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World of Light

Witch One - In the Library

^{Pit @Yankee, Sandalphon @Lugubrious, Bowser, Bowser Jr., & Midna @DracoLunaris}
Word Count: 2684 (+3)

With the timer begun, the four Seekers of Light chosen to be seekers of hiders got a move on. They committed to the simple, impromptu plan they'd agreed upon while they waited: follow Geralt's nose until she caught a strong enough scent, then split off one by one to suss out their hidden quarries. As Kamek set up his wisp watch-lights, the other three wove through town. Hide-and-seek was one of the most basic games of all time, but it was usually pretty fun - so the anticipation of getting started excited Pit. As he'd promised Rika and the rest of his team, he was determined to clinch the win this time. So when Geralt pointed out the large library in town, Pit wasted no time heading inside. "On it!"

Within the town, the library was definitely one of the bigger buildings. It made sense in a way; since the area was used for a game, nothing should be overly large or it would give the hiders more of an advantage than they already had. Stepping into the two-story establishment, Pit could already tell that Geralt was right about a player hiding here. For one, the front area had a bunch of books and papers scattered everywhere on the ground around them. That probably wasn’t normal for a library. And for two, although Pit's angelic senses couldn't compete with the Witcher's nose, he was definitely picking up on something—or someone.

The angel made no attempt to disguise his entrance. In fact, he announced it. "Alright! Come out come out wherever you are!" he said, hopping up onto the pile of bookshelves as he surveyed the area.

Silence was, naturally, his response. None of the hiders would be so easily spooked by that mere announcement, committing fully to their hiding positions.

No matter how terrible.

After all, part of the reason that there were papers and such scattered around everywhere became clear almost immediately; even if the angel had not trusted Geralt’s nose, the line of toppled bookshelves made it very apparent that someone had been here and had made quite the mess of things in the process.

Pit's attention lingered on the chaotic clutter, trying to figure out if it was a fake out or the actual path of destruction someone had left in their haste to hide. So far he spotted a few places that might be good to hide in, but definitely nowhere as large as a big pile of wood, leather, and paper. He probably shouldn't over think it. He spared a moment to trot back over to the library's front door and kick it closed before he followed the trail of shelves to the haphazard pile of them.

He moved some out of the way to make moving around a little easier, shoved them aside with his leg and stood a few back up while shoving them back against the walls they came from. Despite his small, lightweight form, lifting them was practically nothing to him - so when he arrived at the largest amount and went to actually check underneath the pile to see if anyone was hiding there, he was surprised that the topmost bookshelf was so... heavy!

"Huh?" He struggled to lift it at all one handed, but didn't want to put the unicorn horn down to use two just in case some wise guy got it into their head to take it from him. It took a moment, but realization snapped through Pit's brain. The mimic veil, right! He'd thought someone would be hiding inside of the pile of shelves, but they were actually hiding right on top in disguise!

"Heheh, not good enough!" Pit poked the tip of the horn into the heavy shelf.

In response he got a ”Bah!” of frustration, followed by the veil dropping and revealing a half way through trying to emerge from his shell Bowser who then explodes into celebratory confetti. Or, well, there was an explosion of confetti and he was left looking both at and through the spectral form of Bowser.

”Huh” he said as he picked himself up off the floor and into the air before fading entirely from view as he was put into spectator mode.

The initial surprise of Pit's quarry bursting into confetti passed fairly quickly. He gave the king a cheeky wave as he faded away to wherever the game's losers went. When the angel was done, the whole town was gonna be filled with confetti! With one person found, Pit took a lap of the first floor. After discovering it was Bowser that was hidden, he could easily assume it was the Koopa King alone that had caused all of the mess. Since that was the case, there was no guarantee that anyone else was still hiding here - but he had a feeling there was. Both a literal feeling and a hunch. He peeked under desks and behind one sort of large potted plant, taking care to pay attention to how easy it was to push them, though so far there weren't any other weight-based hints. As he made his way back to the front, Pit hopped up onto a long table to get a slightly different viewpoint.

He tipped his head, glancing at everything a second time. If it was him, he'd... well, he probably wouldn't have picked a library to hide in, so he wasn't sure where he'd hide. He tapped the unicorn horn against his hip as he thought about it, beginning to hop from table to table. Maybe it was time to head upstairs? He'd checked all the expected spots on the ground floor, except maybe the oversized grimoires. They were pretty huge for books, but could someone really fit in one? On the last table, Pit squinted down at the tome laid on its surface. It looked pretty much the same as any other book - in fact he was pretty sure he'd already passed one that looked exactly like it. Unfortunately since the cover was plain besides the title (which amounted to just a bunch of random lines to Pit), he couldn't be sure. He huffed, kicking the tome off the table in a fit of minor pettiness.

Rather than sprain his toe, the book suddenly shot off the table to that tap, gliding across it as if it was on ice, before dropping off of it, only the floor, and careneing onwards till it hit the banister of the stairs and came bouncing right back. Exactly like a koopa shell.

If that hadn’t given things away, the cry of ”Oh come on!” that the sliding book gave out certainly did.

The shells weren't unfamiliar to Pit. Even if he hadn't participated in a few Smash tourneys already (giving him a much closer look at those kinds of shells than he wanted in the form of being attacked by them), he considered himself an industry veteran, and so he immediately knew what he was looking at. Unfortunately the Koopa himself, who gave himself away regardless.
"That was clever!" Pit said, jumping down to intercept the shell as it hurtled back towards him. He brandished the horn and smacked the tip right into the moving book. "But I got you!"

And just like before, the Koopa exploded into confetti. Two down! Pit thought to himself with a smile. How long did that take? Must have been pretty quick!

It was common to find Jr. somewhere close to his father, so it wasn't a surprise that the prince had been hiding here too. And yet, there was still that little divine buzz in the general area. He'd searched the first floor as thoroughly as he felt he could on a time limit, so he went to find the stairwell leading to the next one. He bounded up the stairs two at a time, stopping on the landing to survey the immediate space. Since the shelves on the second floor were undisturbed, there was less open space making for better places to hide. However, this floor was also only half the size of the first, or even less, so there wouldn't have been a ton of choices. She's gotta be up here.

Pit jogged down the rows one by one, looking up and around for anything that might be suspicious. He knew that if someone was transformed due to the mimic veil they were still roughly the same size, so large furniture or... something else big that might be in a library. The rows of shelves were orderly and symmetrical, so he discarded the thought that there was another shelf disguise. There was a nook set in the wall of the first row he went down, but it only featured a clock and a few armchairs. As he came upon the opposite wall he spotted another reading nook, only this one had something very suspicious indeed.

There was a matching grandfather clock in this one, which wouldn't have been strange on its own, but this one had a round carpet floating about a foot above it. It seemed to be floating anyway - the sides were draped down, but it didn't look like the top of the clock at all. And who covered a clock with a carpet anyway?

"Pffhahaha!" He blurted out when he saw it. He wasn't laughing at her (that huge halo would give anyone trouble hiding), it was just pretty funny looking. Target spotted, Pit burst into a sprint toward the clock with the horn in hand ready to strike.

By charging forward, the young angel had made clear his realization and thrown down the gauntlet. The grandfather clock a few dozen feet in front of him dissolved, disintegrating like cinders from a campfire, revealing the woman hidden inside. Sandalphon had hoped that her guise would buy her more time, but in Pit’s case, ‘illiterate’ hardly meant ‘stupid’. Her halo made her discovery a foregone conclusion from the start. Now, staring down the proverbial barrel of her would-be catcher, she had only a second to enact her contingency plan. But that was enough.

She bent her knees and turned sideways, couching her right hand, then lobbed an icy cluster at Pit. On contact it froze him solid, stopping him and his unicorn horn just a couple feet from his target. “I commend your efforts.” Disturbed by the archangel’s movement, the rug on her halo slipped off and fell into her waiting hand. “Please excuse me.” Sandalphon tossed it onto Pit’s frozen form for good measure, then stood up straight and disappeared in a pillar of light. She couldn't know if her destination, Blazermate, would be safe for her, but it couldn't be much worse than here.

Three whole seconds went by before Pit was free from the ice. He ripped the carpet off of him and shook his body in canine fashion, especially to get any lingering frost out of his feathers. "What the heck!" he complained aloud, his body getting out a few shivers as it warmed right back up. He figured some of the players would be using their own abilities, but somehow he didn't expect it from Sandalphon.

She'd escaped from right in front of him! But she could still be nearby. Pit leapt up onto the top of the nearest bookshelf, then up higher until he was in the building's exposed rafters. He shimmied forward quickly until he had a good view of the entire library - but there was no sign of the archangel.

"Aargh! She teleported!" Which meant he had no idea where she was. Maybe Kamek's wisps had seen where she ended up though, and whoever was closest could catch her. Pit stood up, jogging further down the wooden beam with the intent to leave the building and let the old mage know. However, as he was still in a searching mindset, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

He whipped around, looking across to another section of the rafters. Various bulbous chandeliers were bolted to the underside of some beams, but one of them was very clearly being held up by a hand - which he never would have seen from the ground. It was a shadow hand in fact, which could only belong to one person.

"Midna!" Pit exclaimed after a moment of being surprised at just how many people had chosen the library as their hiding place. He leapt from his spot directly towards the chandelier.

Having once again announced his detection, the hider wasn’t going to stick around and wait to get caught, though unlike the previous lady, she’d had her own long ranged teleportation disabled due to how unfair the shadow hiding prerequisite would have been. The disguise dropped, revealing the aforementioned princess, who had the witch hat awkwardly perched on one of the ‘horns’ of her helmet. She herself did not drop, however, and instead proceeded to curl up and then hurl her body forwards and into the window of the library, shattering it like a wrecking ball, sending her and a shower of glass flying down onto the grass outside.

A moment later and she was racing through the streets on wolfback.

Determined not to let her get away, Pit followed directly after her - grabbing the beam she'd been hanging from with his hand as he flung himself through the air and swinging himself out of the same window. He landed on the cobbled street, catching sight of the wolfos' tail as it turned a corner. Pit sprang directly up, putting himself on the roof of the next building as he followed her path from higher ground. Although pretty fast, normally the angel wouldn't be able to keep up with her four legged mount. Within the boundary of the game though, it would only be a matter of time.

As he chased Midna, he passed by some of the wisps that Kamek had stationed around town, which led to him basically shouting out his report to them, as he wasn't sure if his voice carried far enough for the advisor himself to hear it. "Kamek! Sandalphon escaped, she teleported somewhere, so I don't know which way she went!"

In response the closest wisp did a little swirling dance as if to communicate ‘message received.’

With someone else able to keep an eye out for Sandalphon, Pit moved in to complete his capture of the Twilight Princess. Just as Ballyhoo said, he could feel himself speeding up the longer he ran. Soon enough he overtook Midna, jumping down from the rooftops to block her path.

"Gotcha!" he said, rushing toward her as though he was using his Arm, swinging the unicorn horn up and out directly at her.

”oh no you don’t!” the princess retorted, slashing a spear out of thin air and attempting to parry the horn away using the horn like she had with the ganondorf mirror.

She succeeded, a flash of surprise crossing Pit's face before he grinned. So that's how she wanted to play it? Fine by me!

He pulled back so that he could keep his grip on the horn. He then twirled it in his hand, this time as though it was part of his bow. It was almost half the size of the weapon, meaning it was just about equal to the size of one of his dual swords - and weighted about the same too. Pit closed in on Midna, aiming to get inside of her spear's range with several quick, unrelenting jabs. All he had to do was poke her once, and it was his win.

"I. Really. Need. An. Actual. Sword." Midna cursed as she held him back for 6 more probes before he got past on the 7th, poking her and eliciting a "Gah" of frustration as she was taken out of the game, leaving a very confused and alarmed wolfos wondering what had just happened. And in front of it, a very satisfied Pit.

"Heheh, victory!"

Well, partial victory. There was still the whole rest of the game to go. After celebrating by patting the wolfos on the head, Pit turned on his heel and sprung back up onto the nearest rooftop. With his area cleared out, it was time to help capture any other fleeing players around town!

Pokemon: Starlight Dreams

I agree with c3p, start off with few just to see how it feels. And once the characters arrive at a point where they could use a full team of six, see how we want to do it then.

Also, I decided on a concept. Gonna rework a character from an old RP I never got to use, which I think will fit in well. Now I'm writing the character sheet!

Two quick questions though: our characters are intended to travel together around the region, right? Also, since exploration is handled in a certain way, would items like pure incense, repels, etc. effectively do nothing mechanically? I was thinking about taking a cleanse tag for the held item for aesthetic/RP purposes.

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World of Light

Witch One - Seekers’ Prep Time

Geralt, Kamek, Rika, and Pit
^{@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@DracoLunaris@Yankee}
Word Count: 1586 (+3)

Rika, having not exactly had the best time, promptly sat herself and her sore, exercised legs down onto the piton laboratory’s table, dangling the unicorn horn in between two fingers. She sighed, before asking ”So what dumb thing is it this time”

”I believe it is a somewhat more elaborate game of hide and seek” Kamek, who was once again on the same team as her, replied as he hovered over to the potion making table.

”Hide and seek?”

”Indeed.” the mage replied, before clarifying for the young lady ”It’s exactly what it says on the tin. They hide, we seek them out. Only they have the ability to disguise themselves as part of the environment, it seems, where as normally they’d hide in or behind things”

The ship girl thought for a moment, and then related it to the closest thing she knew from her life as a naval warmachine ”So like… submarine hunting then?

”I suppose?” Kamek replied, not entirely sure himself it had to be said, before pondering out loud ”Can’t say I’m sure why there is a potion laboratory involved with the game however?” as he examined the fairly familiar setup.

"Maybe it's just for show?" Pit suggested. The angel was currently leaning out of the window, squinting down at the town far below. Getting a bird's eye view of the area would help when they were down there looking for the others. He fiddled with the rainbow unicorn horn in his hand, antsy to get going. Hide and Seek was easy, he could definitely do this one. The added complexity provided by the mimic veils would just make the game more fun.

“Could be. Just adding a variety of places, and objects to hide as.” Geralt added, looking over the alchemical array. “Hmm. Wonder if I could make anything useful here…or even keep it after this thing ends.” Mixing together a few vaguely-familiar seeming ingredients, Geralt sighed when the potion produced a fart sound and a green cloud. “Or maybe not…”

After staring for a little while and trying to memorize the layout of the town, as well as spotting any of their roof-jumping friends and getting a look at the general direction they were headed (and not so subtly snickering at the potion effect), Pit turned back toward his teammates. He was with Rika and Kamek again, which was an interesting coincidence. Did he have some kind of affinity with Koopas, honorary or not? Although instead of the Koopa King or Bowser Jr., this time the last member of the squad was Geralt. It had been days since their sparring debacle, and had said she'd forgiven him a while ago - plus she had changed so much that hopefully Pit could get over the very last of the awkwardness he felt around her through teaming up now.

"Okay team! We are definitely, totally, 100% going to win!" Pit said. He held his horn up in the air. "There's no way they can hide from all of us! Step one, strategy meeting!"

Rika seemed a lot less enthusiastic it had to be said, giving an unconfident groan and pointing out that ”I mean we haven't exactly been winning so far”

”Now, now, a good villain doesn’t let a string of failures stand in the way of giving their all with their next scheme. Perseverance is key young mistress, so pick up both yourself and your spirits, because one day, yes one day very soon, we shall at last have our due” Kamek lectured the princess with dubious wisdom.

"Or a good hero!" Pit made sure to amend. Still, he got where Rika was coming from. Even if the games were fun, losing every time wasn't. He was in the same boat; in fact everyone on the seeking team was. Although for Rika, who'd told him earlier she only just started existing a few days ago, it probably sucked a lot more since there weren't as many victorious memories to fall back on.

Pit gave Rika his best reassuring grin. "Don't worry, I'll make sure we win this one no matter what. You can count on me!" he said, his voice full of determination. This was the last minigame after all, so it was now or never!

The ship girl gave him an entirely unfiltered by social sensibilities look that amounted to : can I really though?

“Plucky determination aside, we have a genuine tactical advantage on our side: I can track better than a bloodhound with my nose. With all the people around, it might not be perfect, but I can at least get us to their general area instead of us bumbling around thoughtlessly.” Geralt added, having finally joined the others. She wasn’t swimming in tokens, but she was doing well enough for herself so far.

"Wow, really?" Her nose was better than a dog's? Pit had no idea! "...um, have you been able to smell us all this whole time?"

”My condolences if so” Kamek said, because between dank caverns, desert heat and the sweat and blood of combat, said smell wasn’t exactly stunning ”I hope this ship of yours has baths because we could all, I think, do with one”

Geralt rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’m used to the stench of death, decay, and blood. Bad body odor barely registers anymore, so don’t feel overly conscious about it.”

"Anyway, that's great! It'll make this a whole lot easier." Especially since Pit wouldn't be able to rely on his own supernatural sense. With all the witchy-ness of the playing field, and the large number of players that had some form of magic, he had already ruled out being able to narrow down any areas just by feeling them out. Although he'd probably still be able to vaguely sense Sandalphon's general area, since she was the only one that had that divine sort of feel.

"We can go around together until Geralt sniffs something, then one of us can find the person hiding in that area while the rest of us continue to the next one. You guys think that will work?"

”But what if they move to a place we’ve already looked while we are looking somewhere else? There’s only four of us, and there’s a lot of town, looks like” Rika nay sayed.

”hmmmm.” Kamek pondered for a moment before saying that ”For that, I can make us some lookouts to watch the streets” before taking a few moment to conjure a wisp, a small gang of glowy winged orbs that floated up onto the table next to Rika as the mage explained that ”If I pop some of these at the highest points of the town, and I should be able to spot any obvious movement from building to building”

"Good idea!" Pit said, poking at the wisp. "And since we're in a Halloween town, they don't even look out of place."

From there Pit returned to the window seeing if he could get any last minute information. Ninety seconds had to be up soon. "Where should we start? He could head right to the center of town from here."

“Might be best just to circle outwards from the tower, until I catch a trail. Like you said, Pit, once we get close, we can have one of us separate and hunt down the hiders, and the rest of us keep going. Only concern is finding them without wasting all of our attempts. Only nine mistakes until we lose? Bit tight to mess around with.” She tried thinking of a better strategy, but given that they had little more than a minute to strategize in total, she didn’t have much luck at all.

"That works for me," the angel replied, glancing over his shoulder. "We'll just have to look for anything out of place! And maybe we can spook them into giving themselves away. Y'know like with a feint or something."

”Like this?” Rika asked, before firing her grappling hook, to the end of which he had attached her prop hunting horn. The colorful shank flew through the air, and then right over the top of a random pot before striking the wall just above it. Then she flicked the rope of the grapple to toss it back over the demonstration prop and had her shank wizz right back to her.

The sudden nature of her maneuver would definitely lend itself well to making hidden players flinch. "Yeah, like that! ...as long as hitting the wall doesn't count as making a mistake?" As he said that, Pit's eyes flicked around and above Rika looking for some kind of indicator, though it seemed like they'd just have to keep track themselves.

”That’s gonna be trickier to do” Rika replies before doing a few practice twips where she reeled it back before it hit anything, which had an unfortunately high failure rate.

”Might be best to keep that for if we have any runners” Kamek suggested, before clicking his beak in thoughtfulness.

At that point, eddies of magical energy began to swirl around the four Seekers. “Time’s up, hiders!” Ballyhoo’s voice rang out throughout the wonderworld, sounding a little more prerecorded than usual. “Ready, seekers? Then the hunt is on!”

With an arcane flash the tower around the hunters disappeared, replaced by the wooden cottages and coarse cobblestones of Morgenstund proper. Giant orange numbers manifested in the night sky, glowing like the light of jack-o-lanterns. The six-minute seeking period was underway, and the game was afoot.