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GIANT SPIRIT MECHA FIGHT FANTASY ROBOT PUNCH (Mecha and Magic RPG)

I'm interested, but I assume most won't come back, should that be the case I would happily reapply if you drum up some more interest.

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@Guilty Spark Good to know, though I doubt I'll record there again I'll keep it in mind if I ever have the issue again.

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A far more speech inclined post on my part this time around, mostly panicky rambling. Sorry if the mic is a bit off, I did it in an empty house waiting to move a wardrobe so it was a bit echoey.

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Rucks let out a large cough as he cleared his throat, finally able to regain his voice. His first attempt to speak was a mere whimper, but then he was able to formulate his words properly.

"Okay let's start with something simple. Do not wear Nymph clothing in the cold, it does not work and you almost die from hypothermia. That's something I just learned, but let's move onto something more complicated for a second" Rucks began, getting panicky as the reality of the tower set in although still shocked from the cold, "Let's move on to the fact that at least four of us are mages, myself, mantis, white Mage as the little girl. I know this because I can sense the magical energies we all give off. Usually we hide these energies but since were of about the same level we can detect them since we are very adept at it. A weaker Mage would not be able to detect it. Keep that I'm mind when I say the Mage who made this tower was ridiculously powerful, clearly because they have hidden a whole range of magical attempts from all of us, at least no one has come forward to say they detected it. Firstly the fact that the weather changed outside the tower, that's kind of weather magic 101 but still, that was a big area. Secondly, timey-wimey inter dimensional portal that kind of felt like a less fluffy version of travelling to the dream. That's big magical thing number two, because mostly portals aren't real unless you have magic. Then we come on to the massive room inside of the tiny, tiny tower. That's some inter dimensional magic which I've never seen a Mage powerful enough to do. Not to mention the night sky, that is not a painting I saw a shooting star, I'm sure someone else did too. What are we dealing with here? This is a wizard unlike anything we have ever seen before, we are all very very good mages and none of us probably even come close to this sort of magic"

This tower was breathtaking, incredible. No wonder so many had flocked to it in recent years. But Rucks couldn't help think that everyone was taking it oddly well - except maybe the dwarf but they never took we'll to magic. They preferred their metalworking and tinkering.

The little girl hadn't even said anything, what was going on with her? She seemed to be just as powerful as any other Mage there, or perhaps she was just gifted at concealing her power. At the same time though she could be twice as strong and have very little experience hiding it. That was the only problem with detecting magic, it could only give you a rough comparison between yourself and another.

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I feel everyone's taking the impossible magic tower rather well, so expect something a bit more panicky when I finish up my post.

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I think we're all the the same room judging by the brief guidance Flynn gave for describing it, sort of like the towers foyer.

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I made a post, sorry for the lack of dialogue but it's insanely windy and I don't have the privacy to record either. So most of it is description and observations on Ruck's part. Hopefully I didn't go into too much detail so that nobody else can do any describing of their own though.

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Rucks hadn't particularly coined on to the other members of their party arriving, not out of ignorance but more so out of the possible hypothermia he had contracted from staying out in the cold for too long. He was vaguely aware of a small girl tugging on his robe's sleeve but he thought it was some form of delusion. Then the big monster with a rider came crashing down, followed shortly by a demon-like man. In all honesty, it was hard to see why these weren't just visions as he neared death.

But then came Ruck's saving grace, the portal-door to the tower. As he was sucked in warmth flooded over his entire body, ridding himself of the potentially deadly condition that he had unwillingly contracted due to his own incompetence. Otherwise the feeling of the portal was not unlike travelling to the dream, it was familiar in some ways at least. Not quite as light and fluffy, but more vibrant and energetic. If it was taking them to another realm Rucks could not be sure, but he didn't push the theory out of his mind.

After they landed Ruck's hallucinations became a reality - or rather, they ceased being hallucinations. The small girl, young compared to the rest of the group except maybe the one who rode upon the monster. She seemed strong in her own regards though, obviously not physically like the aforementioned monster rider, or even possibly the dwarf and almost certainly the demon - who Rucks, with a clearer mind, now recognised as a Herkurian. But instead mentally like himself, the mantis or even the mage who was easily given away by his lengthy robes which were unsuited to a warrior. Rucks was unsure how such a young one could be so strongly gifted, especially if she was human as her appearance lead him to believe. But some mysteries are best left unsolved, or at least postponed until later.

Next up was the one with the monster, Rucks seemed to recall a name, Jacoby... or Chomp? He glanced them up and down, Jacoby must be the human, he figured. A nice human name, Jacoby. Probably. He appeared to be of the roguish sort with his fancy steel claws although looks could be deceiving. The monster probably served to dispatch foes very quickly. Otherwise the lad left very little up to judge in his appearance.

The Herkurian was the next for him to spot, alongside the Dwarf which was a semi-amusing contrast of figures. The Herkurian stood very tall with muscles larger than any of a human. Rucks was actually quite scared of the creature, who looked like he had just been pulled from a pit of brimstone. Probably best to get on his good side. The Dwarf looked much like any other of his kind, short, loaded with gadgets and the such. Probably incredibly entertaining to be around.

Then left the final two, the other mage and the mantis. The mage wore long white robes, so, a white mage if he followed the ideal of wearing the colours of your chosen magic. One such ideal Rucks didn't share, instead wearing the dark green robes of many dreamwalker mages, embroidered with patterns which had great meaning in Nymph culture. The robes practically covered this figure up though, so Rucks didn't have much to go off of. The Mantis was just that, a Mantis. Rucks knew nothing of their kind so it left very little to go off of, other than a hint of magic in the air around him.

And then there was the room they had landed in, it was large, or it may have been more accurate to describe it as huge. Circular in nature, but not like anything a mere man could build, this room was perfectly circular, not a single hint of a jagged or squared edge anywhere, it must have taken years to try and build. But perhaps for a magician who could mask the portal from Rucks, it took a mere few moments to bend the stone to their will. There was a domed roof, strange for a tower since there would be little room above it, but the rooms size already toyed with the idea of reality and its constraints. The dome was held up with four pillars, each larger than a man in width and taller than the Herkulian by a clear meter. They were chiselled with elegant patterns, not unlike those you would see in the hall of a noble trying to show off his wealth, but whoever built this place didn't need petty patterns for that purpose. The floor was covered in tiles, tiny in size creating what Rucks would assume was a mosaic, however from his place on the floor (As he had yet to recover the strength to stand) he could not tell what said picture may entail.

The most interesting part of the room however was the inside of the dome itself, a picture of the stars. Or, was it? This picture you see, was unlike any Rucks had ever encountered, it seemed to adopt a three dimensional viewpoint; until one of the stars shot across the dome. No painting was four dimensional, not even a magician could pull that off surely? Rucks stared in awe as he gathered his strength and stood, he tried to voice his amazement but his throat stung as if he partaken in some extremely strong alcohol. He instead settled for staring upwards until someone else voiced awe for him.

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Can confirm, Rucks may have hypothermia to a small degree.

Can not confirm the plausibility if shipping him and Marianne, if the almighty Black Mage somehow doesn't know he's a Dreamwalker then he would look 24. 'Cause you know slower aging process.

Another note: Will not be able to write an IC post until tomorrow night, switching internet providers at my dads and that's the earliest it could be working. Currently posting from cafe.

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I also posted, and it is indeed a blast. I downloaded Audacity figuring I'll use it to splice sound effects in once I'm less ill. (Currently I can't sit in front of a computer long enough to mess around with it fully)