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Hero of Patience

Northern Latin District, No Man's Land

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This was not a totally unfamiliar situation. Saber was out in the open, exposed to the wrath of the enemy who lay a great distance away. Of course, in this case the enemy was a single Archer rather than an army, but the Knight of Lamentation was worth an army by himself, so the difference was negligible. Saber's expression held a sort of serene concentration as he ran. His warrior's instincts and senses, honed over a lifetime longer than mortality should allow, focused to predict when and how Archer's assault would come. He squinted, trying to get a good look at the bowman's fingers.

"Damn. I won't get to finish my drink."

When he felt the volley approaching, he voiced a lamentation of his own.

Saber crushed the bottle he was holding in his hand, flinging it forward at the same time, sending a shower of finely ground glass and liquor before him. Just as the attack came in the blink of an eye, this debris would hang in the air for the same fraction of a second. When trying to track "something" flying through the air, it was best to have a field of vision obstructed by "nothing". However, in the case of projectiles with the appearance of "nothing", it would be best to have "something" in his line of sight, or at least that was the conclusion Saber had come to since the start of the battle a few moments ago. Indeed, as sure as the sun rose, he saw grains of glass dust and flecks of beer annihilated in midair by the strange vacuums launched from Failnaught. He had given visual representation to the unseen shots, and thus he could track them.

The sheathed Courtain twirled and swatted in its wielder's hand towards each "note" that was played in his direction. He would likely have been unable to match the shots if it had been necessary to strike and parry each one from the air, but Courtain's ability meant that simply grazing a shot with the edge of the scabbard or hilt was enough to disperse the tension of the vacuum and remove all the force with which it flew towards Saber, converting the shots into harmless, stationary air. Ywain's shielding ring had withstood many shots, but in last night's battle it had nonetheless taken the impact of the attacks, pushing the Lion Knight backwards and away from Tristan with each hit. Courtain was a different story, however. All force it met was nullified and absorbed, so running while blocking attacks with it was the same as running through air.

That being the case, each sweep of the scabbard would nullify four or five shots, as Saber moved his weapon with a looseness that should have allowed it to be knocked from his hand the moment it met with a blow, although of course that was impossible. Courtain was able to twirl and move rapidly like a fencing sword parrying light blows, because every blow was infinitely light against the Sword of Mercy.

A rain of glass and booze fell in the spot behind him as he moved on from the attack, not having lost even the slightest bit of momentum. In his low stance with his scabbard forward, the traps ahead, although he was not aware of them, would very likely collide with Courtain before him, being neutralized just like the active shots. If once or twice he felt some invisible force biting into his skin, he would tap the offending area with Courtain without delay. In any case, though, he was no longer running on the path he had been when the traps had been placed. Whether they extended across multiple streets or Tristan had predicted his movements was another matter, but since the redhead knight was no longer directly in front of him, Saber turned diagonally, running over buildings and through courtyards on a path almost parallel with Tristan's, though still one that slowly leaned towards the Seine.

Saber would cross the next bridge he came to and continue taking the most direct route towards Tristan, though it was hard to say if he was catching up. Like him, the Knight of Lamentation wore armour designed for mobility. In any case, the Hero of Patience would keep up a steady pace- not overworking himself to hastily catch his target, but calmly running through the streets, relying on Ywain to close in alongside him for the kill.

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^@KoL@SSW

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Hero of Patience

Northern Latin District, MeetingShooting Place in the Streets

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Saber would have liked to offer Cleo and Sir Noon beers as well, but now it was too late, and he feared they would all be shattered in the coming battle.

“Kill him.”

There was no need for him to acknowledge that order, or say something foolish like 'understood'. If he could not understand such a simple thing, then what kind of Servant would he be? Saber took up a bottle of his own, tucked the pack of the remaining six under his arm, and began to run.

He had a rather long path ahead of him, not to mention he would have to jump over the Seine again. Beer in hand, the Paladin took a few gulps while keeping his eyes trained on Tristan before placing his thumb over the opening to ensure his drink wouldn't spill. He ran low to the ground, with Courtain pointed downward and forwards, the tip near the ground while the hilt lay in front of his face. His movement began while Ywain was still covering the retreat of the magi, and considering the stealthy and indirect approach his comrade chose he would likely fall behind by a fair bit- assuming neither of them faced a barrage of invisible projectiles or anything strange like that.

Ywain had been able to catch Tristan last night, and this Saber was a different sort of fighter from Ywain. He was not a "wall", but a more nimble sort of duellist, and his armour, for the most part, was a flexible padding compared to the plate that the Lion Knight and Knight of Lamentation wore.

The Seine raced into his vision as he rocketed down the street. Would the red-haired bowman respond to his movements before he reached it? Saber's eyes were steely and focused. There were easier attacks in the world to predict than a volley of invisible arrows.

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^{@King Cosmos@KoL@Danchou@SSW}

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Right. I had to deal with a few things but I'm ready to put my focus here again.

So @knifeman and @Lord Orgasmo are in a good place right now, and @MadManMoon is apparently coming along.

Then there are party members who haven't spoken up in a good while. That's @Ambra and @1Charak2.

However, @ItMeGritty and @Aviaire have voiced interest. I'm prepared to welcome you guys in (Gritty has priority due to being first) if the silent players don't return.

Don't worry too much about forming a backstory to mesh with the plot- you'll all be stopping over in a small airport. You could be flying to and from nearly anywhere. Other than that, there are no arrows or anything along those lines, so anyone who wants to begin play with a Stand must be born with it or develop it in a time of trauma.

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Hero of Patience

Northern Latin District, MeetingShooting Place in the Streets

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Saber's vigil under the street lamp came to an end when Sirs Noon and Ywain approached. He smiled at their presence and grabbed by a handle some sort of rectangular box that had been sitting on the ground next to him. Multicoloured cardboard bearing a logo would flash briefly in the moonlight as he waved at the knights, and a slight clinking of glass would reveal its nature: an eight-pack of beer.

"Comrades! Good to see you made it through the night! A thief, though? Did someone make off with some of your things around the time you faced Sir Tristan?"

He patted himself for a moment, as if searching for something that might be missing. He seemed relieved afterwards, though it wasn't like he carried some wallet or key- just his armour and weapons.

That relief was short-lived, though.

The paladin's eyes darted southward as killing intent and magical energy flared towards them. Immediately, he leaped to stand in front of Cleo, summoning Courtain. A sword, shorter than Sauvagine though nonetheless a longsword, appeared in his free hand ready to intercept attacks targeting his Master. Oddly enough, it remained sheathed despite being held forward in a battle-ready position.

When he found that the attacks were coming at Noon, he remained tense. He couldn't expose his Master to this kind of attack, even to save his ally. He could only hope that the miraculous defensive power of Sir Ywain's ring would hold up against Failnaught's strange projectiles as it had last night.

"Master. To safety. Now. I can't act until you're secure. He kept his eyes on the distant Tristan, but reached with his free hand into his eight-pack and extended a beer towards the place where Ywain had secured himself. A small measure of anger had touched the generally jovial expression of this Saber. "Want one, knight? I didn't expect your fellow over there to be partial to that kind of attack, but to each his own I suppose."

He moved as needed in order to stay between the Archer and Cleo for the time being, and spoke to her without looking.

"Now, give me your orders."

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^{@King Cosmos@KoL@Danchou@SSW}

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Room for one more?

@Aviaire

A few of our party haven't been heard from recently. I'll let you know.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

You're right! Good catch, my man.

I'm liking our characters so far.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

@1Charak2@knifeman@Ambra@Lord Orgasmo@MadManMoon Here's the character sheet for applications. Keep in mind we will be in or near the 2000s when writing backstories, and expect more premise information within the day to help with backstory writing.

@Ambra Do you still have a friend interested in playing?

Character Sheet

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: Describe the character, including clothing. A picture in anime or anime-adjacent style also works.

History
A summary of their life up to this point. Should include current lifestyle.

Personality
A paragraph or so ought to do it. I'd like to know both what kind of impression they give off, as well as how they feel deep down.

Abilities
For things beyond using a Stand. Combat skill and other supernatural things can be included and expanded upon here. This section can be removed for people whose only major ability is Stand use.

Stand
Name:
Namesake: The song, artist, or similar that the Stand's name is inspired by. Stands named after anything else may not be approved.
Appearance: How it looks, physical properties.
Personality: Optional. Some Stands speak, or give off certain vibes. Should generally reflect the "inner feelings" of the user. A Stand is more likely to act out or be independent if the user is lying to themselves or not in touch with their true feelings.
Type: Close-range, midrange, remote-controlled, automatic, or something along those lines.

Below are the Stand stats. Rank them from Null~E~A. Infinity is quite special- you shouldn't need it.
Destructive Power: Measure of the Stand's ability to deal damage. Often represents pure physical Strength, but can also refer to something like the size of an explosion created using its ability. Basically accounts for the Stand's "best" method of dealing damage. "Null" is for Stands that can't move or interact physically, "E" is subhuman strength, "D" is the strength of an lazy human, "C" is the strength of a star athlete bordering on superhuman, "B" is superhuman strength, and "A" is beyond that, capable of smashing up trucks and walls without much trouble.
Speed: The speed with which a Stand moves. Can also represent the rate of ability activation for non-physical Stands. Use roughly the same measurements as destructive power in terms of ranking.
Range: The distance a Stand can move from its user, including parts of the Stand like launched projectiles or stickers it leaves on things. "Null" is a Stand that only works within one's body, "E" is 0~2 meters, "D" is 3~5 meters, "C" is 6~12 meters, "B" is 13~40 meters, and "A" is everything beyond that.
Durability: Toughness of the Stand. Use a similar scale to destructive power in terms of ranking.
Precision: Dexterity and eyesight of the Stand. Precision E indicates a Stand where the user can't really use its senses.
Developmental Potential: Possibility of the Stand gaining new techniques or abilities, or transitioning to a new state of being. Approval by me is required to actually make use of this- PM me the new ability you want and I'll judge it, as well as judge if your character has experienced enough and grown as a person. Lower potential indicates someone more experienced with their Stand.

Ability: The meat of any Stand. As you know, this could be nearly anything. Expect a PM from me for workshopping and balancing. Some things that probably won't be accepted include copying/stealing abilities, instant kill/incapacitation, and abilities that instantly learn what other Stands can do or where their users are hiding.

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Painter First, Magus Second

^{Apartment Workshop, Core District}

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This place was found? Despite the fine pieces that shroud it? Fair enough, I suppose.

Hemlock crossed the room, passing between numerous easels covered by cloths, more than there had been last night, arranged in the most pleasing formation he had been able to manage. He was able to detect the opposing pair as they approached the boundary of his building. That being the case, they would see a second-story window swing partially open at their arrival.

"You're shaking, sir." A younger man's voice called down to the elderly Master. "Even so, you're bold to approach a workshop so directly. My Servant will come down there to kill yours, and then you'll be free from all this stress. You'll have no more reason to tremble."

He sounded calm. Not disinterested, but no more than irritated. Was this the "cold blooded murdering magus" Cerzelium had imagined he would meet, then? No. How the old man interpreted him was another matter, but the truth was he was simply focused on other things. The idea that his studio was under threat captured his attention, but since it was simple a duel of Servants there was little chance his art would be harmed. Still, there was no telling how things would end up if things went wrong.

The window closed.

"Attack immediately, Lancer. This isn't a fight where you can get much use from your favoured tactics of retreating and confounding the enemy. Stand strong and defeat that Rider. Use your Noble Phantasm if that's what it takes to get rid of the threat."

He stepped back into the room and stacked together a few key canvases from different easels. Best to be ready if the place had to be abandoned. With that done, he idly picked up a smaller handheld canvas and began a portrait of the magus below. All this was done with greater investment that his words to Cerzelium. There could be no effort or precaution too great when it came to art, after all.

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@Sunglass@Unoedipal@Phonic

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Ooh, I see, I see. A vampire character should be interesting. I'll probably have to disallow the creation of ghouls, or at least the mass creation of them, as that's quite a powerful way to raise an army.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Yeah, Spin is out for now since the way it progresses and gets used in its part is fairly enjoyable and need not be spoiled. Hamon is fine- so far the idea seems to not have a lot of vampires going on so you'd be closer to part 3 Joseph than part 2 Joseph or Jonathan in terms of Hamon usefulness. Not sure what you mean by the other side of Hamon. Healing? Creating tension and manipulating objects?

That's an interesting Stand idea. The ability lets you speak with the dead, essentially? But not just any dead person, as they need to have a song associated with them. Did you mean more like a song that represents a close relationship you had with them, or are you saying you only want to conjure dead musicians and the like?

You guys can go ahead and keep voicing input for the next day or two, before I come out with the official story premise, character sheet, and rules.