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Star Wars: The New Guard

Why does this sound like something a reality tv host would say

Star Wars: The New Guard

Character sheet uploaded

I wasn't able to find the rules regarding dual-wielding so I just wrote down the standard amount of pistol damage which is probably not correct

#StillNotBitten [Invite Only]

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_{Location: Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern}

Date: May 15th, 2019

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Damien raised his eyebrows at Percy's attempts at cracking jokes. It reminded him of those teachers who tried way too hard to be cool, down to his appearance. He couldn't really explain why, but to Damien the whole routine felt... unnecessary? The split between adult and teenager was torn down at the same time everything else was when the dead started crawling back to life, so it was annoying. Or was he just insecure? He thought back to those losers who would hide behind jokes to deal with whatever it was they were going through.

"Gonna be honest with you, this plan makes perfect sense, but that's why I don't trust it that much," he commented, sloppily wiping off a bit of grease with his sleeve. "If crossing that bridge is the obvious answer, then everyone's gonna wanna do it. Soo, we're either gonna bump into a whole lot of dead people or others." His voice sounded both immature and devious. It was the same tone he used to use when making plans to skip school or smoke weed with his friends, one that implied outsmarting other people.

But just what would outsmarting people even consist of? Damien naturally assumed the average person was an asshole, so being tossed into a world where laws were in short supply had made him start jumping to the worst possible conclusion anytime other people were involved. In his mind this entire town was a free for all, one where the humans were going to be a bigger deal than the dead.

He stretched his arms out and wrapped a hand around his golf club again. "I think we can manage to take whatever on, though."

Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World

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Unknown Forest

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Kaito's face didn't show much emotion in response to being discredited, which must have been a surprise to the others. It was a perk developed as a result of working in a career devoted entirely to the solution of conflict. To Kaito, his displays of cowardliness from earlier were a far cry from his typical professional behavior, an outlier caused by being suddenly placed in danger.

"Hallucinations are a symptom of many conditions, and can cause many other effects on their own. This disconnect between the 'self' and our surroundings is typical." He let out a small sigh of frustration. "But what makes this different is that all of us are seeing the same things... which would be..." He struggled to find a way to conclude his hypothesis, letting his eyes flicker down towards his journals before thinking better of it. This was something a color-coded frequent issues notebook couldn't handle. "Hmm, situations where multiple people have shared the same delusion have existed. Much rarer than your typical case, but still within the bounds of reality."

The way he spoke, it was like he was ignoring the purple haired girl. It wasn't intentional, he had just subconsciously lumped her in with the rest of the strange occurrences in the forest. Her name being Ipharia only solidified her place in his mind as an additional obstacle in the way of the truth.

"...My name is Kaito," he said, resting his eyes on her with a sense of unease. It was hard to dissect someone's behavior when they were so legitimately naive.

He listened quietly as she explained her background. Despite having hoped for information that could have helped him make sense of everything, even someone like Kaito who didn't keep up to date with pop culture knew he hit a dead end as soon as the word cleric left her mouth.

"Divinity, spells, oath, goblins..." he muttered to himself, as if he were carefully checking off a list of ailments. "Pilgrimage... monsters." His lips pursed. Another, larger sigh escaped his mouth.

"We might actually be in another world."

Star Wars: The New Guard

Going to add the character sheet later, this is just to get a foundation going

Jarren

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There's something about the way Jarren Teeg struts through a room that makes people shove him into a box pretty quick. Everything from the way his red eyes glaze over everyone present to the pungent cologne he wouldn't be caught dead without, the duros has an appearance that people would call confident, or, if you talked to them after a couple of drinks, "really punchable". Despite appearances however, Jarren isn't a morally questionable politician, he's a former morally questionable politician! One who was falsely accused of murder by an adversary and is now on the run, to be more specific.

He wasn't always that way though. The young man grew up in the outskirts of a verdant planet living like most settlers did, tending to the animals and whatever problem of the day his lifestyle threw at him. He wasn't the strongest, nor even the smartest, but he learned early on that it didn't matter. If you phrased things right, then people who were actually those things worked for you. If you spent a little extra time, you could even have them walking out of the deal thinking you were the smart guy. But sweet-talking vendors into giving him a little extra just wasn't enough, and Jarren soon forcefully inserted himself into the world of politics to make that climb to the top. His ambition, while concerning, did have some good to it. He really did want to help out the little guy, it's just that he also wanted his fur boots in twelve different colors.

But politics is a dangerous game. And Jarren, who entered the ring with nothing but a sharp tongue and hungry pockets, crumbled under the temptation incredibly fast. He decided early on that there was no harm in looking the other way when it was someone else's head getting detached from their body, or that taking a bribe here and there never killed anyone. Directly. He made mistakes, lots and lots of enemies, and worst of all, realized that even after all this he was still one of the nicer ones. But the poor duros bit off more than he could chew one fateful day, leading to the murder of rival candidate Aleena Mos successfully pinned on him by another. With a growing mountain of people wanting to join the dog pile and the realization that he was growing more hated by the public by the second, Jarren fled the planet.

He now lives the life of a scoundrel, trailing off to wherever credits may be. It's not a perfect life, but honestly? With the way things used to be, it's actually safer sometimes. As long as he gets to strut around in nice clothing and get paid, then it's just as good as home.

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Character Sheet

Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World

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Unknown Forest

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Delusions of grandeur. It was common among the younger crowd, even more so nowadays with the rise of video games and social pressures. But Honami wasn't his patient, and she wasn't the only one who underwent their fight. He wanted to smile and nod and discard her opinion entirely. He wanted to assure her that everything would be alright while pondering the true explanations behind her struggles. But she made too much sense. Everything that they'd gone through sounded too close to something he'd see in a commercial or magazine advertisement.

"I'll admit I don't know that much about geography, but I've never heard the name of this forest in my life," said Kaito. He bit his lip and pondered Honami's last words, at a loss on how to act.

If he stepped out of the box of reason for a moment, he could see how concluding that they had died made sense. But there had to be some other explanation that could work under the confines of reality. People didn't just die and wake up in an afterlife that had creatures poised to kill them. "It's possible we were drugged and moved here by someone. That could explain why our minds are having a difficult time trying to adjust to our surroundings," he proposed. It was a shaky theory at best, and came with some worrying implications as to what the other two had just done, but he wasn't about to accept the idea of dying and reviving.

Darkest Day (pkmn rp)

*SNAP*

"What? Pictures of food are in nowadays. It's all anyone with a camera ever posts on the net, anyways." As it was their first day of officially beginning the gym challenge, Lark made sure that not a single moment went by without a photograph to commemorate it. Annoying, sure, but he had to cover his bases if he wanted to get to the good stuff. You didn't start off a photo album with a shot of your zebstrika beating someone to the ground, you had to build up to it with sunsets, cities and a good old fashioned training shoot, all peppered with lame hashtags about friendship and positive thinking.

His thumbs typed up a storm of words and phrases meant to garner as many online interactions as possible before a final send-off into the internet. If there was a silver lining to being a young photographer, it was probably being able to take full advantage of technology. "Curry suitable for anyone, huh?" he asked, sounding amused. "Then you'll need some reviews to confirm it for you."

Lark's lips spread slowly after his first bite, a rare display of emotion. He was used to eating on the go from his work, and had come to appreciate curry. Not many dishes in the world could be filling and delicious at the same time, nor could they be prepared with so little. "Hmmm... Good stuff..."

He ate the rest of his curry at a relaxed pace. "We're gonna be a little late to the challenge. It's convenient for me since I get to take some pre-battle shots, but I figure you two don't want to wait on other trainers getting crushed." He chuckled, like someone remembering a secret.

Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World

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Unknown Forest

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This was... out of his area of expertise. Way, way out of it. Within his hiding spot, surrounded by thick foliage, Kaito had witnessed Honami throwing a stone at their opponents. Except, rather than flail about like a typical rock, it was like a small meteor had locked on to her target. There was no way a normal person like her was capable of such a feat.

Kaito dragged himself up and let his journals crash onto the forest floor. He scooped up the stone nearest to him and grimaced. He was beginning to develop some idea as to what exactly was happening to them, letting flickers of confidence take hold over his body. If he really was undergoing some sort of hallucination, then he too would be able to partake in affecting their surroundings. Mustering as much strength as possible, he threw the stone blindly in front of him, aided only by the noises of rustling that punctuated the forest.

"Hnggh!" The stone flopped towards the ground. The expanse of vegetation had swallowed it up, leaving not even a small thud.

Did anyone see that? he thought. Fortunately for him, the others seemed to be preoccupied.

The girl with the purple hair seemed relieved over Hiroko and Honami's skills. Was it over that quickly? He knew adrenaline tended to affect the perception of time drastically, but was genuinely shocked by the idea now that it was him going through it.

"It's hard to see so well around here, there could easily be more of them around." Them. As if he had any idea what those creatures were. He scooped up his materials, albeit with much less care than ever before, and carefully approached the others. His pace quickened at the sound of more conflict.

Whatever it was that he planned on asking didn't leave his mouth. The young man's jaw stopped halfway and began another question. "Wait! Did you not suddenly wake up here like we did?"

A Star Wars SAGA Proposal

Darkest Day (pkmn rp)

He disabled the sound and light from his camera and took multiple careful shots of his surroundings, once again hiding the effort and concentration it took underneath a calm exterior. There were too many unnecessary people around and his subjects were too far away for his comfort, so these photos were worthless as standalone works. He'd probably settle on using them to kick off his newest wave of blog posts.

"As long as you turn that energy on them in battle while I'm shooting, there's no problem." The flashier these leaders dressed, the better the shots would be. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. The biggest advantage that'd come with taking on this challenge were the stadiums, though. Nice flat land with no obstacles. He made a mental note to buy a newer pair of running shoes at some point.

He rested the camera's strap over his shoulder. "Of course I'm fighting Milo. My team's too strong against him for me not to. No one ever said I wasn't allowed to shoot and battle at the same time, after all." He winked lazily.

"Shutter's my right hand girl, but I do have another helper. He's a zebstrika, bought him from a professional breeder with my first couple of paychecks way back when I was first getting started. He's my golden ticket for traveling long distances, but gets a little stressed around strangers." His eyes turned to a premier ball wrapped around his belt, with an ornate emblem proving the pedigree of its contents. Having the expensive pokeball stored next to the beat up, haggard standard one that housed Shutter almost looked comedic.