"Now that was refreshing." Barry says, walking out the bathroom in his pajamas consisting of a plain white shirt and shorts.
"Hmm, do you think I should go for a balance build or just straight up send it with sheer brute force?" I ask Barry looking at the window with the word evolve on it.
"I mean I don't think it will matters that much, huntsman are jacks of all trades man not to mention how they design their teams for all sorts of scenarios, I think it's just the matter of which form is more intimidating to make them slip up easier during combat." Barry states his opinion while drying his hair.
"I mean when you put it like that it sounds kind of impractical, like games especially say that skins don't bring any tactical advantages whatsoever unless you're a sweaty prick who abuses the smallest details…Then again this isn't a game so why not?" I say as I click on the window.
Evolve:
-Phantom: A superior version of the geist. You gain the ability to become intangible, possession of inanimate objects and could gain the ability to possess living beings if you fully explore this form's potential. However, you are extremely fragile while exposed (not possessing something).
-Tomb lurker: The predecessor of deathstalkers. You gain geo vision, being able to spot enemies by the mere sound of their footsteps and venomous blood. However, you're slow, bulky and enemies can easily spot you from a distance.
-Siren: A unique nocturnal Grimm that has long since gone extinct. Your vision is extremely poor (can't see past 4m) and you have to rely on echo location. You have the ability to summon Grimms to your side with your screech but it takes channeling. You're not versatile, entirely dependent on your screams.
"Well damn the choices are kinda shitty." I remark.
"What are the options, surely it can't be that bad." Barry asks.
"So it's basically ghost, scorpion or a glorified megaphone." I answer.
"Yikes…well hearing that you're definitely going to choose ghost right? Why not the other 2 though, they both have their own forte." Barry further inquires.
"One, I DO NOT want to experience what it's like to have 8 legs and eyes with a fucking stinger. It'd take weeks for me to know how to properly walk/run in that form let alone fighting. And then there's the siren, do you want to go deaf every time we fight and possibly attract the attention of any other huntsman within the area." I list off the cons to him as Barry simply shrugs and hit the hay.
"Hey Barry are these rooms soundproof?" I ask, about to hit the button.
"Yeah I think so, why? He asks me back not even bothering to get up.
"Because this transformation shit hurts like a motherfucker and I don't want to wake the whole neighborhood" I answer, closing and quickly pressing the button to get the awful experience over with…only to find another window has popped up.
Would User want changes to be gradual or instant? Gradual offers comfort over efficiency and instant is the opposite.
So you're telling me I had a choice in whether or not I have a fucking seizure on that last transformation? Why the fuck does the system only mention that NOW! Oh whatever I'm already dead tired. I hit gradual and plops down on my bed, drifting off. The last thing I notice before unconsciousness takes me was how the kitchen seems to have some stains in it. Did the beowolfs do something in there?
{Little Ivywood police station}
"Oh gods, who could've done such a thing?" A senior police officer struggles to hold his lunch in as he views a recent assault case.
"Hey, what you got there pal?" Came a sing-song voice from behind the officer greatly startling him. Turning around, he finds a girl in her 20s with short dark brown hair in uniform with her own custom black rim sunglasses. The girl in question was Mocha Adel, a new cadet from Vacuo.
"Darn it Mocha, stop scaring me like that! You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days." He scolds her, Mocha promptly ignores his words as she was intrigued in what he was reading.
"Whatever William, you fought Grimm before and that hadn't killed you, what would a little harmless fun possibly do?" She teases.
"Sometimes I wish they had killed me so I wouldn't be stuck here training someone like you." William mutters under his breath.
"I'll take that as a compliment, what are you looking at?" Mocha asks, pointing to the file in his hand.
"Oh you mean this file? Do you know the local café run by Matt Marigold?" William asks.
"Know it? I'm practically their best customer, place knows how to get the coffee just right." Mocha answers.
"Well there has recently been an assault there with 4 victims." William says.
"Say no more, whose knee caps do I have to break for messing with my favorite joint?" Mocha says cracking her knuckles terrifying some nearby office jockeys with her murderous aura. William however was unfazed by it since he has seen more than enough of her shenanigans.
"No no you got it wrong, it actually says here that the café is the one being prosecuted for assault." William says handing her the file.
"Damn, I didn't think old Matt would actually lash out like that. What did they do to piss the gentle giant off?" Mocha asks, looking through the extensive injuries which honestly quite scared her seeing how severe they are.
"That's the thing, the incident supposedly happened in broad daylight but none of our witnesses are willing to say anything. All they mentioned were the café new employees and that we should ask them." William says exasperatedly.
"Then why haven't we talked to them." Mocha asks setting the file down.
"We're getting there, we only recently managed to find their address at the apartment next to the library." William answers.
"Hmm, I'm bored, might as well look into this case." Mocha says while abruptly walking away causing William to panic.
"GODDAMNIT MOCHA OUR PRECINCT CAN'T HANDLE ANOTHER SUE!" William screams for her to stop.
"NOT MY FAULT THOSE PERVERTS TRIED TO GROPE ME!" Mocha shouts back, already gone from the office.
"*sigh* I'm too old for this shit, someone calls an ambulance on standby near the library." William orders as he looks back at the last case Mocha "handled". It was just a simple theft and all she had to do was question a witness. Said witness happened to be in a club and on her way to him, a couple of drunks decided to grope her. It took half the monthly budget to cover the repair cost and the owner didn't press the case because he was scared shitless of her. At least the whole ordeal managed to make the witness spill everything so the higher-ups didn't say much.
{With Onyx}
YOU WAKE UP FEELING WELL RESTED, HP AND AP FULLY RESTORED.
Weird, why do I feel cold at the moment? I got up from my coffin and see that Barry was still sleeping in. The clock says 11am at the moment, guess that fight really took a toll on us. I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up and the moment I look upon the mirror I could already see the visible changes from the transformation.
I've now gained a more humanoid form standing at 2m with less to no armor. The only bone plates I could see were several pieces located on my ribs, neck, shoulders and on my hands. No wonder the system said I'd be fragile, I'm practically defenseless without my gear. I also notice that I seem to only have one eye like a geist though it doesn't feel much different from before. I wonder how this affected my stats though.
Onyx
Title: Foolhardy, Onii chan
Level 25
Race: Grimm – Phantom
Exp: 8442/10000
Hp: 1300/ 1300(+1.5/min)
AP: 1000/1000 (+0.75/min)
Atk - 67 (+112) = 179
Def - 33 (+27)= 60
Str - 70
End - 32
Vit - 34
Dex - 63
Int - 17
Wis – 17
Luck - 17
Points – 0
Lien – 4967
Essence points – 112
Apparently I have jacked Dex and Str but extremely shitty Vit and End which is why I had to spend all 10 points on Vit to drag it up above 30. I'm going to need better armor at this rate.
"Onyx, are you in there?" Barry asks from outside the bathroom.
"Yeah I'm just checking my new form out." I answer as I get out of the bathroom to show Barry.
"Not bad, you can practically blend in anywhere if you have a cloak now. You test that object possession ability yet?" Barry asks after quickly sizing me up.
"Nah I just woke up 5 minutes ago, there were also those 2 items from the fight that we didn't check." I note, taking out said items from my inventory before quickly observing them.
Amulet of stalwartness: The spirit of the wilds has blessed this charm. User gains +10 Def and ownership of the familiar Misha the Ursa.
Flesh Ripper: A weapon made solely for the purpose of carnage. User gains +43 Atk, a speed boost after every hits made with this weapon as well as each hits will absorb 15% of the damage dealt and convert it to healing.
"Hey Barry, catch." I say as I toss the chain to him.
"Neat, what does it do?" Barry asks, twirling it around.
"Speed boost after hits and 15% life steal. Also can you step back a little bit, I have something I want to try." I ask him to which Barry backs up against the wall. Grasping the amulet in my hand, I channel some AP into it as well as mentally calling Misha to come forth. It wasn't long before a small black portal manifests and out comes an ursa only that this one has an…ushanka? Is that a hammer and sickle mark on its mask too!
"Hey Onyx, is this what I think it is?" Barry asks pointing to the ushanka.
"A communist bear?" I reply.
"Pretty much, there's only one thing left to confirm it though." Barry says before squatting to the ground. I'd say I'm surprised but deep down I already knew what would happen as Misha squats in the same pose as well.
"We shall reunite the Soviet Union comrades." I joke before squatting as well.
"All we need now is a crap load of Vodka-*Ding* Is someone at the door?" Barry asks.
"Why don't you get it Barry, I still have to put on my armor. Come on Misha, back into the amulet and beowolfs tuck yourselves into the coffin please." I order while collecting my clothes from the dryer.
"Hello can I help you miss…" I hear Barry says.
"Are you the new employees from the local café?" A new voice asks which sound uncannily familiar to me with how sassy it is.
"Uh yeah that's me, my coworker is currently getting changed. Who are you again?" Barry asks.
"Junior officer Mocha Adel, I'm here to question you on the assault of 4 clients during your work hours." Oh shit, I didn't foresee the police actually getting involved with how useless they seemed in the show. Then again that was Vale, maybe it was just them that was incompetent…WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE! ADEL?
I quietly slide the bathroom door open to sneak a peek and sure enough at the front door was an almost exact copy of the leader of CFVY. Only this one isn't a fashionista but a police officer with a uniform that highlights those sweet cur-WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN NOT NOW! I close the door and recompose myself because I think my own emotions are starting to rile up the beowolfs and there's nowhere in hell I can bullshit my way out if she sees them. Okay it's just a normal interrogation, no need to panic, Ruby had it easy so it shouldn't be that bad right?
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and this time I actually exit it to greet our guest. I can already notice how her eyes glue themselves to me the moment I step out. I really need to get a more inconspicuous outfit that doesn't scream I'm Ezio.
"Well you must be his coworker, name's Mocha Adel and I believe you boys haven't introduced yourselves yet." She says.
"Ah well I'm Barry, Barry Blue. And that over there is Onyx, no last name." Barry introduce us and I give a small wave.
"No last name, mysterious, I like it. I'm going to need you two to go to the precinct for questioning." Mocha beckons.
"Alright, we'll come right away." Barry says as we all exit the apartment with me being last to lock the door.
The ride towards the precinct is quite short as this is a small town and I gotta say Coco's sister acts like Yang but at the same time is way different than Yang. She's dynamic and got outgoing though not quite as short-tempered. And I could appreciate her taste for music as we listen to some classical songs on our way there that quite resemble Beethoven's work. And now Mocha is sitting opposite of Barry and I in a standard dark room for questioning with a her colleague who is trying and failing to play the bad cop.
"DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!" He yells while slamming the table. Honestly it's painful to watch this poor sod trying to be intimidating with a baby face and a total lack of muscle. Both Barry and I can feel Mocha cringing next to him, trying her best not to openly laugh at him.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE INNOCENT AFTER WHAT HEINOUS CRIME YOU DID! 28 STAB W-oh wait wrong case *ahem* BONE FRACTURES." And that was the final straw as Mocha collapses from her chair laughing her ass off as her partner slump dejectedly on the table.
"You done yet pal?" Barry asks.
"Y-yeah, I'm really not cut out for this kind of work." He replies sadly.
"So how goes the investigation?" A bald man with a moustache that would give Port a run for his money asks, walking into the room.
"We have only just started and Kevin just finished his horrible bad cop impression." Mocha says earning a pout from said man.
"Damn I missed that, Oh where are my manners. I'm senior officer William Brown and Mocha's mentor at the moment no matter how much I hate that." He says as Kevin gets up and leave letting him take his place.
"Oh hush, I'm not that bad." Mocha says sitting back down.
"Normally I'd argue but I've already had enough of your nonsense for one month so no comments. Anyway, can you two tell me exactly what happened yesterday at the café?" William asks us.
"Well we have just applied and gotten our jobs yesterday. So we were doing our shifts normally until a group of assholes no actually degenerates fits better, walks into our establishment and causes trouble. So we took it personally to punish them accordingly." Barry explains.
"Well I don't know what's your definition of accordingly but out of 4 victims, 1 of them has to eat out of a tube for the next 2 months, 2 of them has shown severe symptoms of mental trauma and the last guy is in a coma for an unforeseeable amount of time." William lists off as he puts their medical records on the table.
"In my defense, what they did was unforgiveable and justified our actions." Barry objects.
"Oh and pray tell what did they do?" William asks, leaning closer.
"They thought it was okay to insult and hit a faunus child." Barry answers.
"Welp, case is dropped then." William shrugs while tearing the case's file in half surprising both me and Barry though Mocha didn't react at all.
"Huh? That easy?" Barry voices his confusion.
"You see Mr Barry, while our town doesn't punish racism and bigotry that harshly with the worst case being a long time doing community service…We DO NOT tolerate child abuse by any means." William says with venom in his words.
"Hmm actually pops, I think I've found a solution to our little problem." Mocha says to William.
"Oh hell no Mocha, I'm not agreeing to that!" William shouts while repeatedly shaking his head.
"Come on, we don't have much time left until the assignment and those two perfectly fit the bill." Mocha says pointing to us. Nani? Fit the bill for what?
"I suppose you have a point…*turns to us* How would you boys want to accompany miss Mocha here on an upcoming assignment, of course there'd be payments for your hard work." William offers. This is awfully similar to Ozpin though I admit I wouldn't mind another quest with my EXP bar requiring ten times more the amount than before.
"What do you say Barry?" I ask only to be met with silence. By this time, Mocha and William have also noticed how quiet Barry is at the moment and was starting to grow concerned for him. I gently tap him on the shoulder only for him to spring like a jack in a box yelling like a mad man.
"YES! YES! YES!" Barry screams like someone has just proposed to him. He promptly notices what he just did and sits down while sheepishly scratching his head.
"Hehe, sorry for that. I've always dreamt of doing police work when I was little." Barry apologizes.
"Well I guess my work here is done, miss Mocha will brief you on the mission and I wish you all the best of luck." William says as he exits the room.
"Alright so basically, rumors have it that the Tunnel Snakes are secretly operating in Little Ivywood and our job is to find their base of operations and shut it down." Mocha says, putting more file on the table. The first one is their gang symbol being a green viper and the second one shows some of the gang members wearing greaser jacket with the symbol embroidered on their backs.
"Sounds like a bunch of nasty folks, what are they wanted for?" Barry asks.
"Smuggling of illegal goods and firearms, these slippery bastards have been evading the authority for years out here. We have only recently managed to discover one of their bases near Mantle but they'll never go down if we don't take their leader which we have no leads whatsoever." Mocha sighs.
"Alright give us some time to prepare then we rendezvous at the police station right?" Barry asks.
"Okay, remember that we're going on a stakeout, your friend armor is going to scare our suspects off, try finding something more inconspicuous." Mocha waves us goodbye as we exit the building.
"I think I can dig up something from the store, do you want anything specific?" I ask Barry as we walk into an empty alley.
"Hmm, what about matching trench coat like those 90s detectives used to wear?" Barry suggests.
I thought about it for a moment and decides to go with black trench coats with matching fedoras as well. I'd buy each of us a tommy gun but I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to kill anybody. Oh wait, that could work.
Checkout
2 Black fedoras – 28 Lien
2 Black trench coats – 80 Lien
2 Bush (consumable) – 200 Lien
Lien: 4967-308 = 4659
I hand the newly purchased apparel to Barry as we both change into our respective trench coat and donning our fedoras. I then hand him a small floating bush while keeping my own in a coat pocket.
"Bro did you just buy some kind of weed to use as bait?" Barry asks me incredulously .
"No it's not pot you dumbass, it's a consumable to disguise you as a bush, when the time comes just crush it in your palm and bam you're a bush." I explain.
We then return to the police station to meet up with Mocha who was in the parking lot putting a taser into the glove box of her car. She takes a look at us and must have not recognized us both as she starts to give one hell of a glare.
"Oh great what do you sleazy inspectors pricks want now? I already left my weapon in my locker for this piece of shit taser and I'd be damned before I let you assholes take her away from me." Mocha hisses.
"Umm Mocha, it's us. What are you talking about?" Barry asks while pulling his fedora off.
"Oh it's you guys. I thought you were those federal inspectors douches that keeps ruining my fun. They forced me to leave my weapon back at the precinct for that non-lethal joy buzzer you just saw. By the way, where the heck did you get those clothes?" Mocha asks.
"We have our own sources for special occasions." Barry replies smoothly.
"Remind me to go shopping with you, those don't look half bad. Anyway, hop in, we have a lead on where some of their members may be hanging out and I'll drive us there."
[New Quest]
Tunnel Snakes don't rule
Description: A gang of smugglers have been spotted in the vicinity and maybe now your useless ass will be of use to the community for once in your miserable life.
Objective:
-Foil the Tunnel Snakes' plan
Bonus Objective:
-?
Reward: 5000 EXP, 3000 Lien
Bonus Reward: ?
Seriously, why the fuck does my system has so much distaste for me?
You know I should've guessed that we'd be here of all places. After driving around the block for a few minutes, Mocha pulls into a vacant parking lot across our destination, a classic diner with those creepy waitresses who somehow always have a filled coffee pot in their hands.
"Here, take this and look if you can find someone suspicious." Mocha says, handing me some binoculars. I put it to my eyes only to see nothing…oh right I have one eye now. I move the right tube to my eye and begin scanning the customers eating there. An old couple eating soup, nothing there, some guy sipping his coffee while reading a newspaper…Aha bingo, I finally find our man of the hour. Average build Caucasian in his thirties with a greaser haircut that seems to be covered in hair gel, the classic hooligan look. Though he doesn't have his jacket which is understandable since he's in public, it doesn't help that he seems to be writing something secret on a small note while glancing around suspiciously.
"Hey Barry, we got our guy, over there by table number 6." I point out to Barry.
"Hey Boss, does that guy looks suspicious to you?" Barry says giving the binoculars back to Mocha.
"You're right, let's wait for him to leave and we'll tail him then." Mocha instructs while continuing to observe our suspect. It takes 15 minutes for him to finish his burger before he drives off in a red convertible. Eventually, our suspect destination was the outskirts of town as he starts walking into the woods.
"According to our map he's headed to an abandoned water mill, prefect place to stash contrabands, you boys have any ideas on how to approach them?" Mocha asks, stopping the car.
"Hell yeah we do! Can you stay behind and call for backup, we'll scout out the place." Mocha gives us the go ahead and we make our way out of sight before using the bush to camouflage ourselves. Sneaking ahead, our objective was in sight, a large group of tunnel snakes members are seen entering the abandoned water mill with 2 grunts standing guard outside.
"Hey Barry let's sneak up on the guys and we can start fucking with them if you know what I mean." Barry gives me a silent thumb up before we quietly approach the duo.
"All I'm saying is you can't put anything between 2 pieces of bread and call it a sandwich." Grunt 1 argues.
"Bullshit! Of course you can, a hotdog is basically a goddamn sausage sandwich." Grunt 2 argues.
"The fuck, doesn't that mean a loaf of bread is a bread sandwich?" Grunt 1 argues back.
"Technically yes but you wouldn't eat it all alone like that, how you hold it matters." Grunt 2 argues further.
"You can't put raw beef between 2 pieces of bread and call it a raw beef sandwich." Grunt 1 shouts.
"Well what the fuck would you call it then?" Grunt 2 yells.
"Disgusting, that's what. *crack* Who's there!" They both turn around and look at 2 definitely not suspicious bush that were totally there before. There are clearly not 2 men dressed in full black hiding in said bush that has just stepped on some branches 3 seconds ago.
"Must've been the wind." The 2 grunts mutter at the same time before turning around.
Taking a few more steps, Barry is now directly behind grunt 1.
"Your mom is a hoe." He whispers.
"THE FUCK YOU SAID ABOUT MY MOMMA!" Grunt 1 accuses grunt 2.
"Hey man what the hel-" Grunt 2 didn't get to finish his sentence as grunt 1 lunges at him and the 2 starts roughhousing on the ground as Barry and I slip off to the entrance. We ditch our bushes and begin tiptoeing while avoiding creaky floor boards. Inside the main room we were able to spot 8 more grunts stacking crates of what I presume to be contrabands and it didn't take long to locate their boss wearing a golden jacket with chains. He has a small layer of scales around his neck, must be some sort of reptile faunus.
Andy Anaconda
Hp – 350/350
AP – 3100/3100
Atk – 106/160
Def – 65
Str - 36
End - 30
Vit - 32
Dex - 16
Int - 15
Wis - 10
Luck – 10
"Come on chop chop! We have a schedule to keep folks." Andy barks at his goons.
"Alright Barry, I'm going to attract the goons attention and deal with them, you sneak around outside and take out the head honcho in the midst of battle." I say to Barry while motioning a hole in the roof.
"Alright but just to make sure that I hit my mark, remember to give some kind of signal when the time is right." Barry reminds me before hopping out of a window. Hmm, I can't use Lunar Fang yet since I doubt the goons would have any aura and I might end up accidentally killing someone. My knives got eaten by that abomination yesterday too. Wait a minute I'm a phantom now, what am I doing? I focus my will and soon I become intangible and fall through the floor, I make a rough estimate of where the goons are keeping the crate and popping through there turning tangible again. *thunk*
"Hey did you guys hear that?" A grunt asks.
"Hear wha- *knock* *knock*" Another grunt was cut off as I knock from the inside of the crate half filled with silver bars. I can practically feel their anxiety climaxing as one of them begins to slowly remove the lid. It's showtime. Before the grunt could react to my presence, I sock him straight into the face flying into the wall and out for the count. Panic briefly fills the remaining goons before they brandish their own melee weapons varying from pocket knives to baseball bats. Let's even the odds shall we Misha?
Much to the horror and shock of the remaining foes, an ursa materializes right in front of a grunt just as he was about to charge and slams him straight into the ground. From there Misha makes quick work of the other minions by absolutely beating them to a pulp. I did say non-lethal but I didn't say anything about police brutality. *BANG*.
You suffered a hit (160-70) x 1.5 = 135 DMG
"I don't know who the fuck you are but you're damn wrong if you think you can screw with the Tunnel Snakes and get away with it." Andy says while holding a smoking desert eagle. Oh if only you know how fucked you are boy.
"NOW BARRY!" I give the signal as the ceiling caves in on cue. There, Barry comes barreling down using his chain to hook onto the rafters, delivering a nasty kick to Andy's chest.
Successful Hit on Andy Anaconda 200 DMG (2900/3100)
The man went flying into a stack of crates kicking up clouds of dust while Barry lands next to me. "Did I miss anything much?" Barry asks me.
"Nah you're just in time for the boss fight, Misha already destroyed the grunts over there." I point back to the pile of bodies that each of them positively has fractured bones while Misha proceeds to kazotsky kick away without a care in the world.
*RAARRGHH!* Andy comes dashing out of the debris swinging a katana wildly only to be quite literally show down as I unload a full clip of Lunar Fang into his knees.
Successful Hits x8 on Andy Anaconda (179 X 8) 1432 DMG (1468/3100)
"Oh what's the matter? Are you salty you casul?" Barry mocks Andy as he verbally hisses at us.
"DIE!" Andy screeches while throwing a snake made of aura at Barry? That must be his semblance. Barry just laughs at the futile attack since Andy was disoriented so the snake ended up latching onto me. Its fangs were so dull that it didn't even pierce my Def and since I'm a Grimm, whatever venom that thing carries has no effects on me whatsoever. With the little pest still biting down my arm, I find a wooden beam nearby and begin slamming my wrist repeatedly into it before eventually the snake dies off and dissipates, looks like Andy is starting to piss his pants. Time to wrap this up, everybody get up it's time to slam now. COME ON AND SLAM.
A large shadow was cast over Andy as the man looks up in confusion only to see his life flashes before his eyes as he saw Misha comes crashing down for a ground shattering punch. *BOOM* A crater forms from the powerful impact as Misha walks away with some of Andy's teeth stuck in its knuckles.
"Holy shit I didn't know he could do THAT." Barry exclaims in shock.
"Yea, me neither." I answer before giving the ursa some tummy rubs.
KNOCKOUT! Andy Anaconda Annihilated.
Onyx Gained 600 EXP
Barry Gained 600 EXP
[Quest completed]
Tunnel Snakes don't rule
Description: A gang of smugglers have been spotted in the vicinity and maybe now your useless ass will be of use to the community for once in your miserable life.
Objective:
-Foil the Tunnel Snakes' plan
Bonus Objective:
-Defeat Andy Anaconda
Reward: 5000 EXP, 3000 Lien
Bonus Reward: Title: Bounty hunter (Deals +50 DMG per hit against wanted criminals)
Police sirens then surround the building as we look outside to see Mocha has arrived with reinforcements. Misha comes into the amulet as Barry and I start gathering all the smuggled goods. I wonder if we get paid extra for taking down Andy.
Author's notes: I know I know, I'm late but better late than never. Let me know if the dankness is enough as it is or if I need to stuff more references in there. Oh and my Mocha Adel is inspired by the one from Remnants Of Another World, I suggest you guys give it a read, a great story though quite depressing at times. Next chapter will be a revisit to the world of Bloodborne to finish off the moon presence for good.
-Aadarm from chapter 4: think of the crafting as like a crafting table in minecraft, Onyx doesn't really make it himself, he just gathers the materials in one place and the System processes those materials for him. As for how he can make stew, stew is like one of the most basic dish out there next to omelets so i don't think anybody should have problems making some unless they have never touched a kitchen before.
-Georege from chapter 11: As mentioned in the author notes above, yes they will be back into bloodborne soon for more boss fights.
-Guest from chapter 11: True but this is taking place after her fight with Tock and her identity was known when she had to get her prosthetic eyes.