Ogo

Underlake: An Othertale

The Wizard of Mirth Lake

Name:
Dukz

Appearance:


Personality:
One grumpy old hermit.

Bio:
Ol’ Dukz...there was a time when he was at the forefront of Monster Engineering. Many of his designs and inventions were put into use by the people under the lake, improving their lives immensely. In fact, most are still in use to this very day. He was respected by his peers and had some promising plans for potentially opening a path to the surface, to free Monsterkind from their dark prison. Which is why it was all the more shocking when he suddenly disappeared from the public’s eye. He retreated into his lab, leaving only extremely rarely and only for short spurts of time.

Rumors floated around that the death of his daughter had driven the brilliant monster batty. It’s hard to say what happened in the lab...but if the loss of his daughter didn’t snap him, his own granddaughter abandoning him did. Leaving the lab even less than he did before, Dukz truly became a hermit, with his stress aging him tenfold in a matter of weeks. They say that in the dead of night, one can hear mad cackling coming from the old monster’s workshop. Who knows what the once great mind is working on behind locked doors? Could it be salvation from this eternal prison? Or could it be something...more sinister?

Relations:
Bek - Granddaughter
Kon - Grandson

Skill:
Gifted Engineer
Genius Inventor
Complete Disregard for Personal Safety
Great with Numbers

Weapon:

spoiler?

Eight metal slappy arms
N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. Torpedo
The Slapper: A metal hand atop a small pole. It’s deceptively heavy.

Armour:

spoiler?

N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S.
You have no idea what the letters mean. Honestly? Neither does he.

Fight:

spoiler?

Dukz engages in a two-part fight. The first part involves him safely tucked away inside the N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. armour. From within there, he’ll either slap the enemy with his tentacles if close enough, or he’ll launch torpedoes at them if appropriate. If the armor is destroyed or malfunctions, Dukz hops out and begins part two of the fight. Which is just him on foot holding the Slapper.

Act:

[Check] - 0 ATK 0 DEF. He’s just a harmless old guy. How hard could he be?

[Listen] - Dukz rants and raves about kids these days.

[Argue] - You question the validity of what Dukz just said. He seems flustered that you doubted him. He’s much slower for three turns.

[Calisthenics] - You and Dukz engage in some light exercise. Be sure to stretch before and after! Dukz spends his next turn resting.

spoiler?

[Tinker] - You bang on the tin can. It seems weaker...somehow? Perform three times in a row to cause N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. to malfunction.

Mercy:

spoiler?

Either

A.) Destroy the N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. then spare him until he gets tired…

or

B.) Present Bek’s Letter. A personal letter from granddaughter to grandfather. You probably shouldn’t read it…

_{That Papyrus fella? Likes blue fables, or so I’ve heard.}

The Bombshell

Name:
Bek

Appearance:


Personality:
One mischievous little vixen.

Bio:
Granddaughter of the once great Dukz, his behavior after the death of Bek’s mother caused the girl to leave home and stake it out on her own. She dreams of traveling across the entire world but uh...well, being stuck underground kind of puts a damper on that little dream. In order to vent her frustration, Bek drifts around the underground, getting into whatever trouble she can find. After all, what’s freedom if you can’t have a little fun?

Relations:
Kon - Brother
Dukz - Grandfather
(more will be added as relationships formed)

Skill:
Master Prankster
Champion Liar
Proficient Pyrotechnic

Weapon:
BOOM-BOOM BOMBS!

Armour:
Maiden’s Modest Outfit

Fight:
Bek primarily uses her various bombs for her attacks. The basic bomb detonates in a spray of pellets. The glitter bomb explodes into either orange pellets, cyan pellets, or both. And the BIG BOMB...doesn’t explode. Just don’t let it bowl over you!

Act:

[Check] - BOOM! ATK BOOM! DEF. Quite an explosive temper, eh? EH?

[Prank] - You pull a prank on the prankster. She’s NOT happy! ATK shoots up for three turns!

[Ignore] - You pretend that Bek’s not even there. She’s confused? DEF drops way low for a turn!

[Advice] - You ask Bek how to pull a better prank. She’s beaming with pride!

Mercy:

Perform any ACT four times consecutively and she’ll call it quits.
Check - Bek is creeped out by your constant staring. Later perv!
Prank - Bek is humiliated that you outpranked her. Later jerk!
Ignore - Bek is bored and disappointed that you won’t play her game. Later loser!
Advice - Bek decides to take you under her wing, fledgling prankster.

Papyrus? Likes to use blue attacks.

The Other Guy

Name:
Kon

Appearance:


Personality:
One particularly unmotivated little prodigy.

Bio:
When it comes to this particular family, the two standouts tend to be Dukz, the genius patriarch, and Bek, the rebellious black sheep. Kon...well, he just sort of exists in their shadows. Not that he isn’t extraordinary in his own right. The guy’s absolutely brilliant...but compared to the great Dukz, well, he hasn’t done anything of note. And Bek’s too wild to compete with. But that’s just fine with him. The lower the expectations, the less he actually has to do.

Truth be told, the lad doesn’t even have much interest in following in Dukz footsteps. Sure, he’s a whiz with the work but...well, it just isn’t fun. What he’d much rather do is play music...but somebody’s got to be responsible and carry on the family’s legacy. Which is probably fine, really. He’d probably just get bored of music too. So rather than practice, the lad spends most of his time either working alongside his grandfather, or running his errands across the underground. If he’s not doing that, then he’s probably at the library, researching his next project.

Relations:
Bek - Sister
Dukz - Grandfather

Skill:
Talented Engineer
Promising Inventor
Budding Musician

Weapon:
Well-Worn Wrench

Armour:
Tinkerer’s Jumpsuit

Fight:
Kon obviously doesn’t have his heart in the battle. He lazily tosses wrenches from time to time, but he’ll mostly be preoccupied with his work. Hell, he might not even be aiming for anyone in particular...

Act:

[Check] - 15 ATK 10 DEF. He obviously doesn’t want to be here. Just watch out for flying tools. Wrenches hurt...

[Mock] - You make fun of Kon’s accomplishments. He shrugs it off.

[Compliment] - You tell Kon that you admire his music. He seems rather bashful. Kon tosses out a green wrench.

[Impress] - You show/tell Kon something nifty. He acts genuinely interested. No action taken next turn.

Mercy:

Simply spare Kon or run from the battle. He can’t be bothered to pursue a fight he’s not interested in.

Papyrus...uh...blue. Blue what? Hell if I know.

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

The Great Graham Cracker!

DANGER: Here Be Gingers!

Rather short guy, stands at about five foot five if he's really stretching for it. Also pretty skinny. As in a probably not healthy kind of way. Honestly, he's got that whole look to him, really. And it is fitting, since the kid is constantly coming down with some kind of illness or another. His immune system is trash, people. And uh...well, he might be a bit of a hypochondriac. So he's either sick or crazy. Fun fun.

"Buddy...do you know who I am? Do you even remotely know what I do? I’m the son of a bitch that stitches you back together after the Dragon chick shoves her hoof about knee deep up your ass and breaks you in like a brand new goddamn boot at a line-dance with Ol’ Grim and the Cat Boy."

"I’M THE MOTHAFUCKIN’ WHITE MAGE! YOU DON’T FUCK WITH THE WHITE MAGE!"

Name:
Graham Gavin Turner

Nicknames/Titles:
Shrimp. Pipsqueak. Ginger. Red. Fairy. Pansy. The Spaztastic Mr. Turner. Look, we’re talking about a short, scrawny, pale, redheaded, nerdy, gay guy with a hair-trigger temper and glasses. He’s like a playground bully’s wet dream. Chances are good that that clever little quip bouncing around in the ol’ thinker? Yeah, he’s heard it before.

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Year:
Fourth Year

Ranking Class:
Warlock

Magic:

Medela:
-Rapid Regeneration-

Fell and got a nasty scrape? A particularly bad boo boo? Don’t worry, Graham’s got you.

As a Medela mage, healing is the name of the game. Graham’s particular magic is no exception. Rapid Regeneration does...well...what it says. The guy can accelerate the body’s natural healing rate. How much? Enough so to make most intermediate non-fatal wounds disappear in a matter of minutes, with more minor wounds going away in seconds. But it really does hurt like hell. And don’t even ask about major non-fatal wounds. He can take care of them, alright, but it’s going to take a while and being incredibly, excruciatingly painful. So fun times for all!

But though it may be magic, he’s not capable of miracles. Fatal wounds are a bit above his skill level. While not impossible, the dude’s got to be on the ball. As in both he and the target bursting with energy, preferably with a juicy donor nearby, in a nice, quiet, secluded area immediately after the wound occurs. So long as it’s not an instant death and he’s already right there, there’s a very slim chance he may be able to do something. Otherwise, he can try to buy as much time as possible, but if somebody’s already passing through Death’s Door, he’s not going to be able to pull them back. He’s good, but death is better.

Now this can all be done via range or close contact. The ranged healing is something rather new to Graham, but he’s quickly getting the hang of things. He can reliably heal from about twenty yards away. But it’s not going to do much at the range. Rule of thumb: the closer Graham is to the wound, the more effective he can be. So it’s definitely preferable for him to get all handsy, but sometimes a guy’s gotta go with the flow.

Strengths:
Graham’s healing is strong enough to combat most injuries rather easily. And so long as he’s either nice and refreshed, or the target is bursting with energy, he can patch up the person in question rather quickly to boot! Depending on how close Graham can get to the wound, he can be rather precise. And the more precise he is, the less effort is required on both his part and the target’s.

While the ideal situation for a heal is the target remaining still while Graham violates their personal bubble, it’s not required. So long as they’re in range of either his healing hands or the ranged variant, and he’s still focused, he can work his magic. Great for in-combat repairs. Terrible for broken bones.

Luckily for everyone involved, this magic does NOT require intimate knowledge of the body to be effective. So long as the body is remotely capable of repairing itself, Graham can supercharge it. Excellent for healing up non-human individuals. Also great because trust this unseen writer, Reader, you don’t want this guy making medical decisions.

Weaknesses:
So there’s got to be a catch, right? Surely somebody couldn’t be that handsome, talented, awesome, cool, and powerful, right? DING DING DING! RIGHT YOU ARE, DEAR READER! Why, aren’t you the smart little cookie. Speaking of which, have one. Go on. It’ll be our little secret.

The catch would be the energy required for such feats. Little bumps and bruises and the occasional scratch are all fine and dandy. Graham could heal those up all day and be just fine. No, the problem comes with the much larger boo boos. The ones that are sadly much too common in this hellho- err...lovely school. Large wounds, burns, cuts, etc., not only eat up the lad’s mana pool something fierce, they require energy. Whether supplied by the target or Graham himself, it doesn’t really matter. The mana and energy cost associated with the healing depends on the size and complexity of the wound as well as the desired rate of repair. The quicker the fix, the higher the tax.

As mentioned above, the energy supplied in the healing process can be supplied by either Graham, the target, or a donor. That’s...only partially true. Should Graham be healing from a distance, the burden of energy lies with the target. If they don’t have enough energy or nutrients for the repair, the body will rapidly eat fat and muscle to acquire it. This can quickly lead to a person becoming malnourished, so it’s advised to be incredibly careful. Healing a gaping chest wound is great and all, but it the target is just going to essentially starve immediately afterwards, it’s kind of a moot point, no?

If he wants to donate his own (or a third party’s), he’s got to have physical contact (in case of the latter, he’s gotta have physical contact with both the target and the donor). And in either case, he has to remain focused on the repair: getting distracted will disrupt the acceleration. It doesn’t help that he’s not exactly the healthiest guy around either. So more often than not he relies on the target for the energy donation. Heavier people make for the best patients here, so go eat yer damn cheeseburgers, people!

Now let’s address the elephant in the room: how does this boy fight? Quite simply, he doesn’t. Medela: Rapid Regeneration has zero offensive application. Well...he could always try to heal his opponent into submission but uh...if his foe is willing to forfeit after the equivalent of a gentle caress, he probably wasn’t in much trouble anyway.
And don’t worry, Reader, I know what you’re thinking. “But Beautiful Writer Man! Couldn’t Graham just constantly heal himself and cause a stalemate?”

Oh, Dear Reader, you flatter me...that’s another cookie! But to answer your question: sadly no, he cannot.

Graham is unable to use his magic on himself, outside of repairing very minor wounds. Why? Well...when the body heals normally, there’s not much discomfort. Maybe a little irritation, but that’s it. When Graham ramps up the acceleration...Mother of God, it’s painful. REALLY PAINFUL. No, it won’t damage the body, that’d be counter-productive, but the pain is enough to make concentrating insanely difficult. And since Graham needs to focus to use his ability...well, connect the dots. It’s just a no go.

What rotten luck, eh?

“Well, what if he just constantly overcharged his enemy’s regeneration?”

Careful, Reader. You’re cute and all, but don’t be too pushy. The problem with that is simply that the body can only heal up so much. After a certain point, the boy would just be wasting his mana while doing fuck all to the other guy. Just trust us when we say that he’s not exactly the guy you want to bet on winning the Golden Gloves.

Catalyst:
His glasses, oddly enough, act as his catalyst. Runes are inscribed on the inside of the arms, but the motherlode would be the lenses. Written incredibly small, runes are carved on the glass, from top to bottom, left to right. Luckily for Graham, they are made so small and light, that they do not hinder his vision. And while at first it did bug him something fierce, he has managed to basically completely ignore them. Just don’t point it out to him or he’ll obsess over it for hours.

Inventory:
-Janky little prepaid cell phone
-Janky little pen
-Janky little pocket notepad
-Chewing Gum
-Glasses Case
-Lens Cloth

Familiar:
n/a

Squad Name:
n/a

Personality:
Some people are content to bask in silence, pondering the nature of the universe and one’s self. Graham would not be one of those people. A loud foul-mouthed hothead with a silver tongue and a rather low boiling point resides in the frail outer shell. Graham is one to find something to talk about with anyone. He hasn’t met a stranger yet. Not to say that he is beloved by one and all. He’s usually a pretty blunt guy, saying what comes to mind be it cruel, stupid, or otherwise. Not that he means to be rude, his filter is just terrible and he is a TALKER. Understandably, some people don’t like that. Naturally, those same people can kindly go fuck themselves for all he cares.

The boy’s also a coward. Bears, heights, spiders, bears, fires, large bodies of water, bears, darkness, bears, death, the supernatural, large crowds, bears, serial killers, supernatural bears...the list just goes on and on. Basically, don’t give the kid a medal for bravery or courage. You’ll just be insulting the other winners. When right spooked, Graham’s verbal diarrhea increases tenfold, with even less of a filter and the fear shuts out the anger completely. It’s a nervous reaction or something. Feel free to slap him out of his hysteria.

So Graham considers himself a pacifist. As such, the boy won’t fight and quite frankly, it wouldn’t help him much anyway. He’s little more than skin and bones. His arm would likely snap in two if he tried to punch anybody. Besides, he’d rather hit a fool with a few harsh words than a harsh roundhouse kick. Also, Graham is unable to perform roundhouse kicks, so uh...yeah.

The lad, mainly due to his unfortunate combination of genes, has been a target of bullying for...well, most of his school life. That made him a bit weary of people, of course...but it also made him rather desperate for acceptance. As such, he’ll make friends with literally anyone that’ll have him. Even if they are freaky, potentially cannibalistic stalkers. Ugh. Graham, like an idiot, can’t bring himself to refuse somebody’s request. If they’re being cool to him, he wants to keep that. So he’ll bend over backwards, breaking his back if need be, just to keep ‘em happy. Oh, the places he could go if he just learned how to say no...

Backstory:

Liseranna…

Graham’s still not convinced that there wasn’t some sort of mix-up that got him involved with the place. It really felt like a dream. In one moment, there he was, some snot-nosed kid barely getting by in some shithole town in the middle of Kentucky. The next moment, boom! Congrats kid, you’ve won the Magical Lottery Jackpot. Go directly to Liseranna Academy. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

Well, perhaps it was a bit more complicated than that. But it really did seem to come out of nowhere. He was the only magic user in a family of six, and despite looking back as far as possible, he couldn’t find another user on either side of the family. Liseranna was...well, honestly it was just a joke application. He didn’t REALLY think he’d get in. After all, he was skating by with a solid C- in school. But apparently he had a little bit of a knack for magic. Go figure. Well, maybe it would be alright. He could go learn how to use an actual gift, rather than wasting his life away in a factory. He could make some friends and maybe even find love!

Worst mistake of his life.

Shortly after starting, he met the evil, evil, evil, cruel, monsterous black shadow that would loom over him for the next two years. It called itself Meredith Hillard. But the boy could recognize Ol’ Scratch when he saw ‘em. Or if she wasn’t the devil himself, she was damn close to it. And this was a place with ACTUAL demons walking around. It didn’t matter. She was more evil.

Still, when that THING approached him asking for help, his will shattered and his pride abandoned him. It’s amazing, really. One can prepare oneself to take any action one wishes, but the moment one stares death in the face, one suddenly becomes much more flexible. Again, this place housed even a couple literal personifications of death, but Meredith was much more intimidating. So he agreed to help her learn his sort of magic. Medela, as it were.

And after that, she didn’t leave. Rather, she clung tighter. She claimed they were close friends, but Graham could see through her. He could see the darkness at her very core...

And he was honestly terrified of her. Disobeying her was out of the question. Especially when she decided that she was done lugging around a catalyst...and she...well...she had him…

We don’t speak of THAT time. Ugh…

Still, it wasn’t all terrible. The lad managed to make a few other friends. And he wasn’t dead yet. That was always a plus. Outside of a back-alley surgery, the guy’s had a relatively average school life. Well...as average as one can have at an academy that catered to magic, mayhem, and things which should not exist.

But he’s a fourth year now. All he had to do was keep his head down and not die. He’s technically in the homestretch now, yeah? And the universe couldn’t possibly hate him enough to take another hearty dump on him...right?

Right?!

Underlake: An Othertale

@Major Ursa
I literally had to say Aprubed waaay too many times to get it. I'm like beyond tired xDD

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Silly ogo.

Trembling? The only one who's going to be doing any trembling is Graham once he meets the Arachne librarian.

And you.

Since you know.

You're terrified of spiders xP

@Rune_Alchemist

It's not even remotely funny. Saw one of those buggers peeping on me while I was in the shower. Not only are they the bringers of the Apocalypse, they're next level pervs! Ogo does not approve.

But uh, truth be told, I hadn't actually seen that the librarian was a spider chica until after I was done with the sheet. So this is just a glorious glorious accident ^-^

Underlake: An Othertale

Alright, so I put together a few more misfits, just to pad out the cast list a bit more xD

The Wizard of Mirth Lake

Name:
Dukz

Appearance:


Personality:
One grumpy old hermit.

Bio:
Ol’ Dukz...there was a time when he was at the forefront of Monster Engineering. Many of his designs and inventions were put into use by the people under the lake, improving their lives immensely. In fact, most are still in use to this very day. He was respected by his peers and had some promising plans for potentially opening a path to the surface, to free Monsterkind from their dark prison. Which is why it was all the more shocking when he suddenly disappeared from the public’s eye. He retreated into his lab, leaving only extremely rarely and only for short spurts of time.

Rumors floated around that the death of his daughter had driven the brilliant monster batty. It’s hard to say what happened in the lab...but if the loss of his daughter didn’t snap him, his own granddaughter abandoning him did. Leaving the lab even less than he did before, Dukz truly became a hermit, with his stress aging him tenfold in a matter of weeks. They say that in the dead of night, one can hear mad cackling coming from the old monster’s workshop. Who knows what the once great mind is working on behind locked doors? Could it be salvation from this eternal prison? Or could it be something...more sinister?

Relations:
Bek - Granddaughter
Kon - Grandson

Skill:
Gifted Engineer
Genius Inventor
Complete Disregard for Personal Safety
Great with Numbers

Weapon:

spoiler?

Eight metal slappy arms
N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. Torpedo
The Slapper: A metal hand atop a small pole. It’s deceptively heavy.

Armour:

spoiler?

N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S.
You have no idea what the letters mean. Honestly? Neither does he.

Fight:

spoiler?

Dukz engages in a two-part fight. The first part involves him safely tucked away inside the N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. armour. From within there, he’ll either slap the enemy with his tentacles if close enough, or he’ll launch torpedoes at them if appropriate. If the armor is destroyed or malfunctions, Dukz hops out and begins part two of the fight. Which is just him on foot holding the Slapper.

Act:

[Check] - 0 ATK 0 DEF. He’s just a harmless old guy. How hard could he be?

[Listen] - Dukz rants and raves about kids these days.

[Argue] - You question the validity of what Dukz just said. He seems flustered that you doubted him. He’s much slower for three turns.

[Calisthenics] - You and Dukz engage in some light exercise. Be sure to stretch before and after! Dukz spends his next turn resting.

spoiler?

[Tinker] - You bang on the tin can. It seems weaker...somehow? Perform three times in a row to cause N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. to malfunction.

Mercy:

spoiler?

Either

A.) Destroy the N.A.U.T.I.L.U.S. then spare him until he gets tired…

or

B.) Present Bek’s Letter. A personal letter from granddaughter to grandfather. You probably shouldn’t read it…

_{That Papyrus fella? Likes blue fables, or so I’ve heard.}

The Bombshell

Name:
Bek

Appearance:


Personality:
One mischievous little vixen.

Bio:
Granddaughter of the once great Dukz, his behavior after the death of Bek’s mother caused the girl to leave home and stake it out on her own. She dreams of traveling across the entire world but uh...well, being stuck underground kind of puts a damper on that little dream. In order to vent her frustration, Bek drifts around the underground, getting into whatever trouble she can find. After all, what’s freedom if you can’t have a little fun?

Relations:
Kon - Brother
Dukz - Grandfather
(more will be added as relationships formed)

Skill:
Master Prankster
Champion Liar
Proficient Pyrotechnic

Weapon:
BOOM-BOOM BOMBS!

Armour:
Maiden’s Modest Outfit

Fight:
Bek primarily uses her various bombs for her attacks. The basic bomb detonates in a spray of pellets. The glitter bomb explodes into either orange pellets, cyan pellets, or both. And the BIG BOMB...doesn’t explode. Just don’t let it bowl over you!

Act:

[Check] - BOOM! ATK BOOM! DEF. Quite an explosive temper, eh? EH?

[Prank] - You pull a prank on the prankster. She’s NOT happy! ATK shoots up for three turns!

[Ignore] - You pretend that Bek’s not even there. She’s confused? DEF drops way low for a turn!

[Advice] - You ask Bek how to pull a better prank. She’s beaming with pride!

Mercy:

Perform any ACT four times consecutively and she’ll call it quits.
Check - Bek is creeped out by your constant staring. Later perv!
Prank - Bek is humiliated that you outpranked her. Later jerk!
Ignore - Bek is bored and disappointed that you won’t play her game. Later loser!
Advice - Bek decides to take you under her wing, fledgling prankster.

Papyrus? Likes to use blue attacks.

The Other Guy

Name:
Kon

Appearance:


Personality:
One particularly unmotivated little prodigy.

Bio:
When it comes to this particular family, the two standouts tend to be Dukz, the genius patriarch, and Bek, the rebellious black sheep. Kon...well, he just sort of exists in their shadows. Not that he isn’t extraordinary in his own right. The guy’s absolutely brilliant...but compared to the great Dukz, well, he hasn’t done anything of note. And Bek’s too wild to compete with. But that’s just fine with him. The lower the expectations, the less he actually has to do.

Truth be told, the lad doesn’t even have much interest in following in Dukz footsteps. Sure, he’s a whiz with the work but...well, it just isn’t fun. What he’d much rather do is play music...but somebody’s got to be responsible and carry on the family’s legacy. Which is probably fine, really. He’d probably just get bored of music too. So rather than practice, the lad spends most of his time either working alongside his grandfather, or running his errands across the underground. If he’s not doing that, then he’s probably at the library, researching his next project.

Relations:
Bek - Sister
Dukz - Grandfather

Skill:
Talented Engineer
Promising Inventor
Budding Musician

Weapon:
Well-Worn Wrench

Armour:
Tinkerer’s Jumpsuit

Fight:
Kon obviously doesn’t have his heart in the battle. He lazily tosses wrenches from time to time, but he’ll mostly be preoccupied with his work. Hell, he might not even be aiming for anyone in particular...

Act:

[Check] - 15 ATK 10 DEF. He obviously doesn’t want to be here. Just watch out for flying tools. Wrenches hurt...

[Mock] - You make fun of Kon’s accomplishments. He shrugs it off.

[Compliment] - You tell Kon that you admire his music. He seems rather bashful. Kon tosses out a green wrench.

[Impress] - You show/tell Kon something nifty. He acts genuinely interested. No action taken next turn.

Mercy:

Simply spare Kon or run from the battle. He can’t be bothered to pursue a fight he’s not interested in.

Papyrus...uh...blue. Blue what? Hell if I know.

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

@RabidAnubis
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
TREMBLE, MORTALS, AND DESPAIR! DOOM HAS-err...wait, huh? Oh yeah! Right on! ^-^

Underlake: An Othertale

Holy crap! The thread is exploding, whoever mentoined it was quite kudos to you for spurring all this activity!

@Kafka Komedy

Whoddathunk all it needed was a swift kick in the sides?

Underlake: An Othertale

@Major Ursa *looks at the leader of the last group and nose starts to bleed while staring*

@Guardian Angel Haruki

*also experiencing massive nose bleed*

Dear Diary...

Underlake: An Othertale

Peace, love, and happiness! Friendship hugs for all.

@Kafka Komedy
Omg, Ash is insanely adorable! I love everything about this one xD

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Woohoo! Mutiny! Who hasn't gotten their Guild sanctioned torch and pitchfork yet? We wanna make sure this uprising has some class.