.:Spoopy Ti-I mean September Catch All:.

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', shenanigans, etc.
When ⬤ You know. At this or that time.
Where ⬤ Blurry Marble's Slacker, Coiling Humbling Metal Doll, etc.
Content Warnings ⬤ some nsfw, lmfao





[ You've got mail.

After some friendly chats, the trio decide to go out on a dungeon run together. Why? Simply because that that is the way the dominoes fell.

Their prize? A lovely scenery consisting of a frosty, snowy tundra that seems to encompass the surrounding area, though right in the middle of it is stone wall, of which there is an entry point into the actual heart of the dungeon...where there are monsters and treasure to be found!

Welcome to Blurry Marble's Slacker, folks. ]

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Dungeon Run: Blurry Marble's Slacker

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede checks to ensure everyone has made their arrival.

Once that's obvious, with the three of them evidently here, the blond turns his attention back on over towards the entry point. The other two are about a lower level, but there's essentially enough fire power to make it well worth it, even if two don't necessarily get "up and personal" with the enemy. ]

...Everyone ready? And have everything equipped?

[ The second question probably unnecessary to ask, but Ganymede's going to check anyway. As always.

He might be paranoid the one time he doesn't ask, someone's going to think it's a good idea to run into a dungeon all unequipped of armor and weapon hours. Not that he thinks current company would, but you know. ]

[notfunny]

[ good question to ask. as soon as they appear in the field, cyno immediately shivers. this is a first--- for all the heat and humid and dry adventuring he's had to deal with, the chill hits him like a slap to the face. ]

Holy sh... I mean... uh.

[ he grits his teeth. ]

Yeah. I'm good. Let's get to the dungeon before I lose all my fingers and toes.

[ at least his cloak is offering him a little bit of protection. but unfortunately he is also just dumb. ]

[rebelles]

I'm all set.

[ She has potions in her inventory, her best armor equipped, but most importantly her starter gun's been upgraded to a bigger, badder one. Noir is ready to unleash violence.

She's better dressed for the weather than Jackal, but she can still feel the chill through her clothes when the snowy tundra materializes around them. ]

We can go quickly. Should we try to [ what do the gamers say ] speedrun it?

[ganymed]

[ Rip in rest with Cyno's dilemna and Ganymede seems to be tolerating it better than last time (if he ignores it, it will go away, right? Right.) So after sparing two looks, he decides that their answers will work just fine. ]

Yes, let's get this over with!

[ Time to enter the dungeon folks!

Right up this way will be a sudden emergence of two enemies. That'd be two Deadly Presents! As a support class, already Ganymede's casting Mumyn Lei twice on the targets incoming, which seems to put both of them to sleep.

That's your chance to wail on 'em, you two! ]

[notfunny]

[ deadly presents... they look like chests, but they're actually like weird grabby things? he knows what they could be called--- mimics. kinda gross. but they're asleep now so that's pretty cool of ganymede to do.

so cyno runs forward. he's the one who'll need to keep them at bay to allow his teammates to wreck havoc, so! with a spin and a flourish, he lets his scythe do the talking: reaper's touch!

well, one of them doesn't escape his attack (16). the other, despite sleeping, uh. idk. (3). he doesn't feel particularly cool right now. his ego has taken damage. ]

[rebelles]

[ Ah, these sneaky present enemies she had once come across and thought were benign treasure chests. They won't fool her twice!

Thanks for downing them Ganymede, we're starting out strong with an All Out Attack.

Haru's Triple Doom shots tear into the first monster (14). When she takes aim at the other one... yeah, we don't know, it must be tossing in its sleep or something because it manages to escape two of her three bullets. (5) ]

[ganymed]

[ The first monster goes down after some double-attack features and strong skill usages. Though the second one that has evaded at least one of the other two's attack attempts begins to finally stir, perhaps waking up after its companion had been vanquished.

Since Cyno probably netted some aggro from actually hitting it, the Deadly Present tries to make an attack his way. ]

...Annoying as always.

[ Ganymede is letting loose a Dek do spell right on the enemy in particular to at least slow its movements down. ]

Crane Game Date

[ganymed]

[ Well, regardless of whatever is going on, it turns out that nobody's deadarinios! He's...real happy about that, even if he's really unhappy about how the game is being handled in certain matters. Keeping it short and simple here (for now.)

He makes a showing regardless later on the game proper once things in his life start to...calm down, a bit, but he is definitely unfortunately absent for a few days. Theatre group production schedules can be suddenly high-key, after all. That being what it is, he and Michel agree to head down to Lumina Cloth to play some games. Or rather, one in particular. ]

Do you really think you can manage it? I haven't heard of many people talking about actually winning stuff from it, except a few...

[ Ganymede can't exactly say that he would normally indulge in mini-games, especially a certain one involved in ... uh, what just happened, but you know what. Even with a sense of dread hanging over their shoulders, isn't there something about taking refuge in audacity? ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Well, since this turned out not to be a murder site after all... That makes this endeavor substantially less morbid. And it's not like Michel has bothered to spend his GP on much of anything, so he has approximately infinity tries at this. ]

How difficult can it be? It's only a few buttons.

[ And it should be simple physics, right? Into the machine the GP goes, and he taps the buttons, watching the claw curiously. So he's never actually done one of these before... but he has a fairly strong motivation this time. ]

[ganymed]

[ Something like a bit of fortune in this, eh? Ganymede certainly isn't going to complain if Michel gives it his all. ]

I wouldn't underestimate a crane game.

I'd think some of the developers would want to include how frustrating games like this can realistically be, so if you take it lightly, it might take awhile...

[ Ganymede isn't entirely sure of that, though. But, he has enough faith in Michel to giving it a go. ]

[userunfriendly]

They do choose to model realism when it's inconvenient...

[ And if these games were completely trivial, they would probably lose money. But even so, it looks simple. Michel lines up the claw, and punches the button to lower it...

and it wobbles its way down to brush just past a cat plush, tipping it over a little more and not even vaguely closing on it. He clears his throat as if he meant to do that. ]

[ganymed]

They do.

[ Surely, Michel will take what he's said to heart, right?

...Right? Anyway, Ganymede goes silent, thinking that since it's probably his first time playing in the game he will need all the concentration he can get! So he watches, and for what it's worth doesn't laugh when he misses.

It's more when he clears his throat that something like a sound of amusement escapes him. ]

You'll try again, right?

[userunfriendly]

[ He does plainly need the concentration... and he does not miss that little sound of amusement. He gives Ganymede a sidelong little indignant look, which isn't going to stop him from plunking in more GP for another try. ]

Of course. Repetition is the only way to get the knack of these.

[ Or so he thinks. Unfortunately his next roll is a 5, which knocks the plush he was aiming for into an even more inconvenient position jammed up against a corner.

Fine. There are others. ]

Dungeon Run: Coiling Humbling Metal Doll

[ganymed]

[ Well, right away it seems gathering people for a dungeon run is a quick matter despite what's been happening. Though, all things considered, it makes sense from Ganymede's perspective; recent events have not really been because someone went to a normal dungeon area.

Not to mention, there are still perks to running through them.

But, anyway, once everyone has arrived, it becomes clear what kind of place it is. It seems to be a rocky desert where the middle of the area has a castle wall in which the point of entry into the actual dungeon is present. ]

...Is everyone ready to go?

[ Ganymede immediately checks in on everyone. Make sure your equipment's on! ]

[dissimulative]

Oriade, ready to go! Since we have three spellcasters, I'll tank.

[ Steam Gunners are absolutely not a tanking class. They have low defense, Oria will be taking a lot of damage. However, he'll be depending on the buffs, healing, and out-DPSing the enemies to stay alive. No pressure, guys.

Though his statement might make more sense with his special equipment. Once checked, they'll see that "any creature who scratches this armor will be poisoned and have their HP dropped to 1" and his weapon has an ability to paralyze enemies that it hits for five minutes. Should be more than enough to clear.

And no worries, he turned his pain sensors off. ]

[bleatingedge]

[Warping in is Leo! In an actual getup this time, surprisingly. A large ornate purple toga with golden accents graces his torso, complemented by a pair of golden bracers on his arms, golden anklets with little wings on them right above his hooves, and a golden circlet sitting on his forehead.]

Heyo, Faunus here~ Ready to cast spells and raise hell.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector wanders in last! And he's immediately unhappy with the Area. A desert? He's happy it's not yet another lava field, but he'd be happier with something less hot. Like a plain? Or a tundra? Why does he keep rolling the hot places?

He eyes Oriade. ]

Sure, but don't run too far ahead. I won't be able to keep you up, otherwise.

[ And his robes seem almost drab in comparison to Leo's, to the outfits he's been wearing previously. If he stood still, he'd look like an NPC. But at least it comes with a sick barrier effect (to be seen :eyes:).

He gestures ahead. ]

All right. Let's go.

[ganymed]

[ Between volcanic areas and frosty tundras...deserts are almost complete welcome, though Ganymede is already more or less focused on everyone else's responses.

At least by now he definitely knows what a tank is. The sudden change in Hector and Oria's attire is noticeable, though Leo's garb is certainly flashy.

As the party (presumably) pulls ahead, the blond looks to and fro, but right away there are immediately a trio of Dead Presents making their appearance. ]

I swear, these guys look as ugly as they do the last couple of times...

[ But, Ganymede's complaint about monsters looking realistically ugly aside, he goes right on ahead and remembers that he has a magic strengthening buff. So hope everyone enjoys a lovely dosage of La Corma followed by La Corv! A magic strength assist and physical strength raising move. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Much thanks to Ganymede, Oria loads up Rue Wipe, a multitarget physical water skill, and it has a stronger damage output than expected due to buffs. He doesn't get to party with buffers often, so this is nice.

Since there are only three, he manages to stun them all.

Up to the others to finish them off! ]

Post-Halloween Party (wake me up when September ends)

[ganymed]

( From here. )

[ It doesn't take very long for them to return to Ganymede's mansion.

As soon as they walk in the door and it is closed behind them, the blond turns around to face Michel, pawing at the front of his cloak, and once again hefting himself up for a kiss, aiming to make it deep and passionate.

He and Michel are very aligned on indulging with their costumes still on, after all. Perhaps this is what they call costume play? ]

FJDSKFLSDFS throws water on u

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel makes a faint noise of surprise but wraps his arms around Ganymede's waist obligingly, half lifting him into the kiss.

He hasn't forgotten the body he left behind. But at times he can feel a little wistful about this one, its easy strength, how it feels to lift Ganymede like this as if he's nothing. Most especially when he can feel the warmth of Ganymede's skin against his arm when the sleeve of the robe slips up, his forearm bare between the gaps in costume bandages. ]

I thought... you would pick something easier to dance in.

[ But he's forced to murmur the question between kisses, claiming another one as he parts his lips to let Ganymede make it as deep as he likes. ]

😇😇😇

[ganymed]

[ For once Michel is the one in robes, and not him. How funny the contrast is; not like his costume leaves much to imagination here, feeling practically a bit bare in some respects.

It's incredible to be lifted up by the other's hands, pressing a bit more into the kiss, only stopping a bit when the other murmurs into it a little and his hands grip onto the other male's shoulders a bit tighter, though not by much. A soft sigh and laugh escapes him nonetheless. ]

Isn't what I'm wearing actually easy to dance in, though?

[ A softly mumbled question in turn, but easily with Michel's lips parted, he turns his head, and allows his tongue to slip in. Before, the action might be a bit more awkward...now, they have had a bit more time to practice. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ He can feel that laugh, that sigh warm against his skin. It coaxes a little smile from him in return as he shifts his hold on Ganymede carefully. With the door so close behind them still it's easy to turn Ganymede to press him back against it, use the leverage to slide his hands up under Ganymede's thighs and lift him bodily off the ground. ]

M-mhm, if you say so...

[ He's not really motivated to put Ganymede down long enough to find out, though. It feels so effortless to return the kiss, his eyes sliding closed in contentment, Ganymede's tongue hot against his. ]

[ganymed]

[ With the door shut tight behind them...well, Ganymede isn't even thinking of visiting stragglers since it is just so far out and there are guilds present. When he feels Michel press his back into the door right behind him, the levels of excitement begin to rise, to say nothing of how it feels for the other to lift him up off the ground bodily.

His heart's pounding a bit hard in his chest, wrapping his legs easily around the other male's waist with sinful ease as their lips continue to meet, kiss feeling like it's somehow even more deeper, passionate than before.

Any more words at this moment? Are lost in the moment, and even if they weren't, their current position makes it hard to make them audible in the slightest. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ The possibility of unexpected interruptions in Ganymede's own home is so far from Michel's mind right now. Ganymede's legs around him, the motion hitching that small skirt to god-knew-where up his thighs—

Michel groans a little into the kiss, half distracted as he begins to explore that very question with roaming fingertips. Between Ganymede clinging to him in turn and the door behind him, it's enough leverage that he can free one hand to wander, sliding up under the skirt and rucking it higher in irrepressible curiosity. Just what does Ganymede have on under that... ]