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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@Oddsbod Much better! I did get the idea from your fighting style that he was very wild and unpredictable (This guy found ONE WEIRD TRICK to beat opponents! Nagas HATE him!), and the new changes reflect that a lot better. Personally I don't think you need to have the caveat of the moves being usable only one time, but if its for story reasons I can see why you're going in that direction.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@Oddsbod So Allen's the one who has the final say on the character but as Co-GM I wanted to weigh in and let you know what I was thinking.

First of all, I love the character and his backstory, and I think it's a perfect edition to the world we're building here (plus I really like how you play with the Chosen One story here, really clever). That being said, I think his power set would be an issue. Your fighting style suggested that he could copy abilities from opponents and use them as his own (ie Shujinko from Mortal Kombat Deception), but his actual special moves seem to be random abilities that he took from offscreen opponents. It comes across as a bit inconsistent and it's a little confusing trying to work out what exactly you can do.

I don't want to dictate what your character's powers are (because again it's still a great character and inconsistent moveset aside his powers are really cool), but I would suggest streamlining his powers a bit more. Personally I would cut it in half and build my moveset around either his ability to copy his opponents moves or just having a wide variety of different special abilities to draw on. I think the copying powers would be a better choice for this character based on his backstory but again I don't want to dictate how you build him.

Either way, I'm interested to see him in action and I hope the issues can be worked out quickly. :)

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Posting tonight, sorry for the wait. ^^

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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"VALHALLA!!!!"

Screaming and splintered wood filled the air in the marketplace as a large Russian man was thrown through a fruit stand, scattering the crowd and flinging melons in every direction. Seconds later there was an earthshaking 'thud' as Klara landed in front of her opponent. With a faltering roar cry he tried to rip himself from the wreckage of the fruit cart and was met with an ice totem that slammed him right back into the cart. Thus, with a shuddering groan as the totem fell apart, the Russian slumped to the ground, his eyes going fuzzy as he went limp.

"Done already?" Klara boasted, sounding jovial despite the screaming, retreating crowd of people around her. "I was expecting more of a...oh!"

Klara paused as she reached to brush off her chest and felt the handle of a knife lodged tightly in her stomach. Regarding it with mild curiosity, she reached down with both hands this time and deftly yanked the knife out. Tossing the blade aside, she noticed the puddle of water growing under her feet, and tenderly felt the wound. The Russian, it seemed, had made a very lucky blow. Perhaps lucky enough to take her out of a completion that, while she liked, just wasn't worth melting over, she realized with a pang of sadness.

As the crowd subsided, however, another sound greeted Klara's ears. Turning around suspiciously, she saw an odd looking woman sitting on an overturned fruit stand, clapping for her.

"A fine show, Klara," she said sweetly, like a proud teacher praising their student. "A most splendid performance!

"Who are you?" Klara demanded, sounding a bit unfriendlier then she usually did. Something about this woman seemed off to her, maybe even unnatural.

"Oh, just a distant...admirer," the woman said in her saccharine tone of voice, almost gliding towards her. Her green eyes darted from Klara's blue to the nasty knife wound in her chest. "It's unusual to see a Jotunn these days, especially one with such skill as your own."

"I...well, thank you," Klara said, a little confused by her tone. "I take it you're following the tournament, then."

"Following it enough to know you won't last long with an unpleasant injury like that," the woman said, her green eyes still darting back and forth methodically. "Here, have this." Without warning the woman shoved a frosted flask of a blue liquid into her hands, which bubbled in spite of the chilled contents.

"...how did you find this?" Klara asked in amazement, easily recognizing the Jotunn alcoholic salve. "This has been a closely guarded secret for as long as I can remember."

"Oh, ancient secrets are something of a specialty for us." the woman said cryptically as Klara quaffed the healing brew, the gruesome wound on her chest freezing over and turning to flesh again in a matter of seconds. "Besides, I would hate to see someone of your caliber drop out of the tournament."

"Odin's eye, the tournament! I almost forgot! Thank you for your assistance, friend!" Making sure to step gingerly over the spilled fruit, she immediately set off for the tournament area at a jog to prepare to face her next opponent. The woman waved goodbye kindly, then looked around to make sure she was out of sight before turning around to face the grounded Russian. As she strode over, her body began to shift and transform like flowing water, her common clothes fluttering as they morphed into an elegant set of robes and her legs melting together to form a great serpent's tail. Smiling in satisfaction at being in her own skin again, Vindani Zaman slithered over to the ruined fruit cart just as the Russian man's eyes fluttered open. Catching the cold glare from her eye, the man smiled sheepishly and tried to stumble to his feet.

"When I told you to document the Nomads fighting the human terrorists," she said coolly. "I did not intend for you to actually kill one of them."

"It was an accident!" the Russian man said indignantly, his voice suddenly high pitched, feminine, and tinged with a Japanese accent. "Besides, you saw how big she was, I- YEAAH!"

The Russian man was lifted off his feet as a glowing snake shot from Vindani's sleeve and snared him around the leg. There was a pop and a shower of sparks as the Russian man was instantly replaced by a young girl in a kimono, held upside down in the air by several of the nine fox tails growing from her back.

"Then I will be blunt," Vindani said in an icy tone, her face inches away from the kitsune girl's. "If you stab another Nomad like that, I will stab you, and there will not be any Jotunn brews to save you from it. Are we clear?"

"Cr-crystal, boss!"

"Good," the Naga said, dropping her on the ground like a sack of books. "Go finish the assignment I gave you. I will continue observation of the tournament."

"You got it boss!" the kitsune said with a salute. There was another pop as the kitsune took the form of a normal woman dressed in body armor and the Massacre Soldier colors and headed back towards the other nomads. Shaking her head in irritation as she slithered back to the tournament area, Vindani thought of the haughty ice giantess again as she transformed back into the green-eyed woman,

Klara Grimolfdottir would make for a fine pawn.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

I'm finished with my classes for the semester, just a heads up. :)

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

And there we go!

So I may retcon this a bit, but I'm playing Zhanna as not knowing English too well since she's a Russian peasant. If there's anyone here that speaks Russian though lemme know and I'll tweak that post to reflect it. :P

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

"Здравствуйте, Как поживаешь? Hello, how is...how ARE....you?"

This was demeaning, Zhanna thought to herself in irritation as she traipsed back and forth across the barracks, a bundle of papers clutched in her hands, and perused what phrase to recite next. She tried to concentrate, tried to sift through the words she knew, trying to separate it from the meaningless French, German, and Spanish that got thrown around. It was almost as bad as when she tried to learn how to read back in Kiev, only without the others laughing at her behind her back. She assumed.

Not that she needed to speak their language to know who they were, of course. Stalin wasn't going to let the other Allies have the Daughter of the Revolution without knowing exactly what they planned to do with her, and if the briefing Zhanna got shortly before she set out was any indication, the NKVD had been quite diligent in finding out what kind of people the Americans wanted. The Frenchman who could repair anything (she had looked forward to meeting him), the Japanese-German pagan that thoroughly scared everyone in the room, the German siblings and the Spaniard from the first attempt at this team; it wasn't a lot, just the basics in order to know which one was which, but she felt it would be wise not to bring it up once she figured out how to passably speak English. Some of the files they had about the Yankee seductress in particular were...interesting.

Before Zhanna could take another crack at the phrase pamphlet, Капитан...ahem...Captain Stevens entered the barracks and made his announcement to the group. Luckily she managed to catch the gist of the order with her shaky grasp of English and collected her things in preparation for more training. As they got into position and the others argued with the Captain about some milestone, Zhanna thought back to a year ago when a general she was acquainted with loudly complained that 'The damned Yankees spend more time drilling then they do fighting!' Based on what the experience here had been so far, Zhanna had to admit he was right. Granted her only real experience in the military came when she was largely cannon fodder, but it was still impressive how often she and the others were put through drills and exercises that the officers back home would have considered excessive.

Not that she didn't mind, of course. Growing up doing farm and factory work made physical activity easy, and at times she actually did enjoy going on these training regimens, learning new techniques and generally staying active. Glancing towards the seductress gliding onto the field looking irritated, she got the feeling that she was alone in that sentiment. Smirking, she shook her head dismissively and, noticing the Frenchman and the Canadian had started running off towards Curahee, quickly broke into a jog and went after them, with a cursory "До свидания!" to the others in the team.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@lavulman Very sorry, things are crazy with me right now and I'm trying to make time to do some writing in between final projects. I'll try to get my first snake post up tonight though and stop slowing us down :P

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Gonna try and post sometime today, pardon my lateness

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@KaiserElectric It is a reference to a song "It's a long way to Tipperary"

@Oak7ree

Yeah I got the reference, it was just an unusual choice of words is all. :P