Azure Sky
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Item roll for Illiam and Areum.
Illiam gets an extra die for the higher score.
Illiam gets an extra die for the higher score.
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Random Lazy Guy
Guin's roll for an item. 3 dice because of perfect score.
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The One Eyed Bandit
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There were both certain advantages, and certain disadvantages to being small. The chief points at the current moment were as follows: having limbs about as thin as they physically could be without being skeletal it a lot harder for people to step on them, but the bruises incurred from the few errant footsteps that did find their way into them tended to hurt a lot worse. The latter point was only compounded further if, by some chance, you also had skin more pallid that a corpse's upon which the dreadful bruises incurred stuck out more sorely than a thumb struck by a sledgehammer.
Guinevere sat slumped up against the wall of one of the Archimedes' freshly abandoned hallways, lazily inspecting her battered extremities. By her count, she'd been lucky enough to get away with seven footfall-bludgeonings spread across her limbs, and only one or two on the rest of her body. Maybe, in her last moments of consciousness, she'd managed to adopt an armadillo stance. As embarrassing as the pose was, she frankly would've been impressed with her past self if she'd managed to think fast enough to pull that off.
Huffing a little, Guinevere hopped to her feet in a single, nimble movement.
"I guess it's not as bad as it looks, then..." Guinevere muttered to herself as she gave herself another quick once over, marvelling at how artfully each of her panicked assailants had managed to miss any of the major pivot points of her limbs. By all reckoning, she'd actually gotten off quite lucky. At it would've taken was one fatass stepping on her knee to put her out of commission for the team battle.
Well, it probably would've been worse if said fatass had stepped on her head, but she didn't really like thinking of that possibility.
As she made her way from the scene, Guinevere popped open her pocket only to find it woefully void of activity. There wasn't a peep nor a pip of either of her teammates or, well, she supposed the correct determiner now was any, but the two shorties hardly felt like they were a part of the team yet. She'd hardly exchanged a word with either of them, outside of their initial flirtations, so she was beginning to think that they were afraid of cooties or something.
Guinevere flicked through her Pocket a few times more as she contemplated contacting her team or not, but before she came to a decision, she started to find her ears assaulted by the distinctive thumping of music. She looked up from her Pocket and was met with the obnoxious branding of the Arcade.
She regarded the building for a moment, and then spun on her heel to snap a selfie of herself and the building, which she promptly sent to all of her teammates.
"You guys wanna hang out? I'm looking to win big!"
Guinevere wasn't even halfway through the door before her eyes had started to dart around the environment. As much as the glaring lights of the hall's countless machines hurt her eyes, the hustle and bustle of the place were genuinely making her feel quite excited. The technological grandeur of both the Arcade and the Archimedes were a far cry from the cobblestone streets she called home, and it was only just now that the fantastically of the situation was starting to set in.
This was it! This was exactly the sort of thing she'd been wanting to see when she agreed to climb the Tower. Realization barreled into her like a car full of clowns, and before she knew it Guinevere found herself practically hopping and skipping around the hall.
It was an incredibly good thing that nobody she knew was around to see it.
She flicked through the tutorials quickly and was soon in the middle of her first run. The game seemed simple enough. Her feet darted and weaved around the playmat, nimbly tapping each button with enough precision to fool any bored onlooker into thinking that this wasn't her first time playing. Her run wasn't perfect, of course, but considering that the only video game she'd played up until now was Tetris, Guinevere still felt pretty proud of her quickly mounting score.
So proud in fact that instead of finishing it properly, she decided to cap off her performance with a spin, a twirl, and finally, a bow to her 'audience', to which the machine reacted to with a disgruntled "BAD!". After that, a few people in the crowd snickered, though she wasn't sure if it was with or at her.
With a nod of her head and a spring in her step, Guinevere strode up to the machine and figured out how to enter her bet without too much trouble. She deposited a healthy, and only slightly irresponsible sum of points into the machine, tapped the activation button, and then watched as it booped and beeped and then pooped out what looked like a compass.
Guinevere blinked once, twice more, and then one more time for good measure. A single thought ran through her mind. Was that it?
She scooped the compass up in her hands, and let it dangle limply between her fingers. She had it admit, it did feel quite sturdy, and the detailing was surprisingly nice, but the prize wasn't even what she'd been disappointed with in the first place. She huffed a sigh, but this time the appropriate expression fell across her face to accompany it, and she supposed that not every swing could be a hit.
She did usually tend to take a wide berth from shows of violence, after all.
Today, however, she felt differently. Perhaps it was because she was in a particularly fun mood, or perhaps she was just trying to subconsciously make up for that boring 'gamble' she'd been subjected to, but not long after the sound of expert violence faded from the Hall, Guinevere moved to investigate it.
"Hiiii~" Guinevere called out sweetly as she approached what looked like the culprit: a very... well, a very kind-of-scary-looking young man who seemed to be eyeballing his Pocket with a look of glee.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I was just wandering around the Arcade when... BOOM! I heard your punch cry out like it was some sort of firework!" Guinevere threw her hands up as she exclaimed, emphasizing the punch's... punchiness. "Would you mind giving me some pointers? I've never really been able to throw a punch, myself. My arms are thin, my spirit's weak, and... Well, actually, just let me show you."
Stepping past the man, Guinevere moved up to the machine and punched it with all of her might, which admittedly, wasn't very much, evidenced by the fact that it hardly registered on the machine.
"See what I mean, I'm surprised I even br-" As she was speaking, a spear dropped out of the machine, and rolled up to her feet. It looked expensive.
"H-huh, would you look at that. I guess I make up for my muscles with luck?"
Guinevere sat slumped up against the wall of one of the Archimedes' freshly abandoned hallways, lazily inspecting her battered extremities. By her count, she'd been lucky enough to get away with seven footfall-bludgeonings spread across her limbs, and only one or two on the rest of her body. Maybe, in her last moments of consciousness, she'd managed to adopt an armadillo stance. As embarrassing as the pose was, she frankly would've been impressed with her past self if she'd managed to think fast enough to pull that off.
Huffing a little, Guinevere hopped to her feet in a single, nimble movement.
"I guess it's not as bad as it looks, then..." Guinevere muttered to herself as she gave herself another quick once over, marvelling at how artfully each of her panicked assailants had managed to miss any of the major pivot points of her limbs. By all reckoning, she'd actually gotten off quite lucky. At it would've taken was one fatass stepping on her knee to put her out of commission for the team battle.
Well, it probably would've been worse if said fatass had stepped on her head, but she didn't really like thinking of that possibility.
As she made her way from the scene, Guinevere popped open her pocket only to find it woefully void of activity. There wasn't a peep nor a pip of either of her teammates or, well, she supposed the correct determiner now was any, but the two shorties hardly felt like they were a part of the team yet. She'd hardly exchanged a word with either of them, outside of their initial flirtations, so she was beginning to think that they were afraid of cooties or something.
Guinevere flicked through her Pocket a few times more as she contemplated contacting her team or not, but before she came to a decision, she started to find her ears assaulted by the distinctive thumping of music. She looked up from her Pocket and was met with the obnoxious branding of the Arcade.
She regarded the building for a moment, and then spun on her heel to snap a selfie of herself and the building, which she promptly sent to all of her teammates.
"You guys wanna hang out? I'm looking to win big!"
Guinevere wasn't even halfway through the door before her eyes had started to dart around the environment. As much as the glaring lights of the hall's countless machines hurt her eyes, the hustle and bustle of the place were genuinely making her feel quite excited. The technological grandeur of both the Arcade and the Archimedes were a far cry from the cobblestone streets she called home, and it was only just now that the fantastically of the situation was starting to set in.
This was it! This was exactly the sort of thing she'd been wanting to see when she agreed to climb the Tower. Realization barreled into her like a car full of clowns, and before she knew it Guinevere found herself practically hopping and skipping around the hall.
It was an incredibly good thing that nobody she knew was around to see it.
game - dance it up:
Eventually, she managed to shake herself out of her merry stupor and found she'd somehow wound up right in front of the stage for some dancing game. She scanned it curiously, and then became aware of the various sets of eyes that seemed to be boring holes into her back. She huffed out a sigh to herself, though a smile crept across her mouth rather than a frown, and then stepped up onto the game's flashing stage. If she was expected to play, then she'd play.She flicked through the tutorials quickly and was soon in the middle of her first run. The game seemed simple enough. Her feet darted and weaved around the playmat, nimbly tapping each button with enough precision to fool any bored onlooker into thinking that this wasn't her first time playing. Her run wasn't perfect, of course, but considering that the only video game she'd played up until now was Tetris, Guinevere still felt pretty proud of her quickly mounting score.
So proud in fact that instead of finishing it properly, she decided to cap off her performance with a spin, a twirl, and finally, a bow to her 'audience', to which the machine reacted to with a disgruntled "BAD!". After that, a few people in the crowd snickered, though she wasn't sure if it was with or at her.
game - gambling machine
Next up on her list was humanity's most primal form of entertainment: Gambling. With a grace that only some who was properly enjoying themselves could carry, Guinevere slipped into the crowd surrounding the Dance It Up machine, and then a few minutes later, out of the one surrounding the aptly named Gambling Machine.:
After all the movies she'd watched about casino heists and whatnot, the sight of it was honestly a touch anti-climatic, what with its lack of suave blackjack dealers and saucy bartenders, but she was able to put that aside for the moment. Even if it wasn't classic gambling, it was still a step up from those dinky little slot machines that she'd encounter every now and again during her trip up the Tower.With a nod of her head and a spring in her step, Guinevere strode up to the machine and figured out how to enter her bet without too much trouble. She deposited a healthy, and only slightly irresponsible sum of points into the machine, tapped the activation button, and then watched as it booped and beeped and then pooped out what looked like a compass.
Guinevere blinked once, twice more, and then one more time for good measure. A single thought ran through her mind. Was that it?
She scooped the compass up in her hands, and let it dangle limply between her fingers. She had it admit, it did feel quite sturdy, and the detailing was surprisingly nice, but the prize wasn't even what she'd been disappointed with in the first place. She huffed a sigh, but this time the appropriate expression fell across her face to accompany it, and she supposed that not every swing could be a hit.
game - punching machine:
Guinevere wandered away from the machine, fully intending to spend at least the next five minutes moping to herself, until her train of thought was cut off by perhaps the loudest 'THUD-CRASH-BANG' she'd heard since, well, maybe ever.She did usually tend to take a wide berth from shows of violence, after all.
Today, however, she felt differently. Perhaps it was because she was in a particularly fun mood, or perhaps she was just trying to subconsciously make up for that boring 'gamble' she'd been subjected to, but not long after the sound of expert violence faded from the Hall, Guinevere moved to investigate it.
"Hiiii~" Guinevere called out sweetly as she approached what looked like the culprit: a very... well, a very kind-of-scary-looking young man who seemed to be eyeballing his Pocket with a look of glee.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I was just wandering around the Arcade when... BOOM! I heard your punch cry out like it was some sort of firework!" Guinevere threw her hands up as she exclaimed, emphasizing the punch's... punchiness. "Would you mind giving me some pointers? I've never really been able to throw a punch, myself. My arms are thin, my spirit's weak, and... Well, actually, just let me show you."
Stepping past the man, Guinevere moved up to the machine and punched it with all of her might, which admittedly, wasn't very much, evidenced by the fact that it hardly registered on the machine.
"See what I mean, I'm surprised I even br-" As she was speaking, a spear dropped out of the machine, and rolled up to her feet. It looked expensive.
"H-huh, would you look at that. I guess I make up for my muscles with luck?"
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Illiam Herlaa
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Checked or not, damn did that ease the nerves. Illiam flicked his pocket away, if she responded he'd have to check later as the sprinkle to cap his cathartic day. It felt so long, honestly, he was ready for a meal and to crash. The day was done with him, and so he too was done with the day. Before he could make true on his plans, a small clunk sounded from his feet, the sound drawing his gaze towards the ground. Was this, his prize? The small ornate dagger that rested on his toes, beckoned for his attention.
"You! Come now and claim your prize, you horizontal oaf!" It quite literally, beckoned for his attention. The dagger splashed with jewels of green and red, a handle and sheath painted red with gold highlights, and a face at the base of the handle. Looked like an old man, and one who the years didn't treat kindly. Illiam bent over to pick the dagger up. "Hey, hey, hey! Watch the grip. Your clammy hands currently hold Mon Ke, first of his name!"
"Monkey huh. Don't mean to be a sour sport, but you ain't the first." Illiam responded as he made his modest arms inventory visible.
"It's Mon Ke! Mon! Ke!" The dagger rebutted.
"Monke. Got it." Illiam stuffed the dagger into a slot made for a weapon smaller than the dagger itself.
"I'll cut everything you hold dear." Good luck, Illiam thought as he made his arms inventory vanish once more. Talking dagger felt like a nice gimmick, maybe it would fetch a nicer price. Though, who would buy it? Illiam didn't have much time to ponder that question as his personal space was invaded by another.
"Hiiii~"
Illiam gave his full attention to the next challenger, a young woman who approached him rather willingly. Not just willingly, but with some expression of admiration. This felt new. Though, every word out of her mouth seemed so agreeable, her praise bleed with an intent Illiam couldn't quite figure out. Did she desire a new team member? Were her desires genuine praise? Or maybe, a desire to take advantage of the strong. Her compliments didn't fall to deaf ears. Quite the opposite, such warm praise quickly became addictive, by the time she was finished and trying out the machine herself, Illiam desired more.
He didn't bother holding back his sly smile or light laughter upon seeing the young woman's score. To the same token, he didn't hold back his surprise either to see her take home a prize.
"Luck, maybe. You've seemed to have two good strokes of it." As Illiam spoke, he slid his toe under the spear, kicking it upwards in the next moment and grabbing hold of it in the moment to follow. Slowly at first, he began to swing the spear in slow wide arcs. Showing his experience? Hardly. As his movements went on, and he dinged into the machines nearby, it would have become clear he was moving with confidence, not practice.
"You ran into a man who's weak to what's probably your strong suit." Illiam tossed the spear on the ground towards the young woman, walking closer to her as the spear too rolled in her direction. He never passed the spear, that invisible boundary that shrunk with every passing second, yet he approached closer and closer his gaze burning the visage of a new obsession into his mind. The closer he got, the more he gazed, the more he found more to appreciate.
"I'm more than happy to train, travel, tear, or whatever it is you wanna do while we go up this Tower. Just keep up the lip service and we'll call this a quid, pro, quo." If his words weren't enough, then the hungry smile that brought his lips to curl and warp should have been evidence enough of his intentions, usually hidden. If there was one thing Illiam was still looking for from today, it was validation. He missed his chance to get the kind he wanted from Selicity, so this woman would have to do.
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Checked or not, damn did that ease the nerves. Illiam flicked his pocket away, if she responded he'd have to check later as the sprinkle to cap his cathartic day. It felt so long, honestly, he was ready for a meal and to crash. The day was done with him, and so he too was done with the day. Before he could make true on his plans, a small clunk sounded from his feet, the sound drawing his gaze towards the ground. Was this, his prize? The small ornate dagger that rested on his toes, beckoned for his attention.
"You! Come now and claim your prize, you horizontal oaf!" It quite literally, beckoned for his attention. The dagger splashed with jewels of green and red, a handle and sheath painted red with gold highlights, and a face at the base of the handle. Looked like an old man, and one who the years didn't treat kindly. Illiam bent over to pick the dagger up. "Hey, hey, hey! Watch the grip. Your clammy hands currently hold Mon Ke, first of his name!"
"Monkey huh. Don't mean to be a sour sport, but you ain't the first." Illiam responded as he made his modest arms inventory visible.
"It's Mon Ke! Mon! Ke!" The dagger rebutted.
"Monke. Got it." Illiam stuffed the dagger into a slot made for a weapon smaller than the dagger itself.
"I'll cut everything you hold dear." Good luck, Illiam thought as he made his arms inventory vanish once more. Talking dagger felt like a nice gimmick, maybe it would fetch a nicer price. Though, who would buy it? Illiam didn't have much time to ponder that question as his personal space was invaded by another.
"Hiiii~"
Illiam gave his full attention to the next challenger, a young woman who approached him rather willingly. Not just willingly, but with some expression of admiration. This felt new. Though, every word out of her mouth seemed so agreeable, her praise bleed with an intent Illiam couldn't quite figure out. Did she desire a new team member? Were her desires genuine praise? Or maybe, a desire to take advantage of the strong. Her compliments didn't fall to deaf ears. Quite the opposite, such warm praise quickly became addictive, by the time she was finished and trying out the machine herself, Illiam desired more.
He didn't bother holding back his sly smile or light laughter upon seeing the young woman's score. To the same token, he didn't hold back his surprise either to see her take home a prize.
"Luck, maybe. You've seemed to have two good strokes of it." As Illiam spoke, he slid his toe under the spear, kicking it upwards in the next moment and grabbing hold of it in the moment to follow. Slowly at first, he began to swing the spear in slow wide arcs. Showing his experience? Hardly. As his movements went on, and he dinged into the machines nearby, it would have become clear he was moving with confidence, not practice.
"You ran into a man who's weak to what's probably your strong suit." Illiam tossed the spear on the ground towards the young woman, walking closer to her as the spear too rolled in her direction. He never passed the spear, that invisible boundary that shrunk with every passing second, yet he approached closer and closer his gaze burning the visage of a new obsession into his mind. The closer he got, the more he gazed, the more he found more to appreciate.
"I'm more than happy to train, travel, tear, or whatever it is you wanna do while we go up this Tower. Just keep up the lip service and we'll call this a quid, pro, quo." If his words weren't enough, then the hungry smile that brought his lips to curl and warp should have been evidence enough of his intentions, usually hidden. If there was one thing Illiam was still looking for from today, it was validation. He missed his chance to get the kind he wanted from Selicity, so this woman would have to do.
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Time Skip: Team Battle
"Ahem... Ladies and gents, welcome back!" Quiz's voice resonated throughout the arena yet again. "Today is the Team Battle day. Teams will face artificial life forms created by the workshop. They all look the same and have the same abilities, so fairplay is undisputable." As he said that, one of the artificial life forms appeared in the arena. It was dressed in black trousers and a yellow jacket. It had crimson wings, surrounded by a few sphere shaped small robots with sharp teeth, and it's head... was a cube.
In its left hand, it held a gun of sorts.
"Let us welcome the first team."
"Ohh, it seems they came prepared with all sorts of mean equipment. Let's see how they fare."
[5 opponents, operating at 100% output]
The android (?) analysed its foes before the fight.
3...
2...
1...
"Begin!"
All of them spread out and shot at the cube head with their energy guns.
[Force Field]
The cube head generated a spherical Shinsoo barrier around itself which not only protected it from the Shinsoo bullets, it also absorbed them. It then generated four Shinsoo discs that started spinning at high speeds, and launched them at the opposing team. They were reminescent of...
[Mimicry: Mateo Nemeroff]
"Dodge, dodge!" The woman gave out the orders. They all tried their best not to get cut by the cube head's discs that were moving hectically through the arena.
While they were doing that, one of the small sphere robots puked out another wierd gunshaped device, that Cube-Head grabbed with its right hand. The two would be guns morphed into swords.
[Mimicry: Ha Mena Arie]
Amplified by the energy it priorly absorbed, Cube-Head launched a barrage of energy slashes towards the Regulars. Two of them got cut into pieces, as blood splattered in all directions. The other three got visibly disturbed by the scene. As they were distracted, the swords reformed into guns.
[Target: Lock On]
"W-wait, w-we g-..."
Thud.
The female leader and another team member collapsed from a Shinsoo bullet that pierced their heads.
"I give up, I give up!" The last Regular left alive cried out.
"Resignation acknowledged. On stand-by." The Cube-Head, ceased fire, it's guns going back in the mouths of the ball-shaped robots.
"Ok. It seems the first team was not properly prepared. But they get my full appreciation for their enthusiam!"
"H-hey..."
"That's no joke, oi."
"Damn, that was brutal."
"Hell yeah!"
The crowd mostly cheered furiously. The bets were still on. Most people were prepared to bet on the robot.
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