GamingandReading
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As if that's possible. Everyone I've seen on SB and SV has a major Wizard/Smart k!nk. Being the smartest thing alive is everyone's favorite past time it seems.
CHANGELING Quest [Current World: One Piece] (Planeswalker Multicross Quest)
- Thread starter RedLegend
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy
4 - Welcome back, Old Man!
RedLegend
That Which Sees And Gleams
- Location
- Argentina
[X] [Ask] Ask away. Choose one:
-[X] Magic. Magic?
[X] [Illona] Take the deal. Two silvers are two silvers, and you do need money. Plus, she's not the worst company you've had.
-[X] Magic. Magic?
[X] [Illona] Take the deal. Two silvers are two silvers, and you do need money. Plus, she's not the worst company you've had.
The Dwellings, Ward 87, Ravnica.
11th Gong - 25th of Zuun, 10,000 ZC.
You and Illona walk silently for a long moment.
"So…" you decide to break the silence, start some conversation, maybe try to pump this rich girl up for the secrets of the arcane. "Magic?" Hey, you never claimed to be good at it.
Illona blinks at you. "What about it?"
"Well… mostly, I'm surprised a mage—"
"Apprentice," she corrects quickly, "I am not a full mage yet."
"Right, I'm surprised an apprentice like you decided to slum it out down here. Don't you have, like… books to study? Ghost to bind, potions to brew?"
"That is what you believe magic to be, binding spirits and practicing alchemy?"
"I mean," you're starting to feel a bit embarrassed now, "maybe? I dunno, I'm not an wizard myself. What is magic about, then?"
Illona takes some time to think about it, and you let her. You may be curious about shooting lightning from your eyes, but you would also like a good answer.
"Magic," she says at length, "at least the magic Master Merrick has taught me, is all about determination."
"Determination?"
"Yes. Determination, focus. The colors of mana— Do you know what mana is?"
"Magic stuff?" you shrug.
Illona sighs, but keeps explaining. "Mana is the energy that makes up existence, it flows under the earth trough veins called leylines, and it is what mages like Master Merrick use to cast spells."
Mana, leylines, you commit that information to memory. Just besides the important things like the Rules of Loot and Salvage, or the optimal ways to roast a frog. "Got it, yeah. But… what does that have to do with being determined?"
"Mana comes in various kinds," Illona says, her voice taking a certain cadence that makes you want to pay attention, more than magic lessons already do, you mean. She sounds like she really enjoys talking about this stuff. "We call them colors, and they are five of them. The important part is that each color of mana has a certain personality, almost, a way in which it likes being used and certain tendencies it wants to follow."
"So magic's, what, alive?" you ask.
"Hardly," Illona denies, "the colors have tendencies the same way water tends to flow, or rocks tend to be heavy. They each operate under different rules, and to be a mage is to understand these rules and bend them to your purposes."
You nod, that sounds kind of really cool.
"But a mage needs determination to do that. Not only because these rules do not like to be bent, but also because the colors themselves tend to influence the caster."
"Wait, so… magic makes you mad?" That sounds way less cool, now.
"It can," Illona allows, "if you try to use too many colors at once, with too little understanding or preparation. But the effects are often less marked, more of a push towards certain ways of thinking that anything malicious. Red, for example, tends to make its casters more impulsive and prone to action, while Blue is the opposite, inciting thoughtfulness but also promoting inaction."
"So… Red makes you stupid and Blue makes you a know-it-all. What do the rest of them do?"
Illona gives you a look, nose scrunched up and brow furrowed, but chooses not to comment. "Green puts the caster closer to their instincts, for good or ill. White promotes unity and selflessness, but makes one rigid of mind and soul. Black is the color of ambition, but also of ruthless action."
"Green makes you an animal, White makes you a stuck up, and Black makes you a bastard," you summarize helpfully, and Illona scowls. "Which one do you use?"
"Master Merrick says it's important to get a well-rounded eduction, and not to limit ourselves to only a few facets of magic," is her non-answer.
"But…?" you press.
"But I have a talent for Blue, Red and Green. In that order." She… well, she isn't really bragging, but it almost feels like bragging. She's looking kind of full of herself, is what you mean, proud of her magic talents.
"I can see Blue," you agree, "but… Red and Green? Really?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" She demands, ears twitching.
"I mean…"
"You mean what? Are you saying that I am not passionate? That I am not in touch with my instinct? Well, I am! But that does not mean I must act like an uncivilized savage, incapable of thought or focus." Her ears are twitching like mad, and she looks really, really angry. Yeah, you can see the Red there.
"I was just saying you looked too smart for that, that's all." You try.
Thankfully, it seems to mollify her at least a bit. She huffs, and stops talking.
"So…" you try after a bit, "what was that spell you used earlier about? It looked kind of white-ish?"
Immediately, she perks up. "It was a mixture of two colors, actually, You see, both White and Green have a tendency to mend what is broken, and with a—" Great, she seems to have moved from angry to passionate, so you're probably safe.
[Knowledge (Colored Mana) gained as a Skill!]
You spend the rest of the walk listening to Illona's increasingly complex ramblings bout magic, and even manage to learn a thing. Go you!
The Grand Madam's Emporium of Fine Delicacies, Treats, and the Exotic , Ward 87, Ravnica.
11th-ish Gong - 25th of Zuun, 10,000 ZC.
You look at Illona's wide, innocent eyes, at her small stature and delicate hands. She looks, you conclude, like the perfect victim.
Plus, you kind of agreed already. Or, at least you did so in her mind, you could justify just saying no but… Two silvers, man.
"Fine," you accept, spitting on your palm and offering your hand to shake, "deal."
Illona looks at your hand. "I am not touching that, Jim." You shrug, and clean your hand on your trousers. Ain't your problem if she wants to let you an out.
You two get into a small, out of the way corner before exchanging coin (your insistence), and just a couple minutes later you come back to Mandala's Emporium, as it's called around these parts, now officially guide and… guided person?
Follower? Eh, wathever.
[Gained: Two Silver Coins]
After that, the business in the Emporium is comparitvely easy. You simply go inside, nodding at the minotaur bouncer and ignoring the gratuitous displays of naked flesh and drunk weirdos, dragging Krim and Kartu with you, and press on the bell at the bar counter.
"Can I help you?" a half-naked woman asks, not a minute later. She looks bored, as if seeing a couple of kids in a brothel were an everyday thing for her.
"I got a couple idiots here," you shake Kartu for emphasis, "who need some medical attention."
The woman gives your charges a long look. "Your friends?"
"Nah, I just found them there, bleeding out. No idea who they are."
[Bluff: 4+3=7 - Fail!]
The woman purses her lips. "Look kid, we ain't in the business of trafficking children so—"
"Hey!" You respond, a little insulted, "I'm not asking you to traffic nobody, just heal these idiots so I can say I did my part, okay?"
"We are also not in the business of harvesting organs—"
"What kind of monster do you think I am?"
The woman shrugs. "Kid, you just waltzed here with two near corpses and started acting shady, what did you expect me to think?"
"Just… make sure they don't die, okay?" You say, defeated, a silver coin finding its way out of your pocket and on top of the counter.
The woman immediately takes it, hiding it… somewhere on her person. "Sure thing, just let them here and Tiny over there will take care of it." She points at the hulking minotaur near the entrance, who waves at you.
[Lost: One Silver Coin]
You wave back at him. Then, before more misunderstandings could happen, you grab a highly amused Illona by the arm and powerwalk away.
Next time you should just leave them there to bleed out.
"So," Illona says, barely-hidden mirth in her voice, "it seems my guide may be even more shady than I thought. Are you planning on kidnapping me and selling me for parts, too?"
"If you don't shut up," you glare at her, "I just might."
She snorts, and you roll your eyes, but you feel better now. So it works both ways, huh?
"Anyway," you say, "you bought my services, so where do ya wanna go, boss-girl?"
Illona raises her chin, playing along. "I was sent by my Master with a package and a letter, to be delivered in person to one of his old associates. I believe he is going by Clerk this days?"
… What?
"Clerk?" You ask, just to be sure. "Old Man Clerk, old as dirt human with a peg-leg?"
"You know him?" Illona asks, almost as surprised as you.
Almost, because— "Know him? I— He's my grand-dad!" Or, at least, the closest thing you have to one. "I live with him! Are you sure that's the right person?"
"Yes," Illona asks, giving you a hesitant nod. "Yes, your description matches the one I have been given. He has gray hair, a missing right leg and dark skin?" You nod, a bit dumbly. "Then that is probably Lord Clerk."
"Lord?!" You try to imagine the Old Man in a suit, drinking tea with his pinky up and ordering a servant around. You fail. "Since when is he a Lord?"
Illona shrugs. "I m not aware as of his exact station, but Master Marrick mentioned him being quite important before his exile."
Exile?! What the fuck. Just… That shitty old man has so many fucking questions to answer, and you'll make him answer even if you have to break his other fucking leg.
"Can I see the package?" you ask, as calmly as you can manage.
"You won't be able to open it," Illona warms, but nonetheless she rummages trough the pockets of her dress and takes out…
A box. Small, like a match-box but made of some dark kind of wood and covered in weird symbols. You take it, without protest from Illona thankfully enough, and try to examine it.
[Spellcraft: 12 - Failure!]
It's… uh… a box. It seems solid? An also small. And probably magic. You try to open it, but there's no seam or lock you can find.
"Its size has been changed for ease of transport," Illona informs you, "and it will only open for the correct person."
"Right," you say, looking down at this magical box. "Do you mind if I carry it? Please?"
Illona sighs. "Very well, you are probably better at avoiding pickpockets, I suppose. But I m trusting you with this, Jim," Illona's eyes pierce into you, dispelling the fog of confusion that managed to overtake your mind. Her eyes are blue and fierce. "Do not, as you would put it, screw me over."
You nod, pocketing the box, and give her a sloppy salute. "Wouldn't dream of it, boss-lady."
[Gained: Mysterious Package!]
She rolls her eyes, but the fierceness of her posture banishes. "Good. Now, where are we going?"
"Right," you turn around, "I'll guess I'll show you the Hovel."
"The name inspires confidence," Illona says, and you both giggle at it, even if it wasn't too funny.
Old Man Clark's Hovel, Ward 87, Ravnica.
12th Gong - 25th of Zuun, 10,000 ZC.
The walk back home is thankfully devoid of problems. There was a couple of thugs, bit older than you but not fully grown, who tried to give you some shit, but a flash of your still-bloody knife scared them away. The rest of the walk was spent trying to grill Illona on Old Man Clark's secret and mysterious past, but she didn't knew much.
According to what she was told, Old Man Clark used to be some big-shot researcher in one of the Guilds, she didn't know which, who did some fucky shit and ended up exiled for life. The fact he's still alive at all, she told you, is proof of how important he was.
Good info to have, for certain, and you're thankful for what she could tell you, but it's not enough. You'll have to extract answers out of the old man himself, it seems.
You march up the slight ramp, help Illona squeeze trough the opening in the wall, and finally arrive at the hovel. "Stand behind me," you tell Illona, "and let me introduce you first. The Old Man is not fond of strangers."
"Understood," Illona agrees, and you knock on the door.
"Old Man?" You call, "Are you naked, you old fossil? Put some clothes on, we have company!"
There's some muffled cursing from inside, and a couple moments later the door opens. "What the fuck you mean company, shitty brat?" Says the old man who opens it. His mangy gray hair is a mess, his beard looks dirty and his voice sounds raspy and rough.
[Sense Motive: 20+1=21 - Critical Success!
Sense Motive Training now at 1/1 - Gained 1 Rank of Sense Motive!]
Sense Motive Training now at 1/1 - Gained 1 Rank of Sense Motive!]
But this man isn't Old Man Clark. If you were asked how you knew this, you could point at a thousand different clues. His nose is not crooked enough, his ears are subtly different, his clothes are weirdly clean…
But, the most important thing? The thing that really jumped out at you? His voice, and his eyes, are wrong. Cold, distant. There's a lack of warmth, of that mixture of annoyed fondness an affection, that makes your skin almost crawl.
This is an impostor, a man wearing your grandfather's face. The question is…
What do you do?
Author's Note said:
Oh boy
GamingandReading
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I would rather be stupid than a know it all. Cause I'd happier then. Knowledge is overrated anyway. Except the ones that keep you alive that is.
Just Saiyan. It's what I do.
Blah, friendship.
Let's find the One Piece!
He really is Tiny. Poor boy doesn't have enough nutrients to be bigger.
[X] Play Along.
This f@cker thinks he can outplay us. Screw him.
- Location
- USA
[X] Play Along.
[X] Run.
GamingandReading
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Okay, we got:
2 White
1 Black
1 Red
I could care less which one wins. We would still be rounding our soul out. Though we would be running with baggage(The Girl) if Green wins.
As for Blue, A beating probably. That's if we lose the rolls. I believe in our fighting ability. For I am a Saiyan!(Look at AP)
2 White
1 Black
1 Red
I could care less which one wins. We would still be rounding our soul out. Though we would be running with baggage(The Girl) if Green wins.
As for Blue, A beating probably. That's if we lose the rolls. I believe in our fighting ability. For I am a Saiyan!(Look at AP)
[X] Play Along.
...doge?
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RedLegend
That Which Sees And Gleams
- Location
- Argentina
You saw nothing
5 - Goodbye (PROLOGUE END)
RedLegend
That Which Sees And Gleams
- Location
- Argentina
Play along. You need to keep your cards close to your chest. Maybe the Old Man is fine, or maybe he is trapped somewhere. Play along, buy time to formulate a plan, and try to hide that you know the truth.
Old Man Clark's Hovel, Ward 87, Ravnica.
12th Gong - 25th of Zuun, 10,000 ZC.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins, your heartbeat speeding up until it's thundering in your ears. Your vision narrows and clears up, all your focus on this impostor before you. You want to tun, to punch it in the face, but it'll be a mistake. You know it's secret, but it doesn't know you know. This is an advantage, one you cannot lose now. First, you need information.
And the best way to get that is to play along.
[Bluff: 17+3=20 - Pass]
On the inside, you're a mess of whirling thoughts and stress. Outside, however, you are exactly the same as you've always been.
"I mean what I said, are you deaf?" You say with a snort, nodding back towards Illona, who… does a curtsy? Really? No, don't get distracted. "She's Illona. Rich girl, if you haven't noticed."
Not-Clerk narrows his eyes at Illona. "What the fuck is she doing down here, then?"
Illona starts to speak, but you cut her off. "Kidnapping victim, if you would believe. Escaped by herself and we ran into each other. You don't mind helping her out for a bit, yeah?"
While Not-Clerk focuses on her, you catch her eye and shake your head.
[Bluff: 13+3=16 - Success!]
Illona doesn't get the full picture of what's going on, that's obvious. You don't have the time, nor do you know each other well enough to convey such convoluted bullshit with a gesture. But, she gets ht you mean, and she trusts you enough to go along with it, at least for now.
"Yes," Illona says with a nod, "I would greatly appreciate it if you—"
Not-Clerk snorts, ignoring her completely. "You'll feed her, shitty brat, and if she annoys me I'll kick her out meself." He allows gruffly.
"With your one leg? You couldn't kick the bucket and spent a decade trying, shitty old man." Its kind of scary, how good this impostor is at his role, how easy is to banter with it.
"I could kick yer ass if I wanted, brat. I just don't bother." He boasts. Then, after a sniff, he opens the door wider. "Now stop hanging out there like a part of idiots and come inside. You'll attract pests."
You meet Illona's eyes. You could decline, just… say you're busy doing some other shit, and then walk away. But… But you already decided to play along, and maybe the real Old Man is hidden inside, or maybe there's a clue in the hovel about what's going on.
Illona looks at you questioningly, willing to follow your lead. "Being hospitable now, shitty old man?" You say to the impostor, following him deeper into what a large part of you suspects is a trap.
[Perception Roll: 18 - Pass!]
You look around the hovel with the air of someone inspecting it for damages, playing off your search for clues as an insult. You don't find much, to be honest. The same rugs on the floor, the same cracked ceiling, the same rock walls, the same candles and lamps, the same chipped tea set, the same fire in the corner.
It isn't until you take a seat at the table, the fake starting to brew some tea, and Illona sitting nervously beside you, that you notice it.
The smell, faint but there, like… rot, something half-dead and walking. And… blood, faded, but the smell yet lingers. Shit. Shit, fuck, crap.
"You cleaned the place," you tell the fake, distracting yourself with another thing you noticed.
"I had some visits coming," the fake says, and yeah, you remember that the real old man told you about it this morning. "But the fuckers never came, cleaned up this shithole for nothing."
"I'm surprised you cleaned at all," you tell the impostor.
"Screw ya, kid," it answers back. "Tell me about the girl, what the fuck happened? You're covered in blood, kid, I can smell it."
"Well…" Fuck, you didn't prepare a story beforehand. Why would you, even? And Illona? She's… quiet. Nervous? Afraid? Trying to figure out what's going on? Shit, speak.
[Bluff: 13+3=16]
"Ain't not much to tell," you drawl easily, "found her getting her shit kicked in by a couple of thugs and jumped in. Next thing I know, I'm her guide to the area."
The old man hums and turns to Illona. Shit. "You were kidnapped?" It asks, gruffly but not completely unkind.
"Yes," Illona nods slowly, "I… escaped, but some muggers intercepted me. Your grandson saved me, and offered to help me get my feet under me."
Fake-Clerk snorts and turns back to you. "She pay you?"
You nod. "A silver for a week of stay," a completely outrageous sum that would sell the lost rich girl act perfectly, and most of what you said was even true, too.
It whistles, putting the pot of boiling water down on the table. "He robbed you," it says to Illona, "robbed you fucking blind."
Illona gives it a smile. "In truth, it was also a way to show my thanks. He… saved my life. What is a silver worth, if not that?" She turns the smile at you, and you look away. You are… not really used to such honest praise.
"You two had a fucking adventure, huh?" The thing sys, serving itself a cup of murky tea. "But there be a thing I don't get."
Fuck. "You stupid on top of being deaf now, old man?" You say, serving yourself some tea too. Tastes like shit but it'll help with the nerves.
"What do you wish to know, Mister Clerk?" Illona asks innocently.
"Simple thing, really," the thing says, and immediately your body tenses. "If she got kidnapped, where the fuck did she hide the coin?"
[Fail!]
You and Illona share a small, panicked look, and that's it. That's the mistake you made, just there. You could've played it off, could've kept the lie intact, only if you didn't react. But you did, and now it knows you're lying.
The fake old man smiles, wide and wide and wide, showing maggots for teeth and a giant worm for its tongue. "WHERE. IS. THE. BOX." It demands, its voice like the rumble of a thousand small bodies rubbing against each other.
You realize, there and then, that this wasn't an impostor. It was the real Old Man Clerk all along. Or, you think with horror and disgust, his maggot-infested corpse.
Shit.
[DEX: 3+2:5 - Fail! Lupul acts first.]
You move to run, but the thing wearing your grandpa's corpse act first. Two giant tentacles made out of maggots and worms burst out of its back, ripping cloth and skin with horrifying ease. They launch towards you, like sickening snakes, going so fast you can barely react.
[Dodge: 17+5=22 - Pass!
You dodge under the first by pure instinct, rolling out of the way and throwing your cup of still-boiling water at it. The mass of maggots hiss, in pain or rage you don't know, and you start to stand up when—
Dodge Again: 8+5=13 - Fail!]
—the other tentacle impacts. It pushes you towards the ground, leveraging weight and supernatural strength to keep you pined. Your breath leaves you, and you remain gasping on the ground, trapped under a constantly squirming mass of disgusting creatures. They chitter and rumble, laughing at you and making your skin shiver.
"THE. BOX." The creature rumbles above you, skin and hair sloughing off to reveal a mass of moving bodies and rotting flesh.
And then, promptly, it's set on fire.
From the corner of your eyes, you can see Illona, lowering her still-glowing hand with a look of pure disgust and horror on her face. The mass of creatures screech, so loud it hurts your ears, but it's distracted by the pain and the heat.
Distracted enough to loosen its grasp on you, you try to escape—
[Escape Artist: 12+2=14 - Fail!]
— But the creature regains its wits too fast, charred worms falling all around you as the mass rearranges, secreting a mucous substance to cover itself with. The fire remains, and you can feel the thing boiling, but its distraction passes.
With a roar that sounds like the last gasps of a dozen corpses, it brings its free tentacle to bear against Illona. Your eyes widen, and your mouth opens to scream a warning even as worms crawl over your skin.
No need. Illona dodges the attack with surprising grace, and the creature's other limb is too busy holding you down to make a repeat.
Speaking of… You squirm until one of your hands is free, and use it to take out your knife. Holding it on a reverse grip, you stab at the mass holding you down—
[One-Handed: 11+4=15 - Fail!]
—killing a handful of worms, but no real damage. Shit!
Still, not all is lost. While you were trying to stab your way free, and the creature was distracted burning to death, Illona was let free to act. She runs towards you, and you almost open your mouth to scream, to tell her to run the fuck away, until you catch the glow on her hand.
A hand that she uses to slap you in the face the moment you're in reach.
Immediately, your brain goes on overdrive. Your eyes open and open again, and you see the exact way to escape out of this hold—
[Escape Artist: 2+2+(1d4=1)=5 - Fail!]
—but the hold changes, even as you breathe and think, push and squirm, the hold keeps fucking changing, strengthening with every second as more and more worms are diverted to the task.
Illona moves to try and tag you with the spell again, her hand starting to glow even as the effort visible strains her, but the monster forces her away with a boiling tentacle that almost catches her.
"THE. BOX." The monster roars, the mass shifting until a second head appears inches from your face. "WHERE?"
"Fuck you," you spit at it.
"MISTAKE," it hisses, and then it flows inside your mouth. It forces its way past your clenched jaws, worms, and maggots slipping through your nostrils and through your ears, flowing down your throat—
[Resist: 14 - Fail!
Damage Taken: [X][X][X]]
Damage Taken: [X][X][X]]
They are inside of you. They are inside of you. THEY ARE INSIDE OF YOU. THEY ARE INSIDE, DEVOURING YOU aND SQUIRMING AND—
[Stress Levels have reached Critical Mass]
YOU WANT TO PUKE AND CRY AND SOB AND DIE YOU WANT TO DIE BUT THEY WON'T LET YOU THEY ARE INSIDE THEY ARE IN YOUR GUT IN YOUR LUNGS THEY ARE IN YOUR EARS IN YOUR BRAIN YOU CAN FEEL THEM CRAWL—
[Checking Mortal Danger… Check
Checking Soul State… Stable
Checking Metaphysical Limiters… Lifted
Conditions are Optimal]
Checking Soul State… Stable
Checking Metaphysical Limiters… Lifted
Conditions are Optimal]
Your mind snaps. Your blood boils. Lightning strikes your soul and it cracks, opening the way to—
[IGNITE]
You explode.
Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere at once.
Now. Before and After. All the time.
You wander in between the shadows of everything that is.
Fire and power and the lack of anything. It feels like ants nibbling at your soul.
But you burn. You burn bright and strong. You declare that you are.
And no matter how much it wants to say you don't.
And no matter how much it wants to scatter what you are.
And no matter how much it hates and loves you.
You remain whole. For now.
You wander, your mind slowly coming to. You are in a place that will kill you if you remain for too long
You see with eyes that aren't eyes, and feel with something deeper than touch, as things crawl under and above.
You know the following. You are injured, and weak.
The Worm That Was And Is Has Taken Its Due.
You are alone.
How does it feel? To break a bond so new? To lose a pillar so old?
You cannot remain here.
It's Embrace Will Smother The Fires Of Your Self.
You cannot go back.
It will eat at your flesh and devour what you know.
You look with eyes that aren't eyes and feel with something deeper than touch. You gaze upon countless starts, and each star is a speck and each speck is a story and each story is a world and each world is a figment and each figment is a chance, and each—
You gaze upon countless words. Some shine like the sun, and some barely glow more than a candle. Most of them are too far away.
But some aren't. Some are close, and some are within reach. A Step of distance and a Walk away.
Where do you visit first, O traveler of realms? O eternal vagabond? O, stranger of lying flesh and burning spirit?
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[X] A world of ENDLESS OCEAN and BURNING PASSION, where men and women sail the seas in search of ADVENTURE, POWER, and JUSTICE. (One Piece)
Oh boy here we go
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[X] A world of ENDLESS OCEAN and BURNING PASSION, where men and women sail the seas in search of ADVENTURE, POWER, and JUSTICE. (One Piece)
Okay, first things first.
Let's just learn as much martial arts as we can. That will be our ambition. To get back at that sh!tty tentacle being. Haki is a must. If we are to join a crew which should we join? I personally want to be on Whitebeards crew. I like the Father Son dynamic they got going on. Would remind me of the old man and us.
Okay, first things first.
Let's just learn as much martial arts as we can. That will be our ambition. To get back at that sh!tty tentacle being. Haki is a must. If we are to join a crew which should we join? I personally want to be on Whitebeards crew. I like the Father Son dynamic they got going on. Would remind me of the old man and us.
[X] A world of ENDLESS OCEAN and BURNING PASSION, where men and women sail the seas in search of ADVENTURE, POWER, and JUSTICE. (One Piece)
GamingandReading
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I was going back to re-read the latest threadmark again. Damn, I really did believe in ourselves. Damn it, I let my new Saiyan persona do the talking. I should have used my Dice Gods believer one.
Oh, Great Dice Gods. I beg you to forgive my folly. Pls, grant onto to me any fitting punishment you see fit for a bastard follower such as I. *Mumbles further prayers and rites for 10 minutes*
Oh, Great Dice Gods. I beg you to forgive my folly. Pls, grant onto to me any fitting punishment you see fit for a bastard follower such as I. *Mumbles further prayers and rites for 10 minutes*
[x] A world of endless CONFLICT, where hidden WORMS plot and watch as HEROES and VILLAINS fight and die. Above all, a God's grief hangs like an executioner's ax. (Worm)
Feels like a setting the MC would fit into well.
Feels like a setting the MC would fit into well.
GamingandReading
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*Looks at all the Worm related stuff on SB and SV*. Kay, then what of learnable skills Worm can offer?
RedLegend
That Which Sees And Gleams
- Location
- Argentina
Parahuman powers may disguise themselves under the facade of science all they want, but they are basically magic.
And you are a planeswalker, capable of learning all and every kind of magic.
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GamingandReading
Browses and Replies With Haste
- Pronouns
- He/Him
....magic. Course, magic. Kay, then threats. Due to being from an outside plane of existence we won't have a shard. However, I will not discount the threat that maybe just maybe one of those "Parasites" will attach themselves to us.
Which would open up to more threats. Such as Thinkers. We would be on that radar. In other words, that thing in the sky may try to be rid of us. What then?
[X] A world covered with DARKNESS, with endless creatures of DEATH and DESTRUCTION, and the graves of countless civilizations. Yet, some sparks still SHINE in the dark, FIGHTING to see another dawn. (RWBY)