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World of Light

Word Count: 491 (+2 exp) Overdrive
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 23/50
Location: The End

The force of the dragon pulling him along wasn't exactly unexpected - one look at the size of the creature would clue anyone in to it's strength - but the Cadet still found his arms straining as the clutch claw's cable fought against the dragon's forward movement to reel the hunter in. Eventually the cable won out, and Ace Cadet landed heavily against the beast's leg. He clung to her dark scales until she began to turn for a second pass at the rest of the squad, and only then did he scramble up onto the dragon's back. No way do I want to fall into that void!

Tucked between the ridges on the dragon's back, the threat of being blown off as it flew wasn't as immediate. That, and the dragon didn't seem to notice or care that the hunter was hitching a ride. It made sense, the thing was massive - and he was only one nuisance compared to the many still on the ground. Scratch that - two nuisances? Looking down along the length of the dragon's back, the colorful Tora stood out plainly against the monster's inky scales. Cadet was emboldened and started to make his way toward the nopon. It was rough going, what with the dragon's muscles shifting under his feet and the ever present push of wind as she flew, but he continued his stumbling progress down the dragon's body.

The hunter had only just caught site of Poppi flying closely behind when the dark monster suddenly lit up in purple. What the..? Cadet leaned over the side of the dragon, curious as to who the heck had blasted it with a giant purple beam, but... Huh? From that crystal thing? The Cadet's brows furrowed, and he looked between the spires with the crystals atop them to the dragon's hide, the minor wounds on it quickly sealing themselves up. ...aw man, you've gotta be Kirin me.

The Ace Cadet wasted no more time and found his way to his teammates, holding onto one of the dragon's spines tightly as he addressed them. "Tora, Poppi! Did you see that thing? That beam? It helped the black dragon - it healed it!" Or it did something close to healing it, but either way it was troublesome news. They'd never be able to beat the thing if it was getting healed. Their comrades on the ground needed to know too, but it was difficult enough to shout over the rush of wind to the two in front of him, it was impossible to get a message to the rest of the group - at least for Cadet, who couldn't fly but was determined to bring this beast crashing down.

"It's head is back the other way. If we work together I think we might be able to crash it and give the others an opening! Even if we can't, it'll hurt a lot more if we whale on it's head than it's hide!"

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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)

Attributes:
HP – 11 (110)
MP – 10 (100)
SP – 10 (100)
STR – 11
AGI – 9
END – 11
DEX – 10
LUC – 11

INVENTORY

Funds: 0
Item Pouch (Common):

• Fa Trung's Talisman x2

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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It was pretty fortunate that the way back to the city's center was basically a straight line, minus the crowd weaving... which Ames still thought was fun. When people pushed you along it was like a really slow roller coaster, but you used your legs instead of riding in a cart. Once the mass of bodies spit Ames out into a more open area, it was easy to spot the giant stone and make her way over to it. It hadn't been that long, right? So Krizantemë should still be right where they left him, leaning against the Keystone...

And so he was. With a new gigantic bald friend? That was nice. At least she hoped it was a friend and not like... a mugger. Kriz had given his silver to her, so at least he wouldn't get taken if that was the case, but still! Bullying newbies was low. Looks like they're just talking anyway. No worries - hey, is that Lew?

Ames tilted her head curiously, speeding up a bit when she realized that Lew was getting between the giant man and their friend. So he really was a mugger?! "Hey! He--"

Her words were abruptly cut off by a pained exhale as all the air left her body and she was sent flying forward. Poor Ames hadn't heard Mags coming up behind her until the battle starved girl had given her order and violently connected her feet with Ames' back. Amelia had been kicked and dropped before, but not drop-kicked - it hurt! If Ames' pain setting wasn't brought down so much it would have been a lot more painful, as it was the thing that hurt the most was the sharp sting of betrayal-- Okay I'm being dramatic now.

Ames slammed straight into the large man, bouncing off of the guy after the impact and hitting the ground with a thud. "What the hell Mags!" the red head grumbled from where she laid on the bricks. That chick was way too impatient! Ames rubbed the spot where her face had smashed into the man's chiseled muscle before pushing herself up onto her elbows, torn between scowling at the man she'd been pushed into, or the girl that had done the pushing.

World of Light

Word Count: 835 (+4 exp) Overdrive
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 21/50
Location: The End

Though the dark thing didn't look that powerful, there was surprising strength in it's arms. The creature pushed Ace Cadet back into the throng of heroes, and a handful of said heroes moved out and around the hunter to help out. They cut and shot at the thing, but it didn't go down immediately. What a tenacious creature! Geralt devised a quick strategy, and the Cadet chirped an affirmative "Got it!" - but when the enderman came back into range, Tora beat him to it. The hunter blinked and after a moment deflated a bit, but he thanked the nopon all the same. "Quick thinking, thanks! Those things are weird, I wonder why they hate being looked at so much?" The Cadet's curiosity had him looking over at the central island again, but this time his gaze didn't linger for long on anything over there. Just a quick sweep of the eyes. It was almost impossible to distinguish any other creatures over there from the dark rock formations and sky this way, but fortunately it also meant that said creatures stayed where they were, undisturbed.

The topic of crossing the scattered islands came up, but Cadet was still thinking about how he'd avoid looking at the creatures. It was easier said than done, after all wasn't it normal to keep an eye on a dangerous unknown? Ah well, I guess I'd just deal with it if any of them get aggressive. Didn't really seem like it's head was a weak spot which is kind of weird. Maybe it-- His thoughts were interrupted by a face full of feathers. The cucco landed safely in the hunter's arms after the initial toss. Right, crossing the islands.

"Really? This little guy can hold a human's weight?" Cadet held the bird up to his eye level as if appraising it. He'd seen them in battle already, so he knew they were brave animals at the very least. Well, hey - who was he to refuse a nice offer like this? Cucco express it was. If it turned out that he was too heavy for the bird, he'd figure something else out. Some of the group was already on the move when Linkle cried out and instructed them not to look at her. Immediately Cadet slapped a hand over his eyes. Ugh, trying not to look at something was so hard! Best get this over with, as fast as possible. Cadet peeked between his fingers at the Hylian's crouched form briefly, just to make sure he knew where she was before he held the cucco over his head and got a running start.

"Sorry, I'll be quick! One to toss, Linkle!"

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Once arriving on the center island, Cadet let Linkle's cucco fly back to her after a quick pat on it's head. It had actually managed to float him, and if the circumstances were different Cadet definitely would have found the flight to be fun. He didn't watch the bird return to it's master, nor did he watch much of anything - as he joined up with the rest of the group, Cadet held a hand up to either side of his head, blocking part of his vision just in case. It has hard enough trying not to look at the endermen straight on, if he had to deal with seeing them in his periphery Cadet just knew he'd instinctively turn to look. He was actively wishing for their quarry to show itself soon just so he had something to focus on, and soon enough his wish was granted.

The dragon was huge, intimidating; but also truly awesome. As soon as it alighted on the island, Cadet dropped his hands from his face. "A - a black dragon!" he shouted, his voice shaking with a tangle of two emotions. He was nervous, certainly. Where he came from, the black dragons were the most fearsome and deadly of all creatures. They were almost always designated "kill on site" they were so dangerous. They could wipe out entire ecosystems with little trouble, and they were the death of many hunters.

He was also excited, because hunting of a black dragon was the most prestigious mission a hunter could hope to be a part of... and the Cadet wasn't just a hunter. He was an Ace Hunter. A Guild Knight. And what did Guild Knights do? Slay dragons!

Cadet dived as soon as the dragon took off and swooped down toward them. On the ground, he snatched up some of the yellow rock which came loose with a quick pound of his fist. Jamming the stone into his slinger was a bit awkward, but he had to be quick. If he could bring it down out of the air and give the others an early opening... Yeah right, like it'll be that easy! But here goes nothing! The hunter rolled to his feet and aimed the clutch claw at the dragon's body as it passed by - and fired it, intent on getting on top of it.

What Are You Listening To?

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

The Soviet couldn't keep the sour expression from his face. These ladies were exhausting. Their progress was slow, and the woman on the stage kept talking, her voice was grating. Lilliane slipped outside and Taras moved away from the opening. She'd said to tell Yonaka to move back when she looked ready, but the woman and Ritz were in the middle of a close quarters battle - she was probably ready for it to be over at any time. They needed another opening to at least get those damned civilians out of the way.

"Yonaka, move back!" Taras was not about to find is way over there and whisper it to her, and his words took the shape of an order rather than a suggestion despite the fact that the four of them were from different countries, with different hierarchies and he was in no way their superior despite how often he felt he was. The woman was close to the other wall already. If she did as he said and moved back, Lilliane would hear her.

Next was Oscuro. The small agent was doing a fine job of fending off the identical stands and the soldiers they were attached too. Between them and the despicable duo on stage, it was clear who was the larger threat, but there were still many of the foot soldiers. Taras summoned his stand.

It was the same tiny, metal thing as always. It was fast - and in the chaos Taras thought it might go unnoticed. He let「Bad Case」scuttled down his legs and speed towards the group of soldiers while Taras himself moved closer to the stage. He held his pistol up and despite the dancer's reflective ability, he shot again at the man with the black eyes. Surely that shiny stand would move to defend him, and give Oscuro and his own stand the opportunity to wipe out the battalion. 「Bad Case」slipped between the soldiers' legs, far from where「Miss Murder」was spraying her bullets above. It stabbed at their heels, severing the tendons there from the inside, only a dot of blood left behind with the needle wound. It would slow them down, make them easier targets for petrification. Without the squad bearing down on them, the stand users on stage would be much easier to deal with.

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Walking through the city was fun. It was warm and lively, and even if it was cramped it was new - it reminded Ames of a big city. Suddenly, she thought to herself how dumb that would have sounded if she'd expressed herself aloud. Nyu-Taro was a big city. Anytime a particularly large person or animal pushed past, the red head grinned. When tiny but inhumanly strong people she presumed were other players easily parted the crowed, she laughed. When the swell of bodies pushed their group out of the congested road and into a more open area, the newly classed warrior did a quick head count. No one was missing, thankfully.

Not only had they managed to stay together, but it seems they found their target too. Ames momentarily bristled when the old man grabbed Ari, but Raime and Amulak were there questioning him, and Ari herself didn't seem too disturbed. While they did their thing, Ames nudged Calace with her shoulder.

 "Don't worry, we'll get everyone going in the class they want to be in soon," she reassured the woman.  "Get these talismans, meet up with Lew, beat each other up a bit..." at this, Ames waggled her brows at Mags who'd tagged along with only minimal complaints.  "...get Kriz up to speed and be on our way! ...oh yeah, Kriz!"

The head spinning walk to the tea shop nearly made Ames forget about the friend they left back at the Keystone. The red head pushed past the group in front of the talisman maker, ignoring the questions they had for the old man and for each other. She knelt down and dropped all of the silver she had into the man's hat, a total of fourty, and smiled at the artisan.

 "Two please!"

The man raised his hand to his mouth and gratefully produced a couple of talismans. Ames took them with a nod and stood up.  "I'm gonna take one back to Kriz, I'll see you guys at the gate we were gonna meet Lew at," she announced, before diving back into the throng of people and letting them sweep her along back in the direction of the Keystone at the city's center.

Forsaken

Wow. That lizard really takes his food seriously. Flick hid his face in his glass, taking a long, slow sip of his drink while he watched the kobold over the rim of the cup. He was partly impressed at the display, but also a bit disturbed. At the very least he could appreciate the kobold's dedication to his patron... Flick was busy staring and trying to recall if he'd ever gotten the kobold or the other genasi's name when he realized the latter was speaking. She was agreeing with him, and he huffed appreciatively. He even grinned slightly at the nickname. He'd certainly been called worse.

Flicker shrugged off the woman's glare, and his next words came easily.

"If we're gonna do this, we'd better do it right, hm? I'm sure the officers are tired of a bunch of money hungry do-gooders askin' questions, but like ya said - can't hurt to be thorough."

It seemed the group had decided that investigating the town first would be best, which Flick had no issues with. A wilderness trek wasn't uncommon for him, in fact it was his job, but he'd just gotten back. Plus, as competent as these people were turning out to be, there was still a trust issue. It would be good for all of them to keep getting used to each other before they went blustering out of town. Since they were splitting up, the genasi thought about where he'd rather go. As he mulled it over, he glanced between Faint and the other genasi - Sin... something, right? Probably Cinder, given her heritage. His own name was a product of that too.

"Can't speak for anyone else, but I'm a guide," he told the human. He didn't say it proudly, more as a matter of fact. "Tour guide, wilderness guide, trailblazer, occasional detective considerin' the amount of times I've had to take people out there lookin' for the same thing as us."

The events of his latest stint into the frontier came back to him and he frowned. His jaw hurt. He was starting to feel bad about telling Garrick flat out his wife was dead. Flick made up his mind to avoid the man's estate for now.

"Never found anythin' of course. Then again, I've never went with such a... interestin' group as y'all. When we're done in town, I'll take everyone to where some of the bodies been found out there. Speakin' of town," Flick leaned over and tapped lightly on the warforged's chasis. "I'll go with Nemo here to the sheriff's office. I'm sure they'd love to see me back there askin' around again. I can drop G..."

He trailed off and suddenly looked at the man with the goliath skeleton behind him. The necromancer's name was Graves? Of course it was Graves! He'd missed it before but the absurdity of it had Flick cracking an uneasy smile.

"...drop Graves off at the coroner's nearby. But I'm not gonna be there when he does his thing."

Hey hey.

Legend made me turn on signatures just to look at it. Anyway, welcome! Enjoy yourself here!

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Yeah I'm with OwO. Not the penchant for violence part, but in that I don't have much to add at the moment that wasn't already covered by someone else, so I'll wait a bit!