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Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

Kin Miyashita, signing in with flair.

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

The silver-haired Quartermaster sat at a desk in front of a vanity mirror on the opposite end of her room from her red, lavish bed. She had just finished applying the necessary makeup to match the sleek, black dress she was wearing and was just putting in her signature earring when Yuriko's voice shouted over the lone PA speaker above the door. The randomness combined with the volume made Kin jump, but the woman composed herself quickly and looked up at the speaker as she was instructed to head to the bridge. Though nobody was there to see it, she gave a polite nod toward the speaker to confirm her orders and stood up from her personal makeup station.

On the wall next to the door, her weapon was hung in its sheathe. While she picked up her datapad from a nightstand underneath the katana, Kin still couldn't help but admire the weapon. She hadn't drawn it in months. Perhaps it needed to be cleaned later? The woman sighed. As she clutched the datapad against her chest, Kin looked incredibly similar to a secretary stereotype. And like that she stepped out of her quarters and into the hallway. The clicks of her heels were the only sounds made as she walked across the ship toward the bridge. Though Kin wrote in her datapad a little reminder to clean Sekisetsu later.

As Kin arrived at the bridge, she saw Allison and Matthew just ahead. As the Quartermaster, Kin spends most of her time in the cargo hold. She'll see her co-workers daily, but not particularly often throughout the day. And since she hadn't seen these two in a little while, she picked up her pace slightly. While Kin is on the tall side, she generally keeps a short stride. So to move faster, her legs simply moved faster rather than actually increased in stride. The pace of clicks from her heels quickened accordingly. "Greetings," she spoke softly, stopping a brief moment to give Allison and Matthew a bow, before standing upright again and entering the bridge. Inside was the other man on board, Red. Though he seemed as if he just woke up. Nonetheless, Kin gave him a respectful bow as well. "Good morning."

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

It's time for a little honesty. For several months now, going all the way back to July, I have been struggling to stay involved and engaged in NewGen. Though the struggle comes not from anyone else, but from myself. It has progressively gotten worse, to the point where I'm at now where I'm not even posting. This is no one's fault but my own. But because of my inactivity, regardless of reason, I have been holding back potential progress in the IC. For that I sincerely apologize. I really do, as weird as it is for someone with my attitude to be apologizing so formally. While NewGen is clearly a great roleplay, one that I've been in for over two years now, I don't find it nearly as fun as I used to anymore. In fact, I hardly find it fun at all. And because of this I have been ruining the fun everyone else is having. That is why I'm now officially leaving NewGen.

The cynic in me wants to point out that I haven't posted in well over a month so me announcing that I'm leaving isn't much of a big deal when compared to the present facts. True as that is, I don't want you guys to have expectations that cannot be met. It would be unfair of me to stick around if I'm not going to ever do anything. Don't get me wrong, everyone here is great. I consider you guys my friends and I don't intend to suddenly stop talking with those of you still willing to converse with me. To absolutely destroy any confusion and leave no room for questions, I'm going to pull a Gerontis and explain a few things.

It probably is fairly obvious, but I have been attending a university full-time since August. While I'm not the best student, it does take up a good portion of my time and attention. But on top of that I have been working nine hour shifts in a frozen food factory to be able to afford not only my education but to afford my own food, travel, and even cover the expenses of others in my family. These two things alone take up a large portion of my time and energy. Lately, to add to my list of complaints I need to file to whichever deity rules the universe, my family's financial status has been sinking and I have been helping to cover the gap so my sister and mother can keep a roof over their heads. Which made my factory job turn from part-time to full-time. My mind and body are pushed to their limits almost every day and the stress has been compiling. So when I get home, sore and tired, I just want to relax and enjoy myself. My "out", if you will. The free time I do have, I want to have fun. That is the selfish reason why I am leaving.

This isn't a goodbye to everyone. Hell no. As if you people would get away from me that easily. This is just a goodbye to NewGen itself. It's been in my life for two years and has actually helped me through many things whether it knew it or not (which it probably didn't because the roleplay isn't sentient or even animate for that matter). While this may not be goodbye to everyone in NewGen, let's be real here: I'm terrible at keeping in touch. I'm constantly reminded of that by family and friends. I intend to keep pestering the lot of you, but just in case it takes a while until I actually follow through with that threat, I've prepared a few things to occupy the space between.

To Nim

You're a punk, you know that? But I'm grateful for it. You are one of my Fairy Tail buddies, as wrong as fuck as your predictions can be, so of course I can't leave you hanging. Working with you was pretty fun, even if some of the things we worked on weren't exactly "fun" themselves. And you need to stop poking me on Facebook. Like damn. XD

To Gero

You still haven't made that video, damnit! I want to hear the sound of my own voice. I mean... Nah, that's totally what I meant. But seriously, you're a bro to me. You suck, literally suck, at insults but you're cool enough to throw them at me anyways. If my microphone wasn't broken I'd talk shit for days about you, but you know it's always been in jest. Stay light-hearted until the next time we chat. And also finish that damn video! Especially the video!

To B

Sorry the Diancie code didn't work, but you can still get one so it's cool. Oh, and a slight update: I know I've told you before to get back into watching Fairy Tail, but I kinda want to revoke that. The 2014 episodes are kinda full of filler and generally suck so only watch until episode 175. Trust me on that one, you'll seriously enjoy yourself. But if you get curious and keep watching you probably won't find as much entertainment in what you find. Ask Nim if you want a second opinion. Oh, and we totally need to battle some time when you aren't doing a Nuzlocke.

To Les

It's been kinda dull without our in-depth theoretical analyses of the human mind and the world around it. Not like my brain needs much more stimulation than it already gets, but I always learn something every time we have one of those chats. I'd like to think you also get something new out of it every time too, but you're the Psych major not me so you may very well already have a good understanding of the shit I say. Which, on the subject of psychology, is actually an interesting field in the sense that it is one of the few sciences that is actually a split community in terms of analysis and explanation. Probably why it's so fun for someone like me.

To Roro

How many damn tank simulators do you have? XD But seriously, while you are hardly ever serious on your own, you actually have a lot of interesting ideas and I like your way of thinking. Though that also deals with the non-serious stuff, because your way of thinking when you aren't serious is hilarious. Perhaps I should one day get this EU game that you and the others play so I can see where %50 of the gibberish comes from. But that requires money so it might have to wait a while. :c Unless I win the lottery or mug a rich guy. Second one being more viable than the first.

To Fox

Truth be told, I'm jealous of you. I have no idea how you can manage to remain calm and polite. If you haven't noticed by now, I'm not a particularly calm or polite person but even someone as brash as myself can recognize the value in those qualities. Though we haven't worked together as much as I've wanted, I do have to say that Ryoku is one of my favorite characters. Perhaps some of your skill as a roleplayer and writer comes from your disposition. If that is true then I would be more jealous and then we'd have a little problem. XD

To Chrome

Neighbor! Well, I mean neighbor as in "you actually live on the same continent as me." A remarkable accolade, I know. But the world is vast and the internet is more vast and about three times as scary. While you may play jokes on my American ways, you've been a cool guy too. Though, in all fairness, perhaps joking about America is cool in and of itself. So double cool? Eh, I don't give a fuck. Anyways, we need to play Left 4 Dead. After I get a new mic. And if it isn't too much to ask, after Gero finishes his damn video. But that may never happen so let's just keep our heads out of the clouds on that one.

To Sketcher

Y u gotta art so good? I had some requests for you before, but I never got around to asking you for them. Don't remember why I never did, but perhaps I'll ask you when you have some free time in the future. I could always just ask right now. But nah. The common folk don't need to know that you are a good artist. They may already know, but with my insight you can be the next Michelangelo... Or better yet I can just stop being a conceited fuck. That could work too. But plz, don't charge me commission. x3

To Glitchy and GamerGeek

Ha ha, you both got stuck in the same hider. But there's a good reason for that. You two have been in the "game" as long as I have, if not longer. And I don't just mean NewGen, I mean Naruto roleplays in general. Us three, we OldGen. Because of this, it is up to us to ensure that NewGen doesn't descend to the level of OldGen. And if I'm gone, that means it is up to you two to keep it real. Basically I'm asking you guys to be Batman. Except there can only be one Batman so one of you has to settle for Robin. Not Nightwing, but Robin. You two also have to decide that on your own.

To Arkie and Shadow

Neighbors! And you two are actually in the same country as me! Only you both are kinda... seriously afk. Like damn you both are vanished and will probably never see this. But in the slight chance that you do find this post I want to remind you that we have to show our American pride. Though not in the ignorant, racist way that most people on the internet do. We're better than that. True patriots only show their colors, not wave them around. But on top of that, both of you are hella fun. Shadow needs to invest in a computer microphone so in VCs we don't have to hear Chicago behind her, and Arkie needs to appear sometime soon so we can L4D again.

To Alice

We may not be on speaking terms right now and I'm not ready or willing to recant that, but do know that our problem has nothing to do with me leaving NewGen. And credit where credit is due, you are actually an excellent writer. One that has inspired me on several occasions, which isn't a small feat because I'm conceited and arrogant as fuck. Take that for what you will.

This may come across as a goodbye, but really it's more like an interim warning. I may be leaving the stage but I'm still going to be in the theater. If that analogy made any sense. I'm not a playwright and I'm hardly a writer but I think I've explained everything. If I somehow missed something, as impossible as that is, then by all means tell me. I'll probably answer any questions though I imagine I left little room for those.

Oh wait, I almost forgot.

To NewGen

I'm sappy as fuck, aren't I? This might get interpreted as a general message to all the players involved in the roleplay, but this is actually toward the roleplay itself. So excuse me for a moment while I pretend the roleplay is both sentient and animate because this section is actually a goodbye.

NewGen has been great. It was born out of a need for a roleplay that wasn't bullshit or run by an asshole. Unfortunately I still managed to get a position of power so that second part isn't quite true here but close enough. This was actually the first Naruto roleplay that focused on characters over combat. That sounds like a small feat to anyone that wasn't around for what is now referred to as "OldGen" when the Naruto roleplays were either solely focused on combat or if they weren't the character development and interactions were less-than-stellar. But for someone that has seen that, it is actually quite a landmark.

Many good things have come of this, both in-character and out-of-character. I'm no sob story but NewGen has helped me through some hard times. The vast majority of my memories here are awesome, despite the last few months. The changes that have been made over the duration have just enhanced the roleplay and most everyone enjoys it. While I'm not included in that figure it doesn't make it a bad thing. People have tastes and even if it has evolved past mine that doesn't change the greatness that is NewGen. Everyone puts hard work into their characters and ideas, and it goes to show. Perhaps I didn't convey it well, but way back when RPG crashed I actually was quite devastated at how much we lost.

All in all, this is actually quite a difficult goodbye for me. It's better for everyone this way, but that doesn't change the glory of the past. While NewGen is moving toward it's next stage in "life" (I kinda can't say that seriously, given the roleplay isn't actually alive), so am I. And because of that I actually can let it go. If I was a smarter man I would've done so sooner rather than drag things down. At this point, I'm practically spare baggage to NewGen. And like the vestigial appendix of the human body, I need to be cut out. Kinda harsh when I put it that way, but no other way to put it really. Kinda sad that I'm leaving, but also a good thing. One less thing to impede progress of the great.

Two shots for NewGen. One for each year. Stay strong and don't forget the core values that you started with. Else I'll have to kick your ass.

This post really needs to stop before it starts to make me look like some kind of... I don't even know. Someone that isn't me. But don't anyone worry about me. Everyone has their trials and tribulations. Believe me when I say: I got this. If you're not smiling you better start because when you're getting caught up on what is leaving you won't notice what is staying. Damn that made me sound more proverbial than I actually am. Oh well, time for the summation of this entire announcement. But before I go, I relinquish all rights to my current characters and grant permission to anyone to do anything they deem necessary to my characters provided it benefits the roleplay. Itinerary complete.

Jacob out.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Well it wouldn't be hard for Lazarus as it is only the next day from when we last saw him. XD

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

Hmm. I'll say Kin has been on board for a while. Don't feel like giving a specific number yet since I don't know how long Yuriko has even owned her nameless ship yet. XD

@RBYDark: Kin would've just been polite about the flirting thing, but would always politely decline. Unless his flirting levels are off the charts, then I don't know.

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The real cook is here.

Pirates From Way Out - A lighthearted Space Pirate RP with a twist Interest Check and Signups

Knowing how to prepare food is very important when you have an extremely limited supply. In Kin's case it is simply that she was taught to cook as part of her gender role in her family. She wasn't prepared much for space travel. XD

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Took me a bit, but here's an attempt.

Kin Miyashita

Name: Miyashita, Kin
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Personality: Though calm and reserved, Kin is often seen smiling. A general outgoing attitude with a somewhat subservient nature. A definite follower, not a leader. While she is passive more often than not, at seemingly random instances she can display a brief flash of aggression and then immediately carry on like nothing happened. Keeping things organized and understandable are important, so she will often take a moment to think about what she says before speaking and will speak slowly and softly when she does. This behavior is often mistaken to be a sign of unintelligence, but that is far from the truth. Kin is very well educated and analytical, and will not hesitate to use her knowledge whenever the situation arises. On the topic of her ability with a sword, she is rather oblivious of it and thinks of herself as a mere amateur. As a direct result of that, she elects not to fight unless it is deemed necessary by a higher power.
Skills: Kin is a very well educated woman, giving her shining mathematical and cultural knowledge. Combined with her tidiness and organization, she would make a remarkable accountant or secretary. Of course, the years of training with the traditions of her family have made her a remarkable swordswoman (and cook) as well.
Equipment:
Sekisetsu - A modern vibro-sword modeled after an original Miyashita family heirloom of the same name. Stored in a mechanical sheathe with spring-action capability, Sekisetsu is capable of slicing through titanium in a clean swing. The blade is approximately 40 inches, making the sword a total length of 50 inches when sheathed. Due to this size, it is not always on her person.
Electronic Notepad - The most common thing to find in Kin's hands. A notebook that is capable of storing and retrieving data. Used to keep track of many various things. Somewhat fragile, so there are a few spares stored away in Kin's quarters.
Brief Backstory: The Miyashita clan can trace its history all the way back to Earth to feudal Japan. While hundreds of years ago it was nothing more than a family, mankind's jump to space provided great opportunities for the opportunistic, including the Miyashita. Flash forward several centuries and the Miyashita family are now the ruling power over the entire planet of Alpha-Sigma 9, lovingly abbreviated to AS9. Though born to the royal family, Kin Miyashita was not in line to take the throne. Nor could she ever possibly take it anyways due to her gender and the conflict it would create with the traditions imposed by the Miyashita upon AS9. Her father's uncle was the Emperor, however, and with that ticket she was able to get the best of things life had to offer. Money, education, the finest of foods and the most luxurious of palaces. Of course, her father also versed her in the family history and traditions. While training to surpass her father in the art of the katana, or perhaps more accurately the "vibro-katana", Kin was challenged to a duel by the Emperor's grandson. Unknowing of the man that challenged her, she defeated him and embarrassed the royal family greatly. As per tradition she was to be punished by an exile of twenty years, for her to learn the error of her ways and to repent for her crimes. None of which she quite agreed with but inevitably followed the command at risk of her life. Taking her grandfather's sword, Kin left AS9. This was twelve years ago. Now, she has found a "livelihood" working aboard the unnamed ship under command of Captain Yuriko. The money "earned" allows her a small slice of the life she once lived. The details of her recruitment are largely unknown, but whenever anyone would ask how someone as "soft" as her ended up on a pirate ship, Kin answers: "Pirates are known as merciless, violent, and greedy people. The Captain needed someone to keep these pirates in line to keep her cargo safe. So of course she needed someone like me to do the job."
Position in Crew: Quartermaster - Oversees the handling, storage, and recording of cargo.

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Hmmm...

I might write up a character for this. Seems fun.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Though the night was growing dark, Magnolia was still alive with activity. Granted it was slowly beginning to settle down. Across the city from the Guild Hall stood a simple apartment complex, surrounded by several others just like it. At this moment, an elderly lady was walking up the steps, her keys already in hand. Though simple in clothing, she carried herself almost like royalty. Before she could unlock the front door, she felt like something was behind her. Considering the empty street, that was impossible. But the chill it gave her prompted her to turn her head regardless.

"Hello ma'am." The old lady jumped in surprise to see Maddox standing at the bottom of the stairs, already waving at her. She was baffled as to how he could appear so quickly, as she was where he was not two seconds ago. Then the surprise vanished and a scowl formed on her face. "You've been gone for over three months!" the lady shouted, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "That's three months of rent you owe! And the due date for this month is next week, too!" The red-haired Mage began laughing at her aggressive display, walking up the steps to stand next to her. Side-by-side, it was clear that the landlady was much shorter than Maddox. "Sorry about that. I got a little caught up in something important while I was out on a job."

He reached inside his coat and withdrew a small sack of money. He held it out for the lady and had to wait a moment for her to take it, as she first eyed him skeptically. "That's the rent I owe. And this month. And the next few months." With a sigh, she grabbed the pouch and unlocked the front door. "You're a good boy, Maddy. You better not be late on rent again," she warned as she strutted down the hallway past a flight of stairs, towards the back of the building. This just left Maddox chuckling to himself as he closed the front door behind himself. "I won't be late on it again, Ms. Hecksworth." With that settled, the smile slowly vanished after letting out a sigh of relief. As he ascended the stairs the landlady had passed up, Maddox began taking off his fur coat.

By the time he was at the top of the stairs, his coat was hanging over his left forearm. The black, sleeveless shirt was now visible, as well as his toned arms, red guild mark, and black skull tattoo. The apartment door furthest from the stairs belonged to the key in his pocket, and after unlocking it and stepping inside, he seemed almost surprised that everything was as he left it. From the clothes on the couch to the dishes in the sink. "So nobody broke in while I was out," he joked to himself. "There'd be less dust." Tossing his coat on the couch next to a similar coat, Maddox walked over to the solitary window the apartment had. Though it wasn't particularly high up, it gave a good view over Magnolia. In fact, he could see the rooftop of the Guild Hall in the distance.

With another sigh, he relaxed himself onto the only seat on his couch that wasn't occupied by clothes. Resting his elbow on the armrest and his head on his hand, he gazed across the room toward the opposite wall. Upon it was a large corkboard with many reports and pictures pinned to it. At his distance it was impossible to properly read anything on the board, but his eyes fixed themselves on a picture that was pinned to the top-left corner. It was taken shortly after he had joined Phoenix Wing, two years ago. A picture of a slightly younger Maddox wearing a black bandana and a red and black striped t-shirt. Sitting at the bar next to him was Master Jamie. Though, that would be impossible for anyone else but Maddox to recognize due to Jamie's constantly changing form. In this picture, he was a young, blonde girl. Behind the counter, with a bottle in his hand, was Jarvis. Maddox looked at the picture for a moment. It was rather simple and held no real meaning as it was taken randomly. But it served as a good reminder of what life used to be like.

At the time of that picture, there was much more darkness tainting his heart. The weight of sin tortured him then. Yet in the picture he was smiling. The red-haired Mage let out a sigh, now leaning back against the couch. "I'm going to do it this time," he said aloud, despite the lack of audience. "I'm going to confess my crimes." His gaze shifted up to the ceiling as he leaned his head back. Tomorrow, we will be exterminating another source of the darkness, he began thinking, abandoning the previous method of talking to himself. I've been holding myself back for so long. And while that has helped me recover in some ways, it has hindered me in others. I have matured to the point where I can handle the truth now. His gaze shifted toward the window now, looking out across the rooftops of Magnolia. The question is whether everyone else can.