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Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Aurel Fuchs // Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Courtroom
Aurels Interactions:: Monokuma (@Ammokkx)
Hisakawas Interactions:: Yukimori (@xxlanatjexx)

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"Yukimori has a good point," Hisakawa chimed in after ruminating to himself for the past few minutes, pressing a finger against the side of his cheek as he looked to the side. "Plus, even if we completely missed that, it just wouldn't make any sense on her part to do so," the finger on his cheek suddenly shot forward, pointing directly at the crowd, waggling his finger between the lot of them.

"It wouldn't make any sense for the killer to commit the crime in their own room. That's just... kind of stupid if you ask me." With a breathy sigh, Hisakawa leaned back, staring up at the flourished red curtains draped on the side; made him think of a stage instead of a courtroom.

Ricocheting back, bringing his finger up once again, "Though maybe we should try t-"

"Uh, I've got a question."

Before Hisakawa could finish, he was, surprisingly, interrupted by Aurel, who had been deathly silent and staring down at the podium ever since the trial started. He honestly suspected that there was a possibility it could of been Aurel, but he would save that reservation for another time, "Uh, sure Aurel, shoot."

Hisakawa watched as the thief sighed, closing his eyes as he brushed the hair out of his eyes, coldly frowning. He couldn't help but swear the guy shrugged before shaking his head; hard to tell if he was being rude or something.

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Oh god, he actually did it. Aurel could feel the blood rushing through his veins, pumping through every crevice of his body, his heart feeling as if it was going to jump out of his chest and run around this courtroom like a monkey on crack with a gun.

As he brushed the hair out of his eyes, he rolled his shoulders and shook his head, closing his eyes as he mentally steeled himself for what was to come next. Opening them once more, he gripped a fist before clearing his throat, "The question is actually for Monokuma," he uttered, pointing at the bear.

"Oh, uh, ok."

Aurel swore that Hisakawa felt a bit dejected after that and murmured a silent apology under his breath, turning to face the bear. "It has to do with the announcement you made when the body was found."

Retracting his arm and pursing his lips, the thief rested one arm on the back of one of his palms, pressing a finger to the side of his temple as he stared over to the side momentarily, before returning his gaze to the bear. "I want you to give me an explanation over how it works, no details spared."

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Ciaran

Florence, Italy || Shopping || Morning-Afternoon || Phil (@BCTheEntity), Sia (@Yankee@Yankee)

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Ciaran couldn't help but roll his eyes as Phil made light of the situation, though as much as he really wanted to grimace, he opted to just sigh before observing the are around him, gauging if anyone had even took notice of what had transpired before gazing back at the man with a burning look that was possibly hotter than five suns combined. "Yeah, unlikely to run into one, sure," the mans greenness was showing, but then again, he never told Phil his real job, outside of just keeping an eye on areas that had possible stand activity.

"That might be true for regular people, however," Ciaran moved the slews of baggage to one arm, turning his walk into an awkward balancing act as he barely avoided careening off to the side before pointing an index and middle finger gun at him, "from what I can recall, the researchers back at SORE did have a statistic that there is a ninety-six point three percent chance that stand users will encounter another stand user."

Ciaran touted his free hand like a cowboy preparing to gun down a whole horse before squealing as he lost a bit of balance, tipping the clothes over so they would fall into his other arm once more, nullifying the actions of his stand. "Just to point out, this statistic comes from over twenty years of research, so I would cull that mindset... also, there's the fact that I've been at this longer than you, just wanted t'point that out."

With a huff and a pout, Ciaran shrugged before jutting his chin out into his clothes, somewhat obscuring his vision once more, "Anyways, lets drrrrrrop this stuff off and grab some lunch! Say, whadya' feelin' today?"

Before he could receive a proper response, something or someone had collided into Ciaran, causing the swathes of clothing and boxes to comically shoot into the air before they all landed, splayed and scattered around the vicinity; of course, this also resulted in Ciaran and the other person to topple to the floor with a whumph.

The man didn't groan for long as he shook his head and brushed off his hair as if they had been infested with cobwebs for one-hundred years before blinking. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; his eyes widened, jaw dropping, almost quivering if you will, as he stared across from him. "OH NOOOOOOO!"

The effeminate shriek reverberated through the mall, the palm of one hand plastered on the side of his face, the other hand shooting outward, wide open, almost like a claw as he exaggeratedly twist and shook it around. "MY DESIGNER BRAND CLOTHES!"

Instead of going up to help the girl, Ciaran was back on his feet in an instant, bolting for all the items he had just purchased and plucking them like a vulture devouring carrion. Funny enough, the speed he was going at would put Phil’s stand to shame as he began collecting all his scattered brands purchases.

Strangely enough, as he did this, there seemed to be a strange, thin red crystal painfully jutting out of the side of his hand as he continued to do this. Ciaran didn't seem to react to it, however, as he was preoccupied with reacquiring everything he had just 'lost.'

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

A few minutes earlier. With a nod and a mirthful smile, pivoting around and dashing to the area where the wall was weak enough to be breached. It was only a couple of seconds as the battle passed on by, but he seemed to block it out as he swiftly set it up, raising an eyebrow at the powder, blinking before looking back to the side, his eyes scaling up and to the sides of the walls. Clicking the roof of his mouth he returned his gaze to the crafted explosive, recalling that they were instructed about needing a small spark. Sounded simple enough in his head as he planted his sword into the dirt and knelt near the base of the powder. Wickedly smiling, he began to snap his fingers; instead of utilizing flint and tinder like was requested, he decided to deviate just a bit and began snapping his fingers. A few of his allies nearby waiting for the breach possibly would of been confused at what he was doing, or more than likely didn't care, until he stood up, flicking his hand for a bit before snatching up his sword and backing off from the wall, "Back it up!" In a few seconds, the fuse fizzled, the powdered concoction sputtering and spewing before blasting away the deteriorating wall, causing a few chunks of stone, dust, and debris to fly in their general direction, but most of it flew inside. Einar took one step forward before briefly stopping for a second, the dust slowly settling as an eager Artemisia stepped up to the forefront and flung a spell at their assailants, but not before tilting his head as he eyed the pretty magi, chuckling at her theatrics. Of course, the spell did kick up a bit of debris and dust, but not enough to obscure his vision as he held up an arm an winked, looking back in the off chance that anything did occur. He barely caught a glimpse of the amorphous, bubbling cacophony of dark energy before it detonated. Once it was over, she barked her own commands, stating they were still reeling. "And I thought the blast powder we got was the actual bombshell," Einar commented as he flew right past her, looking behind at her with a wry smile on his lips as he twirled his sword, "try not to bring the whole keep down." The smidgen of time was enough to spare, but not a second more as his eyes shifted around to the now dazed and befuddled brigands, swinging and bobbing around, holding their heads like they had a bad hangover. As Einar entered the fray once more, his eyes shifted once again, blinking as he swapped between both of the downed brigands before making a snap judgement. While both appeared to be disarmed, one of the two appeared to have specialized gauntlets on, with modifications on it that could possibly shatter a few bones or two with enough applied pressure. Einar could only shudder as he approached the puglist, looking to swiftly end this confrontation on while they had the upper hand. Kicking the man in the chest, hoping to knock him down before he could completely collect his bearings. Once he did that, Einar leveled his sword at the bandits neck before thrusting forward, looking to pierce it in one fell swoop. Whether he was successful or not, Einar briefly remembered he did have allies, and peered behind him. He noticed a familiar face in this small team as he raised an arm up and pointed a finger directly at the door. "Kyran, funnel any bandits that come through that door! Don't let any in!"

_________________________ Status: Clear! Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Experience 45/115 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action Critical Hitting a Puglist Supporting Alnard (@Sho Minazuki) Artemisia (@Lugubrious) Kyran (@CriticalHit)

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

From the looks of it, they had managed to pierce through the front gates, though the commotion down south gave him some pause, before looking directly at the keep. He recalled his reports out this place being pretty decrepit, swarming with bandits, and needing to be repaired due to multiple weak points. Einar sighed, his chest rising as he flicked the wrist holding his sword, staining the grass with crimson droplets as they flew off the blade. He didn't plan to rest, but he did do what he considered to do best besides wield a sword - observe, and thankfully his eyes were as keen as his ears as conflict occurred to the south of him. Resuming a combative stance, Einar looked to the ensuing skirmish down south, only for some of it to be resolved. As the mercenary was about to dart south to assist, he stood still, instead whipping his head to look at something north of him. From a brief observation, he observed that the integrity of the keep appeared to be weakened in a certain area, worn and eroding with a few holes here and there; hell, he could possibly see in side if he got closer. He could see inside. Einar blinked, quickly looking to the blast powder he currently had, followed back to the wall, and the conflict transpiring at the entrance to the keep, cycling through this one more time before smirking and bobbing his head up and down. There was a plan being concocted in his mind at this moment as each information and item were thrown into the mix, all being brewed together as he pivoted around, facing the general direction of Alnard. "Alnard," he bellowed, sprinting towards the prince like a jubilant school girl, his sword being a perfect substitute for the girls drooling dog as it splattered all over the area indiscriminately. "Er, Alnard, sir, we might be able to breach through a wall north of here with the blast powder," Einar exclaimed, turning and pointing in the general direction. "If you bring a small group of people, we could easily infiltrate the fortress, possibly disrupting the flow of battle for the bandits while simultaneously making it easier for the southern advance to take them out. Just a recommendation."

_________________________ Status: Breaching like a bee Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Blast Powder [1/1] Experience 45/115 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action N/A Supporting Alnard (@Sho Minazuki)

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Aurel Fuchs

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Location:: Fire Pit
Interacting With:: N/A

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Aurel was completely silent as he traversed to the site, trailing behind Taka as the shorter boy departed for the fire pit. The thief only really responded to these statements with a light bob of his head and what appeared to be a weak smile, though it probably would of looked like a smirk to anyone else evaluating the situation.

Despite being the one who initiated this all, Aurel stopped and sighed, staring upwards into the deep blue sky; thoughts drifted like the clouds above as he held his hand out, as if he were a pauper begging for a pence. As Taka went further and further along the main path, eventually disappearing from view, Aurel seem to remain stuck, held there by some invisible force which caused him to become no different than a statue.

Despite the crisp, chilly fall, no wind really blew, his heart sinking for a bit before he bit his lips before turning his head in the direction of the fire pit, no longer averting his gaze as he blinked for the first time in a couple of minutes.

"This is really happening, huh?"

Well, no reason to keep them all waiting, then again, they were probably just as ecstatic as he was as he rotated his head and stepped off the beaten road, taking a more direct approach towards the pit.

The trees masked his approach as he drew ever so closer to the crowd of accumulating students, being able to make out the figures past the obscuring branches, bushes, and foliage. Of course, as he arrived, instead of intermixing with the crowds, he chose to skulk in the shadow of the towering trees, observing them all as he nipped at his finger, astutely listening to any phrases they might say - if they even said anything at all!

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Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Cabins
Interacting With:: Ayu (@Ammokkx)

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Hisakawa jumped at the first ding, feeling the hairs stand up on his back before going back down, hands flying off his face as he looked up and then back to the lifeless body of Fuduka. He could only really stare before shaking his head, pressing his fingers against his forehead.

This was completely ridiculous, asinine even; just what brand of reality was sane enough to require him to mull over and determine who was the culprit with the rest of these apathetic 'Ultimates.' There was a tumultuous amount of emotions surging within him right now, leaving him no room for reality right now, till Usui brought him back with that same, monotonous voice.

"Scared? N-no, I'm not scared, I'm fine," he was lightly shaking his hands, "y-yeah... I'm fine." Hisakawa's voice trailed off as his eyes shifted to Fuduka one last time before switching back to Usui.

Standing up, he followed right beside her, silent as they went to the fire pit together. On arrival, Hisakawa lingered only here or there, keeping close to Usui for the most part. While this all felt somber, a few decided to chat it up for a brief moment, but honestly, he had no real answers as he inched away from the others.

"So, uh, Usui," he stammered, staring at his feet before looking at her, "wh-what about you, are you scared?"

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

That sounds good to me, wonder how we might encounter each other? inb4 a stand battle occurs. I wonder who has more experience, Ciaran or Caffe.

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Ciaran

Florence, Italy || Shopping || Morning-Afternoon || Phil (@BCTheEntity)

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Even with the brisk movements of the stand, Ciaran easily caught each and every movement as it struck specific points on each of his bags, small boxes, and such; helped that he could feel the places the stand bumped and tapped. It was simple to identify what he was doing, finding that he was targeting the more unstable portions of his impressive haul. He felt no different than Neo, as everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Once Phil finished showboating, he refrained from rolling his eyes, instead keeping that ditzy facade up as he gave a toothy smile and batted his eyes while gasping. "Oh my, why thaaaaank you Phil," he exclaimed with a light, silvery giggle as he buried his face into the clothing products for a second before he peaked with one eye out. That same smile was obscured, but the way he eyed the taller man was different.

Ciaran's eye appeared much more keener, blinking for a moment as if to readjust like a camera focusing in on a specific subject, glaring at him. Slowly, his face turned, revealing a smile dissimilar from before. Of course, it would be easy to claim that it was the same as before, but this smile didn't reach his eyes.

Following that he tilted his head, nestling his head on his clavicle, before saying "Phi-iil~," as coyly as he could before leaning over, getting in so close that he was absolutely certain he was invading his privacy at the moment.

Even if this was the case, Ciaran didn't care.

"Don't be so naive and use your stand like that, especially its ability," he dropped all pretenses as he whispered into the older mans ear, hissing between the crevices in his teeth as he glared at him with sheer vexation. "I know you're just playing along, but why did you do that? Don't answer that, there's no right answer besides you shouldn't of," he silently spoke to Phil before returning to his position, his smile faltering for a mere moment, never truly regaining that same affability, at least for right now.

"That's just reckless, especially since you brought it out in a public place. There could be other stand users here, as well as a lead on this case," he talked low enough for Phil to hear only, continuing to lecture him, "using it could potentially scare them off or give them knowledge about your stand and possibly its abilities, allowing them to possibly get the jump or exploit its weaknesses."

Ciaran sighed, shaking his head before his smile somewhat returned to normal, "Basically keep its appearance and usage to a minimum ,and only utilize it when necessary, do you understand?"

~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~

Alexander Furst

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Confidants:: Ava (@addamas), Hakuro, Laurence, Raven (@FalloutJack), Romani (@Sync))
Whereabouts:: The Metaverse
Day:: Friday Afternoon

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Alex continued to lay siege to the blobs surrounding them, warding them all off as he glared at them with a ginormous, toothy frown, canines gritting as he swapped between holding down the trigger at times and tapping it. Regardless, most of his hits were connecting to say the least as he whipped the gun, stopping the gunfire for a split second before unloading into the face of some creature, who deformed and contorted when assaulted, hissing and growling as it flew back.

He didn't even hear Ava's cry as she shrieked for him to lay waste to them all, only really acknowledging her presence when he tilted his head to the side while switching targets to check on the two, only to witness her slamming her leg into a blob, causing it to fly directly at the boy.

There was barely any time to dodge, but he managed to do so by leaning back and letting it fly pass his face. This, of course, had the added drawback of causing him to fall straight onto coccyx; pain surged through his entire body as he felt his behind go numb as he bounced a bit onto the pavement. This was a small price to pay, as instead of tending to the pain, he fired on, blowing the creatures back.

As he continued mindlessly firing at the creatures while sitting on the pavement, legs splayed as he moved from one target to the next, he was brought back by that hat boy, Hakuro, calling out to her. Apparently utilizing your mind and focusing could give you a weapon, and it was that simple apparently. What wasn't exactly accounted for was his gun running out of ammo.

*Click, click, click, click, click, click.*

Alex could only stare down, completely brought back to this macabre reality as the bilious green fog came into focus once more and the miasma thickened once more, as if threatening to choke the life out of him. Maybe it was fear. As soon as no bullets came on, his breathing became slower tightened as he turned his head, looking down the stairs, the entrance to the subway behind them.

However, it wasn't long before Alex caught a glimpse of three silhouettes, two in the shape of a human, another gliding beside them - a bird. Looks like she found Laurence and someone else who was dragged in. With renewed vigor, Alex slowly rose up as his eyes flickered around as the multitudes of misshapen creatures, with a few new figures that looked to be shuffling out of the corner out of his eye. Even with these threats being drawn in, he still didn't forget that large beast that was bounding for them all.

"Plan, plan, plan, I need a plan," this was constantly reverberating and repeating in his head. Even with the obvious, get to the subway and somehow escape, there were still too many issues, too many stragglers in the way. Sure, he might of caused most of them to back off, but they were relentless, starting to encroach and even had a few who started to reform.

They were looking to get in the way of those three, but he wasn't having any of that as he swapped his grip to the barrel and rushed at the reforming, amorphous, monochromatic blob before bashing at what he assumed to be its head. Following that assault, Alex quickly pivoted around, watching as another sphere attempted a round two and looked to slam into him, only for him to counter by batting it away, swinging his empty gun like an American Baseball player.

"Hey, hurry up, we don't have much time, these things are closing in on us," he shouted as he ducked his head, only for one of the hovering creatures to woosh right over, "I really hope what you said is right bird!"

As soon as the three ran by him, Alex would begin his own retreat towards the subway, bashing, smashing, and kicking his way like some arcade beat em' up protagonist until he and the others made it to safety.

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Ciaran

Florence, Italy || Shopping~ || Morning-Afternoon || Phil (@BCTheEntity)

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There was a tune, a rhythm on the roads of Florence that one young man was tapping to as he rapped his fingers on the impressive haul he made - shopping bags, boxes towering on top of each other, all filled with multitudes of brand items, from Gucci, Prada, Valentino, with the list going on. It was quite the surprise that Ciaran could even carry all of these items, let alone be able to watch where he was walking, but in his own peculiar way, he managed it.

Ciarans face looked to be obscured by the befuddling array of clothes and shoes he may or may of not of purchased with some of the funds he was given by the Speedwagon Enterprises, but he didn't let that possible trouble deter him, nor did he let this wall that was as tall as the man he was supervising prevent him from observing not only the new stand user, but the vicinity.

Alas, this all came to an end when Phil interjected, questioning if he had enough clothes, which resulted in Ciaran turning to face the man, his head no longer buried in the copious amounts of clothing as he coyly tipped his head to the side before a small quizzical frown formed, "Do I have enough clothes?"

He pondered this and from the way his eyes were flickering about, it could almost be mistaken that he was performing quantum physics over how to create a more fuel efficient rocket and looked at different avenues to work from...

"Now dooooo I?"

If you completely disregarded the sing-song voice he chirped out as he pursed his lips, before smirking slightly. "I dunno Phil, there are plenty of other stores I want to go to and these bags are reeeeaaaally getting heavy," Ciaran pouted, sticking his lip out and looking at the taller man with puppy dog eyes.

In reality, it really didn't burden him much, and the closest burden he would have right now is a financial one. While the Speedwagon Enterprises were paying for his room (and by proxy, Phils), he did have to purchase his own food. He would purchase some fine dining, but alas, even he had to make sacrifices such as this - designer brands and clothes or luxurious and delicious Italian food? The choice was, sadly, clear from the get go.

"Maybe I could get a big, strong man to ease my physical woes, my poor, poooooor arms can't taaaaaake this anymore," he teased, his toothy grin widening as he looked over at the guy and chuckled heartily to himself.

Even with the deceptively ditzy attitude, he still kept on high alert and was keenly aware of the environment around him. Even with his face stuffed in the clothes, he had been noting a couple of the more unassuming landmarks, observing people pass by him, etc. One woman dressed in Prada and a bright red specialty designer jacket with a golden gryphon layer over the red had passed them about 2.8 seconds ago and was now about 2.94 meters away. About 5 meters away, there were two men, gossiping and chattering about differing subjects, one of them mentioning about how their cousin was accosted by some Passione mafioso a few weeks ago into another town and that was just a small portion of it all; he could only thank heuristics as he sifted through the crowds while babysitting Phil.

After all, he needed to be ready to fight at the drop of a hat as his shadow rippled a bit, as if someone cast a pebble into a calm, unperturbed lake, mimicking Ciarans every movements.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

Sword or spear, stab or slash, it didn't matter; just as his blade found itself buried up to the hilt in the mans chest, he wasn't the one to end the brigands life - that fell to the Themysciran who accompanied Sumire. It was a bit gruesome to watch as the spear cut through a part of his head, but he couldn't deny the effectiveness of the assault as the man fell limp, axe tumbling to the beaten dirt path. Einar silently responded with a nod as he looked to the corpse and shoved it to the ground, pressing his foot on its stomach before yanking the blade out, now dyed with the crimson of the mans entrails. Just as he was about to go after another, he heard a silvery, feminine voice call out to him, prompting to pivot around, holding his sword up defensively only to see that it was the lovely foreign girl. Funny enough, her attitude was a bit coarse and if she was any less pretty, he probably would of spat sarcasm right back at her, but instead observed with a taut, somber stare. However, what he witnessed was something unlike anything he had seen before and he felt as light as the wind and was able to bring a subtle smile to his face. "So this was what I was feeling when I caught a glimpse of her back in Garleton," he pondered briefly as his smile widened and he slightly nodded as a response. He wasn't sure if his heart skipping was a part of the invigoration he felt, but he didn't feel like questioning it as he turned back around, dug his feet into the ground, and flew back into the fray. His eyes were on two targets as he soared forward, eyes on the archer and the well-dressed mercenary at the gates. With Trace engaging the archer and Kyran the mercenary, Einar briefly analyzed the situation before directing his blade towards the archer. Tossing the blade into his left hand, he held the weapon out, aiming for the enemies back, primarily targeting their spine. As he approached the man, he got close enough to where his blade could cut him down and then pivoted around, not only slicing through the mans back, possibly severing his spine, but allowed him to keep the momentum and leg up. As he spun around, he planted his other foot on the ground and dart towards the next target. Either that blow would finish him or Trace would as he closed in on the mercenary that was in the midst of his attack against Kyran. Exploiting the opening, Einar looked to end this with one decisive strike by skewering him through the side of his chest as his thrust his blade forward, hoping Kyran could keep the mercenary preoccupied long enough for his sword to hit its mark.

_________________________ Status: Floating like a butterfly Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [2/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Blast Powder [1/1] Experience 15/85 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action Cutting down an Archer Criting with a Decisive Strike on the Mercenary Supporting Kyran (@CriticalHit) Sumire (@Amaterasu) Trace (@Haeo)