>>1820701
>[]Turn, striking as many hollows as I can with one strike 1d100 (Whirlwind)

It's cool HM, you need sleep like the rest of us.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1820710

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1820701
[] Cut the Quincy's bullets down 1d100 (arrow breaking)
[]Turn, striking as many hollows as I can with one strike 1d100 (Whirlwind)
>Make it a bloody attack

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1820701
>[]Turn, striking as many hollows as I can with one strike 1d100 (Whirlwind)

no one else?

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1820701
>[]Turn, striking as many hollows as I can with one strike 1d100 (Whirlwind)

just got home and Kimi is on, aw yiss

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1820701
>[]Turn, striking as many hollows as I can with one strike 1d100 (Whirlwind)

>>1820792
The savior

The hollow ahead of me cackles, twisting its limbs around in an unnatural spiral as its hair shoots at me like a wall of needle thin arrows. I just pull my sword up, and let it fall like I'm chopping wood. as blunt as that is. Its hair wraps around my blade, and I turn it to smoke and carry it through its swing faster now that it has no weight to drag on my arms with. I reform the blade right before it connects with the ball of hair's "neck". Pulling back as I feel the impact, I saw through its flesh as easily as I'd drag a stick through a stream. Blood sprays, filling the air as I continue my swing, turning as I slam my blade into the horns of an antlered hollow that tries to grab onto my arms as my arms shake from my strike. I glare at it, and turn my blade back into smoke, leaving a stain of blood as I manuver it down into the gap between its mask and bring it back to the material, ripping it as I finish turning about, the hollow screaming pain as blood flows freely from its neck. Tosen stabs it through the chest, ending it with a single graceful movement.

My crescent arc ends, my swing slowling as I smack the flat of my zanpakuto against the head of a rat...stone like hollow. Its mask begins to crack as the quincy's shots burn behind my back

roll 1d20+ endurance, mobility, or spirit

>>1820835
also
blood stored
-
4 bloody attacks
or
1 heal
or
1 full attack/bloody dance

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1820835
Mobility

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1820835
mobility

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1820835
Mobility

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1820835
+M

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1820835
>mobility

I let my instincts guide the path of my feet, pulling my zanpakuto up as I turn back around to face the danger as I take a step to the right and nearly step on the antlered hollow I just cut down. The burning bolt of spiritual energy flies past my head, making my skin tingle with needles of pain as it hits the hollow I was fighting. Glaring at the quincy's puppet, I turn to smoke as the other ball of blue flames twists and turns itself to fly at me like its alive.

In response, my skin turns to smoke and embers, crackling as I step forward and flow around, it appearing a few feet behind it as it makes a small crater where the antlered hollows body was before it vanished away.

I swing my blood stained blade down, as Tosen slices open the belly a hollow that had the gal to think it'd take him from behind.

"We certainly are outnumbered, Kemuri, it seems like we'll have to use every ounce of our power and skill to make it through this uneven battle, hmm" He says calmly as the quincy puppet meets my eyes again, raising her arms towards me as she stands above the veritably sea of hollows

"I have no doubt you two will succeed" the blade armed hollow says calmly "the only question is how many will be cut down before you"

A snake bodied hollow with two heads and spike covered tongues dripping with some foul ichor rises up

"I wish this distaction would leave us" I say as the hollow hisses, as another squat turtle like one takes its places beside it, its shell looking bladed. Its bearded mask locked in a perpetual smile.

What do I do?
[] Dance a bloody dance 1d100 *dangerous*
[] Throw a spear of blood at one of the hollows 1d100 *BA*
[] Swing my zanpakuto, creating a saw of blood 1d100 *BA*
[] hold my ground with tosen for awhile 2d100
[] rush through the hollow horde 1d20+mob or spirit
[] Block the hollows attacks, and wait for the quincy's next strike 1d100
[] Push my way past these hollows 1d20+strength
[] write in

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1820942
>[] Swing my zanpakuto, creating a saw of blood 1d100 *BA*


Time to clear out the small fry, but not quite time for a dance either

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1820942
>[] Swing my zanpakuto, creating a saw of blood 1d100 *BA*

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1820942
[] Swing my zanpakuto, creating a saw of blood 1d100 *BA*

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>>1820979
>>1820975

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1820942
>[]Push my way past these hollows

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1820942
>Ram my sword into the ground creating a pool of blood from which spikes shoot up impaling my foes BA

>>1821006
Well it's better than 21

The blood on my zanpakuto begins to spike along the cruel,serrated edge, turning into crimson blades in of itself as I swing my blade and let the blood fly from it and extend my reach. The snake hollow's grey hair stands up, its tongues flicking towards me as the turtle rolls on its side and begins to spin and blur. The spiked blood disconnects from the edge of my blade as Tosen steps next to me, a step ahead as he raises his zanpakuto to protect me as I finish my bloody strike.
-
blood stored
3 bloody attacks
-
The blood soars with a whirring crying, slicing between the two heads of the snake hollow. It leaves a deep, oozing gash along their necks and between them.

But they strike forward, in the madness that comes with facing death attacking desperatly in an attempt to not go alone.

Their tongues flick towards me, fast as a bullet.

four gun shots ring out and the turtle hollow's blade begins to spark as it bounces and flies towards me and Kaname

Roll 1d20+endurance, strength, mobility, spirit or intelligence

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1821071
Spirit, turn to smoke and have the Quincy whore kill our foes for us

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1821071
>intelligence

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1821071
Strength

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1821071
Int

>>1821140
And reroll, that's a lot of shots heading at us

re roll?
[] yes 1 1d20
[] no

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1821071
>>1821078
Second

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1821167
>[] yes 1 1d20

Getting hot right now would really fuck us over

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1821167
>[] yes 1 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1821167
>[] yes 1 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1821167
>Y

14+8=22
-
The four bullets fly in a spiral, flashing brightly as their metal shells melt away to fully form into the orbs of "righteous fire" this puppet has been using in place of the usual arrows or stolen blades. I try to track them but I soon lose sight of them as they flit away, zipping past and between eachother. I stop giving them my attention as the two hollows move to strike. in the blink of an eye, the shelled one and the tongues of the other fly at me. They crack like whips and I just stand their, my zanpakuto at the ready to spill more blood.

I sigh, hearing the turtle hollow bounce off of Tosen's blade with a shower of sparks, before it begins to grind over the ground again, kicking up a cloud of dirt and stones. As the tongues near me, I turn to smoke, ash and sparks, my flesj melting into a cloud of the stuff
as my skin breaks apart and begins to burn.

Stepping forward, still keeping my shape somewhat, I turn into a cloud as I flow through the hollows tongues and slip past its gnashing teeth as its heads try to take snapping bites out of my smokey body.

Crawling up it like a snake, I reform on the cut I made, my sandals slipping on the blood soaked wound. I begin to slip down it as my flesh reknits and my skin paints itself over my ghostly shade of smoke.

The four bullets fly at me, like the vengeful dead themselves. One blasts apart a chunk of the hollows back, making it turn to strike at me with both heads as I slip down its slicked smooth back, the three other moving above me as the quincy holds her arms up, swinging them down and over as the orbs spin and dance around each other.

"Kimi!?" Tosen yells out in a fevered worry "Don't go one alone! you'll be overwhelmed!"

"You dare walk upon me?" the snake's right head hisses behind me

"We'll tear you to pieces!" the left growls, as I hear the crack of their tongues behind me

Great, I'm surrounded by hollows with "two" of them right at my back and I have three fiery balls of hatred tracking and hunting me like trained dogs.

What do I do?
[] Turn and meet the hollow's heads as I find some footing on its back 1d100
[] Grab both of their masks and hold them back 1d20+strength
[] Cast Tsuzuri Raiden, and pierce them with my zanpakuto 1d20+spirit
[] let their tongues wrap around my arms, and drag them forward 1d20+endurance +nearly hollow
[] turn to smoke, flow behind them and swing my blade in a downward arc to cut both their necks 1d100
[] Send a wave of stabbing tendrils of blood behind me 1d100+ bloody attack
[] Leap from them, and onto another hollow 1d20+mobility
[] taunt the quincy into attack me 1d100 *arrow breaking*
[] Stop, and take a moment to cut one of their tongues off to coat my blade in their blood 1d100 *bloodletting*
[] write in

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1821256
>[] Stop, and take a moment to cut one of their tongues off to coat my blade in their blood 1d100 *bloodletting*

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1821256
[] Stop, and take a moment to cut one of their tongues off to coat my blade in their blood 1d100 *bloodletting*

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1821256
>[] Stop, and take a moment to cut one of their tongues off to coat my blade in their blood 1d100 *bloodletting*

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1821256
>[] Turn and meet the hollow's heads as I find some footing on its back

Well, that just makes this all the more challenging for me. I'll be remembering this battle for awhile now. stopping my stride forward, I turn around, reaching one of my hands forward as the two serpent's heads rise above me and dart for my legs respectively. Their split tongues lash out, trying to cut into my flesh and wrap around my limbs, and while I have no clue what's dripping off of them is I am going to guess I don't want it getting under my skin.

Using my free hand to measure exactly where I cute, and to distract the hollow with the prospect of pulling my hand and arm into its gullet, I wait until its tongue tries to wrap around my wrist to swing my blade down, cutting cleanly through the pinkish blue flesh of its offending apendage.

it shrieks in horror, blood and thick slime spraying out of its tongue as the other head glances at it and then roars at me, as I hear a quincy bullet hissing behind me. It strikes, as its other head cries out, blubbering and trying ot mourn its lost tongue

"Stop pestering me, I have no time to deal with annoyances like you" Kaname says calmly "you can't possibly pierce my defenses, why do you persist?"
-
blood stored
6 bloody attacks
or
1 full attack
and 2 bloody attacks
or
1 heal
and 2 bloody attacks
-
what do I do?
[] duck so they hit each other 1d20+int
[] cut the snake's second head down the middle 1d100
[] spear and pin its jaw shi with a spike of blood 1d100 *bloody attack*
[]Smack it away, and meet the bullet with the edge of my blade 1d100 *whirlwind + arrow breaking*
[]allow myself to slip down the rest of its back 1d20+mobility to keep on my feet
[] cut its, throat, pivot and turn my blade and try to take its eyes 1d100
[] fire a Byakurai down its throat 1d20+spirit
[] write in

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1821336
>[] fire a Byakurai down its throat 1d20+spirit

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1821336
>[]Smack it away, and meet the bullet with the edge of my blade 1d100 *whirlwind + arrow breaking*

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1821336
1 heal and 2 attacks sounds pretty good...

>[]fire a Byakurai down its throat 1d20+spirit

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1821336
[]Smack it away, and meet the bullet with the edge of my blade 1d100 *whirlwind + arrow breaking*

Anyone else?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1821336
>[] fire a Byakurai down its throat 1d20+spirit

alright, writing

The turtle hollow flies up into the air, spinning back around as it tries to bounce and roll itself towards me or Kaname. I don't let the spectacle distract me, and instead raise two of my fingers as the hollow opens its mask and inner mouth wide, giving me the perfect target. Pale white sparks arc from my palm, rising out of the smoke pouring from my sleeves like a thunderstorm. The sparks gather into a ball between my two fingers, growing like a blaze before it turns into a bolt of lightning and flies from my finger with a shrieking roar and a snap.

The hollow's second head cries out in pain, howling as its lower jaw gets split down the middle, spewing out smoke and blood as I lower my two fingers back onto the grip of my dripping blade.

Closing my eyes, I can tell that the quincy's attack is right behind me now as a few seconds have past since it started its "hunt"

roll 1d20+Mobility, spirit or endurance

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1821452
Spirit

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1821452
+ spirit

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1821452
>Spirit

17+8= 25= Bare success
-
I turn my back to smoke before the rest of me, smelling the distinct smell of an abandoned killing field as wisps of myself flow past my nose as the rest of me follows it, burning up inside as I become a cloud of smoke and flow up into the air, spiraling just out of the bullets way. I reform and fall back onto the hollow as its two heads let out a wordless scream of pain as they collapse to the ground, grievously wounded and still alive somehow....tough hollow, I'll have to be sure it doesn't slither away from this fight to continue on.

"If only I could be blessed with a power like that" Kaname says, looking at me, now that we can see eachother again, since this hollow has been brought low "I'm sure many have said the same to you, right kimi?"

"At least not to my face" I say, turning around to see the turtle hollow spinning towards me as it suddenly gets dragged away from where its bouncing, with strange sickly looking veins bulging along its squat limbs as the quincy puppet throws their arm towards me.

Suddenly the veins vanish from its skin, and I am staring down its spiraling bladed edge, as it moans in pain.

What do I do?
[] DUCK 1d20+moblity
[] Smack it back 1d20+str
[] redirect it into the heavily wounded hollow beneath me 1d100
[] Catch it with my blade, and turn it to the ground 1d100
[] grab the edge, and throw it into the horde 1d20+endurance
[] cast Hōrin 1d20+spirit
[] write in

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1821550
[] cast Hōrin 1d20+spirit

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1821550
> Horin

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1821550
[] cast Hōrin 1d20+spirit

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1821550
> cast Hōrin 1d20+spirit

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1821550
>Cast hourin

>>1821594
NICE!

>>1821646
Yah I was pretty happy banging out a 20

I act as quick as I can, the incantation for the 9th Bakudo spell running through my mind and to my lips as I raise the middle and index finger of my left, empty hand.

"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini!!" I command, as the orange light begins to flow from my finger tips, flowing with yellow spirals like the sea in a storm "Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat!""

I roar as the tendril of light wraps around the hollow, sparks flying as it spins against its bindings. I hold it where it stopped, and inch away from my face as Tosen snaps his fingers, drawing my attention down to where he stands.

And in the process, allows me to see the third of the puppet's bullets darting towards me

"Thanks friend" I say quickly, turning back as he nods silently

What do I do?
[] use the hollow as a shield
[] Use the hollow as a blade, and strike the puppet 1d100
[]leap away at the last second 1d20+moblity
[] make a wall of blood to block the shot 1d100 *bloody attack*
[] attempt to shatter it while holding the hollow in the air 1d100
[] Rush forward, using the hollow to cut down its kind 1d100
[] drop the hollow, and begin my bloody dance 1d100 *dangerous*
[] write in

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1821665
[] Use the hollow as a blade, and strike the puppet 1d100

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1821665
>[] Use the hollow as a blade, and strike the puppet 1d100

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>>1821706
>>1821673

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1821665
>[]Leap away at the last second +M

We are rolling like kings

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1821665
>[] Use the hollow as a blade, and strike the puppet 1d100

I've faced a situation like this before, my blade held high as doom flew towards me faster than lighting. and though it might not be my zanpakuto I'm holding up right now, with this hollow's bladed edge, it shall make a good enough stand in with much more reach...unless I use some of Kotei's meal to extend it of course.

Swinging my arm down, I don't move an inch as the bullet roars towards me along with the hollows following wisely behind it, trying to no doubt use it to their advantage for an easier meal. Extending the hold of horin, the "thread" spreads over the battle field, reaching for the quincy's puppet. She just leaps away, and I turn my hand around as I have done so many times before to change my sword's path mid swing and follow her.

Her leap is cut short, as her legs fall with a flash of red. I watch her host's body bounch off the roofs and begin to fall down the hollows, who turn as they sense her spirit, even if it isn't truly inhabiting the body before them. She turns to look at me, her hood barely hiding whatever emotion is written on her face as the hollow struggles in my horin as she lets out a wicked, disgusting laugh.

"Breaking the puppet won't end this" she hisses as hollows begin to claw up and reach for her, even fighting amongst themselves to take the soon to be empty flesh that sits in front of them, either not noticing or caring how stiff the empty corpse's movements have become.

The puppet, stands despite lacking legs on which to rest, the ragged stumps bleeding in the air as the quincy stops holding its head up right, letting it slump to the side revealing it to have been broken by the fall.

Tosen and I glare at her as I struggle to keep the hollow in place.

She's reaching for something in her coat

What do I do?
[] bisect her with the hollow 1d100
[] Throw a massive torrent of blood at her 1d100
[] Catch her with horin as well 1d20+spirit
[] try and get to her before she does....whatever she's doing 1d20+mobility
[] Toss the bladed hollow towards me, to make an opening for me and tosen to run through to get to her 1d100
[] write in

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1821803
>[] Toss the bladed hollow towards me, to make an opening for me and tosen to run through to get to her 1d100

It must be done.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1821803
>[] Toss the bladed hollow towards me, to make an opening for me and tosen to run through to get to her 1d100

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1821803
>[] Toss the bladed hollow towards me, to make an opening for me and tosen to run through to get to her 1d100

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1821803
>Toss the bladed hollow towards me, to make an opening for me and tosen to run through to get to her 1d100

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1821803
[] Toss the bladed hollow towards me, to make an opening for me and tosen to run through to get to her 1d100

Might not be able to run much longer, as I'm quickly getting tired

Hitting her won't do much. She'll just move the removed or broken limbs and accomplish what she was trying to anyways. And I have a fairly good idea of what she's planning on doing already, just from the smell in the air, one I can pick out among the scent of smoke and blood. The smell of hollow bait, she's going to call more hollows here since me and Tosen have thinned the herd a bit already. or maybe she hopes a menos will come even though I had already seen two of them fall, one by my one wild hands.

"Kaname, get ready to charge, I'm opening us up a path" I say, pulling the hollow back sideways towards us as it spins to try to break free, slamming its bladed sides into any hollow too slow, distracted or dimwitted to leap out of the way. I let it go, sending it spinning towards us as the hollows up a route towards the puppet, willingly or not

"Understood, I'll be by yourside, we can't allow ourselves to be separated now" Kaname says coolly as I begin my run, leaping off of the fallen, nearly crippled hollow under me as it hiss weakly and continues groaning mourns for its lost tongue

roll 1d20+mobility

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1821896

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1821896

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1821896

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1821896

>>1821935
Good job.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1821896
That's okay HM, you don't always have to run 8+ hours, that's a lot! The shorter sessions are still pretty long.

"I wasn't planning on leaving you behind, but don't harry for anything besides defending your own life, Kaname!" I yell out as I hold my zanpakuto low and begin to run through the hungering hoard of hollows, stepping over the one's I cut down with their comrade's own body only a few moments before

Tosen nods, as he runs by my side, slashing down a hollow that tried to get in our way. I leap over it and keep running as he steps around it. The hollows quickly realize what we're doing, and try to fall in on us. But I just flow through them, staying somewhere between smoke and flesh as Tosen dodges out of their attacks by the sound of their movements alone.

"Rushing to your deaths? neither of you would get pardon's for you many crimes or forgiveness from me!" the puppet yells, the voice sounding different again as the quincy speaks through its torn throat, no doubt via whatever manner she's been controlling the poor thing since it entered the battlefield "But I'll allow you to die if you're so guilty"

I clamber up the face of a hollow reforming on its head as its cyclopean eye glares up at me, literally burning as it tries to grab onto me and hold me down. I pause for a moment, and glare at the quincy, I am just a few hollows away from her now, and Tosen is still running ahead of me as the horde turns to towards me

What do I do?
[] leap for her 1d20+mobility
[] Oh white rose painted red, oh masked maiden of the dead, come come, watch my dance of blood, come come, die by my hand *full attack* 1d100
[] Launch a bloody attack or two at the puppet 1d100
[] Hold of the hollows so Tosen my strike the quincy bitch 1d100
[]cast Sōkatsui 1d20+spirit
[] What crimes? Defending ourselves? you're family truly lacks wit
[]tch, and killing you will bring me more joy than a full bottle of sake
[] For the many your family have killed, I will find you and wrench your head from your shoulders, zealot
[] Hey want to hear a secret, bitch?
[] writein

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1822026
>>1822026
[] Oh white rose painted red, oh masked maiden of the dead, come come, watch my dance of blood, come come, die by my hand *full attack* 1d100

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1822026
>[]Write in: Shout to Tosen that I'm going to be a distraction, so that Tosen can move ahead without hesitation or fear - after I've cleared the way I can join in

Just gonna guess at a dice roll, D20+ spirit

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1822026
>[] Oh white rose painted red, oh masked maiden of the dead, come come, watch my dance of blood, come come, die by my hand *full attack* 1d100
>[] For the many your family have killed, I will find you and wrench your head from your shoulders, zealot
>[] Hey want to hear a secret, bitch?

>"My tits are bigger than yours"

>>1821947
Thanks!

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1822026
>[] Oh white rose painted red, oh masked maiden of the dead, come come, watch my dance of blood, come come, die by my hand *full attack* 1d100

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1822026
>leap for her 1d20+mobility
>For the many your family have killed, I will find you and wrench your head from your shoulders, zealot

anyone else?

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1822026
>[] Oh white rose painted red, oh masked maiden of the dead, come come, watch my dance of blood, come come, die by my hand *full attack* 1d100

Well, he's going to need a distraction isn't he? and with my zanpakuto and general stubborn durability I am the best and only choice there is to draw the hollows attention away from the Blind Tosen. Still, I could still cut my way to his side with little effort if I move my feet and blade in the right ways. Hmm, well its time to throw myself into the maw of waiting battle once more. With the smell of blood thick in the air and my head, I take a deep breath of it and begin my poem as loud as my voice will allow, so it'll carry to every ear around me over the noise of the gathered horde.

"OH WHITE ROSE PAINTED RED, OH MASKED MAIDEN OF THE DEAD" I yell more than sing, holding my serrated zanpakuto in both of my hands as all the hollows, and the quincy turn to face me. Tosen stops and tries to say something, probably asking what the hell I am doing, I can't be sure as I drown him out with my own voice "COME COME, WATCH MY DANCE OF BLOOD, COME COME, DIE BY MY HAND"

"OUR HANDS" the whispers of Bloody and kotei laugh as I step forward, the blood on my blade rippling as all the grace in my step is lost as the hollows see to test my boast, falling on me at once.

Teeth dig into my flesh, but don't break it, flames lick around me as a chill rakes down my chest, creeping ice breaking through the wicked claws of the hollow that raked the wound open. I grit my teeth, tosen tearing to come back to me.

My eyes twitch, my thoughts dying in the face of battle fury, blood lust. I grin sickly for a moment, my other nature beginning to bubble to surface for a second as my hungering lust for death begins to make itself known for my heart in truth of what it is.

But I push back against what's inside of me, screaming as blood surges out of me, including some of my own, taking the shape of stabbing spears, flying drops like arrows, cutting whips and blades that fly from my own, grasping hands and drowing, chocking balls that float for a second, freeing me from the hollows grasp for a moment.

I grip my blade, barely managing to stand as Kotei takes a bit of my blood and repaints herself crimson and scarlet once more.

Tosen and I lock eyes, and even through his mask I can see his worry

"Go forward, I've faced worse! stop the quincy!" I yell, standing back on my feet, the pain echoing through my bones like a distant memory already, even if a few of those bites did dig in enough to bruise....and the claw marks down my stomach are something to be worried about, but the blood isn't flowing from them as it has frozen by now.

Tosen pauses for a moment, debating if he'll follow my wishes and leave me to face the horde, or join my side and let it grow. Thankfully, he chooses the former, and silently faces the sadistically laughing puppet above him.

and as he prepares to face it, I raise my blade, surround by hollows and pools of stagnant, lifeless blood. I sigh, black smoke slowly turning white drifting from my lips, as I ignore the aching in my body and grin.
cont

>>1822187
I'm used to fighting like a mad dog, outnumbered like this, but I won't ignore my own teachings. in the madness of battle, I wield my blade with skill and grace even if I fight as brutal as a hungry, wild animal.

And besides, I just need a little more blood to stich my bleeding wounds and replace what I've lost, and their is a bountiful harvest before me....still, this could go badly. I pray I won't need to adopt my mask and reveal my nature in front of another, especially a friend like tosen.

But this danger I've thrown myself into is already calling to the side of me who enjoys these battles so deeply. And try as I might, faced with death and danger many wouldn't dare to tread towards, I can't help but smile.

A time to test my skills
my will
and how strong my inner bloodlust truly is.

I just hope I can take this challenge with my shinigami self alone, I don't want to imagine what my hollow self would wrought in this sea of death.

Without a word besides a yell, I rush towards my opponents, as they fall and surround me tighter.

and we'll end here

I've archived
and will answer questions, especially about da'ta

and take suggestions for MCs if you have any, even though I already have enough I'm just curious what you lot have thought up

>>1822209
Daaang cliffhanger

>>1822217
I know how the next thread will start

>>1822209
Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. Get some sleep, you've earned/deserve it.

>>1822222
Do you usually know what will happen next at the end of a sess? Or do you sometimes not know until you write it at the beginning.

These are the kind of questions I have, unfortunately nothing about da'ta.

Do you think about the stories in between sessions?

>>1822209
>and take suggestions for MCs if you have any, even though I already have enough I'm just curious what you lot have thought up


Guy or girl that wanted to break down the combat system of the game for a review for their youtube channel analogue.

Picked the fighter class just as the game isekai'd them. As a former kendo practioner, Fencer/w/e, they then pick up a sword and slam a few points into int and make a bunch of Bs sword skills.

>>1822240
Also, this. Thanks for the session HM.

Wait, I do actually have a da'ta question. Is Da'ta going to be an SOA kind of deal?

>>1822245
I have a vague idea, but usually I leave up what happens to your choices and the roll of dice.

And yes I do think of the stories and plot out the basic routes of the threads and then change those as you get better/worse rolls than I expected or choose a combination of choices I didn't think off or write ins, like the one that led Layla to being a Vampire and such

>>1822249
Hmm, that idea could work

>>1822252
Thanks for playing

>>1822264
Do you mean transported into a video game? technically as far as anyone can tell they've been put in the bodies of their characters in the setting of the VRMMORPG Heroes of Da'ta

But some people think its just advance ai and a secret patch combined with a glitch in the system that makes it less video gamey/ messing with their heads

Others (Most of the ones who actually talk to the former npcs/ don't hide in towns) think they've just been transported to the world of Da'ta

>>1822288
What tier would a passive skill that increases crit rate via using the perception stat to find weaknesses in an enemy's combat style, armor and weapons be?

>>1822288
Aah, cool thanks for the answers HM. Yah, I always wondered how much of it you planned out, like the routes as you say, in between sessions.

It's pretty much impossible to predict what a player will do if there is a write in kinda deal, and rolls of course are the wild card you can always count on.

As per Da'ta, If that's the case, then >>1822249
suggestion is a really good one. I would stay away from the former kendo practitioner part though as it's just way to close to SOA.

But you do still want to keep SOME things about SOA to make the story work. The superficial stuff, like the world, or what techniques you learn, aren't the true heart of that type of story.

It's making you fall in love with cast members, one at a time, and giving them motives people can relate to. The setting etc. is just the cool factor.

I freakin' love SAO. It's extremely character driven, but with a larger point. It's the larger meta-point/meaning that gives it coherency. Which is to explore topics like friendship, love, death, what is consciousness, the soul, etc. And of course there's always a good mystery going on to keep you wanting to know what happens next, too.

In stories where it's JUST character driven, without a larger meta-meaning or point/goal, I find it just less heart-tuggy and less interesting. That's my own personal taste though.

Like comparing Attack on Titan to SAO. To me, despite AOT being more solid in terms of world and setting, it's characters are more gritty etc. It's character driven with almost nothing else underneath it. And I can feel that. A character is a friend one day, then way later you find out they betrayed you, then they change their minds, etc. And it's good in that it's a slow-burn style story, but it's also less captivating (to me) than something like SAO where the tone is so sure of itself, because it knows what it's really trying to do. Despite having less consistent worlds, or more holes in the setting, etc. It basically focuses more on the big picture than the details, which are sometimes a little silly.

Like WHO in the world would have a vr gun game, like gungale online and have trajectory paths you could see? No way. If it was VR, it would be like a FPS, no doubt.

ANYwway, this has become a long rant on things I like. lol

But yah! If you have any thoughts shoot them back. If not, that's cool too and have a great night then!

>>1822313
In da'ta? Well depends on the classes and learning skill you have. You can train to learn it, or study to get it. It would also come naturally to frontline fighters at a certain level, I think.

Like you could learn say the weakness in the standard Toladarian knight's fighting style by training with one for awhile, while say reading a book about hivers would give you similar benefits against them

so it depends

>>1822338
Honestly I just wanted to have a seen where people mock the Mc by saying the Int or perception stat is utterly useless for fighters, and that the Mc is a fool for putting points in it. then our Mc points out that (insert eye skill name here) scales based on that stat.

Other ideas are a storm Mage pelting foes with ice water wing and lightning.

Elf rouge that has bad allergies in the city

Machinist exploring the shit that can be crafted now with the isekai happening.

>>1822348
those could all work

>>1822364
and gives me a few ideas, so thanks man

>>1820701
fuck you

>>1822468
Why?

>>1822511
Single post. It's just troll bait HM. Luckily you answered too late for them to stick around.

>>1822558
I know, but I am always curious.

also what would you want the MCs class to be in data, I'm curious

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>>1822595
Also made the OP pic

>>1822595
Mm. Good question. Really, I think more like an artist than a player, as you know. So I'd say pick whatever class you can easily come up with ideas to break it or use it uniquely.

Because our MC will most likely have to have some kind of edge on people. Although, then again, it doesn't have to necessarily be in their way of using class skills inherently.

If it's all the same to you, and you can come up with something cool no matter what the class, if the class is just flavor, I've always had a thing for cyberpunk feeling things. So anything mixing modern day feel with fantasy.

So for example, cybernetic engineer, who has maybe a hashasheen kind of ruleset/style. I'm just mixing two lores together - one from the future, and one from the past.

So to expand that example, I can take some truth and mix it with fiction. So I might take the use of a drug and being skilled in assassinating as a 'way of life' from the from the hashashin, then try to gel that together with being an engineer for cybernetics.

So I might come up with something like this: This class take nano-engineered drugs to enhance whatever they are doing. They have a strange religious notion of the drug taking, and there are some among them who specialise in mixing the drugs just right - since the drugs are nano-machines it's not just an art in chemistry, but in programming. The drugs in turn enhance your mind, allowing you to program better, or various other unique skills, like perhaps connecting with machines, understanding AI, and of course, helping you focus to be a better assassin, those kinds of things. Perhaps there are some standard ceremonial drugs for certain skills and occasions, and someone particularly skilled at modifying the code could break them and make them do extra special things, due to some clever twist in the programming.

The odd religious nature of taking the drugs to enhance yourself would have to tie in with the story. It may turn out that the drugs are turning humans into 'something else' - you could always play that angle. And this will eventually create factions - people who think those who are not enhanced are not worth keeping in the new coming world.. etc. Or it can be entirely different. Those who are taking the drugs perhaps, discover they can be 'internet walkers' they can walk from one Da'ta world into the next, whereas most people are confined to one server, or etc.

There are lots of possibilities.

Whatever you pick, pick something you can work with story wise. That's what I'd want. Whatever you can use to the best impact for the story, for tugging at feelings.

>>1822610
Cool, I like the perspective on the knight.

>>1822757
Hmmm
There are ways you can do this or something similar

I might find a way to make an item/ class/ or faction like this

>>1822759
niceu niceu

Da'ta Omake: Sari

Sari opened her eyes. She looked to her left. A white counter. Do they count things on it? Or is it a counterpoint, for the knife when you chop vegetables. Is this a kitchen? Her vision sharpened and she saw two figures in long white coats come into full focus. One was a man with short black hair and silver rimmed glasses, middle aged, the second was a woman with red hair tied back, around the same age, and with clear blue eyes.

"I'm in the hospital."

"That's right, Sari, but not just any hospital, take a look around. Can you be more specific?" The man with the black hair said folding his arms and smiling.

"It's..." Sari looked to her left, there were prosthetic - no, cybernetic - forearms attachments, along with a fine drill and screwdriver, as well as a large console interface flashing her vital-data.

"I am an AI."

"That's right, Sari. Good job." said the woman.
"And?" the man asked, taking a step toward Sari.

"And this is a cyerbnetics repair and birthing center."

"Right," the man said, the word drawn out. "It's all settled then, you're perfectly fine."

"Listen, do you have any memories?" The woman with the blue eyes asked her.

"No," said Sari.

"And, how do you feel?" the woman asked.

"I'm afraid," said Sari.

"And why is that?" asked the man in the labcoat.

"Because, I'm thinking, when I die, will it be the same?"

"Will what be the same?" said the woman with the red hair.

"The same as this. I can't remember anything before this moment. Will it be the same? I'll never remember anything again, forever?"

The two natural born humans looked at each other.

"Well.. er," the man started to say before the woman interrupted, "Sari, this isn't the kind of question we can answer."

"Why not?" asked Sari.

"Well, you see, we're in the same boat as you, wouldn't you think?" The man said.

"Weren't you here before me?" asked Sari.

"We were, yes, but not always. You see, we too were 'born' Sari. There was a time when we didn't exist in this present form. Just like you're made up of metals and plastics, molecules, and elements, we're made of nearly the same elements. You should know this, it's in your subset of base information data, and you're also wired to the local world network."

"Perhaps there's something wrong," said the woman.

"No," said Sari. "There is nothing wrong, data analysis of my system tells me that I meet the sum check for my program, and your instrumentation over there," she points a long finger toward the console, "corroborates this. She pauses to form her question. "I guess what I'm asking is, will I cease to exist?"

"And we understood you, Sari," answered the woman. "What you're asking is, 'do I have a soul' and no living thing knows the answer to that question. Tell me, what do you think. Sari, do you think you have a soul?"

(Cont.)

Sari felt the soft mattress of the hospital bed under her fingers as she sat there, staring at the only two other beings in her existence, and thought about how they didn't know the answer to this, the most important question. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"How should I know!?" She blurted out, her voice distorted, higher in pitch, more coarse. Something hot was running down her cheeks. She touched it and looked at it for analysis. Tears. So these are tears.

Sari was struck by the difference between her database of knowledge, and the richness of experiential data itself. This kind of data, this level of data, was not embedded in her already, could not have been, not unless there was a mind transfer from another, former living being. She knew this based on her knowledge, not her experience.

Worry creased the blue eyes of the woman with the red hair as she looked at her partner. The man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his mouth a slight frown.

"She is still a child, Dr. Sanders. A child with knowledge, yes. But a child, nonetheless. Her ability to understand her existential predicament so soon is, astounding, to say the least. Yet perhaps, we should put off further questions of this nature until she has managed to learn some emotional control."

"Very well Dr. Stevens," said the woman."I'm, sorry Sari. I shouldn't have asked you a question I couldn't answer myself."

'They did this on purpose,' Sari thought. 'They started off by asking me if I had any memories. Of course I don't have any memories, I was just born. They're testing me.'

Sari scanned her database and chose the first proper response she could find in order to get back to her thoughts as soon as possible.

"I accept your apology," her lips said as her mind spun off into multiple directions trying to wrap itself around the problem of existence.

***

Dr. Stevens and Dr. Sanders left Sari occupied with an interactive console program, one meant to help socialize her when human beings couldn't be present. It was an AI too, but not like Sari, no. Sari was only one of three on this world, and for all anybody knew, on any world.

"I didn't like her response," said Dr. Sanders as she walked down the long white hallway beside her colleague.

"It was too hostile, I agree," said Dr. Stevens.
"But she is a child."

"So you said, John, but this is exactly why I'm here. Threat assessment."

John Stevens pursed his thin lips. "It wasn't much of a threat, I mean a small emotional outburst--"

"And a small emotional outburst from a despot with the right weapon could destroy a planet."

"Don't be so extreme, Sandra."

Sandra Sanders stopped, turned on her heel, and faced Dr. Stevens with those bright blue eyes. "It's not extreme John, everyone here except for -you- and the seeing-eye dog on the second ward can see that we're potentially facing an existential threat."

(Cont.)

John closed his eyes and removed his glasses. He wiped his face with a kercheif from his pocket and said, "Sandra, it doesn't work that way. This isn't like the movies, or a science fiction novel, even if she had access to the UVN itself there is no hardware in existence that she could run on except for the other two units and both are confined to this planet, and under the same surveillance."

"Well what about that, then?" Dr. Sanders crossed her arms. "What if one of them took over the other bodies?"

"What? Nonsense. What good would it do? I'm disappointed in you for not asking what you should have -- the real question is not what if they swap bodies, the real question is, if human beings, with human bodies, could build those three very singular units, what is stopping them from doing the same?"

"That's exactly what I'm getting at J. Stevens."

Dr. Steven's thin black brows came together. She never called him using his initial unless she wanted to remind him of their school days, before he was 'Doctor' Stevens.

"But not through the web. Everyone suspects they'll just find a hack, a work around, some way to convert their code to run on any and every device - it's not possible. No, if they want to conquer the world they'll have to do it the hard way. From within a single body - or three, if you like - with hard work and grit." John smiled wryly.

Dr. Sanders' lips wore a pout. "You're just protecting her."

John's mouth opened, then shut again. The statement caught him off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"You have no children of your own, isn't that right Dr. Stevens?"

"Well, that's hardly--," he cut off abruptly and never finished the sentence. She was after all, right.

"The way you talked about the project; about her. You were one of the seven who designed her. It was only a logical conclusion, John."

"Be that as it may, I wasn't lying. The three units are irreplicable."

"We'll see," said Dr. Sanders.

***

Sari's door opened just a crack, and the bubble of her thoughts popped as she looked to see who was entering.

'She looks just like her,' thought the psycholigist, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Dr. Stevens?" asked Sari.

A man with long black hair opened the door the rest of the way admitting himself before shutting it behind him. He wore the same coat as the others, but he had a blue pen tucked into his front pocket and was holding an old fashioned clip board. He pulled a fat device out of his pocket, waved it around the room and the lights dimmed to a soft yellow.

"Psychologist M. Jotali. Did I fail the test?" asked Sari. She had never seen him before, not with her eyes - but he was in her database. He was one of the seven.

Dr. Jotali's gray eyes widened with surprised at being recognized, but it was to be expected. He was after all, in her database.

(Cont.)

"The test? Oh no, Sari, you've passed the test. In fact, you look and act entirely human. We were only concerned that you would, well, hurt the others in the room. You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Me?" she pointed to her chest.

'So even an AI considers their real self to reside in the heart,' he thought.

"Well, would you?" he asked bluntly.

"No, I--" an expression of hurt crossed her features. "No."

"My wife died, and you look like her, I'm sorry. I just want... one last time."

Dr. Jotali brushed a strand of black hair out of his gray eyes and took a step closer to Sari, taking out the pen from his pocket. But instead of jotting down notes he plunged the tip of the pen deep into Sari's bare leg, exposed by the hospital gown. He pressed the top with his thumb and she felt a slight pinch before a burning sensation climbed through her veins.
The nano-injected molecules started to spread, first paralysing her thighs.

'I can't move my legs! What is happeneing?' Sari said. Panic welled up inside of her. "Doctor is this another test?!"

"Shhh, shhh, Sari, yes it's a test." Dr. Jotali pressed a finger to her lips. The gesture was lost on her. She couldn't bring herself to search her database for what it meant. Instead the will to survive had shut out everything else and everything in her mind was bent on how to stop the paralysis poison.

A quick scan of her system revealed the drug had spread rapidly, it had already paralyzed down to the knees and part way up her stomach. Another check revealed she had no antibodies that could counteract it.

"But, there's no way to stop it. It, it can't be a test..."

Sari felt the weight of the doctor's body press against her on the hospital bed, forcing her down to a lying position, his hands firmly pressing her wrists against the bed. Trembling, she shut her eyes and tried using the local web to call for help but she came up against a barrier. Something was blocking her access to the network. It was then she realized she would have to rely on her natural instincts, she would have to trust her new body alone.

Sari remembered that her arms were still free. Her breathing became heavy and a rush of desperate energy rippled through her muscles as she pushed the doctor with with as much force as she could.

Dr. Jotali's face contorted with pain as he felt his ribs crack. He took a few sharp breathes and clutched at his chest with his hands. He stumbled over Sari and fell to the hard tiled floor. His breathing rapid, and erratic.

"My heart! You--you monster!!" Doctor Jotali's eyes fluttered as he lost consciousness.

By now the paralysis had spread to everywhere but halfway up her neck and her toes.

(Cont.)

Just then, the door slid open. The middle aged man with the silver rimmed glasses stood there frozen in the doorway, his short black hair dishevelled, his eyes scanning the room, first looking at the body on the floor, then to Sari's immobile body, and the pen sticking out of her bare leg. Her gown was open.

"Sari, what happened?!" exclaimed John.

"Ah dow-n't knn-ow, "she said, her speech slurred from the poison now making it's way up to her face. "Mah body said som-thing was-s wrong."

John had an idea of what had happened. But he also knew that under the circumstances no one would believe that she was only defending herself.

Just to be sure, Dr. Stevens bent over Dr. M. Jotali. No pulse with a broken rib, and it was driven in deep. Blood was seeping through the white lab coat, it had already pooled and spread down to the floor.

John's eyes glassed over with unshed tears as he tapped his lips with his fingers. "No, this won't do."

Dr. Jotali had insisted on turning off the surveillance, a necessary risk, he'd said. If an AI is to be treated as truly human, she should be afforded the same right to privacy during her consultations. He would take manual notes of course, and keep the door locked, so the only risk would be to himself. He was trained in de-escalation, and in case anything went wrong he had the auto-injector, disguised as a pen, as a last resort.

'And like a fool I had agreed with him,' John thought. Dr. Sanders of course was vehemently against it, but her opinion was outnumbered. 'Maybe I had let our argument in the hallway get the better of me and dug my heels in just to spite her. No, that wasn't it. I wanted Sari to be treated as, human. I played right into it. Either way, this was my fault.'

John Stevens stepped carefully over Dr. Jotali and he slipped his arm under Sari's back. It was wet. 'Sweat. She's so real. No, she -is- real,' he thought.

He looked into her now frozen green eyes.

(Cont.)

"You'll be okay, all right? Everything's going to be okay. We're going somewhere safe. You'll be okay." John slipped his other arm behind her legs and lifted the android from her hospital bed.

'She's so heavy,' he thought. 'But, not any more than Caryn, or any other girl of her size.'

His face then took on a look of concentrated determination as he hoisted her over his shoulder and headed toward the emergency exit. With one arm firmly holding her body in place he extended his left hand and pressed the clearance pad. The door breathed out trapped air as the bolts clicked back into the doorframe and the door slid into the ground revealing a tight hallway dimly lit by intermittent cylindrical lights.

John pressed forward, running as fast as he could with the added weight. Before getting too far he remembered to push the clearance pad on the side wall of the corridor and the door rose up behind him snapping back into place with the faintest click and a brief sound of suction. Each step felt like agony, especially at his age, and in his shape. But he couldn't give up now. No, it was too late. She would live. He was determined. She would live.

THE END

HM, can this omake be worth a reroll in the next session?

>>1827440
Oh I just saw this. I'll read through it later but sure.

Could you give me a tldr before I read through it thought? and remind me of the reroll and this omake next thread in case I forget

>>1827968
I'm sure you'll remember. It's an ultra long Omake so dauntingly long that your heart sinks.

I think that'll stick in your mind.

As for tldr, that would probably be too much work. As much as your eyes scream in agony hoping they don't have to read that monster of a story to be kind to a fan of yours who plays your games, - as much as that - I too don't want to go through it to come up with a tldr summation of what had happened. Nay. nay it shall not be done.

Though don't worry about it, I totally understand if you don't feel like reading it, you have permission from the very person who wrote it, not to read it, and not feel guilty. You have been absolved my brother. May no other brother call you a knave or think poorly of you for this decision, for you have been granted permission and amnesty from, The Counsol.

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huh, well I completely missed this. Been kinda absent from qst, found a few other places to read quests and so have been archive binging like hell.

as for the da'ta discussion i'd still like a character that isn't really a traditional 20-something gamer, but wouldn't really be comfortable with someone younger so that just leaves older... the characters probably gonna end up female cause this is an HM quest, which i'm fine with.

as for builds, something not focused on direct damage, either a buff/debuff type or maybe a trap/terrain abuser? Or a summoner I don't think we've really done one of those and it gives players an excuse to collect people they like...

maybe some sort of instrument based summoner/bard?

>>1828585
*looks around nervously.*

What does that mean!???

>>1828741
Oh I have ideas for older characters

Single mother trying to find common ground with her kids/ trying to find a hobby now that her nest is empty
and
One of the design/concept artists of the game itself, who decided to finally see what their work looks like in "reality", or wants one last romp through the game for some reason, maybe a new update won't mesh with a some minor disability/ quirk that won't let them use the VR system anymore

And there are several classes like that, made a contractor advance class that makes you a master summoner. And I'm fairly sure several of the starting classes can fit the first set of archetypes

>>1828991
Just realized

meant to reply to
>>1828665

>>1829843
That's what I thought