OwO

Expedition to Isekai

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Her body was battered and bruised. Her mind was dulled by the rising heat. The continuing warmth. The drumming beat of her heart. Her solution to the situation was uncharacteristically straightforward. No gadgets or gimmicks. She didn't have her tools with her to make anything.

No, her plan was simple. It was a practical proof of Newton's theories. With Maki being flung off--a proof that students made sub-par bull-riders--everything was in place. Her body rolled off the branches that held her.

Like a needle, her body oriented itself in the air. She was feet first and aimed directly at the bearwolf restrained by man and morsel. A well timed blow. That was all she needed. It was David vs Goliath. Though, there were a little too many Davids per Goliath to make that comparison.

"Rin bomb." She muttered to herself. The energy to yell it escaped her, somehow.

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So that's like, one action from Yasu, ya? Short post either way.

@ERode

Yea, one action (nut shotting the ringleader) if you want to treat the stabbing the trapeze as a flavour thing. If you want to treat it like a full on, second attack after chopping it down, holler back.

Decibitus

Lucian

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~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

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With his rear firmly implanted into drywall, Lucian was now folded into the wall. Thankfully, Vera's actions had spared him from being splayed into a violently mutilated wall ornament. He was still a wall ornament, but he didn't have his skull torn open. He definitely broke the bottom two of his ribs and probably cracked a few more. His body usually didn't bend that way. It was like one of those schoolyard rumours where people had them removed, except this time it was violently percussive to fold him into a wall.

His moneymaker was thankfully safe. His face had escaped the carnage. Lucian didn't really know what would happen if his skull was torn open. Would he wake up in Decibitus as though he had died again? Would he just be standing their with his face looking like a half-eaten pastry? Would his soul be banished to a true death?

It was a good thing he wasn't thinking of any of that.

Beyond the pain, something had attracted his attention:

Monkeys.

Even though they lacked the cymbals and funny little hats, the mere presence of them stole his attention.

However, Lucian had to make his choice. Help Vera or go after the monkeys. It wasn't like they were carrying Celeste in some kidnapping. No, they were just leading her.

Which, to Lucian, did not mean it was a kidnapping.

Popping out of the wall and ignoring the pain, Lucian half-stumbled and half-charged at the dragon. On his way, he picked up his pool cue. This time, however, he was swinging. He'd repay Vera for cutting off the dragon's tail and saving his precious face.

Expedition to Isekai

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Soaring through the air, Rin was reminded of something. She always wanted to make that glider. She wanted to fly in the sky. What was the reason again? She wanted to survey the land. Right, that was it. Surveying the land. Not looking through a screen at satellite images. Not walking around and measuring with sticks. Looking down at it with her own eyes.

Twelve meters wasn't very high up, but Rin could make a conclusion. Flight kind of sucked. Losing her tools kind of sucked. Everything kind of sucked.

Her thoughts shut down as she smashed against the trunk of the tree and was caught by its branches. It hurt. Actually, did it hurt? It wasn't like any pain she normally had. It felt like her blood was welling and pooling. Gathering. Her back, her arms, her legs, her head. They all held. The buzzing kept her conscious. Or was the collision not enough to rob her of her consciousness in the first place?

She took breaths looking down at the wolf. She couldn't just jump down, could she? Not while Maki was riding the beast. It wasn't like she had anything left to throw besides her own body, either. Rin just needed to bide her time. Be ready to strike.

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

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The frog's blast of force stole Maive's breath. It was much too powerful. Bashing her head against a palm trunk didn't help. Verity's initial blow to her skull probably made things worse. Her ears rang and her vision was troubled. However, she did not die. Even though the trunk had splintered and exposed its inner timber, Maive survived. Was it the blessing the visage that lent her its strength? Was it dumb luck? She couldn't tell.

Oh how she wanted to sleep off her disorientation. Do the exact opposite of what a doctor would recommend. Just close her eyes and drift off to sleep.

Verity wouldn't have any of that, so it would seem.

With her face grasped by Verity, she had no option but to listen to what Verity's mind called a pep talk. The dizziness seemed to compound on this. She had no option but to look Verity directly in her beady little eyes.

"A magic roach!?" She exclaimed in utter confusion. Well, she just had to do what Verity said, didn't she? Use wind to fly around. Punch a hole through its belly. Give the roach a palm-and-airy emblem-ism or whatever it was called.

Grasping onto the tree trunk, she rose from her position. Her eyes still didn't work right. Her brain hurt. She still had that obnoxious buzzing in her ears. They all had to be safe. They couldn't be safe until the frog was dead. Simple motivation. That's all she needed.

Wind spun and collected behind her, yet dispersed as she was unable to properly focus.

But it was not of her own hand that the toad fell. Some tried to distract the toad, actions with extraordinarily bad prospects. Others fell to fear, an understandable reaction to the first confrontation of their youthful immortality. One uttered familiar words. Words that Maive had instinctively uttered. Words that Verity tried to copy. Words that brought about the impossible. Though Daniel had said something different, the meaning was the same.

Daniel's mist had decayed the frog to sea foam, its death throes ineffective. It was over. Until the next headcount, at the very least.

"Oh..." Maive said as her voice quieted, "I'm glad...

In relief and exhaustion, Maive collapsed onto Verity. Whether or not Verity would catch her was a mystery for the ages.

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Yasu was personally going to drop down with the Trapeze lad, with the intent of stabbing it on the way down so that when it hit the stage, it'd like, crack open like a walnut or something. Just didn't write the stabbing cause I didn't know if it would actually drop or not.

Anyhow, will post later on this week, to let others do hijinks first.

@ERode

You can write that in as a free flavour thing if you want, it just won't do much compared to having its legs-equivalent chopped off (if you do it for flavour). It's much too gooey and malleable to be nut-busted.

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With people being revealed, combat proper has started. I don't know if I have anything to add in this OOC update besides Nils still having the option of a sneak attack.

The car's trait is revealed (rip the realest of the clown homies) and you get a little clue on what one of the ringleader's traits are. How mysterious!

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CLEANERS Honest Tough Love: Refuses to act unless ??? or ??? Yasu Cam Nils Emma	TARGET LIST Lion-headed Ringleader [HEALTHY] [2] Beast of Rage: ??? ???: ??? Half-Man Sized Car [UPTURNED] [1] Clown Car: If possible, creates another clown. Elephant-headed Unicyclist [HEALTHY] [1] Elephant-headed Trapeze [DISMEMBERED] [1?] Clown with Accordion Arms Clown with Oversized Axe Clown with Undersized Mallet Clown Covered in Party Poppers
Special characters have special qualities that may be hidden until they become apparent. Undetected characters can freely act until detected, but can only take one action that would reveal them.	Elite entities require multiple actions to fell and have special (possibly unknown) characteristics. Greater entities may require multiple actions to fell. Lesser entities can be slain by a single action. Destroyed entities are usually out of the fight [state] denotes their current state and [#] denotes how many actions they can perform each round. > {Name} denotes who the enemy is currently focusing on.

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With a swift cut of the blade, the trapeze had been wrested from its ceiling domain. It plummeted to the ground, its natural fortitude preventing damage from the fall. The stage was a different story as the trapeze's body created an indent. The trapeze didn't move in response; it required a brief moment to recover.

The supernatural did not conventionally have brains, but they were still beholden to the concept. If a monster had a head, slicing it off would defeat it. Of course, that only held true if the monster didn't possess using qualities like false body parts and regeneration. Luckily for Yasu and Emma, this was a case of a simple monster. The mind of the trapeze, if mind was even the appropriate word for it, was contained within the dangling body.

If they managed to--or even wanted to--grasp the limp length of sinew that now helplessly dangled from the roof, they could dangle above the stage out of reach. However, the falling party streamers and lumps of flesh signified that the sinew would not last long.

The performance was ruined. That's what the expression of the ringleader's face said. It warped and contorted with rage and anger. Its previous disgust at the troupe's lack of audience seemed to be nothing in comparison. The whip cracked as the ringleader swung it. This time, it slashed a deep gouge on the stage. It would stop these interlopers from ruining its performance. It approached Yasu as a quiet growl escaped its lips. The difference in height became apparent with each step; the ringleader was approximately two Yasu tall.

The unicyclist had chosen a different target. Not swayed by an innate rage, it had chosen to violently throw its pins at Emma with a remarkable lack of accuracy.

Reckless brutality was enough to silence the accordion clown. Cam's choice to bite down the neck of the axe clown wasn't the best. What flooded her mouth was not the familiar taste of blood, flesh, and evil. What she had tasted was spoiled cream and mouldy pastries. It wasn't poison, but it was still not pleasant for someone who one job away from eating the finest the district had to offer.

But there was one thing Cam's violence missed: the true reason why the clowns were trying to upturn the car.

A rumbling came in front of the bestial cleaner. The innards of the car groaned and creaked. The doors rattled as something tried to emerge. Suddenly, it stopped. A brief moment of silence before the door violently swung open. A clown covered in party poppers had been launched towards Cam.

A supernatural car that lacked eyes, of course, could not aim. The party-popper clown flew above her by a few feet and did what it does best: exploded in a shower of red mist and confetti as it struck the ground behind her.

At first, the mallet clown was as distracted as Cam was. Bewilderment turned to scorn as tears (blue paint, rather) began to flow from its glassy eyes. It swung violently at Cam, its surprisingly quick little swings only diminished by the fact that its arms and choice of weapon were too small to even scrape her skin. Cam could have simply stuck her hand on the clown's forehead to completely stop his reckless advance.

Poor mallet clown.

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Also I'll update tomorrow, most likely.

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Going down with Yasu's all good! I'm sure OwO will tell us later what would've happened if we stayed in the stinky room with the finger of death. Cause I do need my curiosity sated.

@Vertigo

IN DUE TIME SINCE IT'S STILL RELEVANT