So the first post I post in two years, I forgot to spell check.

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Corrections Made (Can't remember if there is a special format this needs to be in; My apologies.):

The walls were thick 3" by 7", and no way knowing how thick, bricks with the rough 'bubble' edge protruding out into the space; they were covered in a film from being near water and waste for no telling how long. Her finger-less gloves allowed the tips of her digits to run across the walls as she followed a path that she thought would take her to her previous destination. However, the biggest problem of this was the fact that the sewage didn't follow the city's layout like the roads did. To her displeasure.

She could hear the dripping sound of water echo off the walls, it was ever present despite her inability to find anything with her light source. It was a torch, a handy piece of wood with a flame at the tip that flickered against the wet walls, the sound of wood cracking and the smell of the flame consuming the new wood was a great distraction from the garbage and waste on her right. The dancing torch light flickered off the moving water, where it was present; as there was a layer of fabric, food, and algae that set on the top, covering the 'beautiful' filth. The air was somehow more noxious than the dead - or even alive - troll she had to fight mere days before this.

She had been walking in relatively silence for a good 5 minutes, and only then did she hear signs of her prey. The chattering squeak was the perfect tell-tale signs of the rodents she was supposedly after. She had never had a problem with rats, much like she hasn't ever had a problem with spiders, snakes, or anything else considered 'creepy' or 'crawly'. She didn't particularly like anything of that nature either, knew several people who'd love those types of animals as pets instead of the boring option of a house cat, but she'd never been fascinated enough to want to keep one. Frankly, it was probably because she could hardly take care of herself on a day to day basis, a pet would be a responsibility not at all unlike having a child to her.

She pulled out The Quill as she moved closer to the noise of rodents. The man above had described them as large, but unless the walls were playing with the sound, she would assume bigger rats would make deeper sounds than the high pitched laughter she was hearing from an apparent swarm of rats. She just needed enough proof to show the guard for a quick reward. And perhaps someone needed a batch of Rat Tails for a potion of something.

She turned a corner, which was a more defined corner than the slight curves she had experienced this whole time, and when her light rounded the corner, the shadows came to life as the torch light touched the curved bodies of about thirteen rats. All colored in some combination of white, brown, black, or grey; some solid and some not so much. They were crawling all over each other and trying to achieve something, but to the demonic observer it was hard to tell. She watched as they piled onto one another and several broke away from the group, all to sniff and scratch at their surroundings.

At first she wondered if they were blind, as none of them too notice of her or her light; It would have appeared she thought that a bit too soon because one of them moved towards her at that moment. It pawed mostly over, just inside the circle of light her flame made, and then sat on its hind legs and sniffed in her direction. As far as she could tell, they were merely rats. Nothing particularly special about their size or anything. The one that approached her looked a little big, but not at all mistakable for a 'dog' or 'cat' sized rat.

The woman stood there, motionless, not because she wasn't trying to scare her prey, but because she wasn't sure what to do. Here one was 2 feet from her, and it seemed a bit too easy. Or was this just the introduction scene, to set her see the creature and add the first page to her bestiary before having to kill it? From the lack of interest that suddenly came over the rat in front of her, to the point of it turning its fat back to her and scurrying back to the swarm she could only assume so.

Ash sighed heavily, through her nose, and began to moved up. She felt a bit of guilt as she positioned herself very near the swarm, squatting down and bringing the light closer to them all. They seemed unfazed by its blaze, except the two or three that stopped to perch up on their back legs and sniff at her. This didn't feel fun at all, not even the swarm turning on her after she attacks it would make this better.. But a job was a job, and indeed this would be a job.

With blinding speed, her arm swiped at the closes rat, the feather shaped blade slid right through it without any resistance at all. The rat was suddenly in two, the top half - which had been sniffing at her - fell on its side to the left and the bottom fell to the right as it was heavier on that side. She watched with some pity as its guts, now free of its small furry case, spilled out from either half. Her nose wrinkled with displeasure. Until this point, she never considered herself the type to need a little sport from her prey but this wasn't fair at all. Even with one dead, the rats didn't seemed to understand their danger. Or at least not for a good half minute before a rat moved from the inside out and found it. It suddenly squeaked in a way that alerted the rest, just before she stabbed it through the back bone.

The rest of them scattered after that, but she regretted stabbing the little thing as it struggled under the knife. Even if she took pity on it and let it go, it would die from being impaled straight through like it was. Still, it made a horrible noise as it freaked out. Its little heart surely would burst before it bled out. Eventually it went still and silent, and she pulled her hand away but not the blade. How was it that she could fearlessly and remorselessly sever arm after regenerated arm in a mountain sized creature, but this seemed heartless to her?

After setting there for a bit, letting time escape her, Ash finally pulled the knife free - the fresh blood of her kills is magically pulled within the blade until it was clean again - she then cut the tails before kicking the remains of the creatures into the sewage. She stood up, lifted her tail off the ground, and began walking the thin line between the slimy walls and the clogged waters.

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I've searched in every way that I can, I cannot find the purchase log for my character, Dust.


I don't even know if there was one every made, because I can't find it xD

As Cirno was selling some water flavored shaved ice. She wondered where everyone was. “Get your shaved ice here!” she sighed as she looked at the empty ice container. She picked it up and went to the nearby lake to fill it up.
 
Her grin widened as she saw a frog just minding its own business. She dropped to her feat as she put the container down. “HELLO MISTER FROG! CAN I FREEZE YOU!” she waited for a couple seconds before going to freeze the frog. It abruptly shattered into a million pieces causing her to frown slightly.
 
She heard a single deep croak followed by another and then another. She frowned as she had heard the sound before, she just couldn’t place her finger on who or where. She then heard a thump on the ground and turn around slowly to her fear the fucking giant frog was back. “AH no i’m sorry! It was an accident! I was just filling up my ice container and got distracted by the  frog.”
 
She saw Suwako Moriya walk forwards with an angry glare. Cirno started to cry as she didn’t want to be eaten again.  Suwako snapped her fingers and that was when everything turned black, and incredibly quiet. As the ice fairy slowly opened her eyes she saw everything she once knew was gone. It was darker than the darkest depths of the world and warm also.
 
She flew slightly off the bottom of this void? As a person? Thing came into being.
 

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Name: Clownpiece

Spent OM: 24650
Consumed OM (150): Lampad's Torch - Irrationality refund (150)

Proficiencies (4600): Ranged Proficiency (1000), Physical Strength (1000), Buff Proficiency (400), Debuff Proficiency (1000), Area Attack Proficiency (600), Homing Proficiency (600)
Powers (5500/8000): Flight (1800), Suppression (1000), Telepathy (1500), Stealth (1200)

Moves (5100): Lampad’s Torch (3300), Hellfire (600), Barrage: Stars and Stripes (900), Oni's Breath (300)
Super Moves (4000): T2SU - It’s Lunatic Time! (800), T1SU - Driven Mad (600), T1SU - Reality Break (600), T1SU - Mass Hysteria "Madness Pandemic" (600), T1SA - Hell Sign "Shooting Star" (600), T2SD - Delusional Meltdown (800)
Transformations (0): 
Assists (1000): T1 Assist - Torchlit Fairy (1000)

Items (300): Communicator (200), MDD (100)
Artefacts: None
Bases (1000): The Hakurei Shrine - Camelot Base (1000)
Unlocks (3000): Stat Increase I - TEC (1000), Stat Increase II - TEC (2000)

Base stats: 
ATK: 3
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 5

Quick Jump:
General Info
Combat
Base and NPCs

Takezo scowled as light returned to the world. It was so bright it almost hurt his eyes. The words of Omni still ringing in his ear did not let the look if displeasure linger long. This was a new world, after all. Not only that, but he was immortal – so long as this Omni fellow saw fit.
 
When his eyes finally dilated enough for him to see, the immediate thing he noticed was a trio of men rushing towards him. With eyes like a true warrior, he quickly defined each of them. The tall, slender one carried himself with a limp. His right leg was injured or lame. The tall yet portly man was lagging behind, obviously slower than the other two. He did not wear the armor the others did, leaving him exposed from every angle. The third was a broad shouldered man bearing the look of a bear’s strength. He would be the toughest, as there was no outward sign of weakness, and his armor was full bodied.
 
His left hand fell to his scabbard; thumb pushing the hilt an inch free as a sign of defensiveness. “I would stop right there, if I were you…” Tall and Portly stopped, almost too happy to catch his breath. Lanky slowed, but was only the second to come to a stop. Broad-man continued on, slowing now that it appeared Takezo was standing his ground instead of running. “That makes this easy…”
 
“Yo, Ban, we’re not supposed to eng—“ Tall and Portly tried to interject, but it was too late. The one known as Ban had come into Takezo’s threat range. Just before, he had revealed two metal tonfa; slender bars with handles from the sides. They were already moving in to strike when Takezo unleashed his katana and struck in a single, fluid action.
 
“B… Ban?” Lanky’s face paled as the muscular man stopped in his tracks. Ban was physically strong and rather durable, but he was unskilled. Brute strength with little skill or even speed, was his downfall. Ban fell backwards, his face bloodied, his weapons dropped.
 
For a moment, shock brought only rasps, then the one called Bon finally found his voice. It came as a blood curdling scream. Takezo placed a foot on the man’s chest, right before he slashed across the softness of his throat. “If you intend to kill me… I will kill you first.” He stares with cold eyes at the soon-to-be corpse.
 
When his gaze rose to Portly and Lanky, they froze in terror. Retracting his sandal from Ban, he walks towards the pair. A flick, and the blood from his sword stains the white of the Nexus floor. Lanky was the closest, and the first to remember how to use his legs. He turned to run, but before he could, Takezo makes a dash and slashes at the man’s weak ankle.
 
Lanky’s shoulders were on the ground before his severed foot returned to the blood stained Nexus floor. Seeing Lanky fall, Portly drew his weapon; a mighty looking club with plated metal around the head. Portly screamed as he ran in, slow and clumbsily. “Get away! No! Joric!” Lanky tried to warn him, but it did no good.
 
The next few seconds were ones to remember. With superior skill and speed, Takezo moved out of the way of the portly man’s powerful strike. He stood over Lanky, glaring at the one known as Joric. Takezo’s shirt was stained with the blood of his fallen comrade, and it fueled the portly man’s kindled rage. With a two handed blow, Joric attempted to strike down at Takezo, who simply fell backwards to evade.
 
“JOR—“ Crunch. An instant wave of horror filled the portly man’s face as Lanky’s head caved in. Crushed beneath the mighty metal plated beatstick and the unforgiving floor, Lanky’s body twitched only once and then nothing.
 
Takezo rolled almost casually off of the corpse and rose to his feet. The portly man, Joric’s, face was frozen with a combination of rage, horror and fear. Takezo had no idea what they were aimed to do, but he guaranteed this was not how it was supposed to go down. With a straight kick to the portly man’s gut, he fell backwards. The loose grip on his weapon let it drop to the ground, the head still buried in the skull of his dead ally.
 
Without hesitation, the swordsman placed his crimson-tainted sandal on Joric’s rotund gut. “If you want to live… you will answer my questions."

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I was wondering if this is fine to just leave? since i'm not actually gaining OM (hopefully) and if it needs deleted could you do that for me please?

Name: Little Ghost
Spent OM: 8,100
Consumed OM: 0

Proficiencies: 1000 OM
- - Physical Strength (1000)

Powers: 4000/8000
- - Burst Movement (800)
- - Master Super Jumping (800)
- - Master Acrobat (400)
- - Survival (2000)

Moves: 2,100
- - The Pure Nail (300), Void Soul Imaging (0), Monarch Wings (300), Grandmaster's Lesson: Perfect Parry (300), Nail Arts: Quick Slash (300), Nail Arts: Great Strike (300), Mantis Claw Token (600)

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- - N/A

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- - N/A

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- - N/A

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- - N/A

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Unlocks: 1,000
- - First Stat Upgrade: Tech 3 > 4

Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 4

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