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@MissCapnCrunchWill start work on my CS now, hopefully it'll be done by tomorrow.

Game/reality show-esque roleplay?

@MissCapnCrunchI need to take a break from GMing, so consider me interested 100% in this.

~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

@HokumPocus@Polaris North@OliveYouGreat to hear you three and poi are on board. First I'll see how many are joining, then we'll decide on whether or not we'll be giving the chance for others to join, and finally...I'll make another post that'll give people the freedom to start posting again when they wish.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Grant Hyral

@Ambra
_{Wall Rose - Trost District
@Poi}

Grant kept moving, seeing the ceiling be littered with the flailed hooks of those fortunate enough to have gas. They were fast, faster than those stuck on their feet like Grant was. As his vision remained somewhat blurred due to his panic, he could still make out some small travesties across the other side of the supply hall. A few cats, caught in the hands of the great beasts that plagued the room, district and world. Everything was terrifying to even take in, and he couldn't help but feel nothing but fear and anger at his own plan. There would've been the time for a better plan, if they had just waited longer. But they couldn't, there was such a panic from Grant that they were now being forced to withstand the hellish area they were now within.

So far the group on the ground had each made around 4 trips back and fourth, giving everyone upstairs at least two canisters each. This was the plan after all, but the losses being shown from loading the canisters into the lift were apparent, and the death toll began to slowly grow. Not only those helpless on the ground were being picked off, but those in the upper levels in their gear were also being caught in the moment of death and dishonor. It was painful to witness; it was hideous to deal with. It was finally the time for Grant's morals to take its toll on the situation. As he ran, with two final full canisters resting tightly under each arm, he called up to those on the ground and those in the roofing. They needed to understand what was happening before he could even think about putting any plan of action into play.

"E-Everyone! F-Fall back to the lift, we can't continue for any longer!" As he made he was back, almost lobbing the canisters onto the lift, he waited, pulling as many of those scurrying around on the floor onto the lift. Those who were still fighting were dependent on keeping the Titan threat away from the lift in order to save those who were helpless in the fight. Once everyone was aboard who was without their ODM gear, he called up the shaft for those in control to start hoisting them up with the built-in mechanisms. The lift shunted, as if it hesitated at first, before it began to rise slowly with the creaking sounds of wood holding the weight of the loaded canisters. It was a lot of cargo to be lifting in such a short notice, but Grant hoped to the walls and stars that they would be able to lift themselves up in time. The lift continued to ascend and Grant called out to all of those who were still fighting in the Cadets. He wasn't aware that there was anyone else from the senior and veteran corps of the military. They were all called to rejoin the lift, seeing as it was now halfway up its ascent and out of most of the Titan's reach...

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Mateo Julius

_{Unknown Location}

A stern look struck his face, splintering the room with a dismal look. Mateo was no stranger to the conflict, not anymore than Marissa, his closest companion, was. To some degree, he was used to it and accepted it only as his life. This, however, was not a reason to excuse his remorse for witnessing such disaster and defeat throughout the city. On the journey to the headquarters, which involved countless attempts at cutting down opposing titans, Mateo had seen countless bodies littered around the area, still not consumed by the dark entities that plagued the face of the earth. It was a bleak day indeed, even for someone as used to death as Mateo. He was sure that his more formal brother, Johan, would also be less pleased by the sights of the young and old dead, despite their differences in personality. But then there were Captains like Alice Hart...

Captain Al' Hart wasn't someone that was acquainted with the previous Squad Leader, but Mateo knew many things about her from rumors and past experiences with others. In all honesty, he thought she was no different to him before he was discharged. They had finally been paired, and he knew exactly that the Captain would have no idea who she was partnered with. Two veterans, probably serving only a year less than herself, who were removed from the frontlines due to their decisions on the battlefield. Johan would have been a much more satisfying Captain to watch over them, but he was with the second group of soldiers that made up the initial expedition. It was a price to pay, having someone you didn't know and weren't quite sure to trust, but Mateo held his composure and accepted it.

Marissa stated that their Captain's enthusiasm and eagerness to fight was quite humorous, but Mateo found it worrying. Knowing Marissa like the back of his hand, and vice versa, she could only expect for him to share his own true opinions on the matter. You can't suppress a soldier's own mind, after all.

"It's her ego that is keeping her from being restrained. I should know from my own behavior, after all." He nodded at her callouts for a plan as the two sprang into action, finally covering the last time the lift was returning to the safer upper-layers of the headquarters. It was unfortunate however that he hadn't yet spotted someone that would light up his mood once more.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Time to revive this RP with a long awaited post

~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

@Poi@HokumPocus@OliveYou@RumikoOhara@PrincePierce@Polaris North I have returned, and decided to continue this RP. Who here is still interested? I apologise greatly for my departure originally, but I will be continue this for the sake of everyone and the fact I want to. This also means we don't need to restart it unnecessarily

~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

It's come to my attention that I have failed at being a good GM with my flare up in mental health issues. I am thus stating that this RP will indeed be closing with much regret. I need to find a way to revive my love for Roleplaying, so within a few weeks I'll be launching another RP. This one will be war orientated but I doubt that'll succeed either. Please have my pardons for this awful outcome.

~ Valkyria Chronicles: Squad 11 ~

I probably made this RP with poor timing. I'm really sorry everything is going wrong as it now.

~ Valkyria Chronicles: Squad 11 ~

I understand that this is getting ridiculous, but I'm still unable to post. It you can, please hold, though I would understand if you find this distasteful.

~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

I understand that this is getting ridiculous, but I'm still unable to post. It you can, please hold, though I would understand if you find this distasteful.