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This seems interesting! I like the idea of starting off as the group of misfits nobody wants. I'm not a One Piece expert, but it sounds fun anyways.

Are Devil Fruit powers allowable?
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I was forced to go on hiatus. Hospital visits and lots of testing, taking care of my sister, tons of family shit, just a lot a lot. Life happened and I apologize, but if you guys are still willing or would like to continue or hopefully even possibly reboot this in a slightly different way and gather more players, I'd absolutely love to.

Cheers y'all and I apologize once more. Let me know what you guys would like to do! I'm back now though, just slightly less frequent posting possibly.


I'm so sorry. I hope things turn out favorably, and there's really no need to apologize. I'd gladly join you again, in whatever configuration you'd prefer. Dark Continent does sound fun, especially given how badly those expeditions historically turn out. I do look forward to playing with you again sometime in the future, when things calm down and you feel up to it.
If it were Kirche alone, she probably would have asked around the bar regarding their employer. Made a few deals, identified newcomers, possibly used a few gifts as leverage... but it appeared that there was at least one other person with the same letter. Whether or not Shei was trustworthy remained to be seen, but one thing Kirche was certain about was that the young woman was a person of action.

She also seemed like a newcomer, and yet she boldly made her way into the malleable tavern. Moving headlong into the uncertain was not Kirche's forte but, at the same time, she was very much not a solo act. If anything came up, it would be better if she could (ostensibly) have an ally by her side. Thus, with some hesitation, she followed Shei deeper into the bar. Kirche popped out in some strange, poorly-lit dungeonlike basement. She looked around, biting her lower lip uncertainly, but upon registering that the young man from earlier was also down here, her expression morphed into a kind smile. First impressions were important, after all, and morale played a large part in facing adversity.

Shei was already asking Provoke the questions she herself would probably ask, so she instead took this time to invoke Gyo and examine the room more closely. Perhaps there was something hidden with nen, or perhaps their was a clue to decipher. Either way, the faster they were out of here and on the job the better.

That said, it was nice to be participating in something moderately entertaining. This is how a Hunter should be. At least, Old Man Yorki's idea of a Hunter.
Absolutely, I'll get something up tomorrow~
Kirche was, rather immediately, introduced to what was most likely a nen ability that seemed to dump a person (almost two) beneath the floorboards upon entering the establishment. That was certainly a way to introduce yourself to potential hires. Normally she would suppose it was an ambush, but the fact that such an ability was revealed so early and in her presence made her think that they weren't serious about hurting her. An assassin doesn't show their hand until the deed is nearly complete, and never to strangers.

Looking around the bar, most of the patrons didn't seem particularly phased by the action earlier. Whether or not they were plants to make the setting seem more natural was up in the air, but one thing was for certain: the preceding events were not natural. There was no doubt in her mind that the patrons, then, must be Hunters.

Yes... they were all Hunters. The barkeep was saying something about identification before, wasn't he? Combined with the unassuming, clandestine location and the closed sign out front... that meant that this was possibly...

"A Hunter's Bar, correct?" Kirche asked politely, brandishing her Hunter License at the bartender. She gave a short curtsey and nodded at the fellow patrons, nearly allowing herself to chuckle at Lyle's sputtering and shouting. She seemed to find some degree of enjoyment in his misfortune, which she quickly redirected into what seemed to be kind concern for the young woman who had just burst in.

"No, no, you haven't missed any action at all, I don't think," she told Shei gently, "in fact, I'm fairly certain that was just the prelude. Did you, perhaps, get a letter also?"
Kirche looked down at her letter, and then back up at the tavern. She supposed it was natural to meet in a junk heap that no one in their right mind would go near. She doubted anyone but those in receipt of that strange letter would want anything to do with this place. In fact, Kirche herself almost didn't want to go in. It reminded her too much of the seedy shitholes that populated Meteor City. She wasn't exactly expecting a fancy hotel bar, but...

She shook her head. She wasn't there to judge. She was there, ostensibly, to hear a White Tiger out about a vague proposition. Preferably something that would cure her affliction. Something to assuage her boredom and, perhaps, something that was capable of forcing her to become the sort of person that Old Man Yorki and the others thought she could be. She sighed, removed a small handkerchief from inside her apron, and used the fabric to turn the knob without getting the filth all over her fingers.

She entered the bar with something of an irritating, dainty air, closing the door gently and tucking the handkerchief back into her apron. It would be an understatement to say that she stuck out like a sore thumb. The maid outfit was almost certainly overkill, but she personally enjoyed it. In Yorknew city where she spent most of her time, a woman in such an outfit bled into the crowd so much as to be unnoticeable. It was nice. Here, though, she assumed not so much.

Kirche scanned the room quickly, and was somewhat surprised at how many people were actually there. Then, raising her eyebrow, she scanned the room again. Weren't there a surprising number of relatively young men? They seemed an odd fit for a bar. She stared at Provoke especially, noting that the lad couldn't possibly be more than sixteen. Hunters, perhaps. Hunters were called here, after all, and possessing a license could let you ignore certain age restrictions...

Kirche kind of wanted a drink, but she wasn't willing to pay money for potentially poisoned swill. She'd find a nice bottle of something later if everything went well. Maybe a good chardonnay.
I will certainly post within the next couple of days. I've been surprisingly busy recently, but things should quiet down soon.
@ZxyxZemon I don't have a strong opinion on Discord, but either way, I very much look forward to playing with everyone!
@ZxyxZemon Yaaay~ sounds good to me.

I think Crazy Slots is ultimately a fascinating skeleton to work from, even though very few of the weapons and their functions were revealed. It gives you a good idea of what Nen is capable of in its more out-there forms.
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