Majoraa

World of Light

@Lugubrious

Sounds good! Frisk could help them get through Snowdin, if anything.

World of Light

Hey there, Majora. Although I'm not by any means against old players joining anew, I would naturally want to do my part as a GM to improve upon whatever it was that left you dissatisfied last time, and to make sure that you're firing on all cylinders and down to participate for the long haul.

In regards to Save, the idea of being functionally unkillable and having a random amount of downtime until you can participate again is indeed a source of potential frustration. We might envision Save another way; rather than set a checkpoint that Frisk automatically returns to upon death, why not set one that Frisk can consciously return to while alive? Save a checkpoint at a spot, then Load that checkpoint to teleport to that spot, without restoring HP. Just like the Save/Load that's forcibly used on Frisk by another character from that world.

@Lugubrious

Oh no, I was never disatisfied in the slightest! It was just a mix of my attention span and me not thinking through picking Joker. I actually lurked a few times here and saw that you kept him and the Phantom Thieves around for a bit as NPCs. Pretty neat!

And with the mission in The Maw, I was tempted to bring Six back, but decided against it.

The save rework on the other hand sounds good, give me a bit to edit it in!

World of Light

....Hmm.

I'm actually concidering throwing my hat back into here. But I know I gotta resubmit either a new character or Joker again.

So I worked on someone I think will be easier to work with, Frisk!

*You are filled with DETERMINATION

Name: Frisk

Game Origin: Undertale

Appearance: Pictured Above!

Personality: The type of person Frisk can be always varies with each timeline. Though for this one, Frisk is a tried and true pacifist with a heart of gold. They're stubborn yet jovial, with the belief that anyone can be a good person if they try. They're a bit of a jokester thanks to a certain bad influence, caring, and careful.

Despite this, even Frisk knows when to get serious. Due to their nature they'd rather focus on keeping their allies alive than to fight head on, or to stall as much as possible. They're rather quiet, almost to the point of selective mutism, and even they get scared too.

But even if they're scared, they know they have to keep going. They have to stay determined.

Background: Many know the story already. About how humans and monsters once lived in peace, until a war between them condemned the monsters underground with a barrier. Only with the power of seven souls can the barrier be broken. Asgore, the king of the Underground, was only able to claim six.

However a prophecy fortold that the 8th human to fall from the surface would be the one to leave the Underground empty. Whether or not it would be through violence, or if the monsters would finally be free...

That would be Frisk's choice alone.

At some point in time, Frisk stumbled unto the mountain where the monsters were trapped in, Mt. Ebbot. Whether they fell by choice or accident, they made their way through trials not through conflict, but with kindness. No one expected it, but they eventually accepted the child as an ally. Even going as far as intercepting their fight with Asgore before it began.

Though as a certain flower started to take things into his own hands, an otherwordly light engulfed every single one of them. Even Frisk.

The next moment, Frisk was alone. But their determination never wavered. They set off to find their friends, and find a way home.

Specialty: Negotiator

Level: 1
Experience: 0/10

Powers:
Checkpoint: With their determination, Frisk was once able to save, reload, and reset the timeline to their will. But since the rules of other worlds conflicted with their own, their ability to save became a checkpoint. Just have to look out for a golden star.

Any time Frisk saves progress at a checkpoint, they can always reload (or really, teleport) to the last one they visited. However, this doesn't change their condition at the moment of reloading, or restore their HP like it used to.

Strengths:
Determination: Their original soul trait. Not only does it make the checkpoint power available to them, but allows them to adapt into a different soul trait. But no matter what, they'll always be determined.

Agile: Frisk's time in the Underground made them more agile, more experienced in evading enemy attacks. May get some scrapes on the side, but can always come in handy!

LOVE and EXP: Well, the option will always be on the table...

Weaknesses:
Only Human: Despite Frisk's achievements, they're still just a human. Not to mention a kid. They can get stubborn. They can get reckless. They can get themselves killed easily if they're not careful. Not everyone will listen to the whims of a pacifist.

LOVE and EXP: Every time Frisk kills an enemy, they gain EXP. Gain enough EXP, and their LOVE will increase. But they'd never resort to killing, right?? There's gotta be another way to get stronger.

Spirits: None. Not even a Napstablook.

Guest List:
The Underground: Every monster, big or small, that Frisk managed to befriend. With their current predicament, Frisk is keeping an eye out for anyone they may recognize, in hopes that they're alright.

Chara: The first human to fall, and Frisk's guide, even if they weren't aware of it at first. Would Galeem's light even reach the dead?

Kris: Who? Frisk never knew a Kris, but somehow the name seems...familiar.

Inventory:
Stick: It's bark is wore than it's bite.
Bandage: It has already been used many times. Can be unequiped into a healing item. (Heals 10 HP)

I'm kinda unsure about the nerf to their SAVE (aka the Checkpoint power), so if you have any suggestions, I'm open to hear them.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

"Ah, I see..." Justine spoke to Elizabeth with a somewhat disappointed tone, and nodded.
"Very well. I'll see if I can help in some way. Goodbye," she added politely, and left for the cabanas with a heavy heart. Though she knew it wasn't her fault that things had ended up like this, she couldn't help but feel responsible. Her mistress' negotiations seemed to have gone sour, yet she had no way to her. But there was someone she could talk to, and maybe even assist with looking into the missing mirror and the situation around it.

Having reached the cabanas, she knocked on the door.
"Finn? Are you there?" After a moment of silence, she slowly opened the door, and peeked inside, only to discover he was sleeping.
"Hey, now's not the time for a nap! Wake up!"

From his spot next to the aformentioned boy, Oliver gave Justine an unamused look. _{"Can't have shit in Detroit."} He muttered. Though he didn't stop Finn from waking up anyways, ruffling his hair.

"Hm...? Finn sat back up, rubbing any drowsiness out of his eyes. "Guess I passed out. Sorry, Oli." He apologized to the ghost, who simply shurgged in reponse. Then he looked to the one who woke him up. Oh. It was Justine. Oh boy...

Subtly gulping down any dread he felt, he spoke up. "Do I dare ask what happened?"

Justine bit her lip as she averted her eyes, and nervously fiddled with her fingers.
"So you didn't hear the announcement then...The mirror is gone." She grit her teeth.
"There's no doubt that it was stolen."

Finn's eyes widened. "Stolen??" He looked away to think. "So if someone stole it, does that mean we have a case?!" Surprisingly, instead of being angry, there was an excited glimmer in his eyes. But then in realization, he turned to pout at Oliver. "And you were going to make me miss out, you idiot!"

Oliver shrugged again, putting his laptop up. "They've probably already started investigating, Finn. _{Besides you needed a clear head for a while.}" He didn't say anything further, but that wouldn't sway the other boy. Finn shot up from his seat with an excited grin.

"That just means we gotta get there before they hog all of it up, COME ON!" He quickly said, grabbing Oliver's wrist and running out.

...Though just in case, he picked up Justine on the way out as well.

"Ah!" Justine exclaimed upon being picked, a blush on her cheeks.
"I-I can walk there myself!"

Soon enough they were at the crime scene, where most of the party goers have already gathered to inspect the scene. And at the center of it all was the girl most affected by the apparent theft: Mariette.

Mariette and Jelena's appearance in winter-land

Mariette was standing on her own, staring down at the two puddles of water that for some reason were familiar to her. That and the wooden splinter, and the somewhat round, very thin scratch mark on the floor. Water dropping out of the box, forming the two strangely symmetrical puddles that looked familiar.

Jelena's there, too, mostly because the mistress shouldn't be left alone in a time of crisis. Not that the girl with the mechanical limbs could do much to help right now. Jelena noticed the ones approaching and moved to be a good guard, though Mariette wasn't moving and just kept looking at the puddles.

Spotting what seemed to be the center of the crime scene, Finn walked on ahead of Oliver and Justine, the former following behind a bit more slowly. Finn reached into his sleeves to grab a notepad and pen to jot down any clues, only to stop when Jelena barred them from approaching Mariette. "Hm?" The boy looked up, unphased by the metalic girl. "Easy there, I'm not a foe." He reassured them, holding up his notepad. "More or less, we're here to assist with the investigation."

Justine followed behind the boys with a sullen expression, and approached Mariette, briefly exchanging eye-contact with Jelena to acknowledge her role as bodyguard. Once she met with Mariette, she averted her gaze and hitched her breath.
"It seems that nobody can keep their hands for long on that accursed glass." She spoke carefully. "First me, then you, and even Dan. Looks like I won't be getting to play against Freya after all." She paused for a moment. "However...It doesn't change the promise I made you. I'll help you get it back, Mariette...If you'll let me, that is."

‘Heh, you think you'd do better than we did?’ Jelena asked, chuckling to herself. Mariette, though, took the time to look towards them as Justine came over to talk to her. She said nothing as Justine said her peace, and sighed at the end of it. ‘I'll allow it. I'm already risking everything, anyway.’ With that said, she turned to the new arrivals as a group.

‘We had a magical tracker on the mirror. Right after it vanished it briefly showed up in the middle of the Overcity, before vanishing once again. The manner of its disappearance suggests it was taken to a different dimension. If you're able to find anything from your investigation, then I am all ears.’ That'll do for now.

Finn gave Jelena an unamused look. "I used to be an investigator, I know what I'm doing." He calmly explained. Then he turned his attention to Mariette. He wrote down the details she shared as she spoke. Though the mention of the Overcity caught his interest, moreso the possibility that the culprit went further than there.

"Do you have anybody searching the Overcity? Or someone who can hop through dimensions??" He asked. If anything, he can quickly shift there and help. But who of them could pass through dimensions? Amanda and Maribel had pocket dimensions of their own, but how far could they go?

‘Heh. Good luck, then,’ Jelena shrugged and stepped aside. For the next question, Mariette answered.

‘I do. I'm able to open portals between dimensions. I've sent a couple people to investigate at the location,’ she said, summoning Bunny back to her hands since she'd briefly deposited him in a dimensional pocket in the previous excitement.

"That should make things a bit easier then." Finn said with a nod. "Once we get done looking around here I can meet up with the- Hello, what's this?" He paused at the sight of what remained in the mirror's place. A splinter, a scratch mark, symmetrical puddles. Odd combination. But something told him the water was magic in origin.

"Did you have any enemies here besides the obvious? Do you know anyone who specializes in water magic?" He asked, swapping his pen out for a camera to document the strange clue, then swapping back.

‘... I can't recall anything that has to do with water, but I do have an enemy with reason to utterly hate me with the ability to warp instantly past dimensional bounds and could easily have swiped the mirror if she could pinpoint its location,’ Mariette said, turning to look at Justine. ‘I believe Justine should be able to tell you more about her identity and powers.’

When Mariette pointed Justine out, she sighed.
"Are you referring to Sonia? She would be someone who's capable of something like stealing the mirror. But...She wouldn't do that. She'd be painting a target on her back." As she spoke, she looked at the two puddles, her brow furrowed.
"Hmm..." She stepped towards the puddles. She then re-oriented herself so she was standing behind them, one foot behind each puddle, causing her stance to slightly widen.
"...It's...almost like..."

Finn listened carefully as Justine told him about her past servant. Despite her doubts, he still jotted Sonia down as a possible suspect. No stone unturned. Though did she have water magic??

As if in tune with his thoughts, Justine stepped closer to the puddles, then behind. Once she appeared to have realized something, the investigator walked around to stand next to Justine. Was a change of perspective needed?

"Huh. The puddles could've been used to warp into the box, but would it fit a person inside? Nah, they must've used it to grab the mirror." Finn offered up a theory. "But where did the water come from?" He glanced around, there wasn't any leaks or pipes anywhere. Hm.

"...Could there have been something that triggered a spell? An artifact or likewise??" Finn asked.

"The puddles are definitely too small to fit a person inside," Justine answered as she pondered. She lightly stepped on one of the puddles.
"They're only about the size of my foot, give or take a few inches."
She also took a look up, and then at Mariette.
"Do you have any ideas, Mariette?"

‘None,’ Mariette told straight. ‘I know no person who'd bring water by standing there. It would be if they teleported from somewhere with water, but if so, the winter landscape around us makes anyone a potential culprit.’ Oh, and speaking of possible culprits...

‘... Sally of Beacon came by and dropped a coin that was magical just as it happened. She rolled it under the box. It is highly likely she did something. I have a team pursuing her as we speak,’ Mariette continued.

Finn groaned. Of course a Beacon hopeful had a hand in this. He noted Sally as a suspect, as obvious as that may be, then spoke up again.

"I'll have to take a look at this coin. Do you know where Sally went??"

‘Yes. She went here,’ Mariette said, kind of unceremoniously opening a portal next to her into the general area of Sally, where the "hostage situation" was taking place. Of course Mariette had been following that with some tiny portals under her eyepatch.

"Huh." Finn looked into the portal, then nodded to Mariette. "Thanks. Let me or Oli know if anything pops up." He then turned to Justine, and Oliver who's been quietly observing for the most part. Eh, he was more of a forensics guy. Field work was Finn's thing. But just in case, Oliver summoned a clone to help guard the scene.

"Let's go." Finn said, before they stepped through the portal.

Symphony of Espers

"Should really double check the skill descriptions next time."
Current Location: Richter Street

⧫TURN 3⧫

13 | Male | Freelancers | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clockwork Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[Silver Projectile][AoE][Restrain][Paralysis] = - 210 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 246

Since the enemy became singular, Fable didn't have to worry about dividing his attacks. But his prediction seemed to ring true, the paralysis note couldn't stop it's attack. He tightly shut his eyes. As long as he wasn't separated from his instrument, he'd be fine, and he managed to free Aeterna from it's grip in time. The Crab Rave managed to knock him into the air, but the only wound the boy gained was a bruise and a slight ringing in his ears. Eh, could've been worse. He could've been decapitated.

Though as he tried to shake off the vertigo, Fable caught a dreadful glimpse of where he was launched to. The larger crab was prepared to catch and crush him in a single, giant claw. His eyes widened.

Oh Christ-!!

He was going to cast a blink note before he was undoubtedly screwed, but by luck, a couple more espers had arrived to help. One of them being Mary? That was just karma at work. He tumbled a distance after going through the portal, skidding to a halt. "Ow..." Whether it was by the pain of guilt returning or by the pavement scratching at his skin, somehow this was worse than getting punched. He carefully got back up, catching a glimpse of Elroy running on ahead to help the doctor. Wait, wasn't he the guitarist back at the Diner? Guess those two were the only other back up they got.

But something told the boy it'll be enough.

He slightly frowned at Mary seemingly not recognizing him. Whether that's good or bad, hell if he knew. Whatever, he'll get a chance to apologize after they're through with the behemoth! Speak of the crustacean devil, seems it didn't take losing it's prey too well. Part of it divided once it reached into the portal, Fable stepping away from the outpour. It was only a matter of time before the damn things became solid. "Not again..." He sighed. But hey, atleast it's progress.

But he isnt going to waste another damage note.

Before the crabs could reform, Fable fired another bolt at the center of the cluster. Instead of damaging the crabs outright, it instead held them down, arcs of electricity acting as rope. "Dividing and frying them seem to do something!" He'd call out, mostly to Elroy and Mary. The boy did glance at the latter for a split second.

He might need some help.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Thing is, at this point, Maura and most of Cradle had already returned to Penrose. The only ones that hadn't left were Oliver, Finn...

And surprisingly, Elizabeth. So when Justine went searching for Maura, that's who she found instead. "Hey." the tired woman waved. "If you're looking for Maura, she already went back to town with the rest. If you want, I can relay to her that the mirror got taken." She'd wait for justine's answer before telling Maura what happened through magicoms. "Bad news, someone lost their patience and stole the mirror."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, then Maura spoke up. "And we should care because?"

Eliza's eyes widened. "Ma'am, you do realize there's a chance an ally could be screwed without that thing, right?? ....RIGHT????" She could've sworn she heard the other witch roll her eyes.

Maura groaned. "Yes, I'm damn well sure. And I'm also damn well sure they don't need our help anyways, you know how this stupid town is. Look, tell...Justine....she should focus on the tournament. If you really want to help, then let Finn know a crime's been commited." She didn't say anything further, hesitating on addressing Justine by name.

Elizabeth nodded, looking back to Justine. "Guess she gave up on the mirror. She said you should focus on the tournament, and that we probably won't need to involve ourselves. But if you insist, we can also look for Finn and let him know."

...

..

On the other neck of the woods, nay, dimension, Dan's dreadful announcement managed to reach the ears of Oliver. Looking up and over to where the stadium was, the ghost didn't react as strongly as others might have. "....Hm. Sucks to be them I guess." Oliver quietly said with a shrug. Quietly, because even if he managed to overhear it, Finn had fallen asleep next to him, and he didn't want to wake him up abruptly. So Oliver decided to get back on his laptop for the moment.

Symphony of Espers

"Anyone up for a seafood boil after this??"
Current Location: Richter Street

⧫TURN 2⧫

13 | Male | Freelancers | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clockwork Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[Silver Touch][Paralysis][Damage X] = - 150 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 456

His melody managed a hit! "Hahah!!" The boy let out a hyped up cackle, watching the groups of crabs literally loose their footing as they were cooked alive. But it didn't hit all of them, that's when he stepped in. The Timekeeper stabbed through one of the constructs, the weight on his sword signifying that he got several of the crabs. But before he could do anything else, the mini behemoth he attacked grabbed at Aeterna, fusing together with the other into a singular enemy. Great, now he's stuck playing tug-o-war with this thing?!

Fable tried his hardest to pull his weapon back from the behemoth, but compared to the hivemind before him, he was nothing short of a fly. The Crab Rave easily tugged the boy forward. His eyes widened as it prepared to strike!

But then, the boy realized something. He had an idea. But he'd have to act fast, and hope he wouldn't get knocked to the wall too...

The Timekeeper focused on conducting electricity through him and to his weapon, with the full intent of frying the Crab Rave from inside out whilst keeping it in place. If it wasn't enough to stop it from striking him, he'll tighten his grip on his sword and take the hit.

_*Without losing focus on his target, he called out to the doctor. "There has to be a mastermind keeping these things in sync!" He'd theorize. Enemies like this usually had an oddball as leader AND weakpoint. "Keep going, I'll be over to help as soon as I can!!"

_{*...Well, that's only if the wind didn't get knocked out of him.}

Symphony of Espers

"Guilt's a bitch ain't it."
Current Location: Running to...

He ran.

Call him paranoid, call him stupid even. But he ran, no destination in mind but just, anywhere but there. And yet, a tinge of guilt gnawed at his mind. Was...he wrong to assume? Mary had looked to him for comfort, one kid to another, and he pulled a stunt like that?? What was he thinking? No, of course it was okay for him to be sca- suspicious of them! Who the hell waltzes up and portals someone to timbuktu in the middle of their conversation?!

His eyes widened. Oh god, he forgot about Betty!

His running speed started to slow down as he thought of what to do next. He frowned. Is it too late to apologize to Mary? Can he still find out where Betty dissapeared to?? He finally stopped in his tracks. Maybe it wasn't too late! Come on you idiot, run back while you still-

His choice would've been interrupted regardless. He felt the ground shake, causing him to tense up again. Fable looked around to find the source. The source in question being a giant-ass crab of crabs 100 meters from his location and rapidly aproaching, and he appeared to be caught in it's crosshairs! And the smaller parts that made up the Behemoth were...dancing?? Okay not the weirdest thing he's seen but still probs deadly.

Though what surprised him more was someone else trying to fend it off by themselves, narrowly dodging the crab's attacks with grace. He would've thought that was cool if common sense didn't say soloing a boss was a gamble and a deathwish all the same. And what do you do when a boss gives you trouble? You call for support.

Thus Fable received a notification from Shimr. He quickly grabbed his phone to check. Damn, he even forgot the two other factions had put out bounties earlier. He read through the recent one from GEMINI. Crab Rave, Behemoth, Richter Street. The boy gulped down any fears he had. In time to see the behemoth start blasting groups of crabs at his direction. With a yelp, he ducked on instinct. The blasts landed behind him creating smaller constructs of the monster itself that still had the same ill intent as it's original. He was cornered.

Backing away from the minion behemoths behind him, Fable sobered up his thoughts.

Enough running.

Grimore in hand, he reeled his arm in. And once he opened the pocket watch, he casted his arm back out, a flash of light transforming both it and himself instantly.


"Player Two has arrived!"
Current Location: Richter Street
|Objective: Defeat Crab Rave! Make sure to prevent any civilian casualties!|

⧫TURN 1⧫

13 | Male | Freelancers | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clockwork Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[Silver Projectile][AoE][Damage X] = -144 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 606

Now that he had finally transformed, he felt...a little bit better. Standing in place of the meek boy, the Timekeeper took a battle stance. As much as he wanted to go help the doctor lady with the main event, he had to clear through these two idiots first. Who knows, maybe cutting out the pieces will help!

Steady your breathing. Start out small.

Let's hope my aim doesn't suck! He thought, ribbons of electricity flowing across his arm. The mechanical boy then fired a bolt in between the smaller Crab Raves, intenting to catch them both in the attack. Once the projectile hit, the area around them would act akin to a pool of water conducting electricity. Not really as high voltage, but still pretty painful.

If the monsters weren't stalled long, the Timekeeper would follow up, slashing at them with his rapier.

A Journal

Entry No.5 10.27.2021
...Huh. To be honest I forgot I had this. Guess since nothing bad's happened there was no need to continue. That or I had no projects in mind. Well, there's one but it's still on the drawing board. On the plus side I found a place for one of my spare characters! Well, two places. Eh, fits him anyways to be a constant. The others still aren't so lucky.

Well, I'm alive. Neither Reese or Dahlia showed up for awhile. Well I get the latter, she won the bet and got a body back; Probably screwed off to the Abyss somewhere. But-

Hm. Guess it's cause they weren't needed.

...One more year. You're so close. It's almost the end of the year, then it's waiting for your birthday. Better make plans soon, they'll kick you out eventually. Persist. Even if they try to make you paranoid, even if they make you scornful, or afraid of the world. Even if they break your spirit without remorse, or drive you away from here again.

Even if they treat you as if you were a stupid, loud-mouthed, iredeemable nussance. Your low self-esteem speaking for them or not.

And if they resort to something drastic?

Give them hell.

...That being said, I should probably make use of this soon. Not exactly good at fanfiction, especially not writing characters that I don't own. But we can try.

- Jay* (*Concidering change of penname)

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

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