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  6. Posted

    Brian was in the middle of peeling off the pickles on his second burger, considering between throwing them in the sink or yanking open the door and throwing them onto the open road, when Carmen asked her question. Was whatever was in that building a ghost or a demon? It wasn’t any sort of ghost that Brian had heard of, so the answer was obviously the latter. Besides, it sure seemed like the whole building had been possessed, which sure seemed like something a demon would do. Once he was satisfied his burger was pickle-free, he opened his mouth to respond and set the record-

    “If it were a demon, you would have had a much harder time.”

    …and thankfully he was in a position to eat some of his burger instead of his words. “That’s what I was going to say,” Brian said in between mouthfuls. Thankfully, Shiki kept talking before anyone had time to interrogate that.

    Not that the follow-up question was any better, though. What the fuck was a “Relationship Value?” “What the fuck is a Relationship Value?” Brian said, still chewing. His focus shifted between Shiki and Carmen, trying to determine any further clues as to what was going on. “Like, have I gotten to know Carmen better? Shiki, until like ten minutes ago, I was dealing with a fake Carmen, and she with, well, I don’t know if Carmen was dealing with a fake me or not, but I assume she was. You think I know Carmen any better because I had to wrestle a demon version of her to the ground tonight?”

    He sized the real Carmen up. “It was even weaker than you are,” he said. Having said that, and looking at Carmen more closely. If she had been stuck in that room with a demon or whatever it was, she did manage to get out of it all by herself. She’d even managed to get out at about the same time Brian had, like, yeah, he’d spent a lot of time going through some really stupid potential solutions that went nowhere, but he hadn’t taken that long, had he? And like he’d told the fake Carmen, hell, like he'd told Shiki late last night, she’d been almost okay when they were dealing with the school. Two times in a row reduced the chances of a fluke significantly.

    It was some measure of respect. Some. It still had to be couched in, you know, the rest of her whole deal, though, and he wasn't about to admit anything out loud anyway. “I don’t know,” Brian said. “I don’t hate her, I guess. Somehow, despite watching whatever that was in that building dance around in her body.”

  9. Posted

    Chris didn’t think about Estellise’s absence anymore once they all crossed the threshold and headed back down into the dungeon. He just didn’t. If it popped back up into his mind, he just ignored the thought until it went away. It wasn’t even his fault; her mother had sent her away. It was a totally unrelated set of circumstances. Nope, that was thinking about it again. Focus, instead, on the task at hand.

    Ziun had looked like he wanted to say more, but it wasn’t like he’d made the prediction Chris had desperately asked for, so maybe he didn’t and Chris was just being paranoid. Speaking of predictions, though, Chris was pretty sure he wouldn’t have guessed “more skeletons” if he had to make one of his own. But, then again, it made sense. Behind them was what should have been a stairwell and was just a solid wall instead. They were in the crypt from their last run. These skeletons were just an extension of the last ones they had fought. Right? Just because their weapons were different didn’t mean they didn’t match thematically?

    Maybe he was expecting too much continuity. Maybe he was desperately holding on to whatever he could grasp. Ziun had certainly changed in the meantime. It was only then that Chris realized that Ziun didn’t have a sword anymore. He wasn’t flailing about trying to get at whatever he could, he cast a set of spells that distracted the skeletons and coated one of them in acid. “Cool new tricks,” Chris said. He tried to say it without a hint of disparagement because he meant it.

    Right, time to focus now. They had a long crawl ahead of them, no need to think about anything else besides the present moment. Chris wondered if he could get the next door open like he had the last one, and a few of the other ones besides it. There were only six skeletons that he could see, and they were pretty spread out. If no more monsters showed up, he could see himself putting his trust in Lana and Ziun to keep him safe a bit longer. Of course, if this was the tomb from their last dungeon run, it would be another strong test for his lockpicks. There could also be, you know, a key lying around somewhere. Maybe it was in the coffins?

    Whatever the case turned out to be, There were two skeletons in the middle column between everyone and the door, and though they were both distracted by Ziun’s conjuration for the moment, they had to be dealt with before they could try any of this. Chris’ sword was already in his hand, but he unwound his string in the other to give himself a safer retreat once the distraction stopped working. He charged forward, picking out the closer one on his left. He slid low to the ground when he got close enough and hacked at the skeleton’s knees.

  12. Posted

    53 minutes ago, LordCowCow said:

    If you made a forum what would it be for?

    a lot of my interests still have fora it's a little weird actually. i guess i think "the forge" ttrpg creation forum shutting down is sad if only because it's harder to find the discussions that led to apocalypse world, fiasco, blades in the dark, and so many more modern mainstays or at least their inspirations, so i'd make something like that

    call me rpgmaker oh wait that's taken isn't it.

  15. Posted

    When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.”
    -Judges 6:12 (NIV)

    Having her consciousness shunted around was almost like what happened to her when she let the computers in her brain take over for her. Maybe that was why Melissa was getting used to the teleporters so quickly. It was either that just using one so many times in one day. “The third time’s the charm,” was a saying for a reason.

    Natasha spotted Melissa first and, more embarrassingly, also recognized Melissa before Melissa even remembered Natasha’s name. There weren’t that many people she knew on Prana, it shouldn’t have been that hard, but “Salvo’s friend” was an impression that had to pull out of the orbit of someone as bombastic as Salvo. She only remembered just in time. “Hello… Natasha,” Melissa said. She stopped to read Natasha’s message. “Oh, I did go shopping, but, um, it turns out I just like wearing clothes like this.” She gave her dress a little twirl as if to demonstrate. More importantly, she showed Natasha the dress’s pockets. “Today was an exploring day. I just wanted to see more of Prana.”

    It was hard not to judge Natasha for how she typed. Melissa watched as Natasha’s single outstretched finger drifted over all the keys searching for just the right one to add next. How did she not know the general layout of a keyboard yet? Melissa didn’t say anything, though (and, frankly, regretted such thoughts as soon as they came into her mind), and simply read out what Natasha had laboriously inputted as it came out: “Did you find anything of note?”

    Melissa recounted her day: “Well, I found here, which is quite different than what I was expecting. My churches are, um, never mind it’s a whole thing, but then a level down I met someone with a pet sanctuary I was thinking of visiting again. A level down from that was the entrance to the mines, though I forgot to ask what they were mining down there. Going back down to ask feels… wrong, though? Somehow? Um,” She realized just how much she had dumped on Nataha and blushed. “Sorry, that was a lot more than I expected.”

    Natasha shook her head and typed out, “I was the one who asked.”

    “That’s fair, I guess,” Melissa said. Her blush didn’t subside entirely, though. “Um, what have you been doing since we last met?” In fact, there it was growing again. “You don’t have to type all of it out if you don’t want to.”

    Thankfully, Natasha just gave a silent laugh and made a motion that Melissa interpreted as, “A bit of this and that.” 

    It was bit of a vague answer, but Melissa couldn’t exactly fault Natasha for that. Not after she had just embarrassed herself by doing the opposite. “Do you want to get lunch?” Melissa said. “One of the reasons I came back up is because I was hungry, and I still don’t know where the best places to eat are. I don’t have… a lot of money, but I do have enough, I think.”

    Melissa remembered Fiona owed her and Fen lunch from yesterday, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to collect on that bet for all sorts of reasons.

  17. Posted

    Brian didn’t do anything to the new Carmen that appeared in front of him -- she just fell over on her own. There was a part of him that wondered if he was supposed to test this new person in front of him, like, get her to say something that only the real Carmen would know or whatever, but two things stopped him. The first was he didn’t want to get too paranoid. A password just set the point of failure back a bit. Who was to say what someone could and couldn’t figure out? And if he went down that road, well, then he’d just be back where he started. The second reason, though, and the more important one in his eyes, was there was no way something trying to copy Carmen could ever be as dopey as the real thing. The fake Carmen had tried, but it had to give up the ghost eventually.

    His phone buzzed. Brian’s first reaction to the news was, “Holy shit, we spent how long trapped in there?” But he didn’t want to think about it, so he just let the expression hang in the air while he read the notification. “Yeah, okay, we’re done.” He grabbed the box of seals and a flashlight in one hand and offered the other hand out to Carmen. Unless she picked herself up, Brian dragged her along out of the building.

    It was relieving to see Shiki, if only because it meant he didn’t have to drive this time, especially this late at night. Becoming aware of the time made Brian’s brain realize how tired it was supposed to be, even with a sleep schedule as weird as his was. That inner paranoia bubbled up again in a “How could he be sure anything was real anymore?” sort of way, but Shiki seemed to know exactly what Brian was thinking. “We ARE Shiki,” they said.

    In fairness, Brian thought, nothing could be as weird as Shiki was for the same reason nothing would ever be able to replicate Carmen. But he didn’t let that get in the way of a good snark. “Well, you’re welcome, I guess,” Brian said. “Had to deal with a worse version of Carmen that I think was about to eat me, but the seals are still working, so I guess that’s good. Do we have to go apologize to this ghost too? Oh thank god, you got McDonald’s.”

    Not that he was a particular fan of hamburgers -- there was a reason he took Carmen to tacos the night they’d met -- but just as he had only just now realized how tired he was, the missing hours had not negated his growing hunger. He snatched the top burger in the stack and unwrapped it messily. He grimaced after one bite. “Get them without pickles next time,” Brian said, but he kept eating.

  18. Posted

    It was not every day that a person expressed genuine curiosity at Quinn’s condition, and Quinn took full advantage of Briget’s invitation. He told Bridget about its abduction, how xe was found dead on Mount Coronet, and how only a spirit and Cassiopeia remained. Even when a shorts-wearing Youngster ran up and demanded Quinn battle his brand-new Starly, Quinn’s focus was still mostly focused on her new companion. It was a good thing Normandie was used to fending for herself.

    “It does not affect my usual day-to-day activities as much as you would expect. I still walk along the material plane. I still consume food for nutrients, although, of course, more spiritual fare is preferred. Oh, use Tackle!” Quinn called out. Normandie hissed and charged right at the Starly, who flapped its wings in an attempt to escape, but by the time it was airborne, it had extra Ratffian weight keeping it down, and the two tumbled to the ground in a pile. Quinn continued, “Perhaps the part that is most odd to me is the occasional reaction I get. People identify me as strange, which is understandable, but when I explain my situation, it only seems to amplify their assessment. I do not see anything strange about it. You said it yourself. Ghost-type Pokemon exist. Can Human ghosts not also exist?”

    Bridget nodded. “You’ve got a really good point! Tho’, ‘sides yourself, all I’ve ‘eard of ghosts is just rumors. Bet everyone’ll fink this’s just hearsay too when I go back an’ tell ‘em about you.”

    “I understand,” Quinn said, returning Bridget’s nod. “I do not have a way to prove myself, but I do not have a particular desire for one either. Tail Whip, Normandie, let us make this next hit count!” Normandie was in the middle of dodging the Starly's counterattack but as she ran around the field of battle, she did manage a few cracks with her tail as requested. Quinn said, “Thankfully, I do have other things outside of being a full-time ghost. I have my art. I have this journey.” They broke zir attention completely away from the battlefield and stared at Bridget directly. “What are you besides a Pokémon Professor to-be?”

    It took a moment for Bridget to respond with anything more than “Hmm, difficult question, that.” She watched the two Pokémon battle even when Quinn did not. She came up with the answer: “A gym battle fan, I suppose. Dunno how the rest of the world handles ‘em, but in Galar they're a big deal. I’d even bet I’m one of the top fans of my hometown’s gym leader.”

    Quinn widened hir eyes. “Oh, your town has a gymnasium as well? Everyone in Eterna City knows the movements of our gymnasium leader, Gardenia. She is surely the city’s foremost celebrity. Even those who do not follow League movements know Gardenia. And why should they not? Everybody sees the influx of fresh young upstarts. We all want to succeed.” Quinn felt herself get a little melancholy, but ey pressed on anyway. “I want to succeed. What I did not have the opportunity for in life…”

    But the moment passed quickly. Quinn whipped back around to the battle. The Youngster seemed annoyed and was recalling his Pokémon, but Quinn put a stop to that. “Now, Normandie! Pursuit!”

    It was amazing how fast the Ratffian could run when she needed to, glowing with that purple aura as she raced forward to catch the Starly before it could fully retreat into its ball, a snarl so loud that even Quinn had to flinch. But Normandie did let up as soon as all could confirm the Starly had fainted. Quinn was glad for that, at least. “Well done, Normandie!” Quinn said, digging through faer bag. “Come get your reward!”

    The Youngster pouted. “It’s not as fun when you’re just battling a Pokémon. I wanted to banter too,” he said.

    Only then did Quinn realize just what he had done. “Oh! I apologize. Here, if you go and heal up your Starly we can go again if you like.”

    The Youngster wanted to sulk instead. Quinn forewent taking any money from the boy, though. It was the least ze could do. All Quinn could do after that was wish the Youngster luck on finding an opponent who would better respect his time and effort. Yet still, Quinn was happy for the victory. E turned back to Bridget, a smile escaping their lips despite her best efforts. “I think it is time for me to go looking for more Pokémon,” Quinn said. They pointed at the statue off in the distance. “I am going to go this way and see what I can find.”

  21. Posted

    Chris thought about just lurking about the rest of the day until the group’s assigned meeting time, staying out of further trouble as best he could (after all, the more crimes he committed at once, the more likely it was he’d be caught), but Ziun was doing bard things in the Drooling Dragon while he was fetching the mop, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t been spotted already. Plus, the more he thought about preparations for that night, the more he thought about the upcoming dungeon run, and the more he realized he was woefully underequipped without his daggers.

    Lana had her axes, of course, and Estellise’s light bow had been incredible, but he’d been used to them and he didn’t want to go without. Maybe the shopkeep would sell him out later, but that was a risk he was willing to take. He didn’t want to disappoint every other member of the party because he had already disappointed one. The ones he ended up purchasing felt different in his hands even though the weight was the same as what he was used to, an odd feeling that Chris hoped wouldn’t mean anything when the time came to use them. There wasn’t any time to test them out first, unfortunately. By the time he’d completed the transaction, he was running a little behind to meet up with everybody else.

    Even when running late, Chris still tried to take as many less-traveled roads as possible. There probably was something to be said for blending in with a crowd, but if the other family that was mad at him tried to start a fight, he didn’t want people getting in the way. When Chris did arrive at the dungeon, everyone else was already there. “Sorry,” Chris said. “Um, it’s a long story. I don’t know if…”

    He didn’t even want to finish the sentence. Estellise had been their healer on top of everything else. That was something everyone would just have to deal without. Maybe he had disappointed everyone after all. He tried to change the subject. “Did you both sleep okay? What do you think we’ll find down there this time?”

  22. Posted

    Intermission: Caesar

    Information Security wasn’t just making sure your enemies didn’t know something. No, in Caesar’s -- ˈkae̯sar, of course -- view, equal importance was placed on what your enemies did know, and knowing what they knew as well. That was what was frustrating about The Fates, for example. Nobody, not even he, knew every detail of how Legion’s power worked. He was happy to exploit it and Legion was happy to oblige, and everyone else was allowed to have a good idea. Only Legion was allowed to know for sure. When that brat grabbed Legion off of one of his officers and the power shorted out, it meant she knew something, and suddenly he, Caesar, leader of the Gibbons, did not, or even know that she knew before that.

    If they knew something about Legion, they could know something about Project Rubicon. He had been just as careful with that one as with Legion. Even more careful, really. The only people who understood the entire scope of the project were himself and the tinkers putting the finishing touches on it all and only right this moment. Everyone else who ever worked on it was only allowed their own job and nothing else.

    There were rumors, sure, but he knew they knew those. “Have you heard the machinery they’re running at the edge of town?” “Project Rubicon is the reason for Caesar’s hostility.” “Caesar is working on taking over the stars themselves.” People could not help but talk, even if he mandated otherwise, even under the threat of death. But if The Fates knew what it was…

    No, this was no time to be paranoid. It technically wasn’t too late for them to do anything about it, but the door was closing rapidly. He was marching into the deepest laboratory in Battle Labs to pick up the final piece right that moment. He had a personal set of guards with him while mercenaries cleared out the rest of the building. The enemy alliance’s strongest were off fighting a proxy battle that was proxying nothing.

    “How are the intruders at the Casino?” Caesar grumbled into an earpiece.

    “Leaving now. Pit’s probably irrecoverable but Legion’s still up and running everything,” Tidebinder said. “I suppose you wouldn’t have been able to reach me he wasn’t.”

    Caesar turned a corner and was coming on the final door now. “You would have found a way,” he said.

    Legion spoke next. “Arcturus and those mercenaries lost. Ophiuchus is calling for your surrender.”

    That stupid fucking man with that stupid fucking snake. Caesar could hear his drawn-out voice now. “This  is  the  way  things  are  done.” Sweet Astra, the way things were done was the reason things were the way things were. If he wanted to get anywhere in life, to improve the Gibbons’ (and therefore his) standing, he had to break some rules. He didn’t say anything to Legion because there wasn’t anything worth saying. No response was more powerful than anything else.

    He turned his attention back to his guards instead. “Clear?” he asked. The guard nodded, and Caesar pushed open the door.

    There were two Battle Labs employees in the room. Both were on his payroll. They both knew this was coming. “It’s too soon,” one of them blurted out. “The output is within acceptable bounds, but it’s unstable. The matrices-”

    Caesar flexed his power and took a step forward. “Put it simply. We don’t have all day. There’s a war on, don’t you know?”

    In a final analysis, with all the cards on the table, it was a weak power. Boosting other people’s abilities was fine and all, but most people did just fine without you. Encouraging people to like him was helpful, but it was inconsistent. People were still fickle when they wanted. He could just have easily been the support of some group, maybe the fifth ranger helping out a solid squad of four. He could have faded into obscurity within the year. His Power -- not his superpower, Power with a capital P -- was more nuanced than that. He didn’t control the largest gang in Scarlet City with that. He did it with people. Understanding and using people was his Power.

    For example, maybe Arcturus was fuming after losing two battles in the same day, to the same capes, even, if he had to guess the people G3 decided to send over to the Shoe. She wouldn’t accept fault, probably blaming the mercenaries he had hired to go along with her, just as she had when she insisted on revenge after dragging Lucky Cat to safety. “It was her plan, yes, but only she had managed to execute it. It would have gone perfectly,” or something along those lines. But she could be appeased by more tasks, no matter how meaningless they might have meant to his long-term plans. Any tasks, Arcturus believed, proved her worth. For Caesar, she wouldn’t get the opportunity to try and seize someone like the Archangel ever again.

    This scientist, meanwhile, had simpler levers. They had a job, and he was the client. Money wet most tongues sooner or later, and the Casino had been profitable before Tidebinder had gone and blown up half of it. Failing that, well, his guards could go on the offensive if need be. “If you activate Project Rubicon now, there’s no telling what will happen.”

    Caesar raised an eyebrow. “But it’s ready? If I activate it, it will run?”

    “I don’t-”

    He asked again before the scientist could even finish. “Will it run?” He extended his hand out.

    There was a look of worry, of fear, in the scientist’s eyes as they looked over to his colleague and partner on this project and back at Caesar. “It will run,” they said. They both said it, even. The second scientist took a small box out from one of the lab cabinets, and from it produced a console. There were all sorts of meters and inputs on it, but the most important feature was the red button covered with a safety hatch.

    Legion piped in his ear again. “They know something’s happening,” he said. “That group you handled earlier called in more.”

    This button was a form of power too. In a final analysis, there was still something to be said for a little brute force. Caesar wasted no time taking the console, opening the hatch, and pressing the button down.

    The River

    Earthquakes were rare in Scarlet City but they did happen. There were natural ones, yes, noticeable, but not really threatening. Most of the time, though it was the fault of some S-Class villain looking to inflict damage to as much as they could, the earth included. This was no different. Far out west, well into Gibbons Gang territory, underneath some otherwise nondescript warehouse nobody would think twice to look at, the earth shook with a massive force. The warehouse collapsed to the ground, and from the rubble, from underneath the earth, it emerged.

    It was an automaton, but it was much too big and had too much flesh to be called a robot. It was bipedal, with two arms and a head to match, but to call it humanoid would be too much comparison to a human body. It had a “mouth,” but who dared imagine such a thing eating? Or worse, imagine it talking?

    And yet, it breathed. Project Rubicon was alive. Ut stood there at the one of the ends of the entire world, surveyed all of Scarlet City, and inhaled.

    When it exhaled, it produced two things: The first was a screech, a high-pitched whistle that would likely be ear-splitting if experienced up close, and was still audible even as far away as the Shoe arena. The second was a beam, cutting a swath through the western regions of Scarlet City. It only took a few moments for everything the beam touched to ignite into flames. In the aftermath, every open space on Project Rubicon -- mouth, eyes, even joints -- let out belches of steam.

    It took a step forward.

    Somewhere in Goodale Park, Director Victor Sekelsky issued the call. “We still need extra hands at Battle Labs -- Caesar’s got to be in there somewhere. And we need capes dealing with whatever the fuck just came out of the ground.”

    OOC

    Spoiler

    The rubicon is (was?) a river and also it's a king gizzard song yes i'm very clever

    did i just import a god warrior gog from nausicaa into walpurgisnacht? i wouldn't say the deadly radiation made its way over, but it's a helpful reference image i suppose.

    Director Sekelsky has provided you with your choices on where to go next. You know where Caesar is, you know where Project Rubicon is, you can engage with either of those spots or anywhere else. If you DM me I'm sure I can think of some other place your character could need or want to be if you're not interested in either of these. Let me know if you have that or any questions, there's a lot of stuff in here I was trying to keep consistent but might have failed at.

     

  23. Posted

    Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.
    -Matthew 19:14-15 (NIV)

    Melissa was surprised when she was asked to reconsider her journey downwards. The option was there, wasn’t it? Why would they have the option if they dissuaded people from using it? And if they were only dissuading her specifically, well, that just opened another host of questions. So, in a moment of self-determination that was becoming more and more common for her (should she be worried about this?), Melissa persisted onwards, downwards one more level into Prana.

    Teleporting almost felt natural this time. The next level down shocked Melissa, though, in how drastically the city changed. After two levels of urban development, what was supporting it was dirt paths and buildings that could be described as cottages at best. It wasn’t all like that but that certainly was the first impression she got. As she continued, she found the activity lay mostly in two forms. The first was vehicles -- these hovering cart contraptions -- making their way in the direction of a large white-walled central structure. Melissa decided to follow suit in that regard, keeping off to the sides of paths to let the vehicles pass her by.

    The second form of activity was children. Melissa had seen a few loitering around the shrine when she had exited, but there were many more out and about. Most groups had at least one guardian that she could see, though there were a few wild packs chasing each other about. Part of the way through her trek, one child about waist-height tall crashed right into Melissa’s leg. It hadn’t even been enough to knock either of them over, but the child still looked up at Melissa with eyes that seemed too big for their head, an expression on their face that was a mix of incredulity and regret. “Sowee,” the child said.

    “It’s alright,” Melissa said. “I’m alright. Are you alright?” But the child heard their parent calling after them and ran off without answering, so she continued onward.

    When the entrance to the white-walled structure came into view, Melissa saw a secret third type of activity: guards. Several were stationed around the exterior of the building, and the entrance was basically a checkpoint for those trying to get in. Vehicles had to stop and be searched before the entrance, an energy barrier the same size as the rest of the wall, lowered and they could continue onward.

    Melissa’s curiosity was certainly piqued, but it was tempered a little by the thought of how to actually sate that desire. She wasn’t about to go up to one of the guards and interrupt them in the carrying out of their duties just to ask a silly question. Even the thought made Melissa shrink back a bit. She thought one of them looked her way and retreated back.

    She just had to ask someone else. She just had to ask someone who looked a bit more accommodating. Melissa retraced her steps back to where someone was supervising a gaggle of children and tried there. “Excuse me,” she said. “Sorry, um, I’m new in town and was just wondering, what is that building?”

    They followed where Melissa was pointing and identified the building instantaneously. “Ah, that’s the wall around the mines, that is. Not a very pretty thing, but guess it’s prettier than the rest of this place, eh?”

    It felt weird to be defending a place she had been in for an hour at most, but Melissa still stepped to the plate. “I wouldn’t know if I would go that far,” she said. “I suppose you could think of it as an eyesore, but there are words you could use for this level of Prana that aren’t so bad. Rustic, rural, um, down-to-earth I guess is hyphenated…”

    Melissa hadn’t meant it as a joke, but they laughed anyway. “Down to earth is right!” It was a quick laugh, though, before their tone got more serious. “But what’s a young lady like yourself want with a place like that, anyway? It’s not very safe, you know. Monsters lurk down there, I hear.”

    Melissa blushed and looked down at her feet. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll actually be going down there anytime soon,” she said. “I hope not, anyway. I suppose dealing with monsters is technically my business, but that wouldn’t be my decision.”

    Another unintended joke, apparently. “Some kinda monster slayer, huh? That’s a good one. Really, though, best stay away from that place. The Great Dragon knows we all would if we could.”

    Melissa thanked them, but she had to be off. That was enough exploring for one day. She knew they weren’t laughing at her, or, at least, they weren’t in a meanspirited way, but needed a break from maintaining herself in the face of it regardless. She went at a brisk pace back towards the temple and the associated teleporters. As she neared the shrine, her stomach began to rumble, and she started to think about food. It at least got her calmed down a little, but now she was wondering what she might have for lunch.

  24. Posted

    switch pro controller pretty goated in my opinion, but i also have mouse+keyboard, xbox wireless controller (also for pc games), and some old ps3 ones that barely hold a battery charge anymore. oh and i built a fightstick if that counts but i don't use it as often as i should.

    weirdly nostalgic for the gamecube controller despite never owning a gamecube

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