Hexaflexagon

Persona Ø (Accepting 1 Player)

Masako did'nt like the situation that they were in and yet she followed them, she did not feel that it was necessarily smart to follow the rabbit man and she did'nt believe that what they were doing was necessarily conductive to living a long and prosperous life. But of course they had no real other options did they? It was that fact that bothered her more, she was okay with fighting monsters, she was okay with trying to survive and all, she was okay with trying to save their teacher. All of these seemed to be reasonable goals and such almost heroic in a way but, they weren't chosen by her. The cruel hand of fate forced them upon her with little want nor consideration towards her own feelings, she did not care for nor appreciate this sudden loss of freedom, the sense that she was in control of her life was all suddenly whisked out from under her. Yet the only way out was forward right? That was what was driving her forward at this point, the inciting idea of being able to punch whoever dragged them down that hole in the first place.

The group were eventually lead to a building which held a spring of some sort within it. And it was apparently owned by a fairy? Considering what Masako had seen that day by that point she shouldn't of been so surprised by it but still a fairy really? The world they had stumbled into apparently had some very loose rules on what constituted as a real thing and a work of fiction. Fiction yeah the more she did think of it the more it was starting to become like the damn book, or any fantasy book kids fall down hole, go to magical world, get magic powers and apparently save the world yeah sounds like a blast right? Turns out those books left out the part where some of the kids get taken over, and evil shadow things try to kill you and the like. Yet the rabbit man and the fairy seemed to know each other and they both haven't started cackling evilly and trying to murder all of them yet so that was always a good start. As the two began to argue the group began to talk among themselves having a chance to think.

One of Masako's classmates Saito deiced to test the water with his finger.

"...it's nice."

"...should I jump in...?"

"Well considering the disposition of the Fairy in regards to our Rabbit friend, I'm guessing you should probably wa---" Masako was cut off as Minto fell into the pool emitting a large splash as she entered. Masako turned and looked and then looked back at the Fairy who hadn't seemed to notice just yet and so she spoke to the rest of the group.".....Is that our signal to run before the fairy lady roasts us alive or whatever for using the springs without paying?" Masako asked the rest of the group in a whisper.

Build No House (Influenced by Ghost In The Shell and Under The Dog )

So our characters would all be members of Operation Shisa? Where's the motivation, beyond not dying, if they're so heavily monitored and quickly discarded I'm not sure how it'd be interesting to play.

@Guilty Spark

Quickly discarded wouldn't be necessarily how it would be described. More often the idea of death is dangled above their much in the same way you dangle a treat in front of an animal to make it move, encouragement. Actually deaths these ways are few and far between because how much money and resources the MPS throws at Opreation Shisa in the first place. Killing one of the kids is essentially throwing away millions, they will do it if the kids do something really stupid or question orders but its not like they are itching to fire off the trigger. While yes this may seem constricting but that is partly the point, the idea of this RP is not to see what happens when you are given freedom but to see the opposite when you are backed into the corner and forced to hunt and killed because if not terrible, terrible things happen. Do you keel over and accept it or do you bash and gnash like a rabid dog egging them to put you down?

And to answer motivation comes in other ways dreams of Freedom, and the ability to live a normal life. That maybe if they can catch whoever caused the events that started this all that they can be let go, that the MPS won't need them anymore. And there is also a plot with intrigue that will be pulled apart in front of you, as plans fall apart as corruption becomes apparent and as always things are not plainly black and white. I hope this story, the story of your characters, the story of their interactions with one another and story of this world all working in tandem provide enough motivation. These kids may be backed into the corner with no way forward and no way out but it doesn't mean that they still don't have control of what lies ahead. But I understand why some people would be put off by this idea. That's why I'm throwing it out here to see if anybody is willing to bite.

Persona Ø (Accepting 1 Player)

Heads up: I'll make a post tonight if Hex or Bleu doesn't show.

@Blu

Sorry was trying to catch up on some other things and sort of over extended myself for a bit! Post should be up pretty soon. :)

Build No House (Influenced by Ghost In The Shell and Under The Dog )

Build No House

A roleplay of sorts by Hex.

Life is a bridge. Cross over it, but build no house on it.
~ Indian Proverb

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Story

The year is 2030 in the behemoth of the Greater Tokyo Exclusion Zone, still recovering from the aftermath of Lost Saturday. Ten years ago complete devastation was brought down upon the Greater Tokyo Area during the closing ceremonies of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics by a mysterious terrorist group. Biological agent Novichok-13 was released inside the National Olympic Stadium and a series of IED explosives were set off throughout the Greater Tokyo Area in high population centers. In the aftermath of these tragic events, the Japaneses Government passed Order 982-A1 otherwise known by its full name. The Nine Hundred and Eighty Second Order of Proclamation, To Fully Honor The Wishes of The Japanese People and His Imperial Majesty To Protect and Maintain Peace. The order effectively restricted all domestic and international travel into the region until peace could be restored and the culprits caught.

It has been ten years since the Exclusion Order was passed and not much is heard from within the Zone these days. Within the first year of the incident, the military barrier set up by personal of the JSDF was replaced with what is known as the Greater Kanto Wall, a heavily fortified structure that surrounds the perimeter of the zone at a staggering 1 kilometer in height. The Japanese government officially was relocated to Nagoya and the Imperial Family was temporally located to Suzaki Imperial Villa. Officially all government actions within the Zone are handled by The Ministry of Public Security (MPS) itself being founded soon after the incident of Lost Saturday to deal with increasing terrorist threats on a much grander scale. Despite international pressure to release the tourists and expats within the Zone the Japanese government refuses to lift the Zone due to matters of "international security".

This story takes place within the Zone. It follows a group of young adolescents (13-18 years of age) who live within the Zone. They were "recruited " at a young age by MPS to serve as part of Operation: Shisa. Shisa is an ongoing operation started soon after the events of Lost Saturday to find individuals with "gifts" and to coerce them into service of the MPS to hunt after individuals with similar gifts who were rumored to have caused Lost Saturday. Gifts that arose after Lost Saturday in some individuals as a side effect to exposure to particles released by Novichok-13. In short they are taking children and forcing them to serve as hunters of terrorists and other individuals that threaten to destabilize the zone.

In this sick game of cat and mouse these adolescents do not have the virtue of being able to "pick sides". To insure compliance MPS holds a very strict policy of retribution. Having cardiovascular bombs implanted into them, failure will always result in death. This death does not just stretch to the agents but it also stretches to the agents family, friends, and anyone that ever even smiled at them. An agent failure to follow through with there orders will also be sending these people to the executioners block as MPS kill teams are on standby at all teams waiting for the kill order. With all words and actions closely monitored by MPS at all times, the line between life and death is a slippery slope.

How far we will go when we are pushed to the edge?

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Terminology

Some common terms and idioms you may here about in the world.

• Zoners: Zoners is the collective catch all term for denizens of the Zones to refer to one another as a group. Since it has seemed the rest of the world has given up on them, nationalities don't matter any more everyone is a member of the zone.
• Hounds: The name given to the run of the mill officers of the MPS. The name comes from the wolf like insignia that is emblazoned on there uniforms. Used by regular Zoners as a derogatory term, not to be used in front of the MPS.
• T-Papers: Short for Regulatory Transit and Travel Papers. These were issued around the same time that the Greater Kanto Wall was finished, they allow for Zoners to travel between the MPS checkpoints that split up the sectors within the Zone.
• LSP: The Lost Saturday Pathogen, a disease that spreads among the more unsavory parts of the Zone
  it is a lymphatic disease that is believed to be caused by run off exposure to remnants of Novichok-13. It is mostly commonly contracted by scavenges that dare to travel into the "red zones" close to the National Olympic Stadium.
  

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  Technology
  
  The Technological level is similar to that of something seen in Ghost In The Shell, Neuromancer, or Deus Ex Human Revolutions. Cybernetic augmentations are a thing that happened and have changed peoples live sometimes for better and sometimes for worse, robots are considerably more advance, though Zoners are running mostly on 10 year old tech at this point considerably less advance then some stuff that the MPS will bring out.
  

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Denouement

Have you ever looked to the sky and wondered about the future? Do you enjoy the literature of William Gibson? Did the original Ghost In The Shell or maybe Mardock Scarmble get you thinking? Do you like dystopian futures with violent aesthetics that also take the time to pull back and minute and just think? Are you really excited about Under The Dog and also kind of disappointed considering it may never come? If you answered yes to any or all of these things then Build No House may be the Roleplay you are looking for. I welcome you to look around, maybe take a seat and say hi. If you have any questions feel free to ask them about the world or anything like that and I will try my best to help you. :)

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Build No House Character Template

Image of Character Goes Here

written description of character goes here in Italics (optional)

Name: ( Pretty Self Explanatory Your character's name.)
Age: (Your character's age once again between ages of 13-18)
Gender: (Are you a dude or a ladydude?)
Height: (Your character's height)
Weight: (Your character's weight)
Blood Type: (Is this important? Well actually yes it is.)
Birthday: (And when was your character brought into this lovely world?)

Psychological Record: (If you want to be simple about it you can call it your character's personality.But I view it as a little something more, I want to know what makes them tick, what drives them forward? Length is to your digression all I want to make sure is you have a basic understand of your character.)

History: (Where does your character come from, are they native to area? Or were they originally tourists there to watch the Olympic Games and then caught up in the mess that followed? How's there life been since then, what were their plans for the future before the MPS came? When did the MPS come? You know all that good history stuff. Once again as long or as short as you desire just make sure you have a solid foundation to work off of.)

Gift: (Your character did'nt get recruited because they have a pretty face. They all have gifts. Powers if you want to kill them that. Single individual curiosity that make them different from the regular populace. This is'nt anything crazy like being able to cast fireballs but more subtle and very precise in what it can do. For example the ability see bullet trajectories, or the ability so naturally see in the dark. These children are not super heroes nor wizards, they are just a little bit special.)

Skills: (What else are they good at? Shooting people, demolitions, recon, really good at making dogs with Papier-mâché?)

Augmentations: (Mechanical augmentations if any that your character's has gotten over the years. Anything from robotic legs and arms to cybernetic eyes and neural implants. Most of these would not be willing and instead forced on them by the MPS.)

Weapons: (What do they use to stab and shoot people?)

Equipment: (important items will be placed here. Things of sentimental value or that just don't classify as a weapon.)

Other: (Anything else you feel may be needed)

Mass Effect: Omega Serenade

Do not fear progress is still being made! I've been been busy with some other things but I've been trying my hardest to make this damn thing happen. It's just hard on a logistical planning story wise at the moment because how I want to direct this is basically going to direct the next 40 posts or so that make up this chapter and the end of the "warlord story". But I've come up with a bit of a hefty case of writer's block because frankly I have no idea how I'm going to make this work.... So things have come to a standstill of sorts as I beat my head against a wall. And so my previously set deadline soared by. I'm very sorry for this inconvenience and I hope to resolve it sooner rather than later.

Persona Ø (Accepting 1 Player)

There you go got something up and now I must go back to sleep because work was exhausting.

And I suppose I'll have to go with a very unenthusiastic yes for Masako. Because she ain't having none of Mr.Rabbits creepy Alice In Wonderland BS, but knows when to play the hand your dealt.

Persona Ø (Accepting 1 Player)

As quickly as it all started it all came to a screeching halt. There was no more violence, yelling, pain instead it was replaced with an eerie sort of silence. A silence that helped reinforce the idea of how alien and strange the surrounding world was without any animals, or other sounds. Only sparse occasional chatter, and the static whaling of the televisions from the televisions. Adrenaline begins to slowly taper off as the Adrenal gland slowly becomes to stop production, breathing begins to slow back down, heart rate decreases as whatever was holding you up just a moment ago pulls away letting you free fall back to normalcy. Masako didn't pay attention to it but she did now, how much her arms were shaking, how utterly terrifying all of that had actually been. She was still holding the rake above her as Minto had gone to vomit out something from his body. The girl limply handed it back over to the same hands that had tried to bludgeon her to death with it earlier. She said no words, none were really needed and she frankly didn't feel like talking that much.

She expected the pain, she expected the shock but she didn't expect how tired she felt. Guess it was natural though right? With your body running on all cylinders to try and keep you from getting killed takes a lot of energy. She just needed a minute to think to herself and maybe sit down. So while the others reunited or talked she found the furthest point she could from the rest of them while still being in earshot which happened to be where the Televisions were in the first place that started it all. As she approached the wall where the two remaining still spat out static she half expected another memory to display. But for the moment it was just two fields of black and white shuttering back and forth. She didn't realize she was acting until it had already happened the first one getting a foot straight through the center and the other a fist a moment later. Reactions of anger, reactions without thought.. only human and it made her feel better a little bit.

She sighed as she slumped to the ground in front of them not caring for the glass as he rested her head and closed her eyes. She tried to find something happy, anything within herself anything to take off the edge of how crazy all this shit was, of how stupid it was and how trapped she felt by it all, she just wanted an escape for one minute. It was in this searching that a sudden warmth flooded her body. It was like an electric shock running from the scalp down to the toes, vibrating coursing with life as it tickled the skin. As she opened her eyes a large figure was towering over her bathed in light. It was a large women dressed in mail and furs with long blonde hair that cascaded down her back, piercing blue eyes strong and determined met tired ones. She was holding a large spear in one hand still stained with blood and a shield in the other. The figure spoke as it thrusted its spear point downward so that it was mere inches away from Masako’s face. “I am thou, and thou art I. I’m Hervor the Shieldmaiden, Herald of Fortune. Together we will forge our own paths.”

Masako confused and a little bit awestruck reached up with her hand and touched the point of the speartip. At contact millions of cracks appeared throughout Hervor’s body and she shattered like glass vanishing from sight. Masako was confused and felt oddly alone again as the brilliant warmth that had enveloped her moments ago had dissipated in an instant. She was brought out of her revere quickly though as a commotion among the others draw her attention.

It seemed that the same kind of masked thing had appeared this time taking the appearance of the transfer student. Which was bad because it meant these things could exist without their hosts, which meant they may have to deal with the others again and they barely made it out intact this time. It seemed more powerful than the others had been, more in control of what it was doing and able to control that power that they had all unlocked previously. After leaving the transfer student with some choice words and threats of the future it vanished but not before leaving them with a giant wall of fire.

It was at this point that the man with rabbit mask stepped out of the darkness. Masako reacted accordingly reaching for a gun prepped for another fight but it seemed that all this man wanted to do was talk. Though Masako didn't like the rabbit man mostly it was in the way he talked like he was better than them, like he was some omnipotent puppeteer and that they were some puppets in a toy chest. And yet he had’nt tried to kill them yet so that was something. At least that meant that he still wanted them alive. So far he was the only thing in this place that didn't seem hostile at first sight. It spoke of Ms.Saski and how they were going to be late to save her and that they had to hurry. The others began to interject their own thoughts some filled with more emotion than others, but they all had their points and Masako took them all in.

During this time Minto did something like the others had with their creatures of whatever like that women Hervor that Masako had spoken to. But this was something not angry or harmful but filled with a soft light that surrounded Masako’s and the other’s bodies. It dulled the pain until it practically vanished and well Masako was impressed by that at least. Giving Minto a small nod of accident when he asked if everyone was okay. Then the rabbit man continued to talk and the debate for what to do next continued as others began to voice their own opinion.

Masako was not having any of it though she was beaten with a rake, dealt out fly by emotional support to total strangers and was stuck in some crazy reality that really shouldn't be happening where people puke up darkness and get psychoanalyzed by televisions and now there was this guy. ”This is just rich isn't it? This world has a sick sense of humor to it does it not mister rabbit? We get here by getting pulled down a hole in the ground, we end up in some alternate world that plays on rules that are not our own and now we meet you Mr. White Rabbit with a pocket watch and talking about people being late. What’s going to happen next? You're going to tell us that Ms.Saski was captured by a Queen in Red and that we are going to need to enlist the help of a mad hatter to save her? Yeah because we didn't have enough shit to deal with beside the shadow monsters and our classmates attempt to murder us. Just... just fuck all of this crap.”

She hit her head back against the wall and sighed cooling down after her little outburst. It felt good though surprisingly to just be able to yell at somebody. She spoke again resigned. ”But sure. Let’s follow the creepy rabbit man because he so radiates trust and we are going to get torched alive later anyway if Mister Fancy Pants's Freudian doppelganger has anything to say about it.” She explained gesturing towards Kazuo.

Sekai no Owari no Sora: The Sky at the End of the World

The posting speed, for a new rp, already seems so slow ;A;. As for me I am kinda busy with a birthday party kind of dragging on over 3 days but the alarm from some dumb car woke me up after half an hour waaaaaaaaay earlier than I wanted soooo I get something up soon!

@Skyswimsky

Yeah it does, it may die off pretty quickly but if that is the case at least the idea came into fruition and that is almost half the fun!

Persona Ø (Accepting 1 Player)

@GreenGoat
Nope nothing to see here just move along with your day. XD

@Destinyfailhorror17
No, no its totally fine. Trying to help is a good thing more people should try to help sometimes might make some of the worlds go away quicker you know?

Wow.... I... Didnt expect that... I dont want you to leave the rp... Honestly now i just feel like a massive dick... Sorry...

@Happy Go Lucky

Dude honestly it's fine, I really don't mind. As I said there is no need for drama to occur over the internet let bygones be bygones you know? I ain't the type to hold a grudge. Life's all too short for that kind of shit. Or as the great philosophers on the boondocks once said.

Ah, but I forgive her and all the people around her.
Boys, there's great power in forgiveness, self-sacrifice, and thinking of yourself last.
First plan, you keep her alive long enough to make sure we in the will.
Plan "B", she dies, you break out the tape and pitch the show.
We threaten to go public and show America we're the only ones who care! Mmm-hmm.
Seriously, what other men in her life would have done that? You keep forgetting I just met this chick.
And may we one day get to a world where no porcelain goddess feels the need to pump up her beautiful ironing-board-flat ass to airbag-sized proportions just to attract some five-time baby-daddy bad-free-throwing ni** athlete.

Persona Ø (Accepting 1 Player)

Nobody needs to go defend anybody or create more arguments. You can read what you want to read below or not but its the last I'm going to say and if you prefer it will be the last thing I say in the RP and I will leave forever. I was originally going to send this as a PM but you know what I'd rather just have it out in the open. Anybody can read it and this is all I'm going to say on the manner, as I try to explain my point of view a little bit. Warning some of the stuff gets personal about my life but its all in the past really so its no real big deal to me.

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Listen, I’m not trying to get into a fight on the internet about something. That never ends well for anybody and so I’m writing this and then I'm not going to say anything more, for I do not want to fill the OCC with hate. So can you let me explain myself just once and after that you can hate me forever. I understand completely where you are coming form in the creation of your characters and wanting other people to treat those ideas with respect. That’s something that is perfectly natural, hell that’s what most creative people wish to happen. But I didn't not understand your character and the background, I just like in Roleplays like in real stories to try and sometimes look at things from a different angle. I’m not trying to offend or depriving anything the only reason it came to mind was because the song is a song wrought with an odd sort of blunt cynicism that makes you think about stuff, anything. I at the time since I was trying to write up a post was thinking of the RP as I do from time to time. When I was talking about the narrator and the Shadow it was more about shadows in general and how they use their hosts emotional instabilities to try and manipulate them. You could change the name of Davy to any person with any problem and the message is still the same. How people manipulate and use others. Hell that’s why I first liked the Persona series because as a man that has spent a lot of time studying human psychology this idea of how our own psyche would react to us is fascinating to me. It’s partly what I do now as a Computer Scientist working with research institutes to develop smarter AI that can simulate these interaction with our psyche. So that comment was less about even Jonathan but more about characters and interactions with their shadows in general, I just happened to reread one of your posts, which I love by the way your writing is fabulous and that’s why Jonathan came to mind.

And if it is the song that bothers you more and the insensitivity it displays towards some people, then you have to hear me out on this one that was not my intention to anger you either. Actually in a lot of ways growing up I guess I could relate to Jonathan as a character and I appreciate somebody like you having the balls to write a character like that, somebody that I kind of knew what they were going through. I grew up the fifth child in a north eastern home in the united states, my parents were busy a lot of time and my siblings were always older so they had friends. So there was only me and comic books, television and video games really. I grew up with two disabilities having a pronounced stutter and dysgraphia because of this and my own shyness I was not able to make a lot of friends, only a small smattering. Four, Five really anyone else I tried to become friends with just either forgot about me, stop talking to me or were really just bullies that wanted to make me want to go kill myself. Kids where the worst, they would make fun of the way I walked, because I was fatter than them, because I was taller than them, because I would have to repeat my words over and over again in a sentence just to be able to get out my thoughts. Eventually I tried to kill myself several times and still have the scars to prove it because of how lost and alone I felt. And how I desperately wanted to be this big hero type that you see in the video games and comic books. Eventually though through some goods friends I’m clean, sober, not morbidly obese anymore and got really into bodybuilding, but the pain of the past still stays there. And so that loneliness, but that idea of being able to stay strong that you are able to portray through Jonathan, that’s something I envy in him because I kind of know that loneliness or I did for a real long time and sometimes it is really hard to push past it all and stay standing like he does I’m not in any way trying to devalue your character in anyway, actually I wish their were more characters like him in fiction and video games, for more kids like I was when I was little to be able to look up to. Somebody that was like them and not a six foot tall hunk of man meet.
And if it really all just stems down to Randy Newmen. Well I can’t do much about that really anyway, I can’t change people’s tastes but I can tell you where my taste for him came from. My father one of my only friends I really had growing up kind of like Jonathan with his mother was a blues musician you see? More specifically he was a blues pianist and he played New Orleans style blues and to help me focus on something else beside the loneliness and the pain he taught me how to play. How did he do that? Mostly through listening to other great musicians in the genre play. Because he never learned to play sheet music he did it all by ear and that is how he taught me. And while I understand some people don’t like Randy and that is fine he one of the bona fide masters of New Orleans style of blues piano playing. So I’ve grown up listening to him and he reminds me of that special fire inside my heart that my dad helped plant. My dad is dead now but through the piano and people like Randy, he still lives in me you know?

So I’m sorry, you have to understand that my comment was in no way shape or form an attack or a dis judgment of your writing or your character. It was me musing about the human condition as I do through fiction sometimes. And you have full ability to be angry and take pride in your work. So if you really can’t forgive me or just don’t want to talk to me it’s fine, I’ll even step out of the RP for you if it makes you easier. But I hope by sharing my own stories, the things that drive me as a person well I hope it helps you see that I’m not some monster trying to take a shit upon your work. But hey whatever happens, happens right?