FujiwaraPhoenix

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@cool beaner: Unmarked spoilers, bruh. There's people here who still wanna watch DiU lol.

And, uh... I mean, even with only Sheer Heart Attack it's only a matter of time before people fish him out. Remember, this is the modern era, and a lot of people have watching DiU. He's never going to be able to have a quiet life in the first place.

Which is... Problematic in it's own right.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@cool beaner: Well, yeah. Stands can be impacted by anything not fully physical in nature.
So things like magic swords work. Magic too. Just not normal punchy punchy, I guess.

Careful about anything involving manipulating time. Or Gold Experience Requiem. Giorno's too OP with that to go untouched.
(Pucci too. Ugh, Pucci.)

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

@Rockin Strings: Statement stands. No, no, and if you're too lazy to even give me a basic overview of the character's abilities why should I be active enough to have to seek it for myself, especially when you'd be writing the form anyways?
I may sound like a jerk right now, and I probably am, but I expect at least some modicum of effort from people aside from "just youtube it" being shoved in my face, since I'm literally only maaaybe seeing gameplay without any concrete information other than maybe "slashy slashy". It's the effort that counts, man, and I'm seeing none of it here.
Besides, didn't it just get reiterated that we're accepting no 'blank-slate' characters? Like, less than three posts ago reiterated? Do I have to put a clause in the OP saying that YES, IT DOES INDEED INCLUDE MAIN CHARACTERS FROM THE ELDER SCROLLS?
Actually, while I'm at it, I should make clear why Ryuk cannot, should not, and WILL not be accepted. Him being in here means the existence of the Death Note, which, bloody hell, is an INSTANT KILL BOOK. Like, something like that in an RP is a goddamn MACGUFFIN, not some toy to be whipped out willy-nilly. You give that to a character, LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER, and they become a priority threat to be removed INSTANTLY. You leave the Death Note up, you are giving a person the literally WRITE ANY CHARACTER/RPER THEY DO NOT LIKE OUT OF EXISTENCE. No, I don't care if Ryuk is only talking, if he arrives, it's the entire package deal, which means there is LITERALLY NO FUN ALLOWED UNTIL IT IS GONE. And it that's gone, Ryuk's gone. Moot point.
And no, I am not going to be using something as busted as 'the power to instantly remove any person from existence' as a plot device anyways, nor would I want to. It's cheap, it's tacky, it's a boring, half-assed way of pushing people to remove a threat which, for all intents and purposes, is a walking existential crisis waiting to happen.
(Besides, it's only interesting as a plot device in Death Note because L and Light exist; Death Note was a psychological thriller, not a goddamn 'Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe' thing.)
-deep breath-
Geez, if anything ticks me off, it's people telling me I should do the work they should be putting up instead. Guess that bled over. Anyways. Next.
(And yes, I am irate right now.)

@cool beaner: Yeah, I know, I saw the stuff above. I was giving you a pass because you're new to the site. =w=;;
In any case, yeah. Figure out something that can either be brought into line with the other characters (we're surprisingly high-power overall, but there's still a limit) or nerfed into power. Underpowered can also be brought up to power over the course of the RP, but you'd have to be willing to slowly build to that point.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

@Rin: And replacements are good to go.
Now get to posting. :3c

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Hrm... Okay, let's see what's on the table.

@Rabidporcupine: I'm fairly certain that a lot of people in this RP say 'fuck off' to stat caps anyways and would probably sweep aside Priam's horde on Lunatic+ without a second thought, but details. Scale of power is vastly different jumping from a FE game to something like this, after all.

@cool beaner: Well, I kiiinda have a problem with it, but since you're new and you have an idea on what to do now, I'll let it slide for now.

The characters, on the other hand, are a different story.

First: Rohan. Oh, Rohan. As much as I love the guy and how much of a troll he can be, Heaven's Door is just too damn powerful to be used within an RP, and nerfing Heaven's Door in any way detracts from the character... In a sense. Have to decline.

As for Dimple... Okay, putting aside how he isn't exactly the type of character to be particularly... I dunno, fun to "play" without the right people and powers, I guess? Uh...
Mind control and hypnosis is a) already a niche that has been filled out (a little) by Misaki, whose own ability has been nerfed and delineated to the point where I can't be super indiscriminate about the whole mind control thing. Removing player agency without going through the proper channels is EXTREME no-no.

Next...
@Rockin Strings: No, custom characters fall under the umbrella of "custom" (and they usually become unbeatable forces of nature anyways so... No.)
No Ryuk. That's not a question up for debate. No Ryuk.
Yoshitsune... I don't think I've ever seen anything about the series in question, so I need a way to frame power and abilities before all else.

's about it.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

"Good, good! Don't let up!" Tiral shouted out as he watched the trolls slowly attempt to refocus their attention on the rearguard. While one was already slowly moving at the ground, the other seemed to just be torn between staying or going—ironic enough, given how they were probably too dull-witted at the moment to think beyond 'swing weapon at object in front of self'. This, of course, gave the archers and other magicians more than enough room to casually fire away. As Tiral continued to survey the battlefield from atop his horse, though, the slight glint of unnatural purple light caused him to freeze up. It took only a moment to estimate where it was headed, and his face immediately tensed up as he leaped off of his horse and pointed his dagger out at it.

"Position... Target... Gods be damned, I think I'll have to try this one," he swore under his breath before beginning to chant as fast as he could under his breath. As soon as it was complete, the mage shot out a small bolt of ice at his target, and not a moment too soon; just as the magical projectile could've gone through the Captain, the bolt of ice managed to collide with it. In that instant, the ice seemed to deform and curve, redirecting the magical attack towards the troll instead. Left in its wake, of course, was what looked to be a flower made from ice.

"...Huh. Irregular magical composition combined wi—oh, whatever, that's not important now. Men, keep firing! Focus on our initial target! I'll handle the one near the Captain!" he shouted, getting back on his horse before resuming his earlier tactic.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Leonardo Watch

Leo watched from a short distance away as the van blasted straight through the area, the helicopters hovering overhead quickly moving off to follow suit. While that on its own wasn't as noteworthy, the young man was wont to take a few steps to the side as he watched the white-haired girl block a car that had been flung at her. While the fact that the car was flung in the first place was reason enough to think that enough oddities were occurring in the area, the fact that the young woman had manage to stop it without attacking it made it more than obvious that she wasn't the aggressor here. At the same time, whoever the heck was driving that van earlier would probably abuse the fact that she wasn't going to try to harm anyone, but even putting that aside...

"Hey! I don't know who you are, but I'll help these people out here! You go chase after that van before whoever's driving that thing can cause more problems!" Leo shouted out as he ran over, quickly looking over the car's exterior once he arrived. The driver, an older man, was attempting to push his way past the airbag. Though everyone looked to be fine, the fact that there was enough force to launch the car in the first place meant that the possibility of there being underlying injuries, like concussions.

Well, that and the fact that the side of the car that had been hit was also caved it, making it damn near impossible to exist from that side.

Hinanawi Tenshi

"Hey, killing people isn't an end-all be-all to your problems, you know..." Tenshi sighed, watching as the girl in red continued bashing away at her rocks to try and get a crack at their already-restrained target. The fact that she had at least calmed down to the point where she wasn't consumed by murderlust was a momentary respite, but it seemed like it'd take a lot more to rein her in.

"Er... Excuse me, but... TSAB? I've never heard of such an organization in my life," the older man said, looking at Vita in a bit of confusion before turning towards the young man who had come down from the air. "Nor have I ever heard of any 'Director Wong', young man. I don't believe that there are any Chinese officials in office, anyhow..."

As he trailed off again, the older man shook his head and looked back at the group of misfits, the gears turning in his head as he attempted to find the easiest solution for this... Mess. The fact that they had already decided to stand down gave him more than enough of a break to begin negotiations, though...

"In any case, may I request that you come with me to somewhere a bit less... Public? With things as they are now, I fear it won't be long before news of this incident becomes widespread and the nation goes into a panic."

"Hm... Alright, I guess," Tenshi shrugged, letting her shoulders relax before stepping forward. "But I find it very disrespectful to have not introduced myself, just as I find it very disrespectful that you have not done the same. Hinanawi Tenshi, heir to the Hinanawi clan."

"Captain Yamazaki Mamoru of the JSDF. Now, if you would kindly..."

"Yes, of course. But remember—if you try anything, I cannot guaranteed your safety. You or anyone else here."

With a slight glare, Tenshi stomped on the ground, causing the earth underneath their sword-wielding captive to shoot up and bring him to a standing position. His hands were, of course, still locked by makeshift handcuffs, but for all intents and purposes he was disarmed. The stones, too, around the red-clad girl sank back into the ground, though the Celestial kept a wary eye trained on her as she did so. Beating up a defenseless enemy—much less killing one—was absolutely no good in her books, after all.

With their weapons still at the ready, the Captain and the JSDF soldiers began to escort the group over to an armored van, the sight of which caused Tenshi to balk.

"Could I ask you to step inside, ple—"
"Inside that uncomfortable looking thing? I absolutely refuse. Give me one of those comfy seats in the front!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ms. Hinanawi. There's protocol that we have—"
"I don't care about your protocol, I am not sitting in that uncomfortable looking thing. It's either a comfy seat or I walk to wherever you're planning to bring us. Or fly. Flying works, too."

Suppressing a sigh of exhaustion, Captain Yamazaki walked off to the side for a moment and began to rapidly speak to someone over his earpiece before nodding.

"We can arrange a civilian vehicle to drive you over, then. Would that be preferable?"
"Very much so."
"Then may I ask if I may ask you some questions before we move over? My superiors wish to speak with you, but more context on the current situation would be greatly appreciated."

Without waiting for a response, Tenshi shrugged her shoulders and nodded.

"I do not mind. Ask away."

"Thank you. Now... First and foremost... You name, place of origin, and... Whether or not you plan to cause any harm to the people of this city—not, nation. Above all else, we want to know your stance on this."

"You know my name already, do you not? But placing that aside... My homeland is Gensokyo—more specifically, Heaven, of course. As for causing any harm... I do not wish to, but you certainly know my stance already."

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The soldiers near the other point, though, ended up at a loss as their weapons were blown out of their hands and the three that were present began deriding them. While most of the soldiers remained somewhat calm despite the absurd scenario, one soldier—nearest to the group, unluckily enough, broke formation and took a few steps forward. After a moment of hesitation, the soldier—a young woman—took off her helmet to get a better look at the group. As if her suspicions were confirmed, the soldier paused for a moment before beginning to speak.

"H-hold on. A-are you actually Takamachi Nanoha? As in, Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Nanoha? That one? The one who—"

"What are you doing, Private Minami?! Get back into formation!" one of the soldiers called out, to which the young woman shook her head.

"I want to verify something first," she responded, knowing full well that some superior would likely have her head over this insubordination. "But... Right, am I correct, then? The TSAB, as far as I know, is just a fictional thing here, but with that magic just now... That can't just be cosplay. No way it can just be cosplay..."

@KoL@VitaVitaAR@Dezuel@Rin@Raineh Daze@TheFake

Broken Oath - A Demon's Land Divided (Open for Business!)

Riding along this seldom-trodden dirt path on top of his horse, a young man with somewhat fancy attire—particularly so for his intended destination—was somehow without signs of wear or fatigue. Though the region he was travelling to, Avici, was among the least hospitable areas of Tsukran, the blonde-haired man didn't seem troubled by that least. Rather than that, the state of his own horse and the contents of his own pockets were what weighed more heavily on his mind. There were hardly any positions that could be considered 'worse' than this, all things considered. Or, well, given the situation, at the very least.

"Ah... I should've expected as much from this..."

With a sigh, Dengran shook his head as he turned to look behind him, lightly grasping the reins of the horse he was riding as he did so. Unlike the other Demon King candidates, he had no real 'history' or 'connections' with people. If anything, finding a traveling companion—another demon whose build towered far above his own—was a miracle in and of itself. To find someone willing to come here in the first place made him wonder for a moment what sort of circumstances had led to that in the first place, but he wasn't one to pry. Unlike the others who seemed to live and die by their political scheming, Dengran was content to just let sleeping dogs lie. But even disregarding that fact, there were still bigger problems at hand. More than anything else, though...

"I just wish they'd have given me more money. Avici, I can accept, but I can't import or hire anything like this."

With that complaint out of the way, though, the young man glanced at the small town in the distance. It was a far cry from the capital, of course; if anything, it reminded him more of his hometown.

Once he had arrived at the town's gates Dengran simply dismounted and looked around. There was a single guard standing at the entrance, who himself didn't seem to be fairly experienced at all.

"So. This is the hand I've been dealt, then. No matter," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he reached inside of his coat and pulled out a single badge—the insignia of the demon king.

"My name is Dengran Minsau, and I've been given provisionary leadership of this land; this is my companion, Violette. I trust you and everyone else in this town has been informed of the matter?" he asked, to which the guard—a relatively meek-looking goblin—gave a quick nod before moving aside. With a nod, Dengran casually tossed the guard a single silver coin and continued into the town. If anything, he needed to get a feel for how large it was and knowledge of any other things like population and food supply. As far as he knew, this town—Kival—was the largest one in Avici, but by the size of things it felt no greater than half a district in the capital.

"This should be workable as a starting position. This place is a frontier, though, so I'm not entirely sure what to expect. Especially with there being no real peacekeeping force here. Either everyone here is truly that lax, or... Well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later. What of you, then? Is there anywhere in particular that you're travelling to? I need to familiarize myself with the town one way or another, after all," he commented, glancing back at Violette as he continued to lead his horse on foot.

@TheFake@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Crimson Paladin

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Tiral nodded quietly as he watched the troll that he had been focusing on begin charging towards him. He had already accepted that the possibility of getting it's attention was almost 100 percent, and so it was almost a given that his barrage of magic would continue on. One after another, the magical weapons continued to fly out at the troll, turning the enemy into a walking pincushion. Ideally, someone or something would topple it from the back to send all the weapons through its body (or, at the very least, cause them all to shatter and cause internal collateral damage so that others could finish it off), but until that moment came he would continue here.

The moment he heard the voice of a child, though, Tiral's head immediately snapped to face the source. With no trace of anyone having been there, though, all the mage could do was try and make sense of the very obvious warning for the Captain's safety. Pausing his own magic for a moment, Tiral turned towards the battlefield and squinted in an attempt to find the Captain in the middle of the chaotic battlefield. Luckily enough, it wasn't very difficult to differentiate between the two forces, though they were off in the distance, and it didn't take long for the mage to pick out that the Captain was indeed engaging with one of the enemy trolls.

Unlike some of the crazier Knights, though, she wasn't particularly built for dealing one of those monstrosities alone. After thinking for a moment, Tiral turned his magical barrage towards the troll attacking Fanilly before shouting at the people around him.

"Listen up! The second we get that second troll's attention, we're going to begin to move around and drag them away from the rest of their main forces! Do not, under any circumstances, stop attacking them! If we remove the larger threats and allow the rest of the Knights to clean up what's left, then we can systematically clean up the rest! Are we clear?" he declared, not waiting for an answer before snapping the reins of his horse with his spare hand. With the dagger still aimed at the other troll, Tiral calmly began to move his horse around, his eyes snapping between both targets in case any of them moved into a lumbering sprint.

Hopefully, they wouldn't be able to in their state, but it was never bad to be safe here.

Broken Oath - A Demon's Land Divided (Open for Business!)

Wahaha, projects and papers and work galore! Okay, I guess I should review this stuff.

@Pseudo Stygian: Er... Well, Better, but 'no moral compass except for this one thing' still feels weird to deal with, but if that's fiddled with I think he should be fine. He needs more 'direction', so to speak.

@Kazemitsu: Answer is not accepted because of inherent character flaws that can't be rectified as things stand, regardless of what position you're trying to take is. The way the character is written makes it feel as if they'll tend towards harvesting souls like a farmer harvests his crops, and that's not someone the main cast here would want to associate with, honestly.

In any case... Will start... In the next few days, hopefully. Goddamn finals hitting me out of nowhere with a giant baseball bat to the head.