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Managed to do a solo Zangoose run of Emerald, beating Wallace at level 69, and Stephen at 73. Steven was annoying because of Skarmory. Couldn't Toxic me which was good, but Zangoose needs 5 turns to kill Skarmory, 3 for Swords Dance and 2 for Return. Tate and Liza were also annoying as double battles in a solo run are a pain. Getting Swords Dance super early though made most of the game trivial.

Communication is big yes. I literally cannot begin to count how often I've asked people what they want from one of my RPs and what they need to post. To mixed results. Gijinka, which is an RP that actually finished, I would host post almost every week regardless of what was happening, even if just a short thing to try and give a bit of help to those behind on posting, and try and poke people about what's going on and if we need to work things out. I admit lately I've been a little more burned out on that for my current RPs. Doing it for so long and getting less and less results lately has been...tough, mentally, for me. But I do think that as long as you keep going things can work out. That said sometimes you won't have enough interest and things will crawl to too much of a slow pace to keep going and you need to know when to stop. But it's good to try first before just throwing in the towel. Basically, at some point it needs to be let go for everyone's sake but it's not the second that things slow down. For instance Mind and Soul, I only really needed a few interested, but over time even that was difficult and there was a constant feeling of forcing it, which is when I realized it had to stop. Conversely Chosen, which is currently longest running RP (not counting gcorp which is an exception in many ways) has had many drops but there are 3 who stuck with it and we're still chugging along fine with the occasional stall that gets worked out. Honestly something I've learned is that sometimes it's better to continue with a small group rather than waiting for a bunch who aren't interested anymore. Leaving an opening for returns is good but as long as you have a few who want to keep going it's only fair to them to, well, keep going.

Aduain awoke early the next morning to the sound of running water. Rubbing at his eyes a bit he quickly realized he'd spent the night in the shower he'd started taking. His skin certainly wasn't complaining and the water hadn't ever stopped so no harm done really. But as he soon found it was too early to be truly up and at it so he turned off the water after its hours long run and meandered back into his room, the profuse dripping leaving a damp trail from the showers to his room across the floor. From here there was little to do but flop onto his bed to resume his sleep which he did. At about the time the rest of the group began waking up Aduain awoke for the second time that morning, but this time not not on his own. There was a knock at the door. Or so he thought but as the young fish opened his door with an enthusiastic, though still half-asleep, hello there was no one to be found. Confused he looked up and down the halls to see if someone was playing a prank but if they were they had moved too fast and were no longer visible from this vantage point. The hunter had half a mind to go pursue when before he even closed the door he heard the knocking again, this time distinctly from one of the walls of his room. He had to confirm quickly that it wasn't simply his neighbor messing with him but found he had no neighbor along the wall he heard the knock from. It sounded a few more times allowing the boy to pinpoint it before he ultimately knocked back and placed an ear on the wall to try and get a grasp of things. "Hello!" he shouted at the wall as if it might answer him. To Aduain's astonishment a door appeared where he knocked though it looked nothing like the door to the apartment. It was distinctly wooden and looked timeworn. There wasn't even a door knob, instead an iron ring that seemed to be meant to function like one. The fish tapped at the ring several times, uncertain what any of this meant, before tugging on it. The door didn't just look like a door but was in fact a door and it started giving way and opening. There appeared to be a room on the other side of the wall but the details were difficult to make out. It looked pitch black more than anything. Ever curious, Aduain shouted another hello into the void and as before this received no reply. Though something definitely seemed to be moving in the darkness. It was almost like the darkness itself had moved. Now that he looked again he thought he could make out the shape of a room and several tables some distance across from this entrance he stood at the step of. "Well, you knocked first so don't mind if I come in." Aduain said casually as he braved the unknown. More details were coming into place. Stone walls and floor formed the room with a single small window. The limited view suggested this to be in a tower of sorts, one you read about but never went to. The idea that a castle might be connected to his apartment was incredible given he hadn't seen any sign of it from outside the complex. Though the fish did have to wonder if his eyes were okay. Everything seemed blurry. He hadn't been awake very long but it didn't take him this long to get over being sleepy, especially not with a discovery like this ahead of him. At one table a figure finally came into view. A human girl sitting in a chair, looking dejectedly at several piles of books she had laid out around her. Nearby a muffled voice came from someone Aduain couldn't see. "I've read all of these books myself. And I didn't have anyone telling me to do so." "Yeah, well, I bet you can't even lift all these books." the girl responded to the voice. Aduain could understand not wanting to read a lot of boring books just becuase someone was telling you to so he was inclined to take the girl's side of things in this argument he knew nothing about in this place that confused him endlessly. "Perhaps. But I dont have to. Knowledge is much more powerful than strength anyway." the voice without a source replied. The girl rolled her eyes as the voice began again before suddenly stopping. "Who'se there?" they said and Aduain felt the strange sensation of a hand passing through his body back and forth. "Hey, cut that out!" Aduain shouted as he tried to wave away the hand he wasn't able to see. He could hear the voice at least so maybe he could talk to it. "I'm Aduain and you knocked on my room's wall so I should be asking the questions here." He tried to assert his hunter authority with his tone, not much caring for if anyone in Prana recognized it. "Are you going senile on me or something?" The girl asked. "How old do you think I am? Can you not sense that? Hear that?" the distinctly male voice asked back. He seemed greatly distraught about Aduain's being there. Something a fair bit bigger than a hand moved through the young hunter as suddenly the source of the second voice came into his view. A man with long white hair and robes was looking around. "I do not know where you came from, spirit, but be wared I am the court mage of the King of Celta and I will not have intruders in my study." He said with more authority than Aduain had been able to muster. That had to be addressed at him Aduain thought but then he wasn't a spirit. The people in front of him were more like spirits than him surely. He could poke himself and not pass through his arm while they simply moved through him. At the least now that he could see both people present, the fish tried waving to get attention before speaking. "I dunno what to say to make you believe me, but I'm not a spirit and I was invited here to... Celta? Never heard of that place. And I guess it was less invited and more someone from Celta felt like playing a prank on me." Aduain began, the longer his own voice carried on the more it served to confuse him. "Aaaaanyway, all this to sasy I wasn't trying to intrude on anything, just trying to figure out what's going on." he concluded. Yet the man didn't seem to address him directly despite this explanation. "It seems to be too chatty for a spirit... then what, a spy? this place should be protected from such things... Miranda, we can pick this up later, go on." he said, dismissing the girl. "Fine by me." Miranda said as she jumped to her feet. She passed through Aduain as the older man had before, and shuddered as she did so before leaving. Only after she was gone did the man speak again. "If you are here to interfere with my plans, I will not hesitate to exorcise you. You know not what you are dealing with here." he said before crossing the room and unveiling what appeared to be a simple mirror. Aduain wanted to try and explain himself again but felt a paradoxical sensation. He was being pulled toward the mirror but also back through the door he had come through at the same time. Trying to assert some will in this situation, he tried walking toward the mirror. "I don't wanna mess up anything you're doing I just wanna know who was trying to get my attention!" he called out while trying to fight the sensations. "If something brought you here then either you are a threat... or you are an energy source." the man spoke ominously. Looking again to the mirror Aduain now saw a face in it, entirely burned and missing both its eyes. Yet in the scorched empty sockets glowed a dark energy. The pulling sensation only grew. Curiosity was one thing, but the shiver that went down his spine while looking at the face in the mirror was more than enough for the hunter to want to call it quits. The boy began backflipping his way right on back through the door to his apartment, landing back inside and falling over his bed. Another knock sounded, this one a lot more aggressive and with some accompanied shouting, but from his actual door not the wall. In fact, now that he looked again the door in his wall was gone entirely and no one was knocking from the other side of it. Beyond confused at the turn of events, there was nothing to do but answer the door. On the other side was Salvo, the lady who had helped them fight off the sharks. Apparently she'd brought food for the group and Aduain's adventure into Celta had kept him from joining everyone else in a timely manner. Apologizing for keeping people waiting, Aduain grabbed his trident, slapped on the watch-like device he'd been given and walked out of his apartment to join Salvo on her way back down. Still confused and curious he felt he may as well take a shot in the dark. "You ever heard of a place called Celta?" Aduain asked the woman. "Is that where you're from? Sounds magic-y." she replied. "It does have a familiar ring to it though, but can't really put my finger on it." "No, it's a place i wandered into when a door appeared on the side of my room after I heard some knocking. Was wondering if all the apartments did that." Aduain asked without batting an eye. Salvo laughed in response. "Oh, man, this place never fails to come up with something new. Never know what's gonna happen next." she said. That was a definitive no to that. So it seemed Aduain's apartment sometimes connected to another world. As long as they didn't wake him up with the knocking or try any magic stuff on him that was probably fine. He'd wanna try to talk to that Miranda girl if it ever happened again though as she seemed a fair bit nicer than the old man. None of that was going to get the boy's empty stomach any fuller though and Aduain descended to the provided breakfast, just as some of the others were gearing up to get going about their day. Not wanting to miss out on anything exciting, the fish began stuffing his face with far too much food and approximately zero table manners. He tried to ask Melissa, Fen and Trevor to wait up but with his mouth full it sounded like a language unknown in all of Lemuria, Prana or Celta for that matter. With some manic chewing, swallowing, gasping for air and chugging of water to clear up his throat for the finessed task of speaking, Aduain thanked Salvo and Natasha, motioned excitedly to Morgan his fellow hunter and followed after the others. "What's the cool plan for today guys?!" he almost shouted, trying to act like he hadn't been late.

Imagine spending trillions of dollars to send an army to kill millions of Iraqis for their oil, then not hiring an elite team of computer experts to make sure none of the employees working the pipeline distributing said oil open a shady link on a porn site.

As the newfound duo of Alice and Leo continued their exploration of the building, Alice's own psychic endeavors were... very unsuccessful. There were various tiny spirits around, not even worth bothering with PPLs as low as they had, but all the same, they made for good target practice. Owing up to how tiny yet fast they were, however, Alice had missed every single one. On the plus side, this was a good training exercise to get used to what exactly a Soulblast was and how to do it. Much better than that sorry and frankly embarrassing situation she'd found herself in earlier. Suddenly, just when the two had been met with a larger spirit actually worth shooting down, it fled. Nice try. I'm not fall-- Oh no. This wasn't some trick again. Alice could feel it. Something. Something big. She could barely get her legs to move when she first felt it. But move she would have to. "That's our target," she concluded. Turning her attention toward the direciton of the sudden wave of pressure, Alice cautiously ventured forth. As she got closer to the destination, a bunch of smells hit her nose. A bunch of very nasty, unpleasant smells, that caused her to gag upon initially being hit by them. Slowly and carefully, Alice peeked into the room, to see... A bunch of stuff she absolutely should not have seen. The strongest guy in the building lying dead on the ground right at the entrance was somehow the least concerning thing in here! And what was with that PPL!? 1820!? Not to mention the thing, that... thing that had it. Alice turned around, taking a few steps back away from the scene. "Leo... what the fuck is that?" she whispered. "That," Leo grinned, twirling his bat in his hands, "is a damn big target. Looks about RV sized, don't you think?" "Y-Yeah, but..." Alice took a deep breath. Then a second one. "One, I don't know how you're so casual about seeing that. Two, go on ahead of me. I need to hype myself up for this and process what I'm actually looking at." In theory, she could take it on if she was paired up with enough other ESPers, right? Yes, the first thing she thought about with her abilities was weather, but that wasn't all she could do. She'd have to plan this out carefully though. If she messed up, she would die here. And she was not ready to die. But she certainly couldn't just turn around and leave, as much as she wanted to. Alice's thoughts were pulled back to the wallpaper of her laptop back home. With the pictures of the upcoming gacha character and four bold words. Do it for her. It looked like she wasn't the only one hesitating either. Some other girl was here too. A cute one, at that! Wasn't she the lady who made a bet with that sword guy? "Hi. It's not pretty up there." Officially, this was not her job at all. Mei never took the exorcism contract, and had only taken interest in ToSoft because of the ad and the scale of the client. Sounded like quite the lucrative undertaking, right? Naturally, there would be people here to solve the case. Powerful ones, at that. People worthy of joining the family. That was why Mei had gone inside once she saw the president leave the building, ignoring the spirits within the building in search of something else. The security room. From here, she could keep an eye on just about everything happening in the building. And honestly, most of these people were pretty promising ESPers! Mei's attention was especially fixated on the boy who could create barriers. He was the strongest person here, easily. But that attitude of his... reeling him in would be difficult. As she continued to monitor the various ESPers in the building, there was another problem with the boy that came up. He was dead now. "Tch." So much for that. At that point, she had a better shot hiring the monkey or that useless girl who had gotten tricked into falling into a hole. As the boy died, Mei felt a wave of pressure wash over her. That was from the boss monster, no doubt, probably bigger and badder than ever. Like hell Mei was going to risk her life fighting that thing. She had a much better cause to risk her life on. As that useless girl in the pink raincoat and her bat-swinging friend got up to where the boss monster was lurking, Mei switched her attention to the room where the beast itself was. While she couldn't see it, she could see the girl with the glasses and the detective, who had gotten there pretty promptly. The former... didn't seem to be taking this too well. She'd need to get used to these kinds of things if she was going to be any help to Mei. Getting used to horrific things like this wasn't easy though. Mei knew, because she had to do it once upon a time. For now, she'd keep a close eye on this fight as best she could without seeing the thing they were actually fighting, and take note of those worth taking note of.

The Perfect Observer