Erik's roster was moved to archived rosters, likely because I haven't been as active with him as I would have liked, but I'm still here and am planning to do more stuff with him soon so I would like to have it moved back to active rosters, please.

OKAY NERDS, WHO'S DOING THIS WITH ME?

For those of you not in the know, every November is National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo). Starting November first the goal is to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of one month which works out to be 1666 words a day. As you can imagine this is a treacherous task and difficult to do without friends. I also participate (and fail) every year.

Here is the website for Nanowrimo which has more info and access to regional support.
https://nanowrimo.org/

Here is my profile which I haven't updated this year, but you should be able to add me as a friend if you wish to participate.
https://nanowrimo.org/participants/strazio

As Cirno walked away from the shrine she sighed in anger and slight disgust. "Reimu is a lazy bum. Why did I even look up to her?" She looked at Yukari who sleepily shrugged.

"Can we go rest for a few hours Cirno I'm tired." Yuuka rubbed her eye's as she stretched lazily.

Cirno tapped her chin in thought as how to get the flower master of four seasons awake enough to be of help. "Sure but I was going to challenge you to a fight but . . . since you decided that sleep is more important I guess i'll take the win." Cirno then out of nowhere grabbed yuuka's head and kneed her in the nose before flying off, while the attack wasn't enough to damage it was enough to enrage the flower master.

"Follow me if you want to fight me then you loser!" Cirno knew she had a few minutes at most to think of a plan and get ready for the enraged sadistic creature. She soon found a couple mile wide clearing in the forest where was far enough to give them enough room away from the village and the shrine so if Reimu looked over and saw smoke she would have to spend a few minutes getting ready then another few minutes to even get to the battle field.

Cirno landed on the soft grass before holding her right hand out her eyes blazing a ice blue color. "I summon the hammer of my previous selves, the breaker of seasons and the chaos bringer Hyōki!" Soon after the ice hammer was formed in her hands.

"This will break her limbs one by one, or her umbrella if she decides to block with it." Soon after she could see some dust fly up off from a few dozen feet. "I guess that Yuuka has decided to take my challenge."

She slung the hammer on her shoulder while she held her left hand on her hip giving a slightly serious look. "Don't hold back on my part Yuuka I can take care of myself if that is a concern in your mind." Soon most likely this clearing would be nothing more than just a clearing of soil and multible craters.

After his meeting with Twilight,  Matthew knew he had a lot of work to do. The problems of the Lower Tiers were not going to fix themselves, over night. Upon arriving in the downtrodden slums that were Tier Five, Matthew sighed. Muggings, and other crimes could be seen in progress by Matthew, but he couldn't deal with them, at least not right now, anyway. This tier needed more law enforcement, and Matthew had to admit that it needed more heroes on it, to try and clean up the insanity that was this tier. There were so many crimes going on, that he didn't know where he was going to begin. First, he should probably take inventory of the equipment he had at his disposal. Such was a wise idea, anyway. Noticing that an individual nearby was getting shot by a criminal, and held a great sword in his hands, Matthew ran over and tried to stop the individual doing the shooting, but he was too late. Growling, he'd take out his bo-staff and use it to disarm the individual and then smash him into unconsciousness, before he tied him up with some rope that he made out of Omnilium.

Several more hours of walking passed, and as they grew closer to their destination, the speeding streaks of light in the sky grew more frequent. The arced overhead in frenetic loops and zigzags, the nonsensical geometry of The Void warping their true trajectories. Great, dark shapes on the horizon became briefly illuminated by their brilliance, revealing that Myla and Tearen had been far from alone this entire time. Myla clung more closely to the Elder Prime, but Tearen walked unabated. Though noisome and flagellant, these hulking brutes meant them no harm. The monstrous beasts' attention washed over the pair like curious tides, and Tearen assuaged their mental curiosity with calm, psychic rebuttals. In tandem, the brooding amoebas and shooting angels made an effect similar to watching a meteor shower amidst a forest. In time, Myla came to relax and appreciate the otherworldly beauty of it all.

And then it appeared before them, slipping into sight as mundanely as if they had turned a corner. Tearen was almost curious to try and reproduce the illusory effect by backtracking a few steps, but he dare not give The Void a chance to yank this succulent carrot away from their noses. Of course, there always existed the possibility that the shimmering, whirling vortex did not lead to the Oververse...but the Shadow doubted that. Myla looked upon the pure, prismatic brilliance with awe, and began to slowly stride towards it. The Elder Prime clutched her hand tightly and held her back.

"No. Myla. We are not yet assured of the nature of the Void. Come close." Tearen said softly. Myla took a few steps towards Tearen, but he shook his head.

"Closer."

Myla pressed herself up against his bare skin, but kept her head turned to make sure the hypnotic aperture did not slip away. The Shadow grabbed her own nude body and hugged her tightly. The Void may have been of static temperature, but the warmth of another human's body was something that the ex-enigma had gone too long without. It awakened something within him, more than a basic physical euphoria, but a deep sense of blissful grief. With great severity, the eldritch human levitated their entwined forms as one whole towards the gate, and floated them through.

...

Light.

By some eldritch nature, the Void had proven navigable even in its apparent pitch darkness, but even the aberrations of luminosity within that forsaken Verse were dim compared to the pervasive brightness that assaulted the pilgrims' retinas. Thankfully, neither Tearen nor Myla were fully human, and their hardened senses were able to overcome the heavenly brilliance in short order. Blinking, Tearen took in the expansive cloudscape that surrounded them. Filaments of cirrus clouds stretched all around them, weaving and piercing the more numerous stratocumulus sheets of silver and amber. The light of the sun came from all possible directions, yet the clouds held all the natural colors of meteorological majesty within them. Immense banks of mountainous cotton crashed silently into the horizon, where they doubled together and reemerged as brooding curtains of shimmering beauty.

There, half concealed by haze and atmospheric vapor, sat an immense thundercloud. Dark and heavy, it towered above all the other banks of beauty. Thunder rumbled from deep within it, and every few moments, a flash of internal power forced itself out of the doleful, intangible summit. Perched upon the roiling mass, barely visible among the eddies, were glinting towers of gold and marble. Valhalla, it was called among the Omniverse's denizens, and within those august citadels sat Omni, amidst his host. Taken together with the foundation of thunder, it did not convey a sense of foreboding, but of sheer glory.

Tearen stood there, feeling schizophrenic. Easily as excited as he was dreadful, and trying to quell the surge of second thoughts within his simian mind. Nealaphh would have already been whipping off through the warm breeze on its way to confront this world's overlord, but Tearen Wover now balked. Myla saw this, felt it within his rigid muscles, and turned his head to look at her. Tearen had already told the woman that he planned to sacrifice himself to Omni in exchange for something that would benefit the Omniverse as a whole, but the details had been withheld. The succubus woman craned her neck to kiss the Shadow deeply, and moved to pull their forms down to the fluffy bed of nimbus beneath them.

Tearen resisted, though he returned the kiss itself. He took in a deep sigh, for he knew what was within Myla's mind, even without reading it. Here was a secondary, an enslaved resident of the Underverse, who had never hoped to be free from her indentured service to the demonic churls who used her ad nauseum. Now, here she was, standing at the far end of the Omniverse, free from obligation or want. More than having merely taken up a quiet life in Costa Del Sol, or emigrated to the open arms of Ambrosia, here was a refugee who had surpassed even her most daring dreams. Now it was her life to choose, and in that life, she was choosing Tearen. Perhaps not as a mate for life, nor yet as a casual shag, but as her first opportunity to be close to another living being without having to fulfill some crass hunger or contract. Was it wrong to deny her such a profound emergence from slave mentality, or was it wrong to lay with this woman whom he saw both as disciple and as kindred spirit? Tearen flushed and turned away from the naked vixen, walking to the edge of their secluded cloud and clasping the back of his wild, white hair.

"I'm sorry, Myla. I...can't." he murmured. He wasn't sure what exact reaction he should expect, but it certainly wasn't the earnest concern in Myla's voice.

"That's a first. Why not?" she asked in a soothing tone. She reclined on the cloud and crossed her legs patiently. Emotions percolated within the Shadow's chest as he deliberated how much to divulge to this daughter figure of his. Perhaps start with that.

"Myla you're...I suppose it was never official, but I see you as part of my flock. My protected, cherished people. Mine is not to bed with such followers." Tearen said, immediately knowing that it was a weak argument. Myla knew this, for she could not follow him to his ultimate destination, and therefore was no longer his follower. He had delivered her out of a sense of personal obligation, but this offer she now made him was not out of gratitude, but out of elation. Certainly, thanks to Tearen's adjustments, she was no longer required to mate to sustain herself, but that did not mean she was no longer an innately sexual being.

For that matter, Tearen was of the same ken. These flushed emotions within him were unfamiliar and chaotic. Lust was such an easy temptation to dismiss, but this was something much more potent. Not mere craving of physical feedback, but a need for physical closeness and comfort, as close as one human could be to another. Warmth and passion. Myla laughed.

"Heh. Keep trying." she teased. Tearen wheeled around to attempt a reproachful glare, but instead formed a pleading expression on his face.

"I want to, but..." he trailed off, trying to find the root of his reluctance. Several cursory reasons flitted across his conscience; a subconscious reluctance to be a natural human, sense of impropriety, a desire to encourage better habits in the succcubus...all were vapid in the light of her newly liberated life. The ex-enigma quested deeper within himself, and in time, came to the root of the cause.

"Myla...before I was that...strange thing. Before I was an Enigma or a God, or any kind of thing like that, I was originally a human." Tearen said, sitting down on the edge of the cloud. He let his feet dangle over the fluffy precipice, and idly wondered what would happen if he simply jumped from this vantage. Myla came and sat next to him, close enough to put pressure on his mind, but not so close as to spur him into moving. Intentional or not, the succubus was excellent at her craft of seduction. Perhaps that was another element of his reluctance, but the truth was deeper. There was nothing but patient silence from the woman.

"I was a man. I had a job...I had a home, a wife, a child...one day there was an accident, and I fell into darkness. The Master found my mind, and whisked me away to become Nealaphh. For so long, being an infinite being of utter power was an easy way to repress the regret of that pact made in despair. I pushed away my humanity...not because it in itself was a weakness, but because I was running from my betrayal. I-" Tearen said, jumping slightly as he felt a warm hand on his back. The succubus ran a hand along the ridges and divots of the demonic brand Tearen had earned in the Underverse. She looking down at her kicking feet and spoke softly.

"I could tell you had a habit of carrying the burden of guilt. You're a Prime, with amazing powers...and yet you haven't removed this brand from yourself. I think, maybe, you cling to painful memories because you feel that grounds you to your humanity." Myla offered, rubbing his back steadily. She cracked a wan smile.

"But Tearen...pain is not the only part of being human. It's also...living in the moment. Knowing where joy is, and being unafraid to feel it. I may be a succubus, but I was made with a human mind. You're a beautiful person, and...you want so hard to atone for the pain you caused. You wouldn't be about to obliterate yourself that wasn't the case. But there also comes a time when you need to move on from pain–" Myla said, silencing her soliloquy as Tearen stood up again and began to pace around. He tried to resist the human response of anger, and understand Myla's perspective, but it was hard.

"And...and that time is now? Just in time to lay with you on God's doorstep? I don't...I can't just give up that guilt so swiftly, Myla!" Tearen complained, now feeling very exposed. This, of course, was ludicrous. There were hardly any Primes even in the Underverse that could stand against him, at least that he had encountered. Why would he feel vulnerable now? He breathed.

"I'm sorry, Myla..." Tearen started, taking note of the succubus' casual shrug, "...I'm not used to being the person...who receives the care. Perhaps, part of having been a God, part of having been a leader...mine is to provide. To control and oversee, but rarely to truly interact. Up until now you have been my charge, but now you are on your own and choosing to care for me in the best way you know how...and..." Tearen sighed, and fell silent, stifling down the choking sob that threatened to escape his throat. This was extremely unbecoming, but perhaps in that regard, he was more human in this moment than he ever had been before.

"You're scared of what you have to do? I get that. But here's just something...didn't you yourself say that Primes are not the people they were in your homeworlds?" Myla started, approaching the panicking Prime again.

"It's not certain. How did-?"

"You carried me around in your brain for months Tearen, I'm sure you tried your best but some stuff did imprint. No biggie. Even if it's uncertain, you're about to descend into the lion's den. Your past life is a universe away, and you are choosing to never go back to it. I want this for both of us, because it's what is most human right now. If you really want to be human, Tearen, let yourself be who you are, in this moment. I understand the sense of commitment and guilt, but I know you're mindful enough to see that it barely applies here. Here's a simple question..." Myla said in her cool, dusky voice. She walked around to his front, allowing her naked body to occupy most of his view.

"If you go to Omni now, without allowing this to happen, will you regret it?" she asked plainly. Tearen swallowed hard, and thought harder. A special kind of heartache, the one that seeps out from the veins and lingers inside of the knuckles washed over him, along with a rush of adrenaline. It was heady, a sort of tonic he hadn't felt in countless infinities, and it pushed away all remaining fear.

"Yes."

And so, they fell into one another, with all the aching vitality of a need long unfulfilled. This was no mere rutting nor casual daliance, but the sincerity and beauty of two souls genuinely connecting. It was a frenetic display, as Tearen ceded to instinctual directives that guided this long untouched part of his psyche. Myla, being of tantric nature, was easily able to match the Shadow's pace; at times clumsy and at times intuitive. Reluctance and hesitation was wiped away amidst the throes of entwined, half-human flesh, leaving only the scents, sounds and sensations of this most basic of sentient rites.

In the same manner that breath is vital to clearing one's mind, so too was breath used to pace the consecration of the Oververse's gravitas. Muscles shivered, bearing the lode of excitement and passion that was better savored than rushed. Perhaps in a less human frame of mind, Tearen may have been tempted to incorporate the talents of his awakened mind into these happy moments. As it were, he chose to savor the intrinsic connection between himself and Myla, using far more basic senses to bring meaning to the satisfaction of their mutual, burning needs.

When the coupling reached its zenith, Tearen and Myla were truly as one, and knew in each other something that no one would ever again be privy. It was hardly possible that the strains of this coital duet would reach the aeries of Valhalla, but if an angel craned an ear, they might yet have heard that final, enduring note of true harmony.

Ecstacy passed into contentment as Myla came to rest upon Tearen's dampened chest. They remained coupled, but remained that way for some time, unhurried by agenda or need, for therein lay the true beauty of these otherwise carnal proceedings. Were circumstances different, and dreams easily realized, Tearen could have remained entwined upon that cloud for eternity.


...

But, in due time, the pilgrims found themselves walking along the polished, striated avenues of Valhalla, still more captivated with one another than any vapid crenelation or buttress. Though Myla and Tearen approached Omni's palace bare and meager, the angels of the Oververse hailed and greeted them all the same. Their serene faces smiled down at the pair, just as eager to welcome them to the Smiling One's personal xanadu as any other of the warrior heroes that had fought their way up. Myla and Tearen then paused at the cusp of a large, wide bridge that lead into Omni's audience chamber itself. The building, somehow distant even within the streets of this divine metropolis, was sublime in its own right.

It was not tall, but wide, stretching almost from one end of the field of view to the other. Countless columns stood solemn along the perimeter of the Olympian fane, borne by ravishing caryatids of every conceivable personage. A fantastically complex series of reliefs and meandros bedecked the painted, marble faces of the foundation and roof line. An immense, golden dome with all the stars and lands of the Omniverse carved within it sat heavily upon almost the extent of the building's mass. It was appropriately imposing. 

Here, Tearen and Myla held hands for the final time, and the succubus gave the ex-enigma his final embrace. Myla could see Tearen's growing hesitation with every passing moment, and broke contact with the powerful Prime.

"I trust you, Tearen. You need to do this. I'll be okay. Go." she said, mustering all of the strength she could. They both knew the score here. Both knew the utter humanity of the situation, but this was what they had asked for. Sorrow can beget countless joys, if taken appropriately. The depth of this moment's moroseness would need to produce quite a lot of joy indeed, to be seen favorably in hindsight. The Shadow turned from Myla and started to walk across the final bridge, when the secondary called out to him.

"Maybe...just some kind of memento though?" Myla asked in a shaking voice, clutching one hand to her sternum. Tearen paused, and summoned Enigma, his eldritch halberd, to hand. Myla tilted her head curiously, but was stricken with shock as the ex-enigma whirled the axehead around in a movement of utter skill and grace. The half-telekinetic slash cut almost the entirety of his snow-white hair from his scalp. Tearen uttered a sad chuckle, ruminating on the idea that this legendary weapon's final cut would be that of a barber's shear. The halberd was dismissed in a bloom of lavender light, and Tearen handed the severed locks to Myla with a warm smile, having mentally braided them in short order. The succubus hugged the woven braid close to her and finally broke down, crushing her eyes shut and bearing a toothy grimace.

Tearen left the sound of sobbing behind him, pain welling up from his own heart into his eyes. He looked across the bridge towards his doom, and knew that he was bound up within it. He started walking slowly at first, but the agony threatened to repel him back into the safety of Myla's arms. A sprint, breaking into a run, and then finally a nigh supersonic flight on telekinetic wings sent Tearen Wover into the gulping maw of his fate. Despite his incredible speed, some tears still fell upon the bridge of Valhalla that day. There were precious few guarantees in life, but Myla knew she would never see the man again.

Time passed, as Myla waited on the edge of the bridge, watching for any sign of activity within. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, or thought perhaps that she was holding on some vain hope that Tearen would forgo the salvation of his adoptive universe in favor of simply choosing to live. Her eyes bleary, she waited in the company of compassionate angels, who cooed and brought her water, clothes, and other comforts, that she might find some solace that she at least was not alone.

The moment of Tearen's death was easy to mark. Green light, acidic and potent, rocketed forth in a scouring beam from the top of the golden dome. It blazed into the vaultless sky, along with a blast of wind and sound that was clearly the equivalent of a god's scream. It was horrifying, and exterminated any sense of acceptance that Myla had, up until that point, managed to assemble. The whirling pillar of energy lasted for a minute before abruptly shimmering out, like a snuffed flame. The allegory was all too real, and perhaps Myla might have fallen into permanent despair, if not for hope.

Hope that, in the end, Tearen had found his own redemption.

The pain that echoes from the past is the pain that leaves it mark on your existence. 
For without pain you learn nothing of yourself. 
If you never learn you are to repeat history until death.

You look at pictures and wonder how much of yourself you gave. 
How much of who you are was dumped into that one segment of time. 
You don't remember what it is to love. 
You've forgotten how it feels, for that part of you is closed. 
Lost to the abyss, lest it be hurt once more. 
Despair not. Embrace the lessons that pain has to teach you. 
Life is what you choose to make of it, not what others choose for you. 

Let the pain drive you forward. To improve oneself. 
So that one day. You don't have to feel pain anymore. 
Until that day. Never surrender. Never give in to defeat. 
Drop to one knee. Recover, but always get back up. 
For you are not alone in the war. You will never be alone. 

Everyone and everything deals with struggle. 
To the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. 
To the business man locked in his office at 3 AM. 
You must let go. Free your mind to adapt. 
Adaptation is the key to being able to cope. 

Pain is the experience we all share. 
For it binds us together and weaves the tale of our existence. 
It molds us into who we are. How we think. How we adapt.
You must never give in to pain. 
Never relinquish control to that pain. 
For it may consume you without your knowledge. 

Defeat is not an option.

The first few steps into Coruscant were intense. Stein’s eyes naturally found the tall buildings dominating the skyscape, and immediately he was reminded of home. The little flying specs were next. Originally perceived as birds, he quickly came to realize that they were something else entirely. Flying fucking cars! This place was not just modern, it was futuristic.
 
The familiar yellow and checkered pattern of a Taxi appeared before him. It had no wheels; it just hovered centimeters above the ground. This is how to greet a Hero! Stein nearly pranced over to the driver side window. “Salutations!” He chimed.
 
“Are you Prime?” The man asked, tapping the ashes from his cigarette out of the window. When Stein nodded yes, the man thumbed towards the back seat. “Hop in, then.” Stein quickly obliged. He did not have to be asked twice. The back of the cab was delightfully roomy compared to normal cars. “Where to?”
 
Stein had no idea where he would go… or even how to pay the man. A few moments of silence and a confused expression, the cab driver decided to show a little mercy. “Name’s Greg. This is Coruscant. You pay in Omnilium. I can take you to whatever amenity you need, just name it and I’ll find the nearest one.” The man’s scruffy voice matched the salt and pepper beard and weathered face. He looked middle aged, but in that ‘I’ve seen some shit’ middle aged.
 
A few moments longer of consideration, the Prime finally figured out a game plan. “Shopping district first… then food… then an apartment… How do I know how much of this… Omnilium I have?”
 
The older man chuckled at the question. “Trust me, you Primes always seem to have enough.”
 
“Well,” if that’s the case, “would you mind being my tour guide for the day? I’ll pay in between rides as well, and toss in lunch.” He could see a dark brow rise. “And not fast food.”
 
Greg turned in his seat to look Stein eye to eye. “Boy, you had me at pay.” That is what Stein liked to hear. “What kind of clothes you into? Upscale, space-age, modern-classic or retro?”
 
Wow, so many choices. It was hard to pick, considering he hardly knew the difference between them. “Jeans, T-shirts and a hoodie?”
 
“That’d be Modern-classic, lad. I’ll take ya to the Omni-Mart. Buckle up.” With the destination set, they were off. The car lifted straight up for several meters, then launched forward. Stein hardly felt it move. “So. What’s your name, new guy?”
 
The realization he had not offered his name when Greg showed his caught up the Hero was in this new Verse. “Stein. Didn’t mean to be rude.”
 
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had worse passengers.” He laughed at that. Stein definitely did not seem to be his worst. “Especially on the lower levels; I’d stay on the higher tiers if you can manage. Below the fourth is nothing but crime and prostitutes.” The way he chuckled made it seem as if Greg knew from experience. “Second tier is fine, best place to live. Few tourists, nice neighborhoods, great security.”
 
Greg’s chatter went on for most of the ride. It explained a few things about a variety of topics but he did not give heavy specifics on any one thing, except that he was one of the best taxi drivers around – and that all other drivers were assholes. Stein heard the man’s horn almost as much as the man himself during stopped traffic.
 
Omni-Mart seemed suspiciously similar to another ‘Mart’ Stein had visited. As they drop into a parking space, he wanted to point it out, but doubted Greg would get the reference. “You plan on sitting out here?”
 
Greg gave Stein a little grin as he flicked a couple of switches. A small flat screen dropped from the ceiling and the old man lit up a cigarette. “Speaking of payment for my diligent waiting, how about a pack of smokes and a cream-filled doughnut; I sense you’re going to be a while.”
 
The Hero gave two thumbs up. “Smokes and a box of doughnuts to split. Gotcha.”
 
“Hah! Now you’re talking!” Stein was not the stingy type. If he truly had that much of this ‘Omnilium’ stuff for just being a prime, he might as well make good use of it.
 
 
 
The cool air inside the building and the layout of various shelves gave this place a sense of de ja vu. It was like instinct honed over generations pulled at him. He knew exactly where the apparel section was. It took only a minute to mentally divide where the men’s and women’s clothes were and home in on the better subsection of clothes. It really was that other ‘mart.’
 
Jeans were easy to find, and a belt was on an end cap to the very same shelf. Socks and boxer-briefs – roomy yet not free-balling – were next on his list. Stein could not find one turtle-toting T-shirt in the men’s section. It was a bit saddening. Those that did have logos were unfamiliar, so he just went with a blank T-shirt. Then a hoodie! Zip up, preferred of course.
 
With his armful of goodies, he found the dressing room and smiled at the cute chubby girl standing there. “Can I help you?” She chimed in a bubbly tone.
 
“Yes miss, can I pay for these back here? I’d like to wear them out.” She took one glance of his clothes and seemed to realize why. “Yea, new to this whole Omni-business.”
 
She giggled. “Well at least Omni’s still bringing in cute boys. I’ll ring you up.” He could not help but run a hand through his blonde locks at the compliment. He was a guy, of course he liked it when he got compliments from women.
 
“Alright, put your hand on that little pad right there.” She pointed to a machine with a hand-print imbedded in the hard plastic, “Prime Only” label resting right above it. He did as told and felt a little tingle. “Aaaaand here’s your receipt! You can change in the first stall. I promise not to peak. Much.”
 
He took the receipt with a smirk. After looking it over, he handed it back. “I think you made a mistake. You’re supposed to sneak your number before you hand it to me. Better have that fixed before I come back out.” She sucked in her lips, trying to stifle a grin as Mr. Charming walks into the stall.
 
As he removed the clothing, Stein thanked his lucky stars no rashes had formed from the itchy attire. The gentle cotton against his skin felt like time travel. For the moment, he did not put socks on, that required shoes first. After dressed, stood for a few more seconds, then grabbed his stuff and stepped out.
 
The voluptuous worker handed his receipt back and smiled. “Thank you for shopping at Omni-mart.” Stein just grins, winks at her, then heads on his way. See you soon, he mentally quips. As soon out of eyesight, he takes a look at the receipt. ‘Sorry, not my type.’
 
Ouch. “Shot down,” He mumbled. “Ehh. She wasn’t that hot.” She was stil  pretty hot. Still, first day in a new world, it was probably best to focus on adapting before dating.

We are doing this to see who is the better Youkai.
Three rounds one intro round.
1000 word limit
3 day time limit
No random things will happen
The place will be a couple miles away from the shrine.

Does this look good to you?

I am having issues with getting into my old Ludwig von Koopa account since I can't remember the email I used to get in due to my old computer kicking the bucket. Could someone help me out please? Thank you!

Name: Cell
Spent OM: 11200
Proficiencies (3000); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000), Area Attack (600), Area Defence (400)
Powers (3000/8000); Flight (1800), Burst Movement (800), Master Acrobat (400)
Moves (2400); Tail (300), Ki Blast (300), Kamehameha (600), Big Bang Attack (300), Ki Edge (300), Kienzan/Death Saucer (300), Perfect Barrier (300)
Super Moves (1800); Super Kamehameha (Tier 1 Super Attack) (600), Makankosappo (Tier 1 Super Attack) (600), Unstoppable (Tier 1 Super Defence) (600)
Transformations (1000); 100% Power (Tier 1 Power-Up) (1000)
Assists (0); 
Items (0);
Artefacts(0): None
Consumed OM (0); (for consumed items or OM permanently lost from respecs, etc)
Bases (0); 
Unlocks (0);
Base stats | Tier 1: 
ATK: 2 | 4
DEF: 2 | 4
SPD: 3 | 4
TEC: 3 | 3