catch all >> august

[trollophoroi]

WHO >> Fandaniel & All These Random August Threads
WHAT >> Various closed threads.
WHEN >> August
WHERE >> All around Fragment~
Content Warnings >> Probably some mentions of death at some point, Fandaniel being a little crazy, and some nsfw in the threads.

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Concealed Discord's Pure Bred

[trollophoroi]

[ Strangely, the call Fandaniel had put out was an honest one. One run for a new weapon, needing to replace the cursed one these bizarre level cap rewards had blighted him with. He's decked out in the rest of the set, too; the blackest of black caster gear, light not even touching it, his face completely obscured by a deep, dark hood, and it's a good thing it is? Considering how irrational he's been acting throughout the entire damn run?

The Chaos Gate had deposited them on a storm-torn plain that lead into a throbbing, fleshy dungeon of skin and meat, flooded with monsters, and the party's trolly little Shadow Warlock has been trying to pull everything at a rapid pace. ]

Die, die, die already! [ He yells at the latest pack of Squidbods lumbering their way down the fleshy corridor, repeatedly hammering at them with powerful blasts of the watery spell GiRue Kru. ] Out of my way!

[ So that leaves two things very clear: one, that he's upset about something and, two, he's in quite a hurry about it. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oriade just has his default outfit with a flintlock pistol that looks a little too big for him, but he's using it effectively anyway. He just watches Fandaniel kill everything in sight. Honestly, the flesh walls kinda make him feel sick and considers sending a feedback report that Fragment should be rated M. ]

Hey, aren't you running out of SP?

[ He actually feels concerned. He feels like Fandaniel won't hesitate to smack the enemies with his tome too, once he runs out of SP. Oriade spins the gun by the trigger guard, waiting for any opportunities to kill any other enemies that spring up at them that Fandaniel won't catch. ]

[tylorific]

Flesh walls, again?

[ Tylor mumbles it, but before he even has the chance to try and tank for him, Fandaniel is already off draining his SP. So he just follows casually with his fingers laced behind his head like they aren't walking through a dungeon. He's learned things will auto equip with ability use so why carry a heavy polearm all the time?

To himself, he mutters loud enough for everyone to still hear-- ]

Wow, he really is in a bad mood.

[ Tylor decides to linger near Hani (and presumably Oriade too), ready to steal aggro from any potential leftover enemies. ]

[tinged]

[ somehow, hani has killed (?) enough enemies in this game and actually Done Things to level up to 25 and have a decent set of equipment. ]

Tylor-kun, look! The cycle we talked about has continued. What do you all think? Are we giving these enemies purpose?

[ also look at this! ]

Flaming... Cocktail! [ that's them tossing a cocktail at the squidbods and then casting GiVak Don to spread the flames even further. there's no friendly fire in this game, right? right?? ]

It's so nice to have new spells, isn't it?

[trollophoroi]

[ Wow, it's some kind of weird insane caster party up in here, ain't it? ]

The only... purpose... [ GiRue Kru, GiRue Kru, GiRue Kru, GiRue Kru. ] These things have... is to die!

[ And die they do. Between Fandaniel and Hani, this has become a wild mess with no strategy whatsoever. It may not go too well if they finally run up against something stronger than the rampant armored squids. That said, Oriade isn't wrong. Fandaniel's SP bar is ticking down steadily until something completely different crashes its way out of some of the flesh in the wall and lashes out with a sword at him.

He attempts to strike out with GiRue Kru one more time only to be met by the inevitable error message of "Out of SP" flashing across his field of vision. ]

...ah.

[ Well then. He's in danger. ]

meanwhile, at telophoroi tower

[trollophoroi]

[ Having invited Owen over to tour the guild's @ home base, it was only proper to meet him outside the gates to all the various guild locations. He picked Lumina Cloth for theirs, naturally, although in such a busy — and dangerous — city, one would not expect someone like Fandaniel to... AFK? Just right there, out in the open?

At least, he doesn't appear to be moving as he waits for Owen to arrive, leaving his avatar to truly look AFK at the moment. Maybe he really is. There's no real way to tell besides him gazing off idly into the sky and standing there, unmoving. ]

[sicklysweet]

[AFK Fandaniel? Owen doesn't trust like that - he could very well be just idling as he does something incredibly dull in the real world, but in a city that's a PVP zone? He's not stupid enough to let his guard down.

...But he will take this opportunity to test Fandaniel as he walks up to him, stopping about arms length away and using the burlesque skin on his fans to just... gently tickle Fandaniel's nose... Will he sneeze? Or be annoyed? Let's find out!]

[trollophoroi]

[ If it is a trap to lure in those thinking they might get an easy PK, well, he's doing a very good job of it. When Owen approaches and stops before him, there's no reaction.

When he reaches out with a fan to tickle his nose?

No reaction then, either. He simply continues standing there. A bit rude, actually, considering he was the one who invited him to take a look around in the first place. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Wow. Okay. Rude. Owen folds his fans back up, tucking them away into his inventory. He leans in a bit closer, eyes narrowed as he looks down at Fandaniel.]

Is there anything going on in there, or is your head well and truly empty?

[Don’t make him shake you!!! Or just leave, which is also a possibility.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Leaning in closer... and... ]

BiJuk Rom.

[ He says this as he moves his head to meet Owen's eyes and offers a smiiiile. His tome is already in hand. The non-screaming one, which means worse stats, but it still packs a punch as wind whips up razor-sharp leaves to cut at both of them. It's an area-effect spell, so even if Owen leaps back, he'll still be in the radius of it. ]

Δ Hidden Forbidden Dead Wood

[trollophoroi]

[ The previous dungeon ended, he was prepared to log off and call it a day, and then... a queer little message appeared in his inbox. From a mysterious user came an equally mysterious Area: Hidden Forbidden Dead Wood. Fandaniel had paused, considering for the barest of a second if he alone had gotten this, but that felt unlikely.

No, he was sure the rest had gotten the words, too, and if only to combat any of them rushing off to the Area before him, he emailed all three with a simple: meet me at the gate for Δ Hidden Forbidden Dead Wood. They would probably confirm if they'd gotten the words themselves or not from that alone. He included a day, a time, giving them at least a few hours to tool about with their lives, and then he logged back in to wait at the Chaos Gate.

It'll be there that Fandaniel expects them, showing up for a party invite, fully against his real preference to leave them all behind. Just keep telling yourself it's better to go with a party, Danny Boy, just keep telling yourself that and it'll be fine. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oriade hadn't expected to get an email from Fandaniel. Partying up again? A miracle? But nevertheless, he's now here and ready to go. ]

I'm here! Hope I'm not too late.

[ Annoyingly cheerful. ]

[tinged]

[ hani just happens to show up right on time. they didn’t plan to, but sometimes punctuality happens even when you’re distracted by raising grunties and taste testing grunty food. it could be that they were just urged on by the anticipation of seeing the others. it’s been a couple of days - and that’s a long time for the internet. ]

Master! Hello. Feeling yourself again? [ they greet fandaniel calmly with a little wave. then they look him up and down, tilting their face this way and that to have a good look at his complexion if it’s visible.

and if it’s not, they seem at least satisfied that his demeanor is less agitated than before. they nod at him. as someone who sometimes only feels human by osmosis, they’re always glad to at least be themselves. so if he’s back to normal, then they’re happy he’s back to being himself, too. ]

[tylorific]

[ Tylor is here, having responded to that email. But he us predictably as late as Fandaniel's patience allows him to be before the threat of everyone starting without him. Of course, he probably accepted the party invite right when it was sent, so who knows what took him so long.

Are they guildies at this point Fandaniel? Because if so, his smile is even broader. To everyone ]

Hi there! Is everyone in a better mood today?

[trollophoroi]

[ As first Oriade shows up and then Tabibito, Fandaniel almost feels like this might be fine and he was even about to say he was feeling more himself today (whatever that means for a Fandaniel, anyway) but then... ]

...oh god, he did show up.

[ Here comes Tylorific, even brighter and sunnier and more obnoxious than before, somehow out-obnoxiousing even Oriade, purely because, if one targets the cheery fellow and checks his info, they may realize one horrifying fact: Justy Ueki-Tylor is a member of Telophoroi. This brings only despair to Fandaniel and there's nothing he can do about it.

Now he just has to hope Oriade won't use up his favor for an equally stupid guild invite demand. Ugh. ]

Yes, yes, we're all in a better mood. Shall we?

[ But they are all here! Even if Fandaniel wants some here less than others! Which means he's opening up the gate's interface and plugging in the words:

Hidden. Forbidden. Dead Wood. ]

In any case, be on your guard. These words came to me anonymously. There's no telling what we'll find.

Starting Ruined Dark Tree

[trollophoroi]

[ You head off to Starting Ruined Dark Tree in search of treasure and adventure. You gate in and find yourself in a murky forest stretching as far as the eye can see. Located within the heart of the field is a stone wall dungeon lush with treasure and crawling with monsters.

On your adventure, you encounter several strong foes, Armor Evils, Shield Men and Pumpkin Kings among them... ]

Oh, I don't believe I've been to such a darkly forested area before!

[ But of course, Fandaniel and Okoto are only at the beginning of the area, having just popped in the keywords and gotten this. Of all the areas, Fandaniel can't help but feel like this one suits him the best so far. A shadowy area for a shadowy Shadow Warlock. It'll be with a spark of interest that he steps away from Okoto to investigate the trees, towering and ominous things that they are. ]

[worldbent]

Pretty "spooky", huh?

[It suited them well indeed. Matoba didn't consider himself to be such a creepy or sinister person, although he was quite certain that others perceived him that way; the dark quiet and murk of the forest was calming, though. It reminded him of the mountains at night.]

[He follows along at a leisurely pace after Fandandiel, glancing about for any sign of monster or treasure.]

I suppose this will be a good spot to make use of our Lightning spell. We shouldn't have to worry too much about SP; I think we're a little overleveled still for this place.

[trollophoroi]

We're a little over-leveled for everything at this point. I do hope they raise the level cap soon and boost the difficulty.

[ Having a close call in a game like this is thrilling, after all. He takes his time picking a direction through the murky woods and heading out. There's the barest peak of a stone wall rising above the treeline in the distance, so he suspects that's where they'll find the monsters. ]

Ah, so this is the Shadow element area? I'd been wondering.

[worldbent]

Hear, hear! Power fantasy isn't all that exciting after a day or so. Life or death is so much more fun.

[Of course these two edgy ass Shadow Warlocks would be all over that. Maybe that's why they're so okay with being the squishy mage class?]

[Matoba is content to let Fandaniel take the lead, since he seems to be having such a good time getting in tune with the forest.] Ahh, your element, as they say.

Lightning magic should do nicely then. [And Matoba is eager to try out his new multi-target lightning spell.]

me not realizing the level cap was raised actually ignore me OTL

[trollophoroi]

[ The terrible reality: he's fallen behind on levels, leaving him with only the single target lightning spell. Ah, he'll need to fix that. How embarrassing, but at least the area itself isn't actually harder. ]

Mm, it should.

[ His element indeed. No surprise he's a fan of this place, in that case. ]

Although I admit I appear to have lagged behind you during my trip abroad. I'll need to fix that...

[ That said, they're fast approaching the stone-wrought entrance of the dungeon. The murky forest parts way for it and around the entrance, statue-like Evil Armors wait to spring to life and attack. ]

for Owen, obligatory nsfw warning wee oo wee oo

[trollophoroi]

[ It is but it gets the clarification that Fandaniel truly needed. Owen's response comes as a surprise, seeing how he wasn't expecting, well— ]

Do I get a choice?

[ That isn't how it usually goes, so do excuse his brief pause, confusion swimming across his face for about as long as it takes for him to slide that hand that had been toying with the waistband of Owen's pants down further, just to get a bit of a grope in, down there in the crotch area. Excuse the rudeness, he just needed to check something! ]

Aha. [ That clears it up. Confusion washes away into amusement, a smirk playing across his face once more. Although to combat the idea that a rejection might be forthcoming, Fananiel does tug Owen back against him. ] Now that is interesting. Well, to be completely honest? My answer relies solely on whether or not I get to eat the cunt out first.

[sicklysweet]

[Owen keeps his eyes on Fandaniel, keeping a mostly level expression until Fandaniel just goes ahead and sticks his hands down his pants, the action startling a laugh out of him.]

Is it not what you were expecting?

[At least he's not disgusted, but Owen keeps that thought to himself. That's perhaps too vulnerable for this moment. And for any time, ever, in the future.]

Hmmm. [It's an exaggerated noise, as Owen plays with a strand of Fandaniel's hair. A performative thoughtfulness, as if he has to way the pros and cons of having someone go down on him.] I think I'll allow that.

[trollophoroi]

[ Now that? That earns a sly look and a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of Fandaniel's lips.

If he's going to be allowed that, then clearly he should also presume permission to slide his hand further down the front of Owen's pants, fingers already seeking warm folds to sneak in between. On that note, he also pulls Owen back down for another kiss. It would seem he is, if anything, appreciative of the prospect. If only Hien had spent even an iota of time adding any kind of useful furniture to this place...

Oh well.

Surely they can make do. ]

[sicklysweet]

[As he's pulled down, he does - briefly - consider placing his hands on Fandaniel's throat and strangling him. He not sure if he could actually overpower Fandaniel, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment, but the intrusive thought is there.

(And if it's contributing to the wetness Fandaniel finds between his legs, he will probably admit to it after everything is said and done. Surely he'll appreciate that!)

He moves his hand to grip Fandaniel's hair, now, not yet pulling harshly but more... gently guiding him away and downwards. The kissing is nice, but who knows how much time they have until Hien shows up and ends them?]

Do you want to be a good boy and get on your knees?

[trollophoroi]

[ Owen could have merely asked if he could strangle Fandaniel and, honestly, the chances he would laugh and tell him to go ahead are freakishly high. Alas, maybe another time... except now they actually die if killed oops ]

You know, that's usually my line.

[ But it's nice to be on the other end for once. He lets Owen push him down, gradually collapsing to his knees and making sure to slide his pants down off of those hips as he goes, hand having moved away from its explorations to join the other in hooking thumbs around waistbands and tugging. ]