond Shibuya, the world continued to trudge towards self-destruction whilst pursuing self-satisfaction. Her fist could fix hearts, but her fist could only reach as far as her arm.
There were times where Zen would skip school and spend the day cocooned in her blankets. Times where she’d skip food and sleep out of adolescent anxiety. Times where she’d wear a mask so she didn’t have to smile. But in the end, she would always leave her cocoon, eat her meals, dream sweet dreams, and remove her mask. Because, with her youthful vim and vigor, with her immaturity and audacity, her simplistic view of the world and her desire for a better one, Zen would always find hope once more.
Zen is tough. And when the apocalypse comes, she’ll be even tougher than she is now, her golden heart beating its ardent brilliance and her clenched fist blessed to heal rather than destroy.
“Even in the darkest nights, remember! The sun always rises, and justice always wins!”
Was it fortunate that their conversation, whispered and frustrated, was unheard by the monstrosities that lurked just on the other side of the toppled tree trunks? Or was such leniency by the gods of the dice simply granted because it didn’t matter? Against the barbaric horde, no longer willing to hold back their own desires for slaughter and having given up on trying to puzzle out why they were here when none of them wanted to be here to begin with, the party plucked up their courage and charged!
Vaulting over the largest tree with superhuman speed and grace, the four-man vanguard all experienced the sensation of time slowing around them as their bodies sailed through the air. It gave them all precious seconds to determine their singular target, and like that, they struck! Magpie, exemplifying the dirty fighting and brute force of her Brawler class, felt the roar of her soul echo into her fist as she delivered an overhead smash that would’ve made the King of Combat proud. The unfortunate target of her violence couldn’t even let out a bray of agony before his face flew towards the ground, the muscular body of the gyunin doing a 180 before bouncing back up from the force.
He did not make it back down in one piece.
Though one-armed and with minimal strength, the similar anatomies of humans and gyunin allowed Raime to pick his targets cleanly, his own sword slicing into tendons and arteries. Murky blood gushed out, but such was his speed in that transient moment that his blade remained untainted by demonic viscera. And from behind, Ames rose up, the flame-haired animist’s hooked sword burning with a powerful radiance to chase away the gloom of the forgotten ruins. Thrusting forth, he drove his sword deep into the monster’s chest, before the additional force of his spiritual energies surged into the gyunin and tore the beast apart from the seams that Raime had sliced open.
The blast of shredded parts splattering against the ground was matched only by the sound of meat against meat, Klein and another gyunin engaging in the manly art of chest upon chest bumping. And still behind the fallen trees, Amulak spoke the cursed word of power granted to him by the miasmic nightmare-tree, splaying out both hands as blasphemous lightning shot out. Arcing across mossy green and crumbled stone, the bolts struck two desiccated corpses, granting unto them the essence of life once more. While the gyunin were all drawn by the brutish violence that the vanguard had displaced, four of them already closing in with braying battle cries, the dead rose amongst them, a green lightning sparking within their eye sockets.
And within Amulak’s mind, new nuggets of information about his undead thralls and the monsters they once were emerged.
Now, how could he leverage this?
@Shovel@Searat@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Yankee
“Infinite lives but limited time,” Man-Joji sneered in retaliation. “You’ll tire of your tenure in the Upper Realms by the time I’m through with you!”
Ari, swift as the cat that she borrowed her motif from, slipped into the brush as blades flew out of her hands, scattering against the serpent man’s thickened left arm as he swatted them away like a cloud of annoying flies. Drawing his writhing right arm back, he thrust out, and the multitude of snakes within fanned out as well, a cone-shaped burst of serpentine fury to decimate the foliage Ari had tumbled into.
@GreenGoat
Vaulting over the largest tree with superhuman speed and grace, the four-man vanguard all experienced the sensation of time slowing around them as their bodies sailed through the air. It gave them all precious seconds to determine their singular target, and like that, they struck! Magpie, exemplifying the dirty fighting and brute force of her Brawler class, felt the roar of her soul echo into her fist as she delivered an overhead smash that would’ve made the King of Combat proud. The unfortunate target of her violence couldn’t even let out a bray of agony before his face flew towards the ground, the muscular body of the gyunin doing a 180 before bouncing back up from the force.
He did not make it back down in one piece.
Though one-armed and with minimal strength, the similar anatomies of humans and gyunin allowed Raime to pick his targets cleanly, his own sword slicing into tendons and arteries. Murky blood gushed out, but such was his speed in that transient moment that his blade remained untainted by demonic viscera. And from behind, Ames rose up, the flame-haired animist’s hooked sword burning with a powerful radiance to chase away the gloom of the forgotten ruins. Thrusting forth, he drove his sword deep into the monster’s chest, before the additional force of his spiritual energies surged into the gyunin and tore the beast apart from the seams that Raime had sliced open.
The blast of shredded parts splattering against the ground was matched only by the sound of meat against meat, Klein and another gyunin engaging in the manly art of chest upon chest bumping. And still behind the fallen trees, Amulak spoke the cursed word of power granted to him by the miasmic nightmare-tree, splaying out both hands as blasphemous lightning shot out. Arcing across mossy green and crumbled stone, the bolts struck two desiccated corpses, granting unto them the essence of life once more. While the gyunin were all drawn by the brutish violence that the vanguard had displaced, four of them already closing in with braying battle cries, the dead rose amongst them, a green lightning sparking within their eye sockets.
And within Amulak’s mind, new nuggets of information about his undead thralls and the monsters they once were emerged.
Now, how could he leverage this?
@Shovel@Searat@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Yankee
“Infinite lives but limited time,” Man-Joji sneered in retaliation. “You’ll tire of your tenure in the Upper Realms by the time I’m through with you!”
Ari, swift as the cat that she borrowed her motif from, slipped into the brush as blades flew out of her hands, scattering against the serpent man’s thickened left arm as he swatted them away like a cloud of annoying flies. Drawing his writhing right arm back, he thrust out, and the multitude of snakes within fanned out as well, a cone-shaped burst of serpentine fury to decimate the foliage Ari had tumbled into.
@GreenGoat
“The latter,” Isidore replied, nodding at a few other familiar faces within the bar. The passage of time truly was disorientating within Gloomhaven; even after all this time, the tavern’s liveliness neither increased nor decreased. Otti was there though, and it was a surprise too to see that he had taken to Raezel. He had expected the Uruthan to be sulking in a corner, really, away from the hubbub of the tavern patrons, so to see her like this…
Well, no, she still looked like she was sulking, even with the glint of hope in her eyes. The man patted his chest twice, to give her the affirmation that the seed was indeed with him once more, before turning his attention towards Otti. “Can’t stay too long, friend,” he said. “I’ll return though. In the meanwhile, mind asking ‘round something for me?” He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a clandestine calm. “Looking to learn about a ‘Firebeard’ and the ‘Ice Guard’.”
Isidore stepped away after, motioning Raezel to come with him and exit the tavern. “I’ll buy you a drink next time, Otti. Till then!”
It was only until the half-blood and the homunculi were a block away from the tavern that he spoke up again. “I have the seed. But before we return to the tower, entertain me.” His gaze reflected only curiosity when he turned towards Raezel. “How would you prevent its theft a second time?"
I'm fine with it. A pleasant surprise after a disappointing experiment into discord RPing, really.
"Please, Iphie," Tian-Gui laughed. "Karaoke's not about how good your singing is. It's just about the hype!"
Though between his own lung capacity, Jin-Sun's robot speakers, and Runa's mutant vocal cords, perhaps karaoke with the Final Five might be too much for a first time excursion after all. Oh well, there was always the New Years Party to drink copious amounts of alcohol in order to convince others that they're finally witnessing a drunk Tian-Gui. With Mason having sent the address to the rest of them and the time for their arrival set as well, Tian-Gui spent the rest of the day with his own preparations for the upcoming mission.
Namely, downloading his super sentai backlog onto his phone and prepping enough meals to last him two weeks. Who knew how long they'd be in Russia for, after all.
As the sun dipped into the horizon, the raven-haired man called up the others and took the scenic route down to DIHOW. The nightlife of Shanhu, replete with gondolas, personal flying devices, and drones, as well as the stream of more standard automobile lacing beneath or beside pedestrian bridges, created a dizzying display of lights that never quite got old for him. Sure, the air was about as bad as always, and the light pollution was terrible enough that the stars that one saw in Shanhu were a hoax that served as subliminal advertising for the megacorps, but the city of science and academia remained as lively as always. Perhaps even a bit livelier than usual; the Christmas fever was hitting, and Kyouko's new single was playing in more than just a few department stores. The newest member of the Final Five definitely looked to be getting places in terms of fame, wasn't she? By the time DIHOW came into view, Tian-Gui couldn't help but grin at the two-story high neon sign that featured a Kyouko Hiruma modelling for a youth fashion label.
Certainly was going to be just a little awkward, eating while in clear view of your own ad, hm? Made one wonder how Iphie felt about coming across Courtlandt Group's social media.
By the time the others had arrived and seating positions were figured out (Tian-Gui sat at the front end of the table to avoid taking up anyone else's elbow space) and the waitress came to take their order, the man already knew what he wanted. "I'll take your salmon steak combo set with Meyer sauce, extra veggies. Side order of your chicken tenders as well, no sauce, and your strawberry black forest waffle tower for dessert." A slight pause; he drummed his fingers against the table as he thought of it. "Oh, right, and is your collab with Perfect Gray Rainbow still on?"
Though between his own lung capacity, Jin-Sun's robot speakers, and Runa's mutant vocal cords, perhaps karaoke with the Final Five might be too much for a first time excursion after all. Oh well, there was always the New Years Party to drink copious amounts of alcohol in order to convince others that they're finally witnessing a drunk Tian-Gui. With Mason having sent the address to the rest of them and the time for their arrival set as well, Tian-Gui spent the rest of the day with his own preparations for the upcoming mission.
Namely, downloading his super sentai backlog onto his phone and prepping enough meals to last him two weeks. Who knew how long they'd be in Russia for, after all.
As the sun dipped into the horizon, the raven-haired man called up the others and took the scenic route down to DIHOW. The nightlife of Shanhu, replete with gondolas, personal flying devices, and drones, as well as the stream of more standard automobile lacing beneath or beside pedestrian bridges, created a dizzying display of lights that never quite got old for him. Sure, the air was about as bad as always, and the light pollution was terrible enough that the stars that one saw in Shanhu were a hoax that served as subliminal advertising for the megacorps, but the city of science and academia remained as lively as always. Perhaps even a bit livelier than usual; the Christmas fever was hitting, and Kyouko's new single was playing in more than just a few department stores. The newest member of the Final Five definitely looked to be getting places in terms of fame, wasn't she? By the time DIHOW came into view, Tian-Gui couldn't help but grin at the two-story high neon sign that featured a Kyouko Hiruma modelling for a youth fashion label.
Certainly was going to be just a little awkward, eating while in clear view of your own ad, hm? Made one wonder how Iphie felt about coming across Courtlandt Group's social media.
By the time the others had arrived and seating positions were figured out (Tian-Gui sat at the front end of the table to avoid taking up anyone else's elbow space) and the waitress came to take their order, the man already knew what he wanted. "I'll take your salmon steak combo set with Meyer sauce, extra veggies. Side order of your chicken tenders as well, no sauce, and your strawberry black forest waffle tower for dessert." A slight pause; he drummed his fingers against the table as he thought of it. "Oh, right, and is your collab with Perfect Gray Rainbow still on?"
Perhaps there was some way to negotiate with these snake-people, or perhaps there was some way to finesse themselves into digging out more answers regarding the children. But before Sarasa could respond to either Raime or Amulak’s concerns and questions, Ames asserted his own position on the matter and quickly left the room, promptly ending any chance of coming to a deal.
“Well,” Sarasa breathed, her expression one carefully crafted to look disappointed and resigned. “I suppose we’ll just have to rely on Lugh then.”
The swordsman’s own answer was indistinct; by then, everyone else had left to follow after Ames, leaving behind the strange atmosphere of the estate.
Despite Ames’s reluctance to have anything at all to do with those snakes, however, the rest of the party’s demands still had to be felt. Raime was the most hesitant in switching gears, sharing concerns with Ames regarding the fate of the abducted children, but the two of them were out-voted by the more immediate gamer concerns that their other party members had. Klein, especially, looked ready to flat-out explode into a ball of musclebound violence at this point. Being the lowest member of the party and also possessing a competitive streak to match Amulak’s made the Mountain Man the most vocal proponent to essentially genociding the goat-headed men after all. Magpie and Amulak were both on board as well, eager for some action that wasn’t just slogging through these miserable, depressing caves. Cacophony Concord’s realism may have given them supernaturally capable bodies and literal magic powers, but even that wasn’t enough to stave off the boredom and tedium of just…walking down spooky caves.
So, as awkward as it was, the party soon found themselves encroaching upon the northern ruins, where the gyunin lived. Passing by the outer perimeter of skull-hoisting stakes, it became obvious why the gyunin made their territory known in such a barbaric fashion: there were no patrols at all. Of the twenty or so gyunin that could be observed from a distance, their society definitely appeared to be more of a disorganized orgy of violence and machoism rather than anything that could actually be considered a civilization. A great bonfire served as the center of their community, as a tree roasted away. Atop the smoking trunk, the largest gyunin of them all, a freakishly lanky specimen with white fur and curled horns, cannibalized the remains of another gyunin as it stomped its hooves about, braying out indecipherable commands.
Four other gyunin worked on the corpse of a massive bear, similar to the one that Ames and Magpie had seen being torn apart by the oni. Were these big bears seriously just fodder? It was sorta hard to imagine, but considering how the only bears they’ve seen were dead ones, it may really have been the case. Outside of those four gyunin-butchers, there were a few more sitting amongst the bones of distinctly humanoid beings, roasting meat or scraping fat off of hides. They chattered as well, the colossal rage apparently kept in check by having actual work to do. For the majority of the other goatheaded beefcakes, however, they seemed content to just mill about with no purpose, occasionally butting heads with such force that it sounded like a cymbal crash.
Yes, it seemed like savagery was the only deterrent the gyunin had to others encroaching upon them, and though it may be effective for the rational mortal beings of Gala…well, Immortals lived immortal lives of thrill-seeking and power-gaining. With almost such ease that it was baffling, the entire party managed to make their way behind a pile of dead, collapsed trees, the braying and bleating of their prey just on the other side.
If they engaged, it was definitely gonna be the sort of fight that they wouldn’t be able to run away from.
But surely, they wouldn’t get cold feet now?
@Shovel@Searat@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Yankee
A dark chuckle rumbled out from Man-Joji’s throat, the man unflustered even with the Maneater Sickle pressed against his flesh. “Ari, Ari, Ari,” he intoned, a mirthless smile slicing his expression into two. “What did I say when this job first began? I won’t ask about how you do your business, and you won’t ask about how I do mine. Such a simple order. All you had to do was not think about it.”
A forked tongue flicked out.
“Ah, and I had hoped we could’ve had a lasting relationship.”
The merchant’s right eye glowed, intensifying into a brilliant beam. Ari pushed her sickle in, but with only the strength of one and a half men, she heard the crackling of scales instead. Not enough to pierce the iridescent scales that began coating Man-Joji’s skin, and not enough to force his eyes away from her.
Instinct alone, a twitch of her head, allowed Ari to dodge the beam of heat that singed her hair and seared a hole through the canvas of the carriage, before she bounded back off the carriage, her feet finding the gnarled roots of the claustrophobic grove. The mule, terrified by this turn of events, neighed out in distress, but was silenced with a swift strike of the thickly muscled appendage that sprouted out from where Man-Joji’s left arm had once been. His right ripped out from its sleeve as well, a mass of snake heads writhing out, while the merchant’s face elongated into a more reptilian form.
“It is a pity, to earn the ire of an immortal being,” Man-Joji said, towering over Ari. “But alas, you were the one to force my hand, child.”
Time dilated, every sense sharpened within the deep groves that he had lead her to, and with razor certainty, Ari knew.
Only one of them was coming out alive tonight.
@GreenGoat
“Well,” Sarasa breathed, her expression one carefully crafted to look disappointed and resigned. “I suppose we’ll just have to rely on Lugh then.”
The swordsman’s own answer was indistinct; by then, everyone else had left to follow after Ames, leaving behind the strange atmosphere of the estate.
Despite Ames’s reluctance to have anything at all to do with those snakes, however, the rest of the party’s demands still had to be felt. Raime was the most hesitant in switching gears, sharing concerns with Ames regarding the fate of the abducted children, but the two of them were out-voted by the more immediate gamer concerns that their other party members had. Klein, especially, looked ready to flat-out explode into a ball of musclebound violence at this point. Being the lowest member of the party and also possessing a competitive streak to match Amulak’s made the Mountain Man the most vocal proponent to essentially genociding the goat-headed men after all. Magpie and Amulak were both on board as well, eager for some action that wasn’t just slogging through these miserable, depressing caves. Cacophony Concord’s realism may have given them supernaturally capable bodies and literal magic powers, but even that wasn’t enough to stave off the boredom and tedium of just…walking down spooky caves.
So, as awkward as it was, the party soon found themselves encroaching upon the northern ruins, where the gyunin lived. Passing by the outer perimeter of skull-hoisting stakes, it became obvious why the gyunin made their territory known in such a barbaric fashion: there were no patrols at all. Of the twenty or so gyunin that could be observed from a distance, their society definitely appeared to be more of a disorganized orgy of violence and machoism rather than anything that could actually be considered a civilization. A great bonfire served as the center of their community, as a tree roasted away. Atop the smoking trunk, the largest gyunin of them all, a freakishly lanky specimen with white fur and curled horns, cannibalized the remains of another gyunin as it stomped its hooves about, braying out indecipherable commands.
Four other gyunin worked on the corpse of a massive bear, similar to the one that Ames and Magpie had seen being torn apart by the oni. Were these big bears seriously just fodder? It was sorta hard to imagine, but considering how the only bears they’ve seen were dead ones, it may really have been the case. Outside of those four gyunin-butchers, there were a few more sitting amongst the bones of distinctly humanoid beings, roasting meat or scraping fat off of hides. They chattered as well, the colossal rage apparently kept in check by having actual work to do. For the majority of the other goatheaded beefcakes, however, they seemed content to just mill about with no purpose, occasionally butting heads with such force that it sounded like a cymbal crash.
Yes, it seemed like savagery was the only deterrent the gyunin had to others encroaching upon them, and though it may be effective for the rational mortal beings of Gala…well, Immortals lived immortal lives of thrill-seeking and power-gaining. With almost such ease that it was baffling, the entire party managed to make their way behind a pile of dead, collapsed trees, the braying and bleating of their prey just on the other side.
If they engaged, it was definitely gonna be the sort of fight that they wouldn’t be able to run away from.
But surely, they wouldn’t get cold feet now?
@Shovel@Searat@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Yankee
A dark chuckle rumbled out from Man-Joji’s throat, the man unflustered even with the Maneater Sickle pressed against his flesh. “Ari, Ari, Ari,” he intoned, a mirthless smile slicing his expression into two. “What did I say when this job first began? I won’t ask about how you do your business, and you won’t ask about how I do mine. Such a simple order. All you had to do was not think about it.”
A forked tongue flicked out.
“Ah, and I had hoped we could’ve had a lasting relationship.”
The merchant’s right eye glowed, intensifying into a brilliant beam. Ari pushed her sickle in, but with only the strength of one and a half men, she heard the crackling of scales instead. Not enough to pierce the iridescent scales that began coating Man-Joji’s skin, and not enough to force his eyes away from her.
Instinct alone, a twitch of her head, allowed Ari to dodge the beam of heat that singed her hair and seared a hole through the canvas of the carriage, before she bounded back off the carriage, her feet finding the gnarled roots of the claustrophobic grove. The mule, terrified by this turn of events, neighed out in distress, but was silenced with a swift strike of the thickly muscled appendage that sprouted out from where Man-Joji’s left arm had once been. His right ripped out from its sleeve as well, a mass of snake heads writhing out, while the merchant’s face elongated into a more reptilian form.
“It is a pity, to earn the ire of an immortal being,” Man-Joji said, towering over Ari. “But alas, you were the one to force my hand, child.”
Time dilated, every sense sharpened within the deep groves that he had lead her to, and with razor certainty, Ari knew.
Only one of them was coming out alive tonight.
@GreenGoat
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