Avant

~ Valkyria Chronicles: Squad 11 ~

To see Mara Samaria show up at the second workshop, one might think she was a wholeheartedly fresh faced recruit. In truth, she had been preparing for this moment for half her life at this point. She kept her uniform extremely clean as a matter of pride, not because she had yet to get it dirty. She had already seen combat at the time that the Imperials overran Belisa, and she had even killed someone already, not that she had been able to get a proper count, given they were routed in short succession. Mara believed she was ready, or more importantly she wanted to believe she was ready. This was going to be her turning point, it was going to be the moment the name "Samaria" meant something in Gallia again. Whatever was going to happen during her service, she would not only overcome it, but rise above it.

She could not rise above anything for now, which became evident upon entering the workshop. As she made her way in, a soldier that caught sight of her scoffed loudly and started to speak. "Well damn, it looks like conscription's in full swing if they're letting scum back in the ranks, eh?" He spoke aloud to his nearby fellow. This was nothing Mara hadn't heard before, but it made her pause for a moment. She had half hoped nobody would recognise her in this unit, but it turned out that was a hope in vain. Putting it out of mind, Mara carried on with confidence into the building. The man had not had enough, and decided to follow Mara closely. "Hey, hey, don't bloody forget, alright?" He told her as he followed her. "Your scumbag dad ruined a lot of lives in this country's military. He stole from honest, hard working soldiers. He should have faced a firing squad, and you pillow-fed poncy-ass family should have starved on the streets. You got lucky when they let you people go live the quiet life in the country. But I'll always spit on you people." He followed up on this by spitting at her feet. Her continued movement saved her from actually getting spat on. "Don't you dare forget it." Mara had no idea what his plan was, but it seemed he gave up on harassing her when she neared others in the squad. It appeared that even a man so confident in the righteousness of his cause feared being seen to be a bully.

Joining a growing group of people, Mara decided to wait in silence for when they were all ready to get down to business. She had no desire to announce her presence. The last thing she wanted was to get recognised again. There would be plenty of time to make herself known in this group when they finally started to fight. It was on the battlefield that Mara wanted to make her name shake the world, and that was precisely where she was going to exert her greatest effort. Making small talk could come after she had proven her ability.

Boku No Hero Academia RP: New Horizons

I will join.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Joseph rolled his eyes as the hackneyed speech began. The administrator just had to have his moment to harp about how proud he was of his school and their teaching. At least they moved on to something slightly more interesting quickly. Joseph had not seen much of these movie machines in his time back home, so it was something to see them play a piece for them. His eyes quickly glazed over when he realised it was just another way for them to puff up their image. Truthfully, even his jaded heart felt something as he saw the scene that played out, but he quickly reminded himself that it was just how things worked. Stuff breaks, people die, tragedies occur. His dad told him he would see his fair share of dark stuff if he became a soldier, and Joseph had steeled himself for that reality before coming here. What ground his gears more than anything was that they were using this recording to make a point about their institute. Whatever their reasons, it just seemed wrong to him.

After the lobster finished speaking, it turned out it was time to eat. Now this was something Joseph could get behind. Less focus on puffing up their lofty goals, more focus on getting a good meal so they could get down to brass tacks. Once in the cafeteria, Joseph picked out a robust yet simple meal of meats and vegetables. A good solider needed an equally good meal to be effective. He was sitting down to chow down when he caught sight of some dog thing practically slamming his face into a pile of food. It was absurd enough to take his mind of his own food for a while. As disgusting as it was, Joseph couldn't help but laugh at the whole scene. The best part was yet to come, because some girl started to pet the dog. Joseph couldn't even stop laughing at this point. If this was an indication of how these people would be acting every day, Joseph was not going to be the least bit bored here. He was going to be well fed, well trained, and well entertained.

You're facing the Avatar above in a fight, what do you do?

Look, it's Batman!

*Stab while distracted*

You're facing the Avatar above in a fight, what do you do?

How does one fight a....weird clump of colours?

You're on a blind date with the avatar above you, what do?

Too small, not even sure if human. Rejected.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

What grinds my gears are minimum effort interest checks. Usually these are fandom ones, where they take a well known title and try to lure people in to make their RP for them.

For example;

TITLE: Naruto RP?

OP: So i felt liek making a naruto rp but i dont have any ideas for a plot pls help lol

They can be of varying quality, but they universally share the same premise of offering nothing but still expecting to build a community.

Children of The Abyss (Name still WIP)

I'm interested.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Joseph's trip to the Institute was uneventful and unexciting. Amidst all the people that were freaking out with enthusiasm over their little adventure, Joseph just saw this as a natural first step on the road to being a mean lean fighting machine. There wasn't anything to get worked up about, it was just business. He sat there on the train with a neutral, almost sour expression until they arrived at their new pad. He got off casually and just strode up and into the courtyard. He wasn't all that interested in looking at or talking to the random strangers around him. Most of these people he would probably never see again, so he would wait until he had a more concentrated group of people to choose from before making ventures into friendship.

He took a moment to take in the motto on the gate. It was about as sappily academic as he would have expected. Sure, they all believed they were working towards some notion of progress, but he imagined they all came out repeating the same junk that got shoved down their throats. If someone could read Joseph's mind right now, they would probably think he didn't even want to be here, but he certainly did. He just didn't believe this was some place of higher purpose. Everyone was here to either learn to be a killer or to make money off their talent. They should all just embrace it. He was the last person that would actually expect them to go ahead and be honest about the whole arrangement, of course. A man could dream. A man could also sit still and wait for the damn opening ceremony already.

~ Valkyria Chronicles: Squad 11 ~

@DeadDrop Not a bad CS, buddy.

Got one question; does his lowish looking intelligence bar mean he's actually kind of dense? Or have I misunderstood something?