[heirtothemonado]

"Hmmm? Oh hoho...No no, Im afraid not, girl. I may be a Fortune Teller, But i am not one that you may be familiar with. Come, Take a seat. The Game is about to begin. You've earned it, For all the hard work you've done. The Game welcomes you." The Dealer would say, His shuffling complete, as the Deck arranges itself, nice and neat before Isabelle, Before producing three cards from random sides of its deck, And a Fourth for the Dealer to select an Enemy from. Isabelle's chair would also shrink a little for her to gain easier access, before lifting up once more to get her room on the table.

"The Game grants you These Aces...Pick one, And choose Wisely."




The Ace of Heavy....Probably the most unfitting card the Game could have given, really. An absolute mountain of a man, but a bit lacking in the brains department

(The Ace of Heavy makes your Ace....well, Heavy. Along with Stats, Moveset, and Appearance, you also gain the Skill 'Meatshield' Your extra tough body allows you to take a lot more of a beating then most. You receive -5% from all STR and DEX based attacks.)




"The Ace of Temperance.....One body, but two being, wanting complete opposites results. Which side will you choose?"

The Ace of Temperance makes your Ace Chara/Frisk. As well, you receive the skill 'Choice'. Every problem as a violent and non-violent solution. You may choose a side, but you must stick with it for the entire encounter. Choosing Violence gives you an 5% attack buff, but a -2 debuff to Non-attacking stats.. Choosing Pacifism does the opposite. +2 to Non-attacking stats, but -5% attack debuff)





"The Ace of Flower...A Princess should be gentle, and stay away from action. However, This seems to go against her very being. Perhaps that righteousness she feels, Will aid you in equal stride?"



(The Ace of Flower will make your Ace Princess Daisy. Her Stats, Appearance, and Moves are yours. You will also be granted a Lip's Stick, as a Item to use in The Game.)

"And now, the foe you shall be pitted against...."



"The King of Plants....Do not let his appearance fool you. This flower is no pushover. Can you defeat Flowey?

"Now....How shall the deck be cut?"

Cut the deck Low? (Shorter game, less Post-Game-Loot to collect)

Cut the deck in the Middle? (Standard Game Length)

Cut the deck High? (Much longer game, with grander Loot, but comes with a wider, harder map.)

[Therider]

Isabelle watched the Dealer work wonders with the playing cards and sat down on the chair. As it raised up higher, she smiled, paws on her lap. Wow, it looked so incredible! Like how Katrina finally got down the magical star place she was always talking about. Isabelle remembered fondly she felt like she was in actual outer space! But the Dealer seemed to be a little bit more used to his magic than Katrina, so Isabelle simply waited. She watched as the three cards were placed before her, and she "ooh'ed and aaah'ed" quietly as the Dealer explained each of the Aces and the Villain.

However, her deliberation was brief. While the Heavy and the Flower both were good choices, her paws was oddly drawn to the Ace of Temperance's card. She wasn't exactly sure why... but Isabelle reasoned that the Ace of Flowers probably wouldn't want to go up against someone called Flowey. "Mister Dealer, I choose the Ace of Temperance. I don't know why... but it just feels right."

(ISABELLE CHOOSES THE ACE OF TEMPERANCE)

Then she noticed the deck on the table. Oh right, she was to cut it, wasn't she? Isabelle simply didn't know if she had the time for a really long game... But maybe...

"Mister Dealer, can you cut the deck high for me? My paws... are kinda not good with cards..."

(Isabelle cuts the deck High!... Well, hopefully, the Dealer does.)

[heirtothemonado]

The Dealer chuckles a bit when Isabelle asked if he could cut the deck for her. With a flick of his wrist he skimmed a few cards off the top of the deck, and the rest of them organized themselves into decks on their own, as well as a map on which to play the game on.

"Very well. The Cards are Set, the Game is Made....Let us Play" The Dealer said, flipping the first card onto the table in front of Isabelle.



"Bloody Tears...If there were ever the symbol for the interference of the supernatural, This would be it. Fear of the Chaos, Perpetrates itself in this card. You have a chance for a Gift of Night, or a Gift of Day. You walk into a Village, At the strike of midnight...."

The Dealer's words echoed as a mist began to envelop Isabelle's vision...

When the mist would clear, Isabelle would find herself in the form of  young human girl, one not much different then Isabelle's normal form, except for species. If she walked forward into the village, she'd find herself in the most dire of circumstances....



It was Dark, The Red Blood Moon hovering in the sky, only barely obscured by an odd cloud, which in the distance, a strange castle could be seen...From the Castle, A Loud, Roaring bong would release. The Townsfolk scatter in a rush, Screaming loudly in fear and terror, of something Isabelle/Chara/Frisk was clearly unaware of. "B-by god, Man the defenses, There COMING!!!!"

The Many door's and homes were locked, Many cries of Children and parents loudly screaming across the village. One could hear a cat meow in the alleyway...Before suddenly being silenced, with a Screech in agony.

Shall you inspect the Alleyway, Or shall you sheek shelter yourself?

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[Therider]

Isabelle watched with wonder as the world around her changed, and with it, she changed as well! Being human was a different and new experience for Isabelle, but she warmed up to it quickly, especially as her attention was divided by the new world she was in. As the sounds of horror began to fill the air, Friskabelle heard the noise of a cat being silenced with a screech in agony. The puppy-turned-human gasped as she heard the screech, and almost rushed into the alleyway before hearing a voice.

"So... do you want to go kill whoever hurt that poor kitty?"

A ghostly form appeared before Friskabelle, looking almost exactly like the young girl, except for shirt color and the deadly look in her eyes. Chara laughed as Isabelle looked on in confusion. "You don't know me? I'm your best friend! And what do you say we go and make sure whatever is in the alleyway doesn't come back alive?"

Friskabelle paused, before shaking her head. "N-no! I'm going to help the kitty get out of there without getting hurt or hurting anyone! That's a promise!" Chara rolled her eyes before Friskabelle rushed into the alleyway determined to help that cat!

-ISABELLE CHOOSES PACIFISM-

[heirtothemonado]

As Friskabelle would near the dark alleyway, her eyes would have to take a second to truly adjust to the unfair darkness, To view that, In place of what was expected, she would only see a puddle of water, which was illuminated red by the skies above. It seems the cat that was here, was gone...A few moments would pass, before a slight splish would occur inside, making the puddle waver and wobble...

*SPLASH!!*

Suddenly, Jumping from the tiny puddle, A massive form would erupt.

A Merman would leap from the puddle, Its eyes closing with a horrendous schlick, before opening once more, Its mouth bloodied slightly, as it seemed clear what had occured. The fishy man looked at Friskabelle, tilting its head. There was something....different about this human. It wasn't like the ones it was told to kill, after all....



Attack the Merman?

[Therider]

Friskabelle almost recoiled when she saw the Merman jump out of the water. This... This was a merman? Isabelle certainly hadn't seen one before, and the only one Frisk or Chara seemed to have memory of...


...Was certainly NOT like this one! (But... he was very, VERY handsome.)

Friskabelle shook a bit as she stepped forward, the ghost of Chara floating behind with a smug grin. The puppy-turned-human raised a paw hand and waved. "Uh, Hello! I'm... I'm Frisk...Abelle! Friskabelle, yeah. What's your name? Do you have a name?" Friskabelle approached nervously. "...I'm looking for a kitty that came down this way... Do you know where it is?"

Chara facepalmed, obviously annoyed by the ACTing.
"Don't you get it, stupid? It ate the cat! And now it's going to eat you too, because you wanted to play nice with it, you stupid idiot."

Friskabelle ignored Chara's insults and came near the Merman, before hugging it gently. "There, there, mister Merman! It's OK. I won't listen to the angry ghost person, because I'll be your friend!"

kUM01RxB1d20+5(Isabelle's CHA roll to hug the Fishman! Choosing to ACT instead of ATTACK!1d20+5

[heirtothemonado]

The Merman snarled as Friskabelle cowered in front of it. It was only a human girl. She might have smelled a bit different then the others, but she'd still make a fine snack. Crouching low to the ground, the Merman was poised for attack....

RwY104Bwp_1d20-2 (The Merman's resistance to Friskabelle's hug! Oh sure, now you crit...It won't be enough though)

And was met with Friskabelle hanging her arms around his neck. To say the Merman was shocked would have been a bit of an understatement. It stiffened at the foreign content, clearly not used to such a thing. However, after a bit the Merman.....started to...enjoy it? It couldn't figure it out, but Friskabelle's hug started to calm it down. It no longer felt the need to hunt and destroy the village. All it wanted was to be with it's new friend.

However, as if by instinct, the Merman knew that Friskabelle couldn't stay. Reluctantly letting the puppy-turned-human go briefly, and dove back into it's puddle. After a few moments, it reappeared, holding a green band in it's claws. It tied the band around Friskabelle's head, before giving her another quick hug, and dived back into it's puddle.

(The Merman has given Friskabelle a Floral Headband!)

Mist fills Isabelle's vision once again as the village fades. After a few seconds she was back in her normal body, and the Dealer appeared before her again, trying very hard not to laugh.

"Well....That wasn't the way I was expecting you to handle that, to be sure" the Dealer said, chuckling under his veil. He motioned to the bronze bowl set off to the side, where a Token rested. "But, the Game is nothing if not adapting. Now..." the Dealer gestured to the pattern of cards in front of him...

"Where shall you go now?"

(Choose a destination, Isabelle, and let the next round of the Game begin)

(You have 1 Normal Item in the pot!)
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[Therider]

Isabelle watched the world return to the Dealer's tent, and she giggles slightly as he mentions her way was unorthodox. Feeling her tail again was... an odd sensation, but she'll get pass that pretty quick. She placed a hand paw over her heart as she thought about her Merman friend. "... It didn't feel right to hurt him. He was just another person, trying to eat and survive like the rest of us! Maybe he was a monster, and cats weren't the only thing he ate... But I didn't know that. And the ghost... I didn't want to listen to that ghost either!"

Isabelle, now having expressed her thoughts, took a second to view the map, before picking the spot directly beneath the card they were on. "That one, please!"

[heirtothemonado]

The Dealer chuckled again, looking bemused as Isabelle gave reason for her actions. "Perhaps. An uncommon outlook, to be sure, but throughout my years of hosting the Game, I've played with quite a few pacifists such as yourself. Some were successful. Others weren't as lucky. We shall see where you shall fall." The Dealer mused thoughtfully, before looking straight at Isabelle again. "Now then...The next step of your Game begins...." he said, and the card Isabelle had pointed out flipped itself over.



The House of Witch....If this were not my job, I'd spare you my horrid singing voice...*Ahem*



When Isabelle's vision cleared of mist, this time she found herself in a house of some kind. Or it might have been a dungeon. Honestly, the décor could lead itself to both. In front of her, a large cauldron sat, with a young-looking girl behind it, stirring it's contents.


Noticing the newcomer in her house, Ashley rolled her eyes and gave Friskabelle her attention.

"So your the one after that flower, huh? And I suppose I'm supposed to help you with that?" Ashley sighed, clearly not happy about helping someone without benefit for herself, and scooped something out of her cauldron, filled a flask with it, and handed it to Isabelle.

"Here. I'm fresh out of herbicide, but this should help you out.....maybe. Honestly I'm not sure what it does yet. I haven't tested it out....Oh well. Hopefully it works"


(Isabelle! Ashley has given you a Potion. It can either be helpful or harmful, but you won't know until you drink it!)

[Therider]

Isabelle giggles as the world changed around her once more and she was dropped into this new land. Reaching out a paw hand, Friskabelle now found herself before a young witch and her spooky looking mansion. Honestly , the weirdest thing Friskabelle was dealing with with was switching between her dog villager body and her now human body. It was very strange to switch from paws back to hands back to paws back to hands... it was all so confusing! Friskabelle could spend a year trying to figure this out. But now was no time to start that! Friskabelle had a new friend to make!

”Hello! I’m Friskabelle. And, well, I’m just trying to make sure this flower man isn’t trying to hurt someone. D-Do you have something to help me? Oh, I’m so grateful! Thank you so much, Miss...?”

By the time Ashley mentioned she didn’t know what the mixture Friskabelle had in her hands, the puppy-mixed-human had already downed the entire serving. ”Wow, that tasted really good! Thank you!”

(ISABELLE DRINKS THE POTION)

[heirtothemonado]

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 (Isabelle's Potion roll. Effect: Minor cosmetic change)


At first, Friskabelle wouldn't feel all that different then normal. Maybe that potion was a dud? After a few minutes, the potion would start to take effect. Only it was probably something she wouldn't have expected.

She would feel a strange tingling sensation near her bottom. As if something was...growing back there. If Friskabelle would turn around, she'd spot something familiar sprouting out the back of her shorts.

Her tail had reappeared.

Ashely stared, slightly confused at the results of her potion. "Huh...I'm not sure what I had expected, but it wasn't that. Oh well." The witch shrugged, and returned to her cauldron. "Whatever you plan to do now isn't my problem. But thank you for testing that. Now leave."

At Ashely's words, she and her mansion vanished into the mist again, and the Dealer reappeared, face unreadable as he addressed the Isabelle. 

"You should be grateful that didn't end up being worse. That one is a tricky one. Who knows what could have befallen you." Without changing the expression on his face, the Dealer gestures to the map again.



"Where are you bound now?"

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[Therider]

Friskabelle giggled as she felt a strange tingling sensation filled her body, and she turned around and started to follow her tail. Turning back to Ashl-

WAIT.

HER TAIL?!?

Friskabelle gasped loudly and grabbed her tail. Her tail was here?!? But how was that even possible? Isn't she a human? ...Was it the potion? Huh! What a wonder and delight! Friskabelle didn't even hear Ashley's request for her to leave, as she was running around in excitement with her tail, while the world turned back to normal around her. Isabelle now held her tail with her paws, as she sat before the Dealer. Noticing the Dealer once more, Isabelle dropped her tail and flushed bright red, rubbing her arm gently. "O-Oh! S-sorry... I know I shouldn't have drunk it without knowing what it is... But it didn't feel wrong either way! Maybe... Maybe this is what the Ace is all about! Going and balancing the two ghosts' desires... It'll be something I have to learn!"

This time, Isabelle pointed to the one card directly south on the card map. "There! Let's see what we have!"

[heirtothemonado]

"Hmm...An interesting outlook. The more you play the more I think your something the Game has not seen before." The Dealer mused. "It will adapt, eventually, however." With that, the Dealer flipped over the card that Isabelle had pointed out.




"Two warriors engaged in a  duel. Perhaps you could help them work it out?"


At the Dealers words, Isabelle's vision clouded over once again, and when it cleared, she was Friskabelle again (tail and all). She found herself in a sort of Japanese style bar. There weren't many patrons there tonight, but two men in the corner sounded pretty aggressive. Friskabelle wouldn't really be able to understand them, but  their tone betrayed their intentions. They were gonna break out into a fight any minute.


"Hey kid" A voice whispered to Friskabelle behind her. If she turned around, she'd find the bartender with a rather disapproving look aimed at the two irritable customers. Keeping his voice low, the bartender continued to talk to Friskabelle. "I don't know who let you in, but you look capable enough. If you can break those two up, I might be able to help you out with  what your doing. Not gonna force you though. Your a kid. My bar's not worth the paperwork."

[Therider]

And as odd as it normally started, Isabelle was transported back into the world of the Game with little more than a few words and a swirl of light and color. As she looked around the bar, Friskabelle suddenly came to the abrupt realization that she was in a bar. A BAR?!?!? What on earth was she doing in the bar? She didn’t d-d-d-d-d-d-d-drink! The strongest thing she ever drank and ever would was coffee (And even then she had her coffee with Mocha, a lot of milk, and three spoonfuls of sugar, so it wasn’t even that strong!), so Isabelle wouldn’t ever (EVER) be in a bar for any reason short of a good one. And worst of all, it’s not even Isabelle, it’s Friskabelle, the dog stuck in a little girl’s body, who’s in this bar right now. Oh no, was she going to be arrested? But… But she didn’t have her licence OR registration!

However, as the barkeeper started to speak, Friskabelle began to understand the situation she was placed in. These two men in the back… They were fighting! What on earth? They could hurt each other! Friskabelle wasn’t going to have any of that when all of a sudden…

“Hey, wanna hurt those guys?”

The ghost of Chara, floating above the ground, now rested in front of Friskabelle’s face. She smiled, and twirled a piece of hair around her finger. “We could make them stop… It’d be what the bartender wants, and plus, I get to stretch a little. I was starting to get really bored waiting for you to let me take control.”

Friskabelle shuddered slightly, suddenly very nervous. “But… But don’t you want to kill people? Wouldn’t hurting them be what the bartender is trying to avoid?”

Chara shrugged, “We can solve the problem this way, why not? Besides… aren’t you the one who said we need to let both of us out every now and then?” Friskabelle sighed, but not a sigh of exhaustion, or relief. It was a sigh of fear.

“...Alright. But I think I’m going to regret this…”

And as Chara’s laugh melted into Friskabelle’s body, the light blue spirit of Frisk was ejected, as Isabelle began to laugh quietly as she walked towards the two arguing men. “Oooooooooh, a puppy girl! A puppy girl is hanging out with Chara! Aw, are you two gonna be best friends?”

Charabelle stopped, and flashed a lovely, terrifying grin at Frisk’s ghost. “Oh, no, Frisk. You and I are best friends forever. I’m going to go make the bad men… D I S A P P E A R.”

--ISABELLE CHOOSES G E N O C I D E--

And then, the girl rushed the man closest to her, pulling out a worn, tough pink glove and bashing him in the face with it.

lQSWh84hp_1d20+1 (Charabelle's Tough Glove! Deals 15%, plus 5% due to the "Choice: Genocide" skill activating!)

Following this attack, Charabelle quickly brought out a knife, a smile forming on her face as she slashed at the same man, aiming for his throat, to cut it open and let him bleed out onto the floor. Oh, how wonderful it was to be out and killing again! It was times like these she was glad to deal with Frisk's incessant loving and friendship. Ugh, friendship. Nothing was worse than that. 

p_1d20+2 (Charabelle's Real Knife! Deals 7%, plus 5% from choosing Genocide)
p_1d20+1(Charabelle's Real Knife! Deals 7%, plus 5% from choosing Genocide)
p_1d20+1(Charabelle's Real Knife! Deals 7%, plus 5% from choosing Genocide)

And finally, Charabelle's eyes flash red, and a wave of destructive energy burst forth, aiming to annihilate this same man and reduce him to a pile of ashes. The puppy-turned-serial murderer stumbled a bit afterwards, but she held her ground... and her smile. 

p_1d20+2(Charabelle's SOUL! Dealt 32% to Charabelle, and now will deal 32%, plus 5% for choosing GENOCIDE!)

Charabelle
HP: 128/160
Shield:55/55
Status: Ready to K I L L1d20+1·1d20+2·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+2

[heirtothemonado]

"Hey, who's let a pipsqueak like this in here?" The first man, a larger one,  said as he turned from his partner, his fist raised to punch his face.

"No idea. But she'll wish she never crossed us after this!" his partner, the more lean of the two,  replied, shaking himself from the first guy's grip and making his way toward Charabelle

LLTZvXUIp_1d20+2 (Skinny Man's Tough Glove dodge: Failure)

Only to get slapped upside the face as Charabelle hit him with her glove. "Why you-- You'll pay for that!"

p_1d20+2 (Skinny Man's CRIT Real Knife Dodge: Success)
p_1d20+2 (Skinny Man's Real Knife Dodge: Success)
p_1d20+2 (Skinny Man's  Real Knife Dodge: Failure)

The man sloppily weaved around Charabelle's knife, although it managed to graze his side just as he passed by. Hey! That was cheating! Seething with anger now, the skinny man charged at Charabelle

p_1d20+2 (Skinny Man's SOUL Dodge: Failure)

And immediately got blast into the back wall. Staggering a bit, he turned to his partner. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get her!"

Following the skinny man's instruction, the bulkier man charged Charabelle, swinging his fists with all his might

p_1d20+2 (Bulky Man's Mega Punch! 8% DMG)
p_1d20+2 (Again)
p_1d20+2 (And again)

Before attempting to grab Charabelle and get her into a headlock

p_1d20+2 (Bulky Man's Headlock. Failure to dodge will lock Charabelle into a STR-based Grapple)

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Skinny Guy
Health: 31/100
Status: Dazed

Bulky Guy
Health: 100/100
Status: Punch

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