Kazemitsu

Shelter: A High School-oriented Zombie RP [Interest Check]

I like zombies...still accepting?

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter blinked at Druid Girl when she mentioned people lying. "Who would lie about cleaning a ditch? Sure I could have snapped the guards neck and taken the paper...but that's not productive." He stated while shaking his heads. Were humans that untrustworthy at times? Still, the Archer Girl looked a little...hurt, about what he had said. So in a gesture very far out of character for him he placed a hand on top of her head and gave her a light ruffling for comfort.

The group entered the Guild and turned in the parchment. Which was inspected and they started to fill out the paperwork before being brought into a room. He chose to stand considering the couch and chairs weren't built with a tailed being in mind. It was a quick procedure since there wasn't much to say about it. The group got a communal pouch of money, which the nature oriented woman divvied up strangely, taking the lesser amount. This got a blink from him before he leaned over and pressed the front of his snout against her forehead. Considering he didn't have real lips, it wasn't a kiss and it was clearly a lizardman gesture. Most likely a thanks without words.

Now they had another job, the patrolling one, and the Guild Girl instructed them on where to go. "Too much energy..." He muttered in response to Druid Girls very obvious observation of Archer Girl. They followed the energy bound girl to the meeting point, where she saluted and proclaimed, making him roll his eyes. Humans were so damn strange sometimes. Still he stood next to her with his arms folded across his broad chest. Giving the Captain a dull look while waiting for confirmation and orders.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

I'mma post when I'm conscious. Almost 3am, gonna zonk

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura got slightly annoyed at the lack of helpfulness the Demon King gave him, and even that he assumed that Asura would somehow quit. How did one quit at life aside from suicide?! Still there was some slight help, barely there but it was there. Huffing to himself he turned his attention to Zeiglar. "I didn't stutter, I had options. Probably because I'm human in soul." He stated while shaking his 'head'. "If every monster could do it you would probably have been wiped out by now, but it seems to be only those brought here.

They explained the plants, which got him a bit more observant of his surroundings. It was doubtful they'd find them on the short trek, but still. Honestly he should have started analyzing plants ages ago to avoid being poisoned. Whatever, the Cave comes first. Then more training. Well he was still training, just not by conventional means. His attempt of sensing things made him aware of two other things. That Zen stuff if he remembered how people described it. So not his usual chaotic mind, so not what he wants right now.

Still he kept trying to sense...well energies. People always described the soul as energy, which is why it's supposedly eternal because energy is not made or destroyed or some shit like that. But this was a world of magic, so mana was most definitely around since Ardur just meditated and got the stuff. The magical energy shouldn't be to abundant in the Cave though since all the mana crystals had been absorbed by the core.

Trent handed him a lit torch and the group got moving. Asura holding the torch as high as he could without losing his grip on it or making the pseudopod to thin and letting it fall. Basically the torch was up a good six feet from the ground to provide a good bit of light around them.

The System decided to let the party know that they were now in the Cave. Oooo spooky. System add Trent to Party. He thought while trying to sense the spirits of the dead in the cave. It was doubtful, but it could happen! Trent spoke, drawing Asura's attention. "The World's Echo?" He asked just as the glowing ghost wisps floated into view, and the hiss of a rat rung from the darkness.

The rat lunged, but Asura had dealt with enough of the rodents to be fed up with them. He Smashed a Hardened pseudopod as hard as he could into its face to attempt to pulp its brain with its skull. It wouldn't be the first time, and undead tended to be slower than the living. Why was that? Aside from rigor mortis.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter paid attention to Druid Girl when she started to explain things. He nodded along to let her know he was paying attention as she told him how they were supposed to do reports. "That seems like a long process...I'm surprised they don't just take written reports for small jobs and verbal for big ones." He said as they walked. Her expression before her explanation though had got him curious, did she think he was a veteran or something because he knew how to handle dead critters and how to fight boars?

"Boars are common in swamps and not a lot of good wood for fires is available." He said to her, letting her know how he knew how to do the things he had been doing. Mushrooms and vegetation were plentiful in swamp areas, also boars liked to wallow in muck on hot days.

His ears flicked at the new nickname, but this one didn't bother him. It wasn't purposefully cutesy like 'lizzie-poo'. The Archer girl got a dejected look, had she failed before? Her self cheek slapping got a rather confused blink before he just shook his head. Humans, so damn weird. "My blunt manner and my kind not being common outside of the swamps is what earns me their 'funny looks'. You smelled like a sewer..." He said, was that a little joking jab from the serious one? Possibly, and if asked he'd never let them know!

The Archer Girl did ask a good question, which got him to look at Druid Girl as well while the group walked with no rush.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The Archer was apparently energized, and Druid Girl offered to braid all that hair. The joys of being hairless, no braids, no shaving, no having to take care of something extra! Gotta save up those copper pieces. Druid Girl awwwed when he nixed the lizzie-poo which earned her an eye roll. The Archer was trying her best not to laugh it seemed. Humans were so strange. Still the group started to get up and break 'camp'. His tail thumped to the ground and casually swept the coals and heated rocks into the stream. Only a black smear on the ground was evidence that they had been there.

Stretching his back, and eliciting a few loud cracks, he started to move with the girls back into town. He reached back and pulled the slightly bloodstained letter of accomplishment out of his satchel. He could have zipped ahead but he stayed with the girls, he didn't want them to think he'd take the whole reward. He was mainly a fighter, not a thief.

"Have either of you ever given a report before?" He questioned as they walked along. It didn't sound hard, but how detailed were you supposed to get? Was it verbal, paper, or both? It felt like the Guild didn't explain everything, probably assumed their porcelains would die at every turn.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura 'tilted' his 'head', which was really just making his blob self lopsided as Zieglar spoke. "I got to pick from about four evolution options. Adult Slime, Giant Slime, Amorphous Slime, and Metallic Slime." The red goo being said before shrugging. "Got to a certain point, something spoke, gave me the options probably based on my skills, and evolved into this. It's probably because I have a human soul in a monster body so natural evolution doesn't factor in except as a sidenote?" He said and guessed.

The knight went on to talk about how to fight spirits and how their existence was a counter to themselves. He could just make them waste their mana and they'd eventually dissipate? Also they weren't immune to physical attacks, they just didn't do a hell of a lot of damage. The problem would being able to see it, unless it manifested like the ghost wisps. He did have the potential to get Spiritual Awareness, but how did one train that? He wasn't a psychic...but this world kind of threw everything he knew before out the damned window. But he didn't want to deal with magic damn it!

Sighing mentally he focused on trying to detect what couldn't be seen with normal eyes. He had the benefit of not having true eyes to begin with, so his body was easier to adjust. He didn't have any mana left after recharging the crystal anyways so he kept that out of it. How did one experience supernatural phenomena in a world of magic and few undead? Probably needing demonic or angelic contact as well, but he wasn't the praying sort.

Hm...System contact Demon King. Oi, how do you train spiritual Awareness. You brought me into this damned world you can give me a helping hand on some things! He thought, even trying to think the thought so hard as to make it reach the Demon King. It was highly doubtful it'd work, but it never hurt to try and send a message.

Asura 'blinked' when Zieglar mentioned other plants. "You're acting like I know what the hell a kilm blossom is or a cushiwog shroom is. We've been outside that cave for a day and I don't have real Analyze Skills." He growled out grumpily. But he still had two herbs in reserve. At this point they probably wouldn't heal him to full, but they'd heal him enough. Never mind the fast he had his defenses to mitigate a lot of damage.

Trent mentioned potions, but they'd probably make them sick. Probably due to an overdose, maybe Iron Gullet would mitigate that? Either way it was emergency reserves unless the boy got his ass whooped. "If it looks like we'll need potions, probably best to retreat and try again later. There's only so many corpses to work with after all, and I never left any behind." He explained as the humans started to explain Transformation and Evolution to Ardur.

While they walked and talked Asura kept trying to 'see' spirits. Was it tied to one of the classic five senses? Or did he need that special sixth sense? When they arrived the state of the cavern mouth was different. Splinters, fucked up trees, blood trails, tufts of fur and such. Asura acted like a steam cleaner, going along the blood trails and sucking it all up since it was still fairly fresh. No point wasting nutrients and fluids!

Zieglar gave Trent a pep talk and a little god guide you, Asura looked at the pair. Trent went about making a plan of how they should travel in the cave. "We need a torch. It's fucking dark in there and the vent holes in the ceiling are plugged up." He stated while holding out one of numerous pseudopods. "I can hold it and everyone else can keep their hands free since I technically have more 'hands'." He continued, each pseudopod developing a basic three digit hand appearance.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter listened to the girls talk around the small fire as he swam around. Making sure he was good and clean, well as clean as cold water could make someone. The Archer Girl was now dressed and drying while the Druid began to disrobe. He didn't even bother looking at her chest, the girls were pleasant to look at but it wasn't mating season. He rose up and began to leave the water, the water sloughing off his water-resistant scales.

Once out of the water he went to his little pack and pulled out a cloth. Whipping it and twisting it he had a new and dry loincloth. Turning away the girls would only see his back as he changed loincloths. The soaked cloth was unfurled and laid on a flat rock next to the flames. "I'd appreciate not being called lizzie-poo." He stated, he knew she was doing it in fun but he didn't want it to stick.

His brush was banged against his thigh, shaking the water from the boar bristle brush before it was slipped back into his satchel. He was drying faster than the Archer since his scales didn't absorb water or cling to hair. So he was getting dressed, pulling on his leather clothing and buckler and such until he looked fighting ready. He pulled his beastly knife out to check its edge before sliding it back into its sheathe.

"So turn in the paper and potentially get the patrolling job? Or would you two like to rest for the night and take on something potentially better tomorrow?" He asked while his emerald colored eyes looked the two over. He clearly wouldn't push them, doing a job exhausted led to disaster after all.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter stretched his arms out with twin loud cracks from his shoulders as the girls talked about the Druid Girls druidic Teacher. It was settled that they'd dip in the river, so while they moved out the large reptilian man pulled a brush out of his satchel. It looked like something someone would use on a horse to get dirt and grime from their fur. The Archer Girl led the way since she had apparently been there before. Which got a thought to come to the forefront, she had bathed here to get rid of the sewer smell. Luckily it was moving water, humans didn't want to dip in that.

Once they got to the shore the Archer immediately began to strip down to nothing. He had expected her to stop at her smallclothes but she had ether no shame or no fucks to give. Shrugging he began to work off his own clothing while the Druid gathered dead twigs, branches, and fibers to make a fire with. It took him a little bit to get his clothes off, except he kept his loincloth on. He didn't feel like scaring the girls.

Druid mentioned she didn't have flint and steel, Archer girl had at this point mentioned a fire, which got him to look at Druid. "Should always carry a flint and steel." He said before reaching into his satchel again. A smooth gray stone and his massive knife were retrieved while his tail moved around what she had gathered. A bundle of dry grass and bark were made into a little pile. Swamps made fire difficult to start due to the wetness but not impossible.

Striking the flint with the back of his blade the sparks showered the dry kindling, lighting it up quick enough thanks to the grass. These small movements alone got the muscles in his arms and back to dance under his crimson scales. He moved the small flame ball into the stone ring before snapping twigs and setting them on it. The dry wood and bark was catching quickly, soon he was putting larger pieces on. "If you want it to last longer you'll need green wood. Preferably not pine, pine smokes horribly." He explained before standing up. Just that simple movement made the muscles of his ripple dramatically. Maybe he was putting a show on for the girls? Doubtful.

Without further adieu he strode into the water with his brush in hand. Once fully submerged he began to scrub away at himself, scratching off drying and dried blood. Bits of gore pulp floated lazily away to get devoured by hungry fish further downstream. The joys of having a tail, one could scrub their own back without a long handle. He was going to be a while thanks to his scales though. The stream got murky a little away from where he had vanished into it only to vanish with the flow. Rising up, the top of his head breaking the surface, he idly swam about a little to make sure he was fully clean. He looked much like an alligator like this. A big red gator.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lizard Fighter shook his head as the Archer yelled after the boars before he returned his attention to the Druid Girl. "Having free meat is better than paying for it, and the hides could have been useful. Never mind the Experience boost we could have gotten from them." He replied while working. Another heave and another corpse was put up on the high ground for the girls. Both of who thanked him for the unspoken idea. Although the Druid Girl had to make a little nickname for him.

He didn't react to their thanks, nor the nickname. His ears flicked towards the lone guard who laughed, but other than that made no show that he acknowledged anything while he single-mindedly slung corpses up. He continued like this for hours, slogging his way along and leaving behind dull bloodstained and grimy dirt. They weren't paid to repair the palisade so he left the blunted spikes or broken ones, be. He didn't need to break any of them, just ripping the large corpses into pieces with flexes of those thickly muscled arms.

Soon, via small time skip, the sky turned to the colors of a sunset. The guard spoke up, congratulating them on a job well done. This was what finally got the lizard to climb up and out of the ditch. Any patches of him that hadn't been red were now from blood. He flicked a chunk of entrails off his shoulder before he was handed a piece of parchment that indicated that they completed the job and got payment.

The girls talked about rinsing off. "A stream will do, we don't have a lot of money to spend on something as luxurious as a hot bath. He said as he tucked the piece of paper into his bag. He pulled a rag out, it had seen better days, and wiped a portion of the blood and gunk from his body before it dried. That poor piece of cloth was stained deep red with tints of green and was launched into the pyre. It had seen its final use and discarded.

"So a rinse, turn in the paper, potentially do a second job if everyone is willing?" He questioned to confirm what they would be doing. The group honestly hadn't even decided to be a party, they just did one job together.