Jake sighs. Many years ago, he would have been the one to suggest splitting up. However, time and bitter experience told him that sometimes, it's nice to have the group watching your back rather than diluting its power.
Still, he supposed that these kids were capable enough to handle themselves if they ever ran into trouble. Might as well, he guess.
"Alright, alright, you twisted my arm," he shrugs. "I'll go bug-hunting. You guys be careful out there."
He began walking in the direction he last saw the Cy-Bugs, his keen tracker eyes following the environs and noticing any details that may help them follow their targets.
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Jake pulled his axe from the still-twitching corpse of a Cy-Bug. Apparently, these things were not quite Heartless - they seemed to lack the strong vulnerability to keyblades that normal Heartless had. Fortunately, Jake always packed a regular axe with him on his travels; a good arm and a good swing could always be counted on to inflict pain, even with an unenchanted weapon. There were the usual considerations, of course; a mundane weapon's weight and balance, and the fact that unlike Keyblades, they didn't automatically respond to your will, nor are they unbreakable or extra-strong. Then again, that was part of the fun in honing your skill; you could pick up a boat oar and still inflict some serious hurt on an unsuspecting opponent.
Of course, the Junkdroids, while magic-resistant, still were nicely susceptible to a well-aimed Keyblade stroke. Either way, it was an odd assortment of such
"I dunno, Ascot..." Jake muttered. "These... Sy-Bugs don't exactly seem to fit the whole, er, 'motif' of this world. I don't see giant killer bugs as being a natural part of... this."
He gestured to the world around them as to emphasize his point.
"Well, I suppose we can split up," he says. He counts how many people there are. "Or maybe not. Probably a bad idea to split up the party. So yeah, I agree with Ascot; we try and track down these things."
He noticed Thomas, who appeared to be under some sort of cloud.
"Uh, you okay there, buddy?" he asked.
Of course, the Junkdroids, while magic-resistant, still were nicely susceptible to a well-aimed Keyblade stroke. Either way, it was an odd assortment of such
"I dunno, Ascot..." Jake muttered. "These... Sy-Bugs don't exactly seem to fit the whole, er, 'motif' of this world. I don't see giant killer bugs as being a natural part of... this."
He gestured to the world around them as to emphasize his point.
"Well, I suppose we can split up," he says. He counts how many people there are. "Or maybe not. Probably a bad idea to split up the party. So yeah, I agree with Ascot; we try and track down these things."
He noticed Thomas, who appeared to be under some sort of cloud.
"Uh, you okay there, buddy?" he asked.
BTW, I've finally decided on the Ability I want for Jake (admittedly inspired by Thunder God Cid):
Hellcry Punch: An attack that smashes through a target's defenses, and has a good chance of inflicting Power Down (reduces the target's physical attack power) or Silence (temporarily disrupts/disables magic).
The description was taken from the Adept jobs list on the FFRPG wiki, so I might just settle for a chance of strongly weakening physical attack power with a hit. The Final Fantasy Wiki page for Sword Saints only mentions destroying the enemy's equipped weapon, so that might be a bit overpowered for a setting where people depend on keyblades.
Hellcry Punch: An attack that smashes through a target's defenses, and has a good chance of inflicting Power Down (reduces the target's physical attack power) or Silence (temporarily disrupts/disables magic).
The description was taken from the Adept jobs list on the FFRPG wiki, so I might just settle for a chance of strongly weakening physical attack power with a hit. The Final Fantasy Wiki page for Sword Saints only mentions destroying the enemy's equipped weapon, so that might be a bit overpowered for a setting where people depend on keyblades.
Flamelord said Geez, apologies that the guy from medieval tech level fantasy land is bad at thinking up quick responses to 'which video game are you from?'
Jake: "What's a viddiya gayim?"
Jake got back down, hopping from branch to branch, then jumping off the lowest branch and making a perfect landing on the ground. He wipes off the peppermint cane dust off his hands on the tree.
"Well, a bit of good news," he starts, not yet aware of the welcoming committee. "I *think* I caught sight of a castle way over there in the distance. There's also roads and some buildings, though for some crazy reason it looks like some sort of giant racetrack. Oh, and it appears the whole place is made of candy; seriously, there's even a mountain that looks like a bottle of cola."
He then noticed the two locals, and shrugs.
"On... the other hand, it appears the locals found us, so I'm not sure if anything I just did had any purpose."
He stretches out a hand for the big guy to shake.
"Hi there, big guy. Name's Jake, me 'n' my buddies here are tourists, though we'll try not to make a scene. I don't think I caught your name. You know, on account of me playing lookout just now."
He notes that the big guy is not wearing shoes, and has hands big enough to hold the little girl in.
Though when he heard Ascot's explanation about them being "Keybladers", he nearly did a double take.
'Huh,' he thought to himself. 'Must be something in the local jargon.;
"Well, a bit of good news," he starts, not yet aware of the welcoming committee. "I *think* I caught sight of a castle way over there in the distance. There's also roads and some buildings, though for some crazy reason it looks like some sort of giant racetrack. Oh, and it appears the whole place is made of candy; seriously, there's even a mountain that looks like a bottle of cola."
He then noticed the two locals, and shrugs.
"On... the other hand, it appears the locals found us, so I'm not sure if anything I just did had any purpose."
He stretches out a hand for the big guy to shake.
"Hi there, big guy. Name's Jake, me 'n' my buddies here are tourists, though we'll try not to make a scene. I don't think I caught your name. You know, on account of me playing lookout just now."
He notes that the big guy is not wearing shoes, and has hands big enough to hold the little girl in.
Though when he heard Ascot's explanation about them being "Keybladers", he nearly did a double take.
'Huh,' he thought to himself. 'Must be something in the local jargon.;
"Look, maybe we shouldn't rely on Amaya. She got badly hurt back there, and she hasn't fully recovered yet."
He looked around.
"Though it's hard to believe there's Heartless here. Everything's just so... bright pastel."
He picked a berry off a vine, popped it into his mouth, and then cringed strongly at the taste.
"Oh man talk about sour grapes!" he mumbled, forcing himself to complete it. "Talk about chewing the scenery, though...
"Hold on, though, I think I have an idea..."
He jumped up onto the nearest candy cane tree, and began leaping from branch to branch. He kept going up to the top of the tree, trying to locate the nearest town or any notable landmarks.
He looked around.
"Though it's hard to believe there's Heartless here. Everything's just so... bright pastel."
He picked a berry off a vine, popped it into his mouth, and then cringed strongly at the taste.
"Oh man talk about sour grapes!" he mumbled, forcing himself to complete it. "Talk about chewing the scenery, though...
"Hold on, though, I think I have an idea..."
He jumped up onto the nearest candy cane tree, and began leaping from branch to branch. He kept going up to the top of the tree, trying to locate the nearest town or any notable landmarks.
Well, since you're all waiting for someone to post, I took the liberty with the opener. :p
Jake just blinked as he looked around.
"Oh-kay, I think I'm going to become a diabetic just by standing here. What kind of a land is this?"
He reached out a felt one of the sugar cane branches, testing its flexibility and strength.
"So, how do we find... erm... what we're looking for?" With the recent attack on the arena, Jake felt it may not be wise to openly mention what it was they're looking for. He looked around in all directions, trying to get a bead on civilization somewhere.
"Oh-kay, I think I'm going to become a diabetic just by standing here. What kind of a land is this?"
He reached out a felt one of the sugar cane branches, testing its flexibility and strength.
"So, how do we find... erm... what we're looking for?" With the recent attack on the arena, Jake felt it may not be wise to openly mention what it was they're looking for. He looked around in all directions, trying to get a bead on civilization somewhere.
Jake smirked.
"Nah, I don't think it'll be that easy. Still, I'll take you up on that offer sometime."
With that, he gave a friendly salute and walked off to follow the others.
"Nah, I don't think it'll be that easy. Still, I'll take you up on that offer sometime."
With that, he gave a friendly salute and walked off to follow the others.
Jake raised an eyebrow at Other-Joshua's... disposition.
"Sheesh, kid, who pissed in your cereal?"
Then again, given that the kid was clearly a Nobody himself, it was obvious he'd be a sourpuss.
Still, he got the story, so no need to ask again. Still, this promised to be an interesting ride, so he had better get ready to go. Besides, it seemed that the tournament was a loss; too much damage had been done to the arena to fix it back up in time. He guessed they were lucky they weren't banned from the area for life.
First things first, though. He turned to Satoko.
"So," he spoke up, "you're Satoko, right? Sorry about the mess. Tournament getting cut short and all. I was going to be your opponent in the first round, but it looks like we're going to have to take a rain check on that one. Maybe we can spar some other time?"
"Sheesh, kid, who pissed in your cereal?"
Then again, given that the kid was clearly a Nobody himself, it was obvious he'd be a sourpuss.
Still, he got the story, so no need to ask again. Still, this promised to be an interesting ride, so he had better get ready to go. Besides, it seemed that the tournament was a loss; too much damage had been done to the arena to fix it back up in time. He guessed they were lucky they weren't banned from the area for life.
First things first, though. He turned to Satoko.
"So," he spoke up, "you're Satoko, right? Sorry about the mess. Tournament getting cut short and all. I was going to be your opponent in the first round, but it looks like we're going to have to take a rain check on that one. Maybe we can spar some other time?"
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