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  • It was the 22nd of February, 2020 AD.

    On that memorable day, at the height of noon eastern seaboard time, the world changed forever.

    The most common example cited was one of a man in the city - known then as New York - who'd been walking his dog out.

    As he crossed the intersection of Bell Boulevard and 48th Avenue in the Queens district of the city, he received a text message from his ex and felt a twinge of intense annoyance at her boasting of her new boyfriend.

    After sending her some less-than-wishful replies, he crossed the street and froze in shock as the glass of a thrift store next to him broke.

    Alongside with the glass shards, however, what sprawled on the sidewalk in front of him was unmistakably a demon. Not some kind of allegory or metaphor, but a rather literal beast from Hell, with blood-red scales, phosphorescent volcanic eyes, and black curled horns.

    It hissed at him then stepped forward menacingly. His dog shied away, running and taking its owner with it.

    Soon enough, other windows and glass surfaces across the street began to break as well, spilling other demons in a rainbow of colors, shapes, sizes, and degrees of malice. None of them pursued or were interested in him, although some did observe him with mild affront or curiosity. They started to pop up from other places; teleporting in the middle of the street with a sudden distortion of space, swimming from the shore of the nearby Oakland Lake, swooping in from the clouds on a pair of batlike membranes, feathered wings, or through no visible means of propulsion. Some of them were almost human in appearance, while some others were more like humanoid dragons that hunched over and were given an additional level of ominous character.

    In less than five minutes, by all means this man could use to determine it, the entire district of the city had at least a hundred of these demons. Most of which, to his confusion - as overshadowed as it was by his fear - appeared to be surprised and disoriented.

    He was quick to go home and inform the police, but he was too late: the police already knew.

    In that exact minute, in hotspots across New York, demons started appearing, with a strong focus on initial locations where some kind of negative emotion or particular brand of sin had been displayed, although it quickly spread to other places as well. Most of these demonic incidents were locked into the area of New York, with a handful in Connecticut, Long Island, and New Jersey.

    In less than two hours, fourteen percent of the civilian population was dead, and thirty-nine had evacuated the greater area spanning New York. At least ten percent had been captured by the enemy, and would later be enslaved.

    This was by no means, however, the only place this was happening.

    Fifteen minutes after the demonic attacks began, a skeleton in tattered black cloth robes teleported into the Kreml. Speaking in fluent Russian, he declared himself the new ruler of the Russian Federation on live television. Without much ado, he raised an onyx-wood scepter tipped with a spectral violet gem, which shot out with dozens upon dozens of dark purple cords. These cords connected to the necks of the president, Prime Minister, deputy ministers, federal ministers, and other governmental authorities in the building. They became his slaves, and the population of Moscow would become his army.

    Eight minutes before that, the Heavens above Rome began to rumble, as the Earth shook. The white tapestry of clouds split apart as a host of angelic creatures rushed down into the Vatican. Some of them were recognizably humanoid, while others resembled winged lionmen, or beings that weren't humanoid or even animal in appearance. There were spirits of air, water, earth, and fire with them, as well as other entities. One of them, introducing itself as Michael, promptly thanked the pope for his devotion then stepped into him and fused with him, becoming the All-Holy Prince.

    In other places, various other events took place, with reports that would have sounded truly insane for someone living back then.

    King Arthur rose from Avalon, brandishing Excalibur, and immediately repelled a fairy invasion of London, before reclaiming the throne. Every animal in the Chinese zodiac became manifest as a pack of traveling spirits, each one as large as a high-rise building was tall, and started to migrate across Asia. There were reports of a group of men in chrome-colored armor with reflective blue faceplates, who kidnapped the German president and claimed they were there in order to "stabilize the timeline."

    But that was the 22nd of February, 2020 AD.

    The current date is the 1st of March, 21XX.
Prologue

Birdsie

The God-Emperor of Mankind
Bend, Oregon.

It was a perfectly inadequate, nondescript shithole. At some point, a time vortex opened and consumed a good quarter of the city, leaving behind a ginormous crater. In the decade after that, a bunch of kobolds and goblins settled down there, making war-camps and periodically raiding the remaining humans and each other with primitive tools and weapons.

The city itself was surrounded by a thick wall, metal interspersed with glowing blue circuitry like a defensive fortification right out of a science fiction wet dream. It was studded with towers and barbicans, upon which stood rotary cannons and knights in advanced armor - the town watch of Bend, under the employ of the local mayor. They provided security to the nearby lands, staved off the kobold and goblinoid scum, and occasionally played cards for money at the local bars.

Bend, internally, was unremarkable. Empty, paved streets with half-working, strobing lights. There were only a handful of citizens on the streets at any time.

Down in the financial district, there was the famous and splendid Black Sasquatch Restaurant, a place where countless people had been invited for a meeting at the longest table on the second floor.
 
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The Black Sasquatch wasn't an elegant place or the kind of eatery where an honest businessman that wanted to dine with his boss and family would order a table.

It was the dingiest, most cramped restaurant in town: the lighting was piss-poor and the lightbulbs tended to flicker regularly, there were hundreds of insects layered upon hundreds of insects on the sick rust-yellowish fly tape next to the reception counter, and the cook was some kind of aberrant mutant; one arm stubbly with little, thin fingers, while the other was covered in thick, corded muscle and fat and possessed six additional joints that granted it a disturbing, snakeline flexibility as he flipped burgers with it on the sizzling, crust-coated grill. He grinned at any passing customer, one eye regarding them with full attention, while the other seemed to be loose in his socket, moving around like a googly-eye.

It wasn't the nicest place for a meeting. Quite to the contrary, it was kind of shit.

The message had been sent to come to this place, nonetheless, and use the stairs to the right, and enter the first room on the left. There, a simple dining room - an entire order of magnitude more elegant than the establishment below, although still shabby by most people's standards - with a single, long table set with white tablecloth and two rows of simple padded chairs.

Their potential boss had not yet arrived.

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Begin!
 
In one of the chairs of the table that was going to be overrun with people pretty soon, a single man stood before anyone.

Shitty old clothes that were almost falling apart due to poor care and age, with pants held together by a makeshift belt that was just a piece of cloth- legs atop the long table and a single hand holding a bottle of unremarkable piss-tasting beer. Despite the fact, the man grumbled something about the taste and had a less-than-friendly look on his face, and probably looked like the most normal member of the shitshow he knew was going to go down soon enough, he was not, in fact, some random homeless man that stumbled here by chance, and was one of the (((lovely folks))) that were invited here to do something.

A part of Seo-jun's mind told him that this wasn't gonna be worth it. That something was going to go wrong, that others were probably gonna be insufferable little twats, and the whole experience would end up with him going, 'wow, that was a shitshow. I can't wait until I'm old enough to forget this shit.' But another part, a less grouchy and assholish part, told him that this was gonna be a good opportunity to get some good magical artifacts for that freak, that maybe, just maybe, this will actually be worth his time, and humanity, despite the sorry state that it was what with gods giving up and going 'bollocks to this' actually wasn't gonna disappoint him again.

The chances of that were unlikely, though. The man snorted to himself, the sound akin to an old penguin choking on a fish before spitting it out, before he took another sip of his drink. For a single moment, Seo's eyes stared at the door, just waiting to see who would arrive- or who was already there. He was probably drunk already. Wouldn't surprise him if someone was here and he just didn't give a shit and was drunk, or just didn't give a shit.
 
Wobb had tried disguises for a long while. None of them worked, though. The radiation suit he wore into the states was full of holes now, and the humans had sniffed him out even when it wasn't. Too sloshy, he guessed. After that he tried wearing concealing clothes stuffed with towels. A human that well-bundled up and always wet was suspicious too. Then he tried combining those ideas, wearing a wetsuit stuffed with towels. Humans didn't wear wetsuits that far inland, though. So Wobb just gave up on disguises. He was sure that if he could get a 'hard suit', or an 'astronaut' uniform, he could try again, but those were rare. Thankfully, this part of the country had plenty of mutants and strange-beings. He didn't HAVE to hide, so much. He still got shunned and mocked, but he didn't immediately attract torches and pitchforks and monster hunters.

Entering The Black Sasquatch, Wobb felt like he didn't stand out much. So many eyes were on the Chef that he barely got the bat of an eyelash. Most people were looking at the thing he was holding: A slimy tablet of concrete, engraved with directions. It was a VERY rough copy of the paper flyer that he saw, advertising this quest, and it was on something that wouldn't immediately fall apart when exposed to slime. He studied it closely as he stepped up the stairs, his feet leaving wet, slimy prints on the wood, and taking all the splinters with them. Because most beings with skin hated splinters, and Wobb figured they wouldn't mind if he had a nice little snack on his way up. The sticky, poorly applied wood stain really spiced it up good.

Wobb almost went for the door on the right, but then he reread the tablet, and opened the left door. Sure enough, a table was set, and there was at least one man already there! Shabby clothes, grumpy face, the scent of liquor... Wow. Wobb had to be in the presence of a MASTER ADVENTURER! A grizzly one, who got old enough to get jaded! THE MOST MASTERFUL KIND. He even had a little bit of a magic aura! Wobb briefly envisioned him as the old, jaded, drunken master who taught some bright-eyed wild youth the ways of the warrior... But stopped himself. Wobb didn't have THAT much time on this quest. However, he did respectfully bow to the man before he took a seat opposite of him at the table. Then, confident that he had the correct place, he 'ate' the tablet. He didn't need it anymore.
 
A young man could be seen walking into the Black Sasquatch. His face could show his very thoughts on the location; repulsive, odd, characteristically smelly, and just what he's used to. While looking around the place he can be heard talking to himself in three different voices. "So why are we coming to this hellhole Hasani?" This voice sounds almost normal which is odd in this kind of place. "Well D, maybe I'm looking for a little fun for once. You and smoke shop seem to want and pay it easy but for once I want a turn. Also, Hellhole? You haven't seen what a real hell hole looks like." a deep yet charismatic voice that doesn't seem like it should come from the man talking. "Doran even though I would never agree with this vagabond I must say it seems like it might pay well and also if Hasani gets his way at least once in a while it will cause less trouble for the two of us later on." this voice seems robotic and unfeeling.

The odd man with three voices starts up the stairs. Unpleasantly stepping in what seems to be goo on the stairs. Once to the top, they walk into the room and he notices what seems to be the cause of said substance. A form that looks somewhat humanoid but is made of a sort of slime eating what seems to be concrete. also at the table, a drunk seems to have stumbled into the meeting room. Doran wouldn't want to tell him to leave so he just waits for whoever called this roundtable to kick them out themselves. "Hasani this doesn't seem like a good idea. We should probably find a simpler job elsewhere." The normal voice whispers into his shoulder. With a turn of his head into his other shoulder the deeper voice chimes up. "D, Listen if you want me to follow suit better than normal keep your ass planted, and let me do the talking, understand." The man then just slumps in his chair waiting for others.
 
Eris felt surprisingly out of place in the eatery full of misfits. Where everyone else seemed to be shifty-eyed and grisly, there entered an awkward Cambion in her usual outfit, a black and yellow sportswear, needless to say, she didn't hesitate taking the flight of stairs to her true destination in the first room on the left as instructed.

Knocking before entering, and noticing that the handle was strangely sticky as she pulled the door open, her face screwing in displeasure at the feeling on her hand. "Ew..." Eris muttered under her breath as she moved towards the table and wiped her hand on the plain white fabric of the tablecloth, silently apologizing to the orchestrator of the event at the new stain on their discussion table.

Looking around the room, she took note of a rather bedraggled man, a slime boy (that she assumed was the source of the sticky handle), and a rather average man wearing some old-fashioned clothes, but she wasn't one to judge considering she'd spent the first years of her life wandering around the human world without any clothes on.

She'd even tried eating some animals raw, but she'd never grown attached to the taste like the majority of her demonic brethren.

"Ah.. Hi! she said perkily with a small sheepish wave of the hand to those in the room, taking her own seat a space away from the disheveled man.

Her posture was rigid against the back of the chair, with her hands locked on her lap, clearly discomforted by those in her presence, as well as presumably the setting of choice by their host/hostess. Neither of these things bolstered her confidence, and while she didn't have much to worry about, she would much rather be doing something else, like rescuing puppies or kicking children, she didn't exactly care as long as it was enjoyable in some strange way.
 
The next person who entered the establishment would looked pretty ordinary, a woman with long flowing black hair, though her features would be somewhat dulled by her dead pan expression looking at everything in the peculiar restaurant with disinterest. Attached to her overly sized backpack would be an assault rifle, herself carrying a large camera on her shoulder.

Unlike everyone else present though as she entered the restaurant she already dipped into her bag to pull out a face mask and a pair of white surgical gloves, protecting her hand from whatever smudge was on the door handle. As she entered the room she didn't even bother to speak with the others, just making her way to an empty chair as she pulled out a spray of all purpose surface cleaner, using it on the chair and her part of the table before wiping it down with some paper towels. Looking up at everyone else the emotionless woman would finally address them.

"Hi there, I'm Leo, Leo Sax, but please don't use my last name on stream, don't want to be doxxed or anything." She introduces herself before changing her attention to the Camera, turning it on and fiddling with the settings on the screen display.

Picking it up she walks outside of the room, closing the door on her way out before taking a deep breath which suddenly resulted with her face switching to an eerily energized smile. Turning the camera to face her for a moment she turns it on, her voice could be heard from outside, from the sheer artificial hype it was filled with.

"HEEEELLO PGGAAAAAAAANG." followed by immediate finger guns and appropriate sound effects. "It seems people are slowly coming into the stream, so basically we're here in the middle of bum fuck nowhere investigating that weird email I got. Without further ado let's check it shall we bros?" No response, except the emotes on the screen.

Entering the room again she shines the Camera on everyone inside. "Yooo, this group looks pretty suspect no? Kekw" She whispers loudly enough for everyone to hear. "So who we got ere eh? Super Slime Bro, Smookin Demon girl- heh get it? Smoking? Wait guys why are you weird champing? It wasn't that bad you're all just haters." Moving the Camera to the other two.

"Strangely Aesthetic homeless man and wizard looking dude. Alright alright alright, pretty poggers group guys. Anyways, we're going to go back on our mid challenger grind when I get back, for a while it'll only be IRL streams. What do you mean I gave up? Bruh this is a break I ain't stopping the series." She then finally, walks to her chair and sits down.
 
Orobo Coltsin

Orobo glanced at his watch for a second, noting the time and glancing across the street as he did so. He wasn't late, that was a good thing. He wandered across the street to the entrance noting how run down and decrepit the place looked. He’d found the letter sitting on a bench almost as if it had been left there for him. The seal had been broken however, making the likelihood it had been intended for Orobo very slim. The contents of the letter had also been very slim noting the location and time with the simple statement of “I have a job. Be there. ” sitting in the center of the letter.

He glanced down at his clothes and made sure he was ready for the whole meeting. He was wearing his customary black shirt, torn ancient robe and pair of shorts. He didn't exactly look like he was going to a formal event. But Orobo didn't have much else to wear having been vomited up by a portal somewhere on the outskirts of town only a week before. He’d been picked up by a patrolling squad looking for goblins and after figuring he was a fairly normal enough guy they had brought him back to town.

Now he was staying with a foster family for magically discarded youths. Orobo himself didn't really understand why they had labeled him a “youth” but he had had little control over the process that had led him to joining the populace of the city. As many humans had been discarded by their times and realities, programs had been set up in certain cities to help these lost individuals find connections and normalcy in a world torn apart by chaos and magic. The patrol had taken him to the nearest government building, leaving him with the administration. Orobo had then been shuffled back and forth from building to building and office to office as the city attempted to get him logged into their census. He found himself a new member of the system by the next day, having gone through the whole rigamoroll of becoming a citizen in that afternoon.

It wasn't that hard to become a citizen apparently. With all the people dead from the cataclysms that had wracked the world, human lives were now considered a rare commodity. Or at least they were valued a little more than they had used to be. Now Orobo, who was actually around 400 years old, had been placed into the care of a foster home (He tried to tell them he wasn’t 18 but they had brushed it off as bureaucracy). He had been quickly bussed off to the home where he had then been dropped into the confused family’s care. Orobo had simply sighed and decided to roll with it for the time being. If he didn't like the setup he could always just leave.

Finally the summoner decided to enter the restaurant, finding his way to the assigned room on the second floor with little difficulty. He entered the room the others were in and immediately found himself intrigued. Inside was: a strange looking demon girl, glowing with energy or something, a boy made completely out of slime, (explains the stairs) a man in robes with a troubled expression on his face, a girl with an assault rifle talking to a camera in an obnoxious way that sent a chill down Orobo’s spine and a very disheveled looking (old?) man with a beer in his hands. Orobo took a seat at a table opposite the dirty looking man and analyzed his surroundings. It was about as dirty on the inside as it was on the outside, and it smelled little better inside.

He said nothing, just nodded to the others.

Something about the disheveled man told Orobo there was more to the figure than what met the eye. He’d need to keep an eye on the (old?) man. Orobo yawned and took out the letter he’d been given, reading it over and looking at it as if there were possibly something he had missed. He knew the letter wasn't technically to him, but it had been just sitting there and Orobo had gotten a gut feeling that it was more than just some junk. The letter had been waiting there perfectly for Orobo, the signs were all there, the stars were aligned, He could feel it in his bones. And hell it was in public space, so why the fuck not?

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The Black Sasquatch was, in fact, a shithole. And Milton loved it ever more because of that. Milton had found the letter hot glued to his motel room back in another close settlement that was almost entirely made of anthropomorphic animals, after having won himself a two-night stay through a game of Blackjack. And Milton, having had no idea where he was going after his stay ended in the motel, took the message up on it's offer, obviously. After packing his bags and jumping from the second story window as the town was culled by Cosmo Zombies, Milton found that the trip had most definitely not been in vain. After evading a particularly nasty group of kobolds on one of the fake-out paths to get to Bend, Bend itself felt nicer. It reminded Milton a quaint lifestyle he once had, long ago, before looking into features of the city. The City Guard, those high-tech dudes who Milton just knew were from the future, maybe even without knowing it, were pretty interesting. As a plus, Milton had heard they played card games at local pubs or watering holes, so if he ever needed information, he knew straight where to go. Actually getting into Bend wasn't hard, anyways, since being a Human had very rare perks such as these.

And now, the diner... it was, as Milton described it in his head, five out of five *chef kiss*. While most people probably saw it as a trashy place, Milton always related to places like these, down on their luck with cleaning control but trying their best nonetheless, and always wished to aid in that endeavor as much as he could until he moved on (or unless the staff/owners were assholes). Walking up the creaky staircase to the second floor, and narrowly missing strange gooey spots on said stairs, Milton was met with a new, strange, but for some reason exciting cast of characters. He could tell there were people from all over, with some glowing, and some looking as tired as on trapped in an eternal nightmarish Wonderland should be. Trying not to bother many of the people around him, Milton adjusted his round glasses and tie beneath his vest, and walked over to set down next to the girlish Neon person, who looked very uncomfortable to be in their current position. Sighing, glad there were people here who were a bit more worried than him, Milton relaxed a little, slid his blue jacket off of his back and onto the chair behind him, and began fiddling with the bulky camera he had brought along in case the chance for a good landscape came up for his collection.
 
Kishimoto Sayaka
LOCATION The Black Sasquatch
INTERACTIONS Everyone
A female cyborg, with light pink hair, two katanas, and seemingly samurai-inspired equipment, approached the disgusting restaurant with firm motions that only someone in the military can make. While the lower half of her face was covered by her mask, the expression in her eyes was more than enough to convey her feelings toward the place.

This place is worse than the ruins surrounding Edo, Sayaka thought to herself. She sincerely hoped she wasn't wasting her time being overseas. For all she knew, the invitation could've been a ploy from the nobility. But then again, she heard rumors of Nanashi going overseas as well, so there probably was something happening here.

Sayaka entered the... place... and followed the instructions of the letter, taking the stairs on the right, ignoring the rest of the people in the first floor. Her high heels clacked on the each step up, avoiding the small radioactive stains of slime. While it wouldn't hurt her, she had no intention of starting the meeting with lumps of goo stuck to her feet. Unfortunately, she could only sigh at the sight of the doorknob, being covered in smudges of the same slime. Yep... worse.

Sayaka lifted her right hand up to her face, and swung down in a slicing motion towards the doorknob at incredible speed. The slime that was on the doorknob splattered onto the ground, and the doorknob was now clean. With that, she entered the meeting and looked around the room. Let's see... That explains the slime. Hmm?? My spirit vision huh... I guess there's more to the old man than meets the eye. A western demon... A normal girl with a gun? Why is she filming herself? ... Wait, does that man have three souls within him? ... Perhaps I should exorcise him... I'll leave that for later. Another man with a camera, nothing notable... and a boy? Something doesn't feel right about him...

After eyeing everyone, she lightly bowed forward in a greeting and took a seat at the table. With a clean motion, she pulled out her invitation and placed it on the table. Sayaka spoke, her synthesized yet clean voice flowing out from her mask, "I assume everyone else is here for this as well?"


 
Sebastian Aschenbrenner
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A man(?) stepped in front of the Black Sasquatch and stared at it with his emerald eyes, their soft glow partially illuminated his inhuman appearance. His cane, endowed with a silver crow for a handle with crimson gems for eyes, was planted firmly into the ground. He did not need this cane for walking, it is merely for offense and defense. The man(?) adjusted his top hat and began to make his way towards the little dingy, diner. It seems this mysterious employer believes that the middle of nowhere is the best place for a meeting... I disagree with his conclusions. The man thought as he walked forward, cane striking first then his feet. His coattails parting to reveal his elegantly tapered pants.

Before he entered the diner itself however, he had taken note of a slimy residue that littered the path, curiously a blue color. From the few encounters that he has had with slimes, they range from pathetically incompetent to masterful foes that should not be underestimated. But why would a man who has everything come to this place? A man who enjoys the wonders of creativity and machine-making, a man who delves into the finer aspects of living? The one thing all men should know... Their genesis. A man who does not know his roots is never complete, some forget their origins but they know them in their souls and that is what our man here hopes to find. Although the gentleman here wishes to know of his human life, it doesn't mean that he lets this drive take over his life, humans are victimized by concepts such as revenge, altruism, or justice and thus they find themselves hollow at the end of their journeys.

He entered the diner and all of its' current occupants turned to look at him, it was not because of his skeletal image that much he knew. It was the weaponry that could be seen on him. A quadruple barreled shotgun dangled from his back, a matching strap for his coat while on his steel waist, a magnetically locked revolver. The revolver pistol appears to be expertly cared for, its' barrel and cylinder shone while the woodwork is cleanly maintained with no abrasions, deformations, or anything that can be considered ugly. The grip also sported a unique crest, that of a double headed avian holding a shield with wings flared. The man tipped his hat at the owner to announce his arrival, he was most certainly not a savage.

The man turned then walked to the stairs as the instructions told, the same slime residue also marked the path that was instructed. As he made his way upstairs, the unmistakable noise of the air being sliced and the ploping of a gelatinous substance. The source of the sound was gone by the time he got up the stairs but with the evidence present it seems that someone had the courtesy of cleaning the doorknob, at least he assumes that is what happened, given that there is a slimy puddle beneath the doorknob.

He spun his cane beneath his arm then turned the recently cleaned doorknob. When he entered, a synthesized voice posed a question. Her voice module is masterfully crafted but from visage, he could guess this was one of those cyborg samurai from the Divine Emperor over at Japan, up until now he had only heard vague rumors from foreign travelers."A most astute observation, mein Fräulein." The voice of the man with glowing eyes could be best described as highly sophisticated but had an unusual rasp to it. The inside of the man's gorget began to glow, revealing his most ghastly face or lack there of to the group. He lowered his right arm then from his sleeve slid out an envelope, he caught it with two fingers then lifted it up."Guten Tag to you all."

This was an interesting assortment of individuals. The drunk is perhaps the most out of place yet the cyber-Lich has had encounters with people who are skilled in deception. A charcoal colored, demon with yellow aspects dressed in a tracksuit, a most pleasing coloration in the Lich's mechanical eyes. A girl with a rifle and a streaming device, wonderful, his emotional vaults registered a minutae ping of anger. The obviously samurai inspired girl who the Lich suspected was the one who sliced the air. Two men, one with plain round glasses and another with arcane scarring on his body, perhaps bodily modifications? Another man who appeared to be a monk, perhaps a warrior priest? Ah, the culprit behind the messy additions to the diner, a blue slime with a single eye.
 
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Clarissa Rhimes et. al.

Traveling by montage was definitely the way to go. Clarissa started off taking a flying whale from Johannesburg to New Orleans, wound up on a train headed to New York, caught a flight to Austin, Texas but ended up landing in Neo Austin instead which gave her the option of using magical mag-lev wagon-train transit up to Colorado. A friendly band of generic-Native-Americans-from-no-specific-tribe were kind enough to open a portal right into Bend. When the armed militia pointed their guns at her, all she had to do was wave her hands in a harmless fashion and display some kind of an ID they all found acceptable before the pointed out the Black Sasquatch. Whereupon she entered the upstairs dining room through a side door and stopped to assess the other people here.

The whole process took exactly as long to experience as it took to type, and it didn't bother with logistics like currency conversion or the fact this dining room hadn't had a side door until literally this sentence.

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The drunk man staring at the room's entrance looked enough like a walking trope to be both familiar and comforting for Clarissa. Given she'd come in behind his back, she was content to let him remain unaware of her presence.

He looked strange, though. Or at least he did by the the time she'd looked at everyone else. Clarissa frowned, trying to put her finger on the difference. Then she took out her smartphone, and took a picture of the room before snapping her fingers in revelation, thereby revealing her presence to him.

"I know this RP doesn't have faceclaim aesthetics but couldn't you have tried to look like everyone else?" she asked the drunk man, if he turned to look at her. "...Although I suppose since you were the first one in, it's everyone else's fault they didn't follow your example. Fine, you get a pass."

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Slime monster in the form of a man. Not only a trope but one she'd experienced already! Or maybe just read about back when she'd been YHWH reading through the whole of the Isekai fandom. The tablet munching was amusing. He was almost certainly harmless but he had an 80% chance of being weaponized and turned into an acid-devouring monster later in this story so she kept an eye on him, watching for signs that he might be the protagonist here.

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A man possessed by an angel and a demon and talking to both briefly irritated her. Beyond demons and angels being overused depictions, she could tell these particular depictions were wrong. Like most of them were. But this also wasn't the real world and she couldn't be bothered to set the cosmology straight. After all, she was here because this was an RP in a simulation that would help her solve a war in a fictional setting she was playing in for fun. Getting angels and demons to be accurate sounded suspiciously like work.

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...And then there was the cambion. It wasn't bad enough someone was playing a character with an angel and demon possessing them, this girl looked like the daughter of a demon. Despite the fact that YHVH had forbidden demons from assuming human form since the Flood, preventing exactly this sort of scenario. Besides, demons and angels had Nephilim for offspring, not cambions.

But, again, this was a fictional setting. Besides, she looked cute!

So Clarissa offered Satan's daughter a friendly little wave and a playful smile, and then an even friendlier wink if the other girl made eye contact.

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The otherwise ordinary girl with the assault rifle and camera made for a refreshing change of pace. A palette cleanser, after a fashion. Of course, Clarissa arrived after the OCD cleaning and the running streamer commentary pitter patter so instead she just watches the girl for a moment, before posing if the camera came her way.

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Another man sat at the table, reading a note. If not for the infernal magics etched into his skin, he might be the most nondescript of all of them. But since it looked like he wanted to keep a low profile, Clarissa paid him the courtesy of letting him remain unbothered. Especially since there were now two other girls who were both easy on the eyes.

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The lad sitting next to the Cambion also had a camera, like the streamer girl, and she could tell he was naturally emotive. Undoubtedly, he was someone's love interest already, or would shortly be. Possibly even hers, though as Goldmoon she was already married to a man and as Alpha Set Niner he had three husbands and finding a nice girl sounded really appealing at this point.

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Oh, a cyborg girl! With pink hair, swords, a delightfully synthesized voice and (this was the important part) ample tits and ass on display. This was Clarissa's kind of roleplay!

At the other woman's display of a note and her asked question, the South African Genre-Bender reached into an inner pocket of her vest and produced a note. Well, that was convenient. She read it and was unsurprised to see it said "I have a job you'll find interesting at the Black Sasquatch in Bend, Oregon." That explained why she'd travel montaged to get here, from the other side of the world.

Clarissa turned the note around to show its wording to the cute cyborg. "Looks like it," she agreed. "Call me Clarissa Rhimes."

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The entrance of the cyber lich drew the Genre-Bender's attention, largely because the 'man' had spent so many paragraphs setting up his entrance. Sebastian's armaments in particular drew a look, since he'd spent a paragraph describing them.

Then he spoke. German, really? How many tropes was he aiming for?


"Well," she said, gazing around the room. "I think almost everyone's here. Still one more character sheet but I'm sure Reinhardt Reinhardt will be along shortly. And, of course, our inevitably overpowered employer who will give us a task they can probably do with trivial ease on their own but won't. After all, if they did, we wouldn't be here, there wouldn't be a story and then they might not exist."

"Shall we do introductions, everyone? Clarissa Rhimes. Genre-Bender, at your service."
 
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Fucking Christ, (hallujah) that was a lot of people.

Okay...Let's see. First of all- Seo's eyes landed on the slime kid. All goopy, radioactive, probably naive too, classical slime stuff. He seemed to look at him differently from the others, where they saw him as some sort of old man before realizing there's something else that meets the eye, (there's always something else that meets the eye) this little dude probably thought of him as somewhat impressive. Honestly, considering his track record, he's worried that's both sides of this story are right. Then...There was the dude who was talking to himself. Seo frowned and drunk more from his bottle. Some literal demon chick wearing very eye-catching sports clothes. Chug. Some cyborg with a skin-tight suit and more eye-catching shit. Chug chug. A literal fucking german lich, (Kaith, Swatisgan, is that you?) Chug chug chug.

And then finally, there was the girl who said the word 'poggers' out loud and a whole bunch of language Seo could have swore died over a century ago. His eye twitched.

He didn't even bother trying to look at the others, as he pulled his feet from atop the table, an already exhausted look on his face as he pulled his drinks closer and started drinking away. He was wrong. He was so wrong. This was already shit. This group was going to be shit- well, not most of them, maybe one of two of them he wouldn't mind walking with, but with everyone walking together people like the german lich and the streamer girl who was most likely gonna make a shitty emoji of his face was going to bring the most awful and obnoxious trait of the group worse than ever. When everyone is an obnoxious shit, everyone is.

Just as he was about to not risk it and throw himself off the window, a voice and a presence suddenly stopped him. Seo blinked, as his eyes turned to face a figure he didn't notice before. Not because of him being an ass or her sneaking around him or something- it felt, weird. It was almost as if her presence compared to everyone else's was so average yet at the same time so quirky and unique it blended in together with the vibe of the room, making an otherwise common and uninteresting person at first glance suddenly stand out a whole lot more. It almost felt like what she said to him didn't fit her appearance and the character he read from her. Seo squinted his eyes. Even the way she spoke- even the way she talked, it was all so different. A part of him told him he wasn't drunk enough for this bullshit, another told him that ironically, she would be the less insufferable person here.

Either because she knew how bullshit everything was, and just went with it, or she just poked a familiar feeling he sometimes felt. He snapped his fingers as she said her 'title.'

"Fuckin' knew it." The old hobo said suddenly, his voice surprisingly pleasing, but clearly belonging to a man with his personality. "You're one of those fourth wall people, aren't you? Welp, this suddenly is gonna go waaay easier."

Seo smiled and pulled a bottle of beer with slightly more quality. Fourth wall breakers, as he met them in the past, are weirdoes that are extremely useful. Either they call out on the bullshit and nonsense of the world and tend to be so average that the most illogical of things tend to not work around them, or are just quirky and go with the very obvious 'tropes' or 'genres' as they call it to pull out things akin to precognition, or solving an entire show's season worth of content and heartbreaking fights and stories in just a few minutes due to having common sense, or just being smart enough to guess a trope, and how it applies to someone or a situation.

These guys are bullshit. They tend to either be really powerful and quirky or just annoying. But they're useful.

...There's still more to this lady than meets the eye- something about her still irks him, most notably, his blessings, but he didn't like the thought process that led him to his conclusion so he drunk some more beer, getting a bit drunker and forgetting to worry about it.

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Seo-jun. I'm...I guess I'm immortal." With a bullshit amount of items that are bullshit specifically because they're ambiguous, yes. "And yeah, I'm here for the world's vaguest job offer, just like you all."
 
Nathaniel Klaus

Nathaniel dropped one foot after the other out of the bus, armor jangling as he did so. He was a half block from the destination. The Black Sasquatch it was called, a dingy and old restaurant with mold growing on the exposed wood of the building’s foundation. The street in front of the business was speckled with potholes and bullet holes, with the occasional crater to spice things up. Nathan sauntered across the street whistling, swinging his axe in a wide circle over and over as he did so. Then with one fluid movement he sheathed the axe, mid swing, on his back and took a step inside the diner. The first floor was mostly occupied, surprising, especially given the smell from the kitchen.

The room reeked of alcohol and other more unknown substances. Nathan stopped whistling and went upstairs to the second floor, each step of the staircase groaning under his weight. He almost slipped and fell near the top, finding the final steps coated in a slimy substance. He began whistling again, walking down the hallway until he reached the room of the meeting. Opening the door with little regard for his own strength, Nathan found the door came off slightly at the hinges. Sweating inwardly, he attempted to right the door, force it back into position, and yet somehow made the situation even worse. He groaned and then decided to just try and walk in. Nathan had almost avoided breaking the door up until this point, at which it came entirely off the hinges after knocking slightly against the wall.

The door slammed into the floor with a loud crash, and Nathan winced slightly, noting the room actually had plenty of occupants. Nathan waved briefly and awkwardly before turning back to the door. He lifted it from the ground and placed it on the wall next to the entrance. He then turned back to the group and jabbed a thumb behind him at the door.

“Hah! Doors! What'll they think of next?”

Standing awkwardly at the head of the room for a moment, Nathan took a second to look at all the other people who had come to the meeting. There was A hermit of some sort drinking a beer, A slimy looking fella that Nathan made a note of for what had happened on the stairs and another man in full robes with a staff that appeared to be talking to himself. Nathan also made a note of this man for future reference before looking at the other occupants of the room. A strangely demonic looking girl in sportswear sat with rigid posture next to the hermit, and near them was another normal looking woman with an assault rifle and a video camera, and near this camera was another man with another camera and a pair of glasses like Nathan.

Next there was another man, covered in scarring and tattoos to a point Nathan considered beyond eccentric. Then there was a woman clad in armor like Nathan, yet it was very apparent this was of a much more modern design. After this was a man made entirely out of metal, and carrying what could be humbly called an armory on his back. And finally there was a very average looking woman dressed in fancy clothes with a piercing through the bridge of her nose.

He then realized he’d been standing there for too long and now looked even weirder. He took a seat near the armored girl and the metal man nodding at everyone as he did so. It appeared he had interrupted during the middle of introductions. “How embarassing.” he thought to himself as he sat there, before deciding he might as well introduce himself himself. He stood up from the chair almost as soon as he had sat down and then tried to catch as much eye contact from the others as possible (this proved difficult with a helmet on). After walking to the front of the room again, standing for a moment, the voice in the back of his head said “Well? Go on, introduce yourself boy.”

“ I am Nathaniel Klaus, warrior and death dealer extraordinaire. Nice to meet all of you, especially you slime boy. I look forward to working with all of you.” Putting his hands together Nathan continued, “So does anyone else have any idea why we’re here?”

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Most people assumed that streamers like Leo would be home buddies, but that in the case of Leo wasn't really true. Of course, she was able to go beyond her human limits and stay awake for dozens of hours at a time grinding the competitive ladder of a single game. Don't get her wrong, Leo didn't like going outside because of the nature or something like that, that'd be stupid. She doesn't wake up at 4 am every day to go running, she does it because that's the least active time for viewership and because physical health will maintain her overall skill in her competitive games.

That's the same reason she was here really, the content basically made itself, she didn't have to do anything extra except keep the camera steady and watch the chat and oh boy were her viewers excited.

Though to be fair she was already seeing the spikes in her female viewership come in, probably coming over from the pretty boys who play with other pretty boys, hard baiting with the homosexual innuendos. He did wonder if he could make the homeless guy do something with the tattooed guy, the slime guy looked like a bottom? Plans people, plans. Snackofthefuture Snackofthefuture Celestial Speck Celestial Speck Graystone713 Graystone713

And plans were on her mind as she turned around to the left to see other kid playing with a camera like him. He looked pretty soft spoken so maybe he could be involved in her endeavours to increase female viewership, love triangles and scandals brought a lot of attention. Or at least he could he do camera work. Squad141 Squad141

Then the immediate spikes in viewership arrived- making the face of the camera woman frown as she looked up to stare at the source of all this attention, her results will not surprise you don't click here. Of course it, was the hot anime samurai girl. She didn't really get it, being numb to the novelty of it but who was she to complain if she was bringing in viewership, hell she should probably thank her because she was making everyone else introduce themselves. Alteras Alteras

The robotic skelebro was certainly a cool sight, resulting with a quite handful of poggers but at the same time the more people try the amount of people dropped hate, shown by the opposing torrent of people proclaiming him as cringe. Either way she was more interested in the guns, wondering if he did commissions. Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian

Turning her camera in the direction of the next person to speak up, resulting in a loud whistle of admiration. "Nobody told me God was a woman, blessed be our day." She asked as a compliment in reaction to her pose, after all Leo knew a pretty face when saw one and she didn't mind rebounding the attention. Epiphany Epiphany

Seo's sudden outburst would get the spotlight on him, people in chat already calling him resident boomer. Either way no matter what crazy shit he was on pointing out meta commentary with more meta commentary doesn't make the subsequent meta commentary any funnier. Cringe. Celestial Speck Celestial Speck

Some Larper entered in then, sitting down as he interrupted the entire flow, her chat not to slow to point the inherent awkwardness. Either way, she thought this group all the edgy teenagers part of her viewers covered, but this guy was definitely the cherry on top. Snackofthefuture Snackofthefuture

Finally, she would turn her Camera on the cute demon girl. Zooming into her face before speaking to her. "Well what about you miss? Don't be too shy with your self introductions, I'm pretty sure you have the best shot at becoming best girl." Noble Scion Noble Scion
 
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Eris
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As time passed more and more people made their appearance, making the previously empty room become a whole lot more lively with the... Varying personalities of the new entrants.

An armed human speaking English yet not making sense, at least to Eris, with her strange terms, boisterously flitting around the room and introducing themselves as Leo Sax and pointing the camera at her, presumably recording. "Aha.. Hi, Ms. Sax." she said modestly, once again giving an unenthusiastic wave by way of flicking her wrist to the side. Strange, but at least they seemed approachable unlike some of the other members, she would have offered her own name in return but they seemed to have already bustled their way on to the others in the room. June Verles June Verles

The second one to appear after her namely being one of those 'other members', but nonetheless, she gave him a friendly smile as he took a seat opposite, flicking her phone out and opening up Cookie Clicker, levelling up the various generators and vigorously tapping at the screen for approximately a minute before putting it away again as even more people entered. Snackofthefuture Snackofthefuture

Surprisingly another person entered that seemed just as regular as she tried to be, dressed in casual clothes that, unlike her scruffy seat neighbor, were clean, and took a seat next to her. Taking the initiative, she chirped a soft "Hi! How are you?" his way, taking notice of what was the second camera to be shown in the room. She was beginning to wonder if this was a photoshoot of some kind, who knows, maybe she'd become an idol for the humans! Unlikely, but the thought amused her. Squad141 Squad141

The newest arrival was by far the most visually interesting, at least to Eris. Definitely a human, yet strangely mechanized unlike any other she'd seen. She stared for a small while, taking in the sight and thinking about how they worked. She'd dissected corpses before in a bit of a messy way, not killed by her own hand of course, probably by one of her brethren, and she'd even dissected one of her own corpses just to see how she herself worked, but she now had a strong curiosity as to how a robot-human functioned considering it was something completely new. She'd have to read into it later, or maybe even ask.

"Yeah I think. It's kinda hard to tell what I'm here for when they didn't tell me anything about it, aside from 'be here'" she replied to the cyborg with a chuckle, breaking from her fixated gaze after realizing she'd been staring. She'd ask those questions in a more intimate setting, now was the time for introductions. Alteras Alteras

A skeleton was the next to make an appearance, which piqued her interest just as much as the metal woman as it seemed to be perfectly capable of thoughts and speech despite evidently not having any flesh. Another one she'd have to ask about, but again, for later. She was rendered a little speechless by their appearance, and so didn't return the greeting, but she doubted they'd notice anyway considering the amount of people that had already crowded in. Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian

Another human, fancily dressed this time, made their way into the room, and while she wasn't very impressed visually as much as say the mechanized skeleton or the humanized robot, she got a strange feeling about them that she couldn't exactly explain. Her face glowed slightly at the specific attention directed towards her, and returned the smile and wave, a little more sheepishly than she had before, letting thoughts about the wink lingering in her mind before allowing them to be interrupted by the appearance of, unsurprisingly, another member of the now small-army sized collection of misfits. Epiphany Epiphany

A big ol' metal knight. It would be an understatement to say that she didn't just giggle at the immense amount of diversity between the people in the room. The chuckle turned to a laugh at the the absurdity of it all before she caught herself. "Hehe... I guess I'm not that out of place then." she chuckled to herself as the axe-wielding giant jostled around the door before taking a seat and introducing himself, as most others had done. Snackofthefuture Snackofthefuture

Her ears perked at the certain phrase of "I'm immortal" coming from none other than the tramp beside her, which brought out another onslaught of repressed giggling as she awaited her turn in the speaking order. Celestial Speck Celestial Speck

It seemed to have become her turn to introduce herself to the collective, although she did feel a little camera-shy as a result of the coercion from the camera-woman. "I'm Eris, a Cambion, but fear not as I have been following one of your 'human religions' and think I've gotten quite a handle on those morals things. I'm immortal too, in a bit of a strange way unlike the rest of my demonic brethren, and I'd love to get to know many of you better." she bubbled proudly from her seat, smiling radiantly at the prospect as she finished. @ everyone pretty much
 
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A response quickly came to Sayaka as a macabre looking cyborg opened the door. ... German?... a cyborg... lich? Quite an inelegant design. The bare-metal structure combined with the western high-class clothing was certainly quite a look, but not one for her Japanese sensibilities. After all, in Japan, almost all cyborg models are forged from the Imperial Forge, so must be refined to say the least. Well, the letter he held was enough to affirm her question. Sayaka simply nodded toward the newcomer, before being surprised by the arrival of another. Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian

What the... I don't recall there being a door, nor does my system log recall it either. Huh? She became confused at the words the normal looking women uttered to the old man, and even more by the old man himself. She kept looking back and forth between the new door and her. Nonetheless, she nodded at her and the old man's greetings and introductions. Epiphany Epiphany Celestial Speck Celestial Speck

The demon girl also replied to her question, to which Sayaka nodded once more. A Cambion? I guess the equivalent would be a half-youkai? Another immortal, huh... She wondered as she listened to Eris's introduction, spurred on by the girl with the camera. Noble Scion Noble Scion

Sayaka turned focus to the large... warrior who broke the door. At this point, considering the how varied this gathering was, she wasn't too surprised at the appearance of the man. The armor was quite hefty it seems, and looks to be of the ancient sort. She also nodded at the man's introduction. Snackofthefuture Snackofthefuture

"I guess it is my turn" she said seeing how the intros seem to have come back around. "Kishimoto Sayaka, a Samurai Cyborg, at the service of the Divine Emperor. This is quite the eclectic gathering, I must say. I really must wonder what kind of job this is."


 
Orobo Coltsin


Orobo was caught up in his thoughts, wondering at his situation, considering leaving in fact. But he was already there, already in a room full of strangers who might have found it suspicious if he suddenly just left. The group that had gathered was eclectic and quite interesting, marking off many genres and nationalities with ease. Another figure entered the room at that point, carrying a camera in his hands and a pair of glasses on his face. He looked weak. The glasses definitely didnt help. Orobo didn't particularly like the weak, and he made a note to not trust the man. It was nothing personal, if he proved himself useful then that was a plus, until then however, Orobo wouldn't rely on him for help or combat assistance. In fact, as he mulled over the weak looking man, he decided that all the others should be placed in the “Unreliable” category until they proved otherwise.

Orobo examined the rooms and marveled at how out of shape the room was. The paint on the walls peeled and the ceiling groaned with the weight of its light and own structure. The floor was made of wooden planks, some old and decaying by the looks of it. Orobo grimaced as he returned his POV to the others in the room. Then a new one entered and Orobo raised an eyebrow; she appeared to be a samurai of some sorts, decked out in extensive body modifications and tech upgrades. The glasses-wearing fellow had already taken a seat next to the demon girl, and Orobo noticed the girl seemed to be doing something with her phone. He smiled back at her when she smiled at him, hoping it didn't look forced. He liked demons a lot, and was quite good at handling them, as he had to be considering he was a summoner. Maybe he could get a contract with the neon woman. Returning to the tech samurai, she took a seat without introducing herself, simply asking if everyone was there the same thing she was. Orobo looked to the left at this statement, realizing he had no idea why he was there really. He’d basically just gotten bored and taken a chance on someone else’s mail.

After the samurai girl came a metal skeleton that Orobo almost mistook for a demon upon seeing. The top hat was a fashionable touch in Orobo’s mind and he made a note to figure out how the metal man pulled it off. He was also heavily armed, that much was apparent. Orobo nodded at the guten tag, remembering that Germany had been nuked to oblivion in his old world. Everyone else seemed to have a letter as well, a thought that comforted Orobo and set him on edge at the same time. After the German skeleton came an unremarkable looking woman who broke the fourth wall at every opportunity. She seemed to know a lot about what was going on, but it was in a weird vague sort of way. She REALLY put him on edge. He had dealt with mad gods before, and genre benders were not far from that coveted title. They had all spoken a lot like her, the gods and the genre benders. He made a note to not get on her bad side. They were bad news, all of them.

Seo Jun, the homeless looking man was immortal. Orobo had had a feeling that the man wasn't what he seemed, and that feeling had been correct to Orobo’s pleasure. Orobo watched their interaction with interest, wondering what sort of people the two were. People were starting to introduce themselves now and Orobo decided he’d go once an opportunity presented itself. The person who entered next ripped the door off the hinges and Orobo inwardly groaned at the act. An armored giant of sorts entered the room, a battle axe on his back and a broken door in hand, leaning it against the wall before finding a seat and introducing himself. Looked like the easily manipulated type, perhaps the two of them could find an arrangement.

The cameragirl was out of her seat interacting with the demon girl and Orobo glanced curiously at the laptop screen, finding comments plastered all over the chat. The demon girl was named Eris, and was a Cambion and Orobo wondered what her deal with immortality was. He sorta wished he was immortal. Orobo had no idea how old he’d get in the end. He sort of doubted he’d die of old age. He knew he could die at least, as he had been very close to death on many, many occasions. Then after the demon, the samurai spoke, introducing herself as Kishimoto Sayaka, a name he found rolled off the tongue nicely. At least to him.

Getting up after the samurai was done introducing herself, Orobo turned to face the group and said, “I'm Orobo Coltsin, Summoner and soldier for humanity. I'm not from this world, got dumped here through some weird portal about a week ago after nearly getting my shit kicked in by some fallen angels. Yeah from what i’ve heard about this world, not a very crazy story, but i'm still new here so I'd appreciate it if you all helped me out a little bit. Guidance in this strange world would be appreciated.” He looked from each person to the next nodding to each. “I'm good at summoning demons and I have a lot of control over my body. Like this sorta.” Orobo held up a hand as a bone blade slowly pushed itself out of his wrist through his palm. He then retracted the blade with a bloody shlick. There was no exit wound but there was some blood dripping down him. An eye then grew on his open palm, then shifting into an ear, and then finally, a mouth.

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Sebastian Aschenbrenner
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As Sebastian pulled the letter back into his reinforced sleeve, another eccentric individual introduced herself to the group. A reality warper who is keenly aware or so delusional that they are convinced of their fictionality, the very thought causes him to metaphorically roll his emerald eyes. He's only met two of these unique individuals yet Sebastian loathes all of them, but it wouldn't be right to judge or underestimate an entire people based on the actions of a select few so for now, Clarissa receives the benefit of doubt.

Next on the line was the drunkard, Seo-jun who proclaimed he was immortal, a likely story in a chaotic world as this, everyone is some variety of immortal, like ice cream flavors. Although that did confirm Sebastian's partial assumption that this man was immensely experienced. The loud crash of the door hitting the ground made the cyberlich turn on a dime to face the new occupant of the room, an armored looking fellow with a battleax. The sight of his comically large helmet horns is humourous to the lich, it reminded him of the Teutonic Knights although if they were exaggerated visually. The knight inroduced himself as a Nathaniel Klaus... Perhaps the connection to the Teutons wasn't so far-fetched.

He turned back to the group and lowered his cane to the floor from its' previously snug position between his body and arm. He watched as the camera girl slowly turned the camera towards every occupant of the room and immediately realized what her goal is, she's a streamer... A practice that should have died out when the Event first happened but it seems that practice managed to endure all this time, it caused the cyberlich to shake his head. Then the streamer invaded the demon girl's personal space to supposedly to give her a chance to be 'best girl', whatever that was. The cambion introduced herself as Eris, another immortal which was unsurprising to the lich.

After the last person introduced themselves, Sebastian placed his metallic fingers on the edge of his top hat and bowed."I am Sebastian Aschenbrenner, Lich Lord of Aust Manor, a pleasure to meet you all."
 
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Wobb might’ve spoken sooner. He might’ve introduced himself! But he was sort of gobsmacked by the sheer amount and quality of cute adventure girls. He was purple in the face right now, and he hoped they didn’t notice.

First, the one who called herself Eris. He almost mistook her for his kind, but she wasn’t drippy, and she said she was a Cambion. Wobb has no idea what that meant, but the horns gave him some demon vibes. Whatever she was, she was very, VERY cute.

Then there was miss ‘Leo’. Wobb was sure she was mostly speaking English, but many of those things she said weren’t any English he’d ever heard. So he just kind of nodded in a vaguely agreeable manner when her recordy device was pointing at him and noted that she was pretty well armed. Definitely the second cutest girl.

Third was the scary robot girl. Okay, not totally robot, but robot enough to be scary. Double scary since she was clearly Japanese. Was she here hunting for the Elates? Was she about to exterminate him?... Apparently not, but even so her scary factor was much higher than her cute factor.

Finally, there was the... He supposed the word was “Majestic” or “Queenly”. But she put off very powerful vibes. He didn’t understand what a ‘Genre Bender’ was, but he was pretty sure that door she came in from hadn’t been there a minute ago. Or had it? Wobb wasn’t great at paying attention to things like that. Besides, slime hive layouts could change on the fly, so why not human structures? In any case, Wobb couldn’t help but watch her as she watched him. And watch her watch the other girls in the way he did. Oh. She was beautiful, but she was looking at other beauties. Wobb totally understood this fellow appreciator of women, even if that meant she might compete with him for their attention.

Wobb soon felt an awkward silence fall. He hadn’t been paying attention. Lots of other folks were in the room, staring at him. Did they realize how purple he was? Did they know what that meant? Wait, all the girls introduced themselves, it was probably just his turn!

“Wobb. Slimy boi. Adventurer!... Nah much else.”
 
Hmm...Is this certain RP still accepting and Open? If it's dead I've been looking for RPs similar to this for a few days now.)
 

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