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

Sure, give it a go and we'll comment on it.

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Hero of Patience

Along the Seine, Towards the Core

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The chase continued, seemingly with little progress made on either side. The invisible shots came again and again as Saber crossed the river and began leaping from rooftop to rooftop in more or less a straight line towards Archer. Given there was less 'commitment' to the volleys than there had been in the first set of projectiles charged with killing intent, Courtain continued to be an effective 'shield', both deflecting the attacks that came towards him, and remaining in a guarded position that allowed it to passively come between its wielder and the traps that perhaps littered the landscape.

Often, a bottle of beer would shatter into the air, serving the same purpose as before. When the remaining six beers had been used up, Saber threw the box itself over his shoulder to detect attacks curving around behind him, and occasionally made use of things like flower pots from windowsills that would function similarly to the bottles. However, the use of these things became less frequent over time. Even at this distance, with the only communication between them being projectiles, it seemed the Paladin was getting a feel for the Knight of Lamentation's personality. He now understood that Archer's opening move had been a strong one because his attacks thrived on their 'shock value', and just as it had been against Lancer the night before, Saber showed that he was a warrior who never remained mystified by a foe's capabilities. In other words, he was learning and adapting in a way that allowed him to block more and more attacks without a visual aide. If he ended up taking a few scratches for the sake of improving his understanding, then that was just how things would be.

Just as he failed to shorten the distance between himself and Tristan, so too did Tristan fail to lengthen it. If Ywain made no maneuvers to take advantage of Saber's linear run, it would certainly be a drawn-out pursuit. Not that the Hero of Patience would mind such a thing.

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^@KoL@SSW

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

True enough. Seems like you'll have to put a little work in before you can ORA ORA.

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

Yeah, you can fill the last space I'd say. 6 party members should be good, especially if one of them is a sleeping kid.

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

Okay, I like it. I'd probably put together a random table or system based on the child's recent experiences to determine what form it takes each time. It doesn't quite have an 'ability' beyond its behaviour, but a dragon could breathe fire, a robot might have a radar, etc.

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

Alright! Welcome, then. That character idea is interesting, but would limit your ability to make tactical decisions- a very important part of our fights. Perhaps the Stand itself has a mind and personality?

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Dude, Where's my Shining Helmet?

Core District, Outside his Master's Workshop

(Temporary Player Change)

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The golden spear was stopped, avoided, and deflected numerous times. Despite all his guile, it seemed he had been seen through by this Rider who fought without a weapon. Even as the two went at it, clashing spearmanship with martial arts twenty or thirty times in a few instants, both their expressions remained fairly pleasant, and the words they exchanged continued to be honest compliments and friendly provocations. It surely would have made for a mystifying scene if an observer did not know that both men were refraining from releasing powerful crystallized mysteries that would have made their current attacks seem painfully inadequate.

"Ahaha, even if you flatter this old geezer, I'm not going to let you in."

Lancer couldn't be sure exactly how Rider was reacting so easily to each of his moves, but the gist of it seemed to be something like 'future sight'. In that case, his favoured trickery and single-combat moves honed in battle would ultimately be guaranteed to fail, would they not?

If that was the case, he would just put his focus elsewhere. If victory could not be reached through skill, then Hector would turn to his physical superiority to solve the problem at hand. Thus, the possible 'gaps' and 'lapses' Sylvester was searching for would one-by-one begin to shrink and vanish. Hector was a Lancer. The fastest class. As such, Rider's predictions would still inform him of attacks, but now certain difficult decisions would be presented. The gaps in time between the forecasted blows were only getting smaller as the Trojan prince accelerated- if ten strikes are set to land in the same instant, which ones will receive priority from the defender? This was the question posed to Sylvester by Hector's actions.

Then, of course, came the result of clashing one's body with an ancient and unbreakable weapon. Even if Sylvester's guard and perception were invincible, his body was not. When a collision happened, Hector would lean greater force into the spear, in an effort to push his enemy back.

"I haven't pushed my body this hard in a long while. Forgetting about tricks and just lashing out like a brute is kinda relaxing, y'know?"

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^{@Phonic@Unoedipal}

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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.