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Post by Kazuki on Feb 16, 2024 2:26:58 GMT 9
His Corruption Tracker was having a conniption. Still fresh on his arrival to Ostellia, Kazuki had already survived being mauled to death by a sentient Costco warehouse, so he figured pursuing a foray into the desert that wanted his bones was worth an evening.
So far however, all heâd managed to find were ruins. Most of Ostellia wasâbut this had a more whimsical coat of paint on its rusty exterior. A Ferris Wheel had been uprooted and now stuck out of the desert half-submerged. Kazuki treated it like a parkour track, leaping from the rusted beams and the crushed carriages.
He stopped, shoes stomping and caving a rusted carriage door. A massive crumpled structure sat across the ocean of debris, unrecognizable now. Though it lay in rusted steel tatters, its once-glorious structure could still be guessed, as if a phantom remained, hovering over the dust clouds and tumbleweeds.
Kazuki, who was neither an architecture student nor a researcher, could only laugh at the sight of it. On what remained of its walls was the biggest graffiti heâd seen in the park so far, and he pulled up his inventory, pulling out the in-game camera item and taking a snapshot.
It said: Tepig Piglets 299-575-8095
And he captioned it with: This you?
Before sending it to none other than ozone and ăRed Velvetă, the last two heâd gotten into creative tussles with. As he was closing out his spam with Come to the dunes if you want an ass kickin, he heard something in the distance, only to dismiss it as the park settling.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 16, 2024 0:17:49 GMT 9
âNeed to show you something.â
In truth, Kazuki was pissed. His emotional range typically fell within this narrow sphere, but this time it was pure frustration. What is the point of a world where anything is possible, where you can sacrifice sight for glimpses of the future, if that world hinges its greatest gifts on what you can see?
And Verai could shut it off, of course, but he didnât want to. Kazuki still didnât fully understand the merit of it, but that didnât fucking matter, because if itâs what Verai wanted and it didnât involve martyring himself for things that wouldnât think twice of him, then he should have it a thousand times over, and damn the rest.
As it stands, however, Kazuki was at an impasse. Maybe there was a class or an ability that could let Verai see what he sees, but he didnât have it. All he had was himself. âIâm going to tell you what I see, so listen, alright?â he grumbled, once again charging bullheadedly to his objective.
He held Veraiâs hand by the wrist. âThe parade has been moving in a straight lineâŚâ How long? The climb felt like it lasted ages, and he hadnât paid attention to anything else. The pad of his thumb traced the line of Veraiâs inner wrist, feeling life pulse under calluses.
â⌠towards a giant, bright structure on a platform. It looks like⌠like a moon.â The pad of his thumb traced a circle into the palm of Veraiâs hand, as if smearing ash into the lines and cracks. It would hold resemblance. He poured a speck of fire power into his fingertips to mimic its warmth. âOr maybe itâs a sun. It looks like itâs been shattered, and thereâs bits of it at the edges missing, but itâs stillââ he snorted, smiling to none but himself ââstill pretty damn amazing.â
And his gaze moved from Veraiâs palm, back to the sky. âAnd now thereâs a lot of lights in the sky. You ever seen a meteor shower, Ver?â Through the cacophony of the bustling parade, there were warbles of meteors ripping through the gloom, sending ripples of iridescent energy through the clouds.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 14, 2024 12:08:35 GMT 9
Kazuki paused, managing to hit something solidânot paper. He plucked the OLD AMBER from the rubble. It didnât look like a fossil, or at least not one he expected. Very round and smooth like a pebble, but it almost glowed in the dim light, and even as he held it up to his eye, he found it difficult to decipher what was encased inside.
He very nearly threw it when he found Dr. Bunya inches away from his face, separated only by the amber. âDamn it, Bunya! Personal space!â he hissed, but thereâs little to be done when his prize was under monocle.
And while it may have been a non-revelation for most, Kazuki was not a smart man, and he seemed ever more intrigued by the weird honey stone he uncovered. It wasnât coated in corruption, but would it stay that way, if he kept it with him and his team?
The ground gave out from under them.
Kazuki crashed into the lower layer along with the rest of the excavation team, though his fall was less the slap of bones on tarmac and more like throwing your dadâs carburetor on the trash curb. The lower ground cracked under the impact and weight, and Kazuki grunted, moving to get up.
Only to get nailed by a thousand more carburetors.
âLetting you evolve was a mistake,â he wheezed, as Mudsdale took another minute to ensure the dough was properly flattened before getting to her hooves.
As he finally, finally picked himself off the ground, a pop-up signaled the arrival of the next event. Kazuki scrunched his face, unable to remove it. There was something in his handsâcrinkly and smooth like gift wrap, with a bow, and no matter how hard he tried to open it (with his hands, and then after with his teeth), it would not.
Something gently paps against his head, falling into his arms and adding onto the pile of what was no doubt blight-in-a-box. Whipping his head around, Kazuki already recognized that pansyass throw and was quick to retaliate by hurling his gift at starlitlover with the force of a guided missile.
Mudsdale hummed, having had a taste of relaxation, and was now digging while lying on the ground, with her nose.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 10, 2024 15:31:18 GMT 9
His session of calmly obliterating his anger out on contaminated rock was interrupted by Tuesday, calling him back to the hell from whence he came. He scoffed, pulling out a SPELL TAG from the shattered rubble.
âTHE KRAMPUS-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!â He hollered back, only to sputter as a mound of ash, crushed human mineral, and garbage was tossed in his face. âHorse, what the fuck!â
<Language,> Mudsdale huffed, kicking more rubble at him, forcing the man to dodge as if he were dancing Scottish Highland. <There are children here.> Her eyes moved to Rose Garden, ear flicking at the sound of her words. Poor girl sounded so confused.
âI learned to say fuck when I was five. Itâs good character development,â Kazuki retorted. The ash felt terrible on bare skin, all grit that made it hard not to sneeze. Which was deserved, because PPE existed for a reason.
<And what character did you develop into?> Mudsdale hummed.
âThe kind thatâs getting back to work! Quit playing!â He took his pickaxe from the ground, preparing to resume swinging, his movements carried by the strange merry jingle as if coaxed by sirenâs song.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 10, 2024 2:09:21 GMT 9
| LEECH | 8bc778 | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE +10 Rare
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +5 Corrupted Move]â BONUS[/tangent]
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ZYGARDE (BABY) | IT/THEY | | | CAN'T BE EQUIPPED | 100 HP | ATK: 20 DMG | RARE (+10) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10 thousand arrows, thousand waves, core enforcer, bind, bulldoze, dragon breath, bite, haze
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 dig
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 safeguard
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 crunch, dragon pulse, land's wrath
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES glare, sandstorm
TIER 5 MOVES ALL coil, earthquake, outrage
TM/HM MOVES
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| OTHER INFORMATION: Born and raised in THE LIVING SHRINE. |
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 10, 2024 2:09:08 GMT 9
| STAKATAKA | N/A | [tangent= ]WEAKNESS[/tangent] [tangent=ALWAYS APPLICABLE -5 Invasive
CIRCUMSTANTIAL +5 Corrupted Move]â BONUS[/tangent]
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STAKATAKA | IT/ITS | | | UNEQUIPPED | 100 HP | ATK: 20 DMG | INVASIVE (-5) |
BASIC MOVES 01-10 tackle, harden, rock throw, protect
TIER 1 MOVES 10-20 stomp, block
TIER 2 MOVES 20-30 rock slide, wide guard
TIER 3 MOVES 30-50 autotomize, rock blast, magnet rise, iron defense
TIER 4 MOVES 50-70 Z MOVES iron head, take down, stealth rock, double-edge
TIER 5 MOVES ALL
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 9, 2024 1:47:31 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/mPSWLK~png âWhat the fuck? She said no one would be around at this time,â Kazuki clicked his tongue, squinting death at Alistair who had literally done nothing wrong.
Surprisingly, it was his first time visiting the T.E.A shop. Lounging around sipping drinks wasnât his favorite activity in the game and in general, but it was the right season, and Tuesdayâs coupon was about to expire. He wasnât going to let it go to waste after what he had done to obtain it. But it had actually been a pleasant experience so far: just sitting around a kotatsu in a comfortable kimono, enjoying good company.
âWhatever.â Kazuki shook his head. âLittle bit forwards, Ver.â
He held out the teapot, waiting until Veraiâs cup fell under the spout and pouring with uncharacteristic (to the point of disturbing) grace. Not even the kittens waging war under the kotatsu managed to nudge his arm. He hadnât prepared the teaâhell noâbut what Tuesday served was good enough. Fragrant, refreshing, and warm, he wouldâve likened it to green tea, if such a thing existed in this game.
As it stands, he does find himself glancing at the stocked shelves, wandering PokĂŠmon, and the blossoming decorative plants. He would not put it past Tuesday to be holding some poor Gardener hostage to supply what was apparently a fairly in-demand product.
He replaced the teapot on the table, taking a swig from his cup in a style more in line with his crude mannerisms. Not my problem.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 8, 2024 15:21:40 GMT 9
Alas, the demand for balls continued to overshot supply. Though to be fair, sticky ones probably didnât make for good toys.
Kazuki snapped his fingers. âOne egg, coming right up!â Just like the breakfasts he spoiled his dog with. (In moderation, of course!)
Dragonite popped out of her ball. <What is it you seek?> She asked gently.
Kazuki pointed to one of the Happiny. âAn omelet. Hurricane.â
Dragonite looked as if ready to cleave him with one of her wings, but sighed. <I suppose all growing children need nutrition,> she mumbled, rising off the ground by flapping her wings as Kazukiâs voice yelled âWhat the fuck does that mean!â from below.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:59:03 GMT 9
But of course, the first thing to waltz past the giant âfuck offâ horse was starlitlover, and immediately the fires of hatred were lit and murderous intent settled where Kazuki had been mostly placated. It did not help when Tuesday tried to goad them further.
Perhaps life didnât entirely hate him, however, because starlitlover quickly picked his poison latched onto Tuesday, and a third partyâa familiar child called Rose Garden arrived, Kazuki reminded of little bugs and being smote by gods. All this ensured the two would be more than distracted enough for Kazuki to slip away.
<Are you sure youâre up for this?> Mudsdale hummed, shattering the rocks with her hooves. She moved at her usual slow pace, but was meticulous with where she kept the rubble, ensuring none of it would get in the way as they dug further down. The tar from her hooves and mane clumped them into manageable lumps.
âIâm fucking peachy.â Kazuki swung a pickaxe down, splitting a rotted femur in half, his fingers white from the force of his grip.
Mudsdale glanced over to the other humans, before shaking her head and continuing to work. <Try to keep the murder to a minimum. This place... it reeks.>
âI donât know if youâve noticed, but weâre wading through ancient dead and raw horror.â
Mudsdale shook her head again. <No. This pit reeks of bloodlust.> She sniffed. <And peppermint.>
Kazuki paused, hitting something. âWell, fuck. Weâll die in a candy cane cave-in. Move over here.â
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:52:48 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822551632990318/200x200_civilian2~png Considering how his con experience was going so far, Atsushi should not be surprised that life continues to find new and exotic ways to clown the shit out of him. His impulsive little quips that werenât meant to be anything are the keys to Pandoraâs Box, and as MarzĂĄn laughs at the sheer absurdity of it all, Atsushi feels the very real urge to smash his brains out on the nearest wall.
He had wanted to have as little connection to this man as possible, only to find out they shared the same fucking ex. There was no end to the blight. God-fucking-damn it, Ada.
He stops cursing the heavens to stare at MarzĂĄn as he explains his side of the story. University sweethearts. âOf course heâd fumble a multibillionaire. And he still went backââ he paused, expression screwing up as everything aligned. âYouâre the other ex he mentioned. Son of aâ!â
And to make matters worse, MarzĂĄn continues, blithely unaware of the consequences of Tuesdayâs existence. And heâs made his employee accustomed to this nonsense. At this rate, Atsushi likely owed her organs.
(Also, âKazâ? What were they, friends?)
âI expected being denser than lead from someone like Ada, but you? On reputation? Fuck, we really are hurtling towards the apocalypse.â Itâs too much. He needs to take a seat before he actually explodes where he stands. He peels his hand from his face, finally giving up his pain strike and throwing himself on an overly-stuffed arm chair, staining it with a dayâs worth of sweat, grime, and malice.
And he sinks, groaning with relief, before he pinches the bridge of his nose to abate the tension headache. He looks his age. Older.
âAlright. First of all: Ada and I donât have some kind ofâdeep history like that.â He waved his hand. âI met him while clubbing a couple of years ago while I was still living here. Wasnât suppose to be anything, but then it went on for a few months until I realized the little shit had a revolving door policy and I bailed for a fight in Brazil.â
It was a sour memory, but not a unique one. There was a conga line of people who wanted Atsushi dead for similar reasons, Ada standing out only by virtue of still having a name, and still having his gifts rotting in Atsushiâs storage.
âIf he came back to you through Ariel, then fuck, do I feel sorry for you.â He snorted. âIâve been lucky enough not to bump into him here, but he did find me in the game, while I was doing one of the tutorial quests.â He flapped his hand. âZombies. Rats. You know.â He squinted at MarzĂĄn. âHe tried to hit on me again. Can you believe it? I donât care if thatâs what youâre into, itâs a landmine.â
âSecond of all: my shithead roommate showed me Tuesdayâs subreddit.â He shrugged, crossed between being bored and exasperated. âIf you think Tuesdayâs your safe place, youâve really got to run your data again. Sheâs basically a walking Vegas billboard with how youâve played her.â
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:48:43 GMT 9
Kazukiâs stare on Tuesday doesnât waver even as The Creedâs interior is obliterated by his ricocheting maid buttons. Many casualties. Not even Arceus will be able to pry the button inside the wall; it will be there as his lasting legacy until the servers burn out. Throughout the chaos, both Asperâs Most Stubborn Bastards maintain the staring contest.
At least until The Goods are busted out.
âNice try, but Iâm never putting that shit on again.â Because if he was going to get the attention of a cat-lover, he was going to do it with his bare fists. Or bare tits. Whichever came first. He takes the small crate, and said crate explodes in a pink puff of smoke into a welcome basket, the type youâd offer to a mother-in-law, or the opening of a cat cafĂŠ.
Mostly the latter, as it becomes quickly evident by the contents. Thereâs a bandana, an umbrella, a tie, a rope, and a FREE DRINK COUPON, and all but the last two are designed with the cat theme in mind. âDid you fish these out of your closet?â Kazuki grimaces, pulling out the least offensive item in the basket. âIs this a ticket to your own damn tea shop?â He squints. âWhy is it spelled like that?â
Alas, this early on, Kazuki does not seem aware of the boon given, though his fate is now sealed in cat print.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:45:55 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/3QvTOA~png Atsushiâs eyes widened at the instant answer. And it was right, and it was sobering to be reminded that heâs been out of commission since January.
And that Tarou had followed closely enough to hold that number by heart. While Atsushi was proud of his achievements, he was not so delusional to think people would be jumping at the sight of him after a year of radio silence.
So much for Kumagai, huh, he thought, as Tarou thanked him again forâfuck, existing, he supposed. He ran his hand through his hair, wetting the roots, trying to school his expression as the weight of Tarouâs words melded with knowledge heâs not meant to have. Heâs met countless fans and none of them have said this. Clobbering a man for a roaring crowd should not be what saves someone, and yet.
âI fight for peopleâs entertainment. Itâs not exactly a noble cause.â Atsushi frowned. âIf you got out of something terrible from watching my fights, then itâs because you already wanted to get out, and you did. Give credit where itâs due.â
He sighed, letting himself melt against the corner of the pool now that he was certain Tarou wouldnât flee.
âIf youâre that much of a fan⌠then answer me something.â With his cheek resting against his knuckles, arm still propped over the side of the pool, he regarded the man with a smile that was almost challenging. âDo you think Iâm getting back in?â
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:43:38 GMT 9
âIs that a challenge?â Kazuki huffed. âGet on my back.â
Kazuki was strong, far stronger than average thanks to his line of work and love of fighting. Even lifting a man of his size and bulk was easy enough, but lifting with that man in full-sized armor and while scaling a building? Motherfucker had bitten off more than he could chew.
âIâm going to eat these sons of bitches, I swear to the gods,â Kazuki hissed, maneuvering just in time to evade the tendrils of a massive jellyfish, one arm clutching the brick while the other curled protectively around Verai. âGoing to make the worldâs biggest mizu shingen mochi out of their heads. Chuka kurage out of their tentacles. All the fucking chili sauce!â The manâs breastplate was chewing into Kazukiâs back, but he was already committed to the bit and would not allow him to switch out. So he climbed, like turtle Sisyphus up the Stakataka hill, constantly threatened by jellyfish harpies and self-destructive hubris.
At the top of the building, Kazuki went splat. He groaned, nudging Verai off his back. âNext time we do that, youâre strippingâand thatâs the only âbutâ Iâll take from you, understand?!â Fresh red lines disrupted the intricate designs of his back tattoos as he got up to stretch, only to stop.
âHoly shit.â
It was incredible. In the distance, at the far, far front of the parade, a massive structure like a shattered moon. Its light bathed the parade of creatures until they shone gold at its feet, and its backdropâa dark sky of falling stars. He never thought something so beautiful could exist in the cradle of corruption, and yet here it was.
And he was the only one who could enjoy it.
âVer, give me your hand,â Kazuki said urgently.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:26:12 GMT 9
His words had the intended effect. Adarsa snapped back, easy as a carp on the end of a line, floundering, spilling bullshit that Atsushi knew better than to entertain.
It was even funnier when he finally tried to retaliate, little poet hands pushing against Atsushiâs chest. It had about the same effect as blowing air.
Actually, the latter wouldâve been more pleasant. Something about Adarsa touching him crawled under his skin. Atsushi moved to pry him off, but the man only grabbed him, shoving his head on his chest as he heaved angry tears in a gesture so hauntingly and infuriatingly familiar; a crybaby seeking comfort in the worst places.
Atsushi paused. There was still a scrunch to his brow, his hand in the air, hovering over Adaâs head, a second thoughtâ
âI- I just- why are you both here and so- so angry?- I-â
âonly for his fingers to latch onto the back of Adarsaâs collar, Atsushiâs disgust renewed and burning brighter than ever.
âBoth? Are you saying youâve got another one running around in thisââ he laughed, head thrown back ââno, what am I saying? Of course you would!â
He yanked him off, tossed him without a care if heâd stumble or roll into a hay stack and never be found. âI offered your shit back as a kindness. Because theyâre expensive shit, mind youâbut if youâd rather have them rot in storage, then so be it. I couldnât care less.â
âThe quest is over. Weâre done here.â In more ways than one. Atsushi glared down at him. âDo not fucking talk to me again.â
And he turned, walking off to leave town and track down someone more worth his while.
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Post by Kazuki on Feb 7, 2024 9:23:48 GMT 9
Despite concentrating on the task of crushing his opponent like a walnut, Kazuki laughed at the verbal jabs, Kintsugiâs crown cutting him as his chest stuttered. âCould say the same thing to you,â he hissed, flexing to shatter the beastâs armor faster.
He built his own prison then, as a bright light shimmered from the hodgepodge shell and chained him in place. Kazuki cursed, struggling on instinct, but the IMPRISON kept his arms fastened to his chest. Kintsugi simply waltzed out of his grip, but itâs not until he heard what it had to say that he stopped trying to gnaw through psychic energy like a feral animal.
âHave they ever told you that youâre full of yourself?â Kazuki chuckled, dripping venom. âTalking about how I should be honored and worthy when I never fucking asked anything from the brat.â His tongue flicked over his teeth like a flint. âYouâll give them a heart attack putting them on a pedestal that high.â
The sound of Waffleâs voice was cut as heâs plucked off the Pride Rock and held like a childâs beloved stuffed toy. <OofâKintsugi has escaped the hugâbut now Iâm in one!> An ambush from behind, how dastardly! <I will not be defeated! Take this!> At last, it was time to get his revenge. Waffle revved the motors to full power, purring up a storm. <Whoa! Pawzuki can breathe fire?!>
The FLAMETHROWER seared the inner lining of Kazukiâs throat, unbelievable heat in his mouth as he blasted flame at Kintsugi.
{Kazuki} - say a one-liner as you attack - engage in distracting banter
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