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Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450}
^{_________________} _{with @OwO}

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CHARACTER

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

Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 42 (510)
MP – 50 (500)
SP – 42 (450)
STR – 42 (61)
AGI – 40 (50)
END – 35 (39)
DEX – 42 (52)
LUC – 43 (51)

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 3883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Wargtooth Halberd
• Ankle Bells
• Common Health Potion x4

Equipment

• Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C
  • No extra effect.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor:
• Arms:
• Legs:
• Shoes:
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

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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Was there a spike of fear in Ames when the other two oni stood and handed off a club to their leader? Yes, definitely, but the warrior didn't let it trip up her dancing. In fact she put even more effort into her moves once the club came down onto the earth and beat out a rhythm. This was... so fun! A huge smile broke out onto Ames' face, and though she didn't shout out or anything (too focused on her footwork), internally she was even cheering the demon brothers on.

Eventually fatigue worn on both parties, and once the onis called it quits Ames let out a heavy sigh and swiftly removed the cloak she'd bought earlier, pulling on the neck of her clothes in a meager attempt to get some air flow.

"Phew," she breathed. Ames grinned at Mags and elbowed the girl. "Nice moves. Those guys were pretty awesome too, I was surprised!"

Suddenly a meaty bone was being shoved in her direction, and Ames took it without thinking. Once the blue oni backed off, seeming pleased, Ames looked down at what was in her hands. A rib from that bear... with raw meat on it. With the way her perception worked in the game, it actually looked pretty good. If she had the realism setting on, she'd surely be more disgusted by it.

"Ehm, thanks," she told the blue oni. Did this mean they were all friends now? Did the demons even have the mental capacity to feign friendship, then turn around and backstab them? Ames doubted it, they seemed the more straight forward types... Aw man, if we're friendly I'm gonna feel weird taking something for free. While Mags went to town eating the meat, Ames nibbled at it, thinking. A metaphorical lightbulb appeared over her head after a moment and she rummaged around her her item pouch, pulling the halberd from it.

"Is this okay?" he offered the weapon to the three oni, the handle side pointing towards them. It wasn't really an impressive weapon or anything, but it was a gift for a gift. Ames brought the meat back up to her mouth and was about to take a larger bite when she thought, I should probably ask someone if this is actually safe.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Taras knew that Yonaka was a bit eccentric (Hell, both of the women he had gotten on that plane with were), but this was a bit much.

...

Oh, right, she was bleeding out. Taras may be a bit of a sadist, but his neglecting to heal Yonaka was an honest mistake. This time anyway. Their host went to fetch bandages and returned to dress the agent while Taras scoffed and approached her himself. Everyone was giving an explanation of their stands' abilities, so it wouldn't hurt to show off「Bad Case」as well. Although Taras wasn't about to state it aloud. Not that it matter - most in the room, besides the mundane woman, already knew of it's ability; and if Till was paying attention as Taras assumed he would be, the other man would soon learn it.

The Russian waved「Ritz」away and held his arm out over Yonaka, summoning his stand. The creature fell onto Chloe, light-weight despite it's mechanical look, and quickly went to work mending the worst of her injuries. It stabbed it's proboscis into the fleshy part of her stomach and twisted the skin nearby.

While「Bad Case」did it's thing, Taras regarded the other people gathered. Lilliane made a good point. He'd have to invest in some more bullets, maybe even a second pistol altogether. Before that, though.

"In other words, they were ... not brain-washed like our new friend here," Taras began, speaking on the 'ghouls' the woman brought up, "but brain dead. Strung along by those strings."

A clue in our investigation, he thought. When it seemed that another lead was about to be let slip, the woman clammed up and started in on that 'whose side are you on' business again. Taras' face clearly read, really, this again? for a few brief moments, but he smoothed his features into a neutral smile and stepped closer to their host.

"Mademoiselle, what is your name? An alias is fine," he asked, pointedly ignoring the woman's question.

Fate/Iliou Persis

_{West Çanakkale, Mansion's Courtyard}

"You'll find that our compatriots are a colorful bunch," Farren told the First Spider. "The other servants have all been summoned by now I suspect. I'm not very familiar with all of them, but they're just the same: colorful."

The magic circle he'd called Caster from was smudged soon after she appeared, and now as his familiars made their way back into the cozy corners of the mansion's courtyard their tiny little bodies cleaned up what remained of it as they passed by. They gave Caster a respectfully berth as they went past. Farren sparred them only a brief glance. Now, it wasn't that he didn't trust his servant - she seemed dangerous and spontaneous, yes, but he didn't fear her - but the influence she exerted even passively on his spiders had Farren making a mental note to strengthen his own connection to them. Losing control over them could be a liability, though he didn't think it would be possible for anyone besides Caster to interfere with said control. Still, better safe than sorry.

Farren stepped to one side and gestured for Caster to go ahead of them, nodding his head toward the courtyard's exit. "I'll fill you in on a few things now, and we can go over the rest a little later. The master of the house is Bahadir. His goal is... well, I'll count that in as 'the rest.' But his dreams are within reach. He's got his hands on a powerful device. It's the reason he gathered us all here. I'm sure he'll call a team meeting sooner or later. Now, as for the manor itself - "

It was at that time that someone joined them in the courtyard. Another servant by chance.

"Ah, an ally appears. That is... Saber, I believe."

Farren waved to get the woman's attention, beckoning her over. "Hello, Saber. Please, allow me to introduce a new addition to our team. The lovely spider, the Caster class servant."

^{Mentions: @Enkryption@Double D}

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_{West Çanakkale, Mansion, Blenda's Room}

"It doesn't matter."

Berserker stood with his back to Blenda, facing the room's lone window though his eyes were closed. His arms were folded in front of his chest, and his shoulders rose and fell in steady rhythm. He'd been quiet for a majority of the time since he'd been summoned, relaying only the important things to his master: his strengths which were few, his weaknesses which were many, and his true name.

If he came off as cold to his master, well, that wasn't really his concern.

He could tell she was questioning how she ended up with such a servant anyway. Berserker too wondered why he was even summoned at all. Either way, he was a servant and Blenda was his master. He'd follow her order. No matter the reason he ended up in this circumstance, he was privately glad for it. The blue team's goal was intriguing, enough to spark an ember of hope in Berserker's heart. Rather than stamp it out, he carefully protected the dim light. He'd let it become his strength when the time came.

"..." After a few moments Berserker's eyes slipped open. Turquoise reflected in the glass and he looked at the mirrored image of his master. The boy moved away from the window and approached Blenda, barely reaching her height even while seated. Despite his small stature, Berserker gave off the air of a King - no, something greater than a King.

...but his expression was pinched, his mouth pressed into a thin line as though he were fighting off sheepishness.

"What I mean is, both have their merits."

^{Mentions: @Omida}

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Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450}
^{_________________} _{with @OwO}

Inspect User

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CHARACTER

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

Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 42 (510)
MP – 50 (500)
SP – 42 (450)
STR – 42 (61)
AGI – 40 (50)
END – 35 (39)
DEX – 42 (52)
LUC – 43 (51)

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 3883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Wargtooth Halberd
• Ankle Bells
• Common Health Potion x4

Equipment

• Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C
  • No extra effect.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor:
• Arms:
• Legs:
• Shoes:
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

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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To be fair, Ames probably should have expected that Mags' plan was walk up and start dancing. That was pretty on brand for her. It wasn't even the first time she'd employed that strategy. What was complete unexpected was the onis' response. What... huh? They liked it?? It was hard to tell just what the monsters thought, but they were definitely breaking out into dance themselves, right? Ames peered out from behind the tree after the shockwave of the onis stomped passed by. She squinted her eyes, taking in the scene. That blue one must be the leader, and... his moves were actually pretty good. Magpie wasn't so bad herself.

...uh, hold on, it looks like she's totally into it, Ames thought while staring a little longer. Was this seriously becoming a dance battle? And if so... Ames was joining in. And she wasn't going to lose.

Perhaps Ames' bloodlust eagerness gave her away before she even stepped out from her hiding spot. When she did reveal herself, she made sure it was a slow and deliberate action. It was a signal to the oni that 'hey, I'm not gonna ambush you, I'm with the other human.'

The redhead considered showing off her true power right then and there, but that's not how team competitions worked. While Mags had the floor, Ames would be more like a back-up dancer, a hype man, supporting the brawler. The bells tied to Ames' ankles chimed with even small movements and provided a rough metronome, given that there wasn't much noise in the area besides the wails of unfortunate souls and the slap of the oni's flesh as he undulated.

Current Mood in One Gif

World of Light

Word Count: 746 (+1 exp)
Level: 6 - Total EXP: 20/60
Location: Edge of the Blue

With everyone already in Hawker's Alley, it didn't take much time for all of the blue team to come back together again. Outside of Bulwark Hall, the heroes gathered... only to be told by an attendant that the admiral with the very complex name was currently out of her office - but also that one of their own had already set out to find her. After that news there wasn't much else to do but wait. Or keeping shopping. Yeah that second option sounded nice.

Ace Cadet had his item bag in one hand and his new companion tucked under his other arm, the little monster contented after Cadet finally picked it up a few snacks on their way to the hall. After feeding it, the baby behemoth seemed to bond with him a little... the hunter supposed he didn't have to keep carrying it and that it would follow along after him like all the other critters in town followed their masters, but he wasn't completely sure. Although if it was like a Poogie in other ways besides looks, then a good rub would get it to follow him anywhere. It was really perfect timing when Sakura took notice of the minion and came over.

"It's name is BB," Cadet told her, "I didn't check to see if it was a boy or a girl yet, probably should, but it's a baby 'Behemoth.' They grow up to be pretty dangerous so we took them off the market, Junior's keeping track of the other one."

When she asked to pet BB, the Cadet grinned brightly and handed the whole minion over to her. BB looked disgruntled at that, but to be fair it had looked disgruntled pretty much the whole time Cadet had known it. "Yeah! You're friendly for a little monster, huh, BB?"

BB let out a hard snort through it's snout, and the hunter laughed.

"Pet it all you want, it will probably help it get used to us. Plus I can organize my inventory, gimmie a sec." After saddling Sakura with an armful of piglet whether she was ready for it or not, the Cadet slung his pack up and rustled around in it. With the money he'd made from selling the fish, he'd bought some local potions. Draughts that caused ailments like paralysis, blindness, drowsiness, and poisoning... plus an antidote and an elixir. It was a pretty good array of items, enough to cover the team's bases if they needed it in a fight. Once satisfied with the interior of his bag, the Cadet motioned to Sakura that she could set BB down if she wanted.

"When that girl, Shropshire? When she said this market had everything she wasn't kidding, huh?" Because really, it had pretty much everything. The Cadet blinked at Sakura, looking for... something. "Did you get anything?"

It didn't look like she had, even with everything available. Cadet couldn't relate, buying a ton of items, weapons, and armor was the reason he was pretty much always broke back home (though he could make his zenni back pretty easily when taking quests). On that train of thought... Oh, wait, maybe...?

"Are you broke?" the hunter blurted out unceremoniously. After a beat he realized how straight up rude that sounded, and he pinched the bridge of his nose while laughing the situation off. "Uh, sorry, that was not Ya-cool of me. What I meant is, you probably didn't have any money on you when you woke up in this world, right...? I didn't either."

The Cadet reached into his pack and produced the rest of his gil - the native currency of Limsa. The small pile of gold coins totaled a meager 92 gil, but it was better than nothing, right? He held the money out to Sakura. "I already did my shopping, so here! It giggisux big time to be in a big market like this without being able to get anything. Say it's like a welcome-to-the-team present!"

She'd probably have time to pick something up before the Princess got back, that or later on.

When Peach did return to relay what she'd learned to everyone, Cadet listened diligently. A fleet of ghost ships, huh?

"Won't we need a boat for this? But there aren't any. You think they'd let us borrow that big ship, or should we go find Captain Brineybeard again?" Cadet questioned, wondering how they were supposed to go find a sailing fleet without a ship of their own.

^{@Zoey Boey}

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Word Count: 531 (+1 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 3/20
Location: Sandswept Sky

As Primrose flowed out of the final steps of her dance, she was quite pleased to see that her performance had the intended effect on the queen bee. "Still got it," she murmured to herself, the shadow of a smirk on her face. It had been too long since she last danced, and like her magic she'd been worried that the ability was lost - so it was a relief to see that wasn't the case. As for the enemy in front of her, it certainly looked like it was taking a beating from Sectonia, but it was hard to tell how injured it was. It's form was twisted and grotesque, the usual signs of injury would look perfectly normal on it's body. Sectonia backed off after dealing a presumably harsh blow, but Primrose hesitated to move on. She'd only just arrived at the battle, seeing the creature for the first time she was wary and wanted to make sure it was down.

It turned out that the Thunderblight was not, in fact, down. It blinked across the back of the camel, it's blade lashing out at every person it appeared beside. When it flashed in front of Primrose, the dancer barely had time to think before the monster made it's attack. She raised her arms in feeble defense and the creature's blade bit into her skin, sending the spell she'd been preparing harmlessly up into the air. As the sword pressed towards her, Primrose let herself fall backward to save herself more pain. As she expected, even though Primrose was sat defenseless on the ground, rather than finish her off the blight flew away to harass someone else. It was running around mindlessly, which made it easy to pen in once the others finished off the warrior woman.

With the battle over, Primrose sighed and rubbed at the cuts on her arms, her hands coming away with blood. Her injuries weren't grievous or life threatening, but... well, is possible she'd like to avoid any scarring. She herself only had the most basic medical knowledge, and the rest of the group didn't quite look like healers, but Primrose wasn't on to judge a book by it's cover.

"I don't suppose any of you are versed in healing?" she asked of them. "If not, we may want to try and find some medical supplies... especially if we're going to be taking on more enemies once we get to the mountain."

Speaking of the mountain, taking this contraption there was a pretty interesting idea. It would probably be a lot safer too, in addition to being faster. Primrose looked over at the floating spirits, recalling what the Master of Masters taught.

"That shouldn't be a problem, Mona," the dancer said. Curiously she walked over to the two spirits and picked them up, one in each hand, and held them out to the group for anyone to claim. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but if one of these people knew how to run this machine, we can still learn from them."

Well, maybe not this one... she thought, eyeing the Thunderblight spirit warily. That one would probably do more harm than good to learn from.

What Are You Listening To?

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

"No one can stop me nyaow!"

_{Click for art source}

Name: Nyatalie

Age: Adolescent

Gender: Female

Species: (Galarian) Meowth✨

Ability: Pickup (or Tough Claws if Pickup is too tricky)

Appearance: Nyatalie is a totally normal Meowth! Sure, her brown spots might be really dark, her fur might grow in really fast and stays shaggy no matter how much she grooms it, and her coin might be the dullest you've ever seen... but otherwise, she's exactly the same as the rest of her sisters! Nyatalie does her very best to appear clean and presentable, especially in public. She has a bushy, cream colored coat that she keeps in check with various ribbons and ties. Her teeth and claws are really sharp, and the dark parts of her fur are black as ink. Don't point out that the coin on her head is dark, she's sensitive about it.

Personality: Rambunctious and energetic. Once Nyatalie gets some momentum it's hard to stop her. However, she herself tries to rein in her energy. She tries to stick as close to the traditional depiction of Meowth as possible. Prim, proper, cute, polite. She finds it extremely hard to do so. A lot of the time she'll second guess herself, take something back, or restart something to do it "the right way." She is clumsy but always takes responsibility if something happens. Although her confidence level isn't the highest, she is a firm believer in "fake it 'til you make it."

Short Biography: During the confusion of the mass refugee migration heading North to Cloudgate, a certain Persian found that once she and her family were safe inside the city, suddenly her four daughters had become five. At some point while the family was fleeing the Shade, they'd picked up another child. The mysterious kid was all covered in dirt and grime, but she looked and sounded just like a Meowth. When the Persian cleaned the kitten up, she found it looked like a Meowth too. While the Persian spent some time looking for the child's real family, they never turned up, and so the Persian adopted the Meowth and raised it as her own. Of course, this mysterious Meowth was Nyatalie.

Growing up in Cloudgate was pretty fun, when you're part of a family of five rambunctious sister-cats on the prowl. The Meowth sisters went everywhere together, and they liked to think they owned their little neighborhood. Their mother found steady work as a groomer and masseuse, calming the stressed out citizens and refugees of the town, so their family never had to worry about going hungry or keeping a roof over their head. Mom often said that Nyatalie was their good luck charm, because after losing their previous home they'd found a new one and a new family member.

Now as much as she didn't want to admit it, deep down Nyatalie knew that she wasn't exactly a normal Meowth. She did look a bit different from her sisters. During the odd times when the siblings would fight, sometimes they would make low blows and point out these differences in detail. After all, their mother and the other four sisters all had sleek and shiny fur. Nyatalie's fur was coarse and grew too fast to easily tame. While they found it easy to appear graceful, elegant and aloof, Nyatalie always had an abundance of energy that made it hard to even sit still. Plus the coin on her head, the pride and joy of all Meowth, was completely lackluster. Those fights hurt the most. Once hitting her "teenage" years, Nyatalie began to feel more and more like she didn't belong, despite her mother's words promising otherwise.

When Nyatalie read the posting for a new adventurer's guild, she snatched the paper up and brought it home. Maybe her "unique strengths," as her family put it, could be best utilized as part of a rescue team? Her mother and sisters unanimously supported this plan, figuring that Nyatalie could not only put her energy to good use, but also gain some inner confidence she sorely needed. With their blessings, she made her way to Sunlurch Square the next morning.

Move Set: Growl, Fake Out, Hone Claws, Metal Claw

Equipment: Absolutely nothing! (At the moment)

Other: She doesn't know she is a "Galarian" Meowth, so she 100% believes she will someday evolve into a Persian when she's ready.