Vertigo

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

To be honest, I can't remember what I wanted Fellwing to ask next aka what she was trying to lead up to lmao.

I'll, uh, see if it comes back to me, but don't wait on that.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Still in, gonna finish the cs come weekend!

Expedition to Isekai

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Alright, apparently it didn't even work as a distraction. Asahi practically ignored him in favour of entertaining the crazy wannabe cult leader, something he'd literally just told the pinkette not to do. Visibly annoyed, Duncan lowered his arm and heaved a heavy sigh. Man, if it was this easy to rile the guy up, he sure hoped whatever they were about to encounter at the mountain couldn't talk.

At least Ayana finally left. Or... was leaving, before Asahi inexplicably called her back. Duncan whirled around to stare at him, his expression spelling out a "what the fuck" before he could put it into words.

Asahi ignored that, too, pitching him a change of plans instead. Ayana would go with Asahi. He would stay at the camp. Duncan was taken aback, his gaze flicking between Asahi and Ayana in surprise. She hadn't... exactly offered to come with them, so he wasn't sure where this idea was coming from. Was he planning on getting rid of her once they were alone or something?

Duncan was quiet for a moment despite himself. He had to admit, it... sounded good on paper. If he agreed, he wouldn't need to go after all. He could stay with Haruko and his friends, could sleep in late and make sure nothing attacked the others in the dark of the night again. He could go back to his cigs and Kumi's cooking.

A weight was lifted from his shoulders.

“Don’t be a coward now.”

Only to crash right back down, twice as heavy. Man, what was he thinking? The hell kind of a man would go back on his word not five minutes later?! How many promises was he just straight up not going to keep?

"I mean, it's not the worst idea. But, dude, she just went on a whole-ass tirade about not wanting to split the group. Don't think she's exactly frothing at the mouth to skip camp with you. 'Sides, I—" he hesitated, rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck. "I already said I'm going. Said my cheesy-ass goodbyes and everything. So."

He started walking, afraid that if they didn't get a move on now, they never fucking would. The further he was from camp, the smaller the temptation to turn back around to it. "Guess you're stuck with me."

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

That's the best feeling tbh! Much better than the reverse, which is also sadly common...

Would Fellwing know about the things Heliotrope is referring to, re: the festival and the political stuff?

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

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Yeah, that's how you get the bad ending xP

Also, are you going to add anything or are you waiting for me to post? Just want to be clear.

@XxFellsingxX

TPK in Epyllion is a go!

Nah, but, Fellwing's waiting for Heliotrope's answer and not going to actually involve herself with the family stuff (as interested as I am as a player). So just waiting atm!

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

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I mean Garrock isn't really doing anything at the moment. He's just keeping an eye on Maug, and trying not to engage with Rudrick.

@XxFellsingxX

For now, until Fellwing starts to ask increasingly invasive questions about his family life.

SPIRITUM

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Morden caught her drift without further instruction, and Silje watched in giddy awe as the behemoth of a WARDEN spun around with the bot. It reminded her of a dance, a violent, turbulent tango. Silje made a mental note to ask him for lessons sometime. She'd always been told she had two left feet, but with speed like that, you didn't need feet at all.

Her companion let go of their target, and Silje refocused. The robot skid, unable to stop itself, and the battlemage watched its form get splattered with colour as it crossed into the pocket. It was like watching the birth of a painting from a master's brush, but a million times as fast. Everything happened in seconds.

Right. A painting. With frames. The instant that thought popped in her head, lines of mist gathered around the pocket as if framing it, trapping in both the robot and the explosion. Hopefully — no, for sure — it would hold. She didn't know much about a lot of things, but she knew mist, knew how to mold it, and she was nothing if not determined to preserve her little artwork for the brief moment the explosion lasted.

Burny McBurnyface, she would call it.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Cliche as it is, I've a halfling rogue/assassin idea for this! Potentially one specialized in mage slaying.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Oh god, are we really planning to let Fellwing deal with Garrock?

This can only end well.

Chronicles of the Six: Magic’s Awakening: A Magical Boy RP. Reboot

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Fenghuang's sudden shout drew a hiss from the miniature dragon, his body coiling upward and teeth baring in alarm. Before he could lunge at the bird, however, human hands wrapped around his long form and lifted him off his feet.

"The fuck are you?" Noah squinted down at the creature practically dangling in his arms, then at the rest of the strange menagerie that now surrounded them. "Any of you?!"

Suddenly, Eli's alien abduction theory didn't seem so far fetched anymore. Though he'd always imagined aliens more scary and insectoid than... small and squishy. Like holy shit this thing was squishy. Reminded him of jelly.

"This ain't the beer, Conner!" Noah shouted back a little more defensively than was needed, confusion palpable in his voice. Before he could continue, though, a dolphin flew towards them and started going on about a magical realm and the elements and— shit, did any of the alcohol get spirited away with them?

At "the most powerful" part of Chesi's explanation, the little dragon in Noah's arms growled proudly, mouth opening just enough to let go of Noah's sleeve, which he had all but destroyed by now. He indicated at his chest with a paw. Not that Noah noticed; his attention was kind of stolen by his friends going through entire fucking Sailor Moon transformations, coming out looking like drama club kids on a freaky Friday.

And then they were attacked by a bear.

Milo took the fucks right out of his mouth. Noah took back a few steps out of reflex, the familiar rush of adrenaline sending him reeling. He'd been in his share of fights before, and so, he hastily reached for his pocket — only to not find his knife there. How?! He always had his knife! Holy shit, if he got mauled by a bear because he used the damn thing to cut open sausages over a stupid-ass campfire and forgot it there, he was going to be pissed. And dead. But pissed first.

The dragon, the dotori-muk looking little motherfucker, was roaring up a storm, and Noah's gaze flickered from it to the monster. A little ways away, his friends were wielding actual magic to fend off the thing. The dragon kept roaring. Right. He understood what it was trying to say. What it wanted him to do.

"All you, lil guy," Noah said, pulled his arm back, and yeeted the dragon straight towards the bear's face. Something, something food chain, right?