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Expedition to Isekai

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Inaba Rin Awakened: 100 Mind [50] | Body [25] | Spirit [25] Facsimile: N/A Identity Rin and her family are the closest thing Kuroshio has to local legends. Proprietors of the local junkyard, everyone in town relies on the Inabas. They can fix anything. Pipes burst in the middle of winter? Car broke down? Your dog is missing? Portal popped up and someone needs to cordon off the area and evacuate? One of the Inabas is one call away. The youngest of the Inabas is no exception. Though, she is a little offbeat compared to her family. While the others were content with merely fixing things that broke, Rin had greater schemes. She fixed problems. Having trouble getting around town? She'd slap an engine onto your bicycle. Bored to death? She'd make fortresses out of cardboard and weapons out of pool noodles so children could reenact 12th century castle sieges. Such was the way of the youngest Inaba. If someone had a mild inconvenience, she'd overdo a solution. Of course, she isn't the most deft person alive. Being raised in a junkyard with broken appliances, unwanted treasures, and scraps for toys does that to a young child. If something doesn't interest her, she's chronically aloof. If something does? She's infected by build-o-mania and does the work of three people. Notably, Rin is quite tall for her demographic at 5'7". Though, she's still a runt compared the men in her family (and freakishly, her mother--the largest of the family). She's also built like bamboo shoots. Peculiarity • Simply put, Rin makes things. She's a renaissance woman when it comes to inventing and tinkering. • Her tools are her lifeline. Her bag is filled to the brim with doohickeys. When they aren't with her, she becomes immensely stressed. • Rin is the head of the Kuroshio Aeronautics Society. The group consists of one member (Rin) who reenacts the Wright brothers.

Expedition to Isekai

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Man, the smell of gas was a familiar one. It reminded Rin of the truck she rigged together. Though, "truck" was a bit of a misnomer. It was more of trailer that had half of a motorcycle strapped to it. It definitely wasn't road legal, but it let her haul bits and pieces around her family junkyard. It always smelt like gasoline. You know, she loved that thing. It made her life a whole lot easier. Such a shame when it finally caught fire.

Like a catapult that had its restraining rope cut, she shot up from her collision-induced slumber having instantly gulped down her sick. The smell of gas was a good thing when she was working on vehicles. It was considerably less good when she remembered that she was on a school bus. The crash had put her on a floor. She always took a seat next to the aisle near the rear. She didn't like being trapped by another person.

Her bag of tools had, thankfully, been saved from the brunt of the impact. It was a tough bag that Rin made herself. She wanted a bag that could hold pounds and pounds of tools without so much as a stress mark. What she ended up with was a thick behemoth of nylon, polyethylene, and enough plastic clips to keep the bag shut no matter what.

Though, this bag was also a curse. It being permanently attached to her meant that she had a wicked bruise from her shoulder, across her chest, and to her hip. It was like a bruise from a seat belt. Something that she now sort of wished buses had more of.

Her backpack full of her dailies that didn't fit in her pockets had found its way to the front of the bus. Well, not like she'd miss anything in there. Just some schoolwork--something she only vaguely cared about--and other boring things.

Of course, there was a hidden blessing to this disaster.

Rin finally got to open the emergency exit.

The emergency exit was always something that tantalized Rin. There was just something so hypnotic about it. It was the forbidden fruit of the door industry. Something that tantalizing couldn't escape her interests. Incidentally, that's why Rin sat near the back of the bus. Just for that opportunity to open an emergency door. She'd even watch tutorials on how to open them. A strange fixation, but a fixation none the less.

Even though Masato had yelled for Kondo to open the rear, Rin was already at the door with proverbial spit on her hands. She grabbed the latch and put her entire body into it. Her bamboo shoot arms and legs meant nothing when she had knowledge of levers and was currently converting her body into one. Give her a large enough rigid beam and fulcrum and she'd move the world. She'd open this door and skedaddle on out with a full send. Twice the exits, twice the amount of throughput. She'd leave it up to the other back of the bus kids to bring out other people. She had her bag and was doing the door.

Unfortunately, this deep interest also meant that Rin didn't bark orders for the other kids to get up and out. She was dead set on opening the rear exit.

Fortunately, the Ito twins had begun to recover from their impact induced confusion. They were sportsmen. Hearty in the body. They could handle being hit. Well, Kunio could for sure. His childhood was as a crash test dummy. The other one? He had a good skull. As resident frontsitters, they attempted to help bring the more disoriented front of the bus kids out.

Kumi's large stomach proved to be a weakness. She let out her sick against the wall. If it was any solace, the smell was covered by gas and it would be purged by a blaze of petrol and cinders when she safely left the bus.

One would hope.

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@OwO Why can't our characters touch the carpet with theirbare skin??!!

@PerfectThought

It's gross theatre carpet that was designed with stain hiding patterns.

Characters can touch it if they want. They just have to live with the knowledge they touched something that is very much sticky.

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Okay, the actual update. If Emma wants to ask a question, I'll edit it in.

This time around, feel free to do whatever. If you want to go forwards, I'll update you as fast as possible (to mirror your character actually going forwards). Consider this a tutorial on exploration. A very, very brief tutorial.

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"With your questions answered, I shouldn't hold you much longer." Mel announced and gave a clap. "If you need anything, you all know how to call me. Or ask Honest. She's touched most things in our storage."

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The trip to Littown was uneventful. The four cleaners had been ushered into a small van by Honest who had taken the wheel.

The streets of the 10th district were claustrophobic as always. While the roads were once wide, buildings and makeshift living spaces encroached on the sidewalks, then further dipped into the roads. Only small vehicles could drive within populated areas. The main roads were better if you were willing to share the roads with haulers carrying petrochem and raw materials between factories. Most people used the subways and monorails to get around the district.

As Honest drove the group, it was easy to tell gauge the distance to Littown. Bustling streets turned to mothers ushering their children inside. Lonely roads gave way to outright abandoned lengths. A desiccated corpse lay on the side of the road, the only notable landmark within minutes of driving. Honest's choice in radio station didn't help the emptiness. Silence was her music. She said it was something that she had good reason for, but she never elaborated on why she always turned the radio off.

Littown was an especially sad part of the 10th district. It had once been named after the hundreds of neon signs that had gave life to a vibrant part of the city. The lights had since been shut off as austerity policies had tightened the average citizens' discretionary spending. What was once a block designed to entertain and relieve citizens was now completely abandoned. Not even the squalid enjoyed being within the area. There was nothing left save for broken signs, boarded buildings, and the dark. The theatre was no exception as Honest parked the van outside.

In one fell swoop, Honest had left the van, walked up to the front door, and kicked it in.

"After you." She sarcastically announced as she waited for the cleaners to enter.

Something wrong could be sensed immediately upon entering the building.

A muffled sound of an accordion emanated throughout the lobby but was inaudible outside. The building was a threshold. A boundary between the supernatural and the rational. This was both good and bad. The good was that this meant that the supernatural was isolated to the building. The bad was that there was definitely something supernatural inside this building.

The lobby itself seemed safe enough as long as they didn't touch the carpet with their bare skin. Most of the decorations had since been stripped from the building. The only remaining decorations were the posters: advertisements for a movie depicting the first hunter, a folk hero within the city. He was a historical figure, but it was difficult to tell where history ended and urban legend began. There was a large circular counter in the middle of the lobby. The door that Honest kicked in had been split in half. One side was on the floor in front of the counter while the other was behind. The halls left and right were both blocked off by collapsed sections of wall. That meant there were three paths forwards. The large closed doors across the lobby and a set of stairs on each of its sides.

Of course, the further within the lobby someone went, the louder the accordion became.

Decibitus

Lucian

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~1440 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

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With his hands grasped by Celeste, Lucian was bombarded with the thoughts of someone who had a rational mind. At least, a mind that could see two facts and combine the two. Lucian's mind did not have these qualities. He was prone to having completely wrong understandings because his brain got stuck on specific things. Celeste mentioning the Holy Maiden was one of these scenarios.

"What? She doesn't have holes. People aren't cheese."

Good comprehension, Cheese Boy.

Of course, Celeste didn't have the time to correct him when things immediately went down. A torrent of plants had erupted from a now-wisp. Even Lucian could tell it was pretty bad. Unfortunately, the dragon blocked Lucian from seeing Edward going hard or Vera moments away from getting smoked. As a result, Lucian was saddled with the unfortunate truth of a rampant wisp and fire-breathing dragon: they were still in the middle of a room filled with normal people. Wisps had a tendency of harming normal people. That was bad. Lucian, in his surprising wisdom, knew that he had to help them.

"Hey universe, give me a sign to help these people." He brutishly clasped his hands together in a prayer; Celeste's hands were dragged alongside.

The universe responded.

A flash of light from Edward's attack pierced through the skeletal dragon's frame, a consequence of its holey nature. It was for a brief moment, but it illuminated a small red lever that had been hidden in the corner.

"Oh cool."

Immediately, Lucian yanked on the fire alarm that had nestled itself in the corner with Celeste attached to him in some weird ballroom dance.

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Oop, started a post but my brain shut down towards the last bit of it, so will finish tomorrow evening after work! Feel free to move us ahead if that was the plan though, I can play catch up and make a bigger post.

@Vertigo

I'll update tomorrow then. I've been in a fog all week.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

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Fear.

That's what filled Maive at this moment.

The surreal island holiday had turned into a nightmare as the massive chimerical beast landed and shook the island with its screech. It was no longer a mysterious scenario where they'd bond and find a way home. Now, it was a matter of surviving in the immediate moment.

She looked towards the collapsed Sofia. Victor was already carrying her. That was good. If Victor hadn't done so, Maive would have hauled her like a sack of potatoes.

Verity, on the other hand, had gone with her personal flow the second she tripped. Rather than make a mad dash to escape, she resigned and decided the best course of action was to hide. A good plan with a fatal flaw in Maive's mind: everyone else was running. If the toad-beast decided to unleash a second, closer screech as it gave chase, Verity would have certainly been popped like a microwaved egg. Plus, the thing had six eyes. It was probably good at seeing things.

Maive made her escape plan. She'd throw Verity on her shoulders and dash for safety with her. Better to run than crushed like an ant under foot.

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Surprise mid-week update.

This is mostly for me to not have to do answers for every question and change the scene (and also to free your characters if you want to do another post before I do the full update on Sunday).

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Yasu's question was understandable. After all, curiosity was why Mel wanted the book in the first place.

"It should be fine to read. Relics are fairly inert without intent." Mel paused to recall something. "If you feel enthralled by what you read or the book contains directions, put it down and stop thinking about it. Do not, under any circumstance, do what the book tells you to do."

Niid's question was slightly less understandable. Asking Mel why she wanted a book was like asking a fisherman why they wanted a rod. She didn't need it, but she wanted it. Mel refrained from immediately calling him daft.

"If I knew what was in the book, I'd have less interest. Relics are usually quite old and tend to spawn from objects with history. Let's go with a chronicle of the past for now. I'll give you a full answer when it reaches my hands."

Cam's question was the most critical out of all of them. Did they have to interact with Honest?

"I'll do you one worse. She'll be coming along with you. If this rumour found its way to me, then it likely found its way to some Hylics. Let Honest deal with any other parties who are interested in the book."

Mel reached under her desk and fumbled around. After some time, she dragged out a metal suitcase and place it on top of her desk.

"If you don't wish to carry it, throw it at Honest and tell her to. If she tries to backtalk you, just tell her I said to do it."