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1) Ico 2) Star Wars: Battlefront II (2005) 3) Persona 4

Andante seemed incredibly satisfied with herself as the Onix eventually fell in battle. Of course, the Litleo's embers likely hadn't done that much to help the effort along but Milla was never going to tell her otherwise. That said, the first ember strike actually seemed to be doing lingering damage. A burn as Nathan had referred to it. Trainer and pokemon were elated at the victory however it happened and were grateful for Cassius and Nathan's joint praise of their efforts. The little Litleo had her chest puffed some, as if feeling like she could take on anything. There were certainly plenty more wild pokemon in the area for her to battle but it the moment they showed themselves it was back to her usual trembling. Milla understood the strategy at this point and at Nathan's recommendation she sent out Rondo to cover for Andante. Working in tandem, the pair of pokemon battled through several wild encounters and sustained minimal damage. Rondo in particular made sure to cover for the Litleo where he could which resulted in Milla using some of her potions on her partner to help him keep going. Andante seemed to learn quickly and was soon holding her own against the wild encounters. Rondo's claws meanwhile looked sharper than ever. It was at this point that Milla had the brilliant idea to send out Sonata, her Feebas. The fish could do little but flop about the sand and use splash while the other two fought. But Milla could see in Sonata's eyes a real desire to fight. She knew eventually her partner would manage it. Everyone had to start somewhere and Milla was so inexperienced she may as well have been just splashing to this point too. Eventually it seemed to be getting darker, signalling to the group that natural light must have been entering the place from somewhere. Regardless, everyone was tired and it seemed like a good time to head back. Milla recalled her pokemon back to their balls, happier than ever at the work they'd put in. ----- "Ummm... if you're comfortable." Milla started, a bit uncertain how to respond to Nomi. The girl had plopped down on the first bench they came across. It made sense why she so often rode her Rhyhorn if she got this tired just from walking. "Well, Nomi, you just stay there. If I find us a place to stay I'll come get you." she ultimately decided. "Thank you so much for everything today Nathan. I had no idea training pokemon could be that exciting." the girl expressed with a somewhat nervous laugh. "I want to have a look around the shops before heading to the Pokemon Center so don't wait up for me." Milla added with a smile before taking off. Now here she was, back in the bazaar, but this time the stock of the various stores filled her with wonder. The heaviness from before was gone after a day of enjoying herself with her friends. The first order of business was potions. She was running low at this point after catching Andante and training her whole team. With three new ones procured from one of the salesmen she took to looking around. Of particular interest were the various TMs for sale. The idea of her pokemon learning new moves was exciting, Rondo in particular. Andante had picked up some new tricks from her training where the Sneasel had not. He had put in so much work it only felt fair to give him something special. Ever eager for business, the owner of the stand inquired of Milla which pokemon they had so they could recommend the correct TMs. Just as she was about to do so, something else caught her ear. The shout of fossils. With curious wonder Milla wandered off without a TM purchase to the table of an eccentric woman. She had on her a backpack that seemed near full to bursting. All the while she shouted about fossils for sale. Just the idea of holding the remnants of now extinct pokemon set Milla's imagination on fire as she inquired as to what the woman had. She was happy to show off her wares, a truly stunning array of different remnants. One in particular reminded the girl somewhat of Rondo's feather on his head. It was a Sail Fossil she was particularly curious about. The saleswoman knew interest when she saw it and so offered to Milla deal of two thousand poke for the fossil as no one else had bought one today. Milla lit up at first, thinking that would be a simple price to pay, only to realize that she'd only had exactly two thousand poke on her coming into the city. With the potions she'd purchased she no longer had the means to pay for even this special deal. It was immensely awkward for the girl for a moment until the woman laughed it off saying it couldn't be helped. With a nervous laugh of her own, Milla eventually left on her way to the pokemon center. Once inside, Milla left her pokemon with the nurse at the counter to ensure they would be at top shape the morning following. The nurse enquired if she would be needing a place to stay as it was getting late to which the girl replied that she and her teammates were in need of a place. With a room secured, Milla was off on her way to retrieve Nomi, assuming she could get the girl to stand again.

G'day, ya blokes. Name's Saxton Hale. Australian, CEO of Mann Co., and leader of the Saxtonettes Girl Scout troupe. You may remember that a while back Gray Mann took over my company with an army of robots. Well, fortunately I got my company back and the mercs got their jobs back. Unfortunately, Gray Mann's smartest robot, the Mecha Engineer, has came back and is out for revenge on us for putting Gray Gravel out of business. Now recharged, revamped, and even more blood hungry than ever, those bloody robots are back for another Mann versus Machine all out war. You may be asking where my mercs are. Well, they're dead. That's right. The robots finally managed to kill my prized mercenaries. Since I can't be at all my factories at once, I'm going to need a new crew to help me out. That's where you lot come in. I'm in need of a new crew of psychopaths to defend my hat factories from the new horde of killer robots until he can find Mecha Engineer and put it on the scrapheap for good. I would do it myself, but I have other obligations. Mainly teaching my girls how to set bears on fire. As for your payment, I ain't payin' ya, but fear not. Don't ask me how, but the robots are somehow powered by money. You make the kill, you get the spill. Now get out there and start protecting my company! ----- This RP will take place in the wacky world of Team Fortress in the 80s. Just as the intro says, you're a new team of mercenaries contracted to replace the old team who've met their match. One day you'll be defending a hat factory, the next you could be taking the fight to the newly revamped robots. They're still robots of the original crew, but now they move faster, punch harder, and take more punches to destroy. In addition, the robot leaches are back and they are thirsty for that Australium in your blood. This RP will focus on the defense aspect to start with, but as time goes on, I'm hoping to start an offensive against Mecha Engineer, who will be taking up residence in the old robot carrier. Despite the sillier tone I would like this RP to have, this will still be an advanced RP. https://discord.gg/27YZ8tz Apps Deadline for apps: 04/24/2020 at 3 pm EST

I hate you. But I love digimon. Sign me up.

Most of my puns happen in the moment. Sure, that means they're very surface level, but most puns are anyway, so that's never been too big a deal for me. And I like to think I've gotten pretty good at spotting opportunities, too, so it's not like I have any huge regrets about missing any. That doesn't mean that I haven't tried to get people to fall into traps ever. The first time I saw one of these Pearls Before Swine strips I wanted to walk someone down that same narrative path. It failed. Most recently I've been wanting to tell "the horse joke," a long-winded story about the highs and lows of rock-and-roll fame that ends, like all horse jokes do, with "a horse walks into a bar. the bartender says, 'why the long face?'" but I've never found the time to tell it yet.

Third time's the charm and what not. So, sure I'll dive in.

second birthday status: the one with a plug (and more plugs in the comments) I decided to post an Interest Check for an RP I'd like to run! You can check it out here:

A tf2 rp? Ok, that has my interest just from the concept alone xD

Reinaan hadn't known what to assume really upon asking his question about the rooms. But it seemed odd to him that Ryia would ask him specifically to room with her. The Draken seemed a bit caught off guard as he certainly was but he quickly recovered and agreed, seeing no issue with it. That left Damien to Lindow. It seemed the Earth Chosen wasn't quite so comfortable around the swordsman from the desert as the boy might have thought. In that case, he was all the more happy to be sharing the room with her. She was a really talented fighter and she needed to be at her best. A night worrying about her roommate didn't sound conducive to good sleep. So as the group split up to their separate rooms, the Draken boy and Human girl took to what was to be their shared room. Inside were two modest beds, and the promised water to clean up. Neither spoke for a moment as Reinaan didn't want to start cleaning himself up if Ryia wanted to first. But as she hesitated for a while he eventually walked over to the water and soaked a cloth in it to begin washing his ever-exposed body. Ryia looked away almost as soon as he started, not that Reinaan could understand why. "How you holding up after all that?" the Fire chosen eventually asked to try and break the ice in the room as he started washing one of his arms. "Oh, um. Fine, I suppose." Ryia started. "My body's fine and well, um, I guess I'm getting to used to fighting things uh, bigger and strong than me..." Pausing a bit, she asked, "and uh, you?" "Physically, I could go another round with the bird right now if I had to. But telling that woman about her...." he trailed off. "But you know I've been impressed with how you fight since we met. From most human towns I've been to, doesn't seem like something most women are encouraged to do." he continued on a happier note. He'd long meant to hand this particular comment on to the girl since their first interaction in the mage tower battle. And he was admittedly curious why it was not all humans valued combat ability. The girl frowned at his first comment, but was surprised by his second one. "O-oh, well, um, thank you. And um, I suppose so, yeah. I didn't always know how to fight and being a girl and being from well, uh - it was hard for me to get someone to train me. But um," the girl tapped her fingers together with a small smile on her face saying. "if you think I'm doing well, then it had to be worth it. Are um, all Draken expected to fight?" "I dunno about others, but in my village we need everyone who can help. Blagos is full of things like that bird. Only the Elders stay behind with the youngest children, but even then they've put in a good few hundred years of hunting." Reinaan said, sounding a lot happier to be talking about home. He took the next moment to wash his face while his companion responded. "That sounds...harrowing...Back in Haven we don't have to deal with monsters that big..." Seeming to think that she was speaking negatively, Ryia back pedaled a bit saying, "oh but um, if you can hunt things like that for a um, few hundred years and the like you must all be uh, really good at it." She wasn't wrong and the idea got a good laugh out of Reinaan thinking of the fiercest competitors among the hunting parties back home. "It's all in the cooperation really." the boy started. It took teams of Draken to keep each other safe. It was never something to be done alone. "It's why I can feel comfortable with people like you and Lindow around." he added while finishing up cleaning his legs. "On that note..." Reinaan said while straining a bit. "I must still be a bit stiff from the fights. I hate to ask but could you help me get the base of my tail? I just can't seem to reach it." he said trying to get a wet cloth back to the region in question and failing. "Eh?" The girl looked over to Reinaan surprised, only to then start looking everywhere else. Clearly uncomfortable by the request but someone who found refusing hard to do, the girl said, "uhhh, al-alright." Walking over to him, the girl took the cloth and then awkwardly and slowly started to clean off his tail. "Is um, this...alright?" "Yeah that's great!" the boy repiled with a wide smile on his face. "You're a real life saver. Well, not literally this time. But I gotta look my best for this whole saving the world thing and dirt would make reapplying that polish harder." he continues. After a moment of guiding her where all he couldn't reach around his tail, he had her stop and thanked her for her service. The thought of giving anyone other than a fellow Draken his back this long had been unthinkable before this journey. It felt reassuring to be able to trust Ryia with something intimate like this. Looking himself over he seemed satisfied. "That's better. It's all yours. Lemme know if you need help with your back or something." he said innocently while stepping back towards his bed. These sorts of things had to be mutual. It wouldn't be right to ask for help and not offer it in return. Putting up her hands and waving dismissively the girl said, "ah, n-no, no. I'm fine, really..." The girl then muttered under her breath saying, "I'll uh...just wait until tomorrow." More loudly, the girl then began to move over to her own bed, seemingly more exhausted, saying, "just happy to help...and all." Reinaan looked quizzically at her before sitting down. "You sure? Not every day you get to clean off. Bet your clothes and armor could do with a rinse too. But there is always tomorrow, guess you're right." he said, not wanting to draw the point out, especially if she was tired. "Y-yup. Always tomorrow. And I'm uh, feeling tired now too. And I wouldn't want to fall asleep or anything, while washing up..." The girl's voice trailed off as she said this, only for a concerned expression to cross her face as she thought about it more. Shaking her head she said, "but uh, yeah. I think I'll go to bed now." Reinaan had no objections or further points to discuss. He just sat and thought for a moment. For a moment it felt like the awkwardness that had always been between them subsided as they spoke of their homes. But then it had returned after asking a favor. Had he moved too quickly? Humans would ever prove difficult to understand he felt. With a deep breath of fish smell and a comfortably full stomach, the boy turned to lay down properly on his own bed and wait for sleep's embrace. It wasn't long before a very soft snore bordering on a growl settled in as the boy lost consciousness. ----- It was a new day at the Floppy Fish. Yet Reinaan had not yet risen to greet it. Even as Keres and the others began to stir, sleep still kept a powerful hold on the boy. A small price to pay for filling up for the next few days. Depending on when she woke up Ryia would find herself with ample time to do whatever in the room without conscious eyes on her as the Draken continued dreaming. He had shifted in the night and was currently on his stomach, his face pointed towards the wall. His tail was lying flat on the bed as well, putting all of his black scales on display except for what was showing of his neck. The Fire Chosen's dreams continued. Dreams of home and fish. A lot of fish. HIs entire village, entirely full of fish. It was strange but nobody seemed to be complaining.

-Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3 -Shadow of the Colossus -Psychonauts

This is hilarious and I'm noting interest. W.I.P. Subject to change based on host's requirements. "Boom. No more childhood." Real Name: Eric Claude Class Name: Demolition Expert Nationality: American, Caucasian (because of course he is) Age: 56 Gender: Male Appearance: Five feet, nine inches tall. Bald. Tattoos. Three gold teeth. Slender. Personality: He's out of his mind and he wants in yours. He'll use varying levels of potent explosions to get into that head of yours if it means getting the answers he wants. Don't say anything that isn't related to a conspiracy theory or he won't believe you. Convoluted? No. Complicated? Yes. Bio: His history consists of drab experiments that simply didn't take. The "man" put him under and tried to turn him into a super soldier. Something said to be viable for the upcoming wars with "communists" and "enemies of the state". What they got was a misfit who liked to sling his dick around and see what exploded first: him or them. He just so happened to quickly take to the science of things that could combust, and he knows more than he should. Too much in fact. He's vulgar, rude, boorish, and a true American. Primary Weapon: Sticky Remote Bomb Launcher (for tactical reasons) Secondary Weapon: Rocket Launcher (to get the goddamn point across) Melee: Machete (for cuttin' shit) Class Specific Items: C4 pack. B.A.S.E. Jumper.

Dark Cloud Soul Calibur 3 Ape Escape 3

Devil May Cry 3 Kingdom Hearts 2 Final Fantasy X

It was at times like these, surrounded by the wounded, that Catriona wished for a vulnerary. While not--spirits forbid it--a practitioner of the holy arts of Pontus, she knew more of healing than most soldiers, having spent a great deal of her initial time in the Garou as a medic. While she had taken up such duties with a stoic mindset, it had been made clear to her later on that with her abilities, she should have been put to use on the battlefield as soon as possible. That she had not was most likely attributed to her unusual status. The Garou was unique among the military in that it prized merit above one's birth. While the Kingsguard was mostly comprised of nobility, and other divisions would separate the commoners from the nobles, the Garou was one of the few places where a baseborn man could command a noble and not be hanged for it. Thus, it was viewed with a mixture of skepticism and admiration. But even the Garou had had issues with sending an untried crown princess to the frontlines. Thus, her experience in the medical field. And her own annoyances at being unprepared. She had used up her stock of vulneraries during the fight against the Awakened and had not been able to restock. This was not only a blunder as a commander but a shameful failure as a medic. Didn't she know that medical supplies were commonly used up before their expected time? Hadn't it been drilled in her head to keep a steady supply of cloth, ointments, and vulneraries? She had grown complacent after Ciela had joined the group, but with the troubadour out cold, it was apparent just how much they had relied on her, and how helpless they were without her. She had asked Abdul to help Citron, but the man had ignored her, distracted by Edrick's collapse. Which made sense, as the lancer was in far more need of aid than the wyvern rider, but still, Citron would be in pain until the swelling went down. Though likely, that root she was chewing on would help. Currently, the fruit merchant was glancing around with a lost expression. The girl had thanked her earlier, to which Catriona had given little more than a nod. It was common to get words of appreciation from those she helped, and while she did derive some feelings of satisfaction from it, in the end, it was nothing more than a job. Though, it had helped to engender herself more to the Garou in the beginning. Many of the soldiers had gotten friendlier with her after that--inviting her out to drink and such. Oddly enough, there were a couple of them who had become even more distant than before, blushing, refusing to meet her eye, and tripping over their words whenever they were forced to speak to her. They would still frequently approach her, most likely aware they needed to put forth a token effort for the sake of politeness, but Catriona was not one to make others suffer unduly, and so, for their sake, she had made excuses to end those conversations as soon as possible. Though for some reason, when she had mentioned these experiences to Anaïs as part of a conversation involving her lack of social forays, the girl had shot her a troubled look. "That..." she had muttered. Link and Rohns had also been nearby, though their reactions had been decidedly more amused until Anaïs had quieted the two of them with a glare. It was kind of her, but Catriona was well aware of her difficulties in befriending others. And to an outsider, such troubles might very well be seen as cause for hilarity. It was while taking a stroll through her mind down what could be referred to as "memory lane," that Catriona spotted an unusual occurrence--a human head sticking up from the ground. Indeed, what could be the cause of that? she wondered. Human heads don't just appear out of nowhere, and I do not recognize this head, though I suppose I should be glad of that. And then the head turned into a head and a neck; and then a head, a neck, and a torso; and then she realized that they were not just body parts, but a living person...and that said person was exiting out of the square-shaped hole in the ground where the statue once stood over, and from whence they had first entered this building themselves. In which case, she thought, I must needs be wary of this person who is also aware of the secret entrance and came here through it. Despite her suspicious method of arrival, the woman herself did not seem that suspicious. Dressed in a homespun gown with a short over-tunic and a respectable veil covering brown hair in a long braid, she seemed every inch a normal peasant woman, though a fair bit older than Cora or Acantha. She glanced around the room, eyes settling on Peaches with some surprise before moving on, and then freezing in place as she saw Alois. And then she charged forward, sandaled feet making slight clopping noises on the ground. Passing by Peaches, her smell would be familiar to the wyvern, much as Dresogon and Acantha's scents were. Catriona moved to stop the woman, taking out her sword with a sching, but it was too late. Alois was closer, and before the lord could do anything, the other had reached him and began to...hug him? Halting in her charge, sword still in hand, the princess looked at the scene with some confusion, ignoring the sounds of struggling from the side as Link held Edrick down. The man really didn't want to get treated for some reason. "Alois, you're back! Dresogon told me you wouldn't return, but I knew you would!" the woman's voice came out garbled and animalistic, but still understandable. She started to sob. "Oh Alois...my boy. My dear boy." Eventually, she released him and held him apart to look him over, tsking at what she saw. "But look at you! You're just filthy! All covered in dust, I bet you haven't even been washing right. Did you forget to pack extra smallclothes when you left?" "Gads, Goodwife Mene, you're acting as if he's been gone for years. It's only been a couple of tennights," Acantha complained, though she started to snicker soon afterward. "So his...pfft, smallclothes, are probably fine, hehe." Catriona took a few cautious steps forward. "Alois...do you know her?" This woman treated the fighter with more familiarity than even Cora or Acantha had, and Cora, at least, had seemed to be a good friend of his. -- Outside, the sight of Gunther and Sienna seemed to draw more and more interest from the passerby villagers. Most of them stayed well away, though their eyes lingered on the duo. While many appeared hostile at first, their expressions cleared up as they seemed to recognize the two, and the pair were left alone. OOC

I... have many questions, but also much time on my hands and yes, god, I'm interested.