August Catch All

[insinning]

Who • Vogel (Emil Sinclair) and YOU
What • Catch all for August - any dungeon runs, misc. stuff happens here. I'll toss up open TL from now and then that don't fit with event posts.
When •All Throughout August
Where • Mac Anu and Lumina Cloth.
Content Warnings • none, will add if any pop up later

Comments

[bleatingedge]

[It sure is cold! Thankfully Leo is used to the cold IRL, and that seems to have extended into the game despite only having a loincloth on. The extra fur lining his chest, arms, and legs helps a lot with that though.]

Nothing too yaoi-y at the moment. But in the coldest of hearts lie the deepest of passions... or something like that anyway. [The dungeon itself is probably where the real heat of this zone lies.]

[secondthoughts]

[ After hearing about realistic death, Hector turned off the sensors pretty quick. He's not into that. And so he doesn't shudder in the cold, even though he should—these shorts are pretty short.

His gaze sweeps the tundra before he looks at Leo. ]

Not exactly what I was promised. [ He teases, elbows him playfully.

He's just playing around, though. A dungeon is a dungeon. ]

C'mon. Let's go.

[ And off he goes, trudging through the snow. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Honestly, Winter is a little cold just looking at the two of them. He can't quite huddle into his armor, but he rolls his shoulders as if to slouch into it anyway... plenty warm if he doesn't think about it too hard. ]

I thought they might theme it a little more for the first quest, at least. They do seem fixated on the. Yaoi-y.

[ He follows Leo's lead on the pronunciation, with a little bonus inflection from his own French accent, to whatever net result. ]

[insinning]

[What is with this pronunciation. Sinclair is a little perturbed, but he solemnly marches on. The dungeon walls are uncomfortably flesh-y though. Gross]

Maybe they couldn't work out how to change the dungeons to fit.

[bleatingedge]

[Leo stifles a snort at Michel's accented voice pronouncing "yaoi". This truly is the quest that keeps on giving.

He slowly plods along, taking up the rear of the group. Insert proper euphemism here.]

Would ya look at that! A living dungeon. Never thought we'd come across something like that this early.

[There's something both hilarious and kinda gross about the Yaoi Quest Dungeon being made out of flesh walls. He would make a joke about bussies, but with this group, it's safe to assume only Hector would get it.]

[secondthoughts]

[ There it is... The Bussy Wall™.

Hector's brow raises at the sight. It's...not exactly a match for the rest of the area—the other places he's been to thus far seemed to match up in style—but in a way, he's not surprised. Of course it'd be a flesh wall. ]

I want to say I'm surprised, but I'm not.

[ Lord help them if the monsters inside are also...appropriately themed. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ God help him in particular, it isn't even Michel's first Bussy Wall™. Is he looking gloomier than usual, or is his face just stuck like that. ]

...I retract my comment. But I won't praise them for recycling textures like this.

[ If he steps foot in that dungeon and there are worms of any kind, he's immediately filing an error report requesting a "vote abandon" feature. He doesn't need to be genre-savvy for that. ]

[insinning]

[ Blissfully unaware of Bussy Wall™ thoughts, because he's thinking more morbid and creepy. Like horror fleshing dissolving kinds. Ah, youth.

And yes of there are any themed monsters Sinclair will second the 'vote abandon' feature. Luckily for them, they only come across a line of treasure chests. Sinclair pauses]

...do these normally appear in dungeons this early?

[bleatingedge]

[Leo raises an eyebrow at the line of treasure chests, gripping his Nerd Staff more tightly.]

I don't think they do? [He's only done one dungeon so far, so anything goes... but leaving treasure right at the entrance is a bit suspicious.] Be prepared for traps of some kind just in case.

[secondthoughts]

We can always test, right?

[ Hector doesn't think they should be here this early on in the dungeon, either. But maybe they got lucky? He scans the ground around them and finds a nice, fist-sized stone, but it's covered in...flesh goo? He hesitates for a second, but ultimately stoops to pry it from its sticky casing with a little sound of disgust.

Gross.

He steps back a bit, giving himself room in case they have to book it, and throws it hard at one of the treasure chests...

If it's fake, hopefully that triggers something. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Oh... gross. Hector, your sacrifice will be long-remembered. Though Michel already deeply wants to forget. ]

They didn't give Harvest Cleric any ranged attacks...?

[ Sir, you're made of stronger stuff than him. Luckily that "attack" gives Michel a more immediate concern, since the chest lid pops open and a... slimy claw-looking thing emerges. Time to move in to stab that immediately. ]

[insinning]

[And that attack triggers another mimic and Sinclair pulls a face and smashes the mimic with the sharp end of his Crafted With Love Lance (tm).]

Ew. I think they're all mimics.

[Watching the chests rattle--except for one. Huh]

[bleatingedge]

Ah ha, I knew it.

[Drawing a circle in the air with his staff, he traces an advanced earth glyph in the middle of it.]

MeGam Rom!

[The glyph shines bright, then shatters into a series of large stones that fly up in the air and rain down on several of the mimics. Leo makes sure to aim the rocks out of the way of his allies - friendly fire isn't the name of the game, especially right now.]

[secondthoughts]

[ Nope! No ranged attacks here! 100% buffs, baby.

Hector appreciates how quick everyone is to move in to fight, and he does his due diligence to leap backwards, out of the fray. A dead healer's a useless healer, anyway.

(He is, though, quietly impressed by that earth magic. Nice one, Leo.)

Pinning Michel as their main frontline DPS, Hector gives a little flourish of his oak wand and casts Ap Do on him. Enjoy your increased Speed, buddy. Mow 'em down. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel is used to partying with a substantially less careful Wavemaster -- three cheers for Hani's molotov cocktails -- so Leo gets a look of mild surprise. Who knew the magic in this game could be carefully aimed?

Considerations for later. Michel quickly spams Ogre Slash to pick up both mimics; and then a second time, thanks to that speed boost. Hector gets a quick nod of appreciation. Michel is quiet, not utterly without manners. ]

Thank you.

[insinning]

[And Sinclair follows suit, keeping an eye on his significantly squishier team mates as he delivers a crushing blow to a mimic that lunges in without a second thought]

That's three of them.

[And if Sinclair seems steadier when crushing monsters...well. That's nothing. It's all a video game after all :)]

[bleatingedge]

[Drawing another circle in the air, this time Leo traces an advanced fire glyph.]

GiVak Don!

[The circle spins in place, setting ablaze, then splits into snake-like tendrils of flame which swirl past Sinclair and Michel and slam into more of the mimics.]

[secondthoughts]

[ Is this...is this what it feels like? To have a competent team? When everyone knows what they're doing?

This is heavenly. ]

Keep it up! They're almost dead!

[ Hector's basically sitting here, just twiddling his thumbs. A little verbal encouragement couldn't hurt right?

Nor could another Ap Do on Sinclair. Zoom on, my friend. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ That's... Sinclair was already looking fairly frisky without the speed boost. Probably a good thing, but...

Well, the party is running so smoothly. He can shelve that to consider another time. Blade Brandier is fun to play when all he has to think about is spamming the speedy combos, one quick attack into another Cross Slash. Mimics in all games deserve it on general principles. ]

It's unsettling how easy this is with a full party.

[insinning]

[And zip, zip with mimic murder Sinclair goes. No weird creepy fleshy tentacle hands for them, thanks]

Mm. I usually only get to run in pairs, so this is really different.

[bleatingedge]

[Standing back, Leo watches the two melee party members slice through the remaining mimics with relative ease.]

I think I've softened these ones up enough! Might as well save the SP for the potentially harder enemies later on.

[He gives Hector a knowing grin.]

[secondthoughts]

[ They're pretty close at this point. These mimics are going to fall pretty quick.

Hector isn't one to sit back, though. He picks up another slime-covered stone from nearby and gives it a hurl at the mimic with the lowest HP. It connects, but it isn't a very impressive throw.

It's fine. He's contributing. He rests an arm on Leo's shoulder and grins in return. ]

Yeah. Better save our energy for the main event.

[ whatever that could be... ]

[userunfriendly]

[ He's suspecting terrible puns are going on... he's going to ignore it. The only one responsible for the yaoi dungeon is the devs.

The chip damage from a stone might not be much, but neither is the mimic's HP. Michel snorts when that KOs it and turns his attention to drop the last ones with Sinclair. ]

Good planning. Particularly if we run out of stones.

[insinning]

[Sinclair smashes his way through the last one with a little huff, as the final set of mimics disappear in a wave of pixels. Done.]

Will we really need more?

[Onwards into the fleshy gross dungeon!

With some strange looking starfish sticking to the walls. Gross.]

[bleatingedge]

[Leo squints at the wall starfish with a bit of disdain.]

A bit weird of a place for these to spawn, don't you think?