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altimit2023-08-14 02:50 pm
secondthoughts) wrote in altimit2023-08-14 02:50 pm
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Who ☀ Hector and hos
What ☀ a cheeky lil dungeon run
When ☀ mid August ish
Where ☀ Dancing Aster's Scud
Content Warnings ☀ language but otherwise perfectly safe for work :)
Run results:
What ☀ a cheeky lil dungeon run
When ☀ mid August ish
Where ☀ Dancing Aster's Scud
Content Warnings ☀ language but otherwise perfectly safe for work :)
Run results:
Your party heads off to Dancing Aster's Scud in search of treasure and adventure. You gate in and find yourself in a hot, volcanic wasteland stretching as far as the eye can see. Located within the heart of the field is a castle wall dungeon lush with treasure and crawling with monsters.
On your adventure, you encounter several strong foes, Disco Knives, Skate Rat Ark and Dalaigons among them.
After carving a path through your foes, you finally make your way into the dungeon.
The dungeon run seems to be progressing quite smoothly. As you reach the end of your adventure, you hear a rough, croaky voice whisper to you... "Welcome, weary traveler. Allow me to bless you before you depart."
...But you haven't been blessed at all! You've been cursed! You keep slipping and falling flat on your digital ass at random. The good news? The curse will wear off after 24 hours. Until then, chin up, adventurer.
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Dosei knows two of these people, and not in particularly friendly lights. The third, he doesn't know at all. Maybe that's better. ]
Would be better if the stupid sensors were working.
[ He grumbles, voice crackling with the electronic hint of the text to speech synthesizer. He doesn't mind summer, but he turned off heat and pain sensors for a reason!! ]
Let's just get it over with. Like I wanna be stuck here for longer than I have to.
[ He says, as he trumps forward after Mithrun, who really doesn't give a shit. Part of him thinks the guy will fall into the lava. The other part wants to see it happen. ]
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Hector's gaze flits among all of them. He's a little worried, but they'll be fine. He'll be sure of it.
He falls in step behind the others, hand on his wand, just in case they need it already. ]
Ramiel's right. We'll be quick, and we'll be out in no time.
[ Ever the optimist!
As they press towards the castle walls, the ground shudders. A low roar fills the air as a Dalaigon emerges from a nearby crater, beady eyes fixed on their little party of four. ]
Shit.
[ That sure is a fucking dragon. ]
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Zipping off to the side with obscene speed, he's intent on slicing it in two before it ever takes off or breathes fire, drawing his broad claymore as he runs. )
Don't group up.
( Watch out for fire breath!! He stabs into it and drags his blade along it with a deep, violent laceration as it roars in violent agony, apparently tanking now since he's got its full attention. Godspeed Mithrun. The scent of ash oversaturates into the air, more than it already has, as it powers up an exhale of fire. )
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Got it!
[So what she does is run with her Broad Wheel to flank its other side while Mithrun has its attention. She strikes with a Calamity--there's nothing to disarm, but she's hoping that it can still stun the enemy for a second.]
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But whatever. They've got two huge heavy hitters here, so he can stick to the back. The back of the monster, that is, where he's out of harm's way the most- peeling the scythe off his back where it sits with the faint ticking of a clock.
While they're bashing it from either side, he's just going to loop around to the rear while it's attention is elsewhere, winding up a Wicked Strike to cleave straight into it.
Since he lacks a proper stun at this point, he'll just hop out of range here and there. Godspeed, you robot bastard. ]
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They all dash off in different directions and Hector just—sighs. Fine.
He sees the way it readies for a breath attack with Mithrun in its full attention, so he rushes towards the noodle boy to put him in range as fast as he can. With a flourish, he casts LaRig Saem to give both of them regeneration, just in case for the worst.
...But it isn't entirely necessary. Dehya's strike lands true and the dalaigon isn't ready. The attack interrupts the readying flame breath, stunning it for a brief moment, letting the three of them lay into it with everything they have.
Hector, however, whips his head around and calls, ] Keep it up!
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Mithrun takes advantage of the stun to combo into a Death Bringer - devastating damage with an added critical hit. The dragon roars in agony, its health in the red - it shouldn't last more than another solid hit or two. )
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She grins wide as the stun lands, and the dragon's health plummets from the following combo of attacks. Dehya swings into the next one on her auto attack, putting as much force into it even though she's pretty sure that's not how the game calculates damage.]
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This would be the wrong thing to think in this situation, because with that last sliver of health, the fucker seems to shake off the stun. This would not be a problem, if Dosei had actually managed to hit- but unfortunate bastard he is, the tail swipes at his feet, and with a surprised choking noise he promptly hits the ground face-first.
The electronic, stuttering plethora of curses and verbalized keysmash is probably not pleasant to listen to. Fuck this hot-ass hellhole. ]
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Hector sees Dosei go flying, tearing his attention away from Mithrun. ]
Shit!
[ So Hector runs to go put himself on the other side of the dragon to help the boy, but he miscalculates the distance he needs to skirt around the dragon. It swipes with a claw, knocking him back. He skids along the ground; luckily, he isn't too hurt from it, but he's still down.
Well. The best defense is a good offense, so he lifts his head to yell— ]
Finish it off!
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Mithrun stumbles back, the full weight of his claymore in his hands again suddenly, but thankfully he doesn't fall into any lava. )
Let's go.
( He says to the party, as if there aren't still two people on the ground. )
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Wait, let's get everyone on their feet first. [She turns to Hector, first, given he's their healer, going over to offer him a hand if needed.] You good?
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Whatever, he didn't want anybody's help anyway. He's just going to angrily push himself back on his feet, by himself, a scowl contorting his features. Dosei dusts himself off; he has his pain sensors turned off, but it doesn't mean the experience was particularly pleasant.
This is why he doesn't like teaming up with people. ]
Whatever.
[ He's just gonna turn and his heel and go ahead, fuck y'all. ]
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Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
[ He immediately turns his attention to Dosei and jogs over to him. Sorry he fell over instead making it to you, buddy. ]
You okay?
[ Doesn't wait for an answer. He casts Ul Repth on him to make up for whatever HP he lost. ]
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That was a big one and we haven't even reached the dungeon yet. I wonder how many we'll see.
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Just fucking peachy.
[ Dosei grimaces at the healing spell, trying to smack away whatever little remnants of the magic floats off him out of spite. Sorry, Hector. He's an angry little goblin.
He hefts the scythe back over his shoulder, trying to keep himself as far from the lava pools as possible as they venture forward. ]
Hopefully not much. I want to get my shit and leave.
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Hector whips around to look at the others—Mithrun, why are you behind him? He pauses in his tracks to let them catch up, then gently encourages noodle boy to take the lead. He shouldn't be in front.
When he is appropriately not on the front line, he drags a hand through his sopping wet hair. ]
And I don't want heatstroke.
[ He feels hotter after the fight... Even though he didn't do anything.
Fortunately, they make their way across the volcanic wasteland with little other interruptions, but unfortunately, the inside of the castle wall isn't much cooler. If anything, the heat feels even more stifling in here, without anywhere for it to go. ]
All right. [ He's not going to complain, though. He's gotta keep morale up. ] Let's do this.
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And, while Hector tries to keep morale up... )
... Do you have to talk?
( ... Mithrun simply isn't about that life. His question to Dosei is indifferent, but pointed - clearly, Dosei does not have to talk, given he uses a voice synthesizer and all. He's unpleasant on purpose, but not in the same way as, say, Fandaniel. He's just deeply weird.
The castle's lined with vague portraits and beautiful red-run carpets throughout the stone halls - it's not lost on Mithrun how ovenish it is here. Nor does he miss the distant sound of clattering, multicolored cutlery - or, well, knives, but he can't tell where the sound's coming from yet. It's just audible that something is here, hoping to strike - and with advantage. He narrows his eyes, steadying his grip on his weapon. )
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They reach the castle walls, and Dehya's equally (or more) ready to dive in, get their loot and get out of the heat. But, she cringes a little as Mithrun speaks up.]
Well, it's a little faster than opening the chat window in combat. I don't mind it.
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(Un)fortunately, Dosei's attention gets dragged away from the heat...in favor of disbelief, which swiftly turns to anger as his head whips around. The hissing noise that slips out is not electronic in nature, but the words that follow are. ]
The fuck's your problem, asshole?
[ Just because it's hard for it to sound like a snap through a translator doesn't mean it comes across any friendlier. ]
'Do you have to talk', what, do you have to breathe? Don't ask dumbass questions.
[ He's...a little defensive. Just a tad. Probably at the wrong thing, as a scraping noise gets closer, followed by oddly brightly colored lights for a medieval castle. What seems to be the sharp edges of blades, refracting the light of torches, peek around the corners- like they're watching the show. Or waiting. Or both. Probably both. ]
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Hey! Uncalled for, Mithrun.
[ He points at the noodle boy, voice in thorough scold mode. The calmer the group can collectively keep Dosei, the better.
On that note. ]
Ignore him, Ramiel. You should communicate if you want. This is a group effort, after all.
[ That distant clinking catches his attention, of course, and when he sees the brightly multicolored knives float menacingly nearer, he lowers himself into a ready stance. ]
Because I think we have company.
[ The knives slowly begin to swirl in place, as though sizing them all up, before one shoots out, straight for Dosei. ]
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... If you dislike working with groups, ( to Dosei, ) don't participate in group content if you have nothing to show for your independence. The healer is only doing their job.
( In Mithrun's perspective, Dosei just kind of stands around and complains, and while Mithrun doesn't really care personally, Dosei walking off and trying to shake off Hector's healing when he's not strong enough to get away with doing so makes him a liability.
Even if Hector, apparently, would rather be nice than expect Dosei to operate competently.
The matter done with in Mithrun's mind, he kicks off as that knife shoots off for Dosei, blocking it with his broad claymore as if it were a shield.
He uses the momentum to bring it back around for a second, violent AOE sweep, which beats back that knife further and strikes the twirling knives just a little further beyond.
He'd placed his blow so he could maximize the number of targets in range - the one knife that had just been targeting Dosei dissipates, but the rest, making up for their HP with great numbers, remain standing (floating?). )
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[Because they've got company. Mithrun deflects the knives first, sparing Dosei. Dehya sizes up the group, then charges to try and flank them along the left to swipe her blade through them and draw attention.]