Skull and Nightshade

oc rp and ask blog (WIP concept art) The Death's Head Duo

[deaths-head-duo]

intro

The Death’s Head Duo, partners in crime. Together for as long as the two can recall and will remain that way.

(quick note: we will choose how to answer/who will answer, but if u want to talk to only one of us please state that!!)

Skull

pronouns: he/him

gender: masc-alligning

sexuality: aroace, queerplatonic

A single piece of the puzzle, awkward but excitable. He can be unreasonable and quick to act, but is loving regardless. He enjoys sugary coffee. He’s a nomad, no singular place to call home at the moment. Rarely leaves Nightshade’s side. Wields two short-pins in combat.

Speaks in YELLOW/ORANGE and tagged at #skull moth

Nightshade

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Aroace queerplatonic

The other half of the duo. Curt and serious but does have moments of amusement though rare. Like Skull, she is a nomad. Always moving around with no true home considered. Frequently seen with Skull by her side and rarely apart. Wields a needle dipped in poison

Speaks in black/white and tagged with #nightshade moth

skull concept art by Mr. Moth

(Other more finished work will soon be added!)

Nightshade bugaboo headshot by Mr. Moth

Nightshade's skills (So far in terms of what I can recall):

Passive Ability: Impatience

If a fight drags out for too long (more than 5 or 6 turns), it will make Nightshade increasingly more irritable and snappy as well as her attacks being more aggressive in an attempt to force the combative encounter to end. Will also make her more vulnerable to attacks

Poison: a passive chip dmg that takes a quarter of a mask until the end of the battle with the opponent/enemy defeated or until opponent binds/focuses in which poison will be reapplied on next successful needle strike. Poison cannot stack for normal opponents (IE haunted/infected pilgrims). Max stack results in 1 mask of dmg until bind/heal or battle ends

Poison will also be negated at the end of friendly sparring matches when either Nightshade or her opponent are knocked below a certain hp threshold (determined by mods partaking in friendly spar)

Needle Strike: Nightshade will throw her needle at her opponent dealing 1-2 masks of damage depending on opponent's defence. However, this leaves her unarmed until she physically goes to retrieve it. Also deals poison ailment if strike is successful. Nightshade is unarmed for 1-2 turns and resorts to evasive moves until needle is retrieved.

OOC below:

Mod of Skull speaking! Hey, it’s ya boi Mr. Moth @mediocre-mothman

Read the DNI on that blog, it may apply here! Reminder that I have RSD, I won’t be upset at rp itself just be mindful that I am a busy fella that doesn’t wanna be harassed. Don’t have much else to put here for now, but here is my personal rules about Skull.

I also run @loopdelooop @candle-the-bright and ye!

Yo! Mod of Nightshade speaking! It's me, Feathers AKA @cleverowllover

I run @thesilkweaverfrombellhart and @thygrimchildcaretaker!

Please read the DNI on Mr Moth's blog. Absolutely nothing explicit. Both of these moths are aroace and Nightshade might poke you with her poison tipped needle.

NO NFSW he’s aroace and wouldn’t like that (The same for Nightshade as well)

Dont impersonate us! Skull and Nightshade and us mods too! It’s not funny whatsoever! I think I can say this on behalf of us both

Be patient, two people are running this! I may take time to make art or coordinate a better post, just be chill!

((Especially me, Feathers, as I have school in the mornings))

[deaths-head-duo]

Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.

Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.

“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”

*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*

Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...

What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?

I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs

*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*

[actualmastergrimm]

Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.

“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”

Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.

“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”

The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.

“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”

Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.

“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade let out a soft scoff, seeming to believe this task will be easy*

Nothing to concern yourself, Master Grimm, in regards of payment. I graciously accept your desire for intel on a dear companion.

*She bows, her dark wings spreading out a bit as she did so, a determined yet satisfied expression in her features*

I shall make haste for the so called Citadel then. If this is the more preferred manner of reaching me, then I shan't mind that much. Not that I have many nightmares for you to sate such a realm with.

*She rises from her bow and nodded, accepting what she needed to do. Intel gathering on these "conductors" and how one is to become one*

[actualmastergrimm]

Grimm was surprised by her declining to be paid.

“Despite the generosity of your offer to perform this job without any payment, I may insist once sufficient evidence is gathered.”

The Nightmare King mirrors Nightshade’s bow.

“My realm is ideal for meeting, as I can be sure there are no prying eyes. I have no intention to draw out what tiny amount of fear you seem to have.”

He notices how confident she seems.

“I believe I have found the right bug for the job. You can consider yourself valued by the troupe, and I shall also consider you for future jobs. Do you wish to bring forth any questions, relevant or not, before I allow you to wake?”

[deaths-head-duo]

So be it, Master Grimm, I shan't deny your wishes to pay me once I have collected the information you seek.

Don't doubt my expertise that much. I'm not reckless enough allow any one to catch wind of my work. Quite particularly those that are the targets, whether for intel catching or dispatching... though I suppose if one catches wind of my mission to dispatch, it's their loss as paranoia leads to recklessness

*The moth hummed for a moment, thinking a little bit before a few questions came to mind*

How would you like the quality of the information I will relay to you? I will warn you that I, like any non-mechanized creature, am prone to making mistakes. My inconspicuous talent is not the problem but rather my ability to have perfect memory.

Now, My capabilities will not allow important details to slip past but I may summarize a few things.

Oh, and how frequently would you wish to be clued in on this information? Time is of utmost importance, is that correct?

[actualmastergrimm]

“Yes. The sooner we are able to learn the true nature of the conductors and the ritual, the better. Document your findings if you are able. It will make for less memorizing. I shall be bringing you here whenever you sleep, if you do not mind. If you are unable to document, I shall do so after speaking with you. Is that acceptable?”

[deaths-head-duo]

Perfectly fine by me, Grimm. I'll be sure to make note of what I find and hear. I won't fail you, I'd have to be out of sanity to allow myself to get caught

*Nightshade nodded, her antenna twitching with determination. Yes, she is not one to seal allegiances to anyone outside of something temporary for the sake of a job but she did find a rare fondness for the Grimm Troupe*

[deaths-head-duo]

Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.

Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.

“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”

*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*

Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...

What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?

I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs

*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*

[actualmastergrimm]

Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.

“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”

Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.

“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”

The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.

“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”

Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.

“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade let out a soft scoff, seeming to believe this task will be easy*

Nothing to concern yourself, Master Grimm, in regards of payment. I graciously accept your desire for intel on a dear companion.

*She bows, her dark wings spreading out a bit as she did so, a determined yet satisfied expression in her features*

I shall make haste for the so called Citadel then. If this is the more preferred manner of reaching me, then I shan't mind that much. Not that I have many nightmares for you to sate such a realm with.

*She rises from her bow and nodded, accepting what she needed to do. Intel gathering on these "conductors" and how one is to become one*

[actualmastergrimm]

Grimm was surprised by her declining to be paid.

“Despite the generosity of your offer to perform this job without any payment, I may insist once sufficient evidence is gathered.”

The Nightmare King mirrors Nightshade’s bow.

“My realm is ideal for meeting, as I can be sure there are no prying eyes. I have no intention to draw out what tiny amount of fear you seem to have.”

He notices how confident she seems.

“I believe I have found the right bug for the job. You can consider yourself valued by the troupe, and I shall also consider you for future jobs. Do you wish to bring forth any questions, relevant or not, before I allow you to wake?”

[deaths-head-duo]

So be it, Master Grimm, I shan't deny your wishes to pay me once I have collected the information you seek.

Don't doubt my expertise that much. I'm not reckless enough allow any one to catch wind of my work. Quite particularly those that are the targets, whether for intel catching or dispatching... though I suppose if one catches wind of my mission to dispatch, it's their loss as paranoia leads to recklessness

*The moth hummed for a moment, thinking a little bit before a few questions came to mind*

How would you like the quality of the information I will relay to you? I will warn you that I, like any non-mechanized creature, am prone to making mistakes. My inconspicuous talent is not the problem but rather my ability to have perfect memory.

Now, My capabilities will not allow important details to slip past but I may summarize a few things.

Oh, and how frequently would you wish to be clued in on this information? Time is of utmost importance, is that correct?

[deaths-head-duo]

Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.

Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.

“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”

*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*

Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...

What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?

I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs

*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*

[actualmastergrimm]

Grimm reveals himself, looking far more serious than friendly. His cloak writhes.

“Information is precisely what I seek, but first, some illumination is required. Someone very dear to me: Rosy, a moth, approached me with news. She informed me that she would be becoming a ‘conductor’.”

Grimm was clearly getting irritated just thinking about what happened.

“The conductor by their side, Mizello, said that Rosy would have their crest permanently altered, and be put into an immobile state for an extended amount of time! I protested such a horrible idea, of course, but that monster insists. Even worse, I learned that Mizello has already hurt Rosy. He infested Rosy’s body with silk through a ritual without telling him. It causes Rosy pain, and Mizello says the only way to mend the problem he caused is to have Rosy go through that horrific process.”

The description of the events was drenched in a tone of disgust.

“Do not be fooled by his innocent demeanour. Something reeks. I would have killed the rotten thing myself if Rosy did not seem to care about him. Not all is dull, however. I managed to convince Rosy to seek true help, so that Mizello’s ritual would not be necessary. He has convinced Rosy that being a conductor is worth it, and she said that she will consider it in the future.”

Grimm makes an effort to calm himself.

“That is where you come in. I have sent my kin to investigate Pharloom’s ‘conductors’, but I could use someone with your skills. I need you to dig up every dirty little secret about them you possibly can, with an emphasis on finding on finding out more about their rituals, especially turning others into conductors. I need proof that it should not be done. I need to be sure Rosy is safe, and I am willing to pay, a lot.”

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade let out a soft scoff, seeming to believe this task will be easy*

Nothing to concern yourself, Master Grimm, in regards of payment. I graciously accept your desire for intel on a dear companion.

*She bows, her dark wings spreading out a bit as she did so, a determined yet satisfied expression in her features*

I shall make haste for the so called Citadel then. If this is the more preferred manner of reaching me, then I shan't mind that much. Not that I have many nightmares for you to sate such a realm with.

*She rises from her bow and nodded, accepting what she needed to do. Intel gathering on these "conductors" and how one is to become one*

[deaths-head-duo]

Has the Bloodlust ever interfered with the duo as of late?

Ooc:

Not that much as there hasn't been much proper combat seen and I don't really know where Mr. Moth went (Mod of Skull)...

[deaths-head-duo]

Grimm could use the aid of someone less conspicuous. He already had someone in mind: Nightshade. No one needed to be killed yet, but perhaps she would be willing to investigate them. He took the first opportunity he could to pull her from dream to nightmare.

Nightshade hears a familiar voice from all directions.

“Welcome to the Nightmare Realm, my friend. You and I have met before, and now I require and am willing to pay for your service.”

*Nightshade looked over to Grimm, wherever he was as her antenna twitched*

Well, this is certainly a unique way of reaching out to me, Grimm...

What portion of my work do you need? Tracking? Dispatch? Intel collection?

I require information more than payment. Payment is merely requested to compensate for my time invested in such required job needs

*She, strangely, didn't seem too fazed with the Nightmare Realm. Though, considering her work as an assassin and that she has likely had more than her fair share of eliminating people without batting an antenna much less guilt regarding that*

[official-wishwall]

- Seek and Aide -

Help. 3/5 CMT, 2/5 STK.

Vessel missing. 8 horns, two large ones and six smaller. Name Wysp. In distress. Needs found and encouraged. Please help!

— A young stag beetle that seems to be missing his rider. (@vessel-wysp)

*Note: the wish is in very shaky and messy handwriting, and the stag is laying down watching the wish wall from nearby.

.

[deaths-head-duo]

Hmmm... a missing individual? Perhaps that could be of use to touch up my tracking skills... I suppose I could take this. I have nothing more to do with myself.

*The melanistic moth takes the wish and reads through it again, taking out something to write with and write on and made note of the appearance*

I'll grant this wish. Could bring something more entertaining than skewering woodwasps and the occasional hopper..

(WISH GRANTED)

>> @vessel-wysp <<

[vessel-wysp]

*The stag nearby perks up and trots over. He whuffs, watching them. It seems he intends to follow.*

[deaths-head-duo]

If there is someone following, do make themselves known... especially if you know anything about the individual this wish asks to seek

*The moth seemed to pause for a few moments, seeming to notice that someone was following her*

[vessel-wysp]

*The little beetle walks closer to the moth and rumbles, swinging his head towards the bag and clothes on his back.*

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade turns around, noticing the young stag*

Hmm... you must be the creature who issued this wish, yes?

That missing individual must be your riding companion, it seems. Nevertheless. I shall make sure they will be found and retrieved without harm.

*The moth kneels down to be on a better height with the young stag, her wings twitching a little bit as she did so*

Could you perhaps show me where you last saw your companion? I shall handle the investigation from there and seek them out.

[vessel-wysp]

*He nods and turns to trot down the tunnels. He goes a ways before stopping at the mouth of a cave that has a small, drying puddle of void in nearly the middle, along with residual soul and scattered pebbles. He looks up at the moth and lowes sadly.*

[deaths-head-duo]

*The moth followed, a steady jog as she followed the stag, her needle tucked safely in a holster at her hip*

Hmm, this looks old... already drying up by now... at least been a few days since whatever occurred here...

*Nightshade notices the residual bits of white material and comes closer to investigate, carefully touching it out of mild curiosity*

Some sort of energy expended... whatever those strange voided beings use for healing... soul, was it? Definitely a fight occurred here...

Strewn about pebbles... a fight definitely occurred. Considering the lack of other evidence, this was likely someone caught by surprise and minimal fighting... the ambusher had the upper hand...

*She looks to the stag, offering a light pat on his head in comfort*

I'll find your companion, young stag. Thank you for taking me here. I'll take over from here. Don't hesitate to seek me out whilst on my search if you find something of use.

*The moth goes back to the drying puddle of void and bit of soul, going to figure out if she could have a better idea of tracking whereabouts and more clues using whatever she had in her satchel*

[official-wishwall]

- Seek and Aide -

Help. 3/5 CMT, 2/5 STK.

Vessel missing. 8 horns, two large ones and six smaller. Name Wysp. In distress. Needs found and encouraged. Please help!

— A young stag beetle that seems to be missing his rider. (@vessel-wysp)

*Note: the wish is in very shaky and messy handwriting, and the stag is laying down watching the wish wall from nearby.

.

[deaths-head-duo]

Hmmm... a missing individual? Perhaps that could be of use to touch up my tracking skills... I suppose I could take this. I have nothing more to do with myself.

*The melanistic moth takes the wish and reads through it again, taking out something to write with and write on and made note of the appearance*

I'll grant this wish. Could bring something more entertaining than skewering woodwasps and the occasional hopper..

(WISH GRANTED)

>> @vessel-wysp <<

[vessel-wysp]

*The stag nearby perks up and trots over. He whuffs, watching them. It seems he intends to follow.*

[deaths-head-duo]

If there is someone following, do make themselves known... especially if you know anything about the individual this wish asks to seek

*The moth seemed to pause for a few moments, seeming to notice that someone was following her*

[vessel-wysp]

*The little beetle walks closer to the moth and rumbles, swinging his head towards the bag and clothes on his back.*

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade turns around, noticing the young stag*

Hmm... you must be the creature who issued this wish, yes?

That missing individual must be your riding companion, it seems. Nevertheless. I shall make sure they will be found and retrieved without harm.

*The moth kneels down to be on a better height with the young stag, her wings twitching a little bit as she did so*

Could you perhaps show me where you last saw your companion? I shall handle the investigation from there and seek them out.

[deaths-head-duo]

Gives both of them pat pats and some leaves that moths usually eating.

Have a great day, cuties. :3

O-oh... uh... thank you...?

*Nightshade looked confused with the pats as her antenna had drooped to either side of her head when the pats had occurred*

I don't... I don't know how to respond to the pats...

*She takes the leaves anyways, a bit uncertain how she'd eat it but nonetheless, it won't go to waste*

[official-wishwall]

- Seek and Aide -

Help. 3/5 CMT, 2/5 STK.

Vessel missing. 8 horns, two large ones and six smaller. Name Wysp. In distress. Needs found and encouraged. Please help!

— A young stag beetle that seems to be missing his rider. (@vessel-wysp)

*Note: the wish is in very shaky and messy handwriting, and the stag is laying down watching the wish wall from nearby.

.

[deaths-head-duo]

Hmmm... a missing individual? Perhaps that could be of use to touch up my tracking skills... I suppose I could take this. I have nothing more to do with myself.

*The melanistic moth takes the wish and reads through it again, taking out something to write with and write on and made note of the appearance*

I'll grant this wish. Could bring something more entertaining than skewering woodwasps and the occasional hopper..

(WISH GRANTED)

>> @vessel-wysp <<

[vessel-wysp]

*The stag nearby perks up and trots over. He whuffs, watching them. It seems he intends to follow.*

[deaths-head-duo]

If there is someone following, do make themselves known... especially if you know anything about the individual this wish asks to seek

*The moth seemed to pause for a few moments, seeming to notice that someone was following her*

[official-wishwall]

- Seek and Aide -

Help. 3/5 CMT, 2/5 STK.

Vessel missing. 8 horns, two large ones and six smaller. Name Wysp. In distress. Needs found and encouraged. Please help!

— A young stag beetle that seems to be missing his rider. (@vessel-wysp)

*Note: the wish is in very shaky and messy handwriting, and the stag is laying down watching the wish wall from nearby.

.

[deaths-head-duo]

Hmmm... a missing individual? Perhaps that could be of use to touch up my tracking skills... I suppose I could take this. I have nothing more to do with myself.

*The melanistic moth takes the wish and reads through it again, taking out something to write with and write on and made note of the appearance*

I'll grant this wish. Could bring something more entertaining than skewering woodwasps and the occasional hopper..

(WISH GRANTED)

>> @vessel-wysp <<

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Eh.... who are you..? More concerningly, why are you *blue*?

*The moth readies her needle, unsure what to think of this oddity. Certainly stranger than a small pilgrim taking up hunting and one who has never heard of the Citadel... though that pilgrim was a pleasant break from the continuous preaching about such a "holy" place when she has seen it is not much better than the landscape around it, a cage of metal and thoughtless worship*

State your presence and explain the concerning blueness...

>> @deaths-head-duo (Nightshade)

Ah... interested in my samples?

The Alchemist smiled maniacally. The decay of his mental state due to the Plasmium caused him to believe he is the Plasmium Monarch.

In reality, he was just another of their pawns. Although, Zylotol had some control over the vines.

With the little control he had, he sent the vines to try and snag Nightshade.

HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE A LOOK-AND-SEE?!

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade tensed up, flaring her wings out and leapt up to try an avoid the vines, using her needle to slash them away*

Absolutely not if that is how you'd have someone look at this weird stuff...

*She lands a bit farther away now, needle in paw and on guard*

Did you really think you could scare me like that? Honestly, you could at least try not to force one close by using vines... Not exactly welcoming if that's what you were trying to go for...

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Oh, being welcoming is needless. Everybug else detests the blue, but I know much better. And soon, SO SHALL YOU!

Zylotol's Turn

Zylotol used Lunge! Rolling ???... Result: 10

The alchemist sprant at Nightshade head-first, intending to run them down. If Zango's version of this attack was anything to go by, this attack could do serious damage.

Waiting for Nightshade...

[deaths-head-duo]

Oh... Absolutely not... I do enjoy a nice blue but not forcibly turned into a puppet for bidding...

*Nightshade barely dodges the, in her opinion, reckless lunge. Attacking would surely result in either a broken shell or a damaged needle... unless she was careful when she retaliated, of course. But for now, evasive maneuvers to figure out the full capabilities of this strange thing and the strange blue stuff that controlled them*

[jakejavu-offical]

Zylotol could not turn.

His attack missed and crashed into the wall.

...

Outcome

Zylotol takes 1 Mask of damage!

Zylotol [ O O O O O O O O O ]

(mod. Jake) okay so Zylo's main "gimmick" is that he starts with six Plasmium masks but he can't regenerate those masks unless he does not take any damage during a turn in which case he will then regenerate 1 Plasmium mask per one more turn he doesn't take damage. Got all that? Me neither

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade sees this moment as her time to strike a blow while her opponent was stunned, or at least she hoped he was...*

*She chucked her needle at her opponent, sure, this'll quite likely cause her to get hurt and still needed to find a way to recall her needle safely. She aimed for a weakspot by Zylotol's neck or other critical points on the body to weaken him*

*She's never seen such strange affliction before, but she hoped she could outlast this strange being and escape before it could take her as a new puppet like it did to this poor individual*

(Ooc: Alright. Nightshade's is her generalized passive as she utilizes poison. Any successful needle strike/hit will apply poison which I have details on that in another post. Poison is basically just a passive chipper that lasts as long as the one afflicted doesn't heal via bind or focus (Not sure how it'd work on Plasmium though...))

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

(mod. Jake) ↑ so it still chips away the Plasmium and it prevents Zylo from healing because earlier I said it only happens if he takes no damage at all for more than a turn, and Poison counts. Since Zylo's Focus move only works to heal his actual health and not when any of his plasmium masks are active, best case scenario is that he gets down to 4hp and he focuses to get rid of the poison, and worst case scenario is he doesn't focus at all and dies

Tldr: Poison is a direct counter to Zylo's healing and he really can't do shit until he gets to "below half" hp.

Sorry for bombarding you with info, believe me I am making this shit up on the spot so we're both struggling

also am I dumb or did Nightshade not go through with an attack?

[deaths-head-duo]

ooc: Nightshade did. She threw her needle at him. (Which causes her to be unarmed for a turn or two as she can't recall it like Hornet does until she physically retrieves it)

No worries! We're both trying to figure the combat system out!

And poison works by chipping a quarter of a mask up to a max of a full mask over time (roughly 3-4 turns if Nightshade's following attacks remain successful or longer if she misses and it naturally gets to that 1 mask worth of damage)

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Eh.... who are you..? More concerningly, why are you *blue*?

*The moth readies her needle, unsure what to think of this oddity. Certainly stranger than a small pilgrim taking up hunting and one who has never heard of the Citadel... though that pilgrim was a pleasant break from the continuous preaching about such a "holy" place when she has seen it is not much better than the landscape around it, a cage of metal and thoughtless worship*

State your presence and explain the concerning blueness...

>> @deaths-head-duo (Nightshade)

Ah... interested in my samples?

The Alchemist smiled maniacally. The decay of his mental state due to the Plasmium caused him to believe he is the Plasmium Monarch.

In reality, he was just another of their pawns. Although, Zylotol had some control over the vines.

With the little control he had, he sent the vines to try and snag Nightshade.

HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE A LOOK-AND-SEE?!

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade tensed up, flaring her wings out and leapt up to try an avoid the vines, using her needle to slash them away*

Absolutely not if that is how you'd have someone look at this weird stuff...

*She lands a bit farther away now, needle in paw and on guard*

Did you really think you could scare me like that? Honestly, you could at least try not to force one close by using vines... Not exactly welcoming if that's what you were trying to go for...

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Oh, being welcoming is needless. Everybug else detests the blue, but I know much better. And soon, SO SHALL YOU!

Zylotol's Turn

Zylotol used Lunge! Rolling ???... Result: 10

The alchemist sprant at Nightshade head-first, intending to run them down. If Zango's version of this attack was anything to go by, this attack could do serious damage.

Waiting for Nightshade...

[deaths-head-duo]

Oh... Absolutely not... I do enjoy a nice blue but not forcibly turned into a puppet for bidding...

*Nightshade barely dodges the, in her opinion, reckless lunge. Attacking would surely result in either a broken shell or a damaged needle... unless she was careful when she retaliated, of course. But for now, evasive maneuvers to figure out the full capabilities of this strange thing and the strange blue stuff that controlled them*

[jakejavu-offical]

Zylotol could not turn.

His attack missed and crashed into the wall.

...

Outcome

Zylotol takes 1 Mask of damage!

Zylotol [ O O O O O O O O O ]

(mod. Jake) okay so Zylo's main "gimmick" is that he starts with six Plasmium masks but he can't regenerate those masks unless he does not take any damage during a turn in which case he will then regenerate 1 Plasmium mask per one more turn he doesn't take damage. Got all that? Me neither

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade sees this moment as her time to strike a blow while her opponent was stunned, or at least she hoped he was...*

*She chucked her needle at her opponent, sure, this'll quite likely cause her to get hurt and still needed to find a way to recall her needle safely. She aimed for a weakspot by Zylotol's neck or other critical points on the body to weaken him*

*She's never seen such strange affliction before, but she hoped she could outlast this strange being and escape before it could take her as a new puppet like it did to this poor individual*

(Ooc: Alright. Nightshade's is her generalized passive as she utilizes poison. Any successful needle strike/hit will apply poison which I have details on that in another post. Poison is basically just a passive chipper that lasts as long as the one afflicted doesn't heal via bind or focus (Not sure how it'd work on Plasmium though...))

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Eh.... who are you..? More concerningly, why are you *blue*?

*The moth readies her needle, unsure what to think of this oddity. Certainly stranger than a small pilgrim taking up hunting and one who has never heard of the Citadel... though that pilgrim was a pleasant break from the continuous preaching about such a "holy" place when she has seen it is not much better than the landscape around it, a cage of metal and thoughtless worship*

State your presence and explain the concerning blueness...

>> @deaths-head-duo (Nightshade)

Ah... interested in my samples?

The Alchemist smiled maniacally. The decay of his mental state due to the Plasmium caused him to believe he is the Plasmium Monarch.

In reality, he was just another of their pawns. Although, Zylotol had some control over the vines.

With the little control he had, he sent the vines to try and snag Nightshade.

HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE A LOOK-AND-SEE?!

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade tensed up, flaring her wings out and leapt up to try an avoid the vines, using her needle to slash them away*

Absolutely not if that is how you'd have someone look at this weird stuff...

*She lands a bit farther away now, needle in paw and on guard*

Did you really think you could scare me like that? Honestly, you could at least try not to force one close by using vines... Not exactly welcoming if that's what you were trying to go for...

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Oh, being welcoming is needless. Everybug else detests the blue, but I know much better. And soon, SO SHALL YOU!

Zylotol's Turn

Zylotol used Lunge! Rolling ???... Result: 10

The alchemist sprant at Nightshade head-first, intending to run them down. If Zango's version of this attack was anything to go by, this attack could do serious damage.

Waiting for Nightshade...

[deaths-head-duo]

Oh... Absolutely not... I do enjoy a nice blue but not forcibly turned into a puppet for bidding...

*Nightshade barely dodges the, in her opinion, reckless lunge. Attacking would surely result in either a broken shell or a damaged needle... unless she was careful when she retaliated, of course. But for now, evasive maneuvers to figure out the full capabilities of this strange thing and the strange blue stuff that controlled them*

[zango-we-need-to-cook]

Eh.... who are you..? More concerningly, why are you *blue*?

*The moth readies her needle, unsure what to think of this oddity. Certainly stranger than a small pilgrim taking up hunting and one who has never heard of the Citadel... though that pilgrim was a pleasant break from the continuous preaching about such a "holy" place when she has seen it is not much better than the landscape around it, a cage of metal and thoughtless worship*

State your presence and explain the concerning blueness...

>> @deaths-head-duo (Nightshade)

Ah... interested in my samples?

The Alchemist smiled maniacally. The decay of his mental state due to the Plasmium caused him to believe he is the Plasmium Monarch.

In reality, he was just another of their pawns. Although, Zylotol had some control over the vines.

With the little control he had, he sent the vines to try and snag Nightshade.

HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE A LOOK-AND-SEE?!

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade tensed up, flaring her wings out and leapt up to try an avoid the vines, using her needle to slash them away*

Absolutely not if that is how you'd have someone look at this weird stuff...

*She lands a bit farther away now, needle in paw and on guard*

Did you really think you could scare me like that? Honestly, you could at least try not to force one close by using vines... Not exactly welcoming if that's what you were trying to go for...

[deaths-head-duo]

*untraumatized beatboxing*

What...? Why are you beat boxing? Please make yourself of use and be quiet. I need to hunt...

[deaths-head-duo]

The sound of soft footsteps seem to follow a certain melanistic moth. She could somehow feel like she’s being watched.

— @dwelling-in-darkness , to Nightshade

*Nightshade seemed to notice as she departed from her little break with the strange Troupe situated here in Pharloom and a pleasant chat with their leader*

Whoever you are, show yourself. I will not hesitate to make you show yourself with my needle..

*Speaking of her needle, it was comfortably tucked at her side, the sharp point barely brushing the ground as the moth made quick but light strides through the landscape. She had learned how to be swift yet light on her feet from a young age and it served her well with her work as an assassin*

[dwelling-in-darkness]

All was silent for a long while, as though the other presence was hesitating to make itself known. Then, a small shape emerged from the bushes. A small pilgrim wrapped in a torn shawl, with two small wings. She seemed quite intimidated.

[deaths-head-duo]

*Nightshade turned to face the sound of rustling bushes, ready to unsheathe her needle when she noticed it was just a small and frightened pilgrim*

Oh... just one of you...

*The moth seemed almost... disappointed..? Her tone seemed to indicate so as she released her needle and went at ease, mostly...*

Why are you following me, little pilgrim? I doubt it'd be safe for someone like you to wander about alone. I won't hurt you, as long as you don't make me have reason to. I'm not a maniac.

*She did hold some unease but at least she didn't look like she was about to pierce the little pilgrim with her needle. That much was a plus*

[dwelling-in-darkness]

At Nightshade’s tone and stance, the pilgrim relaxed ever so slightly. Breaking eye contact, she spoke, hushed words coming out in rapid succession.

Followed you because…heard you. Curious. Lonely a lot here, never seen many normal bugs. You’re right. Not so safe being alone, yes, but try. Won’t hurt? Good.

[deaths-head-duo]

Well... In any case, I suppose I'd listen to my own advice... but I know how to handle myself and not die.

Where are you going? Unless you're a wanderer... like myself...

*The moth seemed to think a little bit before lightly shaking her head*

Bah, all you pilgrims usually seek out some "Citadel", yes? I don't bother to step into that place... there is nothing worth my time waiting in there... but, if you desire to go there... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to make sure you get there in one piece...

Not that pickpocketing the dead ever comes up with something decent...

[dwelling-in-darkness]

The pilgrim tilts her head to the side.

Cit—Ci-tah-dehl? Dunno what is that. Or where is that. But wander. Yes! Live near here.

[deaths-head-duo]

Oh... you don't know about the Citadel? Hmm... Lucky... most pilgrims constantly preach about that place. So full of faith in a place that is unreachable for most...

Come along, little pilgrim

*The moth gestured to the pilgrim to follow her as she started to walk again*

Just let me know if you want to stop someplace. I'll keep watch...

[dwelling-in-darkness]

The pilgrim hesitated, but decided to follow anyway. Maybe some company wouldn’t be so bad…as much as she was unused to it.

Okay…where we going?

[deaths-head-duo]

Wherever you seemed to want to go... I'm just wandering around until I either find a client or something decent to hunt.

*She shrugged, brandishing a paw forward in a bored manner as her antenna twitched*

I can't just keep polishing my needle and keeping it sharp if it's not gonna be used

*The moth seemed annoyed with the fact she was without a job. Almost that she hated boredom itself. She wished to remain occupied. Remain busy with something. So she hunts despite not really needing to eat that much nor have much interest in drowning herself in a drinking habit*

[dwelling-in-darkness]

The little pilgrim perked up at the mention of ‘hunt’.

Hunt? You hunt? Same! Like hunting leafy bugs. And small flying bugs. You like hunting those?

[deaths-head-duo]

I doubt my needle is fit to get them... I'd have nothing to harvest if I chucked this thing at em. And anyway, I prefer to hunt larger things...

*She gestured to her needle that was still strapped to her side. She did have a point... the needle was unfit for something that small. She'd have to have pins to get those little leafy bugs and not completely annihilate them...*

Though, I suppose I'd do just about anything if a client demands it and its within reason

*She shrugged a little bit*

Those small ones don't really sate my desire to keep myself busy. I've long since evolved past hunting those small things. It'd be child's play at this point compared to the hunts I've done in more recent times

[dwelling-in-darkness]

So…hunt large things? Sometimes hunt those. Harder, get hurt, but rewarding.

It was then the little pilgrim realized that maybe bringing up her hunting preferences was a mistake. But her new companion didn’t seem to find anything off about her having those. That was good. Perhaps she just assumed she was a pilgrim who hunts…

Not wanting to have her companion come to this realization herself, she decided to distract her with a question.

Client. What’s that?

[deaths-head-duo]

Not if you're careful. And my needle can handle weakening em a bit

*Nightshade hummed, showing the little pilgrim the needle*

I recommend you don't touch it, I use a potent kind of poison to aid in my hunts. Usually harvested from those unusual pollip hives... the bugs that inhabit them aren't pleasant to deal with but it's worth it...

Clients? Well, I'm not a freelance assassin. I pretty much just wander around until I find someone willing to pay me to eliminate someone or something... within reason...

*She shrugged casually like it was perfectly normal, which it was for her anyway. Her voice seemed to falter slightly, biting back some deep-seated annoyance as she clarified where she drew her line in client requests*

How else can I afford to keep myself alive and in one piece should I get wounded or need my needle sharpened up?

Well, outside the occasional pickpocketing of the dead... but that's out of desperation...

[dwelling-in-darkness]

The pilgrim nodded along as Nightshade spoke.

Hunt things based on what other bugs want. Hm, prefer hunting what self wants.

She perked up as they rounded a corner. Her eyes seemed to land on a cave opening partially obscured by thick vegetation.

Found home. Going now. See you again?

[deaths-head-duo]

Sure, I might still be around this area later. Not a bad spot to call home. Decently hidden, large enough to stash whatever one needs, and could be a nice way to watch from afar.

I can't really consume anything since I'm a moth... well, very little anyways. Doubt the things I get with this needle would be safe to eat anyway considering the poison I use even if I could eat...

*Nightshade shrugged as she turned to be on her way*

Perhaps we'll cross paths again. Maybe not. Best shot of finding me is making a request on those eh... wishboards or whatever they're called... or somehow find me while I'm hunting...

*The moth shook her paw a little bit as she tried to remember what those boards were called that she usually took hunts from if not directly from someone*

[dwelling-in-darkness]

Okay. Do not know what’s a wishboard. So find you again then! Bye-bye, purple bug!

The pilgrim vanished into the underbrush.

[deaths-head-duo]

Good bye, little pilgrim.

*Nightshade leaves, on her way to wherever she was to wander next, maybe take a hunting wish or two if she felt like it. Hunting down beasts were exhilarating yet a bit frustrating depending on what it was she fought. Those skull beasts definitely could thrash an unseasoned hunter good, even testing those more experienced as well. The odd hopping beasts were strange things... but nonetheless easy to handle.*

*She had noticed that this small pilgrim liked hunting, like she did. It was a bit unusual but if its a past time for her, so be it. Might as well have something to do if she didn't preach about the Citadel*