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.:August Runs:.
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin' with four people pt. redux. What can go wrong?
When ⬤ Following this, and other times at misc. moments (accounting for the future.)
Where ⬤ Concealed Mourning Bulwark, Closed Failing Pilgrim, & Pulsating Black Old World
Content Warnings ⬤ None and not anticipating any!
[ Ganymede has spoken to at least...two of these people, once.
That's what probably makes it reasonable for him to come along on the party raid.
Following conversation on the network and elsewhere, all three responsible receive new emails bidding them to come to the Chaos Gate. Ganymede is already awaiting their appearances.
Fortunately, so is information regarding their keywords, which are "Concealed Mourning Bulwark".
Once the Chaos Gate warps them over, they'll find...
...That they are all in an area that's more or less a stormstruck plain stretching from end to end. Right in the middle of this field is a flesh wall dungeon, the beginning point of the actual dungeon itself. ]
RESULTS #1: For Concealed Mourning Bulwark!
RESULTS #2: For Pulsating Black Old World!
RESULTS #3: For Closed Failing Pilgrim!
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin' with four people pt. redux. What can go wrong?
When ⬤ Following this, and other times at misc. moments (accounting for the future.)
Where ⬤ Concealed Mourning Bulwark, Closed Failing Pilgrim, & Pulsating Black Old World
Content Warnings ⬤ None and not anticipating any!
[ Ganymede has spoken to at least...two of these people, once.
That's what probably makes it reasonable for him to come along on the party raid.
Following conversation on the network and elsewhere, all three responsible receive new emails bidding them to come to the Chaos Gate. Ganymede is already awaiting their appearances.
Fortunately, so is information regarding their keywords, which are "Concealed Mourning Bulwark".
Once the Chaos Gate warps them over, they'll find...
...That they are all in an area that's more or less a stormstruck plain stretching from end to end. Right in the middle of this field is a flesh wall dungeon, the beginning point of the actual dungeon itself. ]
RESULTS #1: For Concealed Mourning Bulwark!
RESULTS #2: For Pulsating Black Old World!
RESULTS #3: For Closed Failing Pilgrim!
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[ So there's been a little bit of adjustment phase there where that's concerned, but it is perhaps telling about how small that is given how unbothered Ganymede sounds about it at all. ]
Prancing, like how I imagine those fencers sometimes. Like, when they're about to lunge forward, with that expert footwork—then it is over in a flash. So, the end result is always a spectacular finish that might not seem like much to the naked eye.
[ Ganymede sees nothing wrong with saying either one, though seeing as Michel doesn't say anything on the knight comment, he wonders if the prancing comment might have embarrassed him. Well, clearly his elaboration will help (no) ]
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The game handles most of the movements. But... I did watch Didier at fencing practice as a child.
[ And anything not managed by the game is essentially that, him mimicking those half-remembered steps the way he had as a small child as Didier and Georges... pranced along the practice area in the back yard, Georges' continuous complaints carrying clearly to where Michel would sneak to watch from the shade.
Absolutely no comment is being made on the knight accusations. But the game certainly hasn't awarded him with anything as dignified as shining armor yet. ]
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...Who is Didier, anyway?
[ Another family member? Is this the first time he has heard the name of someone from Michel's personal life by name? Also, at least the corridor they're going down has a little bit before the two of them encounter the final wave.
Maybe one of these days the other man too will get his set of lovely armor.
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My oldest brother, the soldier. Although both my brothers did fencing for a time. Georges hated it. He said his hands were much too delicate to hold a sword.
[ Michel runs one hand absentmindedly along the tower wall as they walk. He likes this style of dungeon, the cooler stone a reprieve after the wasteland. ]
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Didier, huh? Didier...hehe, Didi. He wonders if the other man had silly nicknames for his brother. Anyway, putting that aside, and refocusing because he is a serious person who doesn't come up with ridiculous nicknames (forever remember Bat Knight) ]
Was Georges more of an artist?
[ It is kind of nice to be in a tower and not an accursed flesh wall dungeon, in his personal opinion.
Though, as they're chatting it should be easy to see two Wander Demons comin' right 'round the corner... ]
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He is. Painting and sculpting, mostly. [ His tone is level as he says it, to his own mild surprise. ] ...A little of everything. He's never been the type of person to settle down and focus.
[ Is it alright to be talking about his brothers with Ganymede? A sidelong glance shows that Ganymede's expression looks sunny and curious still.
The wander demons floating around the corner command his more immediate attention. But it's more or less rote by now to move in with a Sword Flash and grab their immediate attention. He already knows he can count on Ganymede's support before they can do anything more. ]
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[ Ganymede wonders what Michel's family (haha) gatherings look like (hahahaha), even as the last wave commences. You know, last wave of the battle, to put it succinctly.
It's a simple matter to throw Dek do at these ugly things, but also, Ganymede will immediately toss another liberal usage of La Corv even if it means he's SP is probably lower now. He believes in Michel's ability to finish the job and continue dragging aggro when needed.
Though he might hop in between blows, the sharper part of his fancy fan pair catching on the opponents, to help whittle down the HP faster. ]
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[ Ah. The downside to speaking so much about his brothers. He falters a little — Ganymede can believe it's because of the demon's fierce gaze freezing him in place for a moment if he wants — long enough that a bladelike limb slashes towards him.
It's fine. It's fine. Ganymede has healing, as he mentioned earlier. And a Blade Brandier's defense isn't so poor that he can't take a single hit. But even the pain doesn't galvanize Michel again immediately. It takes the sight of motion from the corner of his eye, Ganymede's dancing attacks, to stir him alert. If he gets knocked out here, that leaves Ganymede to finish the rest of this alone.
The dungeons follow a pattern. He can just spam his combos and focus on tapping menus right now. ]
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He doesn't understand it. Anyway, he definitely gets hit at least once by both enemies (ouch) during the battle because his focus goes, due to the small lull. Fortunately, he isn't level one even if his defense as a class isn't still that great in comparison to other classes, but— ]
Did something happen?
[ He asks just to make sure, but he will immediately toss a healing Ul Repth on the both of them. Enemies are probably hovering at half-HP now, though! ]
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Or until his SP drops to nothing. That works as well. But at least one demon dropped to nothing first, leaving them with a manageable single opponent for him to focus on with his meager regular attacks. ]
Just a moment's distraction. I'm sorry.
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He still has enough SP to give at least one more La Corv and power up the other's strikes. ]
If you say so. I think we're almost through...just need to finish off this one.
[ Rolling in between the other's attacks to back him up there as well. The enemy's probably starting to flag. ]
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Not that he's thinking anything of it at the moment. That buff is a welcome boost to speed things along, and he reminds himself -- Ganymede isn't actually hurt. This time.
Even just regular attacks are enough to keep the demon staggered as its HP melts away. It's surprisingly easy to coordinate like this, stepping just aside to give Ganymede room to slide in with his fans, then moving back to cover him as he begins his own round of attacks. Maybe it's only logical, when their classes synergize well together. ]
...That should be it, I think. The dungeons mostly follow the same patterns.
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It ain't going anywhere but complete defeat. Once that is over, Ganymede will turn to face the other male, giving a small thumbs up with one hand. ]
Probably exactly just it, yeah.
Come on, let's get moving.
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...I don't even know what to say to this.
[ At least the doubles are firmly awaiting orders. ]
Other than I wonder how exactly this is going to help this at the end of a dungeon?
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This one isn't worse. Only novel, and slightly incomprehensible. Michel pokes his double curiously on the shoulder as he surveys him. ]
If this game had other professions, they could do farming tasks for us. The drop rate on the gear is too low for that.
[ It's like his own personal bot? For what? At least his earlier melancholy is set aside for him to ponder this mystery. ]
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[ Little do they know there's going to be more stuff to gather and all that soonish. But wow, he really has no idea what to do with these.
The blond wants to try them out, though, so he turns to his double, and says: ]
...Poke Winter's sides.
[ The other Ganymede goes over to try to poke at Michel's sides. ]
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[ He's not ticklish, but he has no immunity to Ganymede. He stares in perplexity as the new tiny menace pokes his sides, unprotected in this swimsuit, and twitches minutely away from the affront.
...Is this how they're playing now? He gives his own double a look. ]
Pick up Ganymede.
[ Either one! It's fine. ]
1/2
Little does he know that this is going to get turned right on him. Since the small menace is still at it with poking at Michel, that leaves one Gany available for picking up. ]
2/2
[ And just like that he's picked up, he also crosses his arms, looking down at Michel from his new height. ]
I can't believe you!
[ Look who's talking. ]
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[ Heh heh heh.
Michel folds his arms over his chest impassively, determined to show no fear or weakness to the clone Ganymede. What can you do to him with your tiny poking hands, bot?
...It's a little cute, actually. ]
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[ He's being totally mature about this what are you talking about.
But he points with a finger at Michel like he's declaring war. ]
Climb onto Winter's shoulders!
[ The other Ganymede tries to begin to climb onto Michel's shoulders... ]
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[ Wow! What happened to Ganymede's pacifism?? Michel reaches up in surprise, half trying to pry Gany2 off while also feeling too much guilt to throw him like a ball. The net result is mostly him giving the second Ganymede a little (needed?) boost upward, especially when Michel freezes up after finding his hand on Gany2's thigh.
He didn't squeeze. That was just... reflex. They're grappling here. ]
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He just kind of watches this happen with an expression that is like. Intent.
Then he says, helpfully: ]
...You're holding on pretty tight. Aren't you?
[ Michel is probably the only one who can get away with touching his thigh (even on a technicality since it's his double??) and the fact he is not too...bothered by it is. Hmm. ]
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I'm trying to find a grip to throw you!
[ Him. You. Whichever. He shoots a look of betrayal at his double, who is still just standing there holding Ganymede, having received no further instructions. ]
Do something about this!
[ Probably not anywhere near specific enough. The Michel clone moves one step and then stops. That was... doing something, technically. ]
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...Something like a snort comes from original Ganymede. ]
Wow, that sure did a whole lot of 'something'.
[ He looks far too amused about it once the sarcastic quip leaves him.
Why? Because it's actually kind of hilarious. This is proving that things are more fun with four people (no) ]
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