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concussed-to-pieces · 4 years

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Hey Atlas! You talk a lot about DnD, I was wondering if you'd ever thought about what classes the Pedro characters would be if they were DnD characters?

So I spent. Wayyyyyy too much time on this. And I’ve probably missed some things D: But here you are my friend, the Pedros I’m familiar with as their DnD classes! Thank you so much for this ask, I had a lot of fun thinking these out. Enjoy!

[Also keep in mind that these are just my own opinions and reasonings, I’m certain someone has already done this way better and more in-depth!]

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels: Pure Gunslinger Frontiersman. Rodeo Star for proficiency in whips and lassos right out the gate? Yes please! For extra flavor flair, invest in the Magic Initiate feat and pick up the Lightning Lure cantrip! You'll be a highfalutin' son of a gun in no time at all. And if you use those Grit points right, you might even be able to wriggle your way out of a situation that would have killed you!

Din Djarin: Gunslinger Musketeer, with eventual multiclass into Oath of Redemption Paladin. Mandos are all about their guns, and this starting class is no exception. With Close Quarters Combatant to negate disadvantage on ranged weapons against enemies within five feet of you, as well as Renaissance Scholar in either Sport or Science, you're basically a Mando already. However, if we're trying to lean for the actual Djarin flavor, Oath of Redemption is a must! Tending to the Child has influenced his fighting style and slowly, that changes his whole approach to violence in general.

Ezra: Pure Rogue Swashbuckler, hands down. Just look at Rakish Audacity and Panache and you tell me that's not Ezra. This man would dump every ounce of his ASIs into his Charisma stat and never look back. Thanks to Expertise and Reliable Talent, your chances of failing ability checks are slim and none, while Sneak Attack gives you the edge you need on unsuspecting floaters (especially if you have Number Two at your side)!

Frankie "Catfish" Morales: Spell-less Ranger, Hunter Archetype. I had the hardest time with Frankie, he's difficult to lock down! I did eventually decide on the Spell-less Ranger, but Rogue Scout could also work quite well in my opinion. Now! Between Favored Enemy and Natural Explorer, you are well on your way to being Catfish. Land's Stride and Hide In Plain Sight will aid you in your clandestine endeavors to liberate ill-gotten gains. Later on, you'll have access to Escape The Horde, Volley and Evasion (the last one very useful for surviving crashes!). But the real cream of the crop comes in the form of those superiority dice! With a variety of Maneuvers from the Fighter class to choose from, Maneuvering Attack and Precision Attack have the most flavor capability. Now all you need is a helicopter and a well-worn baseball cap!

Max Phillips: Pure Warlock, Fiend Patron. Here is a man who has the grace of dark forces. Utilize Dark One's Blessing to mimic the benefits of bloodsucking, giving you temporary HP every time you slay an enemy. Lull the silly mortals into submission using the invocation Beguiling Influence, bending them to your every vampiric whim by way of Deception and Persuasion. Other excellent invocations for flavorful investment would be Tomb of Levistus and Shroud of Shadows. It's only a hostile takeover if you make it one, after all! (I didn't choose a Pact for this, as I feel like most of them would have their own flavorful applications.)

Oberyn Martell: Rogue Assassin, with eventual multiclass into Oath of Vengeance Paladin. Poisons, Dexterity and Charisma, this is Oberyn Martell! If you were to play like Oberyn, you could probably skip the paladin multiclass. But if you plan on playing as Oberyn, it is imperative! After you've honed your tendency for poisons, vengeance shall be yours. Choose the Great Weapon Fighting Style for you to wield your poisoned pike against your target with even greater accuracy! Relentless Avenger will keep the enemy at bay, while Uncanny Dodge and Evasion may assist in keeping you alive long enough to accomplish your sworn goal.

#Ask CTP Atlas #Dungeons And Dragons #pedro pascal characters

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antiquecompass · 5 years

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And it’s a double ficlet posting day today. Once again since setting all these ficlets in an AU ‘verse kind of steers away from some of the prompts, I’m not posting this one in the official Untamed Fest tag, but it is for Day Six: Quote.

“I can’t believe I’m actually getting to see a professional baseball game in person,” Zizhen said. He was decked out in Red Sox gear, from an obviously new ballcap on his head to the perfectly white Mookie Betts jersey on his back.

“How long have you been attending Lan Academy? And you never took one of the weekend trips to see a day-game?” Jingyi asked.

Zizhen shrugged. “You know my father doesn’t believe in frivolous things. He only let me go this time because Teacher Lan and Mr. Lan-Wei are taking us.” He looked around the ballpark. “Are we not in one of the boxes? Father always gets one of the boxes for sporting events.”

“Are we what?” Jingyi asked, pulling his battered cap further down over his eyes. “We’re here to see a game, Zizhen, not eat caviar or some shit.”

“Though if you do get overheated, the Jins have a suite that we can use,” Shizui said. “That’s where my parents are with our uncles, Auntie Yanli and all the little ones.”

“That means Jin Ling should meet up with us soon,” Jingyi said.

He slid into their usual seats along the third base line. Dad’s season tickets didn’t get as much use as they used to with all of them in Western Massachusetts these days, but the coming of summer meant entire months in Boston, and Sizhui couldn’t wait.

He loved Lan Academy. He loved the Cloud Recesses camp. But Boston would always be home and since Uncle Cheng had offered him and Jingyi summer jobs at Jiang Industries, Sizhui was glad to be back in his city. They’d be working in the mailroom and helping Miss Luo with whatever she needed, but it was job experience.

“I didn’t expect the seats to be so small,” Zizhen said as he gingerly sat down, trying not to spill his soda or drop his nachos.

“Fenway’s over a hundred years old,” Jingyi said. “There’s only so much they can do when it comes to renovations.”

“It’s about the experience,” Sizhui quickly explained before Jingyi started his baseball lecture. Sizhui actually loved listening to it, to see Jingyi be so passionate over something, but poor Zizhen wasn’t ready to hear that sort of devotional speech as he tried to fold his long legs, sit up straight, and put a napkin over his lap to not mess up his khakis.

They really should have given Zizhen a dress code. When Jingyi had seen the button-up shirt he’d worn, he’d immediately dragged him into the Team Store to buy a jersey.

“Shove over,” Jin Ling said, appearing in a worn pair of jeans and a faded Nomar Garciaparra shirt Sizhui was sure once belonged to Aunt Yanli.

“You’re small. Climb over,” Jingyi said.

Honestly, Jingyi deserved to have his hat knocked off his head for that, though Jin Ling did easily climb over him to plop down on Zizhen’s other side.

“Are those?” Jin Ling looked up at Zizhen then leaned over to look at Jingyi. “Is he wearing khakis?”

“They’re dockers,” Zizhen said. “They’re casual. I went to a department store and bought them myself.”

“And boat shoes?” Jin Ling asked.

“Stop,” Sizhui said. “We don’t all fall into your and Jingyi’s sneaker obsession.” He glanced down at Zizhen’s navy blue cloth shoes. “I like Zizhen’s shoes. I’m sure they’re comfortable, and if something spills on them he won’t immediately be yelling about needing to go clean his shoes.”

“That was one time,” Jingyi said.

“We were in the middle of a date,” Sizhui replied. “At a fairground. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I didn’t expect that much mud!”

“It’s called a weather app,” Jin Ling said. He stole one of Zizhen’s nachos and slid back into his seat. “Now shut up and let’s watch the game.”

**********

By the seventh-inning stretch, the warmer weather was finally starting to get to Sizhui. Zizhen’s enthusiasm had definitely died down, but he was still into the game. Even Jin Ling had started to look deflated. Jingyi would sleep out on the mound if he was given the choice, grass stains and heat stroke be damned, so Sizhui tugged on his hand to get his attention.

“Box time?” Jingyi asked.

Sizhui nodded, digging into his bag to pull out their suite tickets.

“Oh, good,” Zizhen said. “I’ve needed the restroom for three hours, but I was afraid I’d get lost.”

“Dude, just ask next time. We’ll buddy system it,” Jin Ling said.

The suite was up an elevator and on the first base line, so they gave Zizhen a small tour of the park, quieter now than when they entered. They also got him to a much needed bathroom. As they finally reached the suites, Sizhui was pleased to hear that their family’s wasn’t the loudest one there. When Dad, Uncle Cheng, and all the younger cousins got together, the noise level tended to be ear-shattering.

“Holy shit,” Jingyi said, right before they approached the suite. He grabbed Sizhui and pulled him back, Zizhen and Jin Ling stumbling after them.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Jin Ling asked.

“Look,” Jingyi pointed to two figures down the hall.

Papa and Mr. Keller.

That wouldn’t end well.

Jacob Keller had decided, sometime in eighth grade, that Sizhui was his mortal enemy. He’d done his level best to try and make Sizhui’s life hell, but since Sizhui refused to react in the way he knew Jacob wanted, he’d started escalating things last year. An incident in the chem lab that could’ve resulted in serious injury was the final straw. Jacob had been on probation ever since, and recently had started the downslide towards academic probation as well.

Honestly, out of all classes to try and plagiarize a paper in, Sizhui couldn’t even imagine the lack of thought--and arrogance--it took to plagiarize a paper in one of his father’s courses.

On Bernini of all people.

Using the Wikipedia entry and claiming it as original.

“Who is that?” Dad asked, one of the younger cousins hanging off his side and a stick of cotton candy in the other.

He smiled as they all yelped.

“Are you boys up to mischief? Let me in on it. They’re being boring adults in here.”

Jin Ling grabbed his sister and walked into the suite. “She’s too young to hear any of this,” he explained. “Zizhen, come on. Let’s get you and your precious boat shoes into safety.”

“That’s Mr. Keller,” Zizhen hissed.

“I know,” Jin Ling said.

“Who is Mr. Keller?” Dad asked.

“Jacob Keller’s dad,” Jingyi said. “He’s an asshole.”

“Jacob or his dad?”

“From the looks of it, both,” Uncle Cheng said, both him and Uncle Xichen leaning out of the suite to see what the problem was.

All of them froze as Mr. Keller grabbed Papa’s arm.

“Does that man want to die?” Uncle Zuxian asked.

Papa pulled his arm away without a word and walked towards them.

“Hey, you!” Mr. Keller yelled after him. “I’m not done talking to you.”

Papa stilled and turned around. “You are not qualified to speak to me.”

“Excuse me?” Mr. Keller asked.

“Mr. Keller, unless you’ve suddenly obtained degrees in Art History and Secondary Education, you are not qualified to speak to me about my grading system. And in regards to giving my son unfair treatment, I would argue that I grade both my son, and my younger cousin, harsher than other students since I am well aware of their capabilities. Perhaps if you had more concern over your son’s lack of dedication to his schoolwork, you wouldn’t have to accost his teachers on their private time. Your son has already had one hearing regarding the Honor Code after his plagiarism incident. Your actions in this moment are not aiding his cause.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“As the Headmaster is standing not even fifteen feet away from you, I shall leave that matter in his capable hands.”

Uncle Cheng took Uncle Xichen’s plate and patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, Law of Averages. It was about time for your job to interrupt our dates.”

Uncle Xichen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m getting exceedingly tired of the Keller family,” he muttered. He put on his best professional smile as he walked towards Papa and Mr. Keller.

“Mr. Keller, as I’m sure you know from the many letters I have personal typed and sent to your address, to the emails I have also copied both you and your wife on, we have a strict standard of conduct at Lan Academy. This not only extends to our students, but our staff, and I find your unfounded accusations towards one of our most highly decorated teachers an insult not only to me, my family, and my school, but also the honor that Lan Academy prides itself on. Perhaps it was wrong of me to argue for such leniency in young Mr. Keller’s case. Any other school would have expelled him by now, but it is the very teacher you accuse, and one of the students you have insulted, who argued to the Board for your son to stay on at Lan Academy on a probationary basis. I cannot rescind such a decision without a member of the Board present, but know that I will be making inquiries once school resumes on Monday.”

“A member of the Board is present,” Uncle Zixuan said. “And he recommends that perhaps Mr. Keller should find another educational institution for his son’s senior year. Let him finish this year, it’s almost over, but only so many chances can be given.”

Uncle Zixuan stood with his back ramrod straight, all the arrogance Dad and Uncle Cheng had ever accused him of on his face.

“I can’t imagine how you would ever think it appropriate to air your grievances to a teacher on their private time. The syllabus is sent to you in paper and email form with all the contact information provided. There are teacher conferences once a quarter. Mr. Lan even keeps later office hours after the school day has ended for parents to come by if they make an appointment, knowing full well that some parents have to travel hours to reach the school. Mr. Keller, I am sorry to say you have made an unfortunate decision today.”

“He came here to threaten him,” Dad said, not even bothering to give Mr. Keller a glance. “Grabbing someone like that? Did you think you could shake a Lan’s arm and they’d give in to you?” Dad laughed. “It’s like a fly trying to shake an elephant.”

Mr. Keller narrowed his eyes, but some common sense his son lacked cleared his head.

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers,” he spat.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be hearing from ours first,” Uncle Zixuan said. He waved his hand at a set of security officers. “These officers will see you out now. I hope you enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

“Uncle Peacock for the smackdown,” Jingyi said. “At least Jin Ling comes by it honestly.”

#long post #my ridic writing #fandom: the untamed #verse: lahl #fic: tales from lan academy #day six

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