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Actions in this Heart are fueled by your own confidence. No matter how ludicrous or physically impossible the action, as long as you believe you can do it, the expertise necessary will come to you naturally.
However, in order to pull them off, your mind and body must be in sync with the balance of emotions in yourself. Everyone has a mix of red and blue to work with. For reference:
Red actions are passionate, impulsive, creative, chaotic, rebellious, sexy, playful, free-spirited, raw, warming.
Blue actions are rational, calculated, intellectual, focused, lawful, elegant, mature, controlling, guarded, calming.
If you need an easy shorthand to figure out what colour your action will be, think red oni and blue oni. Chaos and Law can also work, but consider that actions which are destructive and criminal can be blue if you’re doing them with cold exactness in your heart, and actions that are just and constructive can be red if you feel passionate about it.
If you are unsure what colour an action will be, ask your GM.
In order to succeed at an action, you must successfully draw a token of the associated colour.
The more difficult the action, the more tokens you will have to draw.
1 token for Simple (basic actions, skills which are easy for your character)
2 tokens for SStylish (all combat, actions which take skill or are difficult for your character)
- Drawing all of the matching colour tokens is a success! You then add another token of the same colour to your total.
- Drawing both colour tokens is a mixed result. You still accomplish it successfully, but you must discard one of the tokens drawn. In a combat scenario, your attack will hit, but you will also fail to dodge an enemy's attack.
- Drawing all incorrect tokens is a failure. You discard one of the tokens drawn.
You add/subtract tokens for success/fail actions, even if you are only doing a Simple action.
If you want to accomplish something truly outrageous and near impossible, that's SSSmokin' Sick Style. In that case, you draw 3 tokens. On a mixed result or a failure, you lose all your tokens.
If you completely run out of either red or blue tokens, you will have failed to balance your heart and something will happen.
However, in order to pull them off, your mind and body must be in sync with the balance of emotions in yourself. Everyone has a mix of red and blue to work with. For reference:
Red actions are passionate, impulsive, creative, chaotic, rebellious, sexy, playful, free-spirited, raw, warming.
Blue actions are rational, calculated, intellectual, focused, lawful, elegant, mature, controlling, guarded, calming.
If you need an easy shorthand to figure out what colour your action will be, think red oni and blue oni. Chaos and Law can also work, but consider that actions which are destructive and criminal can be blue if you’re doing them with cold exactness in your heart, and actions that are just and constructive can be red if you feel passionate about it.
If you are unsure what colour an action will be, ask your GM.
In order to succeed at an action, you must successfully draw a token of the associated colour.
The more difficult the action, the more tokens you will have to draw.
1 token for Simple (basic actions, skills which are easy for your character)
2 tokens for SStylish (all combat, actions which take skill or are difficult for your character)
- Drawing all of the matching colour tokens is a success! You then add another token of the same colour to your total.
- Drawing both colour tokens is a mixed result. You still accomplish it successfully, but you must discard one of the tokens drawn. In a combat scenario, your attack will hit, but you will also fail to dodge an enemy's attack.
- Drawing all incorrect tokens is a failure. You discard one of the tokens drawn.
You add/subtract tokens for success/fail actions, even if you are only doing a Simple action.
If you want to accomplish something truly outrageous and near impossible, that's SSSmokin' Sick Style. In that case, you draw 3 tokens. On a mixed result or a failure, you lose all your tokens.
If you completely run out of either red or blue tokens, you will have failed to balance your heart and something will happen.
Jason
Red 4
Blue 3
Glory
Red 2
Blue 5
Lilith's Kiss
Red 5
Blue 2
Use this page to draw tokens and keep track of your stats made by Carly, a living miracle. Remember to input your stats before you start!
Please note in your tag what tokens you drew, and what you are adding or subtracting from your total.
Red 4
Blue 3
Glory
Red 2
Blue 5
Lilith's Kiss
Red 5
Blue 2
Use this page to draw tokens and keep track of your stats made by Carly, a living miracle. Remember to input your stats before you start!
Please note in your tag what tokens you drew, and what you are adding or subtracting from your total.
Edited 2021-01-23 03:01 (UTC)
You stand on a large, circular platform, suspended in the darkness. The floor beneath you is a rose window of stained glass, lit from below by some unseen source. The cardinal corners are adorned with mural images in the glass: a red sword wreathed in flame; a revolver encircled by blue roses and thorns; a pious figure in a black shroud with book in hand; and a white demon with horns curved downward, brandishing a claw. Their images glow with power, beckoning you to choose between them. (There is only one of each weapon)
At the center of the platform is a statue of a young man. He wears a long coat and a cocky smirk, ready to take on any foe with the complex broadsword on his back and the gun holstered at his hip. But his real pride and joy, the weapon he's most confident in, must be what's in his right arm. Or... it would be if he had a right arm? Unfortunately, you may never know. That part of the statue has been broken off at the elbow.
At the center of the platform is a statue of a young man. He wears a long coat and a cocky smirk, ready to take on any foe with the complex broadsword on his back and the gun holstered at his hip. But his real pride and joy, the weapon he's most confident in, must be what's in his right arm. Or... it would be if he had a right arm? Unfortunately, you may never know. That part of the statue has been broken off at the elbow.
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in the sky as dawn breaks through the night. The floor beneath you is cobblestone and mosaic tile, gleaming with many colours.
At the center of the platform is a statue of an angelic-looking woman, clad in raiments of her faith with her hair tied in a modest ponytail. Her expression is full of resolve, and the way she holds a child to her bosom protectively, as though shielding him, gives her an aura of selfless compassion.
The plaque inscription reads:
Endure
At the center of the platform is a statue of an angelic-looking woman, clad in raiments of her faith with her hair tied in a modest ponytail. Her expression is full of resolve, and the way she holds a child to her bosom protectively, as though shielding him, gives her an aura of selfless compassion.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in a bright blue sky. The floor beneath you is weathered concrete, with skidmarks forming a kaleidoscope pattern on the ground.
At the center of the platform is a statue of a young woman with a snake tail and two sets of tentacles sprouting from her back. She has a devilishly playful sparkle in her eye, and her pose is flirtatious - maybe even a little suggestive? But the tentacles hover around her protectively, as though warning against anything untoward.
The plaque inscription reads:
Level 117: Make A Mark On The City
At the center of the platform is a statue of a young woman with a snake tail and two sets of tentacles sprouting from her back. She has a devilishly playful sparkle in her eye, and her pose is flirtatious - maybe even a little suggestive? But the tentacles hover around her protectively, as though warning against anything untoward.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in a bright blue sky. The floor beneath you is a painted fresco, depicting a flock of many different birds in Medieval style.
At the center of the platform is a statue of a tall, athletic teenage boy and a wild-haired girl with glasses. Though they stand back-to-back, the fondness and camaraderie in their faces makes it clear that they would support each other through any hardship - one with calm, sensible thinking and the other with spirit and biting wit.
The plaque inscription reads:
Level 125: Prepare For Dinner
At the center of the platform is a statue of a tall, athletic teenage boy and a wild-haired girl with glasses. Though they stand back-to-back, the fondness and camaraderie in their faces makes it clear that they would support each other through any hardship - one with calm, sensible thinking and the other with spirit and biting wit.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in a strange twilight that you realize is tinted red by mist. The floor beneath you is wet, dark and fleshy - like the cross-section of a massive plant stem that oozes blood wherever you step.
At the center of the platform is a statue of a thin, waif-like man with a cane, with a pet raven perched on his shoulder. Despite his frail appearance, his eyes burn with covetous desire and the still-burning resolve to survive, no matter how cornered.
The plaque inscription reads:
Protect Him
At the center of the platform is a statue of a thin, waif-like man with a cane, with a pet raven perched on his shoulder. Despite his frail appearance, his eyes burn with covetous desire and the still-burning resolve to survive, no matter how cornered.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in the midst of a blizzard, lit by flashes of colour from dancing, supernatural light. The floor beneath you is made of white steel plating and iron bars, with glowing cables visible from between the seams.
At the center of the platform is a severe looking military man, back straight and hands clasped behind his back. His hair is combed straight back and he has the most unfortunate pointed goatee to go with the scowl on his face. Though his sword is sheathed on his belt, you can't help but wonder if he carries another rammed up his ass.
The plaque inscription reads:
Defy The Order
At the center of the platform is a severe looking military man, back straight and hands clasped behind his back. His hair is combed straight back and he has the most unfortunate pointed goatee to go with the scowl on his face. Though his sword is sheathed on his belt, you can't help but wonder if he carries another rammed up his ass.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in a swirling inferno of flame that howls like a wild beast, fighting to break free. The floor beneath you is blackened and charred stone, sharp enough to cut your feet, with still-glowing embers forming a spiral of shifting runes.
At the center of the platform is a handsome, muscular man with a pained, conflicted expression. In one hand he holds a kris dagger and the other seems to be tentatively reaching out to you - he looks unsure whether to hurt you, hurt himself, or to actually follow his heart. But it feels like he would only be this uncertain if he cared for you more deeply than he knew how to handle.
The plaque inscription reads:
Level 279: Accept Him
At the center of the platform is a handsome, muscular man with a pained, conflicted expression. In one hand he holds a kris dagger and the other seems to be tentatively reaching out to you - he looks unsure whether to hurt you, hurt himself, or to actually follow his heart. But it feels like he would only be this uncertain if he cared for you more deeply than he knew how to handle.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on another circular platform, suspended in the void of space where once-familiar stars sing, not with reassuring light, but with wapred, parasitic whispers that slither around inside you. The floor beneath you is a glitzy, many-coloured crystal that sparkles as a shallow layer of water runs across the whole stage, spilling over the edge and into nothingness.
At the center of the platform is a statue of a young woman with wild, shaggy hair that she nonetheless has attempted to tame in a ponytail. She has dual katanas drawn, and her expression is steeled in a look of utter calm despite what grisly work may ensue. There is no room for failure, and she will push beyond herself to master the deed at hand.
The plaque inscription reads:
Level 278: Make Them Stop
At the center of the platform is a statue of a young woman with wild, shaggy hair that she nonetheless has attempted to tame in a ponytail. She has dual katanas drawn, and her expression is steeled in a look of utter calm despite what grisly work may ensue. There is no room for failure, and she will push beyond herself to master the deed at hand.
The plaque inscription reads:
You stand on a large circular platform, suspended in twilight mist. The edges of your vision flickers and burn with vivid blue, and at times it seems like you can make out a meadow, dotted with flowers in every colour, far below you. The floor beneath you are tiles of pure white marble arranged in sacred geometry across the floor, and lined in bright gold.
The statue before you is... huge. A demon king sitting on his throne, lazily regarding you as the pest that you are. A crystalline sentry floats defensively around him, and his entire body seems to be armoured in tentacles that sprawl over him like a writhing, tangled nest of snakes. The largest of them drape over his throne, feeding his body more and more power. And they look strangely... organic, compared to the white marble underneath.
In fact it's green, like the stem of a flower.
Delicate white blossoms grow out from vital points on his body where the tentacles have amassed. It looks rather out of place on an otherwise fearsome demon king.
The space where a plaque would be has been torn off, and in its place, a word has formed in the cracks in the marble.
Father
The statue before you is... huge. A demon king sitting on his throne, lazily regarding you as the pest that you are. A crystalline sentry floats defensively around him, and his entire body seems to be armoured in tentacles that sprawl over him like a writhing, tangled nest of snakes. The largest of them drape over his throne, feeding his body more and more power. And they look strangely... organic, compared to the white marble underneath.
In fact it's green, like the stem of a flower.
Delicate white blossoms grow out from vital points on his body where the tentacles have amassed. It looks rather out of place on an otherwise fearsome demon king.
The space where a plaque would be has been torn off, and in its place, a word has formed in the cracks in the marble.
You stand on a large, circular platform, suspended in a void of light. The floor beneath you is the same stained glass window you started from, but the colours are stronger now - almost overwhelming to look at. If you stare at it too long, you'll find yourself growing dizzy.
At the center of the platform sits the empty base for a statue, with an indent for placing the weapon you received.
At the center of the platform sits the empty base for a statue, with an indent for placing the weapon you received.
You stand on a large, circular platform, suspended in a void of light. The floor beneath you is the same stained glass window you started from, but the colours shift and dance, like an aurora borealis. It's strangely soothing to look at.
At the center of the platform sits the empty base for a statue, with an indent for placing the weapon you received.
At the center of the platform sits the empty base for a statue, with an indent for placing the weapon you received.
[huh.]
Well, that's one way to solve this.
[he's going to take the revolver.]
Well, that's one way to solve this.
[he's going to take the revolver.]
You step into the serene blue light. In your hand, a gun of your choosing materializes. Probably your favourite model of handgun. You sense that with great deliberation and precision, your bullets can freeze a target solid - before shattering them into mist.
...Nero...
[Glory frowns at all of this.
She's going to approach the demon, though.]
[Glory frowns at all of this.
She's going to approach the demon, though.]
Couldn't let it be just a normal gun, could you.
[well, guess he has that now.
now to approach the statue of his boyfriend.]
Well, how bad could it be.
[well, guess he has that now.
now to approach the statue of his boyfriend.]
Well, how bad could it be.
You step into a ghostly pale light, and feel something stirring over your skin. Spectral gauntlets form over your hands, turning mere fingers into flesh-rending claws. Though you wear them over your arms, they can grab, and hold things independent of your physical body.
[a nod of acknowledgment. but he's headed for the statue]
Now that you're closer, you can see there are cracks on the statue. One on his inner wrist that glows blue, one above his right elbow that glows red, and one splitting his sternum that seems to swirl with multiple colours underneath.
There is a plaque at the bottom of the statue. The inscription reads:
Max Level: 210 Days
Find The Balanced Path
Start
There is a plaque at the bottom of the statue. The inscription reads:
Find The Balanced Path
Start
Ah—
[She flexes her fingers and then the spectral fingers experimentally.]
...Alright, that works.
[She flexes her fingers and then the spectral fingers experimentally.]
...Alright, that works.
[max level, huh.
well.
guess he's going to press the inscription with his shoe.
he knows how start buttons work?]
well.
guess he's going to press the inscription with his shoe.
he knows how start buttons work?]
[she has demon claws now. coming over to look at the statue with him]
...This has to be... His mind, right?
...This has to be... His mind, right?
Excuse me that's hardly respectful, do you know where the bottom of your boot has been? Maybe it's stepped on something gross.
But the plaque-button works all the same. As you touch the statue, it dissolves into orbs of red and blue energy - all quickly absorbed into your new weapon, breathing life and power into it. Where the base once was, now is a pillar of light, spilling out from a portal at the center of the circular array.
But the plaque-button works all the same. As you touch the statue, it dissolves into orbs of red and blue energy - all quickly absorbed into your new weapon, breathing life and power into it. Where the base once was, now is a pillar of light, spilling out from a portal at the center of the circular array.
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