AtomicNut

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

"MADRE DE DIOS!" Rickie exclaimed, before squinting at the nightmarish situation. Things were squirming. A giant dragon-monster-chicken thing erupted. And then something that could easily qualify as ancient fridge leftovers were crawling around. And incoming into Rickie, who was still levitating and flailing. He squinted slightly, at the creatures.

"None of you are Kirrian." He said, as an affirmation. But the remaining question was, what to do? Flee. No, Rickie wasn't the kind who fled. Gathering all his willpower he thought. Arcane words came into his head. He did only know some basic spells, namely levitation, fireball and a few others.

Levitation He snapped his fingers. Maybe I can use it with others? He said, as he began the chant, raising one of the undead, who then collided with another...sending them spinning together in a ball...

"hold on." Rickie grinned, as he then pushed momentum on the bundle...who then collided with other skeletons. "Oh it's like...bowling!" He grinned, he knew what to do next. He set his feet on top of the ball, and started flailing once more.

"KATAMARI. WEEEEE!" The fat mage exclaimed, not sure what he was trying to do anymore. But It was fun. And Awesome.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Frankly enough, I could see him easily hallucinating he's the main protagonist of an harem comedy series given the amount of drugs he had to be pumped enough. So anything you write works.@Raijinslayer

Plague of the North

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Yay, more people! I think we established earlier that we could use a tank/brute. But whatever you want is fine of course.

@Denalz

I was thinking either a barbarian or some sort of magic-user pariah. And the barbarian would be either a berserker, a skald... or a BEAR RIDER.

Plague of the North

Hey there, @Partisan suggested me to check this rp. So far so good! Is there room for more people? I am able to accomodate a variety of ideas to help rounding the team.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Sigma didn't say a thing as the lieutenant led her into her quarters. Probably a private talk. Sigma sighed, expecting as much. What she didn't expect was the freaking Banshee acting like if it was the lieutenant's flatmate. She stood there for a brief moment without answering anything, just watching the construct strut around with her mouth agape. She shook her head, obviously not really believing what she had seen.

"Am I seeing things...did that unit just-" Sigma managed to piece together in a sentence, before cutting herself short. Maybe she was just going crazy with the pressure. She decided to not pay much attention to it. Whatever it was the case, it was best for her sanity to not even dwell on that. She looked at the Lieutenant's invitation, sitting besides her. Her head then tilted abruptly, leaning on the Lieutenant's shoulder. It wasn't probably appropiate, but she craved for human contact after the ghastly incident with Lorenzo.

And then she collapsed in a blubbering mess against the liutenant's chest, crying openly as oppossed of containing her tears. She didn't care anymore if she was found out. She gripped her superior tightly, sobbing and trying to form words, only failing to do so. Sigma's meltdown went for a while, before she briskly and briefly pulled herself out of the Lieutenant's proximity, only to try and compose herself, a reddened embarrassment face forming.

And then, Sigma spoke. Her words were shaky, bereft of the gravity and seriousness of her previous statements. "What am I...? I am suppossed to be a doll made of Irina Spanova's flesh. I am suppossed to be like this. But I've hurt people. Even if I had to. I will betray people, and probably do many horrible things. And yet it's what I was created for... why does it hurt so much? Am I a failure? Am I a success? What am I?"

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Sigma watched as the swirls of blood and crud went drown the drain of the shower. She arched her back, feeling a slight shiver as a breeze of cold air interrupted momentarily the relentless downpour of steaming hot water. Muscles shifted in Sigma's lithe figure, which now, bare of all garments, was displaying quite a set of underlying scars and tightly-packed muscles. The body of a child. The body of a soldier.

And tears couldn't stop flowing either. Like flashes, the ghosts of that experience flayed her mind. Ian. Fucking Ian. Why was he so interested in baring his fangs. He never stood a chance. It was like a puppy trying to face off a bear. She gritted her teeth, tensing so stained. To think It would come a day that I thought Irina was soft in her handling. She scrubbed her hands. Lorenzo had ordered her... and by God, she had obeyed. She had dived firsthand in insanity and ruthlessness.

I'm a clone. And I'm turning like the original. It shouldn't surprise me. She added, while finally closing the water, sighing. She couldn't let the team know how much the damage was. She would only tell the neccessary to not have them suspicious, but she'd hold back the truth. It would break them more than what she was. They would feel betrayed by her. But what was needed in this war, was Victory, not doing the right thing. Nor make friends and acquaintances. Forgiveness would never be asked, and even if she were to be stabbed by her own team, it was all for the fate of mankind that hung in a delicate balance.

Sigma looked herself at the mirror. Truly a ghastly expression she had. She composed a slightly better, but grouchy face. I am after all, a puppet. A doll. Let the show commence. She added as she headed to get dressed up, each step taken with determination.

Should I bring the subject of Sachertorte? After all I have to pay my dues. The clone pilot thought to herself, as she flicked her hair away, revealing a single, Σ tattoo in the back of the neck. She then let a longing stare towards the shower.

Was this how your mind was broken, Beta? Sigma pondered as she marched on to get dressed, and do a briefing. But first, the meeting with the Liutenant.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

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...and that's petty. Iskander's first priority will be retrieving his swords as soon as he can.

Look, I think there's a severe miscommunication here. This isn't a matter of being right or wrong or correct or anything like that. The fact of the matter is that I have an issue with the way the game is currently being run. The disconnect that I am seeing here is that rather than trying to resolve the issue, you are telling me that I am wrong for having it. If you're trying to reason with me regarding this issue, I can't tell, because I'm getting more of a "sit down and shut up" than anything else. You may play a megalomaniac in the RP, but roleplaying is a collaborative process.

Lastly, just as a curiosity, is English your first language? Or are you writing on a mobile platform. Not to be rude.

@Dead Cruiser

Okay, dude, or gal, whatever. Don't go in there. Because if you do, I am having a issue in the way you are basically trying to defend an ass-pull that was not predictable whatsoever against the only person this rp whose word is ultimately is law. Are you even trying to communicate your concern, or are just you projecting a spat because your attempt at making some sort of Lemurian lore o vision was promptly truncated because it made no actual sense to anyone but you.?

The way I see it, an rp is supposed to be a place to have fun, not spats, and frankly, if you had dedicated half of the time you invested in replying back to Gnar's reasoning, which I support by the way, in asking for a workaround rather than demanding things, I am confident a better result would be achieved.

Even if rps are collaborative processes, the GM's word, by definition is the default stance and holds more power than the others. You cannot win a confrontational talk with it. Just. LET. IT. GO.

Of course if you still insist in talking back, I would like you to reconsider. There is always the option to leave and spare the rest of us this lengthy wall of text that is not going anywhere.

Have a good day.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Yeah, but its always best to be safe than sorry.

@GreenGoat

Safety margins do not have anything to do with exaggerating events.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Two burning trees can start a huge forest fire though.

@GreenGoat

Only if it's dry enough. It's not a 100% statistic.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

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They were PCs running from a large fire in the forest. The dirt road group is continuin without investigating.

Speaking of that group, should my next post be us arriving at the village? Just coming into view of the village?

@Skyrte

Two trees don't qualify as large forest fire.