Holy Soldier

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@Tenma TendoYeah. Someone has asked this before. The Sins do not have to be human. The most common races are giants and fairies, but I said I am willing to allow dwarves, elves, and other humanoid races. The Sins are mostly human in appearance.

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@Tenma TendoPride is not taken, but if you want to wait one more day, then you can see what other Sin roles will be open as well (unless Pride is the only one you had an eye for). I am still waiting for writing prompts, and if I don't get any by tomorrow, then those roles will be open.

The Locker

Physical Age: 21
True Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Children of the Devil
Subspecies: N/A
Description:
Saul is a 5'10", 163 lbs male with aqua-green bladed hair and eyes. He is young and handsome with a swimmer's build - broad-shouldered up top and rectangled from the waist down. He wears a brown leather flight jacket with white fur about the collar and with various patches stitched into it. It's his favorite jacket, and he will rarely be seen wearing anything else. Beneath his jacket, he will wear loose-fitting T-shirts or a warm long-sleeve depending on the weather. He normally wears denim jeans except for when he is in a comfortable atmosphere such as in his apartment. While in his apartment, he will either wear basketball shorts or cotton wide-legged sweatpants and a wool beanie.

Saul normally carries on his back a black nylon guitar case with either an acoustic or electric guitar inside it - it depends on the performance. His acoustic is a typical yellow wooden guitar and his electric guitar is bright, fire engine-red. Her name is "Cherry" or "Cherry Pie."


Personality:
Saul has an actively creative mind. He likes to daydream, usually about his past performances or even his future performances, but he dreams of being a successful rock star one day. He loves to write music and express himself on stage. The singer has a good stage presence, and when he opens his mouth, his voice could draw the attention of most people. What he loves, especially, is when others enjoy his music. He believes that music can be healing and can brighten people's day. Music is powerful, and he demonstrates that power in his voice. Whether he is singing soft songs, soul, or hard rock, Saul is always determined to make people smile and enjoy themselves. He is a natural entertainer.

Since he was a boy, Saul has always had a fondness for canines. One day, when he can afford it, he will have a dog of his own.

Saul, overall, is friendly and modest about his talents. He always strives to out-do his last performance. He can always do better. He doesn't tolerate injustice and so he looks out for those who can't defend themselves even if he doesn't possess any training in self-defense. The singer is very ambitious about his dreams, and so doesn't think about dating much no matter how many adoring fans he has in his fan base.
Likes:

♪ Dogs
♪ Steak (Medium-Rare)
♪ Steak Tacos and other Mexican/Pseudo-Mexican foods
♪ Chai Milk Tea w/ Cinnamon
♪ Song writing
♪ Listening to music with a good instrumental or beat
♪ Playing music
♪ Traveling
♪ Making others smile

Dislikes:

♫ Doubters
♫ Negative People
♫ Wicked People
♫ Those who get in the way of his dream

Strengths:

♪ Creative Saul is creative. He can quickly devise an impromptu solution to a problem. He can pair the right words together to add strength and feeling to his music and poetry. Creating is what he does, whether it be music or ideas. He has a natural talent for it.
♪ Unwavering Determination Once he sets his mind to something, then it is difficult to shake his focus. His focus is currently on expanding his musical career. He won't quit until he sees his dream come to fruition. This same determination can be applied to other things he believes in such as protecting those he loves. As long as he is able to stand, he will fight!
♪ Brave There's an odd characteristic about Saul where in some situations where most people would freak out or panic, he remains calm. Either his mind registers the situation as being too surreal or his optimism keeps him from seeing the worst that could happen. Saul is, therefore, able to respond sensibly to these situations. There is an actual reason as to how he is able to feel so calm and that is revealed further below.
♪ Dark Protection Someone wants him to succeed in his career.

Fears:

♫ Voice, Limb, or Talent Saul fears losing the things he needs in order to succeed in his musical career.
♫ Death Not yet. He can't die just yet. He still has to leave his impression on the world.

Hobbies:
Saul likes songwriting in his spare time. It is how he pays the rent and puts food on the table. There were times where he actually broke and got a job being a cashier at a grocery store or busing tables at a bar, but his goal is to live off his music. When he isn’t playing music, or is suffering from writer’s block, Saul will play video games and watch movies to pass his time. He will even go hiking and for a long walk, searching for inspiration. Sometimes a writer’s inspiration is best found outside his domicile.
Secrets:

Spoiler

Some secrets are better left as such. Saul believes himself to be an average young man, living an average life. He is unaware of the critical role he plays in the earth’s destruction. Evil is aware however and has been watching over him since he was an infant. Saul became exactly what evil wanted him to become—a singer. A singer to enslave humanity with his music and empower his darker half that has not yet awakened. How do you tell someone that their dream is actually a threat to humanity? Would you try to get in the way of that person’s dream in order to save the world? How long will you stand by and watch? Hell is about to make Saul world famous.

Saul has dreams that he can't explain. Normal-minded individuals would actually call them nightmares, but Saul doesn't see them as such. They confuse and disturb him. Was the dead woman his mother? The black dog looks like the stray he feeds.

Outlook on Life: You only live once. You only get one chance, so why waste it? Why waste life living for someone else or doing what you don't believe in? Embrace your dreams and make them happen!
Affiliation: N/A
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good


Major Abilities:

Ultimate Sonics: Saul is unaware how powerful his voice truly is. If he ever became aware of the sheer magnitude of destruction his voice is able to project, then depending on his alignment, he would be a nightmare to the forces of good or evil. Evil already suspects how gifted Saul’s singing is and wish only to see that he succeed in improving his voice. Saul, currently in his unawakened state, can reach pitches that can shatter glass. The energy generated by his sound resonates so rapidly that molecules rupture and explode. When Saul becomes aware of his power and learns to control it, he will be able to increase the strength, duration, and potential of sound to its fullest. He will be able to speak, sing, whisper, yell, or hum at any pitch and be heard from locations he isn’t even present in. Currently, if under severe stress, his distress may be able to be briefly heard around the world. The same with his music. He will be able to make his music come from somewhere else even across great distances where he isn’t physically present. He will be able to generate sound waves and blasts of sonic energy over a specific target area causing great damage or delivering great shockwaves of pure force.

Awakened: In his awakened form, the devastation Saul’s voice can cause could be world-ending depending on “conveniences” leading up to said possible situation. His voice is a weapon of mass destruction in this form capable of affecting near anything, including things that would normally absorb, nullify or be protected by sounds/soundwaves. He can generate sound inside a complete vacuum without a medium to travel through and his sound can even penetrate the metaphysical and supernatural fabrics of reality. The waves of his sound can produce so much destabilization that objects and dimensions can be torn apart.

Invigorate: Saul’s sound ability can manipulate the emotions of others. His melodies can energize and hypnotize others into believing they are happy, motivated, or determined. His music can soothe, lowering one’s stress and anxiety until one could practically fall asleep. He is often the one influencing the love people have for his music without even realizing it. Depending on the melody, he can influence his audience to feel happy, excited, sad, sexual, angry, violent, suicidal, fearful, or even absolutely crazy.
Sonic Shield: When Saul learns more about his abilities, he will be able to generate enough sound with his guitar to create a field of pulsing sonic energy that will shred objects that come in contact with it for as long as he plays. This field can be manipulated to protect him in either a 360-degree sphere (to even crack the ground beneath his feet) or a straight line creating a wall to protect others.

Awakened: (Satanic Choir) A choir of demonic spirits follow Saul in his awakened state, singing a frightening opera. The sound they project onto his being forms a protective coat around his body. The coat can damage objects that come in contact with it, and it will last for as long as the choir is present and continues to sing.

Minor Abilities:

Demonic Empowerment: After becoming aware of his inhumanity, his awakening will unlock latent abilities in him which are passive. As a devilspawn, Saul is physically stronger, faster, and tougher than the strongest human athlete. He can rapidly regenerate damaged tissue and bone and survive accidents that would instantly kill a normal human. He will be able to leap great heights and distances, appearing to be gliding through the air.
Sound Absorption: As silly as it may seem, Saul can be healed by music—sound specifically. His cells will absorb the sound energy and convert it into biochemical nourishment for his mind and body. This passive ability is active before his awakening and could explain his mysterious attraction to music.
Sound Aura: Saul’s unusual aura is only detectable when he is either singing or playing music. Similar to the rising and falling energy detected by a sound meter. His aura is aqua-green like his hair and will rise and fall to the pitch of his singing or the volume of his playing—or both. When he’s not singing, supernatural beings could easily confuse his aura with that of an average human.

Special Ability:

Fan Worship: Unknown to Saul, the power of his demonic form grows depending on how many fans he has. His fans worship him, and by doing so, he is empowered. If he was to become a global sensation, then his power would be nearly unstoppable.

Boundary: N/A
Equipment:

♪Clothing
♪Guitar (Either Acoustic or Electric)
♪Cell Phone
♪Wallet

Minor Skills:
Saul has a good gut instinct that often warns him when something seems fishy. Often times, he can call out a scam when he sees or hears one. He is no fool unless it involves his dreams. He knows how to save money and survive in an urban environment. Ever since he turned 18, he has learned how to be independent.

Willpower EX
Faith D
Mana Capacity B
Magickal Proficiency E
Physical Competence D

History:

A child was born on a winter day in January. He was discovered in Stanley Park (Vancouver, CAN) in the middle of the night by a lone black creature believed to be a wolf. A woman lie face down with a pool of blood and pink entrails splayed beneath her. With its nose, the beast nudged her over as though she had weighed barely a stone and found the babe still alive, having been kept warm inside her ruptured womb. The child laid on a bed of intestines. A steam rose from his milk-white flesh and a crown of blood stained his head. The wolf gazed upon the child with its three red eyes and smiled before it licked the babe clean. The creature gathered the boy into its teeth and fled into the night, leaving the woman’s mysterious death without explanation.

Three years later, a man drunk and wandering the park at night was resting on the park bench with a bottle of tequila when he noticed a small naked boy. He thought the booze had been tampering with his perception when suddenly a large black dog came before the boy and placed before him a heart. The drunken man watched as the boy crouched and took the bloody organ into his hands and began to eat. The drunk, horrified, quickly rose from the bench and charged at the wolf. He threw the bottle of tequila at the beast supposedly scaring the creature away as it fled with a smirk on its face. The child dropped the heart and attempted to run, but the man scooped him up and held him tight as he screamed and struggled.

It has been many years since that day. The memory was forgotten. The boy named Saul Gagnon after his foster father Paul Gagnon had forgotten that night. Since entering Paul’s life, he was able to live as a normal boy would. Paul stopped drinking in order to raise him right. It was the least he could do since his wife had left him, taking his children away. As Paul raised Saul, he noticed that the boy had an interest in music. He started singing as soon as he could say “Papa” and that was how the boy’s dream was born. Piano lessons became guitar lessons. He was the music teacher’s pet and performed at every play, choir concert, orchestra, band—you name it. Saul took creative writing to better his poetry and lyrics. If there was anything he could do to better his music ability, he did it.

By high school, Bodwell to be exact, Saul was winning several talent shows and had even started a band that fell apart before college. Saul auditioned for the Vancouver Academy of Music and was accepted. It was his first time being away from Paul for he had lived with the man his whole life. Paul had long forgotten the incident that had brought the two together and had felt comfortable letting his son go on his own. Once alone and going through the struggle of maintaining his apartment and grades, Saul was visited once again by the black dog.

Other:
Promo of Saul's sound power:

The Power of Sound

Saul's aura:

Example

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@Loki OdinsonNo one is taken if you don't see a CS linked at their name. I am waiting for Writing Prompts until Friday. If I don't get writing prompts by then, then I am opening the roles.

200 meters max is better. You're approved. When I put the OOC/IC up Friday, then you can freely move the CS over into the character thread.

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@Loki OdinsonThe CS looks good so far. What is the total area of effect of his ability? Like the radius. You are also going to probably be the last HK I am accepting (besides those already on reserve) because I am predicting that I may be having to fill in some SIn slots come Friday.

A Tale of Seven Children

@KuroakumaI'll get a CS up for one of the seven after work.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: 26th Floor of Tetris Castle, The Reception Hall
Tagging: @Mattchstick@DracoLunaris@Lugubrious@Zarkun

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Vault Boy glanced around at the guests who had gathered with his hands happily on his hips. “Well that looks like everyone!”

A green-haired, sleepy-eyed Lemming walked over to Vault Boy and tugged his pants leg. Vault Boy peered down at the creature with raised brows before he knelt, turning an ear to the creature as it whispered something in his ear. Vault Boy jumped to his feet with a gasp. “You’re right. I completely forgot!”

Vault Boy raised his hands as a neon-orange panel appeared before them. He slid a few circles here and there, and poked at a few buttons. Behind him, the large screen began to flicker, revealing a pair of zoomed-in blue eyes beneath two red finely waxed brows. A female voice was heard through the reception hall’s surround sound.

“I-I think I finally see someone. Just barely,” came Kinzie Kensington.

“You broke it!” came a male voice behind her.

Kinzie angrily glared over her shoulder and yelled, “How did I break it when I just fixed it?”

Vault Boy attempted to fix the flickering problem with the screen and once the flickering ceased, the guests were able to see a red-headed woman in a blue space suit. Behind her were three lengthy couches—two facing each other and one facing the screen. Sitting on the center couch was a built man with brown hair, blue eyes, and a five o’clock shadow covering his jaw. He was sitting wide-legged with his arms stretched out across the back of the couch. To the right of him was Shaundi. Standing behind his couch with his arms crossed was Johnny Gat. On the couch to the right of him were two black males, Pierce and Benjamin “Muthafuckin’” King. Across from them was Asha Odekar and Matt Miller. Standing behind their couch was Keith David. Kinzie smiled when the screen finally stopped flickering.

“Okay! I got it!” she explained. “Hello? Can you hear me in there?”

Vault Boy turned around to face the screen. “Loud and clear! Is the president with you?”

The man seated in the center raised his hand. “Yep…” he sounded so enthusiastic.

Vault Boy then faced the guests at the table and clapped his hands together. “Great! We can begin then.”

Kinzie quickly rounded the coffee table as though a movie were about to start and plopped on the couch to the left of the president.

“Hey, what is dis thing about any way?” Johnny Gat asked.

“I was wondering the same thing,” Mr. President replied.

“Will you two be quiet! We’re about to find out!” Kinzie exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Pierce quietly instigated.

Mr. President scowled over at him. “Pierce, shut up...”

“You shut up!”

Johnny Gat shook his head. “All right, both you idiots shut the fuck up!”

“Shut up!”

The entire room became loud with yelling and Kinzie pressed her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment. Pillow cushions started flying across the room. Asha began yelling at the boys to stop acting like children. Suddenly a loud blaster went off in the room. Everyone immediately went wide-eyed and silent. They glanced over to the reformed Mr. King as he held up a blaster. Once everyone was quiet, he set the gun in his lap and waved his hand toward the screen.

“Let the man speak…” he calmly said.

Vault Boy was standing there with a blank expression. He blinked and then cleared his throat. “O…kay. Ahem, all right. So, The Council has called everyone here because there’s a situation going down in the land of Skyrim.”

As Vault Boy began to explain, a hologram appeared over the banquet table showing a snowy land covered in forests. He continued, “Deep in the region known as ‘The Reach’ is a barbaric clan called the Forsworn. The Forsworn have warred for many years here in order to claim one of the largest cities in Skryim. That city is Markarth. The Forsworn have succeeded. The Jarl of The Reach—basically, their king—Hrolfdir, sent us a distress message. I will play the message for you now.” GM Note: This is taking place before the Markarth Incident. This is when the Forsworn first claim Markath.

The Forsworn have come and never have they been so strong...

The President returned from having gotten up and went to the kitchen. He reclaimed his spot, plopping down on the couch with a big bag of potato chips. The bag crackled loudly as he parted an opening in it. A few of the Saints’s heads turned for the noise was muffling the message. He reached into the bag and pinched a few chips between his fingers before he tossed the salty potato crisps into his mouth. His loud munching irritated Kinzie to the point she snatched the bag from him and set it on her side of the couch.

“What?” Mr. President asked irritably.

Kinzie frowned at him and whispered, “Ssh! We can’t hear!”

“I don’t care. Give me the bag!” he whispered back.

“No!”

The president then reached across Kinzie’s lap while she pressed her hand against his face in order to keep him from getting to the bag.

…They come led by gods made of steel. The steel gods have managed to command the dragons! We cannot hold! By the time anyone gets this, I fear Markarth may no longer be in my control. What do they want? The mines? The silver? What do they want!? –Message ends.

Vault Boy resumed, “Gods of steel sounded fishy to us. We suspected that this was not a normal occurrence in the Skyrim gameverse. The Council has called you heroes here to investigate the situation. Find out what happened in Markarth and figure out what the steel gods were searching for. You will meet a man by the name of Ulfric Stormcloak who is plotting to take back the city with his militia. As mentioned before, there are dragons in this world. They aren’t normal dragons either. They are very intelligent. Supposedly, if you know their language, then you can cast powerful spells with it. Sounds cool, huh?”

“It’s going to be pretty cold, so I hope you guys are prepared!”

“Cold? I ain’t goin’,” said Pierce.

Johnny Gat grasped his chin and smirked. He thought aloud, “I wonder what it feels like to punch a dragon.”

Having given up on the chip bag, Mr. President scowled and rose from the couch. “Whatever. Have fun Gat.”

“Actually! Excuse me?” Vault Boy called.

Mr. President paused mid-step and glanced over at the screen.

“The Council specifically called for The President of the United States to handle this problem.”

“HAAAA! OH SHIT!” Pierce yelled in amusement. He covered his mouth and slapped his knee.

Mr. President blinked as though he didn’t hear Vault Boy right. “…What? Well, I mean…technically the United States no longer exists. Earth blew up. So I’m no longer the president! Ha! I’m not going.”

He attempted to walk away again when Vault Boy smirked and added, “The Emperor of the Zin; The Leader of the Third Street Saints…”

Mr. President was finding it harder and harder to creep away the more Vault Boy continued to specify who he was talking about. He eventually just stopped and glared down at the floor as Pierce pointed at him, “That’s you! That’s so you!”

Closing his eyes, Mr. President threw back his head and muttered, “Fuck me…”

The Saints all rose off the couches and took their leave slapping him on the shoulder as they left. Kinzie passed him and smashed the chip bag against his chest. She then smiled holding up her index finger. “Don’t forget to wear that Christmas sweater I made for you!”

The president’s nose wrinkled. “But it’s ugly!”

Sighing, he walked back over to the screen and sat on the coffee table. He looked closely at the Reception Hall. His mouth fell open in surprise, “What? You guys got food in there? Nobody said there was gonna be food!”

“It’s not like you can eat it!” Shaundi yelled.

Nodding as he remembered, he passed a handful of potato chips into his mouth and stammered, “You right.”

Vault Boy faced the guests. “Questions, comments, criticisms, speculations?”

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@SkwintThe ability is okay now. I am assuming that once he sets his shield up in a direction, then the only way he would be able to move the shield is he would have to drop the shield entirely, re-position himself, and then set it up again? If that's so, then that seems like a decent enough weakness for it. The resolve I felt was not concrete enough because you can make your character's resolve last for as long as you want.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Two - Evening
Location: Dream Land Arc
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki@Leaves

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Inside the Butter Building, Fl. 5 to Fl. 4

Through their laughter, the second Poppy bro began to quiet as he heard a distinct hiss. He knew that hiss anywhere. Hopping up to his feet, he whirled and saw the bomb fizzling next to his bro. “Look out you idiot! You dropped a live one!” he warned.

Before the first poppy bro could react, the child was on it picking up the bomb and running with it. The Poppy Bros watched in amazement as Frisk risked their life to dispose of the deadly explosive. They threw it into the stairwell and shot a strange projectile at it that caused it to blow, cracking the walls and steps but not bringing down the entire stairwell like Marx’s defeat. The soldier had ran over to shield the child from any aftershock or debris that might have projected from the blast. The bros left the Bear and Bird just as the Bird was rattling off some jokes. They quickly waddled over to surround Frisk and Alicia, their black beady eyes glimmering in amazement.

“You saved my bro,” said the second Poppy bro. He then raised his yellow mitten covered hand and shook his head at Alicia. All of the joke telling was over now. “You could have harmed us while we weren’t payin’ attention and made off to the fourth floor.”

The first Poppy bro’s eyes glazed over and welled with tears. He sniffed and started crying. “And I wanted to bomb dem!” He flung himself down at Frisk’s feet and begged, “I’m so sorry. Forgive me!”

The second Poppy bro shook his head and frowned. “Get up you meat head!” He then hopped back so he had the full room’s attention. “No more funny business [duh dum tish!]. We was gonna go on vacation but now we gotta pay you guys back.”

The first Poppy Bro peered over his shoulder, his eyes still glistening, “We do?”

“’Course we do dummy! We’ll get you guys through the fourth floor. Our old pal Fatty is there.”

The first Poppy bro stood up and waddled to stand next to his brother. “You think Fatty will let them pass? They wanna kill da boss.”

The second Poppy bro closed his eyes and frowned in thought. He then spoke his meditations aloud, “The boss hasn’t been himself lately. It’s kinda’ creepy. Ever since he got those powers, he’s been trynna’ take over the world. I don’t think I like it.”

The first Poppy bro trembled at his brother’s words. “Bro, you’re speakin’ treason,” he whispered.

“Yeah, well, what does he do for us? We stay down here all day, trynna’ come up with stuff to do as we wait for Kirby. IF Kirby even comes, and then he’ll more than likely kill us like he did to the last guys, and that’s a wrap! You wanna die meathead?”

The first bro shook his head. “Not really…”

“Let’s just help these folks out and then me and you can go on vacation. We could use it.”

The first Poppy bro glanced over at the heroes and then at his bro before he finally smiled and gave in. “D’aw right.”

The second Poppy Bro nodded and faced the group. “That settles it. Follow us. We’ll get you through the fourth floor.”

The Senior Bros started waddling for the exit doors that appeared in a small puff of smoke at the end of the room. The heroes would venture down another winding staircase and would arrive at a doorway that bore no doors. The smell of salt was a thick aroma on the air. It was damp...water? The fourth floor was made entirely of water, but the water was unusual. It was pitch-black and appeared bottomless. The entire floor was one narrow dock that led from one side of the room to the next. The rest of the level was all water.

“Here we are! Da fourth floor!” the first Senior Bro informed.

The second bro raised his yellow mitten hands to his mouth and called, “Fatty! Hey Fatty! It’s us, the Senior Bros!”

The surface of the pool suddenly burst as a plump blue whale leapt over the heroes with…was that a pipe clenched between its teeth? He gazed at the heroes and the Senior bros as he soared over them before plunging into the water on the other side of the dock. Reemerging, the whale paddled over to the group and inflated its personified cheeks, forcing air through his pipe to clear it on a small geyser.

“What’s up Senior Bros?” the whale greeted. His voice oddly deep like a 1970s soul singer.

The Senior bros faced the heroes with a smile. “Hey everyone, this is Fatty.”

The whale raised a small fin and waved at them.

“Fatty, we need to pass,” said the second Senior Bro.

The whale glanced at the heroes, rolling the pipe between his teeth. “Hm…aren’t they trynna’ kill the king?”

The second Bro smiled sheepishly. “Well, you see, what happened was we were joking around, tellin’ some jokes when my bros bomb fell out of his pocket. I thought for sure they would try to pull a fast one and kill us, but they didn’t. They saved my bro’s life, so I think they’re actually good guys and deserve a pass.”

Fatty frowned, twirling his pipe between his lips.

The first Bro nodded. “Duh, I saw dem do it wit’ me own eyes! Dey saved me!”

Fatty stopped twirling his pipe and then nodded. “Sounds cool. I can dig it. Sure. I’ll let the playas pass. I gotta warn ya though. Those other guys aren’t as cool as me, know what I’m sayin’?”

The second Bro arched a brow. “What do you mean?”

“Those guys are mean. They support the king and won’t let nobody pass without a fight.”

The second Bro brought a mitten to his chin as he hummed to himself. He then faced the heroes and said, “Well, this is where we part. Fatty will let you guys pass. I don’t know who works the third floor, but if they’re as mean as he says, then good luck.”

The first Bro gazed at the heroes as beads of tears appeared in his eyes. “I hope you guys make it to da end. Thank you for savin’ me.”

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XP INITIATED!

GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

XP Awarded and XP Cash Out

Frisk
Pacifist XP: 20 XP
Spare Enemy Bonus: 5 XP
Word Count: 1
Total XP Earned: 26 XP Level up!

Alicia
Pacifist XP: 20 XP
Word Count: 2XP
Total XP: 22 XP

Phoenix
Pacifist XP: 20 XP
Truth Revealed Bonus: 0
Word Count: 0
Total XP: 20 XP (Need to review your XP)

Banjo & Kazooie
Pacifist XP: 20 XP
Word Count: 2 XP
Total XP: 22 XP

Cloud
Pacifist XP: 20 XP
Word Count: 0
Total XP: 20 XP Level up!

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Frisk, Alicia Harnick, Phoenix Wright, Banjo & Kazooie, and Cloud.

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

@YahrlanYou're asking good questions. I would think it's still up because the fairies are the only ones who know he's dead. So maybe it's not posted on fairy island and instead is marked off. But it's probably still posted up elsewhere because the fairies don't really leave their island for any reason. They're very xenophobic.