Majoraa

Galar Gym Leader Roleplay!

Hhhhhhrrrrgh im already in 4 rps I dont wanna overstackkk

Gonna keep an eye on this for now!

[GAME] Let's Build a Dungeon

>Mechanical Masterminds

Symphony of Espers

"God help us all."
Current Location: Precinct #11

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13 | Male | Gemini | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
Eddy | Pistol, Medical Supplies
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

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

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 750

One by one the rest of the agents arrived on the rooftop. The Timekeeper nodded to them in greeting, then turning his attention back into the sky. It probably wasn't a surprise Dr. Moller and Binky were going to be late. He could only hope they last until they arrive. Minutes gone by and no sign of their target so far. Uncontent with simply sitting there doing nothing, the boy let Eddy out of his pocket, resting him in his free hand.

Eddy tried to shake the rain dropplets off him, appearing unamused. "This Diver guy sure is taking his sweet time..." The puppet glanced around, then back at Fable. "Think we had time to get an umbrella?"

The boy in turn rose a brow at him. "What? Worried the blood's gonna leave a stain?" He asked him.

Eddy snorted. "Look at yourself, kid! I'm surprised you're not shortcircuiting with how drenched we got." He responded in a snicker. Fable sighed.

"We have other things to worry about, Ed. We wouldn't have time to run to a store that happened to sell umbrellas, much less one that hasn't scrammed cause of this shit. Once we're through here, I'll see about getting any blood off you, alright?" He reassured him, then going back to keeping an eye on the sky without another word. Yet his thoughts seemed to wander. Lydia's life was on the line here, as far as he knew, but he couldn't help worry about his parents too. Fable frowned. "I hope they're somewhere safe..." He muttered to no one. He'll have to come up with an excuse if his family was looking for him right now.

Eddy noticed the boy's change in mood, and with an empathic frown opened his mouth to offer some reassurances. But then something caught his eye across the street. The puppet scowled towards him. "We got company."

Finn's heart dropped once he looked up to who just so happened to drop by.

Justin was here.

Why?

Betty was here.

Why here?! Why NOW?!?

As if things were bad enough!

Finn couldn't help trembling under Betty's scornful glare. He couldn't help it, cause Baphomet wasn't the only demon he feared. It took a bit of will not to look back to the last time he tried to fight Betty, lest he be petrified. The other lady. She must be Pac-A-Fist. Don't tell me she got turned too...? Didn't Binky say espers can resist that brainwash crap?! God, whatever the case was, this only fueled his need, no, desire to bash that cocky grin of Justin's into the pavement. And oh, how his words gratted on the boy's ears. And how he held the two girls, victims close to him as if flaunting undeserved trophies.

He planned all of this.

He planned all of this!!!

Whatever fear that threatened to creep up on Finn faded in an instant. He stopped trembling. If he wasn't truely angry back then...

He was absolutely fucking livid now.

"You detestible son of a bitch, THEY'RE NOT YOURS!!" Finn barked back at Justin, as if Betty and Pac-A-Fist weren't even there. Archs of lighting began to crackle through his body in rage. "So this is it then?! You go into hiding like a pathetic coward until something capable of GENOCIDE rears it's ugly ass, then decide to pop up again, showing off your kidnapees in front of us as if you already WON?! AS IF, JACKASS! To kidnap an innocent girl, innocent PEOPLE is one thing, but her?!" He pointed to Pac-A-Fist, the shook his head in disgust. "You must really have a deathwish... But that's not all the shit you've pulled is there, you sick freak?! The renown from ripping your head off and mounting it on a fence, from behing a hero doesn't matter anymore! I'll kill you even if I have to turn this shithole city on it's head!!"

"We just need to hold out until the boss gets here, no doubt other espers are going to fight the Diver too! Divide the workload, make sure no one gets overwhelmed!" Eddy called out as he and Finn got into a battle-ready stance. And just in time too. The Diver's first spell was set in motion.

...Was that a hint of depravity in the young boy's furious eyes?

World of Light

Level: 3
Experience: 5/30
Currently In: Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine
Word Count: 396 (+1 Exp)
Albedo @Lugubrious, Prisoner @XoXKieroBombXoX

Bones. Again? As Prisoner and Albedo delt with blocking off the cave entrance, Frisk, in dumbfoundment stared down at the arrows she obtained. Sure, they are more practical than the pile of mangled bones that sat in her inventory, but still. Weird concidering who she's friends with. Hopefully Papyrus was doing okay back in Snowdin...

With that being said, the only thing to do now was keep going. And the inside of Dragonspine was much different than the the outside they've been climbing. The woman couldn't help her awe as she glanced around. Frisk knelt down for a moment to get a better look at the blue flowers that decorated the ground, but dared not to pick them. She didn't want to ruin what beauty the cavern held. Sure, there was some robotic guys they'd have to avoid disturbing, but they can atleast avoid those idiots. The hints of seismic activity either meant the Goblins were recent, or the source itself. Either way they'd have to be careful.

As Albedo continued leading the way forward, Frisk idly and quietly looked around some more. She suddenly stopped walking. The reverberation that reached her ears pained her heart, but where was it's source? She made her way over to the edge of their path, and after a moment, saw what it was. A Spheal. An injured Spheal. A quiet gasp escaped Frisk's throat once she saw how wounded it truely was.

"W-Wait!" She whisper-yelled to her teammates. The woman quickly looked around for any means she could reach the poor Pokemon and spotted a slope. She hurried down it, yet carefully approached the Spheal, not wanting to scare it. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you..." Frisk gently reassured it as she approached. Once it was in arm's reach, she carefully scooped it up, cradling it in her arms like a mother would their child whilst keeping in mind it's wound. "Oh, you poor thing... The bad machines did this to you, didn't they?" She cooed with a remorseful frown, climbing back up the slope to regroup with the other two. "It'll be alright now. I'll make sure they don't lay a hand on you again."

When Frisk appeared again, the Alchemist and the Prisoner could see her carrying the wounded Pokemon in her arms. Her frown remained. "I-I couldn't leave them alone..." Was all she could say.

Grimoiric Heart

Remind me, Aladdin's concidered a fable, right?

What about something like Sherlock Holmes, or Arséne Lupin? Could also figure out a Alice in Wonderland grimore, but I'm just spitballing for now.

Yes they'll most likely be an alter too.

Grimoiric Heart

Kinda went creative with this post. But it is a post.

Grimoiric Heart

"Wait what- Woahhey!" Lupin's arms instinctively shot out to catch Stripes, essentially carrying her bridal style. Not exactly what she was expecting, she assumed she'd be giving her a piggyback ride like last time. The wolf girl blinked away her initial surprise. "No worries. Just make sure to hold on tight, yeah? I know cats land on their feet, but I wanna make sure you don't slip out." She told the tabby, one corner of her mouth quirking up into a smirk. With no futher delay Lupin ran after Ozma and her broom, soon breaking into a full-on sprint.

With the combined might of experienced hunters, animalistic or otherwise, plus whatever parkouring experience she gained before arriving to London made it easy to run to and fro, across and up the many rooftops on their way. Even if she had to climb up a few buildings with one hand, she could carry Stripes in the other with ease. Soon enough, the group arrived at their destination; an abandoned mall, reclaimed by nature. Lupin helped Stripes back down to her feet as Ozma blocked the outside off with a barrier.

Or really, perhaps it was to keep something in.

Ozma explained what the deal is to everyone. Apparently Pageless were following them, lured into their soon-to-be battlefield. Lupin could only assume she was too focused on keeping up with the Crimson Comet to notice. More importantly, they were hunting someone. Someone apparently some of them ran into before. Whoever it was must be dangerous if this patrol was kept under wraps.

She wouldn't have time to think on it. The Pageless were ready to attack.

A knife shot out, whizzing passed Ozma's head and nailing the monstrous chameleon into the wall. With Stripes sniping their adversaries above ground, that left Lupin to rain hell in a dance of silver blades. The Pageless nearing her lept in to attack, to which she juggled between melee attacks and ranged for any that knew better than to approach. Of course, she made sure to aim right. Unlike her partner her knives didn't have a damn autoaim function, and the last thing she needed was to accidentally hurt an ally.

Seeing Maria remained untransformed did make her feel concered for the other blonde...UNTIL she slammed a Pageless to the pavement with surprising strength, killing it instantly. "Damn, okay!" She really had to remember not to make an enemy out of her. If she had that kind of strength untransformed, who knows what the teacher was capable of otherwise!

A couple of Pageless tried to sneak up on Stripes, while Lupin's back was turned. Unfortunate she could hear where they were coming from. She spun around and threw a row of knifes up above the both of them, striking the creatures dead in the center of their bodies. Her hood fell back to reveal her ears. "Keep it up, I got your back!" She told her, actively listening out for Pageless still hidden out of sight.

World of Light

Omori Meets with Miss Fortune

Word Count: 4106 (+5)

For the most part, Omori remained quiet during the meeting. Most of it was catching everyone up on how other teams were doing, and what had happened elsewhere. But he made sure to listen close, telepathic communication or not. What became of Dead Zone; Even he can imagine what resides there from the name alone, was a bit concerning, but will be worried about later when they have a means of not getting reduced to ash and bone. The young boy shut his eyes for a moment, but he didn't fall asleep. He didn't really answer for suggestions on where to go either.

Dystopiascape did seem interesting though, but it wasn't like he was against going anywhere else. They'd have to wait on Yellow Team first to do anything it seems. ...Hm. So they'll be practice-fighting each other? Omori didn't react much when he and Cerberus weren't a part of the match up, but the offer was still there. He brought a hand up to his chin in thought. Then decided against participating with a shake of his head. "Maybe when I'm stronger. Wouldn't be fair otherwise." He told Mewtwo. But it wouldn't hurt to watch, see how the rest fair in battle.

So he joined those spectating the fight between Susie and Nadia first. It seemed normal enough...wait, never mind, the cat lady's using her own head as a projectile. Admittedly, not something Omori expected. The pink-haired robot was doing well too! Torn tendons and muscles regenerated against bombs and blasters, the bridge got blown up, and somehow Susie's attempt to charge her blaster took too long. He wouldn't admit it outright, but anyone could tell he was getting engrossed in it. Susie slammed Nadia against the remnants of the bridge, but the latter recovered with a cocky grin! Oh crap, that's gotta leave a mark, she had practically obliterated Susie in a game-winning combo! Didn't even stand a chance!

...Maybe he had the right idea in not participating.

Omori could spot the two fighters appearing in the plaza again. The young boy, less hesitant than last time, followed after Nadia.

The feral seemed to be riding high after her win, making her way back from the plaza of arches to Ark Mall with some pep in her step. And why not? Even if her opponent came to the fight a little under-equipped in terms of technology or power, she presented a fresh challenge that Nadia managed to overcome with style. Plus, small-scale, more personal fights like that one were her specialty. After all her struggles against big, powerful monsters lately, and the violent bar brawl back in the thieves' den in Limsa, a sporting duel turned out to be a much-needed breath of fresh air.

Once back on the ground floor of the multi-level complex, she meandered through the open space a little, not quite sure what to do with herself. While Mewtwo requested that all the Seekers engage themselves in some warm-up fights, it did not specify what to do after. A quick look around didn't turn up any of Nadia's comrades, either. She considered heading back to the Garfront Center, but knew how long it might be before Yellow Team's transcontinental train rides would turn up a suitable location to send her off to, and just lazing around that place as she waited sounded pretty boring. Maybe Mewtwo meant for the Seekers to keep cycling through matches until the call to action came? Nadia scratched her neck, thinking. Nah, he'd've definitely said so.

Footsteps behind her made one of her ears twitch, and her head turned to see a young boy following in her footsteps. His familiar apathetic expression and distinctive monochromatic color scheme gave him a gloomy air that she recognized. Twice now she'd spotted him in her vicinity, noticeable but easy to forget, like the passing shadow of a bird in flight. In the Argentum Trade Guild he'd been just one more stranger in a massive and fast-moving crowd, and in the Garfont Center her attention had been elsewhere, but now here he stood out in the open, with some kind of interest in her. Nadia flashed him a friendly smile. If he felt as down as he looked, maybe she could cheer him up! Few things made her happier than bringing a smile to a kid's face, whether that meant playing with them, doing tricks, or giving out the occasional treat. She turned around and crouched down, her tail curled around her feet.

"Hey there li'l buddy!" she greeted him, leaning with her forearms rested on her knees. "My name's Nadia, but everyone calls me Miss Fortune. Purr-leased to meetcha! What's your name?"

Ah, he was slightly hoping to walk up next to her before she noticed him. Probably would be less awkward that way. Thank goodness she didn't bear any ill will, if that smile was something to go by. As Nadia stopped and crouched down to the smaller boy's level, he took note of her scars. Right, her skin seemed to break apart as it stretched out.

"I'm Omori. Nice to meet you, Miss Nadia." Puns aside, he formally introduced himself, deciding to go ahead and break the ice a little. "You both did good out there, I was watching the whole match. How're you able to do that, using your own head and stuff to fight without...you know...?" He asked her, a hint of curiosity weaved into his usual neutral tone.

"Oh, you were?" Nadia sounded a little surprised. She did remember a couple Miis around the archway after her match with Susie concluded, but they didn't say anything to her and she didn't pay them any mind. Even after seeing the people spectate Diddy Kong and R.O.B., she'd totally forgotten such a feature existed whilst absorbed in her own battle. Maybe newbies didn't draw a crowd. If so, that just made Omori's viewership all the more special! "Well thanks! I hope I looked cool out there, heheh." She tilted her head as she considered how to answer his next question. "Well...it's a long and honestly, pretty painful story. Suffice to say, I can't die, so whenever I come apart, every bit o' me's still alive and kickin'." She shrugged as if to say that's life. "If ya think that's weird, I betcha haven't gotten out much! Some of the stuff I've seen on this trip so far makes my whole thing look paws-itively tame."

She held up her hands as double finger guns. "Speakin' of which, I saw ya at the meetin' earlier. were ya thinkin' of comin' along with us?"

The boy nodded. "There are people out there I need to protect." He explained. He then turned his attention to his sole weapon, holding it out in front of him to where the shiny blade acted as a reflection. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips. "But I'm not used to fighting alone. That thing that dragged us here seemed to have weakened me too. I need time to bounce back."

For a moment the sudden appearance of Omori's knife left Nadia in a state of mild concern, but it turned out to be more of an accessory to his contemplation than anything. "Haha, yeah," she told him, totally not nervous at all. "Everything's, y'know, topsy-turvy and all. It can be pretty dangerous out there, so take all the time ya need, 'kay?" She stood up, swishing her fish tail, and put her hands on her hips. "Hey, have ya had breakfast today already? Ya look like ya could use a good pancake, my treat. I was at this place earlier, just loaded 'em up with strawberries, cream, and chocolate. Sound any good?"

Of course, Nadia's reaction to the sudden knife didn't go unnoticed. It was a bit jarring, seeing a kid wielding a knife. "Ah, sorry." Omori apologized, twirling the knife in one hand before pocketing his weapon. "Didn't mean to startle you."

She then, surprisingly, offered to treat him to breakfast. His eyes widened slightly. He was going to answer, when the growl of his own stomach beat him to the punch. "Right, that...does sounds good right now." Omori decided to take her up on the offer with a genuine smile.

The feral's heart soared; she couldn't have kept a straight face even if she wanted to. "Sweet! Walk this way, then."

She set off in a silly walk toward the Ark Mall spiral staircase, from which a number of bridges extended at the different landings to provide easy access to the multi-tiered gallery's floors. Planning to retrace the steps that took her to Pancake Bar that morning, Nadia didn't need to pay too much attention to where she was going, so when she gave up her silly walk to start the climb upstairs she sparked up another conversation.

"So, what's the coolest thing ya seen since ya showed up in the World of Light?" she asked. "For me, it's gotta be the Luma Pools. Way up on the western shore, it's this huge jungle fulla pink grass and leaves, and diamond-blue water so sparklin' and clear you could see right to the bottom! The reef out in the shallows by Limsa were great, but the Pools were the stuff of dreams." She sighed as she recalled the tranquil paradise, so soothing to her soul after the horrors of war. "How 'bout you?"

"Dunno." The monochrome youth shrugged, taking in his surrounding while keeping up with Nadia's pace. "I've just been staying in Limsa for the most part. Although, I did think the trade guild ship was pretty cool. Don't think I traveled through the Luma Pools either, but they do sound neat."

After a moment of thinking, he spoke up again. "Then again, Limsa's not the only town I've visited. Dirtmouth, I think it was called. It's sort of a quiet town, but that's cause the residents take most of their time exploring the depths of the nearby chasm. That's what one of the elders explained to me." He recalled to the feral. "I decided to have a look myself, but didn't risk going too deep in. There's only so much you can do with a knife and your wits. Especially when you're having to fend off bandits." Omori shook his head in disdain.

Nadia nodded as she internalized the new names. "Smart kid. Fights are more dangerous than ever in this world 'cause guys under the influence can't back down from a fight." Omori didn't paint a very vivid picture of his experiences, but she didn't need him to wax poetic to understand that he'd been through some hardship. Hopefully nothing to the degree that she did as a kitten, but who knew. "I sure hope we don't go underground anytime soon. I'm good with green grass and blue skies for a while!"

Once up the stairs, a short trip across the catwalk brought the pair to the third floor. The highest of the lower tiers, it featured some room out in front of the rows of businesses and facilities that made for decent atmosphere. Already the ovens at Monas' Pizza were beginning to heat up in preparation for the lunch rush, which nowadays were busier than ever thanks to the employment of a new and very popular Mona to replace the Mona that went off with the Phantom Thieves. Industrious noise -and sometimes fumes- wafted over from the workshop, the apothecary Sophie's Cauldron, and Prince Fleaswallow the frog's Flea Market. Nadia, however, set her sights on the humble but aromatic Pancake Bar. When she approached, the owner and cook -a jovial man whose toque rested on a fully receded hairline- treated her to a smile. "Well, if it isn't the lovely Ms Fortune! What can I do for you?"

Nadia patted a hand on Omori's shoulder. "Actually, I wanted to get this guy somethin'!" In front of the boy stood a wide array of plastic bins full of topping, almost too many to choose from. "Whatcha think, Omori?"

"I can even cook certain things inside the pancakes," the owner said with a wink as he flipped a pancake, not even bothering to look. "Chocolate chips, for example!"

Woah.

He didn't react much this time, but they could tell there was a glimmer of intrigue in his eye. The youth would have to choose carefully, any combination can be a gamble when it comes to taste and texture. And he could order toppings IN the pancakes?! The possibilities could be endless! After a moment of concidering his options, he decided to go for a drizzle of chocolate syrup, lightly sprinkled with powdered sugar and topped with a mix of fresh berries. He did also concider whipped cream, but he didn't want to go too overboard.

"Yessir!" the owner cheerfully replied. "You're third in line, so I'll have that out for you in a few minutes, soon as I'm caught up."

Nadia paid for the pancakes with a couple of the last few gold coins she had on her, which she didn't seem to think twice about. With the order in progress, the feral then headed over to one of the nearby tables to sit down. "So," she began. "Why not tell me a li'l about yourself, kid? If we know your story, we can help keep an eye out for your friends!"

Omori followed behind, sitting across from her. "Not much to say there. I used to live in Whitespace before all this, but I don't remember much else before that. You don't have to imagine what it looks like, it's mostly a void. When I'm not spending time there, I was with my friends in Headspace, which is basically Whitespace's neighbor. More colorful, full of life." He began to explain. Unfortunately he didn't have his map of Headspace on him. Something crossed his mind, and he pulled out the journal he's been keeping notes on enemies on. At the back page was a drawing of himself, but with a group of more colorful people. "The one in the colorful shirt is Kel, and that's his brother Hero. The girl with the bow's Aubrey, and the older girl's Mari. She's my sister." He pointed out each of them to Nadia, then he pointed to the green haired boy wearing a flower crown. "Basil. Something happened, and he went missing before Galeem reached us. We were busy looking for him." He quietly sighed. "I can't vouch for Mari, but Basil doesn't like to fight. The rest of us can atleast defend ourselves, but..." He trailed off.

There was some things he was leaving out, but he didn't want to drag his new acquaintance into something he'd have to deal with himself. "Other than that, my life was pretty normal, I guess. Think I've been stuck in this place for...two months? Give or take?"

Nadia drummed her fingers on the table as she took in the list of names and their corresponding faces. None of them rung a bell. "Well, don't worry yourself too much. As long as ya keep pushin' forward, you'll run into 'em again at some point. Just a matter of time."

The boy simply nodded in response, opting to look through the list of foe facts he's collected so far while waiting.

And speak of the devil, Nadia's ears pivoted again, this time at the sound of distant shouts. She heard 'hey', 'get back here', and 'stop, thief', all exclamations she'd received a fair few of during her own escapades. These yells seemed to be coming from the a level or two above her, however, and with a brow raised Nadia turned her gaze upward. Right away she spotted a familiar kid sprinting along the railing of Ark Mall's fifth floor, her trusty umbrella in one hand and a brilliantly sparkling time piece in the other. In hot pursuit she spotted a man in a yellow superhero costume, complete with the likeness of a beer glass for a helmet, who was not only running at a furious pace despite his portly build but actually catching up to Hat Kid, much to the young one's terror. It looked like she'd already seen Nadia, because as Wonder-Beer tried to grab her, Hatty dove off the fifth-floor railing and sailed down toward the feral, popping her umbrella to break her fall. "Darn it!" Wonder-Beer hollered before gathering himself, and with a 'hup' he vaulted the railing to plummet down after her. As Hatty ran to hide behind Nadia, the Wonderful One hit the ground with a powerful slam, but seeme to be fine.

Red-faced and wheezing, he extended an accusatory finger at the kid peering out from behind Nadia's legs. "H-hey, what's the big idea? This kid yours?" he asked. "She grabbed that hourglass right outta Dr. Shirogane's lab!"

Nadia held up her hands in a placating manner as her tail curled around Hatty protectively. "Whoa there, hold on a sec, dude! Just hear meowt. I'm just a friend of hers, but I'm pretty sure those thing belong to her?" She looked down at the kid, who nodded, then back to Shirogane. "I wasn't on the team at the time, but apparently the boss of the first area knocked her ship outta the sky and scattered those thingies all around the world. They're what her ship uses insteada gas."

"Huh? Y-you sure?" Wonder-Beer scratched his head. "But wait, that means you're...that means she's...part of the hero team?"

Hatty nodded, looking very smug, and Nadia backed her up with a shrug as if to say that's the facts. "If ya don't believe me, just ask Peach!"

"Ugh, well...you coulda said something at least kid, jeez! I get some people have a no-talking thing, but come on..."

...Well then. Luckily Omori didn't need to intervene, probably would've if the beer headed guy continued to harass the poor kid. She looked like she was around his age, maybe younger. As Nadia defused the situation he gave Hat Kid a polite wave. "Hey," Then Wonder-Beer mentioned a no-talking thing. So she's a quiet type too? "I get it, prefering not to talk too much?" He tilted his head to the side. "Wanna stick with us for a bit?"

As Wonder-Beer headed back to Shirogane's new lab, Nadia uncurled her tail and plopped back down in her chair. "Yeah, you could have some pancakes with us! How about it?"

Hatty's eyes lit up. "Ooh!" After stashing her time piece, she ran over to the Pancake Bar's counter to place her order, which she did by mostly by jumping and pointing to the things she wanted.

Nadia smiled. "Lucky I was around to clear that up, huh? Wasn't that dude's outfit hilarious? Goes to show heroes come in all shapes and sizes, whether you've got a six-pack or a good stout." Not expecting Omori to appreciate them, she giggled at her own puns, glad for the sudden infusion of beer-related humor that the encounter with the Wonderful One provided. "That's Hatty, by the way. At least, that's what I call her, 'cause she's never told us her real name. Despite bein' young, that hat's filled to the brim with courage and determination, and she's a real parkour whiz. Always haber-dashing around." Still grinning michievously, she leaned back in her chair. "Just proves that heroes can be pint-sized too, eh?"

Omori nodded again, shutting his eyes in thought. "Sounds like a strong kid. But yeah, I don't know if I'd be able to pull it off like you did. A sudden fight out here in public would be a terrible idea." He looked back to the feral with a faint grimace.

"There's a world of dif-fur-ence between you and me, kid!" Nadia told him. "Don't go lookin' at me like I'm some kind role model. You don't need to be the best, or even my best. Just your best, right? That's all we can ask of ya. It's up to us adults to do the rest." She remembered the pain she and the whole team felt when poor Hatty got bonked during the Orphan fight. The vengeance that followed was a testament to how jealously protective the team was of their little Hat Kid.

"Order up!" the owner of Pancake Bar called, as Hatty ran back over to the table. Nadia jabbed her head in the old guy's direction, gesturing for Omori to go grab his treat while it was hot.

The monochrome youth closed his journal and set it to the side. "Be right back." He said as he got up and walked away to grab his plate of pancakes with both hands, careful not to accidentally spill the delicious-looking breakfast. Almost looked too good to eat.

Almost.

He nodded to the owner in thanks, then walked back to his seat. Soon as he set his plate down he was already in the midst of cutting a slice of the stack out. Once he got down to eating he wouldn't be doing much talking, and Hatty wouldn't be doing much ever, so Nadia figured she might as well give them something to listen to as they ate up. She began to talk about Little Innsmouth, telling all about New Meridian's hard-knock but uniquely flavorful seaside district, of its Dagonian people, and her memories with them. She recounted the sights and smells of its wharves and markets, the lower-level streets that became canals at high tide, visions of coral smokestacks and jellyfish lanterns of colored paper. She spoke of her friends, like Minette the waitress, and Yu-Wan, and all the others. While her reminiscing did its job of filling time, it also served one other purpose. It had been over two months since she last saw her home, most of it spent in ignorance of the world's wrongness, and how long it would be until she could see them again she couldn't say. Telling stories like these, however inexpertly, helped to keep the memories alive. She got into such a groove that she unwittingly continued a few minutes after the kids finished their pancakes, which made for an embarassingly realization afterward.

"Well, hope the food was good at least!" Nadia said sheepishly.

Omori had cleaned himself off with a napkin when he finished his food. He did try his best not to make too much of a mess, but if you looked closely enough you could've see patches of powdered sugar still stuck around his lips. Nonetheless, he listened closely to Nadia's tales. He was used to being an ear for others to chat up and vent too after all. Once she realized she had been rambling for a while, he waved it off with a warm smile. "It was. Thanks for bringing me here, Miss Nadia."

"Mhm!" Hatty echoed, tossing her last strawberry into her mouth.

"You bet!" The feral wore a gentle smile, one that well and truly reached her eyes. "Y'know, we've been here a little bit, I wonder how the mission's going?" She leaned on her elbow to look down over the railing. "Wait, duh, that Mewtwo guy said the other team'd be visitin' a couple train stations, so we probably got plenty-a time." She turned back to the kids. "Anywhere ya wanna go? I'm sure we could find some other fun stuff around this place."

The boy shrugged, ever indifferent, then looked over to Hatty. "You look like you know your way around the place. Got any ideas?" He asked her with a light nudge of his elbow.

"Hmm..." The little girl put a hand to her chin, thinking. Then she snapped her fingers, dabbed her mouth with her napkin, and leaped down from her chair to race down the third floor row toward the stairs. Nadia jumped up, waved at Omori follow them, and took off after Hatty on another new adventure.

Omori pocketed his journal and hurried off after them. He'd probably have to miss some of the other matchups, but he didn't mind in the slightest. Nadia and Hatty seem like cool people, so why not hang out with them for a bit longer?

Symphony of Espers

"Should make sure Eddy doesn't hijack the post banner."
Current Location: Heading to Precinct #11

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13 | Male | Gemini | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
Eddy | Pistol, Medical Supplies
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

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

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 750

"...To a successful operation. Right."

Finn would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, facing something like this. The Crab Rave was one thing, but to have a false godhead able to perform the Ten Plagues of Egypt, as if the heavens decided to bring forth judgement to his home, wasn't exactly something he can fry up alone. And yet, the events beforehand were still fresh in his mind. Ashley and him had to hold off investigating Dante's until they can defeat or drive the Holy Diver off. The boy felt a bit hesitant to be there. What if he screwed up again? What if they failed, because of his foolishness? Maybe he was overthinking again, but an event like this had much more weight than Justin.

The final plague would cause a genocide. Worser still, this meant his own sister was in danger to this...thing.

No. He had to be there. Stoping that fanged bastard is one thing, but this was personal. To many, he'd guess.

The rain began to pick up further once Fritzi's message concluded. The Timekeeper didn't have an umbrella unfortunately, so he simply pulled his hood over his head as he hurried to the precinct. His new puppet would have to stay hidden in his pocket for a little bit longer. Mary had entrusted Eddy to him for extra help in this fight, and he got some new equipment in case he was forced into a corner. All else fails, shoot 'em in the head, right? Maybe this time, things will be different. And it'd be fucking sick if he managed to actually kill this Behemoth too!

Don't get your hopes up.

The Timekeeper hurried inside the building and up to the rooftop to find someone else arrived early. His eyebrows rose. "Oh, hey Mr. Howard!" Despite the grim setting they were in or the fact that the kid was soaked at that point, the robotic esper politely smiled at him. Finn walked up next to him rather quickly, but that certainly isn't cause he saw that he had an umbrella. "Not sure how effective I'll be, but I'll back you guys up the best I can."

World of Light

Level: 3
Experience: 4/30
Currently In: Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine
Word Count: 638 (+1 Exp)
Albedo @Lugubrious, Prisoner @XoXKieroBombXoX

Thank goodness, it worked.

Frisk covered her eyes with an arm at the restorative light, and quietly let out a relieved sigh once she saw her ally had regained his body. Prisoner should be fine enough to finish this search and rescue now, atleast as far as she could tell. They should still grab something for him to ride in when he loses his next body though. She nodded to Albedo in response to his noting the effects, then looked back to the headless warrior, who as expected was confused but nonetheless more aware of the differing area. "I'll explain what I can on the way up." She told him.

The heals didn't stop there too. Turns out, Prisoner had what the woman wanted to look out for, and was willing to let her and the alchemist use it. Right, they took a heavy beating didn't they. "Thanks." Giving him a warm smile she took two swigs of the healing flask, then passed it to Albedo. Frisk lightly tapped her foot against the ground. Good, she won't have to tolerate a broken bone any futher.

Soon enough their treik up continued. Frisk took the moment to catch Prisoner up to speed on things, Galeem, the World they were in, everything she learned from Linkle and then some. "When anyone or thing dies here, their bodies eventually turn to ash. But they leave spirits behind. They're kind of like the souls back in my world, but I'm not sure if anything like that is in where you're from. You can crush them to get new stuff like this," She held up the bow she obtained from the second ambush. Though it's kind of useless without arrows. Maybe once she regains access to the Justice trait, she can work the ranged magic into being a substitute. Frisk put it aside for now, then motioned to herself. "Or fuse with them to get new abilites, asides from a slight cosmetics change. I ended up fusing with Melony's soul- Er, spirit, for example. That's why I ended up older. Even shocked myself, believe it or not." She chuckled. "But her Pokemon, my Pokemon, can't be without their trainer. I can handle how Teba reacts, but for now we have bigger things to worry about."

Looking back, Frisk couldn't help worry about how the others were doing back at the camp. Especially Joel, the poor kid. Hopefully Linkle hadn't lost to her curse yet. After a short moment, she held a hand over her throat. "Man, it's weird talking so much like this..."

Of course, they didn't have to walk far to find more enemies. She found the li'l brrs cute, but made sure to avoid contact with them. The bats and elementals though were a different story. Oddly enough Frisk's demeanor in battle seemed different. More stern, unsparing to the creatures that dared harm her allies. She bore no hesitance in ridding the bats with a hearty Bonk! of Vorpan, while she acted as more as support against the ice elementals; Blocking their cold magic with her own defensive means. She collected a couple of the spirits left in their wake and crushed them in hopes to get some arrows. Or at least something useful. The rest can go to the other two.

And yet...

The twin wolf-demons didn't go unnoticed on Frisk's end. In fact, she kept an active eye on them in case they tried something funny, bearing only a glare at their direction. The trio ended up finding a cave. One Albedo hypothesized her Pokemon could be hiding in. That was enough to get her to act. "We can try and lose our dear stalkers inside. Or at the very least buy us more time to brainstorm a counterattack." She told the alchemist, more than willing to head in.