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Fate/Crimson Dusk

Yeah it was overcrowded and abrupt. Plus people were feeling bad because we were running like 3+ different things to detect enemies and search for traps, and still got jumped. So this time around hopefully you can keep in mind when we make perception checks, or send cannon fodder in to test for landmines and whatnot.

Anyway splitting up is usually good. Leaving teammates to guard the base or try different paths through the forest is probably a smart idea.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Kaybernett

Head Office, Clock Tower

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The meeting place was just a hop and a skip away from the duelling grounds, so Jack had the pleasure of an easygoing stroll through the storied halls of the Clock Tower on a sunny afternoon. The paths to different departments of the association were very familiar to him, and the head office was no exception, so he was able to get there more-or-less on time despite his pace.

Jack's suit-jacket had been stained with blood during the process of saving the loser of a violent duel a few minutes ago, and while he wondered if walking into the war meeting looking like that would have helped him seem strong and intimidating, he decided against doing so, tucking the jacket away in his case and resolving to clean it later.

The Meatmaster had met the headmaster before, but the business today was apparently being led by a higher-up named Orson. The name certainly sounded familiar, and as Jack stepped through the door and gazed about, he recognized the face of the old man behind the desk as well. Added on to that were two seated men who gave the distinct impression of combat experience- and Jack would know, given his usual job was to stand by while people fought all day. Finally, a younger woman still standing in front of Orson's desk.

"Nobody let you know what we're doing here? The Director here must think pretty highly of you as a mage, Miss Hifumi, because you've been picked for the operation against the Grey family." He said so as if he hadn't been picked for the exact same thing.

I got picked because of my healing. Not because I have a track record of assisting against rogue families, right..? He took another sweep of the office. "Afternoon, all. I'm Jack." Not taking a seat as of yet, he sent friendly looks around the room, and an offhanded nod to Orson.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Smaller groups are good, I think. You almost never see an entire faction all running right alongside each other.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Yeah, on my way.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

Probably best to tag people when you interact with them in a post. (@knifeman just in case)

I'll give some more posting room to get settled and possibly meet each other before things start getting real bizarre.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

On that subject, Reflection and I are doing a swapsies, so Jack's got Saber, and Caster will be with whatever magus he makes.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

@Vulkan Not sure I can allow that Stand in due to the way it interacts with combat. It would make it fairly tricky to plan encounters, but maybe there's a case you can make for it?

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

@EnterTheHero Character accepted, provided you keep in mind the stuff about stamina discussed already. Your bandmates are your companions to control in your posts, if you like.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

@Aviaire@knifeman@Lord Orgasmo Here we go. Start your characters off wherever you prefer- getting off the newest plane, in a waiting area, or at a shop or something. Don't be afraid to just bump into each other! Stand users are drawn together by fate, after all.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

Super Classic, ??? Memorial Airport, 8:25 PM

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Gates 12 through 16 lined one side of a large, clean, well-lit hallway. Grids of cushioned chairs formed waiting areas for each gate, against a mostly glass wall that provided a nearly useless view out into the night. The other wall held a line of small stores, bathrooms, and lounges with the white tiles of the hallway proper providing walking space for those moving from gate to gate, and stopping at stores in the meantime. At the end of the hall, beyond gate 16, lay the doors to gates 17 and 18 for international departures, and the entryway for international arrivals to reach their connecting flights in the hallway.

The various blinking lights of the runway were all that could be seen through the large windows, the pitch-black night sky not offering even a single hint as to what kind of landscape this so-called "Super Classic" was built on. Out of that night sky emerged the latest plane to arrive at the airport built in memory to some unknown person- for whoever this place was named after had the misfortune of a name so unpronounceable that it came out as a useless garbled sound the few times a tired-sounding woman spoke it over the intercom.

This place, it seemed, was simultaneously lethargic and also too busy to function. Most stores were closed or unattended, employees were scarce and completely absorbed in their tasks, and the smattering of passengers held a similar attitude, being mostly interested in their connecting flights. Funnily enough, not a single person who emerged from the most recent arrival headed for the exit. Super Classic, to all of them, was a no-name stopover.

Most are too tired to think on it, but isn't there something off about all this? Something lurking under the surface of this dull, apathetic place?