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Me Mam always told me I was special.
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Well then. I'm exceedingly British, rather sarcastic and I love a good shipfest in my RPs. Also male. Funny, that. Fair warning, I will treat you like an adult. That means I will mock you, point out your mistakes and most likely /cringe when you do something really autistic. Being an adult means accepting criticism and working to improve yourself, not ignoring it. And if I need calling out on my bullshit, just do it. Please. Nothing is worse than not realising that you've said or done something stupid til a week after the fact.

I currently live in Japan, so my posting hours are... weird. Please bear with me.

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Bound in Service


Lights dance in the stillness of the mind, soft and warm. Memories fade away, inconsequential for whatever comes next. A voice sounds from afar. 'Awaken... Awaken.' The lights grow brighter, hotter as the voice grows to a crescendo and then ends. Your eyes open. You have arrived.




Many dream of alternate worlds, places of mystery and magic, of vibrant fantasy and epic tales. So many of these dreams are influenced by games, stories and legend. They tell of amazing worlds ripe for adventure, where you can be free and powerful and live out your wildest fantasies. But not all in the multiverse is sunshine and roses; many worlds are desolate, depressing places or else are much like our own. This tale is set in one of those less-than idyllic worlds, where life can be brutal and short.

Unlike ours, this world has no name. Here humanity exists in a constant state of conflict with itself and the world around them. Great empires rise and fall, tyrants dominate, get overthrown and all the while the others that inhabit this verdant world hunt the unfortunate. Magic is one of humanity's only advantages, giving it just enough of an edge to become the dominant race, but nevertheless their borders are always tested. From the lowest goblin to the mightiest dragon, every other sentient being has a bone to pick.

In the midst of all this grimdark fantasy, some bright spark came up with an idea; a way to create soldiers that were utterly loyal, capable of surviving the most horrific injuries and most importantly, cheap to produce. Using sorcery to bind a living spirit was an old trick, but one mage found a way to bind them to themselves, forcing them to use their own souls to create a physical body. These bound spirits could be controlled through runes and were effectively immortal; you could chop their arms off and so long as they were sewn back on, the wound would heal in a matter of hours. The mages created hundreds of these Servants, selling them to kings and generals as bodyguards. With a bit of training, a Servant could become anything. Naturally as Servants became more common they started to be used for other things; cheap manual labour is always helpful.

But that's not what's important right now. What's important is where these spirits come from. What if I told you that when we dream, our souls leave the body and start wandering off? Sometimes these souls stray across the boundary between worlds, resulting in lurid dreams as they experience things beyond our comprehension. Now most souls get back home in time for morning, but occasionally one will get... waylaid. You get where I'm going with this. Servants are the bound souls of humans from our world, unlucky sods who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The act of binding drains most of their memories, leaving them confused but capable when they awaken. Most Servants understand that they came from some place else and a few can even recall echoes of their past lives, but it hardly matters. Servants cannot die and can only be released when unbound. Of course even if they were to be unbound, there's a good to high chance the original body would have died, so... let's not try.

And that, in a round about kinda way, is why you're here. Welcome to Heinrick's Tower, producer of discount Servants since 899. You've just been bound, so I imagine you're all rather confused at the moment but don't worry! I've been through it myself, so I can vouch for the Master's talent. You won't remember any of this when you wake up anyway. Right now I'm just doing some checks on your bodies as they materialise, seeing how much we'll get for you. Don't worry girls, this is an upstanding establishment. We only sell to trusted clients after all.

In any event, I look forward to seeing you when you awaken. Cheerio!

Roman, Slave Trader's Servant




I've been toying with this idea for a while now, adding influence from difference sources over time. The idea is that the players are Servants summoned from Earth, then sold as slaves to someone who needs bodyguards. This guy has a plan but s/he ain't letting anything slip. The story would roll out slowly over time, leading on from the moment they're sold, through him training them and such. I'd probably be aiming for about 3/4 players, plus my character (the buyer) to round it off. Wouldn't be against having a few more if there's enough interest though. This INT is in both casual and advanced because I'm aiming to keep literacy at high-casual/low-advanced level.

So... anyone interested or have a burning question they need answered? The answer is always bacon.
Btw, the title is terrible. If anyone comes up with a better sounding name for this RP, pls tell me.
Are we waiting on anyone?
Since we have a few more characters, I'm going to shelve YukiHime for the moment. I'll probably finish the CS and introduce her a bit later on in the plot, if there's still space then.
Brandenburg


John Cena's placation did little to ease her concerns. Anyone who started a dream sequence by decking the first person he came across had issues. At least he seemed to regret it. Brandenburg relaxed a little, surprised that the sudden violence had had such an effect on her; it wasn't like Ryan walked around with knives strapped to his hip, so why did her hands fall so naturally toward them? If the dream theory was correct then that explained it, but the more she thought about it, the less likely that became. 'Brandenburg, I guess. Feels a bit odd to use my in-game name, but I suppose it's appropriate.' She took his hand warily, giving a firm handshake. Probably didn't feel all that feminine, but at this point who cared about staying completely in character?

'I ain't seen shit, bar the two of you. Hell, last thing I remember I was at home, dozing off.' She waved a hand vaguely back the way she came. 'Woke up over there somewhere, in a field.' Red might have been after someone specifically but to be honest in these circumstances, they were lucky to find anyone. Turning this way and that, Brandenburg tried to orientate herself. The wind brought a faint tang of sea air and looking through the trees to the east, she could see structures in the distance. '... Last time I was on ET, I logged just outside of New Apple. I suppose that's here.' They weren't going to figure much out standing in the woods and while she didn't know either Red nor Jarv, there was always safety in numbers. 'What say we head into town? Maybe there's a GM there or something.'
Mahz, y u do dis?
Then again, with a bit of refinement it'll look pretty good.
Caliban and I should have our collab up soon. In the meantime, where is everyone..?
I'm not great at running multiple characters, but I might give it a whirl.
Laissez-feminism; where feminists sit back and wait for the world to treat them equally.
Before Duncan could point her out, Minerva made her presence known. 'Well, yeah. There she is. Bit of luck we found her really. Don't suppose there are any other captives we need to find?' At this point he doubted they could make another run down to the prison levels; they had well and truly stirred the hive down there. 'Please say no.' He laid Kein down next to Ashton as she started summoning something, most likely her GF; presumably she had a way down? Oh yes, yes indeed. 'Oh rather... Griff, do us a favour and fly this one down too. He's one of ours, but they've hurt him pretty bad. Probably won't make it if he tries the same way down I'm taking.' He looked up at the taciturn SeeD and gave a thumbs up, not really expecting a reply.

He trotted back over to Xerox, grinning inanely to cover the fact that he had practically ignored everything he said. 'Cheers my dears.' Duncan felt an indescribable feeling of fortitude and relief flow over him as he buckled up his junction drive, once more feeling Artio's reassuring weight in his mind. He could also feel the effects of her junctions bleeding through; his wounds no longer stung and he could think much clearer. Much relief was felt. 'Plan is to jump ship. Literally.' He spared an amused glance at the two naked prisoners. 'They'll be fine and if they're not, I won't shed any tears.' That did leave the Galbadian soldiers, but they would have been trained on aerial insertions anyway. Just like the SeeDs, they would have magic spare for the fall. 'Anyone who doesn't know how to get down or is out of Floats, start thinking outside the box. Make a pool of Water, a bed of Aero, anything.' His lips twisted into a sadistic grin. 'Remember your training and you will make it back alive.'

He finally turned his attention back to Jake as he got an answer for his second question and, oh shit, his blood ran cold. 'E-Eika's here..?' He slowly turned to the open doorway as people started jumping, suddenly quite afraid to make that step. Maybe she had forgiven him for sending her away from Deling City..? Maybe... probably not. For a brief moment he wondered if his chances would be better downstairs with the Galbadians... 'I, uh... I-in any case! Let's go. Gotta get out of the base, then we can worry about... other... things.' He struggled to regain his momentum after that shocking little revelation. He had to move, or else emotion (mainly fear) might root him to the spot. 'Alright, I'm diving.' He took a moment to quickly junction a few Floats to the two prisoners, knowing he had precious few left, before sprinting toward the ledge. He dragged the poor, confused and now terrified Fresno with him over the edge and the two of them fell face-first toward the sand far, far below. The soldier screamed wordlessly, taken utterly by surprise by Duncan's sudden action. Barely a second before they impacted, the SeeD cast a tripled Float on himself, holding onto Fresno with an iron grip as they gently floated down the last few metres. Their feet gently touched the ground and Fresno promptly fell to his knees, vomiting. For his part, Duncan took a deep breath of free air, grinning like an idiot. 'There, that wasn't so bad, was it- oooh, nasty...'
Brandenburg


It was a bit of an adjustment, but Ryan was used to roleplaying Brandenburg in-game; it was just a matter of switching mental pronouns and asking what his psychotic ex would do. She took note of the guy's distinctive hair, endgame gear and, to her fascination, the status bar floating near his head. As expected of an Elder Tale themed dream; even the font was the same used in the game. Red. Suitable, if dry. He started to introduce himself, only to be interrupted by a surprise fist to the face. She stared blankly as the two boxed briefly, utterly bewildered by the sudden violence. Once the dust had settled, Brandenburg turned to the attacker, her hands drifting instinctively to the blades on her belt. '... A right charmer, you, aren't you?', she said incredulously, taking note of the face and cap. Her heart sank; he looked a lot like those ten year old internet hardboys who thought they were gangsters. The John fucking Cena reference was enough to turn an already bad first impression to thinly veiled contempt. She took a few steps back, already regretting getting involved.

Red had also backed off and Brandenburg raised a hand placatingly. 'Wasn't planning on it.' He was clearly ready for a fight though, his fists up in a ready position; Red was a Monk too, not someone she particularly wanted to get into fisticuffs with. 'How's this; if baseball-cap here gives any more trouble, I'm on your side.' Her hands gripping the hilts of her kukris, Brandenburg's mind began to race. Ryan had never had a dream this real before, especially not one about John Cena being a twat. He felt a creeping fear sink in as the possibility occurred to him that maybe, just maybe this wasn't a dream after all.
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