Break-In [Tunic]

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Om-Yogu
Renowned Power

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PL: 120,000
XP: 11,308
MAX Power (x3)
Konatsian Spirit (x5)
Superego (x16)

Tag: @yogu
Posts: 331

Item Malus: 1,875

Break-In [Tunic] Nov 16, 2024 16:16:01 GMT -5

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Post by Om-Yogu on Nov 16, 2024 16:16:01 GMT -5

Thread PL: 1,920,000 (Superego x16 Active!)
Items: Badman Shirt | Jack-O-Nimbus | Bloodier Ruby

Yogu was getting sick of hanging out with evil dudes. He didn't realize signing up to be trained by a supervillain with an underground hideout, and everything meant getting subjected to an ass-kicking twenty-four-seven. But hey, his power was growing fast! This whole getting in touch with his inner demon stuff was paying off. It wasn't even bleeding into his personality at all! Other than the joining a syndicate of villains thing, which was admittedly a rather massive red flag. But it was fiiine. He was only in it for the training. It's not like he would go following orders like some kind of chump! The moment they tell him to steal candy from babies, he'd just quit! Either way, he needed a break right now! Enough of the sterile halls and watching Yangcong minions toil away in a lab!

The kid was unsure if he was even allowed to leave, so he snuck out. The problem with having a sweet underground base was that they put it in the deepest cave system on the planet. It took him literal days to find his way out of there! He was starving! On top of all that, when he emerged from the depths, he was in a barren frozen wasteland!

"Alright, I'm freakin' sorry I decided to hang out with bad guys, Kais! There! Can you give me a break now?!" He screams into the sky.

The guy screams so loudly, in fact, that an icicle from a cliff overhead breaks off and smashes him in the head! Everything gets hazy from then on. At some point, he tried to call for his devil cloud to take him somewhere. Whatever the intended destination was, Yogu never got there. He tumbled off somewhere along the way and crashed into the ground hard. From there, he wandered through the wilderness in a daze until stumbling into the backyard of some big fancy house. Naturally, he scales the wall, crawls through a window, clambers into a bed, and falls asleep. It was only a quick squatting, a short nap, and then he'd be out of these rich people's hair.

That's probably how it would go if he decided to do this break-in at night rather than mid-afternoon.

Yo whaddup I'm in your house

Total WC: 373

Om-Yogu, Rebel Reborn.

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Tunic
Renowned Power

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PL: 5
XP: 480
Fighter's Instinct (x3)

Tag: @tunic
Posts: 267

Item Malus: 8,500

Minion PL: 90,000
Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Crunch Time (x3)

Break-In [Tunic] Nov 18, 2024 9:38:27 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Nov 18, 2024 9:38:27 GMT -5

Ser Tunic Leopold Bradford Baskerville Esq

Species	Earthling/Alien (Ancestral Weapon)
Base Battle Power	5/70,000
Dialogue Color	1979e6

Active Multiplier	x1
Current Battle Power	70,000
Damage	0/320%
Ki Points	▰▰▰▰▰▰
Momentum Points	▰▰▰▰▰▰
Sparking	▰▰

Traits

Antisense	Active
Trump Card	▰▰
Raw Talent	Inactive
Wealthy	Passive
Sadist	Inactive
Crane School	Inactive
Full Sauce	Inactive
Hardy	Passive
Efficient Adaptation	▰▰

Misc

Stance	Neutral
Weight of The Soul	Inactive

Post	1
Word Count	715
Total Word Count	715

Quiet days were not uncommon in the Baskerville estate, so far from the common communique of everyday life on Earth that foot traffic all but was non-existent around the high-walled property. Tucked deep in the mountains north of Central City, the main property and manor grounds themselves occupied a valley surrounded on all sides by hills and mountain peaks that rose and towered over everything built below and still the brownstone manor itself stood as an imposing structure against the fields of lilies both white and blue and various trees both functional and decorative that painstakingly occupied the rough, but well-nourished mountain soil.

Despite the time of day, actual work outside of the estate was at a minimum, with the occasional member of staff carrying something between the main house and one of the small side structures that constituted storage or other related functions. Even security, who in recent months had been on severely high alert, were given an opportunity to relax at the behest of Lady Baskerville herself. Too much work was bad for concentration after all and a day to relax was all but essential at times like this. After all, it had been so long since the last threat to her life that Tunic was mostly relaxed.

The Baskerville heiress herself sat in the manor's main hall, pouring over a collection of books in an effort to isolate some historical records on the Baskerville lineage. Thus far she had very little success in uncovering the details she had hoped to find tucked away in those archives. There were all manner of records on family disputes or even discrepancies in the lifestyles of some of her predecessors, but nothing that might lead to explaining why she still had her tail after that incident, or any details that might go to explain why the fugue state she entered the other day was so visceral compared to any other time she had slipped into a battle trance. All of it left her on edge and made her skin crawl.

Meanwhile in the eastern wing of the manor a younger woman with blonde hair noticeably a few years older than Tunic was making the rounds through each guest room. While guests were not commonplace in the manor itself, each day a duty fell on one of the maids and a younger maid in training to clean through the rooms and ensure there was no gathering dust nor signs of spiders or other unwanted guests occupying those spaces. So far none had been found by Corraline and the younger girl who was assisting her at the time, a simple dusting and run of a vacuum cleared what was present in each room without incident. However, as they came to the last door in the upper hallway, the quiet creak gave way to a sudden and overt silence as Corraline held her hand to the younger maid, stopping her from calling out at the scene before them, an unanticipated and undocumented guest on the premises.

Stepping from the room, Corraline pressed into a small communication device on her uniform and spoke. "This is Corraline in the upper eastern wing, I may require assistance with a squatter." Her words were terse and to the point, never once betraying any emotion as she spoke. This communication went out to all members of the staff and Tunic herself, who took interest in the matter and made her way through the wide, ornate halls of the manor, twisting past turns and upstairs until she found herself at the room, not he first to arrive, but slipping past the crowd. "Lady Baskerville, you do not need to involve yourself directly," Corraline spoke, with a hint of hesitation and the closest to an emotion she had expressed to that point.

Shaking her head, Tunic stepped into the room and crossed her arms thoughtfully, tilting her head when it dawned on her that she recognized this face. "Ahem." She cleared her throat loudly, her gaze levelled and narrowed on the younger man, her lips pursed thoughtfully. "The last place I anticipated to see you again would be my own home." A half-smile crossed her lips as a hint of amusement came over her. "This manor is far less clearly abandoned than the last after all."

Battle - INACTIVE -

Combatants:

Tunic 5PL (Untargetable)
Modifier [N/A] 5
KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰
MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰
HP: 000/250%

Himnabrjótur 70,000PL (Antisense Active)
Modifier [N/A] 70,000PL
KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰
MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰
HP 000/320%

Efficient Adaptation: 2/2
Trump Card 1/1
Item Uses
Baleful Blade 1/1
Sno Ruby 1/1
Armour Lining 1/1

Techs Used

[UT] Weight of the Soul (Inactive)

Himnabrjótur, like the other weapons of lineage, draws its power from the pieces given up by former wielders. This power under conventional circumstances cannot be felt or gauged by others. However, when fully manifest, even this power has a literal gravity to it. When held by Tunic, Himnabrjótur exerts an aura almost like a physical gravity around itself and Tunic comparable to the weapon's approximate Active powerlevel.

This effect abides by Antisense and no actual power estimate or level is reflected in these effects. Instead, each level of gravity is applied based on the power percentage the affected are comparable to Himnabrjótur at the time. When that shifts thanks to transformation the severity of the effect will shift from one approximation into the next as follows:

Should your be Powerlevel 50% or less than that of Himnabrjótur's, then there may be a smothering weight.

Should your be Powerlevel 60%-100% of Himnabrjótur's then there may be a noticeable, but not oppressive weight.

Should your Powerlevel be 110% or more of Himnabrjótur's then you may require concentration to notice any minor gravity.

Source: Ki Guide For Dummies #30

[UT] Might of Those Past
The soul of the wielder is always tied to that of the ancestral weapon, whether bound by bloodline or by that of a long lost ritual. One of the consequences of this binding is the partial separation of one's soul, leaving a small piece of themselves inside the weapon for the remainder of time. With this comes an interesting effect, however, resulting in the perceived spirit of the weapon being identical to that of the wielder under any and all circumstances.

Note: When antisense is active, attacks made by the ancestral weapon will have the same feel as the wielder's senseable power. And while antisense is inactive the senseable power level of the wielder becomes that of the weapon's maximum and both are viewed as a single entity.

Plotter | Tunic | Himnabrjótur

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