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Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

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Neir - The Drunken Bear

《 Level 1 Bullshitter 》
@ERode@TheMushroomLord@PKMNB0Y

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Oh, she's trying to trip me up already. Nevermind, fuck the NPCs. Connor tried not to move his mouth or eyes despite the ill-feelings. He might not have any social skills, but just taking her at her word was enough.

"Yeah, that's cause C is my middle initial. Like I said. Peter C. Parker." he replied, before shoveling more stew as Meira answered his questions. So magic wasn't something everyone in this world had access to. If it required expensive schooling and private tutoring, then unless there was some limiting factor like 'only X% of the population is capable of magic,' it was likely within the purview of nobility to learn it.

Which means if I can do things more impressive than force-pushing and wood whittling, people will think I either have power or money.

The catgirl's next explanation caused him to gulp, and not just because of the stew. True Name magic was a thing here--as were what he could only assume would be the trickster fae creatures of Earth legend. Fucking Midsummer Night's Dream bullshit! He definitely wasn't giving up the "C" moniker anytime soon, then.

"I wouldn't so much say we came here together." Connor said slowly as he stirred what remained in the bottom of his bowl. "Rather, we ended up in the same place. The first time I met Cassius and our...other friend, was...Upon our arrival here." Not lying. Clearly hiding something. But she already suspected that. Give her enough of what she wants to make her feel validated, but steer her away from anything that would deem me a threat or a lawbreaker. When she gets the satisfaction of thinking she's right, she won't question it further.

He downed the last spoonful of the stew, then gazed into the empty bowl somewhat forlornly.

"Oh, right...Any chance I could get something here for the road? To bring back to the others?"

He hoped no one had found the slime yet. He didn't want to risk opening his Status Window again with so many people around, and didn't think he could mentally multi-task sending a message to the others without coming off as even more suspicious to the adventurer across from him. But how long had he been gone already? Dragging a body, getting interrogated, and now getting a mooch dinner off someone he didn't exactly trust...The sun had gone down by now, probably, right? Could he even find his way back to the slums in the dark?

Under the table, one foot started nervously bouncing up and down...

CONNOR'S DISCOVERIES

• Acquired "Shitty Cloak!"
• Acquired "Knife Bandolier!"
• "Caliboard, the Holy 2x4."
• Learned "Push!"
• Learned "Cut!"

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

Just checking in with everyone! No rush on posts, but everyone still interested?

@RogueFox

Yeah, I'm still here. I was also waiting on @Wayward since me and RoadkillBanana had previously doubled up before your GM-post. Didn't wanna skip over whatever Togrash's response to Gezoto would be!

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

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Neir - The Drunken Bear

《 Level 1 Foodie 》
@ERode@TheMushroomLord@PKMNB0Y

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"Adjective Nouns," huh? Snakes, rabbits, boars, and wolves...if the Poison Slime is like ours, it'd probably be the easiest to kill, but how does it inflict the poison? Touch contact? Spit? Connor sipped the beer and found it very "bready," but also distinctly watered down compared to what he'd had in the "modern" world.

Meira was less helpful as far as herblore went, but went on to describe the other races within Neir. Anything that could live in the city, Connor assumed counted as a "person," so even if one encountered similar creatures in the wild it probably wasn't a good idea to try killing them for EXP.

...Hold on, bro, did you just...consider actual murder? He looked down at the table for a second as he set his drink down.

"Oh, right, I don't ever think I got your name... Or you, mine?" she added in. "It's Meira, by the way."

"Oh, uh--" Connor blinked as he tried to make eye-to-forehead contact again, "P-Peter. Peter, um, C. Parker. I t-told Cassius to just call me "C," cause..." He glanced nervously around, "Well, to be honest, we don't really "know" each other. And I uh," He fidgeted, "I was kinda scared that maybe...there could be some True Name magic stuff, going on?" If this doesn't make any sense to her, then at least that's one worry gone. But the protagonists in Isekai always seem to try and keep their otherworld status under wraps whether they have a good reason or not--I'm definitely not giving out anything I think could be used against me.

As the waitress returned and thumped a bowl down in front of him, Connor thanked her reflexively with a nod of his head, then looked at this "rabbit stew." It seemed normal enough---some kind of vegetable broth, thick chunks of diced...potato? Carrot? Something starchy and rooty. The rabbit had been marinated in something thick and brown, and had a sprinkling of herbs over the top. He sniffed it, then brought a spoonful of the broth to his lips first.

Here's hoping whatever made me able to understand languages and use magic also included free immunizations to this world's microfauna...

The stew was good. He ate with gusto. Between mouthfuls he thought of something else to ask Meira.

"So...if I had an interest in learning magic, where would I go? Does the Guild give like, job-training of some kind? Are there public libraries here?" So far, she's been helpful...and nobody in here has tried to start a bar fight yet? So maybe the NPCs here aren't as dangerous as I was afraid of... If this world wasn't an edgy, grimdark subversion of all the typical tropes, then maybe he didn't need to be quite so afraid...

CONNOR'S DISCOVERIES

• Acquired "Shitty Cloak!"
• Acquired "Knife Bandolier!"
• "Caliboard, the Holy 2x4."
• Learned "Push!"
• Learned "Cut!"

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

@RogueFox Dibs on whichever group fights Ravili! I wanna have Gezoto fight him in a "pummel duel!"

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

@RogueFox I have no idea what you have planned for the campaign on this planet, but as I was thinking about the RP the idea happened to come to me...

"What would the "elite" fighters of this planet look like? Like, normal humans in DB were weak, but they still had Krillin and Yamcha and a few others. So maybe these frog people have a handful of warriors..."

And then the mental image hit me:

Hider

XD

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

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@RoadkilBanana Gezoto thought he heard Wiik say something, but it was really the scream of a Pastaran tumbling through the air that caused the gangster to turn. A roguish smile spread across his red face.

"I gotcha, I gotcha!" Clasping both hands together, he drew a deep breath as he reared back. He twisted his hips, swinging both arms with a loud grunt! The axe-handle blow instantly killed the poor native, but the impact sent their mangled body flying with such force they smashed right through a line of decorative trees along the city sidewalks. Purple wood splintered, limbs crashing down as orange and yellow leaves scattered in the wind and dust.

"Hoooooome run!" Gezoto whistled at his own handiwork, holding one hand like a visor beneath his horns as he surveyed the carnage.

The gravity on this planet was heavier than the galactic standard, but there wasn't as much of a difference between it and Ssupaikii as there would be with other planets. Gezoto could feel the difference, like wearing heavy weights on his limbs and chest, heart and lungs working harder for less. But his homeworld had been made of dense metal elements, after all, with a superhot core that strengthened both its gravitational pull and magentosphere. Gravity aside, the only word Gezoto had for Pastara right now was "soft."

They didn't know what it was like to struggle for everything you had, to dredge up a life out of mud and grit. They couldn't fight to cling to their own scraps. That was why they were weak.

Nearby, more amphibious soldiers were being tossed this way and that by another member of their squad. Gezoto grinned as he watched the lizardman work, silent and dogged as ever.

@Wayward"Togrash, they finally let your sorry tail outta Recovery?" he called as he jumped onto a pile of rubble and folded his arms. "Here I thought I was gonna have to make Wiik pull his weight this time around! Gyahahaha!"

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

@RoadkilBanana I'm gonna wait for Wayward to post before I reply, hope that's alright with you!

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

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!

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

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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...

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

First post is up! Hope you all enjoy slaughtering a bunch of frog-men!

@RogueFox

Am I the only one imagining them as Frog from Chrono Trigger? XD