Tenma Tendo

A Tale of Three Moons

A heavy breath escaped the blonde haired girl's mouth as she pulled her flute down to her lap and bowed, the small circle of people she managed to gather around giving her a short applause before tossing spare coins into the red cup beside her.

It hadn't really been her intention to play anything for the events taking place today. Kyros ran off at the mere sight of food, leaving her to wait by the fountain for him to eventually return with something for the both of them. She must've garnered some attention, being a little girl all by herself in such a big place; one of the moving vendors even offered her water in a medium sized cup, which she took gratefully. After drowning herself in some water, Euterpe was startled to see a round woman plop herself down beside her, carrying a wailing child squirming within her grasp. Unable to just watch the woman struggle with her child, the glasses wearing girl brought her trusty flute to her lips and began to play in attempts to calm the child.

This of course caught the attention of a few passerby, and with her cup resting right beside her, she probably looked like a street performer. Of course she wanted to tell the truth, and have them keep their money, but her voice quickly died in her throat and she simply bowed, unable to say no to so many people. Not to mention she needed the money as well, so this was an overall win-win, right? With these few extra coins and possibly joining the Adventurer's Guild - Euterpe had very little opinion on joining, she would follow Kyros practically anywhere except for the bathroom - they would definitely be doing better than before.

Placing the now full cup in her hands, Euterpe listened as the coins jingled freely with every little movement she made. She couldn't wait to show Kyros what she managed to do on her own, but that would require finding the large man. Fortunately, after stand where she originally sat, the musician caught sight of the Ifrit balancing a bowl on his head. A happy smile pulled at her lips as she bounded forward, slipping through the tiny cracks in the crowd before wrapping her arms tightly around her companion's waist.
"Found you!" She said proudly before holding up the coin filled cup. "There's a lot of nice people here. I'm g-glad we came when we did, even though our lead was a bust." Euterpe said with a pleasant smile.

Among the Ashes

The girl simply rolled her eyes at her brother's deductions.
"He might be an idiot, but he knows what he's talking about when it comes to survival. Cut him some slack." She said with a sad smile as she watched the other redhead fully step out of his room. Hearing what he had to say afterwards caused a lump to form in Na's throat.

That's right, he left before Giovanni explained the situation. She wasn't quite sure how the other would take the sudden news, especially with what happened earlier. Regardless, he would figure out eventually so might as well tell him now.
"Actually, we're all leaving. All four of us. This place isn't safe, Al, and in order for us to survive we can't stay here. We're leaving tomorrow with the others, okay?" She hoped the other would be understanding and be willing to go along with the plan, but knowing Alistair, anything could happen.

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Nino lowered his head, quickly losing his appetite as he forcefully swallowed down the last bits of food in his mouth. Instead of verbally answering his brother at first, the ombre haired teen simply shook his head, feigning that nothing was wrong, despite knowing that Giovanni knew way better and would see through him easily. Sometimes, he wished he wouldn't be so observant.

He only looked back up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, staring back at Joe with almost guilty eyes. And just like that the other managed to reassure him with only a few sentences. Giovanni was right, he was always right, and Nino knew that. It's just sometimes, his messed up mind and body would want to tell him otherwise. Yeah, that was it.
"Sorry, yeah you're right. It's just that I...I-I just can't..." He frowned as he couldn't seem to get the words out to explain how he was feeling. So he let out a deep sigh before speaking up once again. "...Bottled water sounds good, thank you." He said before bring the plate back in front of him and staring at the half eaten food in front of him.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

|| Akira Kurusu || Day Three - Morning || Boo's Castle || WC: 532 || Level 2 ||
|| Six @Majoras End, The Heavy @ONL, Slayer @Lugubrious ||
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Akira could barely hide the smirk on his face at the sight of Slayer helping out Heavy get across. It was interest to see, that despite them just meeting, they knew how to work as a team and get through obstacles together. It was endearing. Refusing to put the light little Six down as there seemed to be more platforms they needed to traverse, Akira hurried from platform to platform, staying just one platform ahead from the others in case something up ahead wanted to catch them off guard. There were those round ghosts, Boos they were called, but they stopped following once they realized that they couldn't get to them without some kind of fight. What really got Akira to tense was the sight of a purple variation of the round ghost from earlier.

The difference in color wasn't really was shocked him, but instead it was the eyes. Those piercing yellow eyes he's see far too many times... Words could not describe how on edge he was as he immediately moved to a fighting stance, holding Six with one hand while the other grasped his dagger tightly. He wasn't caught off guard in the slightest when the Dark Boo started talking, simply narrowing his eyes in concentration. They were looking for a fight, and Akira seem glad to offer one, just to get those piercing yellow eyes to stop looking at them.

As the room was illuminated by purple flames that had also been coming their way, Akira wasn't very worried. The countless times he's busted into blue flames prepared him for this very moment. He was perfectly blocking Six as well. But for Slayer and Heavy, the Japanese teen wasn't sure what they would do to get out of this situation. Ready to take the brunt of said flames, the raven haired teen was easily taken aback when the classy vampire kicked the flames away from the group of four, preventing anyone from getting hurt. Another smile formed on his face, but it only lasted a second as he was back focusing on their target.

Bringing a hand to his mask, Akira quickly pulled it off, the sound of tearing flesh entered his ears for the thousandth time. As he pulled off said mask, the phantom thief was greeted by the ever so helpful Arsene hovering behind him.
"Eiha!" He commanded and watched as the winged being sent out multiple blasts of darkness the ghost's way. He wasn't sure if his attack would even hurt them, but he took special note to aim for the eyes, in an attempt to blind them. Being ghosts and all, how were they even suppose to fight something like this? Six couldn't do anything, Heavy and Slayer were more physical fighters so wouldn't their attacks just faze through the cocky ghost, and he himself, a sight from any physical skills, only had the power of darkness on his side. If magic actually affect them, he would be sure to follow up with more attacks and hopefully smother them, but this was only a wish; one that he prayed would come true for the sake of not only himself, but also his new friends.

Among the Ashes

Catrina relaxed her shoulders when she heard the oh so familiar voice muffled slightly by the door, only to tense back up at what he said. Dear? Really? Clearly unaware that she let something like that slip out, Na was about to apologize, but she was eventually silenced when Al proceeded to bash her cooking. Well...at least he was sounding like himself again Na took the blow to her self esteem with pride as she watched the other cautiously open the door, almost as if a bomb was going to explode if he did it too quickly.

Taking a few more hits to her pride, Na lowered her gaze before handing him a plate, her eyes stealing a quick glance to her room before looking back at Al.
"Believe it or not, but he made it. Honestly, do you really think I could have made something like this even with what's going on?" She frowned almost immediately after, realizing she just bashed her own cooking. "Just eat it. It'll probably be the last good meal we have for a while..." She mumbled before letting out a defeated sigh and made her way to her room.

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Nino looked over at Giovanni with an incredulous look.
"...That's a really long time, B-Brother." He croaked out. Judging by his tone, he probably wanted to imply that he was yelling this out, but who knows. Now taking bigger bites, realizing how much work Giovanni must have put into this, Nino simply nodded when the other mentioned it was evening. He couldn't tell how long he had been sleeping, but if was still evening that that meant a few more hours in this bed, which was always a good thing.

Nino visibly flinched away when Giovanni mentioned getting him some water.
"I-I'm good, don't w-worry about i-it..." He said, almost too quickly. He remembered back at home what it was like when he wanted anything to drink during the beginnings of the outbreak, and what if the water was going bad? That would just give Giovanni another reason to worry about him, that's what. Immediately losing his appetite as the thought crossed his mind, Nino set his plate beside him, rubbing together his trembling hands as thoughts and memories of the past tried to enter his mind.

Among the Ashes

After only managing to get an hour of light sleep before being roused by the noises in the kitchen, Na was up and moving again, closing curtains and shuffling around for bottles of varying sizes and shapes. Most of them were in the kitchen, and since she 'wasn't allowed to go in until he was finished', she put all the bottles in the living room. Her last stop before being called down by Giovanni, was her own room.

Knocking quietly on the door and waiting patiently for a few seconds in case there was some kind of response, Catrina pulled the door open and took a peek inside. Nino was still laying on his back eyes closed. There was some type of cloth in one of his hands, but the girl didn't pay any mind to it as she quietly moved over to her closet and took out a few pairs of clothing; not enough to be excessive, but just something in case she needed to change. She was soon halted by Giovanni who told her that the food was ready and proceeded to follow him back downstairs.
"Yeah, I understand. Oh and my little brother wouldn't take kindly to being called an 'imp', unless you want to become a shish kebab." She mused going through the motions and inwardly praising the brown haired man for his culinary skills before following Giovanni upstairs, stopping in front of Alistair's room with a frown.

Na stood there for about thirty seconds before finally willing herself on to hitting her foot on the door as both hands were occupied.
"Al? You awake in there, dear?" She questioned before quickly continuing. "I got some food here, come out so that we can go and eat with the others." Na couldn't hide how worried she sounded, but still stepped back and patiently waited for the younger boy to come out.

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Nino had been fast asleep until the sound of the door opening and the smell of food got his attention. Bleary eyes opened sleepily as he let out and involuntary yawn, stretching in the process. Too dazed to respond to what his brother had said, Nino forced himself up to a sitting position before giving the other a dopey smile.
"You made something? Th-That's cool..." His throat was clearly dry judging by his cracking voice, but that didn't stop him from continuing to speak. "I hope it didn't take too long to make. What time is it anyways?" He blinked, his body and mind still half asleep as he looked around curiously. Judging by his complexion, it looked like that medicine did the trick, as Nino's originally rosy face shift back to its normal pale complexion. Looking back at Giovanni, the ombre haired teen smiled gratefully before take taking quiet pecks here and there of his lamb shank.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

Alex, as well as the chess piece running after her, came to an abrupt halt as the wind around them began to pick up. She could only watch in awe at what looked like an angel made herself present in front of the ragtag group. Judging by the outfit, Alex would have guessed that this person wasn't as pure as angels are often depicted, but she kept her mouth shut in fear of getting attacked or something.

As the being made several orbs appear in front of her, Alex unconsciously stepped back. She knew all about the 'Orbs of Death', a trope present in most fantasy stories and video games. It looked like Z had the same though judging by his reaction, which ultimately made the short haired brunette suppress a laugh. However, she quickly recomposed herself when she felt the chess piece from earlier giving her a hollow stare. As the orbs grew closer, Alex tensed, shutting her eyes and expecting the worse, but what she was greeted with was the sound and feeling of something wrapping around her wrist. Yellow green eyes quickly opened and she could only gawk at the strange device she had now acquired.

Of course, being who she was, Alex immediately began prodding at the device, attempting to pull it off and even gnawing on it.
"Um, milady? Please don't do that. That is a very important device that will help save our world." The creature said in the most calming way he possibly could. "...S-So this world is the Digiworld? Why is i-it in peril? What's wrong with it?" She blurted out, surprised at even herself for noticing how easy it was to talk to the life sized pawn. Said pawn simply shook its head before sighing. "You will know in due time, milady." It mumbled out before bringing its attention back to the angel figure above.

Alex could only watch as the being soon bought it's attention to her, telling her to 'reassume thy Reliability', followed by a familiar symbol of a cross with four right triangles inverted to frame said cross. Reliability...her? Well, if it was referring to the pawn that kept following her, then yes, that was very accurate, but what kind of Reliability could she have with a body like this? Was she meant to gain the dependency of these strangers? It felt impossible, especially since she can barely do anything for herself, let alone for other people...

Was she offended by what the angel asked her to do? No, not really, but it was clear that she wasn't the best choice to do something like this. Thankfully, one of the vulgar teenagers - Dorotea was it? - practically spoke for her, and all of them really. They didn't look cut out for this at all...
"I am very positive you can do this, milady. With the help of me and the others, you can do this." The pawn said truthfully before nodding and bowing slightly. "Allow me to assist you, milady. This is the one request I will not accept 'no' as an answer."

Still unsure of what to make of this, Alex lowered her head.
"...I w-wanna think about it..." She mumbled before looking up and over at Z, who seemed to be confused by what his crest meant. "My hope huh? The hell does that mean?" were is exact words, and while almost everything about the older man was a bit silly and endearing, she felt pity on him for being forced to acquire such a vague thing.

Shuffling over slowly as not to scare the man, Alex, along with the chess piece silently following behind, brought a hand up slightly to get his attention before speaking up.
"...I-It's expecting or believing that something will happen. U-Um, do you expect anything to happen right now?" She asked, oblivious to how these crests and virtues still work. They had to 'be the crests, in order to find the crests', right?

The Sprawl Games

Viridis, The Jäger Host

Appearance: Standing around 5' 4", Viridis is a very androgynous teen who uses male pronouns with long, light green beautiful hair, almost colorless silver gray eyes, and almost too perfect skin. He's normally dressed in a plain white tunic that reaches to his knees and white pants, obscuring his sex even more by hiding his physique. Once he's gotten use to this new world and his circumstances, Viridis changes into an outfit similar to the second image.

In his Jäger form, Viridis' eyes turn an envious shade of green as similar colored veins protrude from the side of his face. Nails elongate and sharpen while a Jäger's biggest weakness, a pair of thick tree-like horns, portrude from his head.

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Name: Viridis [REDACTED]

Age: 16

Race: Opfer (A Human Jäger Host). A Jäger is very similar to cordyceps, which eventually take over the mind and body of the Opfer. The personality of a Jäger can vary, but the Opfer is known for becoming feral when said Jäger assumes control; whether it be to protect their host or for some evil intent. There is no way to remove the Jäger without killing the Opfer, but there are various ways to subdue them when they're feral. It's best to render the Opfer unconscious before cutting off the tree like horns on their head; chopping off their horns while the Opfer is awake to result in extreme brain trauma. These horns always grow back, however, and are often an indicator as to when an Opfer might lose control. The actual essence of a Jäger is currently unknown, but most assume that Jäger are tree spirits that have lost their lives due to forest fire and things like that.

Artifact: An obsidian colored hookshot with the power to make anything it's touching, while it's touching it, weightless.

Power: What will eventually become atmokinesis, Viridis is currently gifted with the ability to change his body temperature although it's normally dependent on his emotions at the moment.

Partner: TBA

Team Power: TBA

Personality: Viridis, although he never shows it to anyone, is an optimist. He tries hard to see the best in every situation, although his actions might prove otherwise, and rely on his strengths rather than focusing on his weaknesses. He's honest to everyone he meets, often a little too honest as his words could be seen as blunt. And since he's so honest, he usually expects the same from others, getting upset if it's the opposite; the boy is known for being able to see through people and can't be fooled by liars. Viridis tries to think several steps ahead when regarding battle tactics, especially since he's too afraid be on the front lines, and also for his own benefit. He's known for hating sore losers and easily gets annoyed by them for their selfish attitude. When put in a situation where he feels threatened, Viridis will not hold back and isn't afraid to get risky with his actions, despite how usually chill and calm he is. However if he feels the Jäger inside of him trying to come out, Viridis will stop at nothing to ensure it doesn't come out. He always hides his emotions, especially if he's hurt in any way, distancing himself even farther away then he normally does. Contrary to the others before him, Viridis is extremely patient, to the point were he'll stay in one place for days on end if someone told him to wait there. The teen is known for having a sleepy aura about him too. As in, he's always tired, or at least appears to be. He'll sleep whenever and wherever he can, it usually causing problems for the others; Yet another thing that could pose a problem would be the boy's knack for wandering off whenever he sees something interesting.

Dreams: To understand what this Jäger and why this Jäger chose to reside inside of him and to also put the Jäger in peace.

Backstory: Viridis was born into a world without much a purpose in someone's life. He wasn't born out of love, nor desire or need. He was an accident, a mistake, something that just happened to come with what his parents actually wanted. To grow up in a place that, without reason, Viridis struggled to understand the value of life in general, resulting in various different means to see what it felt like to lose said life or even the lives of others. He originally started with complete strangers, but received zero backlash for his actions, so he immediately moved to his mother. Just as he was about to test of the values of life on her, a voice in his head urged him not to and instead guided him to his room, where he was forced to close his eyes and sleep, waking up in the Sprawl soon after.

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Freya and K, The Inseparable Duo

Appearance: Freya is a towering woman at probably 6' 6" with faded pitch black hair, wide white holes for eyes, and shadowy skin. (see second image) She has almost no other defining features other than a dress breaking down at the seams and covering the rest of her body, which happens to be gone from the waist down and instead replaced with a cage where K resides (first image). K is a handsome young boy with short shimmery silver hair, ash red eyes, and extremely pale skin. If he were standing, he would probably be 4' 6". Dressed in what was probably a pure white collared shirt and shorts covered in dried blood, vomit, and urine, K has a broken set of wings fused together with cogs and mechanical contraptions on his back and a makeshift halo on his head that connects the artifacts on his ears. (third image)

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Name: Freya and K

Age: Unknown and 10

Race: Here. Here.

Artifact: Freya's artifact is the rusty cage her torso and upper body sits upon. Anything that's put inside the cage can never come out or break free unless Freya speaks a specific incantation. K, on the other hand, has a pair of ear muffs with screws sticking out of them, the sharper end pointed to the actual ear. Unable to take off the device, K is able to hear even the quietest of sounds.

Power: Being in the Sprawl for quite a while, Freya has learned to almost fully control various metals. K has the power to produce high frequency sound waves with his voice, most of which could paralyze a grown man for a few seconds if hit directly.

Partner: Freya and K are partners.

Team Power: Freya slowly uses her powers to push the screws in K's artifact towards and into his ear, forcing K to use his powers; that being a bloodcurdling hyper screech in front of them. While doing so, K's wings poke out of Freya's cage as she begins to compress said cage underneath her, giving her K's ability to fly (it's possible that she's also manipulating the mechanical parts of K's wings to move faster and glide in the air despite the heavy cage. If K doesn't comply, Freya pushes the cage in odd manners to guide the direction in which she was wants to fly. This team power can be used for as long as it's needed, or until K can't handle the pain anymore. It is assumed that this isn't their true team power as it's something done by force than with any real team collaboration.

Personality: Freya is a leader at heart. She seeks to be in control of situations, to be on top, to be the best. This doesn't necessarily mean that she is all driven to reach the top or that she wants to have all the leadership roles, but in day-to-day interactions with other people, she has a tendency towards one-upsmanship. Freya is firm and forceful in her approach to problems. She believes in 'tough love', and tries to 'help' others by challenging them to prove themselves, as she herself would. If met by opposition, Freya reacts confrontational to defend herself. She's constantly trying to be 'dominant' in every situation, subconsciously, either by being louder and better than those around her, or more restrained and therefore superior to those who lose their cool. Loves competition... but hates to lose. She can be very condescending to those that she looks down upon. She also takes pleasure in the pain, misfortune, or humiliation of people she isn't on good terms with. This is because it brings her pleasure to feel superior to others. She may even go as far as to blame others for her own mistakes, often to the point of lying to save face. On the other hand, K is a complete husk of his former self. Extremely submissive to Freya and does everything in his power to ensure that she isn't punished. Completely terrified of strangers and refuses to talk unless Freya addresses him, the boy has been broken down to the core.

Dreams: (Freya TBD) K dreams to fly freely up in the skies.

Backstory: TBD

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Marc, The Prodigy

Appearance: Marc is a fairly tall teenager standing at 5' 9" with short dull silver hair that covers one of his golden eyes, and fair skin. He's decked out in black scale like armor with purple highlights that covers his entire body from the neck down. A purple cloak, his artifact, is draped over parts of his armor. A double edged sword is strapped to his back.

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Name: Marc Floren

Age: 17

Race: Human

Artifact: Marc's artifact is the purple cape that enhances the wearer's senses, physical capabilities, and mental awareness. This is a pro and con as all of his senses are enhanced greatly, but the over stimulus could be dangerous to Marc's mental state.

Power: Being in the Sprawl for a little while, Marc understands that his power revolves around Hypercompetence.

Partner: TBA

Team Power: TBA

Personality: TBA

Dreams:

Backstory: TBD

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Name: Marc Floren

Age: 17

Race: Human

Artifact:

Power:

Partner: TBA

Team Power: TBA

Personality: TBA

Dreams:

Backstory: TBD

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Appearance:

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Name: Marc Floren

Age: 17

Race: Human

Artifact:

Power:

Partner: TBA

Team Power: TBA

Personality: TBA

Dreams:

Backstory: TBD

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Among the Ashes

Apologies for the late response, but yeah, don't worry about it!

Among the Ashes

Catrina glared at Giovanni, her expression showing how much she really cared about what they did with the eggs or not.
"Sure, I guess." She mumbled, knowing she didn't know any better when it came to these things. As she let the other gaze into the fridge, Na felt her face turn red out of embarrassment. Was it really that bad to make a meatloaf out of those things? "C-Cat?" She spluttered, the audacity of this man becoming a little too much for her. Just as the thought crossed her mind to go and grab the javelin in her room, Na was halted when Giovanni told her to go and relax. She proceeded to grab the things he asked for while he spoke, cringing at how nice and rude he could be at the same time.

"Geez, do you realize how insufferable you are? Insufferable is your newest character trait as of today. I'm calling it now." She mocked the other towards the end as she made her way out of the kitchen. He did have a point about her terrible cooking skills, but she would never say something like that out loud.

Seeing that she only had to stay out of the kitchen and going into her parents room wouldn't be good for her sanity, Na moved to the living room and plopped herself down, forcing herself to sleep despite her proactive mind fighting against it.

Among the Ashes

It's all good. I just looked up Brooklyn 99 and the premise looks interesting. Never seen it myself though.