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Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Understood; I'll edit my post, then.
Very good profile, NP!
Manila
Carlos Cortez was the young and charismatic leader of the Philippine Social Democratic Party, born during the American Occupation, lived through the nationalist revolutions and the Chinese War, and now, in the ten years of Chinese Occupation, made a name for himself as a politician and party officer. Driven, determined, and above all, attractive, he can be a bit reckless and selfish, but that was more than eclipsed by the fact that, well, he genuinely wanted what was best for his nation. And, in this Election Debate, he can, and will, prove it. For Carlos was now facing the incumbent, President Ramon Cristobal, who, despite the taint of corruption, still held, in his corpulent, pale, form, an air of experience. And, so, Carlos had to be careful.
"Capitalism has failed us," Ramon Cristobal was now saying, "The American system of 'Free Enterprise' has only brought money and power to a few, an oligarchy," how ironic considering that Cristobal was born from the ranks of that same oligarchy, "who hoarded their wealth, built dynasty after dynasty of collaborators, and, furthermore, betrayed their own ideals of competition by the instiution of company monopolies and the gifting of entire corporations to cronies. And now, ang bata na ito (this child here), wants to bring back that system? While at the same time plunging us to a future war? War has brought nothing but pain and suffering towards our people, everyone here must know that," there was actually some passion in that plea, and so it was Carlos' turn:
"And look what is happening now!" the brown-skinned, well-built, black-haired and brown-eyed man spoke, looking immaculate in his suit. "We may not be suffering anymore, but can we call this prosperity? We used to be happy, even under the system of exploitation that you decry. We used to meet life with a smile, with optimism. We used to dream that if we worked hard, we would be able to live a happy life, resting upon the fruit of our labors. The only thing wrong with that dream was that it was a lie, but it was a lie that could have been made into truth. Look at us! We have health and education, but we lack work! We have land and are free from the hand of the tyrannical landlord, but not the means to improve said land!" He then continued:
"Our State-Run Enterprises are, with few exceptions," Carlos meant the Mining Industry, "corrupt and inefficent, reliant on constant subsidies to keep running. Our currency is kept up by artificial means. Our trade is supposedly needs-based, yet we have no surplus to call our own! We are wasting money and resources that we can better use elsewhere!" He now had the initiative, and would press on:
"As for the coming war with Spain and the Comitern, Spain has learned nothing from her earlier failures, and is starting a war to destroy the very systems you hold dear. they despoil and demean the people of the world, denying them their basic rights. Let us not forget the fact that we were once theirs, the days of the Friars, of the Forced Labor, of the denial of positions based on skin color. A war on them is a war to save the world -" it was not Ramon's turn.
"Our State-Run enterprises have provided the Government with revenue that it uses for the benefit of the people, never forget that," Ramon was giving a somewhat angry rebuttal, "and as for War, you know nothing of it, and furthermore, it is obvious to everyone that you just want to send troops against Spain - eventually - so that our Chinese Protectors would look upon you and say: 'what a faithful member of the Internationale he is, let us support him! Such a cynical bid for power," he said with no small amount of irony; he himself had been among the first to collaborate with the occupiers. "That said, I will not deny that the situation needs improving, that we need more jobs, but said jobs can be provided by the State." He was now finished.
"Which in turn causes increased maintenance!" Carlos was now regaining the initiative, hitting back. "As for revenue, private corporations who pay their taxes and tolls can mix with the State-Run enterprises that do work, in order to provide more revenue." This was the weakest point of his debating positions, due to the existence of 'deadweight loss'. "And, yes, I'm aware of the fact that private enterprise doesn't want to pay taxes, that taxation is inefficient and causes inefficiency except in cases of negative externalities. But, I say that as long as there is profit, as long as there are products that only the Philippines can offer, that there will always be people willing to pay the 'deadweight loss', because there are comparative advantages in the Islands."
"But enough of that," he spoke, "the fact of the matter is that our economy is bleeding itself out, that our people need jobs and money in addition to health, and that we have forgotten, and are in the process of, forgetting our past as both Eastern and Western. Our spirit, unique in all the world, is being lost in imitating others, our cities are losing their souls. We have forgotten our music, our literature, our art. Who knows now of Juan Luna's art, of Jose Rizal's novels?" An exaggeration as regards the latter; they were still well-known. "Who knows of our native dances and festivals? I do not oppose Chinese Culture, per se. What I oppose is the insistence of the ruling party in replacing our own with it, instead of mixing it with what we have now..."
"You claim to follow Chairman Hou, yet have forgotten his statements on other cultures! In your eagerness to repay your debt to our protectors, you forgot that our protectors outright stated:"
"China mustn't seek to eliminate all race and culture in it to make a mono-toned landscape. It must bridge the barriers like man bridges river, lake, and ocean to make connections. China should remain colorfull, by extent the world. But the people within need to look to their neighbor and not feel hate or fear, but love and compassion. This is my goal: to bridge those social and racial gaps and both preserve our identity and history, but create strong and everlasting love."
"People have forgotten this in their race to repay their debt, people have forgotten what our protectors have set out to do. And what is forgotten, must be remembered!"
And here was where Carlos Cortez held the audience. His love for Philippine Art and Culture was sincere, and that sincerity showed. It also helped that while Ramon Cristobal wore a western-style suit, Carlos wore a native Barong Tagalog. Either way, the fact was that Carlos, whenever he went on this tangent, won the debates.
Carlos Cortez was the young and charismatic leader of the Philippine Social Democratic Party, born during the American Occupation, lived through the nationalist revolutions and the Chinese War, and now, in the ten years of Chinese Occupation, made a name for himself as a politician and party officer. Driven, determined, and above all, attractive, he can be a bit reckless and selfish, but that was more than eclipsed by the fact that, well, he genuinely wanted what was best for his nation. And, in this Election Debate, he can, and will, prove it. For Carlos was now facing the incumbent, President Ramon Cristobal, who, despite the taint of corruption, still held, in his corpulent, pale, form, an air of experience. And, so, Carlos had to be careful.
"Capitalism has failed us," Ramon Cristobal was now saying, "The American system of 'Free Enterprise' has only brought money and power to a few, an oligarchy," how ironic considering that Cristobal was born from the ranks of that same oligarchy, "who hoarded their wealth, built dynasty after dynasty of collaborators, and, furthermore, betrayed their own ideals of competition by the instiution of company monopolies and the gifting of entire corporations to cronies. And now, ang bata na ito (this child here), wants to bring back that system? While at the same time plunging us to a future war? War has brought nothing but pain and suffering towards our people, everyone here must know that," there was actually some passion in that plea, and so it was Carlos' turn:
"And look what is happening now!" the brown-skinned, well-built, black-haired and brown-eyed man spoke, looking immaculate in his suit. "We may not be suffering anymore, but can we call this prosperity? We used to be happy, even under the system of exploitation that you decry. We used to meet life with a smile, with optimism. We used to dream that if we worked hard, we would be able to live a happy life, resting upon the fruit of our labors. The only thing wrong with that dream was that it was a lie, but it was a lie that could have been made into truth. Look at us! We have health and education, but we lack work! We have land and are free from the hand of the tyrannical landlord, but not the means to improve said land!" He then continued:
"Our State-Run Enterprises are, with few exceptions," Carlos meant the Mining Industry, "corrupt and inefficent, reliant on constant subsidies to keep running. Our currency is kept up by artificial means. Our trade is supposedly needs-based, yet we have no surplus to call our own! We are wasting money and resources that we can better use elsewhere!" He now had the initiative, and would press on:
"As for the coming war with Spain and the Comitern, Spain has learned nothing from her earlier failures, and is starting a war to destroy the very systems you hold dear. they despoil and demean the people of the world, denying them their basic rights. Let us not forget the fact that we were once theirs, the days of the Friars, of the Forced Labor, of the denial of positions based on skin color. A war on them is a war to save the world -" it was not Ramon's turn.
"Our State-Run enterprises have provided the Government with revenue that it uses for the benefit of the people, never forget that," Ramon was giving a somewhat angry rebuttal, "and as for War, you know nothing of it, and furthermore, it is obvious to everyone that you just want to send troops against Spain - eventually - so that our Chinese Protectors would look upon you and say: 'what a faithful member of the Internationale he is, let us support him! Such a cynical bid for power," he said with no small amount of irony; he himself had been among the first to collaborate with the occupiers. "That said, I will not deny that the situation needs improving, that we need more jobs, but said jobs can be provided by the State." He was now finished.
"Which in turn causes increased maintenance!" Carlos was now regaining the initiative, hitting back. "As for revenue, private corporations who pay their taxes and tolls can mix with the State-Run enterprises that do work, in order to provide more revenue." This was the weakest point of his debating positions, due to the existence of 'deadweight loss'. "And, yes, I'm aware of the fact that private enterprise doesn't want to pay taxes, that taxation is inefficient and causes inefficiency except in cases of negative externalities. But, I say that as long as there is profit, as long as there are products that only the Philippines can offer, that there will always be people willing to pay the 'deadweight loss', because there are comparative advantages in the Islands."
"But enough of that," he spoke, "the fact of the matter is that our economy is bleeding itself out, that our people need jobs and money in addition to health, and that we have forgotten, and are in the process of, forgetting our past as both Eastern and Western. Our spirit, unique in all the world, is being lost in imitating others, our cities are losing their souls. We have forgotten our music, our literature, our art. Who knows now of Juan Luna's art, of Jose Rizal's novels?" An exaggeration as regards the latter; they were still well-known. "Who knows of our native dances and festivals? I do not oppose Chinese Culture, per se. What I oppose is the insistence of the ruling party in replacing our own with it, instead of mixing it with what we have now..."
"You claim to follow Chairman Hou, yet have forgotten his statements on other cultures! In your eagerness to repay your debt to our protectors, you forgot that our protectors outright stated:"
"China mustn't seek to eliminate all race and culture in it to make a mono-toned landscape. It must bridge the barriers like man bridges river, lake, and ocean to make connections. China should remain colorfull, by extent the world. But the people within need to look to their neighbor and not feel hate or fear, but love and compassion. This is my goal: to bridge those social and racial gaps and both preserve our identity and history, but create strong and everlasting love."
"People have forgotten this in their race to repay their debt, people have forgotten what our protectors have set out to do. And what is forgotten, must be remembered!"
And here was where Carlos Cortez held the audience. His love for Philippine Art and Culture was sincere, and that sincerity showed. It also helped that while Ramon Cristobal wore a western-style suit, Carlos wore a native Barong Tagalog. Either way, the fact was that Carlos, whenever he went on this tangent, won the debates.
Light and Bio-Beast wouldn't have told him about Val in the timeskip?
Cool, I guess. Will go to Steam group chat now.
After being given some time to rest, new orders would come to Light and Bio-Beast, as well as Pamela, Abigail, and Dean (the German Shepherd they brought back was of no importance to the new mission). Either way, the new objectives would be this: To seek out information from three Mafia Families: the Gambinos, the Cohens, and the remains of the Los Angeles Crime Family. The reason for even attempting to attack these organized crime families was because Constantine had recieved a new tip: that the Light-Using Meta they were pursuing had links to organized crime. And so, the group had a few choices: split up and attack each family in teams of two (or, in Dean's case, a team of one)...
...Group themselves together and attack each Family one by one, or just select one Mafia Family and leave the others alone.
...Group themselves together and attack each Family one by one, or just select one Mafia Family and leave the others alone.
Was waiting for Kalas, but if you want, I can send you guys off on a false lead.
((Collab Post between Letter Bee and Mass City))
The encounter with Ruby, especially with his decision to let the latter go, had been exhausting for Cedric. But, he resisted the urge to sleep as he and Constantine made themselves comfortable in the helicopter. Instead, after he carefully swept himself for bugs, he handed Constantine's camera to Elena, and spoke:
"We discovered the set where the Voice came from. It is in Avalon, although we didn't discover the Voice himself. What shall we do with this information, Elena?" the boy implored in his tired voice.
"I will tell my bosses to get more agents to Avalon and possibly additional military forces there. Mister Taylor will be upset when he finds out the president has voted down his offer. But all I can do is report it came from Avalon and tell them that the facility needs closer attention." Replied the FBI woman.
Cedric nodded, and then went to sleep, he and Constantine leaning against one another, looking all the while like one of those cute Anime scenes.
Elena went to her laptop and began to write her report.
Several Hours Later
Cedric woke up at the landing site, and he allowed Elena to drive him and Constatine home to their apartment, where Constantine was now staying. Once they arrived, Cedric spoke:
"So, who gets to cook dinner? Me, you, or Constantine?" he asked Elena.
"I am, we are having a family recipe." Both Cedric and Constatine would pale; Reyes family recipes meant exteremly spicey.
Both shuddered, and Constantine almost thought about just eating his own dinner, but was shut up by a glare from Cedric, who, although he didn't like spicy foods, did not want to snub Elena for obvious reasons.
"That sounds great," Cedric smiled, while Constantine openly blanched, causing Cedric to stomp on the other guy's foot; he was protective of Elena's feelings.
Elena smiled, "Queso blanco for everyone!"
Elena ran off to get ingridents and to start prepatory measures.
Cedric's smile was now genuine; spicy or not, he loved cheese, while Constantine felt a little calmer now; cheese wasn't that bad. He then, out of impulse, ruffled Cedric's head again, causing the boy to speak:
"What was that for?!"
"That was for being a level-headed little trooper," answered Constantine. "I know it must have been hard for you, the mission and its conclusion, but, you managed it. Also, it's because you're acting like a normal child now, at least, as far as I can see it."
"Now who hid my secret spice jar!" questioned Elena.
"Consty did it!" spoke Cedric, coming to his conclusion due to the fact that Constantine was the only suspect.
"Oh, sure, blame the Illusionist," spoke Constantine, before his image vanished from the table; it was a little game they all played - Constantine hid the secret spice jar, and Cedric found it. But now, where was it hid?
"He can't hide it's smell, never has." Reyes smiled.
And, sure enough, Cedric found the jar in a few seconds; it was behind the cupboard. He then spoke, as he handed over the jar to Elena:
"You know, I've been cooking my own meals for a long time, even back...then," spoke Cedric. "Before my parents sold me to you guys, they shipped me off to music school, leaving me, well, alone for a long time. Not very healthy for a kid." He then sighed, why were these words coming out of his mouth? "Never wanted that, never needed it. That said, though, it seems that there are some upsides; I've never been disowned, so I still have access to my trust fund."
"Well in case you are "cured" they thought it was foolish to leave you to the elements."
Elena's phone rang but she hung up. Not answering the call.
"Another difference between me and them; I don't want to be cured, despite the trouble my powers caused me," spoke Cedric, "and what was that?"
"Don't know the number." Elena shrugged. "It's Virginia area but it can't be important."
"I think we should still answer it," spoke Constantine. "But if you don't want to, well, can you please give me the phone?"
"Sure." Elena handed Constantine the phone.
"Hello, who is this?" the veteran agent answered in a suspicious voice.
"This is Davis Lawton, who the hell is this?" replied the angry Presidential aide.
"Ah, Mr. Davis! This is Constantine Ramiel King, FBI Agent. I'll allow you to speak with Elena right now!" He then handed over the phone to Elena, who, having heard Constantine shout out 'Mr. Davis', would know where it's from.
Elena grabbed the phone from Constantine. "Mister Lawton?"
"Ah Miss Reyes. I have talked to your boss at the FBI and AG Milner. We both agree that you will head the investigation but the military will be in charge of law enforcement in LA. You will be working with General Clairmont. The President will be making a speech tonight stating that this response to the crisis is what the federal government must do. Now I want to ensure that you told Taylor he won't get his support from us in the White House for any PMC action."
"Yes sir." she told the chief of staff. She told his aides but not Taylor directly. "He can sit and sulk all he wants this is time for a military action. Not for a wall street wannabe."
"Exactly." replied the White House man.
"The President will ensure we are safe. But Agent Reyes. Fail, and I will remove you from the case and the FBI."
"Yes sir!." Elena shook nervously.
"Good bye Agent." with that the call ended. Elena sat down and put her head in her hands.
"What happened?!" shouted Cedric as he ran up to Elena, now concerned.
"I was warned failure is not an option by the right hand of the President."
"I see," spoke Cedric in a small voice. "Well, I'm doing my best, for you." Constantine made his own affirmation, saying:
"And I'm going to fight, too; there's a certain Light-using Meta who has to pay."
END
The encounter with Ruby, especially with his decision to let the latter go, had been exhausting for Cedric. But, he resisted the urge to sleep as he and Constantine made themselves comfortable in the helicopter. Instead, after he carefully swept himself for bugs, he handed Constantine's camera to Elena, and spoke:
"We discovered the set where the Voice came from. It is in Avalon, although we didn't discover the Voice himself. What shall we do with this information, Elena?" the boy implored in his tired voice.
"I will tell my bosses to get more agents to Avalon and possibly additional military forces there. Mister Taylor will be upset when he finds out the president has voted down his offer. But all I can do is report it came from Avalon and tell them that the facility needs closer attention." Replied the FBI woman.
Cedric nodded, and then went to sleep, he and Constantine leaning against one another, looking all the while like one of those cute Anime scenes.
Elena went to her laptop and began to write her report.
Several Hours Later
Cedric woke up at the landing site, and he allowed Elena to drive him and Constatine home to their apartment, where Constantine was now staying. Once they arrived, Cedric spoke:
"So, who gets to cook dinner? Me, you, or Constantine?" he asked Elena.
"I am, we are having a family recipe." Both Cedric and Constatine would pale; Reyes family recipes meant exteremly spicey.
Both shuddered, and Constantine almost thought about just eating his own dinner, but was shut up by a glare from Cedric, who, although he didn't like spicy foods, did not want to snub Elena for obvious reasons.
"That sounds great," Cedric smiled, while Constantine openly blanched, causing Cedric to stomp on the other guy's foot; he was protective of Elena's feelings.
Elena smiled, "Queso blanco for everyone!"
Elena ran off to get ingridents and to start prepatory measures.
Cedric's smile was now genuine; spicy or not, he loved cheese, while Constantine felt a little calmer now; cheese wasn't that bad. He then, out of impulse, ruffled Cedric's head again, causing the boy to speak:
"What was that for?!"
"That was for being a level-headed little trooper," answered Constantine. "I know it must have been hard for you, the mission and its conclusion, but, you managed it. Also, it's because you're acting like a normal child now, at least, as far as I can see it."
"Now who hid my secret spice jar!" questioned Elena.
"Consty did it!" spoke Cedric, coming to his conclusion due to the fact that Constantine was the only suspect.
"Oh, sure, blame the Illusionist," spoke Constantine, before his image vanished from the table; it was a little game they all played - Constantine hid the secret spice jar, and Cedric found it. But now, where was it hid?
"He can't hide it's smell, never has." Reyes smiled.
And, sure enough, Cedric found the jar in a few seconds; it was behind the cupboard. He then spoke, as he handed over the jar to Elena:
"You know, I've been cooking my own meals for a long time, even back...then," spoke Cedric. "Before my parents sold me to you guys, they shipped me off to music school, leaving me, well, alone for a long time. Not very healthy for a kid." He then sighed, why were these words coming out of his mouth? "Never wanted that, never needed it. That said, though, it seems that there are some upsides; I've never been disowned, so I still have access to my trust fund."
"Well in case you are "cured" they thought it was foolish to leave you to the elements."
Elena's phone rang but she hung up. Not answering the call.
"Another difference between me and them; I don't want to be cured, despite the trouble my powers caused me," spoke Cedric, "and what was that?"
"Don't know the number." Elena shrugged. "It's Virginia area but it can't be important."
"I think we should still answer it," spoke Constantine. "But if you don't want to, well, can you please give me the phone?"
"Sure." Elena handed Constantine the phone.
"Hello, who is this?" the veteran agent answered in a suspicious voice.
"This is Davis Lawton, who the hell is this?" replied the angry Presidential aide.
"Ah, Mr. Davis! This is Constantine Ramiel King, FBI Agent. I'll allow you to speak with Elena right now!" He then handed over the phone to Elena, who, having heard Constantine shout out 'Mr. Davis', would know where it's from.
Elena grabbed the phone from Constantine. "Mister Lawton?"
"Ah Miss Reyes. I have talked to your boss at the FBI and AG Milner. We both agree that you will head the investigation but the military will be in charge of law enforcement in LA. You will be working with General Clairmont. The President will be making a speech tonight stating that this response to the crisis is what the federal government must do. Now I want to ensure that you told Taylor he won't get his support from us in the White House for any PMC action."
"Yes sir." she told the chief of staff. She told his aides but not Taylor directly. "He can sit and sulk all he wants this is time for a military action. Not for a wall street wannabe."
"Exactly." replied the White House man.
"The President will ensure we are safe. But Agent Reyes. Fail, and I will remove you from the case and the FBI."
"Yes sir!." Elena shook nervously.
"Good bye Agent." with that the call ended. Elena sat down and put her head in her hands.
"What happened?!" shouted Cedric as he ran up to Elena, now concerned.
"I was warned failure is not an option by the right hand of the President."
"I see," spoke Cedric in a small voice. "Well, I'm doing my best, for you." Constantine made his own affirmation, saying:
"And I'm going to fight, too; there's a certain Light-using Meta who has to pay."
END
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