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that was heckin fun, I do like her voice, 8/10

He wasn't expecting what they walked into... but Trevor found himself with the others in a classroom full of rambunctious children. Even the teacher looked to them to help with the chaos. He was trying to figure out how to do so, prepping to potentially start casting some magic to get their attention... except Melissa took the lead on it. It shocked Trevor to say the least on that... she seemed the most quiet of the group that it didn't cross his mind that she would be like this with the children. It began to even impress him in the long run, another hidden talent among his team members. “With me today, I have a my fellow Team Manna member, Trevor Masters, apprentice to Balthazar Blake, Sorcerer of the 777th degree,” That sounded like his cue to him. "Miss Ashford was kind enough to introduce me, but I'll happily reintroduce myself." Trevor smiled, tipping his hat slightly before flipping it off ans bowing. "I am Trevor Masters of Team Manna, apprentice to Balthazae Blake, sorcerer of the 777th degree. And what does that mean? Well..." He flipped his hat upside down and shook it for a moment, before flipping it again and suddenly having a small series of confetti popping out from it and swirling in a small fashion around. "Let's just say... I'm full of magic!" Some of the kids start to point, "look, magic!" but some of the other seem to not think its a big deal, some of them going so far and saying that anyone could do that much magic. "Anyone can do magic, is that what I'm hearing?" Trevor asked, snapping his fingers as the confetti went right back into his hat, like nothing ever happened. He pointed in the direction of where those murmurs were coming from. "You... are actually right, somewhat. Magic is possible for many, but you need a good mentor and teacher to guide you." "Ew, studying." one kid calls out and some of them begin to chant, "no studying, no studying" Trevor was mentally facepalming at hearing this. He wondered if this was what Balthazar had to go through with him... he honestly hoped not. "Now hang on, haaaaaaaang on!" Trevor said, holding up his hands giving a chuckle. "I did say you'd need to have a good mentor to guide you, but that's only half of it. The other thing... and it's a big thing... you need heart. Magic can come from the heart..." He held his hands in front of him, showing there was nothing there. "That's a strong kind of magic... and you can do wonders with it." Soon his blue gemmed ring began to glow, as he threw his hands above his head and had a Blizzard spell turn to a small kind of light snow.

I made the new Hyperdimension neptunia goddesses + Plutia into an archetype for a rush duel story i'm working on.i might make some new goddesses for it.Hope everyone looks forward to more cards.

Kinda a bop, 6.5/10 skill issue though

By the time Bridget was out of the lighthouse of doom, she wasn't even interested in telling the locals there was no ghost haunting the place aside from that one brat's Haunter. All she wanted to do in that moment was head to the nearest Pokémon Center, get some looks that she didn't like due to the state her unruly Shellos had left her in, and rinse herself off. Fortunately, she was the type of person who could take a full shower in just a couple of minutes, By the time she was washed up, re-clothed, and finding herself reunited with Annaliese and Jacklyn, it was only shortly after Quinn had also rejoined the group. What a crazy random happenstance! And it sounded like the team was making some new not-friends. “My name is Quinn. I suppose, for lack of a better word, you could call me a ghost if you wanted to.” "And I'm Bridget. Don't really have the energy to go 'round making enemies right now, so let's just leave it at an ambivalent relationship, yeah?" By the sound of it, Jacklyn was itching to get into a battle. Bridget, for one, was content to take a step back and watch how it unfolded. It would be a good chance to see one of her new adventuring buddies in action, at the very least.

"Huh?!" The girl's disbelief was exaggerated by her face as Chad had made his comment to her. "Me, Cherry and Rus are in total perfect sync with each other! We could properly battle on land, underwater, even on like a uh...hang glider or something, that's how properly I know how to battle with them!" As Anneliese had made her comment to Quinn, who was now here as well, Jacklyn's "we're not friends!" was in unison with Chad's own. Jacklyn wasn't exactly sure what Quinn was talking about with their "oath," but her curiosity was piqued all the same. With excitement in her eyes the girl said, "you and Bridget have to tell me what kind of sworn enemy you made later on." She herself had no such thing yet but it certainly sounded amazing and she was feeling inspired by Quinn's go getter spirit to have such an important figure in her adventuring career already. The girl then rushed over and put her hand on Quinn's head before pointing at Chad. "See, we've even got a ghost too!" Jacklyn did not know what point she was trying to make or what comparison there was to be had, but her enthusiasm and one-up-man-ship had little care for such trivialities. "Anyway, if you're so confident you're such a better battler and your pokemon are so much better than why don't we settle it?"

Lana nearly lost her balance as her axe swung against the wide open air, hopping one - two times before managing to steady herself. One both of her feet were firmly planted on the ground again she looked around wildly to see the traces of shadow vanishing around them. The giant shadow monster was dead. The smaller shadows, similarly, were also gone. The outcome was clear to her. Her eyes widened and her expression brightened for a brief moment before it drooped into simple relief, letting out a long and drawn out sigh. "If I never see another skeleton or shadow or ghost again - " The girl paused her speech and looked around, afraid of anything that might've heard her before she mumbled, "well, a ghost might be fine." She cleared her throat. "But I've had it with all of these cultists and walking corpses. Let's get out of here." The girl walked over to the treasure pile and it was clear that her enthusiasm had been reignited, whatever fatigue that had plagued her moments prior being pushed to the side, as she saw the piles of gold and trinkets in front of her. Ziun took first look at the treasure, Lana restrained herself from bowling him over in order to get at it herself, and spoke about how to divvy everything up. The girl took one of the rings, staring curiously at it, and shoveled away the gold and potion into her bag as Ziun began to speak about something that sounded pretty important. Lana's eyes went wide when she learned that Ziun had actually been a member of the Apati family. Her thoughts paused as she tried to process this only realizing the next part of the statement didn't make any sense. Why did he meet himself? She also thought it was weird that he was now speaking in the third person. Her confusion only grew as she was told that his own family tried to make a deal with him to sabotage his own chances at getting to the end of the dungeon. Wouldn't the Apati want one of their own to get to the end first? Actually the whole thing kind of pissed her off. Not least of all because that meant the Apati family wanted her dead. As Ziun finished his speech about this something didn't make sense to her again, though she was distracted enough by her anger and the conversation turning towards Chris that she didn't think much more about it. As it turned out he was getting into trouble with the Kalo family as well. And while Chris seemed evasive about his answering he did spill the beans about his own upbringing. As it turned out he was also a noble, though disgraced now, which made the quickly golden light that Chris glittered with in her eyes dim to nothing. "So, you've always been a scoundrel, huh?" She then added, "well, it's not like I really care with what you get up to outside of the dungeon as long as it doesn't bring me trouble..." Though this whole situation Ziun described sounded vaguely familiar to her. "Actually never mind, I'm very curious. But I'm in a good enough mood to not pry. But if you want to make trouble with a noble house I wouldn't mind if you fussed with the Apati's." She looked to Ziun, "even if that would make your life harder with your folks and all." She looked back to Chris, "though you should probably make less trouble for your own. Well, it's all in the past now anyway, so uh...um..." The girl felt like she was obliged to say something but for the life of her could not figure out an appropriate way to cap this conversation. "Well, uh, thanks for telling us all about that. As long as you don't poison my food we'll be on good terms, and I'll keep being someone you can rely on here. For both of you." The girl paused as she had as well realized it was secret sharing time. She, however, had none. "I'm not a noble, just so you guys know."

Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly. -James 3:1 (NIV)Melissa took note that Constable’s note for the school was that of tragedy, that the children they were visiting were orphans because of the extradimensional attacks plaguing Prana, leaving out whether it was also a consequence of the battles that Mauvache’s guardians were waging against them or if that statistic was on the decline. She supposed that all conflicts beget casualties, and that it was her job to minimize them, but Melissa couldn’t help but feel a little responsible. Of course, though this was technically Constable’s information, it was still fed to Melissa and Trevor through the medium of Hana’s translation, which, in Melissa’s brief impression, was unreliable, even if Constable never seemed to try and correct her, so though it was another factor to consider when approaching the schoolchildren, Melissa tried not to get too stressed about it. At least, not more than she already was for this particular assignment. That said, her stress proved a perfectly reasonable reaction to the scene unfolding as the four guardians entered the classroom. Children of all different ages had been already overruling any semblance of order, and now that new and exciting people had entered the arena, including one canine (Melissa wondered how Constable might react to being called “fluffy” - well, she didn’t have to wonder any more -- it was already happening), the classroom was anarchic. There was some sort of authority, but he was trapped behind his desk in the front corner of the room. It was a scene Melissa was all too familiar with. Her familiarity did, at least, give her some ideas for solutions, at least. Melissa stepped forward, positioning herself as as much of the center of attention as she could handle, braced herself, and clapped a simple pattern. Clap. Clap. Clap-Clap-Clap. The children did not respond in kind, which was surprising to Melissa, though, now that she thought about it, why would she expect something like that to transcend universes? Duel Monsters had to be the exception, not the rule. Worse, now she felt silly for even trying. Some kids were clapping, but it was more of an applause for want of something to applaud rather than understanding what she had been going for. No, she would have to explain herself first. It was easier said than done, but, swallowing down a lump that was forming at the back of her throat, Melissa picked out a single child near the front of the horde, who couldn’t be older than seven or eight, and approached them directly. “This is a game I like to play sometimes,” Melissa said. Other kids around her focus were competing for her attention, but Melissa stayed firm. “When you hear a grown-up clap a pattern, you repeat back the pattern you just heard. And then -- and this is the important part -- you listen, because who knows? They might clap again, and you don’t want to miss out, right? Does that make sense?” Melissa was sure that the child’s vigorous nodding was more that they had received special instructions from the school’s guests of honor, but the other kids around them were already giggling with each other with their hands out, so she returned to the front of the room and extended her arms out in front of her. Clap. Clap. Clap-Clap-Clap. Her focus kid, and maybe a few others, responded. Melissa tried again. Clap. Clap-Clap-Clap. Clap. Clap-Clap. Even more kids were noticing now, and it wasn’t like it was hard to figure out the rules of the game. Clap. Clap-Clap. Clap-Clap Cla-Clap Clap-Clap. And, for the finale, three simple beats: Clap. Clap. Clap. Just like that, Melissa had the room’s attention. “Good morning,” Melissa said. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with it besides introduce herself, though. “My name is Melissa Ashforth.” It occurred to her that she hardly qualified as a “grown up,” but she also remembered some summer camp counselors that she’d had that, when a camper asked how old they were, could only respond, “Old enough to be your counselor.” She was old enough to be here, with whatever responsibility entrusted upon her, and maybe that was enough. “With me today, I have a my fellow Team Manna member, Trevor Masters, apprentice to Balthazar Blake, Sorcerer of the 777th degree,” -- she hoped she suppressed the sing-song intonation that might betray how ingrained that particular introduction was -- “as well as Constable and Hana from… excuse me, Constable and Hana who I will let introduce themselves in more detail. It is nice to meet you all.”

Brian’s plan to intimidate Carmen off his back really ought to have worked, and yet, Carmen came flying at him, crashing into his side and sending them both tumbling to the floor. “Stop telling me to leave!” she squealed. It did not take too much effort, though, to shove her back off of him. “You’re the one who wanted to leave!” Brian said, pulling himself up. Not that that deterred the already delirious Carmen any. “You’re the one who didn’t even want to enter the fucking- oof!” Carmen leapt onto him again, wrapping her arms around his torso and doing what could only be described as “her best” at lifting and slamming his back against the hard basement floor. There was a crunch, and even with all the adrenaline, Brian felt a sharp pain in his side, and he cried out. The sensation quickly turned to warm and wet, but with that also came a sense of clarity. Brian suddenly understood everything that was happening to him and why. Carmen, despite all the noise, was inconsolable. She managed a good three more beatings with closed fists before Brian said, “Enough- Enough!” and only with another shove did Brian finally manage to get Carmen off of him for long enough to fully evaluate things. Brian looked down at his shirt and saw plenty of blood already staining his shirt and pants, right where he’d tucked that cursed mirror. He looked at Carmen, who was still tense, but she seemed at least willing to see what he was going to do next. Both of them were panting heavily. “Fuck,” Brian said, almost out of habit. He took off his shirt, and his suspicions turned out to be correct. The mirror was broken, and shards of it were now cutting into his skin. The good news was that he probably wasn’t going to die, but unless Shiki was secretly a miracle surgeon on top of everything else secret about them, it was definitely going to leave some gnarly scars. Brian spent a moment wrapping his hand with his shirt, and gingerly pulled the mirror out of his pants. “Seal this,” he said, wrapping the mirror too and tossing the mirror/shirt combination Carmen’s way. “Careful, though, don’t touch.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “And thanks.” Carmen hesitated. “The real Brian wouldn’t thank me for anything,” she said. Brian rolled his eyes. “Oh my god. You’re already a pervert for watching me take my shirt off -- and now you ask more from me? Do I have to recite your Taco Bell order from memory to prove myself or something?”

6/10, ngl this one was a bit boring, there were some nice bits in it though

6.5/10, had pretty fun time, also I see you

its fine, but didn't really get too into it, 6/10

well didn't expect that 7/10, solid, reminded me of...something I can't quite put finger on

The “getting the hell away” plan wasn’t turning out so great. Three shadows -- plus whatever the giant monster was doing -- was a lot to keep track of, and the former was only getting faster. As the monsters lunged at him, he spun around, swinging his sword in a wide arc with his arm outstretched, but it didn’t do anywhere near enough to deter the attack. Chris fell onto his back. Despite the futility, he still scrabbled and kicked wherever he could, wrenching his ankles away from the shadow’s grasping hands, but it only took a brush against their fingers for the next kick to get harder and harder to execute. Just when Chris had accepted that his strength was about to give out, it was over. Chris didn’t see the final blow, but the nightwalker groaned and collapsed for the final time. The ground shook, and all the other monsters collapsed into dust in the aftershock. Chris didn’t get up, though. Not right away, at least. If the dungeon didn’t compel him to get a move on, he might have stayed lying in the dirt a little while longer still. At the very least, if he hadn’t lost count in all the fighting, they were liable to get some treasure soon. Maybe that was motivation enough. Still, the compulsion to move didn’t exactly give his strength back, so it was slow going for a moment there until momentum -- the sheer act of moving -- kept Chris moving forward. The treasure was pretty cool, though. There were gold and potions and rings to go around. The ring Chris ended up with wasn’t as fancy as Lana’s, but it had some nice carvings on it, and some impressions in the middle of those carvings that looked like they might be able to hold something. It felt magical, anyway, even if he was too mundane to figure out what any of it meant. Which left only one enigma to deal with. Ziun was the first to say something about it. “What did you do, Chris?” he asked. Chris took a breath, weighing up options in his mind. “I mean, you know what I do for money outside of the dungeon, right?” he said. “Or, what I did do before we started doing daily runs?” But he knew this wasn’t a satisfying answer. The past tense part was also untrue -- he’d done that Fereis family job and alienated Estellise from the group well into their time together. But he had done all of that because of, well, because of the other reason. “I guess that that’s not a satisfying answer,” Chris said. “But my actual answer as to why the Kalo family specifically are mad at me is even less satisfying, because I promised not to say.” “To keep my trust in you,” Ziun had said. Well, if he was so willing to trust, hopefully he and Lana could do without. But that didn’t mean Chris didn’t feel bad about it, and so scrambled to find some sort of compromise. “I’ll give you this, though. It won’t satiate your curiosity, but as a measure of respect:” And so Chris told Lana and Ziun about his childhood, about his various escapades -- embarrassing though they were to look back on now -- and, finally, why he wasn’t still a part of that noble house, far away from any of this. “I don’t tell people, well, mostly for my family’s sake. I think I let my last name slip out a few floors up, though, and I think my friends, the people who’ve stuck with me for so long, deserve to know more, even if I can’t share everything about me just yet.”