Dodging instead of parrying, skill based fighting instead of raw power, yes.
In normal form, we're more Dark Souls, because we're rolling everywhere.
In Resurrecion we're more Bloodborne, because our dodging shifts over to Sonido, and we get the inhumanly large sidesteps where we're also mostly invincible.
Ranged works into that just as well. Sometimes we cast spells instead of doing slash attacks.
In Hollow Knight you can run a much more spellcasting heavy build. I like Nemo as a hit-and-run sniper who doesn't stay in melee for too long because it sets up a very strong feel for how she should fight - mildly panicked.
In Hollow Knight you can run a much more spellcasting heavy build. I like Nemo as a hit-and-run sniper who doesn't stay in melee for too long because it sets up a very strong feel for how she should fight - mildly panicked.
In Dark Souls and Bloodborne it's totally possible to beat every boss with the ranged/spellcasting options all it takes is a little skill. So going ranged is still a viable Darksouls and Bloodborne route.
In Hollow Knight you can run a much more spellcasting heavy build. I like Nemo as a hit-and-run sniper who doesn't stay in melee for too long because it sets up a very strong feel for how she should fight - mildly panicked.
No reason we can't do both. Keeping your distance and sniping is a valid tactic in Bloodborne, although you do have to sometimes close the distance to deal critical blows.
Nemo could focus on using Sonido to dodge while spamming Balas, then dash in every now and then for a quick strike. But if that's the case, I think Bala should be prioritized over Ceros, given it's speed, versatility and how we can mix it with our physical attacks.
No reason we can't do both. Keeping your distance and sniping is a valid tactic in Bloodborne, although you do have to sometimes close the distance to deal critical blows.
Nemo could focus on using Sonido to dodge while spamming Balas, then dash in every now and then for a quick strike. But if that's the case, I think Bala should be prioritized over Ceros, given it's speed, versatility and how we can mix it with our physical attacks.
Yeah in hollow knight, especially steel soul mode, mildly panicked is the baseline, ramping up to holyshitfuck in hard boss fights and that fucking white palace. So a dodge/agility fighter who stays at whatever range she has the most advantage in. Melee fighters we'd kite (run away from) and blast with cero/bala/vengeful spirit, squishy mages we'd get in close and gank'em.
I kind of want to see her interact with Orihime We do menial tasks and it's not like the one supposed to take care of her has minions. The idea of being ordered to go on a food run for her unique cooking, because he knows that we go to the real world and don't get caught sounds hilarious.
Though being pulled into caretaker duty could be interesting by itself.
I kind of want to see her interact with Orihime We do menial tasks and it's not like the one supposed to take care of her has minions. The idea of being ordered to go on a food run for her unique cooking, because he knows that we go to the real world and don't get caught sounds hilarious.
Though being pulled into caretaker duty could be interesting by itself.
This could have a set-up section, possibly another Omake, let's call it a prequel, where Ulquiorra recruits us to help out in the first place because he can detect Emo auras, and deemed us suitably mentally stable enough to not try and gouge her eyes out.
And then the first omake opens with us trying to escape the room without hurting her, but we can't because she's too busy squeeing at our shortness. It Orihimes from there.
"A wise decision," Alphonse says with a nod. "I have been informed of a place within the living world which should hold the key to Cirucci's desires, a center of fashion. I have no doubt that style has only grown more refined in the decades since I last set foot there."
"Okay, back up a bit," Esmeralda intervenes. "How are you going to send her to the living world without anyone noticing? I mean, I've seen her Descorrer. No offense, Nemo, but it's a bit… Loud. And slow."
"A fair point. Although given her lack of hesitation, I would wager this isn't the first time our friend does this sort of thing, is it?"
You have the good manner of looking down and blushing.
"Well, be that as it may. I have just the trick," Alphonse adds, drawing the pair of giant scissors from his back. "Now I just need the right measurements…" He frowns, touching the air with one hand, then licks his finger and passes it through the air as if brushing the outline of a door. "Yes, perfect."
The tailor takes a step back and opens his scissors, and with a sudden motion you can barely follow starts cutting at nothing, the great blades clicking madly as he draws an oval outline… And when he stops, the air in front of you falls back, like a piece of cardboard cutout, and you are staring at an ominous, buzzing blackness.
"Take this." Alphonse tosses you an object, which you catch in the air; it is a tiny bell. "Ring it when you need to come back, and I'll cut you a way. Oh, and this too!" He adds, grabbing a pile of paper sheets and a pencil and pushing them in your hands. "For the notes."
You stare dubiously at the menacing hole in the world, only to feel a sudden push as someone kicks your behind. You turn on your heels outraged, and Esmeralda is grinning at you - but there's an edge to it, the smile isn't quite sincere.
"You should be glad you get to abscond in the living world when I get stuck here! Now go, and don't let yourself be caught by some shinigami or something, all right?" She folds her arms. "Or else I'll have to look for someone else to do that job!"
You sigh, turn back and step towards the opening, Alphonse nodding encouragingly. You cross the threshold, feeling the air go cold on your skin...
"Be safe!" Esmeralda calls out, and you turn to wave a goodbye, but the hole is already snapping close.
Well. No way to go but forward.
You walk in darkness, a thin shroud of your own spiritual energy protecting you from the dangerous influence of the void between worlds. You take cautious steps, focusing your energy to form a thin platform of light beneath your feet, and you walk there one step at a time. Darkness surrounds you but it is not empty; it swirls, buzzes, hums and moans. You are not quite sure of the nature of this place, and frankly you don't wish to find out more. You keep your head down, tighten your cloak, and quicken your step, until there is light ahead of you, and then…
...the last time you came into the living world, it was at night.
You had forgotten what a crowd was.
It overwhelms you at first, almost completely. Before you can even see the street or the building you see a moving mass, a shapeless cohort, and you hear it and smell it too, a dizzying overload of the senses.
You step back - and for a moment you're about to fall back into the hole in the world, but it snaps shut behind you and you just stumble backwards until you hit a wall. Putting both hands on the concrete for support, you breathe slowly in and out.
No one can see you. No one can see you. You hang on to that fact as you pull yourself together.
This isn't a shapeless cohort, you realize now. These are individual people, which is in its own way even more maddening. Clothes, faces, speech, manner of walking all different, all moving towards their own destination. Groups of young girls chatting lively. Men and women in suits walking at a fast pace towards their place of work. Young men taunting and boasting as they walk slowly, the stroll itself more important than wherever they're going. Women in strange costumes advertising stranger establishments. Couples admiring things trapped behind glass but moving on without buying them. It's all too much. Your world is smaller than a hundred people. You can't integrate all these individualities into it.
You close your eyes, breathe in and out, and open them again.
You see a shapeless cohort distinguished largely by details of clothes and colors. You relax. You're standing on a streetwalk, leaning against a wall, people passing before you. When you look up you see bright, colorful signs in Japanese, decorated arches in garish colors, and as your eyes scan the crowd you think you spot the place of which Alphonse was talking; a wide street, even more crowded than the one on which you're on, filled to saturation with signs and pictures and illustrations, hundreds of young people pressing in-between the buildings on each side. You understand the words you're reading, but lack any context for them, and so you look down from the signs before they overload you again.
You take in a sharp breath and step into the street. At first you worry that the crowd will push and shove you heedless of your presence, but you pass through them without trouble. You relax a little more.
A lot of the people around you are dressed… You suppose it's "normally," although you're not up to date with the dress code of the living world; but they are simple, practical clothing in simple colors. But a lot of them are instead wearing strange, colorful habits; their hair are dyed bright in blues or pinks or reds that match the colors of their skirts or boots or stockings. Others are dressed more somberly, but seem anachronistic; you see at least one young man in a top hat and long black coat and… You're getting overwhelmed again.
This is proving a more difficult mission than you thought. But you are one of lord Aizen's Arrancars, and you will power through.
You draw your eye away from the people and towards the windows of the many, many shops in this street. Most of them are full of clothes put on dazzling displays, but you're not sure what you are looking for. You pass by those which look ordinary (although you occasionally take awkward, standing-up-and-writing-on-paper-in-the-street notes when you find something you like, even though chances are it won't be much use to you).
You might or might not have dashed through a window to grab a nifty little scarf. No one can prove anything.
After a while you start specifically following those groups of girls which have colorful clothes that could be described as all of "puffy," "short," and featuring "lace" and "stockings," going from Alphonse's rundown. This eventually leads you to a shop in which an oppressive number of such girls are browsing through aisles of blouses and puffy skirts and lacy shirts and jackets with many shiny buttons, but this one is too colorful to really match what you understand of Cirucci; you jot down a few quick notes and leave.
...then you go back and take a really nice tie you spotted inside, then leave again.
Go on, confess. What new clothes did you acquire?
[ ]Write in.
Your meandering steps eventually lead you to a different shop. Smaller, with a more.. Rustic atmosphere, with deliberately dimmer lighting and darker styles of clothes. You look around and there it is, written amidst a thousand other descriptors you don't really get; "gothic lolita." You think you've hit the jackpot. You sit down on top of a pile of clothes and quickly start scribbling sketches of what you're seeing everywhere, complementing them with written notes describing texture and fabric and common ensembles.
Then you decide that the notes just won't do. You hop off your promontory and start roaming through the aisles, finger brushing the clothes, and here and there you stop, take an article and put it on your arm. You take a pair of gloves, a pair of stockings, a dress you like - no, which you think Cirucci will like - and then a nice pair of boots with platform-like soles that you definitely wouldn't wear but which seems to compliment the style she wants. All around you people are moving, mostly girls, admiring and taking things in turn, talking to each other, but you don't really listen to them; the moment you grab something off the shelves it becomes as invisible as you are, and your larceny goes unnoticed.
"Look at that one," whispers a voice. "The mask is a little bit overdoing it, don't you think? Even in a place like this… Although the horns are a bit cute."
There was more, wasn't it? You were supposed to grab things other than clothes. She wanted something to curl her hair, but you don't know how to do that; there seems to be some kind of unholy burning contraption designed for it but it seems to use a power source native to the living world so you don't know if it's worth taking. There's make-up, though; she'll probably like the violet tones… You're not sure what any of this is for, though. "Mascara"? Going by the advertising it's something for the eye, probably hell to put behind your mask and no one would see it anyway, unless they're staring into your eyes...
"Shukuro! Shukuro, I think she's not a patron! Look, she's just grabbing lipstick and putting it on and no one is reacting! I think she's invisible!"
"How perspicacious of you."
Cirucci will want that dark violet or that black, you think. And you're definitely not here to steal things for yourself, absolutely not. But if you were, you would think that this silvery grey would look really nice on you, or perhaps that dark blue. You should take it, just so you have a reference point when you have the opportunity to legitimately acquire makeup.
"Shukuro, I think she's a ghost. With a mask? Does that make her a Hollow? But Hollows don't look human…"
You freeze, the words finally reaching your brain. You put down the lipstick. You put one hand over your gigantic heap of clothes and makeup implements. You slowly turn.
You are staring at a young girl with two long, magenta pigtails, a white hat and a black-and-white dress that is a more subdued variant of the very same style you are currently browsing for. Next to her stands a tall, slender man with wavy black hair, a bored look on his face and a book in his hand, closed with a bookmark at whatever page the girl interrupted him to draw his attention.
Neither of them are shinigami. Both of them are staring straight at you.
You blink.
The girl blinks.
The man stares indifferently.
"I think she's cute," the girl says.
[ ]Hahahaha hello earth mediums I am of course a normal earth spirit, not a monster at all, this mask is just a harmless fashion statement
[ ]FEAR ME PUNY HUMANS FOR I AM THE MIGHTY HOLLOW
[ ]RUN
-[ ]Don't drop the fashionable clothes and notes and makeup, whatever you do, by god don't drop them
-[ ]ALL IS LOST, THE SHIP IS SUNK, JUST THROW THE CLOTHES EVERYWHERE AS A DISTRACTION
--[ ]Take to the rooftops! If they can follow you you won't have much cover but you'll be able to just dash at full speed.
--[ ]Take to the streets! Lose them in the crowd and in the bending alleys!
Adhoc vote count started by Omicron on Apr 17, 2017 at 9:38 AM, finished with 138 posts and 37 votes.
[X] Hahahaha hello earth mediums I am of course a normal earth spirit, not a monster at all, this mask is just a harmless fashion statement
[X]"Hello, humans from earth. I am an ordinary earth spirit who enjoys living in the human world, which is the only one I know. Please, would you point me to where I can acquire the fashion? I need a lot of fashion. I will pay you with money, which I have, and did not steal from a Monopoly box five minutes ago."
[X]"Hello, humans from earth. I am an ordinary earth spirit who enjoys living in the human world, which is the only one I know. Please, would you point me to where I can acquire the fashion? I need a lot of fashion. I will pay you with money, which I have, and did not steal from a Monopoly box five minutes ago."
[X]Hahahaha hello earth mediums I am of course a normal earth spirit, not a monster at all, this mask is just a harmless fashion statement
-[X] Tell me about this strange "Gothic Lolita" thing Earth Mediums.
We must abscond from the premises post-haste!
[X] A nice summer dress and some earrings
[X]RUN
-[X]Don't drop the fashionable clothes and notes and makeup, whatever you do, by god don't drop them
