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Basil breathed out, the color returning to his face.
"...Traveling with a smaller group has its...own advantages. While eight would have been ideal, given the danger...it would be...a miracle, to obtain another competent walker on such short notice." He murmered. Gingerly, he clasped his hands...
Basil glanced at the woman for a moment, before slowly breathing out.
"Nothing so thorough. More akin to a...naturalistic observation. I simply want to study how this dungeon operates...and bring back what I can..." Basil said softly, seemingly regaining some of his composure.
“Good….?”
Basil turned to face the woman…his normally tanned features having turned slightly pale. He stared at her for a long while, before quickly moving to adjust his glasses, his eyes moving to the ground.
“…Good. Right. My erm…apologies, miss.” Basil said softly.
“…This place...
Basil slowly breathed out, running a hand through his hair in an agitated, almost frantic manner. He bit his lip, beginning to pace agitatedly where he stood.
“Damn it…bloody bastard almost ruined everything” He hissed, more to himself than anyone else.
“…No respect for the dungeon? These dungeon mean more to me than you could ever know, miss. I’m sorry we appeared…irreverent”. Basil said softly, his voice barely audible beyond the wind. He walked past her, gingerly slipping her a 20.
“…For your trouble.”
Basil slowly got to his feet, brushing off his pants.
“Attempted murder aside. Miss, do you have any policies against what we may or may not bring back up?” Basil yelled over the wind, glancing at the receptionist.
“Parts…corpses…things of that er’…nature.”
Basil remained in his knelt position, his face raising to look at the massive doors as they cracked and opened. The wind buffeted his face, battering his hair and slamming against his glasses...yet he did not attempt to shield himself. He simply...waited, his heart pounding in his chest.
Basil adjusted his glasses, his eyes widening as he stepped to the entrance of the dungeon.
"...I'd heard rumors the gate here was beautiful...but to stand before it myself...." Basil murmured. He lowered himself onto one knee, gingerly bowing his head, as if in some type of prayer...
Basil breathed out.
"Ah. Apologies then, miss. Didn't want to draw any...undue ire, you understand."
"Trust me. I have full intention of keeping a pole's length between you and I for the remainder of this expedition." Basil remarked.
"...For the record, I had no intention of slitting her throat." Basil said to the party, clearing his throat as he watched Demi walk away.
"...Would very much like to not be lumped in with folk who spill blood for the sake of it. My techniques are strictly non-lethal."
Basil lowered his hand to his side, ringing his palms in an attempt to decrease the lingering tingling sensation that had coursed through his flesh.
"Good. We all have a shared goal here, even if our reasons for being here differ. Let's stick to it." He said. He let out a sigh, his gaze...
"...Alright, that's enough."
Basil walked up behind the woman, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You're the leader of our expedition yes? We can't have you getting injured before we enter. Nor can we afford to lose any hands. Simmer down, well you?"
"Got mine laminated years ago. Not like there's much to give." Basil said. He slowly stood to his feet as well, idly cleaning his glasses with his sleeve.
Basil took a seat against the wall, his legs shifting into a crisscross position.
"No...no she's got the right attitude." Basil said. He adjusted his glasses, his head moving up to look at the ceiling.
"You need to keep a certain kind of...reverence when Diving. Respect the dungeon, and the...
Completely unrelated.
Can Black Sperm (the individual and smaller scale fusions) be killed by Small Town level attacks? I want to make a match with them but their durability is simply "unknown".
I think it's pretty short-sighted to say modern religions inherently have more value to them. It's not as if you can objectively prove they are any less real than, say, Christianity.
This isn't to dismiss the practice. I myself am a spiritual person. But If someone were to say, worship nature...
Basil drained his final cup of hot chocolate, letting out a soft sigh.
"...Hope this isn't my last time out drinking. Would've ordered more..." The man said wistfully. He shook his head, leaving his money, alongside a moderate tip, on the table.
"Mimics are a personal favorite of mine. It's exceedingly rare to find a creature with their level of camouflage." Basil said, sipping what was now his third cup of hot chocolate.
"Would be quite a boon to capture one on this trip. Or at least...study its corpse."
Basil took a long, deep sip of his hot chocolate, draining the cup almost completely before reaching for another.
"A thrill-seeker then? I hope for...both of our sakes, your sense of caution hasn't fully abandoned you."He said.
"Basil. It's a pleasure." the man said simply, flashing him a...
"Interested huh? Color me surprised, most people are, rather understandably, quite...dismissive of my work." Basil said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Quite hard to convince someone that barely escaped with their life, that monsters are worthy of research."
Basil turned to him, flashing him a small...
"Flattering...if not a bit vulgar. I'm sure miss...Demi, is lucky to have you." He said, chuckling softly.
He grabbed one of the hot chocolates he'd ordered prior, watching with visible amusement as the couple bickered.
"Heh, on the contrary, miss. Would rather keep them as intact as possible. I'm a...bit of a researcher, you see. Hard to get my findings if they're too...broken, sort to speak." He said.
"Not in the slightest. Buuuut, I do appreciate the effort, miss." Basil said, chuckling.
"Well, I'd like to keep my limbs to myself, thank you. Let's all do our best to keep the maiming to a minimum, yeah?" Basil said.
"Heh, I'd call it a miracle, but going into a death trap like this isn't exactly a blessing..." Basil said. He chuckled again, lowering his cigarette to his mouth to take another puff.
"Depends, I don't owe you money, do I?" The man said. He flashed her a smile, removing the cigarette from his mouth.
"Red Devil, I presume."
The man glanced over at Dan, flashing him an easy smile.
"Basil. It's a pleasure." He said.
Dr. Funkenstein: "Well, I owe the people back home some coin, was sure this would fall through."
A tall figure pushed his way through the door of the tavern. His limbs were long and thin, rather skinny compared to the average dungeon walker, at least the ones that weren't malnourished from the...
Hey! I think I may need to bow out of this RP, I kept losing track of it (completely my fault) and don't want to hold anyone up (again).
You guys have fun! You're a cool GM, Oliver.
Moon staggered out of the ruins of the ship, his normally graceful feet landing unevenly atop the rubble. It seems he had been jostled about while the ship went through its emergency landing.
"...One thing after a ******* nother. Urgh...." The man groaned. He patted down his body, but found no...
Moon, who had taken to polishing his equipment on the far end of the ship, perked up as she repeated her message.
"Ready as ever. Sooner we get away from these bug-freaks the better..." The man typed.
Are you guys talking about base Rei scaling or Boosted Rei scaling?
Several characters in the KAT scale (in reaction speed) to base Rei’s dash. But no one scales to R3 Rei. He’s explicitly far faster than anyone in the tournament in that state.
Leaning toward Mysterio for Lonkitt reasons. If Tony can’t see through illusions there’s nothing stopping Beck from just bombarding him with disorienting holograms, which he is one of his go to moves in character.
At which point Beck just orders the drones to start blasting until he’s dead.