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Dice'll come first, so we know the outcome. I think I'll share the roll only with the people involved at the time.

And then we'll do the fight scene however the players fighting want. I'm okay with a collab, if you wanna move it into PM.

Also, dammit, the colors are messed up for some reason.

Also also, I don't expect most fight posts will be that long, they'll probably be exchanges of a couple sentences at a time. to keep the action even between the characters. I don't like it when one person spends three paragraphs on their move, when all they're doing is blocking.

Also also also: @Spike Sounds good, I like to imagine they gather in a parking garage or warehouse or something and just everyone is yelling what they think about the topic at hand.

@unicorgi The picture on your CS is borken, if you could take a look at that.

@Zetsuko Ah man, I really like the three brother thing. It's a little weird for balancing when I'm trying to make fights fair, cause the "character" can switch styles at the drop of a hat, but I think we'll figure it out as we go, because it's honestly pretty cool and I don't want that to go to waste.

@sassy1085 Sweet, love the picture! Does she fight with a reverse grip, or is that just the picture you happened to find?

Everyone can feel free to move characters to the CS page, and also to post when ready.

Don't feel the need to pile on to things already happening, you can totally start new scenes.

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The Oni turned his head halfway, no longer looking at either Ronin directly, but somewhere in between them. One of his lower arms jerked a thumb backward at Bones.

“Dust ‘im,” he grumbled.

The man turned obediently from Shinobi, lifting the scythe part of his weapon. The chain moved, apparently of its own accord, slithering and clinking from his waist, and up his arm. The chain gained slack as more of its length came onto his arm, and soon it dropped heavily to the floor, as if it were made of lead. It was black as a void.

“I thought this was Original Ronin,” he said this with a sneer in his harsh, whispering voice, “Territory. Him we expected, not some bonehead kid. Why don’t you..”

Shinobi cut the man off, “Not your fight, kid,” but only got that far when the Oni charged. Shinobi had his sword out of the scabbard, but only had the left hand on it when the Oni’s enormous club connected with it. It blocked the blow from hitting him, but Shinobi was knocked backward. He rolled once, but came out in a crouched position, his sword in an overhead guard, two handed now.

“Just what I was saying,” the scythe man said, and launched his kusarigama from his hand. As before, it moved with little input from the man, shooting from his hand in a straight line, but not aimed directly at Bones, rather past him, on a trajectory to come back and wrap him in the chain.

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Someone sat at a laptop on a table, watching a live drone feed from a fight about to break out. They opened a new tab, and began checking a janky, 90’s looking website that listed known Oni in Burokun.

Kuro Kohai. Black Oni(obviously). No known affiliations, entry from two days ago. Only one fight on record, left a Ronin in the hospital, but didn’t bother killing him. No known injuries.

A blip came from the computer, heralding an instant message.

gren: hey yella aint that a hopeful staring down a bloni??

Yellow: Yes. Might like to see up close. Suit up.

gren: iunno yella, black isnt even a neon color.. doesnt go does it??

gren: also.. not worth starting beef with orobs, is it??

Yellow: Suit up.

The laptop slammed shut.

~~~

There was a clatter behind Rubin, and if he were to look back, he would see a garbage can rolling out of an alley, having been knocked over. Curiously, the only thing spilling from it was a pile of fine white ash, which drifted up in dust clouds that seemed to disappear as quickly as the wind could kick them up.

A whisper flitted up the street.

“Clutter… Filth… Disorder…”

There was silence for a moment, and then something struck the back of Rubin’s head. It was the palm of a hand, which became apparent as the fingers, long and spindly, wrapped around the left side of his head, covering the visor of his helmet.

Over his right shoulder, a creature with a long neck, and creamy ivory skin craned its head. It forcibly turned on Rubin’s helmet, to force them face to face. Its face was a mask. A serene face of purest white, with black hair on the top, in a knot.

“Why are you so dirty?”

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Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

There were technicians swarming all of the Dragons as they crossed the Red Line. All of the beasts took the treatment differently, sentient as they were. Repairs and modifications hurt, always. It was almost akin to getting surgery as a living animal. Some snapped at the techs, and had to be soothed by their pilot, and some winced and twitched, but let it happen. Brave Hart, its antlers almost brushing the hanger's ceiling, stood almost perfectly and stoically still. Only its pilot knew the pain the tuning caused it.

Waiting nervously in the open mouth of his Dragon, Thomas was looking across the crowded hanger at Del Lago. That was Adrian's Dragon, he knew from dossiers. He hadn't seen his brother on the ship yet, or in years, but they were here. On the same vessel, and the same mission. He wasn't sure if Adrian knew he was here or not. He certainly hadn't made any attempt to contact him, and hadn't received any messages either.

A short alarm blared, followed by an announcement.

Reckoning time. How would Adrian take being followed out into the depths of space by his older brother? For that matter, how would his older brother take finally tracking him down after all this time? And not even to bring him home, like he originally intended. No, they were stuck in this war now, wherever that led them.

Thomas stayed where he was for a little longer. He was already in uniform, so there was no scrambling. By and by, he jumped down from Brave Hart's mouth onto a catwalk running along the hangar, and made his way there.

There were a lot of pilots already there. Mostly human, with some exceptions, but all uncanny looking. It was small things, glowing eyes, strange markings, or even more obvious modifications.

Thomas allowed himself, exactly-on-time as he was, to be crowded into the center of the congregation, and waited.

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So apparently schoolgirls with high tech samurai gear is it's own genre, so I'm canonizing a new "gang."

Kyoko School for Girls. Originally a private school meant to cater to Burokun's relatively small upper class population.
Since the trouble with the Oni, they offered a kendo based self defense class, which bloomed into a popular sport. After a special fluff piece in Street Samurai, an surge of internet popularity spurred many of them to take their swords to the street.

They've gained a sort of "neighborhood watch" status and is the only Ronin gang that is acting legally.

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Please do put all characters in the CS tab.

@GingerBoi123 Uh, Thursday.

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Yeah, all characters are good.

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Okay! Post is up.

Feel free to intervene, or to start your own trouble somewhere else. I'll make sure the action keeps on moving either way.

You all also might be interested to see that I've added a section for swords to the pinterest board.

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“Next time we’ll see Orob’s continuing clashes with the Pink Daisho Clan. Meanwhile, the Street Samurai crew gets an exclusive interview with an indie Ronin, who will be streaming the event live! Check his twitter @ChrunchyRolla for det-”

click

The TV turned off and the man on the couch called over his shoulder.

“I didn’t know we were clashing with the Daishos.”

“Stop watching that shit. If I could kill the cameramen without turning all the other kiddie samurai against us, I would.” He was a much older man, graying hair tied back. Two swords were sheathed, propped against the desk he sat at, counting money and going over files. “It’s just a game to those little shits.”

“The millenials are killing the samurai industry!” he laughed from the couch.

The older man chose not to respond to this, and instead said, “Mr. Hamayoto hasn’t paid this month, that’s odd. He’s usually prompt.”

“Should I take some muscle and go rough him up?” He was already tying his sword on, and walking to the coat rack that had his robe on it.

“Learn some respect and subtlety. Pay him a visit, ask what’s happening and if he needs more time - yes, you can wear your sword - If he says yes he does, tell him two days. Then bring some muscle to rough him up.”

~~~

Shinobi strolled up Dogenzaka Hill, most other passersby giving him a wide berth. Some greeting him cheerily, and most of the shop proprietors gave a respectful nod or wave. Mr. Hamayoto ran a little noodle stand on the Hill, which was usually considered Orob territory. While they could be scary in their own way, the people here knew that the Orob looked out for their own. As long as they paid tribute.

Something was wrong, though. As he walked on, the street going forward was emptier, and some people were even avoiding eye contact with him. Shinobi just barely caught sight of a man with a kusarigama, the chain wrapped around his waist, as he turned and walked down an alley upon seeing the ronin. That was trouble, he knew. Shinobi casually laid his right hand on the sword at his side gripping the scabbard loosely, but pushing on the hand guard with his thumb to loosen it.

A slurping and crunching noise was drifting down the street, accompanied by a smell like rotting meat. Hama Noodles was ahead, and the curtain was ripped most of the way off, though there was still light in it. Shinobi could see a shadow moving from within, four arms on the form, the upper two looked to be uppending a bowl into the creature’s mouth.

His left hand came down to the sword’s hilt now.

Before he could get the drop on it, the man with the chained blade strolled out of an alley between Shinobi and the stand. He looked cooly at Shinobi and stepped into the stand and out of sight. Shinobi heard a murmured conversation, and then the man emerged again, followed by the oni.

It was a black skinned one, easily eight feet tall, and had four arms. The upper right arm grabbed a club the size of a man from somewhere in the noodle stand, and hefted it over his shoulder.

“Come to join me for dinner, little samurai?” His voice was like gravel being shoveled into a furnace.

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Oh, that's what I was saying feel free to.

I'm working on an opening post, so we'll be starting pretty soon. I'll probably include them in, if there's gonna be characters from them.

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Feel totally free, and have multiple characters if you want, and think you can handle following all of them.