@RoadkilBanana I'm gonna wait for Wayward to post before I reply, hope that's alright with you!
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"You're me from the future, and you came back to the past to keep me from suffering like you did?" asks my childhood self. "Something like that," I reply as I load the gun.
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"You're me from the future, and you came back to the past to keep me from suffering like you did?" asks my childhood self. "Something like that," I reply as I load the gun.
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Writing horror is super difficult because it requires telling a story while shutting up at the same time. It's fear of the UNKNOWN, not fear of the well-written descriptions.
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Say "thanks," when they compliment you and smile. Watch more of what's going on around you instead of staying inside your head. If eye contact's hard, stare at her forehead.
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Posted. Let me know if there are any issues with the battle descriptions---I tried to base it around what we see in the Raditz fight, but if Gezoto comes off as too powerful or anything I'll be happy to change it!
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Re-entry was always one of his favorite parts. So many other low-class combatants complained, because the attack pods were far from the comfiest form of space travel. The spherical shape kept drag equalized across the hull, good for resisting pressure damage in dense atmospheres, but not the greatest at dissipating heat for the same reason. Gezoto's race, however, had an epidermal composition closer to that of minerals than skin or scales. Heat wasn't as much of an issue for them.
Neither was the bone-rattling plummet as the ship's sensors blared at him. As the auto-pilot relayed its dreary, monotone messages about the upcoming planetary environment--high humidity, heavy gravity, blah blah blah--the Ssupaik-jin let out a whoop and clapped his barbed hands together. The little pod, glowing red hot, plowed right into one of the frogmen's armored vehicles. The tank's top half was blown off the treads as the whole thing turned into an avalanche of scrap metal, crashing into one of those cerulean structures that probably used to be someone's house. Rubble fell, something exploded, and flames swallowed what was left.
Before the hull even finished cooling down, Gezoto's foot assisted the hydraulic door in breaking its air tight seal. With a screech and a loud hiss, the pressurized interior of the ship released a cloud of steam. The monster that emerged from it popped his neck from side to side.
@RogueFox"You got it, Aneki!" Gezoto replied to Rhubari through the scouter. The term was a way of calling someone "big sis," but less familial and more like a gangster talking to another member of their crew. As he pressed the button on his ear piece, he looked around at the frogmen rushing to surround him. Their power levels blipped across the screen as they pointed their plasma spears at him. The red horned alien's fanged mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. "Mm mm, looks like we got frog legs on the menu! Gyahahaha!"
"Death to tyrants!" roared one of the Pastarans, before bounding straight at Frieza's henchman. Gezoto smirked, before moving with explosive speed using his Ki. His body flickered out of sight, before he reappeared at the frogman's side! With a vicious spin kick, he knocked the native out of the air. The amphibian hit the broken streets and bounced, bones crunching as it coughed blood.
"No! Everyone, attack togeth--" said another, before Gezoto's fist cut him off. The flabby snout was torn to shreds by the sharp spikes on his knuckles, and once more the Frieza Force member sent his enemy flying backwards. Two more stabbed at him from either side, but he jumped straight up over both of the sizzling energy blades and blasted them with his own, yellow colored spheres! The ki orbs were generic, but still carried enough power to put holes all the way through the Pastaran's less advanced armor.
"C'mon, is this all ya got!?" Gezoto cackled as the victims exploded, dust clouds hiding what was sure to be a gory fate. He looked around at the others, rolling one shoulder as if he was just warming up...
First post is up! Hope you all enjoy slaughtering a bunch of frog-men!
Am I the only one imagining them as Frog from Chrono Trigger? XD
@RogueFox Maybe start off from the perspective of the planet being invaded? Like, show their cities panicking to evacuate as the FF ships appear in the sky, or their military scrambling to try and fight back? Maybe the ship fires a beam that decimates a few buildings, or our Attack Pods land right on top of their tanks?
"A... Doggy bag? ...Oh, you wanted to bring him leftovers." she finally said before glancing back towards where the elf had thrown up mere moments earlier. "...I don't think he'd be able to keep it down, to be honest. It'd be better to just let him drink water for now and let the healers—and maybe a chirurgeon—do what they need to. I'll treat him some other time."
"Oh, no, not him." Is calling it a doggy bag offensive to cat people? "I meant for "S," the other person in our shack..." Connor clarified. "They, uh, kinda have a hard time getting anything for themselves right now, if we can I'd like to get back as soon as possible..."
Miera led him out of the slums and through the gatehouse into the actual town, thankfully taking any suspicion off the otherworlder. As they walked and talked she explained more about this world's take on the usual Adventurers' Guild tropes.
Eight ranks that are "normal," and three that are "legendary," although she might've left off a few. Connor noted. Her plate's...I'd call that either copper or bronze. So Miera was either a third-level or fifth, and she was capable of swinging a sword nearly as big as she was fast enough to overwhelm a "rogue type" opponent. Connor didn't know much about martial arts or if magic in this world could enhance physical abilities, but he assumed that would put the catgirl in "peak human athlete" territory. If he were to highball that assessment, then... Peak human would be like Captain America, so if that's bronze level...maybe Iron is just someone who's a "properly trained professional," Copper could be someone with an intermediate level of training, Tin would be a rookie... So even someone like him could probably pass whatever test was needed to become a Wood-ranked adventurer, and maybe he wouldn't even be expected to fight monsters yet. Cruising by on the typical herb-gathering quests was perfectly fine by him.
When they entered the tavern, he felt his heart rate speeding up. The number of people talking, the clinking of dishes, the crackling of a fire pit... Focus, focus, don't get overstimulated, don't freak out, you can do this, you're a soon-to-be-OP isekai protagonist now...
"What?" he half shouted when the waitress asked them what they wanted to drink. He gulped nervously as she repeated herself, but he still wasn't sure exactly what she'd said. He only caught "water" and "beer," and then Meira asked for water so he was able to piece it together. It wasn't that he couldn't hear her, but rather that he couldn't seem to shut out everyone else. God, he hated crowds!
"Beer!" he said, nodding rapidly until the waitress left. He sighed and tried to focus on staring at Miera's forehead. "Does this place have a menu? Better yet, what do you recommend if I haven't eaten anything in like..." How long has it actually been since I got on the plane this morning? "...a day?"
Once orders were in and all they had to do was wait, Connor cupped one hand near his ear so he could better hear what Miera had to say to his next questions.
"S-so, uh, let's say I'm not familiar with flora and fauna in, um, this region...What kind of monsters does a fella have to look out for around here?" He would carefully sip his beer--he'd drank some in college, though usually only to unwind while gaming or take the edge off after tests--while also occasionally looking around the tavern to gauge what kind of people were around them. "And, um...aside from, folk like yourself and Cassius, what uh...w-what other non-human races are common in the city?" I hope "non-human" is a politically correct way to phrase that...
Update is go! @King Cosmos and @Kazemitsu, if you still want to do things before time jumping that's cool, just let me know if there's something specific you need and I can tell you so you can include it in your next posts.
Orc Camp
Day 2
@ERode
Gain Skill: Dusk Vision - Rank I - Orc Inheritance. One's eyes need less light to see by, allowing them to see normally in dim light conditions and half as well in darkness so long as it is not completely black. Color perception is half as accurate in dim light, and in darkness the perception of color is lost. This Skill does not apply to other vision-related Skills.
All Skill Slots have been filled.
Esfir's Murderous Intent caused the runt she was facing to stop cold in his tracks--if the skill worked better on weaker opponents, then it seemed evident that the "normal" Orc Runts probably had not gotten as many levels or skills as Esfir and the others like her. After she drop kicked him, he lost his grip on the heavy shield while trying to get up.
If not for the leather pouch on the end of her wooden spear, even without a sharp point she might've actually gutted him.
Her vicious thrust with the practice weapon sank right into the other orcling's solar plexus, producing a spray of spittle as her opponent was driven back. Gasping for air, nonetheless the miserable cretin managed to bat her weapon away. With a clear killing intent of his own he charged straight at Esfir, whirling his wooden mace--just a shaft with a larger chunk of a log screwed onto its end, a bit like a stick grenade--in wild figure eights.
He didn't have the breath left in him to keep it up for long, but if Esfir wasn't careful one of those wild swings had more than enough power to hurt...
@King Cosmos
Day 1 > Day 2
"Survival? Strength?" Yambagorn chuckled as she considered Akeno's answers. "To an Orc, da two be da same." The shaman grunted as she shifted her weight, rising with all the non-agility of an old crone before she shuffled over to her little table. She turned a few things over and slid bowls and tools around, before finding whatever it was she'd been looking for. Then she turned and held it out to Akeno.
"Dis be a Red Cream mushroom. When ya cut da head, de ooze inside keeps wounds from gettin' infected and makes swellin' go down. Ya can eat it, too--very filling!" The white stalked, bulbous red mushroom had little green, almost gel like pustules on top of it. "But, when ya mix it wif otha tings, it makes good medicine. If ya want to be me apprentice, find de otha ingredient to make Healing Salve, and bring it back to me!" The Shaman waved her off, and turned back to go into her cave. "Or keep it and just eat it, Yambagorn dun care! Best not go back out tonight, though, will soon be dark and de dangerous critters be out!"
With a ding sound Akeno could only hear in her head, another Optional Quest appeared in the System just like it had with Shamar. But, it seemed her conversation with the Shaman was over--unless she intended to talk with other Orcs in the camp, or was determined enough to try going back out into the wilderness as evening fast approached, it might be time to focus on finding her shelter to spend the night...
Assuming she would at least not get herself killed during the night, the next morning would see her at the Training Circle with the others going through the same grueling, cruel exercises.
Quest Complete!
LEVEL UP! Level 3 > 4!
Choose ONE:
- Increase MP
- Gain 1 Skill Rank Point
- Gain 1 Empty Skill Slot
- Gain Skill: Dusk Vision
Eventually she would be given a choice of practice weapon, and be paired up with a runt who looked pretty big for his age. He actually had hair too, or at least enough of it to be pulled up into a topknot on his otherwise bald and stone-blue head. He'd chosen a longsword, and wielded it with two hands as he waited, silent and stoic, for her to make the first move...
@Kazemitsu
Day 1 > Day 2
You have chosen [Dusk Vision] and [Empty Skill Slot].
Your Skill Slots are currently full. Placing Dusk Vision into Empty Skill Slot.
All Skill Slots are filled.
"An anthog? And the otha three was already dead?" Auguz looked the two Runts over again as he considered Grunthor's story. Finally, he grumbled something to himself and nodded. "Fine, then. What's yer name, Runt--?" He started to hold Grunthor's arm up and announce his acceptance into the tribe as he had all the other successful runts up to this point, but then the Runt produced his slime bag full of his other kills' remains. Auguz blinked for a moment, and then his face cycled between confusion, surprise, and annoyance. He genuinely seemed at a loss for what to do--and settled on the most orcish reaction.
"Ya wasn't s'posed to be out dere eatin' like a little pig!" He slapped Grunthor over the head with one meaty palm. "You woulda been back a long time afore Wompus Cats start prowlin', if you'd done like ya was told!" Then he backhanded him. "And ya don't get no Skills if ya eat every freakin' aminal at once! Ya gotta focus on one ting at da time!" Finally, he grabbed Grunthor by the forehead, palming his whole cranium like a basketball, and glared into the runt's eyes. "In da future, ya better listen to what I fuggin' tells ya, Runt!" Then he pushed him along, and tossed back the spider leg trophy. "Now, by sunrise tomorrer yer to be at the Training Circle! I dun give a damn what ya do til then--just don't be a lazy grukh!"
"Phew." said the greasy, still unnamed runt as the Head Warrior stormed off. "Well, better you than me, huh champ? If it makes ya feel any better, I think he was actually impressed by your spoils--these dunderheads just don't know how to handle the unexpected, and he didn't want you to get the idea you could question his authority." Then he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Then again, I ain't no shrink. What're ya gonna do now?"
Now that Grunthor had received the next Quest--which mentioned that he already had 3/3 meals for the day, and only needed to find shelter for the night before reporting to the training circle--he could also choose to visit other Orcs around the Camp in search of Optional Quests. If he explored or asked around a little bit, he'd likely be able to make contact with Shamar the Head Hunter, Bowbh the Head Crafter, Yambagorn the Shaman, or maybe someone else if he looked especially hard. But given how exhausted he'd already become and how late in the day it was, whatever other tasks he acquired would need to wait until the next day.
Finding shelter would make passing the night easier, but at the very least it seemed he would be lucky enough to survive to the next morning regardless...And then, upon going to the training circle, he'd be subjected to the same vicious beatings and mockeries as all the other runts. When finally given a choice of practice weapon and another opponent, he would find himself facing a fat, ochre-bodied, but short runt with a squashed face and buck teeth. This runt had picked a wooden polearm, a little longer than some of the other spears--perhaps meant to emulate a halberd or pike.
As soon as the start signal was given, the tubby orcling released a gibberish warcry before swinging in a wide circle, his whole body spinning towards Grunthor...
@ReusableSword
Quest Complete!
MP Increased! Mental Points are expended when you manipulate and release Mana, when the ratio of cognitive load to stress hormone production rises above the basal rate, or when emotional and/or sensory information input surpasses processing ability. When Mental Points are spent, you will suffer from the Mental Breakdown condition.
Gain Skill: Slash - Rank I - Powerful bladed attack to enhance weapons, claws, etc. Uses SP.
All Skill Slots are filled.
New Equipment: Buckskin Pants - Armor/Clothing - Pants, complete with small pockets, made from tanned and scraped hides. Offers some small measure of defense and cover against the elements. Not a complete set.
Agar's opponent hadn't expected him to advance, probably because the orc's idea of using a "defensive weapon" like a shield was to cower down behind it. As a result, both charges met head on as Agar's round shield smashed into the other runt's chest and clacked against his chin. As he stumbled back, Agar's wooden axe began to crackle with red energy--the activation of Slash felt like his heartbeat had somehow run down his arm into the weapon as he swung.
Desperately, the other orc managed to get both of his swords in front of him. There was a loud CRACK as the wooden weapons collided, and Agar's opponent was thrown backwards. One of his weapons had broken, and he'd lost his grip on the other one. He landed hard on his back on the ground, and groaned as he tried to roll over to get up...
"What're ya waitin' for? Finish it!" Auguz shouted from the edge of the ring, looking at Agar with an expectant eye...
Alrighty! I'll put out an ad or two, and we can see about starting next week regardless? I'm just not sure how many more people we'll get. This is pretty niche haha
Usually the interest check is put up before the actual RP topic, but in this case it probably wouldn't hurt to make one after the fact. You could put it in both the Casual Interest Checks and the General Interest Checks with links back to this topic.
@RogueFox I wouldn't mind waiting a big longer for more players. Rhubari as squad leader is fine by me.
I guess if I had any questions at this point, maybe what kind of planet and inhabitants we're starting out on? Would we be visiting the DB-Earth at any point?
I guess if I had any questions at this point, maybe what kind of planet and inhabitants we're starting out on? Would we be visiting the DB-Earth at any point?
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