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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you witnessed Virgo put an end to Orion, broke a rib or two, explored the local town, and picked up some jobs. Good luck, and fair skies.

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Journal Entry #38
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You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, an armor officer of the army of the Archduchy of Strossvald, and you are on your way to what could be your first combat deployment.

It was, to be frank, a welcome change from the nonsense that happened during your short time in what was purported to be garrison duty. At the very least, should Valsten, the country to the south whose border you were headed to by train, decide to raise some hell, they wouldn’t be doing it with soul eating monsters or annoying masked wizards.

You had been explaining the recent war history of Valsten to Maddalyn, your arranged fiancée and resident expert in the bizarre and supernatural. She had been bored, so you had decided to share the contents of your briefing papers with her. Being blind in a manner that made it impossible for her to read printed text, it wasn’t as if she could read them herself.

Maddalyn had promptly observed certain aspects of Strossvald’s military history that had uncomfortable implications.

You were no expert in politics, but you knew plenty enough to know when you weren’t supposed to be talking about something.

“The walls have ears, Maddy,” you hold up a hand and gesture to the thin wooden door to the compartment on the train that you shared, “Don’t make me a widower before we’re even married.”

Maddalyn frowned and looked back out the window. It was open for her sake; she couldn’t see through glass, for reasons you ill understood, but the noise from the rattling tracks outside wasn’t such that you needed to raise your voices.

“I thought you didn’t really care about such things,” she said, “You’re so inquisitive about threats to the state, yet when it comes to questioning the same state you dutifully look away.”

“What could be done about it anyways?” you ask defensively, “All we can hope for is that we come out on the other side with as few nicks and scratches as possible. That’s certain not to happen if you think about such things too hard.”

“I don’t know,” Maddalyn half closed her eyes, “Something. Plenty of other people had to have noticed it. What happens when enough countries outside of us decide to do something about it?”

“I refer to my earlier statement.” You said.

“Richter, you must have figured out by now,” the hollow, strange echo of Poltergeist’s voice floated in the window. Maddalyn recoiled and fell backwards as his face rose up and looked into the window. The shrouded soulbinder propped his masked chin on two hands, resting his elbows on the rim of the window, with his cloak billowing in the wind. “The young lady doesn’t think such passivity is very sexy.”

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You wake up in a dark and cramped room. Groggy and confused, you try to stand up and realize that this room is, in fact, a coffin. You push upwards and leave it. After some surveying, you can see that you are on some sort of large, rocky, platform with runes surrounding you in a circle. The corpse of a man dressed in robes lies before you, with an arrow coming out of his head. As you kneel to inspect, you notice that your body is made entirely out of bones; you're a skeleton!

With a forest surrounding you and nowhere to go, what do you do now?

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“Everything dies.” – Ancient saying, origin unknown.

The Aurora has some pretty good medical facilities on board, a fact that you're damn grateful for. After everything that you've been through, it's nice to lie back in a hospital bed and float in a haze of laudanum.

Jagoda stops by a few times a day, giving you updates about the Aurora and her crew, or just spending some time on idle chatter. Once, she brings the Aurora's captain to meet you, a taciturn man named Taziker who offers the barest minimum of conversation before leaving. From what Jagoda mentions afterwards, it's about as much as she expected from the captain – the simple fact that he emerged from his private quarters was a sign of his respect.

Other than that, your fellow Wolf has a limitless supply of vulgar jokes to share with you, humour that drips with all manner of filth. You try and laugh along with them, but your heart isn't in it. You sense that Jagoda isn't just telling them for her own good, either – she tries not to show it but the encounter with the beast, like nothing either of you had ever really seen before, has left her shaken. Vulgar jokes, it seems, are her escape.

You have your own ways of avoiding the issue, even if that means focusing on an entirely different conundrum. Your thoughts keep returning to Nihilo, and the strangely lifeless feel it had to it. You've tried to go their under your own power, thinking hard about that abyss whenever you doze, but it never works.

It seems that you're stuck here, stranded in the real world until something changes.

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You are Irue Valen, blood heir to House Valen, and currently riding horseback through a familiar forest which had never seemed so strange in an effort to find your missing Testament. You spent a great deal of time searching for missing Testaments, and you had kind of hoped that phase of your life was going to be over soon.

"You want to know more about the Shrine's teachings?" You could barely make out Eleanore's voice over your shoulder, her arms wrapped reluctantly around your waist as she took up the rearmost seat on the horse; A fact which had led you to tightening your grip on Tim in turn simply out of fear that you'd both go flying off if something agitated the stupid beast.

If Tim was inconvenienced by becoming the anchor to a small chain of deathgrips, he was being considerate enough to not bring it up.

That aside, her presence kept your hair tucked safely out of the wind, which made the ride far less infuriating than your last one had been. "I'm not sure where I would start. Is there something you're curious about?" It was also a decent way for you to pass the time in order to clear up some of the curiosities you had amassed since waking up in this false world. Eleanore had let slip several times a heartfelt belief in tenets of the Shrine you had simply taken for granted through out your life, but given the determination she had shown, you somehow got the feeling they hadn't always been like that.

They were deviances from the norm and what you knew. Not unlike the fact that she was the representative for an eight Mana that you had gone your entire life not even knowing existed... Despite, apparently, having lived directly next to a place brimming with its presence. While you were primarily here in order to retrieve Ari, you doubted you'd be getting out of here without a fight unless you could piece together what the meaning of this false world even was.

It was shameful how long it took you to realize just what kind of place you had stumbled into, but there wasn't much of an option for you now but to try and navigate it without inadvertently drawing the ire of its Guardian... Or worse.

>Shrine Policies she disagrees with
>Talk about Dryad (what about it?)
>The disaster in East Heaven
>Other? (write-in)

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Testing the water on a new quest, dependent on participation it may or may not be continued on alternating weekends with Zatch Bell Quest. Lets begin with some character creation. This will determine your potential for future actions, storyline, and more.

First off. What era are you born in.
>A)Long before the events of Aang, the last Airbender.
>B)Following the death of Korra
>C)Farther into the future in a modern timeline.

Next. Who are your parents and what did they do.

"My mother is a ___ and my father is an ___.
>A)Airbender.
>B)Firebender.
>C)Waterbender.
>D)Earthbender.
>E)Normal person.

What is your personality?
>A) Arrogant and Physically stronger.
>B) Shy and Quick to learn.
>C) Outspoken but a wonderful people person.
>D) All around average. No different than anyone else.

How old are you?
>A) 10years old
>B) 18 years old
>C) 23 years old

You are.
>Male.
>Female.

Lastly, what land had you been born in?
>A) Northern Earth kingdom
>B) Southern Earth Kingdom
>C) North pole
>D) South pole
>E) Fire Nation
>F) Northern Air temple
>G) Southern Air temple
>H) The Swamp
>I) The Desert
>J) Republic City (Only if born after the time of Korra)

Ahh, I almost forgot. You also have had a pet since... Well as long as you can remember. That pet is a(n).
>A) Fire ferret
>B) Air Lemur
>C) Dragon Hawk
>D) Iguana Parrot
>E) Eel hound
>F) Ostrich Horse
>G) Wolf Bat
>H) Oh wait, That was every other Avatar. You spent play time learning different skills.

Feel free to answer these all in one go or select
>Z) Mystery box
For any of them

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In which the lights have gone out at a party.

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Several awkward seconds of darkness pass in relative silence, with the exception of someone who thought it would be funny to yell "I'm blind!".

Then the door is kicked down and suddenly you really are blind as high intensity Scyth tactical beams sweep the room.

"Police! Nobody move!"

>-1 Nerves

Instinctively people begin to run, breaking windows and vanishing into back rooms. The Scyth point man fires a taser net on a nearby group of concert goers, bringing four of them down in one spazzing heap. They've barely hit the ground before more Scyths begin to flood the room.

Mina and Dennis have already leaped out of the booth and are scrambling to get out of a window although they're impeded by numerous others with the same idea. Deng Li began running for the back of the bar but has been knocked over by others and is barely able to avoid being trampled.

You are the wealthy scion of a business magnate. On your person you have a small vial of illegal cocaine for special occasions, your MedCorp ID, a Patek Phillipe wrist watch, and $200. You are also a disgusting mutant.

You ponder your options.

STR/STA: 3/3
Nerves: 4/5


>Run for the back of the bar (3d6)
>Run for the back of the bar and try to help Deng Li (3d6)
>Head for the windows (3d6)
>Head for the windows and try to assist Mina and Dennis (3d6)
>Stay where you are
>Write-in (3d6)

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The boy waked forward, his shadow far darker than those around him. He kept his head low as his former future peers and current superiors looked upon him with disdainful glares and pity as he walked his way through the far too clean streets of a recreation type of town that had as far as they knew simply ceased to exist. It was pristine and clean, but fake. As was the boy's expression, though outwardly he showed a strong, solemn expression, accepting his punishment and new path in life with little fuss inside he was terrified, his mechanical heart beat to the point over heating. There was a demon in his shadow, one that could easily destroy him and all he held dear. He had no idea why it was here, but....he had given his soul to save his own life from the monsters that traveled with her. A single drop of sweat rolled down his brow as he finally looked up, the street opening up before him with a hiss as a set of four armed guards, wearing pale white metal and face covering masks rushed out. Followed quickly by a small red headed girl in a lab coat.

"Opening sector 7 A" one of the guards said calmly, not even glancing at the boy as he dragged his feet towards the polished metal stairs, hoping none would notice what his shadow had become "Please don't rush out, the air out here isn't...fresh you know"

"I know, I know but...I just" the girl sighed shaking her head as she stood in front of the boy, not noticing the pleading look in his eye or perhaps misinterapting it for him begging her to get him out of his current situation "lost control of me emotions, I'll be back in the facility shortly, just let me talk to Jake first"

The boy ignored her and tried to walk around her.

"Hey, don't pretend I don't exist! talk to me! you have to talk to someone, you're life was just ruined, don't just lock yourself away like this, if you need to vent and cry, please just...please just do it, I'm here for you jake, I'll always will be even if you're demoted to nothing" the girl, huffed angrily, grabbing his arm, gripping it tightly. He could feel her metal bones beneath her skin as they dug into his. He turned to her and frowned deeply. Before today he had thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but now...she looked plain and almost ugly. He saw every imperfection in her face in body, and compared them to the...inhuman perfection the demoness possessed, her looks were a brilliant flame compared to his dearest friend's spark.

the girl's eyes were filled with tears and sadness

"Please" She said again. The boy felt the demon's hands creeping on his back and around his neck as he turned away from his only friend, his heart growing cold as he listened to the voice in his ear and repeated what it said, in a voice as smooth as oil.

cont

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You’re not Katsuya.

That’d be weird, because you’re trying to watch him right now.

Hold on, that sounds off. It’s not what it seems like, alright?

Okay, okay, okay. It is what it sounds like. Shut up, brain.

You triangulate. Electricity flows through where it shouldn’t, sparks and signals sent miles away, bouncing off of cell towers on and on until you get something. Closer. Just a little bit more.

Got it.

Closing your eyes, you see Katsuya’s phone camera turn on, as if another set of eyes has opened. And now all you see… is nothing. Greaaat.

You lie down and shift the pillow under you, trying to get into a more comfortable position. The floor’s kinda cold, and your clothes are kinda breezy, but it can’t be helped. Reaching forth blindly, you hand lightly taps upon an open bag of sugar candy, into which you reach and pop one in your mouth.

Okay, let’s try that again. Your psi activates once more, a tidal wave flowing forth from his phone, crashing into the walls of the room. A laptop webcam. Another person’s cell. Respective microphones.

This is a pain.
>The laptop’s on, at least.
>Turn on Katsuya’s microphone.
>Turn on ALL the microphones.
>Check the other cell phone.
>Put your head down and try not to die. You mean, fall asleep.
>Write-in.

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You are HOLLY, a Titan Pilot for the Frontier Militia!

So far, your mission had been a fair success. You had managed to pick up the IMC deserters and convince them to join up with the Frontier Militia. Thanks to the repair of a planetary defense cannon, which was fixed thanks in no small part to you, you had managed to buy enough time for the IMC deserters to load up and evacuate the system.

So, now the Vengeance was leading a small flotilla of beat up but still brand new IMC warships and transports back to Harmony, where they could be processed.

However, due to the haste in which the evacuation was carried out, that also meant the Vengeance had to take on some of the deserters as passengers, including their apparent commander, Hessler, and her lieutenant/enforcer Hess.

You give a loud yawn as you wake up from a much needed rest. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder what you should do today. The ship wouldn't be reaching Harmony for at least another day, so you had plenty of free time in the meanwhile.

>Go check out the workshop and see how Naru is doing.
>Hang out in the hangar with BLL.
>See what Tarin is up to in the bridge.
>Other

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You are a traveler in a dark and forsaken land. Monsters and daemons are becoming stronger in power and numbers everyday. Humanity is in a dark place, and you fight to push back the night.
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The only light you have comes from what little moon glow comes through the tree branches. Your breath comes out ragged and uneven as you sprint down the beaten dirt path. It takes significant effort to stay focused as you notice a shadow on either side of you, matching your pace just past the underbrush. You can hear the third one coming up behind you, gaining speed. A low, unnatural howl breaks the sound of running and labored breaths. The shadows jump towards you revealing themselves.

You pivot, turning to face your enemies. In front of you are three maggot riddled, rotting hounds. Patches of fur and skin are missing from their bodies and dead, sightless eyes track your every move. Time to make your stand, you fall into the familiar motions of your training.

You are a:
>Knight
>Daemon Hunter
>Warlock

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Like a vase shattering in reverse, the pieces start coming together.

You loved Cylellinth, she convinced you to run away. The master of arms, a brutal fighter often brought back prizes for your family.

He would come for you.

While primarily mercantile family, a lesser "noble family" (a very effective mercenary group given status by marrying into the family) had been absorbed into your own. They would come with the master of arms, to take you back.

You know the layout, how they fight, how he thinks.

>What do you do?
You have two pieces of important information:
Why they are here.
Their layout and fighting capabilities.

For each piece of information roll 1d20+3

Previous thread here: >>1230495

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REFUGES FROM /POL/ COME HERE
and roll 1d99999999 instead of digits.