Experiment 249

Log Horizon: North Wen Alliance

@caliban22
He's accepted as is now, I trust you can play him as not an asshole so you're good.

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So hesitant accepted, hop in the discord and the CS tab!

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@caliban22
Your CS is fine, only concern is how lone wolfy he seems

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Parks, Level 90 Elf Summoner, Neon Colossus

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Upon feeling his hair being brushed he tossed his head forward to try and shake whoever it was off. He reached up and grabbed the wrist of the culprit before he even heard her speak. He smiled, parting his lips to begin a long winded disciplinary speech but was cut off by Relka announcing her presence with her usual shit. He sunk back into the chair as she mocked his height but decided to play around a bit with it. In one graceful motion he maneuvered his legs from under himself back into a crossed position and then stood while spinning to now loom over the assassin. He was a good half foot taller at least and bent over to rest his elbows on the chair back leaving his hot chocolate completely unguarded.

”Oh you didn’t hear? I’m a solid 6’4 now, and you seem like the short one from up here, little Assassin. Probably a good thing for all that sneaking around you have to do. We cannot all be gifted in soaking up attention for being so wondrous.” He chuckled, patting her head and then aggressively rubbing her hair. It was at this moment the food came out and an old dwarf approached, accusing him of being a child and in the wrong chair. ”Oh, I’m so sorry, I figured it was a free for all as it should be. I’ll deal with Mamafang as she comes and... Who drank my. MMMMM Hello Chopper I see you’re still just as evil as I remember.” He spoke with his butt still facing the table.

He turned back to Relka and pat her head then cheek before standing up, now just his hands resting on the back of the chair so she was at chest level with him.

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Ragar, Level 92 Wolf Fang Guardian, Knights of Bahamut

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”I impede those who step out of line, Cassio. I don’t care what they think because they don’t care what others lose when they go to the cathedral. I didn’t think you’d have such sympathy for them, you seemed like a good man.” Ragar practically hissed the words at the sword smith. He was not a man to take any criticism or critique. He was a man of action and idealism without a hint of rationality left. The stoic man then simply shot a glared over at Relka. She had not broken any of the laws his guild upheld and therefore he had no reason to hate her other than her constant pestering. He pulled a chair out and sat the criminal down. A further view of his stats revealed his name, or at least username, was Craxis. He was a level 65 pirate and in no guilds with the armorsmith subclass. Ragar was swift to move in and sit uncomfortably close next to him and eager to start this meeting. He filled up his plate with food and pounded on the table.

”Lets skip this bullshit, we have issues to talk about, hmm? Parks organized this meeting but I called it and I don’t want any interruptions. PK’s are high, and I didn’t bring this man just to show off a criminal. Even our CRIMINALS are having problems. We’ve got a near army of monsters just outside the city, player killings in front of that, and people don’t enjoy the new laws we’ve got. I expect to eat and then go to my guild and get more information, I hate almost all of you and you hate me so there’s no point in me staying. Any questions ask Parks or this scumbag, they’ve got all you need.”

Ragar spoke and then immediately shoveled pancakes and breakfast meats into his mouth, not giving anyone a moment to speak to him as he was constantly eating from this point on. He nudged the Fox Tail he brought in.

Graxis let out a small eep of fear and then nodded shakily, staring at the low level adventurers that surrounded him. No doubt a few he recognized but luckily these weren’t any he killed, just scammed with pricey armor. ”Uh um, yes yes, so us um, us outlanders and such have seen ho-hoards of monsters roaming the woods between cities it makes trade very hard between us and and and the landers, they’re um... They are unhappy?” He looked to Ragar for affirmation that he told enough information but got nothing in return.

Parks spoke up again, looking over his shoulder and leaving himself open to surprise attacks from Relka and the grandma or anyone else that may come in from that direction. ”Oh the people of the land are upset? I’ll check that out! I’ll need protection and some other help though, I don’t enjoy hoards of monsters ripping me apart and my subjects need a king they can look up to, right Relka?” He started to fully turn around, his back now to the assassin entirely.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

LYSANDER

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Lysander actually shook his head in shock at the response. That wasn't an outright no and it was possibly because of Amane that he would get fast tracked back into the limelight? He slammed his hands on the table but his hands landed flat so instead of a manly thud it was a playful slap that emanated out. He slid back to sit in one of the seats in front of the desk and shot finger guns at Miss Mako.

Miss Mako you're so good to me! No Amane is a dream come true but don't worry, chief, I can take him again. I got loads of tricks left to pull but if you really think I should be worried I can play it up for the man in charge to get transferred. You're the best!"

He fixed his hair the right way this time without any flubs and looked to the door, pointing at it while leaning his slouched body forward, his uniform's bagginess showing how little time he spent in the weight room and his hair and skin showing how much time he had spent in the bathroom before leaving to meet up with the secretary. He had perfectly clear skin from rigorous lotion and moisturizing techniques and he used only the most expensive of hair dye friendly conditioners to keep that rusty red-brown color his hair was rocking.

"Can I skidaddle or do I gotta put the moves on big boss himself?"
@Silver Carrot

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@Denny
In other words, like I said, I'm posting tomorrow at 3pm again just to introduce all the plot stuff, you can toss your character into any part of it even if they're not at the meeting since these are everyones problems, not just the Alliance's. Sorry if I was confusing when I said I was gonna post regardless. I just wanna open the world up to everyone with its current problems. In the discord we talking about it

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@Denny
Its only for this first part, because I wanna get through the intros, after like, round 2 when the conflict is intro'd it'll be just whenever people on a similar quest can go. Its gonna slow WAAAAY down

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Its EST, currently 9pm

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@Euphemia@Lucius Cypher@Denny
I'll be posting again at 3pm tomorrow, giving you 24 hours to go unless you have like, super serious business I'll totally wait for that since real life>RP

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December 7th, 2018.
Cleftland Kingdoms
City of Arokan
The Fang Family Guild Hall,
3:00 PM.

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Sunshine was rare these days, and you could swear the weather was just like it was in the real world. Even the crisp smell of cold that would fill your lungs on a dry winter day seemed to make its way into the not-so-virtual world. The most amazing thing, at least in the opinion of Parks, was that the eerie silence that fresh snow brought had been included. All of that was just earlier though, now he was in a guild hall, warm and comfortable with a mug of hot chocolate. The hall itself was bustling, with its impressive 85 members all helping set up for the meeting. It wasn’t every day that the Fang Family had guests such as these gathered in their living room!

But this was no ordinary hall, it belonged to one of the most prominent helping guilds in the city lead by MamaFang. The North Wen Alliance chose to eat lunch and discuss the current problems here for many reasons, but the most pressing was the fact that the low level delivery quests were being abused the most. This guild mostly consisted of low level players and a few victims of the banditry. It of course didn’t hurt that MamaFang was one of the best chefs in town, but that was secondary.

At the head of the table sat Parks, not because he was in charge of things, but because he got there early to ensure he got that chair. He had sent out messages to various adventurers and guild leaders alike along with other guild members in order to once again gather the North Wen Alliance. Not everyone responded but enough did to constitute a delightful feast. He was currently waiting for the food to come out, a small fairy flitting about by his shoulder and fixing his hair. It had to be perfectly messy, organized chaos.

He oh so wanted to talk to everyone, he was even shifting in his seat with anticipation! Though, from the looks of it, he was the only here other than MamaFang and she seemed busy for the moment, so he chose to just drum his fingers on the table and wait. Impatiently. Tappity tappity tap. He was done with this already. Scrawny arms pushed himself away from the table. The chair he had chosen was much too large for him, and his feet couldn’t even reach the floor in it so it was all his arms doing the scooting. He hopped down to the floor to speak, but the doors to the guild hall flew open.

A man in shining platinum armor stood in the doorway with a wanted poster in one hand and a handcuffed Fox Tail in the other. He shook his head, silver hair cascading over his wolf ears and shoved the man’s chest onto the table.

”I caught this one pestering some low levels outside the city for their delivery bundles. The mule was dead but I decided NOT to kill him. He is grateful for this. Right?” He spoke in an authoritative tone, leaning in to the man’s ear and inhaling deeply. ”I SAID HE IS GRATEFUL FOR THIS. IS THIS ASSUMPTION CORRECT?” He spoke like he was still in the military, and to be honest, the way he ran his guild was just about as close as you could get.

The man on the table nodded, near tears. He tried to choke some words out but Captain Ragar twisted his arm until he shut up. ”Sorry to bring a guest to lunch, I just thought having him here would be fortunate. Remind us of the scum we promise to clean up.” He gave a nod to Parks who pulled his chair forward with a huff and sat back down, crossing his legs in the chair designed for none other than MamaFang herself. The little fairy fixing his hair clapped her hands and gave a triumphant smile before flying into the orb on his staff that currently leaned against the table. He waved back to Ragar.

”Sir Stormfang, what ever would we do without your heroic work. I do enjoy dining with PKers as much as you might guess so I would have left him in the cathedral.” Parks chuckled and drang some more of his hot chocolate. He had grown accustomed to everything being a bit too big so using too hands was so close to not looking goofy to drink from the mug. He set it down gracefully and rose to sit on his knees, now looking a little less short. A king had to be respectable!