Luminosity

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*Gently nudges everybody*

Hope your weeks are going well. Mine's been a bit of a rollercoaster.

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There's no reason to associate anything characters say IC with a player's beliefs OOC. If someone is projecting themselves that strongly into their own character, that's... well, not great. If someone believes a character's opinion IC reflects their OOC beliefs, that's also not great. We are not our characters.

I seriously doubt any IC debate would spill into here. Our characters don't seem the type to get heated about this stuff, and you all seem very reasonable and nice to me, too. I wouldn't worry about it.

Edit: I will also try to get a post up later today if I can.

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I totally volunteer Fiona if someone needs to get hit :P Getting a flawless victory would just go right to her head, haha.

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I think mostly the fact that it wasn't set up was what stretched plausibility. My youtube search of Spartacus shield jump found a scene where that maneuver was very much intended by both guys, whereas Nicholas isn't prepared to launch Annalynne. Even though she's light, having a person push their whole weight off a shield while unprepared seems like it could easily mess Nicholas up. Which might be kinda funny and/or dramatic if someone took a hit because of it. The jump would also be really tough to pull off, as Nicholas's shield is probably moving, considering that he's in the middle of a fight.

Just my two cents. I thought the post was fine otherwise.

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Persephone

Location: That one place where you can see the sky...
Interacting With: Sundos

Seph's cheeks reddened slightly at the cleric's compliments. Boro began to lag slightly behind, distracted by something. Absently she gave him a tug to force him into keeping up. "You're not really one for subtlety, are you?" she teased gently, a gleam of amusement in her nearly violet eyes. Sundos seemed really invested in that god of his, Lathander. She wasn't sure he'd gone two sentences without referencing him in some way since she'd come across him. There was nothing wrong with that, Seph supposed. Whatever kept one's spirits up and got them through the day.

"Thank you, though. I don't know if I bless anybody, I'm no priestess. I just do what I can. Same as anybody trying to make a difference, right?" Sure, maybe she had a few more tools at her disposal to help people with, but it wasn't like the other good people in the world were giving less of an effort than she was. She supposed she could be especially cynical about it, and say she just fixed people up because it was work, and often paid for her expenses, but that wasn't entirely true. Even if she did have other reasons for traveling and exploring places far from home, she found purpose in what she did along the way. The act of healing rarely just healed the person with the injury.

"So, enjoying life in the great wide world? I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look a little... uh, green, I guess." She looked for a nicer way to put it, but it hadn't come to her. He practically exuded it, with how enthusiastic he was about his religion and his duties. Seph wondered how long he'd been out and about among all the "normal" people. Not that this group they found themselves in was anything resembling normal.

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Thanks :) Yeah, Fiona basically figures if the giant, burly God-Eater guy didn't hurt the thing by impaling it all the way through the chest, her attacks aren't going to do any better that way. And magic isn't really a go-to weapon for her, though she has doubts if torching the thing would work anyway.

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Posted! Short version can be found by just reading the last little paragraph, lol.

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_Fiona

Unknown Location - 500 HP - 5/6 Stamina

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The sounds of battle erupted around Fiona, clashing of steel on steel, weapons whooshing and whistling through the air, grunts of effort, boots digging for purchase against the cracked earth. Fiona's well-practiced opening attack ended with a dull clang of her enchanted blade against her opponent's club, rebounding her weapon backwards harmlessly away from him. It was a simple instrument her enemy wielded, but also a dangerous one given its weight. Her layer of mail would do little to protect her from it, should she take a direct hit.

Thankfully, her footwork and her decision not to overly commit to the offensive enabled her time enough to react to the faceless brute's retaliation. His club came down swiftly towards her face, and rather than try to block or deflect such a heavy swing, Fiona darted sideways a step, feeling the rush of air that the club through next to her before it thudded heavily into the ground.

Given a bit of space from the fight, she was able to at least partially observe the other events taking place. Ezheia's shout of no had given her pause, and perhaps subconsciously made her second-guess her attack, but it was too late now, with battle already joined. Nicholas was holding up well beside her. Remarkably, the supposed God Eater had impaled his target, but it seemed unaffected, even offering a fierce blow in return. At the same time, the one who'd called herself Senua had managed to kill one of them by beheading it. Fiona took this as evidence that attacks targeting the body were not worth making.

Their faceless enemies were even more unnerving up close, with their gurgles and unnatural moans, and the way they seemed to radiate their excitement. For what, Fiona couldn't say. For violence, the prospect of a fight? For mere existence? Perhaps they believed their opponents hopelessly outmatched, soon to end broken upon the ground? Fiona's curiosity was almost enough to halt her aggression, but only almost. For better or worse, she'd thrown herself into a fight, and would now need to see it to its conclusion, or forfeit her life instead. Despite the startling new environment she found herself in, caught in her first battle against real supernatural horrors, there was a definite sort of familiarity to it all. At its core, this was just what she'd practiced for years: martial combat between two individuals with physical weapons, making judgements, striking, and withdrawing in order to gain the upper hand. When she ignored their grotesque features, she could almost place herself back in the temple, sparring against the other Disciples.

With vigor, she stepped back in towards her club-wielding enemy, taking her blade into both hands and making a strong overhand strike, attacking diagonally downwards at the faceless head before her.

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@icmasticc Hey. I like your new avatar :) Just thought I'd mention that.

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Gah, so excited to see the next round of this.