Feel free to drop by and make a character! Our thread might seem "well-established," but there is always room for more characters and writers! I promise a friendly and active community that delivers when writing, and any questions can be directed at me (or just leave it open. We're friendly enough as to pounce on questions).
@toadropes As the mission's now finished, I'll be deducting the CP from your total (when I get to updating the doc, of course). As for the group's next mission, what do you think of doing the one I have up for the HHG? Or another, if either you or @silver fox have any ideas, since my mission will likely take the group back to Central.
@Lugubrious Am currently a little too busy / have too many rp's I've committed to for me to tack another one on, but the overall idea seems interesting enough that I think you'll get some bites.
Also, the battle mechanics is very unique. While it can easily lead to some amazing prose and whatnot, I also feel like it can easily upset some writers should the vote be against them. You can count on me dropping by once in a while to peek in and see how the game is going though.
Questions: Would non-precipitatory members be able to vote (aka me)? And what if there is a tie in votes for a battle?
Kenza held her breath as the statue completed its transformation, crouched and pressed up behind the nearest weapon rack so that only a sliver of her face was peeking around the corner. Gargoyles? she wondered, immediately recognizing the stone-like creatures. Impossible! They're just legends and folklore! But the unmistakably stone-skinned creatures gathering around their leader were the living portrait of what gargoyles of myth and stone depiction looked like, and Kenza couldn't shrug the idea off after everything that had happened so far.
Did sticking my hand into the statue's mouth trigger its transformation from stone? Kenza wondered, her lungs tight in her chest as she watched the creatures flap their wings and take flight around the original gargoyle. When the creatures started speaking, however, Kenza was shocked to hear that she could understand the monster's words. Human speech? But the second half of it... her thoughts trailed off but she continued staying still, acutely aware of the fact that the horde and its leader hadn't noticed her yet.
As slow as she was to approach the statue, Kenza didn't waste any time getting away from the statue. At the first sign of anything stranger than what she'd seen before she approached the statue the second time, Kenza had bolted for the door, pausing midstep when she realized that Derrick hadn't moved.
"Derrick, what are you doing?" she hissed, alarmed that the boy hadn't jumped back at the first sign of trouble. Is he daft? she wondered briefly before looking back to the statue. Seeing as Derrick was a little more than a third of the party's strength -- when factoring in Mistletoe's injuries -- Kenza knew it'd be prudent not to let him off himself just yet, so she stood her ground, waiting for whateer it was that was happening to the stone.
@Hekazu eep, will be getting to it soon. Just took a brief haitus of sorts after my test crunch towards the end of last week. I'll have a post up today or tomorrow, sorry about the delay!
“Good job!” Cillian called, grinning as he walked over to the fainted Porygon. Leaning down to check the virtual Pokemon out, Cillian was impressed at how glossy its red-and-blue exterior felt. “Huh, it feels rather… Perfect,” he said, frowning and retracting his hand before shrugging. “Well I guess that, since Porygon-Z’s a virtual Pokemon, the fact that it’s impossibly smooth isn’t that strange. After all, rendition on the computer can make things seem perfectly smooth that way.”
“Bulbasaur, lend us a hand — er, vine,” Cillian said, calling out his Bulbasaur. The grass-type came out with a happy cry, looking at his trainer inquisitively. “I need help carrying this Porygon-Z back to town, and I was wondering whether you could lift him with a vine,” Cillian explained.
The Bulbasaur nodded, turning to the normal-type Pokemon in question. Stretching his vines towards the slumbering Pokemon, the bud-topped grass-type gently picked the Porygon-Z up with his vines, wrapping vines together to create thicker, stronger ones.
“Careful little Pokemon, aren’t you?” Cillian asked, watching as the grass-type tightened the vines’ grip on the Porygon-Z, not so much trying to keep the virtual Pokemon bound as to make sure that it didn’t slip. “How about I call you… Mitis? ‘Mitti’ for short,” Cillian said, thinking over the name in his head. The Bulbasaur beamed up at his trainer waving a loose tendril at the human before wrapping it up in the mass of vines around the Porygon-Z.
“Alright then, that’s settled,” Cillian said, looking back at Juana and Tora. “So, back to town we go?”
"Let's split the shortspears. Mistletoe's injured, so she probably wouldn't be in the best shape to handle a weapon," Kenza said, hefting the spear. Remarkably light, the weapon seemed like it wouldn't last past a single blow before snapping.
Well, better make that one blow count, she thought, approaching the statue again. To Kenza, surviving meant living on the cautious side, and that meant trusting your gut to direct you. Whether it told you your worries were impossible or that there was imminent danger, Kenza had lived by this principle and kept her reasonable side -- which told her that curses were just the stuff of campfire tales -- silent. But, current circumstances considered, Kenza figured she may as well try trusting her intellect again. After all, the Wolfwing appeared to be much smarter than much of the game Kenza had originally hunted.
"Alright," she whispered to herself, planting both feet in front of the glowing statue. A rare ore or a sort of strange concoction were the first things that came to mind, and neither seemed totally useful in her current situation. However, its glowing properties may provide to be a distraction should Kenza ever need one, so they weren't completely useless either.
Reaching into the dragon's mouth, Kenza squeezed her hand into the tight space until her hand came into contact with something.
Remram
Achronum