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    P: Ryūnosuke
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  1. Happy Turkey Day, ya'll

  2. Happy Birthday, Ellie. Have a great one!

  3. Happy Birthday, man. Keep living the good life!

    1. Xarius Kaeru

      Xarius Kaeru

      Thank you kind sir, I shall try my best *nod* 

  4. Live Changes 04/13/2020 - ND Changes: As per usual, we're always looking at ways to improve the ND system and make the less obvious mechanics more transparent so things run smoothly. There is a MAJOR addition to the way Stats and ND Calculations are done on the way, but it's still in the very very very early stages of development and may take some time to develop, but that's been a big focus atm. In the meantime, we're ironing out more of the kinks and tinkering things for a definitive version of ND that we won't have to mess with much afterwards. I'd say we're 95% of the way there, and most of the things we're working out now are qol changes. But that's enough blabbing from me. Evasion Rework: This isn't a big issue at all, but apparently there is some confusion about the relation between evasion and damage value. "Why is the damage value a factor in dodging if I am dodging the attack?" The simple answer is that the ND calculations function as a behind the scenes system as well as an in-character resource. Basically, your character doesn't always feel themselves losing ND for performing actions in situations where ND isn't acting as a metric of actual life-force when taking damage. For example: when clashing projectile attacks, the projectile user doesn't necessarily ever make contact with the attack being clashed (unless they do for cosmetic sake of it) still they lose ND when it happens --they wouldn't feel any sort of pain or injury and the ND loss taking place is purely system based. The same goes for Evading, the ND loss caused by Evading isn't something felt directly and [Value of Attack] was used in the formula because that Value reflects the investment of the Attacker. Nevertheless, that didn't seem to work for certain folk, so we're changing how Evasions work. Additionally, we're also clarifying what the parameters of what can be a Full-Evade and what defaults as a Partial. Old Evasion Formula: FULL EVASION ND COST: 100 ND (0 ND for Agiles) + Value of The Attack PARTIAL EVASION ND COST: 200 ND (0 ND for Agiles) + Value of The Attack ----- New Evasion Formula: FULL EVASION/DODGING: The act of simply dodging an incoming attack. In order to Full-Block both Speed and Perception must be within the 1-20 Stat Difference range, if your Speed and Perception meet the requirements a Full Dodge is possible from any range. ND COST: 100 ND (0 ND for Agiles) + Attack-Speed Value PARTIAL-EVASION: In circumstances where your character is unable to perform a Full Evasion due to insufficient Speed/Perception. If either your Speed or Perception outside of the 1-20 Stat Difference range then Full-Dodges are not an option regardless of distance etc. (except in the case of special evasion techniques) ND COST: 200 ND (100 ND for Agiles) + Attack-Speed Value If both your Speed and Perception are more than 20 points below the Attack-Speed of the Incoming Attack, no Evasion option is available to your character outside of the use of special evasion techniques. ----- - Fatigue Multi-Stat Action Rule: This technicality was being tested in practice and we're now just making it official. Multi-Stat Actions Rule: There are actions that require the use of multiple stats (for example: dodging requires Speed and Perception. Attacks require Attack-Value and Attack-Speed) in these situations the Fatigue count is applied only once for the action with the greater value. So, if you Attack with 230 Strength and 210 Attack-Speed, the Fatigue cost for that action will be 230 ND. - New Perception/Attack-Speed relationship Rule: Maximum Value of Usable Attack-Speed = Perception +20. ----- - Redefinition of Tier Differences: A question that commonly comes up is how much lower can stat X can be from stat Y. We previously used a used a Tier-based calculation but that was admittedly a bit confusing. The simple alternative it to allow for a 20 point differential. You're fine in that range but that's the maximum. Instances that say "2 Tier Difference" will be changed to reflect the new guideline. ----- - High-Speed Movement Techniques: With the changes to Evading the opportunity for HSM techniques like Shunpo and Sonido can have system relevance. While they can still function as a cosmetic movement, system-wise HSMs will allow characters to Dodge/Attack using their maximum Speed and Attack-Speed in situations were their Perception might not be up to par. Example of System Use: Your character has 200 Speed and 200 Attack-Speed but only 170 Perception. Normally you would only be able to partial-dodge an incoming attack of 190 Speed because of you Perception. And the fastest your own attack would be able to travel is 190 Speed. However, if you used a HSM to Dodge then you can partial dodge attacks up to 220 Speed. If you set up your attack with a HSM "Shunpo/Stab" Your Attack-Speed stat can be used in full. The cost of HSM= 1 Combat Move + the normal ND cost for performed actions. ----- [7 POINTS] REIRYOKU SPECIALIST TRAIT: (30% WC Requirement Reduction on all Race Techniques. (If the requirement to learn a Technique is 100WC, then it is reduced to 70WC) This stacks with the Genius Class "Spiritual Wit" Perk of 10% WC Reduction. Increases Base Power on Kido by 10. Reiryoku-based Action Fatigue Buffer: Even After Fatigue becomes active in combat, Reiryoku-Based Actions will not incur a Fatigue Cost for 3 Turns. (Limited to 1 Trait Purchase). ----- - Upcoming Changes Rework of Brute/Genius Class Clashes Blood-Reaver Trait Rework
  5. [Tamura Residence a.k.a. "The Black Box"] The home of Tamura Mariko and Tamura Ryūnosuke. Located in the Kasazaki district of Karakura, The "Black Box", as it has been dubbed by the locals, was only recently constructed after the demolition of the former Mafuyu residence. The Mafuyu family moved to Germany seven years ago and were looking to sell the land, however they were unable to find any buyers due to the tragic circumstances surrounding their departure from Karakura and the rumors that the house was cursed. The land was bought by Tamura Keiji who promptly saw to the demolition of the former home and the construction of the bold architectural statement that is the new Tamura residence. The jet black anomaly stands imposingly in the corner-plot of two intersecting roads. The neighbors of the Tamura's are the young newly-weds Mr. and Mrs. Hamashida on one side. And on the other side, the retired widow Mrs. Suzuki, who is also the president of the neighborhood association. The Black Box sticks out like a prop from a futuristic sci-fi thriller. The majestic, obsidian obelisk has a dominating presence that overshadows the neighboring homes. Curiously, the neighborhood association has documented a considerable decrease in petty crime and unruly behavior in recent months. Even more curious, it seems more people are taking out their trash on time. It is unclear if the Tamura residence has anything to do with the change. ----- Residents: Tamura Mariko Tamura Ryūnosuke
  6. 021: Welcome To WILD'S ----- ___________________ ... RYŪNOSUKE crossed his arms and frowned as the Professor stumbled over his words, yet again startled by the teenager's assertive demeanor. The timid middle-aged man now struggled to explain to Ryūnosuke why he couldn't just "sign up" as a member of their organization. "A-again Tamura-kun... we love your energy b-but one doesn't simply 'sign up' as you put it... There is more to it than that. Nuances and such!" Ryūnosuke sighed. "Well, why not?", he argued. "There is a Hollow problem, right? You guys are tackling it and I want to help. What about all that stuff you said before? I'm not seeing what's so complicated about it." Kiyoku stepped between Ryūnosuke and the Professor and addressed the teenager. "The honest truth is, you aren't ready. Not yet.", she explained bluntly. Ryūnosuke was caught off guard by the sharpness of Kiyoku's comment. Judging by how they had so highly regarded his battle with Baron Quadhorn, he'd mistakenly thought he was fit to take on Hollows as he was. If he knew what he was up against from the start, he might have even won, or so he'd led himself to believe. "You need a lot of training before you're ready to go out on missions with our team or even strike out on your own should you choose to do so... I hate to shut you down but as things stand, you go out there you'll just get yourself killed and most likely innocent bystanders killed as well in the process." Ryūnosuke remained silent, if there was an angle to argue against the points Kiyoku was making, he was unaware of it. Besides, the Manager had given him no reason to distrust her or her judgement. "Should you decide to join our organization and if we decide to accept you, our first priority would be to train you to get your Reiatsu under control and to properly manifest your Fullbring. In addition to that we need to see how well you fit in with the team and decide who to pair you with in the field." Kiyoku continued. Ryūnosuke saw no reason to oppose anything she said, it all made perfect sense but there was one aspect of what he was being told that he knew would present a personal issue. "How much time are we talking?", he asked flatly as he again faced the "X"s on the map of Karakura and anticipated the worst answer. Kiyoku sighed once more, crossed her arms, and faced the map with the teenager. "That honestly depends on you, but a couple months if we're being reasonable." Ryūnosuke scoffed disapprovingly. A couple of months was way too long for him to just be sitting around while he knew people were out there being hunted in basically his own backyard. "A couple of months... Great, someone want to call a time-out with Baron Quadhorn so he knows not to kill anyone until I'm ready!" Ryūnosuke muttered in frustration. Kiyoku pinched the bridge of her nose. "We know it isn't ideal, but there is no other way. Our goal isn't just to kill Hollows, we have to protect and save lives first and foremost. You will do more harm than good if you go out there before you're ready." Kiyoku place her hand firmly on Ryūnosuke's left shoulder. "It's for the best." ----- ... IWA was still a bit rattled even an hour after his little disagreement with Chizuru. It wasn't that she pushed him, Iwa knew not to take that personally. His concern was that Chizuru's argument might not have been as far out of the realm of possibilities as he calculated. Iwa had done his research, he'd crunched the numbers over and over in his mind and on paper. Trusting the new guy was the right move anyway he looked at it. This was the way to move WILD'S forwards regardless of whatever feelings the others had about it positive or otherwise. Still, there were variables he couldn't account for yet, the biggest one of all being that the new guy was at the end of the day a complete stranger. A wildcard so to speak-- a "WILD'S card" rather. There were the overwhelming facts in which Iwa placed his confidence completely and then there were the things still left to be determined and therein Chizuru had sowed the seeds of doubt. Blind faith in something or someone wasn't Iwa's style --it wasn't good detective work. Intuition and deduction, those were one thing but this was different. Iwa sucked his teeth as he mopped the floor behind the register. He looked to his left, across the store, and spotted Juri entering the employee entrance to the Dango shop next door. Chizuru passed her on her way back into the gift shop and paused as she made eye-contact with him. Iwa nodded and Chizuru put her hands in her pocket before she made her way towards him. Iwa sighed and lifted the mop from the ground. As he did the excess water still on the tiles appeared to sucked back into the mop head as if by magnetism. Chizuru arrived at the register just as Iwa dropped the mop back into its bucket. "Hey.", Chizuru greeted. "Hey back at you." "You seen Kanako-chan?" "She's in the back doing inventory... or she might be working on the webpage. She mentioned something about the order feature being buggy.", Iwa answered as her started to wheel the mop bucket from behind the register counter. He knew Chizuru only asked about Kanako to open up a conversation and had a decent idea of what she really wanted to say. "Before you say anything-" "I'm sorry I shoved you before." Chizuru cut him off. She sighed after. "That was wrong of me and I shouldn't have. I was just a little worked up --but that's no excuse!" Iwa chuckled. "I know, Chizuru-chan, relax.", he paused and smiled. "Apology accepted." Chizuru looked relieved. It was obvious that the incident was something she wanted to move pass as well and she wholeheartedly welcomed Iwa's offer to do just that. "Thank you." "You weren't completely wrong, by the way... Your skepticism is valid, given everything we've been through. I know you're just trying to keep us all safe.", Iwa admitted. It was important that he communicated to Chizuru that her concerns were valid and that he understood her heart was in the right place; even if he didn't fully agree with her. Chizuru nodded, "I know you're doing the same... the Iwa way.", she chuckled. "Fair enough. I don't know, there's just something there... when I saw him I just knew and the more I thought about it the more and more sense it made. All the pieces fell into place.", Iwa explained. He wasn't sure if Chizuru would understand. He didn't know how to put what he meant in words without coming out and directly admitting that this time --this one time-- he was prepared to bet everything on "faith" alone. Because if he did he would also have to admit that even if he had no evidence at all they'd be in this exact position anyway. He would have given the stranger the invitation regardless. He knew that the moment he first laid eyes on him. "Well, whatever happens. We have your back, and we'll get through it together... somehow.", Chizuru proclaimed. For now, at least, she chose to rely on a faith of her own. For now, at least, having faith that things would be fine was an option favorable to the alternative. ----- ... RYŪNOSUKE was finally seeing reason after Kiyoku further elaborated on the importance of adequate training and the potential risk of him striking out to fight Hollows alone without it. As much as he agonized over it and hated it he ultimately accepted that there really was no other way. After everyone returned to their seats the Professor went into more detail about the daily operations in WILD'S. A lot of things the teenager pretty much surmised on his own, but there was plenty of information he was completely unaware of. He knew that WILD'S was obviously a secret organization, based in the underground head-quarters beneath the gift shop, but he didn't know that the gift shop was a family business owned by Ms Sato. He also confirmed that she and Iwa were siblings. The Professor eventually brought up WILD'S status with law-enforcement, basically saying that the police force did not view WILD'S in a favorable light, them being a self-accountable vigilante group and all. However, the teenager had not expected to hear that the Karakura Police had their own secret task-force of spiritually aware officers and detectives. That put into perspective just how prevalent supernatural affairs were in modern society. Particularly in Karakura; the current Jūreichi, the geographical area with the highest concentration of spiritual beings. In fact, the Professor theorized that a combination of Ryūnosuke's move to Karakura and his exposure to Baron Quadhorn's Reiatsu were what triggered the awakening of the teenager's powers. If not for that unique set of circumstances it was possible that Ryūnosuke might have lived his life without ever realizing the powers he possessed, although the intensity of his Spiritual Power suggested that the teenager was bound to awaken it eventually. Ryūnosuke sat silently as he reflected again on all the events that played out over the pass few months. All the things that had to go wrong --terribly wrong-- and the little silver-linings when things went right. Hina, Akane, the move to Karakura, his pain and guilt, the fight with his mom, almost running away from home, even his battle with Baron Quadhorn and nearly dying; they all led him here to WILD'S. The teenager exhaled sharply and nodded. "Professor... you asked me about religion before and I'll admit the question seemed a bit strange. In the broader sense, I guess you wanted to know if I believed in a higher-power or the supernatural... To be honest, until recently I didn't give much thought to things like that but I've found myself in the mix of a lot of craziness and uncertainty." Ryūnosuke chuckled, "I know right, the whole troubled teenager backstory. I'll spare you both the shitty details but suffice to say I've been off my a-game for what feels like forever now. I've broken things I don't know if I can fix or how to fix them in the first place. I don't even know if they can be fixed at all and now I find out I've got super-powers and my question isn't even why me of all people... so strange. I guess I've convinced myself that it's destiny or something... Like all that terrible crap happened for a reason. It all led me here to your secret bunker under a gift shop." Ryūnosuke snickered and then turned to Kiyoku and nodded. "That's all just to say, it took a lot to get me here, maybe even a little divine intervention, and the end result is that I'm certain this is where I belong right now. Right here is where I take my life back into my own hands. So, what the Hell, if a couple of months of training is what it'll take so be it.", the teenager affirmed. Kiyoku smiled at him and returned the nod as the Professor spoke up from the side, "So, that means you'll-" "Yes." Ryūnosuke looked at the Professor, "I'll do the training." "Excellent, Tamura-kun! That is wonderful. Now, there remains one more order of business, but this is where I will take my leave and let Manager Sato take over.", the Professor stood and shuffled quickly to the the door. Ryūnosuke watched the man leave and shut the door before he turned back to Kiyoku. "So, what's this last order of business." Kiyoku smiled, "You'll see.", she answered. Ryūnosuke raised his brow curiously. "But for now-" Kiyoku walked around the opposite side of the desk and produced a binder. From the binder she extracted a paper document which she placed in from of the teenager. "This is your contract, as you've heard, members of WILD'S get a paying job at the gift shop. One of the perks, it also helps cover up our covert operations." She'd barely finished her explanation before Ryūnosuke was reaching for a pen to sign. "Wait, you aren't going to read it first?", Kiyoku interrupted him. Ryūnosuke paused to consider it, "Do I need to?", he asked innocently. Kiyoku signed, "I swear you teenagers are something else, not a care in the world.", she murmured. "Yes, Tamura-kun. General rule of thumb, never sign your name on anything until you've read it. Okay?" "Sure.", Ryūnosuke shrugged as he lowered the pen and started to read the contract. Kiyoku scoffed in disbelief and then waited in silence. The two page document had all the beats of a normal job contract; it listed the job description, work hours (which were flexible to Ryūnosuke's needs as a student), a few miscellaneous benefits, and of course a decent wage. Ryūnosuke wasn't particularly interested in anything related to the gift shop, but understood how and --more importantly-- why the two were connected. He also couldn't deny that the job tied things up neatly as he'd already promised his mother that he'd get a job to help around the house. On a more personal level, this would be his first job independent of his father's influence. There were no downsides to accepting the offer, there was nothing more to think over. Ryūnosuke again lifted the pen and quickly signed the contract. "You read everything, was it all clear?", Kiyoku asked, her voice pitched to stress her skepticism. "Yeah, and don't worry I could read it a dozen times and it wouldn't change my decision." Ryūnosuke replied as he set the pen down on the desk and handed the contract back to the Manager. "Here." Kiyoku chuckled as she received the contract from the teenager, "Alright, I'll make a copy of this-" A sudden knock on the office door turned both their heads Ryūnosuke more so out of curiosity but Kiyoku looked as if she'd been expecting it. "In the meantime-" she continued without missing a beat, "Follow me." Kiyoku approached the door and Ryūnosuke followed after her. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure if he'd been accepted into WILD'S yet or when he was supposed to start his training. Nevertheless, he figured they would get the answers to those eventually. Ryūnosuke stood behind Kiyoku as she cracked the door. "Now, about that last order of business-" The manager began as she pulled the door open, "time for you to officially meet the rest of the gang." On the other side of the door stood the Professor with the other four members of WILD'S all in their mask. To the right of the Professor stood Iwa in his Kappa mask. Beside Iwa was a young woman with the fierce White Tiger mask; she had long dark-blue hair that was up in a pony tail and reached down to the middle of her back. Ryūnosuke's eyes were immediately drawn to her admirable physical build which could be appreciated even through the folds of her comfy-fit clothing. She was as tall as him and bigger as well. It was an instant and embarrassing reality check for the teenager as he realized he'd "let himself go" as some would same in the months since the incident. Looking at the Byakko-masked member Ryūnosuke suddenly felt pudgy around the sides and shrimpy in his arms. He nervously veered his attention to the the Professor's left where the Kitsune-masked member who was a bit shorter and much thinner than Ryūnosuke stood. At first glance "trendy" was the word Ryūnosuke would use to describe Kitsune based on her clothing alone. She was fashionable but with the urban flare that seemed indicative of Karakura. Two bangs of wavy sky-blue hair framed the sides of her mask and went down to her shoulders. Lastly, to Ryūnosuke's far right and just a few inches away from him (close enough for him to pick up the faint scent of mint-chocolate perfume) was the Pheonix-masked girl. Of all the masks Ryūnosuke recognized hers the most. Her mask was the last thing he saw before he succumbed to his injuries and thought he died. At that time the voice of the girl in the Pheonix-mask promised she would save him and it was obvious that she had. To his surprise she was much shorter than he pictured. The top of her head of long, silky, and pure-white hair came up just to his chest. Ryūnosuke thought she could pass for a twelve year old. She wore a baggy white hoodie that looked like it was two sizes too big for her, but it was adorable on her. It warmed his heart to see her little fingers poking out from the furrowed folds of her sleeves. Ryūnosuke realized that he was at a loss for words in a dazed stupor at the sight of his saviors-turned-allies from the night before. This was the gang, this was WILD'S. "I'm in!", the realization hit but his instincts denied it. "Nah, no way I'm in." The teenager didn't know what to believe or what was to be inferred from the reception until at last Kiyoku stepped forward, turned to face Ryūnosuke and uttered the one phase to dispel all his doubts and state the facts with no uncertainty. "Tamura Ryūnosuke," she beckoned proudly and smiled, "Welcome to WILD'S." To Be Continued... [Left Thread] [Continues In: WILD'S Card] ______________________________ WC|2,940 ----- OOC|Unlocked Achievements RT#3 [Welcome To WILD'S (2): [Tamura Ryūnosuke★ Exclusive] - Become an official member of WILD'S. [Expires: 04/01/2020]
  7. 002: The Titan Part 2 ----- ____________________ ... GOZIRA remained still with the passage of the days. Generally dismissive --not so entirely by choice-- of the trivial happenings of the hundreds of tiny critters that surrounded him. "Dismissive" but not unaware. Although, if Gozira was being entirely forthright his cavalier attitude towards the creatures that took temporary and in some cases permanent abode on his his back, in the obsidian canyons and valleys of his dorsal plates, was rooted more in his own inability to stop the critters in any meaningful manner. The titan Hollow was unconcerned because as far as he was concerned there was nothing he could about the fact. He could roar loud enough the tremble a continent, that would surely scare them off, or perhaps simply rolling over and crushing them all would do the trick. Dramatic solutions indeed but worse yet they were terribly temporary. Gozira could roar or roll over, but then he'd be exhausted and have to sleep and how long would he sleep then a decade, a century, a millennium? The specific duration didn't matter. What mattered was that however long the time he spent it slumber it would surely be long enough for the white sands to semi-submerge him and for the hundreds of critters to make a habitat out of his colossal being. Admittedly, it wasn't entirely bad. On the contrary, Gozira understood that he'd so far avoided regression from his Adjuchas form almost entirely thanks to the smaller and weaker Hollows that unbeknownst to themselves provided the black mountain with the bare minimum of Reiatsu needed to maintain his evolution. In fact, Gozira was simultaneously annoyed and appreciative of the tiny avian Hollow that insisted on repeatedly blasting Cero at one of his dorsal fins. Despite her intentions, she likely failed to realize her attack was having the opposite effect now. It was much easier to weaken Gozira's dorsal plates while he was unconscious, but while he was awake the unique energy-absorption properties and innate healing factor in the obsidian plates was active. It would take the little Hollow years to even leave a scratch on the dorsal plates, that was to say nothing of the time it would take for her to break a shard of it off. A much more peculiar occurrence was the small Hollow making the exhausting and very dangerous journey up his back for no obvious reason. Initially, she'd been on the run from a band of larger Hollows that sought to make a meal of her. However the prolonged proximity to Gozira combined with the physical exhaustion of chasing the little nimble Hollow had left the band drained as the fell unconscious in their tracks it was clear to Gozira that they would not wake again. The black mountain was a harsh and unforgiving terrain that only the strongest survived. Gozira was certain of their fate, he'd seen it play count countless hundreds of times before. Their bodies would become the sustenance of other nearby Hollows that found them, if not, their Spiritual essence would be absorbed into Gozira himself. The Titan Hollow was curious, he wondered why the tiny Hollow had not taken the opportunity to feed on the larger Hollows itself. Instead it choose to abandon an invaluable meal to in favor of the nigh impossible endeavor to summit his back. He imagined that something must be odd about the little frosty critter, at the very least it seemed motivated by something besides the overwhelming and insatiable need to consume. Utter madness! What other purpose could there be to this wretched existence besides voracious consumption? "Snow-runner", Gozira would call the most strange critter for now. A fitting name given the Hollow's bizarre ability to trail frost and pure white snow in her speedy path. "What are you thinking little Snow-runner? How far will you go?", the Titan wondered curiously. As Snow-runner traversed up Gozira's back she would begin to feel the pull of the dorsal fins with increasing severity the higher and farther she climbed. Like a magnetic force the dorsal fins would pull at her from every direction. Gozira silently and motionlessly observed Snow-runner's struggle in astonishment. He abandoned thought of all other aspects of the world and focused entirely on the little Hollow that would dare march proudly towards certain death. He wondered if Snow-runner would succeed but was more convinced of and anticipating Snow-runner's failure and demise. ___________________________ WC| 730
  8. Live Changes 03/28/2020 - STFAH Update: In light of all the crazy stuff going on (we hope you all are staying safe and indoors) figured it was as good a time as any to make the grind a bit easier and promote some activity with all the time being spent in quarantine. What better way to spend your time than RP'ing, amirite. Also, huge welcome to all the newcomers, we're glad to have you! STFAH Reiatsu Gaining Rates: Legendary Reiatsu Tier: Weekly Reiastu Cap: 2k | WC Requirement: 1,700 WC STFAH Rate: 1,275 WC Immense Reiatsu Tier: Weekly Reiatsu Cap: 2k | WC Requirement: 1,500 WC STFAH Rate: 1,125 WC Great Reiatsu Tier: Weekly Reiatsu Cap: 6k | WC Requirement: 1,200 WC STFAH Rate: 900 WC High Reiatsu Tier: Weekly Reiatsu Cap: 10k | WC Requirement: 1,000 WC STFAH Rate: 750 WC Legend Points: Legend Points WC Requirement: 1,000 WC STFAH Rate: 800 WC STFAH Race Technique Learning Limitations: 1 Technique every 3 days (irl days). 1 Technique Daily If your character has the Reiatsu Specialist Trait 2 Techniques Daily with a bonus 30% WC slash if you're teaching/learning the technique in a Co-op thread. - Quincy Race Update: Kaeru and Rash are currently working on the long-awaited and overdue Quincy Update. Expect everyone's favorite Destruction Monks to be very destructive. If you're learning the currently available Quincy Race Techniques and you're worried about them being shifted/removed rest assured your work isn't going to waste. Keep learning those techniques for now and the you'll have access to the new ones based on how they translate over with the updates. - Personal Abilities: Rash will be working on Personal Abilities for new characters when he gets the time. Don't forget to post a request to have your stuff looked at [Here].
  9. Happy Birthday, boomer!

    1. Molestia

      Molestia

      thanks buttface! >:3

  10. 001: The Titan ----- ____________________ ... GOZIRA could feel everything in his surrounding. Most prominently, the irritating and repeated assault of a no doubt ill-informed pest upon a dorsal fin of his lower-back. He was no stranger to the vandals, who sought to damage portions of his dorsal fins in order to devour them, mistaking the organic matter to be some nature of Reiatsu-rich ore to be mined from a black mountain for their nourishment. It was a pointless endeavor that only served to increase the frequency in which Gozira was forced the shed and regrow the abused dorsal plates. While the assaults were common, presently the titan Hollow detected only a single offender. There was a greater number of Hollows in the area and more incoming. Still, the black mountain remained motionless. It was important that he conserved his energy... ___________________________ WC| 135
  11. 000: Black Mountain Cove ____________________ ... BARON QUADHORN emerged regally from the blackened void that was the path between the Living World and the Hollow realm of Hueco Mundo. Fresh off of yet another successful hunt, the blood of his latest prey still clung, warm and slickly, to the surface of the pale green whip-like appendage that serviced as his left arm. Quadhorn lifted the soaked tentacle to his serrated maw and lick it clean. It was not good to waste. His compliments were to the "chef" a young woman who had in her ignorance practically served herself to the Hollow. The cunning hunter set his feet upon the pure white sand of the endless desert wasteland and smiled. He knew all too well of the countless cretins that dwell below the desolation, the ones that saw not the light of its moon. The small monsters --not all necessarily small in size but certainly small in character-- that tugged themselves under the rug. The self-proclaimed baron took another step, and and asserted his superiority. He was after all, above the rug, he trampled over it and by extension he was above and trampled over every being beneath it. The Forest of Menos or as the Baron dubbed it, "the forest of aimless failures". He'd sooner die a horrible death than ever descend to that level. The Baron Hollow traversed the wasteland with no particular direction, though the insatiability of his unique hunger assured his thoughts remained almost universally focused on the prospect of his next hunt. He imagined in what perverse manners he would stalk and terrify his next prey. What flavors of misery and suffering he would marinate their psyches. He imagined the satisfying crushing of bone, the tantalizing tear of flesh, and the intoxicating sweetness of warm blood as it flooded his mouth. The Hollow's mouth was agape as he drooled across the white sand. The intense hunger was mind-numbing, it was terrible, and it was maddening. Complete insanity was staved only by Quadhorn's confidence that a temporary satisfaction was never too far from his grasp. In that sense the hunger was great. The hungrier he was, that better the meal when he finally had it. Quadhorn wandered for days in hunger-induced stupor, he'd begun the proactive planning of his next expedition to the Living World. His abstinence had begin gone beyond the the point of voluntary fasting and into the territory of self-starvation, which in the Baron's opinion was the prime time to hunt. The starvation brought about the perfect amount of urgency and savagery. Never blind savagery, that was barbaric. Baron Quadhorn was no barbarian. Refined, focused savagery was the aim and the mastery. It was a large part of what set the Baron Hollow apart from the others, his inferiors. The Baron Hollow spotted a strange anomaly far in the distance. He'd seen all manners of strange phenomenon over the centuries, rarely were they anything worth delaying his next meal. Still, Quadhorn was curious, so he approached the anomaly, cautiously. He did not realize its true magnitude until he was closer and able to accurately discern what he was observing; a mountain cove valley in the heart of Hueco Mundo. Mountains of sand were nothing unusual in the wasteland and neither were valleys, but this one was different. This mountain was monumental on a level that the Baron had never seen. The jagged peaks of the mountain cove were tipped with rows of pointed obsidian stone plates that butchered the wind which wailed and howled terribly in its passage over the monolithic terrain. A perpetual darkness was cast in the basin of the cove, produced by the valley's shade. Quadhorn noted that the area encompassed by the mountain cove was large enough to host several palaces of the Las Noches fortress. In fact, the Baron Hollow reckoned the space could host an entire new fortress of his own design if he willed it. His own kingdom in the heart of the Hueco Mundo. Baron Quadhorn snorted, "what imaginations and fictions he conjured when beset with hunger." ----- [176 Years Later] ...LUFTTRAP flapped her vermilion wings vigorously as she climbed in altitude, higher and higher along the face of the mountain. She marveled at her shadow as it mimicked her movement on the white surface of the sand. She watched it closely, it was the perfect distraction. The alternative was to look down and the thought of doing that was terrifying. Though she was a Hollow of flight, Lufttrap much preferred the ground and after ascending for what felt like an eternity, who knew how far down it was to that security. Looking of was also of no utility to her. The physical limitations of her unique anatomy --namely her wings, which she had in two pairs-- meant she conserved the most energy and flew most effectively when her head was held upright in a neutral position or when she looked straight down. And, as mentioned before, looking down was not an option. Lufttrap's primary pair of wings were larger, spanning five feet each from her hips. The second pair, the minor pair of wings, where half the size and span of their counterparts and protruded outwards from the sides of her head and doubled as her ears. When she wasn't using the minor wings, Lufttrap would wrap them downwards around her head to cover her face and the soft, exposed pale flesh of her neck and chest. Presently, the task upon which she had embarked required the use of all her wings as well as all her other physical and mental focus. She could control the direction of her minor wings, although to a limited degree, but while facing upwards she could only do so in a many that would propel her downwards. Which was counterproductive to her current goal. There was additional assurance in looking straight ahead, her shadow and by extension, the surface of the black mountain --the close relative "ground"-- was well within the reach of her razor-sharp talons. Should she need to stop, should her wings give out suddenly, she could always grab onto the mountain and prevent herself from plummeting many frontiers down to her death. Though she dared not look, Lufttrap knew what awaited her at the ground, her companion Hollows. She pictured them in her head, all encouraging her to flying higher, cheering her on even now, long after she could no longer hear their voices --they were too far down now. Still, they clamored on in her mind and heart, reminding her of her purpose. The reason of her struggle and why she fought on and ascended higher. Higher! as her sharp and heavy breathes tore her throat raw. Higher! as her wings grew ever-heavier as if each feather possessed the weight of a boulder. Higher! as ever the air itself seemed to fight against her. "Higher!" the little avian Hollow exclaimed mentally, repeated with every beat of her wings and she watched her shadow against the white surface of the sand until it disappeared suddenly. Vanished into the blackness of a new backdrop. "Where was the sand?" She wondered and then gasped as the realization hit her. "AH!" Lufttrap beat her wings forward no long propelling upwards, but straight ahead-- she'd reached her goal. She'd succeeded. Lufttrap looked down at the black surface that was barely inches beneath her talons and in that very moment of confirmation her wings gave out of their own accord. The victorious little avian Hollow collapsed on the hard obsidian surface of the mountain ridge, her aching wings convulsed numbly at her sides. Lufttrap chuckled, pleased with her accomplishment. Lufttrap knew she was not the first Hollow to ascend the black mountain nor would she be the last. She'd heard the stories of over avian Hollows that made the journey to the mountaintop and made it their permanent residence. She saw no signs of these Hollow communities but she also hadn't looked very hard for them. She could likely spend years looking and never find them. Besides that wasn't her objective. After a brief rest, Lufttrap rolled over the her back and looked up, the white moon that illuminated Hueco Mundo seemed a bit closer at the at this altitude. She rested for a bit longer before she stood up, prepared to do what she'd come for. Her goal had not been to merely reach the mountain top, and certainly not to summit the black mountain --Lufttrap was no where near the summit. The summit was on the East side of the cove valley. She'd ascended the halfway point along the closed-off curve of the valley, which were where the obsidian caps started to emerge from the white sand. She'd have to fly three times her current altitude to reach the mountain peak. Lufttrap observed her surrounds, mainly the massive black walls at bother her sides. She was in the center of what could have been a valley on its own; between two colossal slabs of pointed mineral. On the ground below her she could see fragments of the mineral that had splintered apart from the greater mass. Lufttrap smiled triumphantly. That, was what she came for! The fragments on the ground were no use it her, any energy they might have contained was drained out long ago. But the fragments were not completely useless, they were a good indication of of where the obsidian mineral was weakest and most likely to break. They fragments indicated where she should strike. Lufttrap was exhausted, but her task was still only half down. The next part was certain to prove just as physically and mentally draining as the flying. The harpy-like Hollow concentrated her spiritual energy into the tip of her short white beak. The energy gather there as a crimson orb; a tiny sun that she held just long enough to aim at the edge of the black wall in front of her. Lufttrap released the Cero, it collided instantly with the black wall and exploded in a brilliant red flash. A flicking glint from the perspective of her companions thousands of meters below. As the first flicker of red light faded a second followed, then came a third, and then a fourth and then a fifth. Lufttrap relentlessly blasted the black wall with Cero after Cero, hoping the break off a chunk of it to return to her companions below. She suffered further exhaustion with each blast, but the motivated little avian Hollow did not give up. A sizable enough fragment could sustain them for months, a little fatigue was a small price to pay for such a valuable prize. To Be Continued... [Left Thread] [Continues In ] ___________________________ WC| 2,915
  12. ENCORE: After-life, Not Quite Death ----- ____________________ ... NAKAJIMA was, for an unknown matter of time, trapped in the state of being he dreaded more than anything; a self-conscious state of being. One of countless other selves in a chaotic collective. It became abundantly clear to Nakajima that although he'd escaped the horrors of his own human life, death had not been the escape from self-conscious existence that he believed it to be. Worst of all, he had not only his own consciousness to resent but also the countless thousands of others to contend with in an endless battle for dominance over the prime real estate he'd come to know as his shared body. However, the consciousness that was Nakajima (no longer so in name but merely in the essence of what made the man once named Nakajima) understood that this new existence was not really life, nor had he truly died. This was another plain, something between life and death. The grey unknown; the chaos. Nakajima came to understand that he himself had become an agent of chaos, if not chaos itself. He instinctively realized that life was off the table for him, which was fine, he'd reject life and all its terribleness anyway --he'd do so most vehemently and a thousand times over. But, Nakajima felt slighted. He felt lied to and cheated out of his peace. He'd rejected life in favor of death only to now be rejected by death itself. This made Nakajima furious and resentful. How could he stand for such an insult? He could have easily submitted and allowed himself to be devoured; become an eternal fragment of another's whole. He might have even done so, but Nakajima was too angry to submit. He was hurt, so now he needed to make others hurt. He was miserable, so he needed to make others miserable with him. One by one, Nakajima devoured the consciousness of the collection. Fulfilling the rational and all too human role of terrible, schizophrenic, mass-murdering monster. Countless collective egos became thousands, the thousands dwindled to hundreds, one hundred became a dozen. The dozen became four. Finally the four became just the one... GOZIRA
  13. There is a popular saying, one that in so few words describes the terrible nature of being. "Life sucks... and then you die.", it goes. What a tragic and furthermore tragically true saying! Life sucks it is terrifying and terrible in every sense. That is as long as you're living at all. As long as you have an eye for all it's imperfections and dangers. Its bold and ever-present monsters and the lurking ones. Life is filled with disappointment, tragedy, hurt, suffering, pain, malevolence, deceit, and fear --all matters of terrible things self-inflicted and also inflicted by the world and inflicted by others. Even the capacity to think, the human self-conscious is an instrument of our own ruin. In fact, it is our capacity to think; to see good from evil and order from chaos, that causes us the greatest pain and suffering. It is a tool of the greatest evils ever committed by our species. It is not that we are all mass-murdering dictators, or genociding warmongering fascist in our own actions. It isn't that we all bear arms in vengeful fury and seek revenge for our cursed existence against the world. We don't all pull the trigger or give the order for the trigger to be pulled. Rather, it is that in each of us is the capacity to do it. In each of us is the capacity, under the right circumstances, to be the mass-murder, the dictator, the warmonger, or the school shooter. Picture every terrible monster in human history. Now remember that they were also all terribly human. When you consider that and you consider the true fragility of the things that separate us from the monsters of humankind how can one not live in absolute dread. How can we trust? Who and what do we trust? Things go wrong, they go wrong all the time --yet another spectacular punchline in the terrible joke that is human existence. Even when things seem great (only to those who aren't truly perceiving the world as it is) the question is never "how" things will go wrong, the question is "when". When will my car break down? When will my roof cave in? When will my dog die? When will I die? What is the point of it if all things end, if nothing is of meaning in the grand scheme of it? The meaning cannot be goodness. The meaning cannot be happiness, it cannot even be the illusion of happiness. Illusions require blindness or ignorance. There is fear in blindness and even greater evil in ignorance. Is the purpose of life then to make the best of it? Maybe, but that's not good enough! The best of something terrible is still something terrible. To make the best of suffering is still suffering. "Enough, Nakajima!", his peers and relatives --all wretched in their own regards and still all blind or willfully ignorant as to the degree of their own blindness-- would tell him. "You're depressing and useless! Of course we have to make the best of life because what is the alternative?!" They argued. To Nakajima the alternative was simple. The alternative to suffering was to not suffer all. The alternative to existence was simply to not! "Life sucks, but then at least you die." Alas, Nakajima did not take his own life, though he'd considered it countless times. In the end he did not have the courage for it. He recognized, with intense and endless bitterness, his own cowardice. A fact that only fueled the flame of his resentment further. In the end, it was organ failure brought on by severe malnutrition, brought on by prolonged self-starvation, that took him. A very slow and painful death up to the very end when he died in his sleep. He hardly weighed fifteen kilograms when they found him. There was barely a liter of blood in his body. His skin was pale and cracked terribly, his eyes were sunk deep into the abyssal pits of his eye sockets. His hair had fallen already by that point. The authorities said Nakajima was as good as dead at least months before he finally had his last breath. What a shame; they were only twenty-seven or so years behind Nakajima's own estimation. In his opinion he'd been as good as dead the moment he was born. Miraculously, he was smiling when they found him. Of course he was! In death there was solace. In death there was at least a conclusion. Death was the silence after the joke, after everyone had their laughs and claps. The ultimate peace after the violent and terrifying, ravaging storm. Death was the finale. "Close curtains!" Death was the end. It was the end... until it wasn't.
  14. Happy Birthday, dude. Stay healthy!

    1. Dante Hirako

      Dante Hirako

      Thanks Rash. I had a pretty good one. 

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