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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Tengoku no Owari SI IC - The Beach Episode THAT NEVER FUCKING ENDS
« on: February 29, 2020, 11:30:03 am »
Minato
So there's some explosions outside, some shouting, that guy who appeared in your lap might have just gotten decapitated but he seems better now. Typical awakened stuff.
"It's always rough at the beginning or so I've been told. Have you taken her shopping? Think she could do with some warded clothing."
Sakurako
"<Eh it's probably fine, I mean, Gwen's got that black beast sealed inside her and she's here. Well not -here- here but y'know.>"
"<At the academy.>"
"<Yeah! It's not too weird to have special circumstances, what matters is learning how to deal with it and being around to help each other out!>"
"<If you can fight it's a plus. Wait -can- you fight?>"
You're not sure how you're supposed to read that. It could either be that they actually do need someone who can fight, which well, you technically can, though you don't seem to have the best track record, or...
Or they were dragging a random girl who for all they knew is just a civilian into an event security gig for a soul-eating abomination.
Noriko
The chapel did not have a garden. The garden had a chapel.
Take the patterns from a playing card, the complex patterns, the ones you'd find on a face card. That is what they are, the vines that twist across the arches and scaffolds, too desaturated to be called vibrant, too colorful to be called dull. They spill forth from great hanging bowls, tracing through the channels and up the scaffolds. They twist up the pillars branching outwards like trees, they streak across the arches blooming with dice and diamonds.
The coordinates have lead you to a quest hub, a clearing of trimmed grass patterned like hotel carpet faux ancient rock formations serving the same role as the pillars back in Guantanamo Bay. Your party descends, Patricija with the thrusters built into her very body, Patricija and Kouta (with whom you have no blood relation) upon a summoned steed with wings of white and armor trimmed with gold. You get the locations from the information desk, from a man half priest half dealer.
You take a winding path to the beach through a hedge tunnel lit by gacha screens and follow the path from there past the oversized beach umbrellas and the blackjack tables beneath them. Eventually you reach the chapel a striking yet unassuming affair, an oversized arch elongated into a structure oriented toward the sea. A pure white with clear glass windows, what decorations they may have added were placed outside instead, assimilating the blasted ruins of whatever occupied this place before.
The rendezvous point is a ways to the side, some manner of wishing well structure placed amidst one of the larger patches of rubble, frameless windows of stained glass piercing the earth like the excessively ornate shivs of a some rando giant. The iconography is almost certainly religious, though it's not exactly what you'd expect to find in a church back home.
For starters the figure front and center is not the whitest looking middle eastern dude in existence. No, it's a motherfucking dragon. A giant fucking dragon with three heads and ridged contoured body with a sheen and design more evocative of armor and machinery than anything natural. It floats above a stone altar massive scroll unfurling at its feet like a great carpet, its contents ineligible. With both claws it grasps a heart in hands, rays of light streaking radially from it. In each ray you can see the images of a random anime waifu designed almost certainly by focus groups than anything else. Around the dragon various figures reach towards the light. To the left are brides and grooms, kings and emperors. To the right are burning skeletons and dying soldiers, beggars and lepers. Raining from above are cards and poker chips, lightning and white trucks.
Around this mural black lotus flowers bloom, and sitting beside them is the client and the bride. The bride is somehow the more striking of the two, clad in full plate visor down and sword at her hip. Only reason you can even tell she's the bride is that dress overlayed on top of it, white fabric pouring out from the joints, a veil accompanying her helmet. Whoever or whatever they are beneath, you cannot tell. The client meanwhile is, you're guessing they're the best man or something, more importantly they're a giant snake that moves with its upper length erect such that its head is level with Ren's. It's dressed in something a little more victorian era, tails and tophat, literal doodle arms sticking out ot its sleeves.
"<Princess! To think you would be the one to answer my call!>"
"<We were in the neighborhood. This is Noriko>"
she nods towards you
"<her brother Kouta>"
you make it clear you two are not blood related
"<and er...>"
"<Ren.>"
"<It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Noah, I will be happy to assist in any way I can.>"
[]Ask to see the chapel
[]Ask for a rundown on the details
[]Ask about the bride
[]Ask Patricija to tell him you and Kouta aren't blood-related, you're not sure you got your message across in english
[](Write in)
So there's some explosions outside, some shouting, that guy who appeared in your lap might have just gotten decapitated but he seems better now. Typical awakened stuff.
"It's always rough at the beginning or so I've been told. Have you taken her shopping? Think she could do with some warded clothing."
Sakurako
"<Eh it's probably fine, I mean, Gwen's got that black beast sealed inside her and she's here. Well not -here- here but y'know.>"
"<At the academy.>"
"<Yeah! It's not too weird to have special circumstances, what matters is learning how to deal with it and being around to help each other out!>"
"<If you can fight it's a plus. Wait -can- you fight?>"
You're not sure how you're supposed to read that. It could either be that they actually do need someone who can fight, which well, you technically can, though you don't seem to have the best track record, or...
Or they were dragging a random girl who for all they knew is just a civilian into an event security gig for a soul-eating abomination.
Noriko
The chapel did not have a garden. The garden had a chapel.
Take the patterns from a playing card, the complex patterns, the ones you'd find on a face card. That is what they are, the vines that twist across the arches and scaffolds, too desaturated to be called vibrant, too colorful to be called dull. They spill forth from great hanging bowls, tracing through the channels and up the scaffolds. They twist up the pillars branching outwards like trees, they streak across the arches blooming with dice and diamonds.
The coordinates have lead you to a quest hub, a clearing of trimmed grass patterned like hotel carpet faux ancient rock formations serving the same role as the pillars back in Guantanamo Bay. Your party descends, Patricija with the thrusters built into her very body, Patricija and Kouta (with whom you have no blood relation) upon a summoned steed with wings of white and armor trimmed with gold. You get the locations from the information desk, from a man half priest half dealer.
You take a winding path to the beach through a hedge tunnel lit by gacha screens and follow the path from there past the oversized beach umbrellas and the blackjack tables beneath them. Eventually you reach the chapel a striking yet unassuming affair, an oversized arch elongated into a structure oriented toward the sea. A pure white with clear glass windows, what decorations they may have added were placed outside instead, assimilating the blasted ruins of whatever occupied this place before.
The rendezvous point is a ways to the side, some manner of wishing well structure placed amidst one of the larger patches of rubble, frameless windows of stained glass piercing the earth like the excessively ornate shivs of a some rando giant. The iconography is almost certainly religious, though it's not exactly what you'd expect to find in a church back home.
For starters the figure front and center is not the whitest looking middle eastern dude in existence. No, it's a motherfucking dragon. A giant fucking dragon with three heads and ridged contoured body with a sheen and design more evocative of armor and machinery than anything natural. It floats above a stone altar massive scroll unfurling at its feet like a great carpet, its contents ineligible. With both claws it grasps a heart in hands, rays of light streaking radially from it. In each ray you can see the images of a random anime waifu designed almost certainly by focus groups than anything else. Around the dragon various figures reach towards the light. To the left are brides and grooms, kings and emperors. To the right are burning skeletons and dying soldiers, beggars and lepers. Raining from above are cards and poker chips, lightning and white trucks.
Around this mural black lotus flowers bloom, and sitting beside them is the client and the bride. The bride is somehow the more striking of the two, clad in full plate visor down and sword at her hip. Only reason you can even tell she's the bride is that dress overlayed on top of it, white fabric pouring out from the joints, a veil accompanying her helmet. Whoever or whatever they are beneath, you cannot tell. The client meanwhile is, you're guessing they're the best man or something, more importantly they're a giant snake that moves with its upper length erect such that its head is level with Ren's. It's dressed in something a little more victorian era, tails and tophat, literal doodle arms sticking out ot its sleeves.
"<Princess! To think you would be the one to answer my call!>"
"<We were in the neighborhood. This is Noriko>"
she nods towards you
"<her brother Kouta>"
you make it clear you two are not blood related
"<and er...>"
"<Ren.>"
"<It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Noah, I will be happy to assist in any way I can.>"
[]Ask to see the chapel
[]Ask for a rundown on the details
[]Ask about the bride
[]Ask Patricija to tell him you and Kouta aren't blood-related, you're not sure you got your message across in english
[](Write in)
