The arena from the Ultima battle in FFXIV is in. And also, alternate outfits! Of course, looking better than most of the original outfits.
Some more info on the game from Square, taken from Gematsu. ■ Equipment In the “Equipment” menu, you can set the four weapons you use in battle, as well as three accessories which will grant you various effects. ■ Equipment for Your Party In the “Equipment” menu, you can also change the equipment of Noctis’ party members. Depending on your party members’ weapons and commands, their battle strategy will change in a big way. Each character has completely different “commands” that they can use, which possess a wide variety effects such as attack types and support types. The key to victory is utilizing them skillfully based on the enemy and situation. —Main Weapon and Sub Weapon You can set one main weapon and one sub weapon for your party members. The category of weapons that can be set are fixed to both main and sub. —Commands You can set commands for your party members that you, the player, can trigger during battle. ■ Links Change based on Noctis’ Equipment The link attacks (cooperative techniques) you can trigger during battle will change based on the type of weapon equipped to Noctis. When Noctis has a Great Sword equipped, a link with Prompto can be triggered. Prompto will pass Noctis his gun, and Noctis will pass Prompto his sword before the two attack with each other’s weapons to deal great damage. ■ Links Change based on Your Party’s Equipment Link attacks will also change based on the types of weapons your party has equipped. When Gladio’s sub weapon is a Shield, you can trigger a link attack that you normally couldn’t if he only had his Great Sword equipped. Gladio uses Noctis’ back as a stepladder, jumps high up, and strikes the enemy with the heavy shield. ■ Three Types of Lodgings “Lodgings” are indispensable to Noctis and company’s journey and development. These places to stay can be classified into three categories: “Camps,” “Trailer Houses,” and “Inns.” Camp Camping is only possible at safety points known as “marks” where enemies can’t approach. At camp, you can sleep and eat. It’s beneficial in that it lets you sleep for free and you can apply buffs to your party by eating Ignis’ cooking. The downside is that ingredients are required for Ignis to cook. Trailer House Trailer Houses are a lodgings scattered throughout the world. It’s beneficial in that it offers relatively cheap lodging and that, while each Trailer House differs, they come with various bonuses. The downside is that you can’t eat any of Ignis’ cooking, meaning no buffs. Inns From plebeian motels to ultra high class resorts, there are a variety of Inns scattered throughout the world. They’re beneficial in that you’ll get largely useful bonuses in addition to lodging. The downside is that it’s relatively high in price and you can’t eat any of Ignis’ cooking, meaning no buffs. ■ Ignis’ Cooking You can only enjoy Ignis’ cooking when you camp, and its looks and tastes can be compared to those of a first-class chef. By eating Ignis’ cooking at camp, you’ll gain buffs (certain stats will be increased for the next day). You can obtain cooking ingredients like meat and vegetables through battle and exploration. When you obtain an ingredient you haven’t obtained before, it’s also possible for Ignis to learn a new recipe. Chocobos can also be given meals at camp, which can increase their level. ■ Hotel and Diner Meals At hotels and diners, you’ll be able to eat special meals that you won’t be able to eat elsewhere. Since these include recipes not part of Ignis’ lineup, be sure to check them out. ■ Chocobos Chocobos are giant yellow birds that live and are bred in the game world. By riding on their backs, you can travel around the world at a faster pace. After you’ve met certain requirements, you’ll be able to rent a chocobo to ride. To rent a chocobo, you’ll need to pay a fee at the “Chocobo Ticket Machine” in accordance with the number of days you want to keep the chocobo, and you’ll receive the “Chocobo Flute” item.
"Hand it over." Gareth kept the man's back right in his sights, making sure to keep a good distance away to avoid the typical "Hollywood" mistake of allowing another person to disarm him by simply being too damn close. The man knelt before him turned towards Gareth and glanced back over at the radio he seemed to be trying to work. "Is this what the world has devolved to? People killing other people for radios?" "Don't act like you have the moral high ground here. I saw you stab the last owner of that thing in the back." Gareth motioned for the man to step away from the radio, his eyes narrowing as his patience for the man's efforts to stall for time wore down what little patience he had left. Thankfully, the man obliged him and moved back with dry leaves crunching under the man's boots. Once more, Gareth motioned with the barrel of his rifle. The man took another step back. "Go on. Leave." The man scowled but, with a gun already drawn on him he was left with no choice but to do as he was told. Muttering something under his breath the man picked up his backpack and turned to leave. Gareth stepped forward. He took a longer step. His next step took him past the radio. Gareth dropped his rifle onto a pile of leaves and reached for his hatchet as his next step closed the distance between himself and the stranger. The man turned upon hearing the crunch of grass right behind him but doing so only made Gareth's next action all that much easier. Blood splattered across a nearby tree and the man fell to his knees, clutching his now-open throat as blood poured out from the gaping wound. Gareth watched the man for a moment until he collapsed onto the ground, eyes locked on his attacker before the light in them died. Gareth struck another blow against the fresh corpse's skull to finish the job and upon yanking his bloodied hatchet out of the stranger's head, bits of brain clinging to the blade, he wiped the hatchet clean on the man's shirt before returning it to its sheathe. "Nothing personal. Just can't have you circling back to slit my throat in my sleep. And I'm not wasting a bullet on you." Scooping up his rifle from the pile of dead leaves and slinging it over his shoulder, Gareth returned to the radio and knelt beside it to examine it closely. He sighed, immediately taking note that its casing had been damaged. As he opened the radio up, his doubts over the piece of equipment came true. As he had expected, someone else had already stripped the innards of the radio almost completely clean. No doubt for making repairs on their own radio. There was no hope in salvaging the radio even for scrap. He sighed in frustration. It had been over two months since his last communication with his brother. The last he had heard, his brother had been stationed in a "Red Zone". "Guess I'll have to keep searching." Gareth stood up and dusted off his cargo pants before heading deeper into the forest, pulling his rifle off his shoulder once more to keep it ready for any other threats.
Ash closed his eyes, focusing once more on the distant image. Voices echoed in his head, vaguely recognizable due to the multitude of other thoughts clouding his mind. Clarity, Brianne, Rhett, Alarick, Hestia, Yuri, Titania. The names circled his consciousness even as he was trying to focus on another entirely. Something was wrong. The warlock opened his eyes and came to a dead stop when he forced his mind to clear the way to the other side of the connection. He looked up, watching as light danced off the iridescent wings of a butterfly floating overhead. His eyes narrowed at the delicate insect as it lingered by him for a moment. "Go on ahead without me. Tell Hestia I'll be there shortly when you arrive." He turned around instantly and took off running in the other direction in which they had come from. The sun had risen higher into the sky by now, sunlight poking through holes in the cloudy sky but even in the day Ash did not cast a shadow. A shadow could follow anything, anyone, anywhere regardless of the method of travel once it latched onto its host. It was not by pure luck or chance that Ash had chosen to separate from his shadow the moment he left Morrigan behind. As capable as she was, leaving her alone with so many others that could betray them would have been an idiotic move on his part. Keeping an eye on the others left behind was necessary given that Gaia would likely not interfere unless it was an absolute must. Ash hurried off faster as quick as his feet could carry him, his mind focused on one single object. On the other side, the shadow stepped out silently from the cover of a nearby tree, having clung to its shadow until it was recalled or made to act. Working as both Ash's eyes, ears, and an extension of his will, the black mass sped at the armored fey known as Paragon in defense of Morrigan. Its form shifted as it closed the distance toward the fey, instead of where hands should have been the dark entity had formed hefty hammers in their place to crush Paragon's armor, swiping hard with both "fists" at the fey's back. Somehow, some way, this girl was actually dragging him forward like a rag doll. Already past the point of suspicion, Cin dramatically lunged forward to wrap his arm around Luce's waist from behind and lift her off her feet to keep her from moving any farther than she already did. No amount of leg strength would do her any good if she could not reach the ground. "I am not fond of nephilim as it is, girl. I would rather not have to harm you to keep you from heading to your demise or whatever it is that you're heading toward. But I will if you force me." Hestia walked into the apartment and vanished into her room almost as quickly as she entered, leaving both himself and Creed little to work with other than there was some kind of threat outside the door. "Guess it was too soon to consider this place a fortress of solitude. Hestia should take some security tips from Ash." He muttered under his breath, staring at the door which the High Warlock had just sealed. "Say, Creed, what do you know about demon magic? This book here mentions some pretty nasty stuff." Turning a page from Hestia's tome, Rhett tilted his head upon reaching a very detailed illustration of the effects of such magic on a human body. Needless to say, it was quite grotesque and Rhett was having a hard time believing that those organs belonged to just one body. "Uh...no thanks..." Rhett turned the page and sighed out, glancing over at the entrance once more out of curiosity. He understood respecting the wishes of their host but standing around in one place and waiting around to speak to Brianne and Clarity was wearing on his patience. Once more, he sighed. Hestia was the ancient warlock. Listening to her couldn't have been a bad idea.
Still a huge work in progress (emphasis on work in progress) but I'd like to share the overall structure of my KH remix.
Sci-fi noir does seem like a good fit. Honestly, I think there might be more ideas to go along with that than "magic noir". If this gets more interest, this RP will definitely happen. If not, it's going on the back burner for a little while.
Name: Gareth Cartwright Nickname: Hates nicknames. Photo ID: Here Age: 29 Personality: Distant and prefers silence to talking. Gareth is indifferent to the concerns of others and does his best to keep out of anyone's business and keep others out of his. Despite this, he will always be the first to jump in when he sees someone in harm's way. Brief Bio: Gareth has had more than his fair share of "life experience" for a man of his age. He had a brief stint in the military where he received an honorable discharge. When he returned home he took the odd job here or there until tragedy struck his family. Gareth left his hometown and moved from place to place, never wanting to look back but always seeking for the peace of mind he once held. Occupation: In between jobs at the moment. Special Skills: An excellent tracker and marskman. Gareth is very physically capable person in terms of strength and stamina. Weapons of Choice: Hatchet, 4-Round Bolt-Action Hunting Rifle Theme Song: Presence Other Tidbits: Call him Gary and you will be punched.
Real talk for a moment. That show is great.
Why did the baby cross the road? It was stapled to the chicken.
We probably won't be hearing anything major about the game that isn't a huge spoiler until release but here's an interview with Yoko Shimomura: Also, preorders for the game are up on the Playstation Store. An extra $25 nets you a season pass. Some details from the Japanese store have shown six DLCs for the game: “FFXV Booster Pack” (DLC1) “FFXV Episode Gladiolus” (DLC2) “FFXV Holiday Pack” (DLC3) “FFXV Episode Ignis” (DLC4) “FFXV Episode Prompto” (DLC5) “FFXV Expansion Pack” (DLC6) Source Also, the next ATR is on August 8th and will be about Kingsglaive. It's likely the new Brotherhood episode will be released that day as well given the current upload schedule.
Maybe a mix of both but leaning towards something more brutal. Any other comments so far?
One word: Mafia. With KHV having it's own mafia game up and running, the popularity of the game Town of Salem, and the oncoming release of FFXV(in its Versus days Noctis's family was described as a Japanese mafia), I got to thinking that an RP with a similar theme might gain some traction. ANYWAY. The idea is this: There's a town under control of a mafia(big surprise!). The godfather is aging and has recently fallen sick. When a temporary leader steps up, local law enforcement takes advantage of the new leader's lack of experience when slip ups start to be made in order to capture members of the mafia. Meanwhile, a rival gang/family uses this opportunity to start encroaching on the mafia's territory to cease power for themselves, even if it means completely eliminating their opposition. If anyone is interested, there's a few questions I've got: Magic is a common thing in this world. Yes or no? Instead of magic, a more sci-fi method is used for gaining abilities. Possibly even illegally. Yes or no? Set in current day(or a "near" future) or in the past(20's-40's American aesthetic)? Should one of those three sides be removed from the equation? Only "mafia vs cops/town" or "mafia vs rival gang"? Lots of realism or not? Ex: More realism requires the only viable weapons being guns, no magic, no sci-fi stuff either. "Your idea is bad. Get a different concept." y/n? Any other input would be appreciated.
Testing out my first mic. Pretty happy with the sound quality given my poor setup.
Start screaming.
Electrical Engineering. Specifically, a concentration called "Fields and Devices".
Yay. Thanks guys. Whatever it takes to get a Masters. xD
Ash kept silent, his concentration focused on something else. He already knew of Alarick's current mood given what had happened to Brianne and did not expect the young nephilim to understand, or more accurately, care about, the gravity of the grander schemes at play by the various forces at work. Once he saw to Clarity's well-being, he would then concern himself with the matter of Brianne's transformation and the choosing of the new Alpha. He closed his eyes for a moment to gain a clearer picture. Of course, this current plan was all assuming more trouble did not arise from the wild "pieces" on the board. Allowing Alarick to deal with Masque as he saw fit, for the time being, Ash glanced over at the other nephilim Aethelrick. "When we arrive, mind your manners around Hestia. No doubt current circumstances have worn her patience thin and I would rather not have to watch your ashes be swept off her floor. She's tamer than Titania or Yuri but I would not recommend testing the limits of her hospitality." Ash paused briefly, considering another matter. It could wait until they arrived. His eyes followed after Alarick who had already picked up his pace to get away from them, his own patience clearly at its end. Ash followed after, going silent. Cin began to change his motions in following after Luce the longer he did so. The more he observed her the more apparent it seemed that she appeared to be in a trance of sorts, being pulled by some unknown entity towards an unknown location for unknown reasons. There were too many unknowns for him to be comfortable in allowing this to continue. He picked up his pace to catch up to the girl, noticing the gradual shift as the farther they walked the more decrepit the buildings around them became. The ex-knight took a long stride to cross the distance between himself and Luce to reach out and grasp her tightly by her upper arm. "You've gone far enough." Cin eyed the overgrowth that emerged through the cracks in the stone around them. Cautiously, he drew the shorter of his blades with his free hand. "I don't know what has gotten into you but wandering about like this after we had just escaped is not a wise move." The fairy tugged at Luce's arm to get her moving in the opposite direction. He wanted to be as far away from wherever she had been leading them as quickly as possible. Cin's grip tightened on Luce's arm on the off chance she was willing to fight him on this. Rhett watched as Creed popped into the living room, looking a little more patient than he did on waiting to get the doors opened. "Any clue where Hestia went?" Rhett placed his phone down on top of the book he was planning on skimming over as he rolled his shoulders back and began to stretch. His new injuries from Titania had already formed noticeable bruises when he checked as soon as he had awoken but the felt as if they were already healing nicely. He took up his phone and sat down to take the time to send a message en masse to gather any and all werewolves who would still follow him. It was not a dramatic gesture but given Titania's little "squeeze the werewolf" stunt he was not willing to go out in the open and risk getting her attention again so soon. She wanted Brianne and, to some extent, him. It was just smarter to stay out of sight at the moment.
Yay me I guess. Now as to whether or not I'll get in is another story.
The course had been set and the Ouranos had departed for Xen territory. "Aeros, when we arrive at our destination you will be taking a shuttle down to the surface. The crew going with you has not been finalized yet but I will heading down as well." Captain Altius stared down at the screen on the console of her chair as Ritter relayed information directly from the team working on analyzing the intruder's guns. While some appeared to be modified weapons stolen from the Coalition, others appeared to be entirely foreign in nature. She had a gut feeling the answers behind this would be located somewhere on Xhan, the homeworld of a hermetic cybernetic species. While she could have sent Quint down with a security team to investigate such an action would likely be taken as an act of aggression. No, this would require a more delicate hand especially if they were to arrive unannounced to the Xen homeworld. If they were guilty of plotting against the Coalition then she did not want to give them the time to clean their hands of their involvement by letting them know of the Ouranos's visit. "Did you know Yvette at the academy, Ensign Rivera?" Her eyes did not move from the screen on the armrest of her seat. As a pilot of equal rank, it was possible that Aeros had been in several classes with Yvette. Though the institution was quite large, it was not a possibility she was going to dismiss so easily. Almira had her suspicions as to why Yvette had been kidnapped but with no solid lead, there could only be speculation. As an ensign, she would not be privy to any knowledge that would be a security risk. "Did she ever openly mention her life on her homeworld?" Irrin followed after Ana, his thoughts filled with images of his last encounter with the Xen. During his time commanding the Elanus he had escorted a famed ambassador from his world to make peace talks with the cybernetic race. By that time, they no longer appeared to as frightening metallic skeletal beings but, rather, took the appearance of what they seemed to associate with "perfect" features belonging to members of his race. Not a single blemish could ever be found on their all-too-smooth skin and their eyes were too brightly colored to be natural. The peace talks ended in failure and during the firefight that ensued the ambassador suffered a nearly fatal wound causing her to end her career due to the experience. News of the incident traveled no further than his homeworld which only placed the blame on the Xen for the attack. Irrin could hardly disagree. Once both he and Ana stepped onto the cargo section he left the science officer to run her scans to move to where the scraps of the pirate drone had been scattered. The weapons belonging to the intruders had been locked away in storage for him to inspect later but some sections of the ship had been closed off to prevent damaging of the remaining evidence. "Ritter, what can you tell me about the serial number of this drone?" The etchings on the inside of the wrecked drone casing were burned and warped from the gunfire but it was still readable to him. After reading off the long list of numbers, dashes, letters and their respective cases, and other symbols there was a brief pause in the response time from the computer AI. "No match of this classification system can be found in the Coalition Databases." Just as he expected. "Access the Pandoan Archives. Use my security clearance." "According to the Archives, a similar classification system was last seen in use by Xen-created drones." "And I'm going to bet we'll find that the weapons those pirates were using use their numbering as well." Irrin scratched his chin, thinking over it to himself in silence. Despite the tensions between their two peoples the Xen would never launch an attack against a Coalition starship. Other races were never dragged into their quarrels and he had a hard time believing they would willingly share their technology with any species no matter what the incentives were. Regardless of what he believed the evidence had already begun to point in one direction. Taking a moment to drop the piece of metal and stand Quint looked over towards Ana. "Any luck over there, Miss Jereck?" Janus raised an eyebrow at the tone in Yvette's voice and the defiance set in her eyes. If she was afraid she was doing a good job at hiding it. "You know, I would hardly consider being an ensign serving aboard the Coalition flagship a lowly position. Let me guess, you came out here to the vast reaches of space to prove yourself? That you're not some wealthy damsel in distress with her nose stuck up so high it reaches the ceiling." Janus outstretched his arms in a wide gesture. "Well look where you are now. Captured. Not doing such a good job proving yourself are you?" The man lowered his arms and motioned toward the ration he had given her. "It's not as appetizing as whatever must be on the Ouranos but it'll keep you alive." Janus spoke, continuing to ignore Yvette's question for as long as he could just to remind her she was in no position to be making demands. The less defiant she was the better her chances for surviving the ordeal was. Janus leaned back against the door, his arms folded as he eyed the ensign who would stick out like a sore thumb should she be allowed to leave her quarters due to her Corps uniform. "To be perfectly honest, I don't know why we needed a prisoner aboard. As far as I know, the commander of this vessel has no plans to interrogate, torture, or execute you. If I were you, I'd consider not meeting him a blessing."
