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Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

The "other side" of hamon is vampirism.

Worlds of Disney

Cassim and Iago

Iago continued to look upon their new acquaintances sheepishly, even giving an exaggerated nervous smile as the kids suggested various ways that he could be eaten. Cassim wouldn't let them do that to him, right? No, of course not. And since the tall skeleton man didn't seem to be all that menacing anymore, more curious really, and was keeping the kids in line, Iago turned his expression to a disdainful scowling at them. "Just try it and see what you get, ya garbage pail rejects," he said, lifting up his wings like a boxer. He was quite enjoying their utter awe at Cassim's sleight of hand, and that let him feel superior for a moment.

Cassim chuckled at the Pumpkin King's general reactions and giddiness. "Yes, that is why people are afraid," he uttered with friendly sarcasm, handing back the cufflink to his new skeletal acquaintance. So this... Man? Knew of him? Books in a library describing the legendary King of Thieves? Cassim felt both pride and a pang of disappointment. After all, if he were doing his job correctly there wouldn't be any trace to put into a book. Then again, where's the fun in that?

"My companion and I are merely travelling for fun, oh lord of All Hallow's Eve. If we happen to discover some treasure along the way, well then who could blame us if we indulge?" he added with a wink. "Though it sounds as though the circumstances that led you here are the telltale markings of an adventure all their own."

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

I'm not a friend to anybody already in this thread, though I am acquainted with knifeman. Just a lurker who has been keeping up on things.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Much as I'd love to participate, I've got far too much on my plate as it stands. That said, there's not very many details provided as to what the story is to be apart from a group of stand users traveling for a specific goal. Heck, not even what that goal is. I'd like some more details as to what you're planning. I might be following this game just to keep up with it.

That all aside, do you plan to inject any unique mechanics/powers/thingamajigs to this game to help give it its own identity, a la hamon/spin/rokakaka/rock people?

World of Light

Courier 6 and Ratchet

Level 4 - (31/40) EXP (+2), Level 4 - (1/40)
Location: Castle Interior
Word Count: 998
Ratchet Level Up!
Second Wind - While suffering heavy, life-threatening injuries that should result in death, Ratchet gets a few precious extra moments to act. If he's able to kill one enemy before succumbing to death, he receives a sudden healing surge, putting him back into fighting shape in a flash! A benefit from having the spirit of Zer0.

Ratchet eagerly followed the princess into the kitchen, where a number of those mushroom headed people were hard at work, along with a fairly normal looking human woman. To his surprise, the princess herself began getting in on the hard work of preparing a feast. It kind of blew his mind to see royalty getting their hands dirty, but it was clear this was far from the first time Peach had taken the time to prepare a meal herself. She was a natural in the kitchen. Ratchet appreciated the sentiment, but couldn’t help feeling just a bit uncomfortable, so he nervously scratched the back of his head. Tora got in on the action too, helping out on Peach’s orders after getting a nice little snack of some sort of fruit. The lombax was about to speak up when Mario and Geno entered the kitchen, stealing away the princess’s attention. It seemed like she knew them, and was very close to Mario at the least.

The three exchanged some words, then Peach was back to giving attention to Tora, leaving Ratchet to feel like an extra wheel. He tried to interject a couple times, but didn’t find a good point to say anything. Not that he had all that much to say in the situation. With a shrug, he finally added in, ”I can help too. I’m better with machines than food, but I guess that’s just the sort of sacrifice a hero is expended to make.” Whatever task he was assigned, either by Princess Peach or by Cooking Mama, he was happy to oblige.

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Back in the throne room, the Courier walked side by side with Din. The red haired dancer didn’t seem to be heading toward the kitchen or any kind of dining hall, but rather toward the castle garden. The Courier guessed that she was rather in a bit of a hurry then? He did say it could wait until after they ate, but then again food probably wouldn’t be ready for a few minutes. Yeah, her way was probably for the best. At least if he had something to do he could take his mind off the painful pounding in his head. Thud. Thud. Thud. Ah, god dammit all to Hell.

That’s when Din caught him completely off guard, asking for his name before offering her own. Oh, that’s right, he had never introduced himself when they woke up back on that hill, did he? She had already told her name back at the beginning though, so her memory was faulty. At least, that’s the way he saw things.

”My name is unimportant,” he said rather plainly. He paused a moment to pick up his rawhide hat that had come off during the fight against that evil Bowser. ”I’m just a courier. I travel places, delivering packages, mail, anything really. Just a lonesome drifter who leaves town as soon as he finds it.”

He listened to her speak rather melancholically about their fallen comrades. She didn’t talk like someone who knew conflict, pain, or death. It was… Puzzling. To he who lived a life full of strife, pain, and killing, it was a difficult concept to understand. He could never relate to this woman, no matter how hard he wanted to. ”In the Mojave, you have breakfast with your best friend, and by lunch you’re mourning them,” he spoke matter of factly. ”My world is different from this hodgepodge mishmash, but no less dangerous. Maybe moreso. Living day to day is a struggle for most folk. If the wildlife isn’t eating you, the raiders are killing you for your stuff. If you fight off the raiders, you still have to deal with the desert sun and radiation poisoning. Death is just a fact. So I… Can’t be affected by this the same way as you.”

He let that hang in the air for a second before continuing. ”Course, we still fight like hell. To get by, to survive, to live for a better tomorrow. Others die so we can carry the torch. It’s the same here, with Zer0 and Gaige. Their spirits still live on, pushing us to succeed.” To emphasize, he lifted up the Revolution, the machine gun Gaige’s spirit had become. ”Zer0 the assassin. Gaige, the mechromancer. They called themselves Vault Hunters. True badasses. They won’t let death stop them, and neither will I. I already crawled back from Hell once.”

Suddenly they found themselves in the garden. The flora of this place was so lush and green, like back in Vault 22. That place had more greenery than he’d even thought could exist in the world. Of course, just like the rest of the wasteland, it was a mere mirage of peace of prosperity, ready to kill at the drop of a pin. But this, this place felt entirely different. Peaceful. The fauna was unusual, green dinosaur like creatures, more of those rabbit like things that resembled Mario and the princess, a couple creatures made of some sort of fabric, and all manner of bizarre, strange mutant like critters. Nothing seemed to be aggressive or inherently bad though, so the Courier paid them all no mind, instead opting to answer Din’s final question.

”Uh… Samples? Um…” Courier 6 rooted around in his bag for some trace of what he was looking for. Damn, he had used up all his supplies to make more alcohol and chems before. If he had anything, it’d only be the dregs. After some thorough rummaging, the Courier was able to produce only small shavings of the plants he was after: a bit of root bristle from a xander root, a single petal from a broc flower, just a smidge of fungus, the peel of a yucca banana, and a cactus flower. ”I hope these are good enough?”

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Leonard watched the show with a mixed interest. He wanted to be fully invested in the goings on of the stage from an audience perspective, but being here on business put a damper on that. Because of this, he was neither as entertained as he would have liked, nor as observant as he would have been. Sloppy, that's what this ordeal had made him. Ah, what the hell. He could afford to relax a minute and enjoy it, couldn't he?

Then they called for Mieke's participation, and a switch flipped in the back of Leonard's mind, bringing him to full attention once again. No way could that have been a coincidence! How many dozens or hundreds of people were seated here, and they just so happened to randomly pick the young girl who had seen them earlier and discovered they were stand users? Leonard didn't buy it for a single solitary nanosecond. Mieke needed to be protected, for the good of the mission, but they couldn't just interrupt proceedings either. In a quick flurry, Leonard tore a piece of paper from his notebook and quickly sketched the first symbol that came to mind. It was sloppy, but it would have to do. The Celtic rune for "guardian angel." Hopefully being done in such a rush didn't hamper its ability, or give Free Bird alternate interpretations. Quickly he shoved the paper in front of Mieke's face before she left her seat, making certain she saw the symbol and took in the power of Free Bird.

Leonard then crumpled the paper and stashed it in his pocket. Only time would tell what happened now.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

O-Chul continued pounding into Sam's body in a lightning fast flurry, each strike becoming two in the patented method of muay thai combat. Sam's insides were quickly getting bruised as the force pressed through his skin, beginning to damage the blood vessels and muscles, but this had a price. The Asian fighter was so confident in his power, so focused on smashing through Sam's well built body, that he failed to notice the slower man's movements, like when you take your eyes off of something figuring it to be of no concern, only to realize too late it crept up on you whilst paying it no attention. The larger man's grip was painful to O-Chul, who let out a gruff rasp of pain. The surprise, the powerful fingers pressing into the meat of his shoulders, prevented him from being able to properly escape the grapple. Instead he did what he had been doing all along: Go on the offense. He met Sam's kick with a sharp knee strike, focused on Sam's shin. "K̄hīpnāwuṭh phin!" he shouted as his knee connected with Sam's leg. A burning hot spear of dark blue chi radiated forward on contact, burning through Sam's clothes and deep into his flesh. The attack had not only penetrated his normally unbreakable skin, but it still carried the blunt force of a muay thai knee strike, which didn't feel too good either.

For his own troubles, the attack didn't stop the pure force of Sam's kick, which sent O-Chul flying across the street. He collided with asphalt and went rolling back, bouncing twice before ultimately landing on his butt. With a rather pained expression, his got back up with a noticeable limp. He took another fighting stance, but kept his injured leg off the ground. You didn't need to be a doctor to tell that Sam's kick had torn up his knee real bad. "Nice. It's been a while since Anybody but the boss has been able to punish me like this. Don't tell me you're all done, giant man, because I'm just getting started!"

Meanwhile, the Swedish woman shot forward to strike at her Native American opponent with a caution about her, testing his reaction and instigating her own reaction accordingly. First, a quick boxing jab to his outstretched hand to test the waters. Pull back if it looks like he is ready to counter. Her hand moved closer and closer, yet Pacho didn't seemed to move himself. It was only a split second, but the time to perform a counterattack had already passed by, he missed his chance. Or at least, that's what the situation would have been against any other opponent. In a flash crackling energy manifested from his outstretched hand, chi taking the form of vibrant yellow electricity, which in turn took shape in the form of a tomahawk. In a single fluid motion Pacho yanked down, the underblade of the electric tomahawk catching onto Naja's wrist as though it were made of something physical, throwing her off balance. In the same movement, he slid his position around her by 90 degrees, now facing toward the South. In an instant his conjured weapon fizzled from existence, causing no real damage on its own and having only lived for less than a second, just long enough for that single movement.

"East to position, South for power. Southern Boar Strike!" With his other hand, Pacho brought down a powerful forearm strike to Naja's upper back, just below the neck. Had he used this much force on one of those Tunnel Snakes, they'd have been KOed in a single move. Luckily Naja was made of tougher stuff, but she could not afford to let this man's unusual style and ability catch her off guard like that again.

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O-Chul: Special Technique Discovered - K̄hīpnāwuṭh phin: Translation "Pin Missile." O-Chul forms a powerful, piercing spear of chi from his knees for a crippling, piercing blow.

Pacho: Fighting Style clue - Has ability to create hard matter electric weapons from chi to facilitate attacks, but they only last a fraction of a second.

Worlds of Disney

Cassim and Iago

Cassim paid close attention as the skeleton and his three child-like companions introduced themselves, whilst Iago struggled in futility against Cassim's grip. This Jack fellow seemed to be friendly enough, even a bit jovial in his tone, and spoke of a tradition the King of Thieves had heard of in the West: Halloween. He even claimed the title of Pumpkin King, something which the Arabian man thought very interesting. He had heard of only one tale surrounding Halloween involving some Jack and pumpkins.

"The Pumpkin King you say? Might you be the Jack I've heard stories of, who trapped the devil in a tree for immortality, and in response was forced to wander eternally as Jack-o-lantern?" he asked, taking Jack's hand. True, this Jack was a skeleton and no pumpkin-turned-lantern was around, but myths and legends often had a way of being muddled over time. That was the difficulty of oral traditions, and it made treasure hunting a particular kind of challenging.

"This is all very fun but Cassim, buddy, friend, don't you think it'd be just a wee bit smart to GET THE HECK OUTTA H-mrfgle." Cassim silenced Iago by holding the bird's beak shut, and shot him the sort of look a parent would give a small child to be stern.

"Apologies for my friend's rudeness. We wouldn't want to attract the attention of the locals now, would we Iago?" Iago eyed the skeleton, then Zero the ghost dog, then back to Cassim. He made an audible gulp, but could say nothing. Cassim turned his attention to the three children, launching questions back to back. "His name is Iago. He is a magic bird, but not good for much, I'm afraid." Iago shot him a dirty look, which he mentally chuckled at. "And you have the honor of standing in the presence of the King!"

Cassim proceeded to bow as low as he was able, while still mounted to his horse. As he straightened back up, he held up cuff link, which came from Jack's suit. "Of Thieves!"

Iago shook his head nervously, whispering into Cassim's ear. "I know you like to be dramatic and all, but do you really think it's a good idea to advertise that fact to a bunch of monsters?"

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

"Looks like we've got some challengers. Good. I was hoping my day wasn't going to be wasted." The tattooed man glanced to his companion, Pacho. "I'll give you first pick, buddy."

The Native man looked between the two fighters, Sam and Naja, very closely. Then his eyes settled on one, and he uncrossed his arms long enough to point at them. "You," he spoke very curtly, addressing Naja. Pacho moved around to face her directly before taking a fighting stance, facing his chosen opponent from the East. Interestingly, the stance he had taken was one the fighters would recognize as the stance of a knife fighter, or perhaps someone holding a club, yet he held no weapons. Even his hand was loose in the way one would be when gripping a weapon.

"I guess you would pick her," the Asian man shrugged. "Yeah, big guy wouldn't be too good for you, I imagine. Lucky for me I can break through walls like him." He stood facing Sam, taking his own stance, one much more easily recognized than his companion's: he was definitely a practitioner of muay thai.

"I'm guessing you're not much of one for acrobatic movement, am I right big guy? So we'll just have to see how long it takes for your defenses to crumble. Something tells me you won't die as easy as my last sparring partner." The Asian man sudden jet forward at great speed rivaling Naja's own boosting ability, but strangely enough he didn't move a muscle. It was as though he were somehow gliding just barely, imperceptibly, above the ground. In a flash he was upon Sam, unleashing a number of strikes from his fist and elbows, each punch folding into an arm attack. The strikes carried with them a piercing force. They weren't breaking Sam's skin, but they still hurt.

Meanwhile, Pacho hadn't made a move toward Naja, holding his position steadfast. His focus was unbroken by his partner's fight. It was as though only he and his opponent existed in a white void, and he would not make the first move.

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O-Chul: Style discovered - Muay Thai
Special Technique discovered - Shadow Glide: The user maintains their stance and becomes lighter than air, propelled forward by the power of their chi.

Pacho: ???

Worlds of Disney

Cassim and Iago

Cassim rode at a slow, pleasant trot through the streets of Paris, streets that were growing increasingly empty as the sun dipped down below the horizon. The King of Thieves kept his promise, allowing Iago to ride atop his shoulder. He had had all the fun he figured that little game was worth anyway. Now it was time to find some new fun in an old city, to see what had changed in the last ten or so years it had been since he'd set foot here. If things were not radically different, it could still be a wild, romantic land... With a deathly intolerant side hiding just beneath the facade of cheer.

"Hey look!" Iago began, gesturing to a nearby storefront. "A baker! What'dya say ol' buddy? Up for pilfering a bit of bread to split?"

Cassim shook his head, eyeing the baker warily as they shut their doors, clearing staring back at the thief and bird with prejudice. "They've done nothing to deserve it, and times are not as hard as they were in my youth. We can afford whatever meals we need." Iago shrugged in a "couldn't hurt to ask" sort of manner as Cassim continued. "Besides, Iago, Paris is someplace we must be vigilant. This place has a history with foreigners such as ourselves, especially those with darker skin and connections to magic. Real or perceived."

"Ya don't say?" the bird responded, leaning on one wing like a shoulder, clearly only paying the minimum amount of attention required.

"I do. Even as recently as only a few years ago, the Romani people were burned at stakes in the name of their God. They were believed to be untrustworthy liars, thieves-" he gestured toward himself, then back to Iago. "-and practitioners of dark magic."

This caught Iago's attention, who loudly gulped in fear. "Well then, eh, um... Polly want a cracker? Grawk?"

"Now you're getting it," Cassim nodded.

"Just one thing, then. If these people are so paranoid about magic and whatnot, how do you explain something like that?!"

Iago gestured to a dark alleyway, drawing Cassim's gaze. Something was darting around the shadows, but it didn't look normal. Still, it was difficult to make out the details, so Cassim directed his horse a bit closer, grabbing a lit lantern torch from the street. Once a bit closer, the thing turned out to in fact be several things. Three children, carried inside a large porcelain bathtub which appeared to be... Moving? And a, uh. Hm. Er, well.

"I see what ya mean, Cassim. Clearly these people have a lot to be afraid of what with the whole GIANT SKELETONS WALKING AROUND! I'M OUTTA HERE!"

As Iago attempted to flee, the natural reflexes of his human companion reached out and caught the parrot by his tail, preventing Iago from truly fleeing. "Fascinating," he breathed out in wonder. He had held the Hand of Midas, stared a giant, city sized turtle in the eye, befriended a genie, and met many a magical creature in his time. There was no fear for this. Only excitement. "I do hope you're not absconding with these children, skeleton-creature. It would be a pity to dirty my cloak in a fight after such a nice day of riding."