"Uh hey, Masatake-san, what do you think of our teacher? I wasn't sure what to expect when we met him but now I've got mixed feelings of him. Like... he seems to care but he's also a little intimidating with all those dark bits of being a shinobi." Mikone tried to keep their conversation between the two of them but had the suspicious her teacher could hear them anyway.
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Endgame: Earthstyle expert & hokage's assistant. Then maybe a lover if she finds anyone special.
Endgame: Earthstyle expert & hokage's assistant. Then maybe a lover if she finds anyone special.
Sneaky Sneak successful.
Sorom and his demons got past the loud Snorlax easily. Kanobu also had little trouble. Just walking past it seemed fine. At least it wasn't in the middle of the road, lord knows genin by the dozen wold be sent out just to move it out of the way.
After the Snorlax the shinobi and their demons arrived near the gate of the village. Kanobu instructed Sorom to see the guard immediately without the disguise.
"Tomorrow I'll meet you at the Hokage's Office. Maybe by then the Hokage will have something to say. I'm going right to the hospital."
The next day at the Hokage's office. Kanobu was sitting by the desk with a large stack of paperwork sitting in front of him. The Hokage was no where to be found as usual.
Sorom and his demons got past the loud Snorlax easily. Kanobu also had little trouble. Just walking past it seemed fine. At least it wasn't in the middle of the road, lord knows genin by the dozen wold be sent out just to move it out of the way.
After the Snorlax the shinobi and their demons arrived near the gate of the village. Kanobu instructed Sorom to see the guard immediately without the disguise.
"Tomorrow I'll meet you at the Hokage's Office. Maybe by then the Hokage will have something to say. I'm going right to the hospital."
The next day at the Hokage's office. Kanobu was sitting by the desk with a large stack of paperwork sitting in front of him. The Hokage was no where to be found as usual.
egads I've been lookin for a FATE game for ages
:o really?
Would you be ok with Music Battle School?
(oops I'm a day late)
In the third district the new keyblade wielders could see a man with a unique weapon battling against the heartless. His style of fighting was clearly keeping him safe as his weapon was just the right length to counter attack the large, purple Guard Armor that he was facing. Oddly enough he didn't have a keyblade yet could fight back.
Heartless around him looked like canons, spewing out rockets that exploded into fireworks like before. By the looks of the area, they'd just let off a finally! However as they targetted the man, he moved just at the right time for the rockets to miss and hit the Guard Armor. Although unaffected, the Heartless was at least stunned by the attack.
"You guys there," the man began, "It's not safe here. Run to the first district!" He said, holding his large gun-sword up to guard against the swinging arm of the heartless.
In total there were 5 Fire-Rocket-Cannon heartless scattered around the third district and the Guard Armor in the center with Leon.
(Please refrain from rping as the heartless. This is a test of your ability to write in combat so please keep your writing clear and your actions against specific targets clear. This is supposed to be a sort encounter. Any request for a simple map illustration?)
In the third district the new keyblade wielders could see a man with a unique weapon battling against the heartless. His style of fighting was clearly keeping him safe as his weapon was just the right length to counter attack the large, purple Guard Armor that he was facing. Oddly enough he didn't have a keyblade yet could fight back.
Heartless around him looked like canons, spewing out rockets that exploded into fireworks like before. By the looks of the area, they'd just let off a finally! However as they targetted the man, he moved just at the right time for the rockets to miss and hit the Guard Armor. Although unaffected, the Heartless was at least stunned by the attack.
"You guys there," the man began, "It's not safe here. Run to the first district!" He said, holding his large gun-sword up to guard against the swinging arm of the heartless.
In total there were 5 Fire-Rocket-Cannon heartless scattered around the third district and the Guard Armor in the center with Leon.
(Please refrain from rping as the heartless. This is a test of your ability to write in combat so please keep your writing clear and your actions against specific targets clear. This is supposed to be a sort encounter. Any request for a simple map illustration?)
The clone spotted nothing as it walked down the path. Seeing that it was safe, it continued until the range of the ninjutsu prevented it from going any further. When it dispersed Sorom received the short memory of the clone. There weren't any traps ahead, only the open pathway. However, there was a large Snorlax ahead, that was making a lot of noise on its own. If they played it safe they could go right around without a problem.
"See anything?" Kanobu asked. "Ghastly seems to think there's a demon ahead although isn't sure which one it is yet."
(Rolling for the fun of it I see, I'll just call it a perception check.)
"See anything?" Kanobu asked. "Ghastly seems to think there's a demon ahead although isn't sure which one it is yet."
(Rolling for the fun of it I see, I'll just call it a perception check.)
Great! Now that your first adventure is written, create an aspect from it.
:0 if you cant think of anything then you can save it for later in the rp when you wanna make an aspect official.
Then next step can only be completed when all three participants have written their first adventure so 1/3.
:0 if you cant think of anything then you can save it for later in the rp when you wanna make an aspect official.
Then next step can only be completed when all three participants have written their first adventure so 1/3.
"You're right, I shouldn't just grab things here." Leon said, his fingers almost grazing the surface of the jewel. The red color caught too much of his attention, investing his curiosity in dangerous territory. What was he thinking? Going to thank the bone-man-creature-uh-person, he turned around, only to see Kettle with a weapon pointed at him.
"Kettle..." he started.
"Goodbye." She said.
His instincts weren't working, he didn't know what this was. Nothing in his life was like this, no betrayal or conviction from someone he trusted. Bones in his fingers twitched with readiness to act... but what could he do to save himself.
But save himself from who?
Kettle was kind to him before and just recently with the ride in to the forest, how could he expect this? He tried to return that favor of kindness with an open hand and open mind about this adventure. But was he really just here to die? Did it even need to be him? Were all these people just lambs for slaughter, chosen because they were ignorant? What could drive a person to this.. insanity? Was Kettle really... the one he trusted so much that he traveled the world to see her?
He didn't know why she wanted this but.. that was an answer he wouldn't get to get. Resting his hands in fists, he kept his anger on his brow, staring at her face. He wouldn't forgive her for killing him.
Then behind him the statue moved, awakening him from the petrified glare he was giving Kettle. He turned to see it, the statue growl. Then the vines around it snapped like string around an ox's legs.
Thinking quickly Leon knew he didn't stand a chance at running away, not with his peg leg.
He could try to make some kind of diversion, using... using what though? He didn't have time to think for long, he backed up, observing more than trying to just flee. Watching for whatever it did, looking for its behavior any kind of heart beat, a vulnerability within its body. That growl meant predator, fiercer than tigerboars and gryphons.
Remembering that Kettle was about to shoot him, he wondered if there was any surviving this day. However. he'd be dead if this thing didn't start moving around. Was that some kind of sign? Some dumb divine intervention? What purpose was he serving now? Why was he alive at all. Everything wanted him dead at this point, why try to live?
That was the question wasn't it, why live?
"If you're going to shoot me, do it after you're a safe distance away from this big guy. I'll keep it distracted while you run. But if I live through this then you owe me answers, Kettle. Got that?" He said, making sure he could be heard.
Knowing his luck he could only rely on dodging its grasp of hands and open mouth. He could be nimble with the peg leg, especially if he was fearing for his life while angry. One of his most reliable memories of his father was him saying that the best way to stay alive is to keep surprising your enemy. That meant looking like a rock but moving like a rabbit, his best bet was to watch for some type of predator behavior now, then estimate when it was ready to strike, like crouching to pounce.
"Kettle..." he started.
"Goodbye." She said.
His instincts weren't working, he didn't know what this was. Nothing in his life was like this, no betrayal or conviction from someone he trusted. Bones in his fingers twitched with readiness to act... but what could he do to save himself.
But save himself from who?
Kettle was kind to him before and just recently with the ride in to the forest, how could he expect this? He tried to return that favor of kindness with an open hand and open mind about this adventure. But was he really just here to die? Did it even need to be him? Were all these people just lambs for slaughter, chosen because they were ignorant? What could drive a person to this.. insanity? Was Kettle really... the one he trusted so much that he traveled the world to see her?
He didn't know why she wanted this but.. that was an answer he wouldn't get to get. Resting his hands in fists, he kept his anger on his brow, staring at her face. He wouldn't forgive her for killing him.
Then behind him the statue moved, awakening him from the petrified glare he was giving Kettle. He turned to see it, the statue growl. Then the vines around it snapped like string around an ox's legs.
Thinking quickly Leon knew he didn't stand a chance at running away, not with his peg leg.
He could try to make some kind of diversion, using... using what though? He didn't have time to think for long, he backed up, observing more than trying to just flee. Watching for whatever it did, looking for its behavior any kind of heart beat, a vulnerability within its body. That growl meant predator, fiercer than tigerboars and gryphons.
Remembering that Kettle was about to shoot him, he wondered if there was any surviving this day. However. he'd be dead if this thing didn't start moving around. Was that some kind of sign? Some dumb divine intervention? What purpose was he serving now? Why was he alive at all. Everything wanted him dead at this point, why try to live?
That was the question wasn't it, why live?
"If you're going to shoot me, do it after you're a safe distance away from this big guy. I'll keep it distracted while you run. But if I live through this then you owe me answers, Kettle. Got that?" He said, making sure he could be heard.
Knowing his luck he could only rely on dodging its grasp of hands and open mouth. He could be nimble with the peg leg, especially if he was fearing for his life while angry. One of his most reliable memories of his father was him saying that the best way to stay alive is to keep surprising your enemy. That meant looking like a rock but moving like a rabbit, his best bet was to watch for some type of predator behavior now, then estimate when it was ready to strike, like crouching to pounce.
Before Leon could click ok, being excited for a massive Int, his fetch modus flopped out one of his items.
"Stupid thing, I should get you replaced." He said frustrated that Dice modus was going crazy again, always with that random aspect. He barely trusted the thing any more, keeping only that which didn't break upon falling to the ground. That being said he kept a stuffed animal in their, a tiger that he didn't like to share its existence with, sort of like having a secret from childhood he'd be buried to the grave, keeping.
Normally he'd assign all the sections 2 through 12 but having 11 storage compartments and no guarantee made it a game of chance just to get anything out for a good thirty minutes. If he kept something in the 7 slot then it would work out fine, anything in 2 or 12 however would take too long to access. All he had to do was order a roll, and it seemed to him that this game was clearly compatible with his sylladex, much to his annoyance.
Then again that was not really something he was expecting. Only tabletop games caused his modus to go nuts cuase he physically rolled something. Did sburb do that too? He wondered how, it was a virtual thing. No way could that even be compatable.
Nonetheless his strife specibi was in his hands, the mighty sceptorkind. Which was just a prop anyway. It was a wooden stick, holding an orange orb at the end. Not much to using it in real life though, smashing that orb on something meant he'd have to buy something new. It was too late to turn back from it, this was a gift from an old pal. He'd kept it as his strife specibus as a reminder of that good friend.
He pointed it into the air, assigning it 12 again. It did nothing so he found himself at the merciful hand of luck, guiding him away from violence.
Taking a peek back at the screen he renoticed his stats. Alarmingly these were very like him, intelligent but not very wise. High constitution but no real strength or dexterity so to speak. Then the average and charisma and low ass luck were perfect. If this wasn't a mirror then he was looking at a clone of himself.
He accepted these stats, hoping that those two really high stats would make up for the shitty ones, which he hoped would cover him in battle. Spells were supposed to work through intelligence right? Wait, were Heirs like wizards or like clerics? He wasn't sure and it was too late to find out.
"Stupid thing, I should get you replaced." He said frustrated that Dice modus was going crazy again, always with that random aspect. He barely trusted the thing any more, keeping only that which didn't break upon falling to the ground. That being said he kept a stuffed animal in their, a tiger that he didn't like to share its existence with, sort of like having a secret from childhood he'd be buried to the grave, keeping.
Normally he'd assign all the sections 2 through 12 but having 11 storage compartments and no guarantee made it a game of chance just to get anything out for a good thirty minutes. If he kept something in the 7 slot then it would work out fine, anything in 2 or 12 however would take too long to access. All he had to do was order a roll, and it seemed to him that this game was clearly compatible with his sylladex, much to his annoyance.
Then again that was not really something he was expecting. Only tabletop games caused his modus to go nuts cuase he physically rolled something. Did sburb do that too? He wondered how, it was a virtual thing. No way could that even be compatable.
Nonetheless his strife specibi was in his hands, the mighty sceptorkind. Which was just a prop anyway. It was a wooden stick, holding an orange orb at the end. Not much to using it in real life though, smashing that orb on something meant he'd have to buy something new. It was too late to turn back from it, this was a gift from an old pal. He'd kept it as his strife specibus as a reminder of that good friend.
He pointed it into the air, assigning it 12 again. It did nothing so he found himself at the merciful hand of luck, guiding him away from violence.
Taking a peek back at the screen he renoticed his stats. Alarmingly these were very like him, intelligent but not very wise. High constitution but no real strength or dexterity so to speak. Then the average and charisma and low ass luck were perfect. If this wasn't a mirror then he was looking at a clone of himself.
He accepted these stats, hoping that those two really high stats would make up for the shitty ones, which he hoped would cover him in battle. Spells were supposed to work through intelligence right? Wait, were Heirs like wizards or like clerics? He wasn't sure and it was too late to find out.
Yes that is the next step. If I get pushy again tell me to (unkindly) shove off ok?
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