[] Just the dumb hollows with torches? Time to try the throwing knives. If you miss you can just say you threw it to distract them.
Accursed Citrine - Yet another Dark Soul/Madoka Magica Crossover
- Thread starter AClassyBunny
- Start date
- Fantasy Action
- Location
- Wisconsin
It probably wasn't all that complicated, I imagine they just both became undead before he did and he had to put them down when they attacked him after they went hollow.
Farseer Sen'Zabl
Accolyte of 'Common Sense'
- Location
- Dome of Crystal Seers, Ulthwe
Well whatever led to the little sororicide incident and whether we can address it without needless drama, this is probably not the time nor place to have a chat about it.
Anywho, battleplan:
This sounds pretty solid to me. Aside from maybe adding 'use magic if feeling pushed', anybody have some good additions?
Anywho, battleplan:
This sounds pretty solid to me. Aside from maybe adding 'use magic if feeling pushed', anybody have some good additions?
- Location
- Wisconsin
There is a captive around here if i remember right, not that we'd know that in character. The pyromancy trainer might make for decent backup.
You know what? Imma vote it.
[X] Just the dumb hollows with torches? Time to try the throwing knives. If you miss you can just say you threw it to distract them.
[X] Just the dumb hollows with torches? Time to try the throwing knives. If you miss you can just say you threw it to distract them.
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
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Farseer Sen'Zabl
Accolyte of 'Common Sense'
- Location
- Dome of Crystal Seers, Ulthwe
Well, for lack of further suggestions I guess I'm just going with what we've got so far.
[X] Head down into the kitchen
-[X] Just start picking the Hollows off from here with throwing knives, then have you and Oscar cover each other if they start coming for you.
[X] Head down into the kitchen
-[X] Just start picking the Hollows off from here with throwing knives, then have you and Oscar cover each other if they start coming for you.
- Location
- Wisconsin
[X] Head down into the kitchen
-[X] Just start picking the Hollows off from here with throwing knives, then have you and Oscar cover each other if they start coming for you.
-[X] Just start picking the Hollows off from here with throwing knives, then have you and Oscar cover each other if they start coming for you.
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
Vote closed.
Part 65: The Depths II
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
[X] Head down into the kitchen
-[X] Just start picking the Hollows off from here with throwing knives, then have you and Oscar cover each other if they start coming for you.
As you eye the hollows, a thought comes to mind. Reaching into the depths of your bottomless box, you pull out a handful of throwing knives.
"Kirika, I don't think a dark place like this is where you should be practising your throwing." Oscar says suddenly, and you become keenly aware of his gaze on you.
You look up at him and cross your arms stubbornly. "Who's to say what I was going to do? Maybe I just want to distract them so we can get the jump on them?"
"I suspect you were planning on deciding that based on how many you actually managed to hit." He replies, shifting his head to properly face you.
You give him a nasty glare before turning away with a "humph!" Whatever, you'll show him! You throw your claws all the time, after all. Knives can't be all that different, can they? That one time was definitely just a fluke.
Moving the bulk of the knives to your off-hand, you grip one by the blade and raise it to throw.
"Okay, stop." Oscar interjects, sounding dismayed. "You're just going to hurt yourself like that."
He reaches out to take the knife from you, but you pull it away and eye him stubbornly. Then, however, an idea comes to you.
"Alright, then." You say, lowering the knife and offering it to him with a smug smirk. "Why don't you show me how it's done, then?"
Oscar stares down at the knife for a moment, then takes it with a tired sigh. "If that's what it will take to stop you from cutting yourself…" Hearing this, you're suddenly not sure your smugness was so well-founded, but then he adds "Although, I never was very good at this myself."
Drinking in his hesitation, you sit (stand) back and watch his attempts to impress you.
Admittedly, you probably should've been watching him and not the hollows he was likely targeting, since he clearly knows at least a bit more about throwing these things than you do. His knife doesn't hit any of the hollows, but it flies close enough to one's head that it ducks and starts flailing about. The other hollows all turn and stare at their distressed friend but do nothing else.
Even if he didn't hit anything, all thoughts of petty stubbornness leave your mind. "Hey, that was close enough!" You exclaim, pulling on his arm. "Teach me to do that!"
Oscar sighs, but concedes with a weary "fine." He gestures at the knives in your hand. "Alright, go ahead and try throwing one so I can see what you're doing wrong. Ah, but don't grip it by the blade. I have no idea where you got that idea from…"
The answer is movies and manga, of course, but you aren't bothered explaining those to him when you could be learning how to throw.
Taking his advice, you grip a knife by the handle and raise it. Picking a hollow at random – one of the torch ones will do – you throw it as hard as you can.
It hits the floor a good ways from the hollow's feet and loudly skids across to the wall.
You slump at this, somewhat put off after your excitement, but Oscar steps in to help.
"I see. You need to stand straight when throwing and not put as much force into it." He says, pushing your back to straighten your posture. "Also, take more time to properly aim your throw. There's no point rushing if you're just going to miss the target."
Frowning in concentration, you nod and take another knife. Right, straighten posture, not too much force in the throw… You spend a while eyeballing the hollow, lining it up and figuring out the distance.
When you finally throw, the knife embeds itself in the hollow's chest, causing it to shriek in surprise and flail about.
"Yes! I did it! Hahahaha!" You exclaim, bouncing and punching the air in excitement.
"Hahaha, good job Cara. You-" He trails off.
You glance up at him, tilting your head. "Hmm? Cara?"
Oscar goes stiff and draws his sword. "No one, forget it. Come on, let's go." He replies darkly, heading for the stairs down and leaving you standing there confused.
Who the heck is Cara?
The alerted cries of the hollows below echo through the room and you see Oscar already thrusting his sword through one's back. Every one of the hollows, including the one you caught with the knife, rush towards the new arrival. Some scramble over the tables just to reach him.
Oscar seems capable enough of handling the flailing group, but out of the corner of your eye, you notice one hollow quietly rushing out of the darkness beneath the stairs. Oscar, focused on the hollows in front of him, seems completely unaware of the surprisingly sneaky one coming up behind him.
Always happy to get a chance to save Oscar's butt, you step up onto the open window and jump down towards the hollow. You summon your claws mid-flight and land with both feet in the hollow's face, sending him to the ground in a surprised shriek. By the time you finish him off with a slash of your claws, Oscar has already cleared out the remaining hollows.
Apparently your knight friend can really clean house when he wants to.
A low, beastly growl rises up from the next floor down and you carefully peak over the railing to take a look. A massive burly figure with a bloody apron and a sack on its head stands in the middle of a kitchen. A pair of mangy mutts growl beside them, sniffing the air and baring their teeth. Two more dogs climb up some stairs from the pool of sludge to join them.
Judging by the massive meat cleaver in the big guy's hand, they were the source of the chopping sound you heard earlier.
While the big butcher and their dogs seem alerted by the shrieking hollows, it doesn't seem like they've fully figured out what was going on. You can imagine the hollows can get kind of rowdy at times, being mindless undead after all. Maybe you'll be able to get the jump on them.
[] Attack the butcher and dogs
-[] Sneaky ambush
-[] Full frontal assault
-[] Something else…
[] Take the chance to talk to Oscar
-[] Cara???
-[] About his sins
-[] Write in
[] Write in
-[X] Just start picking the Hollows off from here with throwing knives, then have you and Oscar cover each other if they start coming for you.
As you eye the hollows, a thought comes to mind. Reaching into the depths of your bottomless box, you pull out a handful of throwing knives.
"Kirika, I don't think a dark place like this is where you should be practising your throwing." Oscar says suddenly, and you become keenly aware of his gaze on you.
You look up at him and cross your arms stubbornly. "Who's to say what I was going to do? Maybe I just want to distract them so we can get the jump on them?"
"I suspect you were planning on deciding that based on how many you actually managed to hit." He replies, shifting his head to properly face you.
You give him a nasty glare before turning away with a "humph!" Whatever, you'll show him! You throw your claws all the time, after all. Knives can't be all that different, can they? That one time was definitely just a fluke.
Moving the bulk of the knives to your off-hand, you grip one by the blade and raise it to throw.
"Okay, stop." Oscar interjects, sounding dismayed. "You're just going to hurt yourself like that."
He reaches out to take the knife from you, but you pull it away and eye him stubbornly. Then, however, an idea comes to you.
"Alright, then." You say, lowering the knife and offering it to him with a smug smirk. "Why don't you show me how it's done, then?"
Oscar stares down at the knife for a moment, then takes it with a tired sigh. "If that's what it will take to stop you from cutting yourself…" Hearing this, you're suddenly not sure your smugness was so well-founded, but then he adds "Although, I never was very good at this myself."
Drinking in his hesitation, you sit (stand) back and watch his attempts to impress you.
Admittedly, you probably should've been watching him and not the hollows he was likely targeting, since he clearly knows at least a bit more about throwing these things than you do. His knife doesn't hit any of the hollows, but it flies close enough to one's head that it ducks and starts flailing about. The other hollows all turn and stare at their distressed friend but do nothing else.
Even if he didn't hit anything, all thoughts of petty stubbornness leave your mind. "Hey, that was close enough!" You exclaim, pulling on his arm. "Teach me to do that!"
Oscar sighs, but concedes with a weary "fine." He gestures at the knives in your hand. "Alright, go ahead and try throwing one so I can see what you're doing wrong. Ah, but don't grip it by the blade. I have no idea where you got that idea from…"
The answer is movies and manga, of course, but you aren't bothered explaining those to him when you could be learning how to throw.
Taking his advice, you grip a knife by the handle and raise it. Picking a hollow at random – one of the torch ones will do – you throw it as hard as you can.
It hits the floor a good ways from the hollow's feet and loudly skids across to the wall.
You slump at this, somewhat put off after your excitement, but Oscar steps in to help.
"I see. You need to stand straight when throwing and not put as much force into it." He says, pushing your back to straighten your posture. "Also, take more time to properly aim your throw. There's no point rushing if you're just going to miss the target."
Frowning in concentration, you nod and take another knife. Right, straighten posture, not too much force in the throw… You spend a while eyeballing the hollow, lining it up and figuring out the distance.
When you finally throw, the knife embeds itself in the hollow's chest, causing it to shriek in surprise and flail about.
"Yes! I did it! Hahahaha!" You exclaim, bouncing and punching the air in excitement.
"Hahaha, good job Cara. You-" He trails off.
You glance up at him, tilting your head. "Hmm? Cara?"
Oscar goes stiff and draws his sword. "No one, forget it. Come on, let's go." He replies darkly, heading for the stairs down and leaving you standing there confused.
Who the heck is Cara?
The alerted cries of the hollows below echo through the room and you see Oscar already thrusting his sword through one's back. Every one of the hollows, including the one you caught with the knife, rush towards the new arrival. Some scramble over the tables just to reach him.
Oscar seems capable enough of handling the flailing group, but out of the corner of your eye, you notice one hollow quietly rushing out of the darkness beneath the stairs. Oscar, focused on the hollows in front of him, seems completely unaware of the surprisingly sneaky one coming up behind him.
Always happy to get a chance to save Oscar's butt, you step up onto the open window and jump down towards the hollow. You summon your claws mid-flight and land with both feet in the hollow's face, sending him to the ground in a surprised shriek. By the time you finish him off with a slash of your claws, Oscar has already cleared out the remaining hollows.
Apparently your knight friend can really clean house when he wants to.
A low, beastly growl rises up from the next floor down and you carefully peak over the railing to take a look. A massive burly figure with a bloody apron and a sack on its head stands in the middle of a kitchen. A pair of mangy mutts growl beside them, sniffing the air and baring their teeth. Two more dogs climb up some stairs from the pool of sludge to join them.
Judging by the massive meat cleaver in the big guy's hand, they were the source of the chopping sound you heard earlier.
While the big butcher and their dogs seem alerted by the shrieking hollows, it doesn't seem like they've fully figured out what was going on. You can imagine the hollows can get kind of rowdy at times, being mindless undead after all. Maybe you'll be able to get the jump on them.
[] Attack the butcher and dogs
-[] Sneaky ambush
-[] Full frontal assault
-[] Something else…
[] Take the chance to talk to Oscar
-[] Cara???
-[] About his sins
-[] Write in
[] Write in
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Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
Well that answers a lot of questions.
[X] Attack the butcher and dogs
-[X] Full frontal assault, but smart. Try taking out the dogs are range with claws before shredding the big guy. Either draw him up here and let Oscar ambush him or jump him from up here.
Farseer Sen'Zabl
Accolyte of 'Common Sense'
- Location
- Dome of Crystal Seers, Ulthwe
[X] Attack the butcher and dogs
-[X] Full frontal assault, but smart. Try taking out the dogs are range with claws before shredding the big guy. Either draw him up here and let Oscar ambush him or jump him from up here.
Sounds like a solid plan to me: the dogs and butchers aren't a massive threat individually, but they cover one another's weaknesses. Knock down the dogs first and we're free to roll circles around the big guys.
-[X] Full frontal assault, but smart. Try taking out the dogs are range with claws before shredding the big guy. Either draw him up here and let Oscar ambush him or jump him from up here.
Sounds like a solid plan to me: the dogs and butchers aren't a massive threat individually, but they cover one another's weaknesses. Knock down the dogs first and we're free to roll circles around the big guys.
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
I have returned!
Had some stuff I had to deal with or a bit, such as work, assignments
To make up for the wait, here's a random doodle I did of Blaidd and Ranni from Elden Ring.
Part 66: The Depths III
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
[X] Attack the butcher and dogs
-[X] Full frontal assault, but smart. Try taking out the dogs are range with claws before shredding the big guy. Either draw him up here and let Oscar ambush him or jump him from up here.
You quietly step back from the railing and stretch to either side. "Hey, Oscar. Remember those freaky dogs that were hanging around the big demon earlier?"
Oscar takes a moment to respond, his strangely heavy breaths filling the room. After a few seconds, you hear the clink of his armour come up behind you. "What about them?"
You give him a sidelong glance at the rough tone in his voice. Has there ever been a time he's been this moody? Maybe you should ask about who 'Cara' is at some point. It doesn't really matter, but if anything, it'll be something to fill conversation.
But that's for later. For now, you have a fight to focus on.
You smirk and crack your neck in preparation. "Get ready at the stairs."
The moment the words are out of your mouth, you sprint forwards, resummoning your claws. When you reach the railing, you hop up and onto it, before pushing off with one foot.
You toss a claw each at two of the dogs as the group looks up at you, receiving a deathly yelp from each. You come down on another – closest to the stairs back up – and feel its bones bend under the weight. You plunge a claw into its neck and feel it go limp for good. Three dogs down, one and a butcher-thing to go.
The last dog charges you just as you're lifting your head to look for it, clamping its jaws down on your left arm. You grind your teeth at the pain and swing your free claw up to sever its head. You do your best not to gag at the sickly definitely-not-normal blood that sprays over you, and take a moment to pry the dog's head from your arm.
Just as you manage to get it off, you hear a loud, almost bestial roar. A big wooden table, along with a whole bunch of raw meat, slams into you hard. The heavy table pins you to the stairs, but a bit of magic-enhanced strength lets you worm your way out from under it just as the massive butcher comes charging at you with their oversized cleaver.
You jump back when they swing the giant blade down, barely missing your feet, and bound backwards up the stairs. The butcher pursues you with another roar, keeping up despite their size. You spin and swing a claw at them as you reach the top of the stairs, but they catch and deflect it with a heavy slash. The force of the blow is enough to send you stumbling backwards.
"Oscar, now would be a good time!" You exclaim, catching yourself on one of the tables. The butcher crosses the distance you stumbled in a few long paces and lifts their cleaver.
A shout suddenly erupts from behind them and Oscar's sword emerges from the butcher's chest as he plunges it through their back. The wound doesn't kill them, however. Instead, only seems to make them angrier.
With a loud, furious roar, the butcher turns and bats Oscar away with their massive hand. In the same motion, they swing their cleaver down at him. If Oscar hadn't managed to bring his already dented shield (aren't the bonfires meant to repair things?) up to catch it, the blade would've come right down on him. Going by how it digs the full blade's width into the top of the shield, you can't imagine Oscar's helmet would've been much use at stopping it from goring his head.
The butcher doesn't let up, applying their full weight onto Oscar and forcing him down. Lucky for Oscar, however, you're completely unobstructed.
Coming up behind the butcher, you slash through the back of their leg with a claw, sending them to a knee with a pained growl. Next, you dispel your claws and wrap both hands around the handle of Oscar's sword, yanking it out. You bring it up over your head and, putting all the strength you can manage into it, swing it down into the back of the butcher's neck.
The butcher drops immediately, slumping on top of Oscar and gurgling their last breath.
Chuckling proudly, you drop the sword and help Oscar out from under the massive corpse. He grumbles quietly as you pull him out, but gives a thankful nod once he's back on his feet.
"They were a pretty tough guy, huh?" You say, kicking the butcher's corpse. "Wonder what they were doing down here."
"Cooking, probably." Oscar replies flatly. He collects his sword and heads down the stairs into the kitchen.
You frown at the cold response as you follow behind him. Apparently, he's still moody. Maybe he's getting self-conscious about you saving his butt so much.
Upon stepping over the overturned table the butcher threw at you, you finally get a chance to have a proper look at the little kitchen.
For the most part, it's an empty space. The kitchen itself, and most of the actual stuff, is limited to the closer half of the area surrounded by big stone pillars holding up the floor above. Right beside the stairs is a big pot boiling on a roaring fire, a strangely thick steam rising from it. In the back are a bunch of boxes and barrels, along with a big chest. A hole in the wall drops down behind where the table originally was, stained with black streaks of dried blood.
"Seems like just the butcher's… cooling utensils." Oscar remarks as he crouches down and lifts open the chest. From what you can see, he mostly means painful-looking blades that are definitely meant for before the meat dies, not after. You make a face at the pot, some less than pleasant thoughts of what's inside it coming to mind.
To get your mind off it, you wander over to the whole and peak down. You can't make out much in the dark, but you think you can make out a mound of something. There are also squeaks of rats echoing up to you. Whatever's down there, you can't imagine it's very pleasant.
"Gods, is that…?"
You turn at Oscar's exclamations and see him heading back towards the cooking pot near the stairs. He crouches down to the fire beneath it. "It is!"
You wander over to him and peer down at the first, not sure what's got him so excited. "Uh, what is it?"
He shakes his head and reaches down to pick up the little stone bowl the fire is rising from. The flame dies down to a gentle flicker as he lifts it to show you. You frown, feeling like you've seen something like it before.
"Ah, it's like that magic fire we found in the forest!" You exclaim, finally remembering what it's reminding you of. "Uh, kind of. It's more of an actual fire than a weird glow."
Oscar nods. "It was divine, not magic, but you're correct. I wonder what it's doing down here, though…"
"Maybe some fancy blacksmith got caught by the butcher?" You offer, grabbing the bottomless box and letting Oscar put the ember away for safekeeping. "Could even be what was on the menu."
Oscar shudders at that and gets back to his feet. "Well, I suppose we should bring it back to Andre when we get the chance. I'm sure he'd…"
You stare blankly at him as he trails off. "Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Did you hear that?" He replies, looking around. "A voice, I think."
A voice? Weird, you didn't hear anything…
Wait, there it is! It's quiet and echo-y, so you can't make out the words, but it sounds like it's coming from the other side of the water pit. Is it someone calling for help?
[] Go investigate the voice
[] Jump down the hole
[] This is a good time to talk to Oscar…
-[] …about his sins
-[] …about "Cara"
-[] …something else (write in)
[] Write in
-[X] Full frontal assault, but smart. Try taking out the dogs are range with claws before shredding the big guy. Either draw him up here and let Oscar ambush him or jump him from up here.
You quietly step back from the railing and stretch to either side. "Hey, Oscar. Remember those freaky dogs that were hanging around the big demon earlier?"
Oscar takes a moment to respond, his strangely heavy breaths filling the room. After a few seconds, you hear the clink of his armour come up behind you. "What about them?"
You give him a sidelong glance at the rough tone in his voice. Has there ever been a time he's been this moody? Maybe you should ask about who 'Cara' is at some point. It doesn't really matter, but if anything, it'll be something to fill conversation.
But that's for later. For now, you have a fight to focus on.
You smirk and crack your neck in preparation. "Get ready at the stairs."
The moment the words are out of your mouth, you sprint forwards, resummoning your claws. When you reach the railing, you hop up and onto it, before pushing off with one foot.
You toss a claw each at two of the dogs as the group looks up at you, receiving a deathly yelp from each. You come down on another – closest to the stairs back up – and feel its bones bend under the weight. You plunge a claw into its neck and feel it go limp for good. Three dogs down, one and a butcher-thing to go.
The last dog charges you just as you're lifting your head to look for it, clamping its jaws down on your left arm. You grind your teeth at the pain and swing your free claw up to sever its head. You do your best not to gag at the sickly definitely-not-normal blood that sprays over you, and take a moment to pry the dog's head from your arm.
Just as you manage to get it off, you hear a loud, almost bestial roar. A big wooden table, along with a whole bunch of raw meat, slams into you hard. The heavy table pins you to the stairs, but a bit of magic-enhanced strength lets you worm your way out from under it just as the massive butcher comes charging at you with their oversized cleaver.
You jump back when they swing the giant blade down, barely missing your feet, and bound backwards up the stairs. The butcher pursues you with another roar, keeping up despite their size. You spin and swing a claw at them as you reach the top of the stairs, but they catch and deflect it with a heavy slash. The force of the blow is enough to send you stumbling backwards.
"Oscar, now would be a good time!" You exclaim, catching yourself on one of the tables. The butcher crosses the distance you stumbled in a few long paces and lifts their cleaver.
A shout suddenly erupts from behind them and Oscar's sword emerges from the butcher's chest as he plunges it through their back. The wound doesn't kill them, however. Instead, only seems to make them angrier.
With a loud, furious roar, the butcher turns and bats Oscar away with their massive hand. In the same motion, they swing their cleaver down at him. If Oscar hadn't managed to bring his already dented shield (aren't the bonfires meant to repair things?) up to catch it, the blade would've come right down on him. Going by how it digs the full blade's width into the top of the shield, you can't imagine Oscar's helmet would've been much use at stopping it from goring his head.
The butcher doesn't let up, applying their full weight onto Oscar and forcing him down. Lucky for Oscar, however, you're completely unobstructed.
Coming up behind the butcher, you slash through the back of their leg with a claw, sending them to a knee with a pained growl. Next, you dispel your claws and wrap both hands around the handle of Oscar's sword, yanking it out. You bring it up over your head and, putting all the strength you can manage into it, swing it down into the back of the butcher's neck.
The butcher drops immediately, slumping on top of Oscar and gurgling their last breath.
Chuckling proudly, you drop the sword and help Oscar out from under the massive corpse. He grumbles quietly as you pull him out, but gives a thankful nod once he's back on his feet.
"They were a pretty tough guy, huh?" You say, kicking the butcher's corpse. "Wonder what they were doing down here."
"Cooking, probably." Oscar replies flatly. He collects his sword and heads down the stairs into the kitchen.
You frown at the cold response as you follow behind him. Apparently, he's still moody. Maybe he's getting self-conscious about you saving his butt so much.
Upon stepping over the overturned table the butcher threw at you, you finally get a chance to have a proper look at the little kitchen.
For the most part, it's an empty space. The kitchen itself, and most of the actual stuff, is limited to the closer half of the area surrounded by big stone pillars holding up the floor above. Right beside the stairs is a big pot boiling on a roaring fire, a strangely thick steam rising from it. In the back are a bunch of boxes and barrels, along with a big chest. A hole in the wall drops down behind where the table originally was, stained with black streaks of dried blood.
"Seems like just the butcher's… cooling utensils." Oscar remarks as he crouches down and lifts open the chest. From what you can see, he mostly means painful-looking blades that are definitely meant for before the meat dies, not after. You make a face at the pot, some less than pleasant thoughts of what's inside it coming to mind.
To get your mind off it, you wander over to the whole and peak down. You can't make out much in the dark, but you think you can make out a mound of something. There are also squeaks of rats echoing up to you. Whatever's down there, you can't imagine it's very pleasant.
"Gods, is that…?"
You turn at Oscar's exclamations and see him heading back towards the cooking pot near the stairs. He crouches down to the fire beneath it. "It is!"
You wander over to him and peer down at the first, not sure what's got him so excited. "Uh, what is it?"
He shakes his head and reaches down to pick up the little stone bowl the fire is rising from. The flame dies down to a gentle flicker as he lifts it to show you. You frown, feeling like you've seen something like it before.
"Ah, it's like that magic fire we found in the forest!" You exclaim, finally remembering what it's reminding you of. "Uh, kind of. It's more of an actual fire than a weird glow."
Oscar nods. "It was divine, not magic, but you're correct. I wonder what it's doing down here, though…"
"Maybe some fancy blacksmith got caught by the butcher?" You offer, grabbing the bottomless box and letting Oscar put the ember away for safekeeping. "Could even be what was on the menu."
Oscar shudders at that and gets back to his feet. "Well, I suppose we should bring it back to Andre when we get the chance. I'm sure he'd…"
You stare blankly at him as he trails off. "Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Did you hear that?" He replies, looking around. "A voice, I think."
A voice? Weird, you didn't hear anything…
Wait, there it is! It's quiet and echo-y, so you can't make out the words, but it sounds like it's coming from the other side of the water pit. Is it someone calling for help?
[] Go investigate the voice
[] Jump down the hole
[] This is a good time to talk to Oscar…
-[] …about his sins
-[] …about "Cara"
-[] …something else (write in)
[] Write in
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Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
[X] Go investigate the voice
PYROMANCY
Also Oscar has issues. Now is not the time poke at them. They can wait for a bonfire.
PYROMANCY
Also Oscar has issues. Now is not the time poke at them. They can wait for a bonfire.
Farseer Sen'Zabl
Accolyte of 'Common Sense'
- Location
- Dome of Crystal Seers, Ulthwe
[X] Go investigate the voice
Might as well investigate the 'voice' that Oscar hears, no reason not to look into what's around before moving on. As for 'Cara' I'd say this one is one we'd do well to leave be for a bit longer; Let his mood improve somewhat before potentially jabbing a blatant sore point like that. And probably don't mention anything we learned from the book, I don't think he'll like that we already have a hint to some painful secrets of his.
Might as well investigate the 'voice' that Oscar hears, no reason not to look into what's around before moving on. As for 'Cara' I'd say this one is one we'd do well to leave be for a bit longer; Let his mood improve somewhat before potentially jabbing a blatant sore point like that. And probably don't mention anything we learned from the book, I don't think he'll like that we already have a hint to some painful secrets of his.
- Location
- Wisconsin
[X] Go investigate the voice
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
I say we have Kirika point out that we did flip through the book, and that pretty much everyone we've met has been in the book, including him.
That doesn't solve the larger issue though, in that Kirika has no delicacy. She's not careful with her words, which is mostly fine, but this is a situation that calls for care. So until she can control her mouth or gain some empathy, I don't see this becoming a productive conversation.
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
Vote will close in about 48 hours.
[X] Go investigate the voice
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
Going to close the vote now, seeing as it's pretty unanimous anyway.
Part 67: The Depths IV
- Location
- The Land of Giant Bush Bunnies
[X] Go investigate the voice
Your attention caught by someone besides Hollows being down here, you step down a short flight of stairs in the direction the voice is coming from. There's a raised section on the other side of the gross sludge pool and part of the side has collapsed to provide a convenient way up. The voice sounds like it's coming from a side passage up on that raised area, but… you have to cross the sludge pool.
You turn back to Oscar with a grimace. "You don't happen to have any taller boots on you, do you?" You ask, not really wanting to wade through the stuff in your loose boots.
"Be glad that yours are at least properly sealed below the collar." He replies grimly, glancing down at his own metal boots. You can't imagine the gaps between sections is going to be very good at keeping the gunk out.
You look at the poop again, then back to Oscar. "I could carry you, if you want? Jump over it with you in my arms like a prince carrying a princess."
"Kirika, I would prefer absolutely anything other than that." He replies, his head tilted down to stare at you. "Besides, while you seem to have some form of supernatural strength, our weight difference is surely too much for you." He raises a hand to cut off the complaint you open your mouth for. "And no, that wasn't a challenge to your ability."
You cross your arms and eye him silently, trying to think of a comeback. Nothing comes to mind, so you groan and start gauging the distance to the collapsed section of wall.
"Fine." You say after a few seconds. From what you can see, you shouldn't have any trouble getting up onto the rafters running above the pool. From there, it'll be a breeze hopping across to the other side. "Good luck with the gunky sewer water, then."
Not your best retort, but it'll do.
Taking a few steps back, you take a run up and leap up onto the nearest rafter. The damp, rotting wood shifts and creaks under your weight, but holds. Not wanting to test your luck, you make sure to move across to the other end slowly and carefully.
As you reach the other side and get ready to hop over to the raised area, you hear a faint whimpering. Looking down at the pool below, you spot the crouched figure of a Hollow cowering in the corner. The loud splashing of Oscar wading through the sludge doesn't seem to alert it, despite the loud echoing.
What is he so scared of, then?
You find out when you leap across the gap to the other side of the pool.
With a loud roar, another butcher plunges down from the rafters above you and slams their massive cleaver into the stone hard enough to send chips flying. You're to have avoided it thanks to a quick use of magic and springing back as fast as you can.
"Kirika, what was that?!" Oscar calls from down in the pool.
"Butcher!" You respond, not having enough time for anything else as the big guy swings their cleaver wildly.
While you had trouble with the first butcher, that was only because of the tight space and the fact they threw a big table at you. Here, you have plenty of room to dance around them. You sidestep each swing with the help of your magic, not even needing to focus it directly on them. As you move, you summon your claws and slash out at the butcher's arms and legs, digging little cuts into them.
As these little wounds pile on, they gradually start to slow down even further, and you soon don't even need to worry about using your magic. Their frustration had apparently been growing at the same time, because after a while, they raise their cleaver and let out a loud, panting roar.
You duck around behind them before they even get a chance to bring the chunk of metal down, and spot Oscar finally climbing to the top of the rubble leading up to you. You shoot him a smirk before shoving both claws through the butcher's stomach. Their howl of pain is cut off when you push your claws out, each severing a half of the butcher's torso.
Magical claws are neat, you muse as both halves of the corpse hit the ground. No way in hell would you be able to do half the stuff you do if you actually had to worry about where the sharp parts were.
Oscar finally pulls himself up as you dispel your claws and looks down at the severed body at your feet. "You could've waited for me." He says flatly.
You shrug and shoot him a smirk. "Why? I think I handled it pretty well on my own."
"I can see that…" He says, and you can hear the uncomfortable grimace in his voice.
"Hello? Is… Is somebody there?"
You both share a glance at the voice calling out from a short set of stairs. Oscar shrugs and leads the way, his sword at the ready.
You step into a big wide room full of barrels. There's a lit torch at the top of the stairs, but most of the room is shrouded in darkness. From the looks of a few bits dripping out of the barrels you can make out, you're not sure that darkness is a bad thing…
"You! Hello, over here!"
You step away from the torch and squint your eyes. In the far back end of the room, you can just barely make out the shape of a person sticking out of one of the barrels.
Curious, you hop up onto the closes barrel and carefully step over them to reach the mysterious figure. Oscar follows behind you, pushing his way through with audible effort. As you near the man, you can start to make out his features.
The guy is cloaked in a shoddy-looking tan hood and has a bunch of weird voodoo-looking necklaces hanging from his neck. Messy dark brown hair and a thick beard peak out from beneath the hood, and you can make out a mix of fear and relief in his eyes. The rest of him, you note with a smirk, is hidden inside the barrel.
"Oh, thank goodness! I thought I heard fighting…" The man exclaims as you get nearer. "Please, you must help me!"
With a final strained grunt, Oscar catches up from his wading through the barrels. You share a look with him before he returns his sword to his hip. "You seem to be in a bit of trouble, friend. Who are you?"
The man looks between the two of you desperately. "Laurentius of the Great Swamp. Please, I was shoved in this barrel by those horrible butchers! You have to help me out, or She'll have me for lunch! Please!"
You glance down at Oscar again.
[] Help this "Laurentius" guy out
[] Leave him in the barrel. He's probably an idiot
-[] Go check out that hole from earlier
-[] You noticed a path at the other end of the raised section…
[] Write in
Your attention caught by someone besides Hollows being down here, you step down a short flight of stairs in the direction the voice is coming from. There's a raised section on the other side of the gross sludge pool and part of the side has collapsed to provide a convenient way up. The voice sounds like it's coming from a side passage up on that raised area, but… you have to cross the sludge pool.
You turn back to Oscar with a grimace. "You don't happen to have any taller boots on you, do you?" You ask, not really wanting to wade through the stuff in your loose boots.
"Be glad that yours are at least properly sealed below the collar." He replies grimly, glancing down at his own metal boots. You can't imagine the gaps between sections is going to be very good at keeping the gunk out.
You look at the poop again, then back to Oscar. "I could carry you, if you want? Jump over it with you in my arms like a prince carrying a princess."
"Kirika, I would prefer absolutely anything other than that." He replies, his head tilted down to stare at you. "Besides, while you seem to have some form of supernatural strength, our weight difference is surely too much for you." He raises a hand to cut off the complaint you open your mouth for. "And no, that wasn't a challenge to your ability."
You cross your arms and eye him silently, trying to think of a comeback. Nothing comes to mind, so you groan and start gauging the distance to the collapsed section of wall.
"Fine." You say after a few seconds. From what you can see, you shouldn't have any trouble getting up onto the rafters running above the pool. From there, it'll be a breeze hopping across to the other side. "Good luck with the gunky sewer water, then."
Not your best retort, but it'll do.
Taking a few steps back, you take a run up and leap up onto the nearest rafter. The damp, rotting wood shifts and creaks under your weight, but holds. Not wanting to test your luck, you make sure to move across to the other end slowly and carefully.
As you reach the other side and get ready to hop over to the raised area, you hear a faint whimpering. Looking down at the pool below, you spot the crouched figure of a Hollow cowering in the corner. The loud splashing of Oscar wading through the sludge doesn't seem to alert it, despite the loud echoing.
What is he so scared of, then?
You find out when you leap across the gap to the other side of the pool.
With a loud roar, another butcher plunges down from the rafters above you and slams their massive cleaver into the stone hard enough to send chips flying. You're to have avoided it thanks to a quick use of magic and springing back as fast as you can.
"Kirika, what was that?!" Oscar calls from down in the pool.
"Butcher!" You respond, not having enough time for anything else as the big guy swings their cleaver wildly.
While you had trouble with the first butcher, that was only because of the tight space and the fact they threw a big table at you. Here, you have plenty of room to dance around them. You sidestep each swing with the help of your magic, not even needing to focus it directly on them. As you move, you summon your claws and slash out at the butcher's arms and legs, digging little cuts into them.
As these little wounds pile on, they gradually start to slow down even further, and you soon don't even need to worry about using your magic. Their frustration had apparently been growing at the same time, because after a while, they raise their cleaver and let out a loud, panting roar.
You duck around behind them before they even get a chance to bring the chunk of metal down, and spot Oscar finally climbing to the top of the rubble leading up to you. You shoot him a smirk before shoving both claws through the butcher's stomach. Their howl of pain is cut off when you push your claws out, each severing a half of the butcher's torso.
Magical claws are neat, you muse as both halves of the corpse hit the ground. No way in hell would you be able to do half the stuff you do if you actually had to worry about where the sharp parts were.
Oscar finally pulls himself up as you dispel your claws and looks down at the severed body at your feet. "You could've waited for me." He says flatly.
You shrug and shoot him a smirk. "Why? I think I handled it pretty well on my own."
"I can see that…" He says, and you can hear the uncomfortable grimace in his voice.
"Hello? Is… Is somebody there?"
You both share a glance at the voice calling out from a short set of stairs. Oscar shrugs and leads the way, his sword at the ready.
You step into a big wide room full of barrels. There's a lit torch at the top of the stairs, but most of the room is shrouded in darkness. From the looks of a few bits dripping out of the barrels you can make out, you're not sure that darkness is a bad thing…
"You! Hello, over here!"
You step away from the torch and squint your eyes. In the far back end of the room, you can just barely make out the shape of a person sticking out of one of the barrels.
Curious, you hop up onto the closes barrel and carefully step over them to reach the mysterious figure. Oscar follows behind you, pushing his way through with audible effort. As you near the man, you can start to make out his features.
The guy is cloaked in a shoddy-looking tan hood and has a bunch of weird voodoo-looking necklaces hanging from his neck. Messy dark brown hair and a thick beard peak out from beneath the hood, and you can make out a mix of fear and relief in his eyes. The rest of him, you note with a smirk, is hidden inside the barrel.
"Oh, thank goodness! I thought I heard fighting…" The man exclaims as you get nearer. "Please, you must help me!"
With a final strained grunt, Oscar catches up from his wading through the barrels. You share a look with him before he returns his sword to his hip. "You seem to be in a bit of trouble, friend. Who are you?"
The man looks between the two of you desperately. "Laurentius of the Great Swamp. Please, I was shoved in this barrel by those horrible butchers! You have to help me out, or She'll have me for lunch! Please!"
You glance down at Oscar again.
[] Help this "Laurentius" guy out
[] Leave him in the barrel. He's probably an idiot
-[] Go check out that hole from earlier
-[] You noticed a path at the other end of the raised section…
[] Write in
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- Location
- USG Ishimura
[X] Help this "Laurentius" guy out
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- Location
- Italy
[X] Help this "Laurentius" guy out
The first step on the road to great chaos fireball.
The first step on the road to great chaos fireball.