Something pretty big came up, so I might not be able to guarantee a post until Monday (at worst Tuesday). So so sorry =(
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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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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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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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@Ashevelendar, Ah, not really interested.
Is the RP dead?
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<Snipped quote by Letter Bee>
that's the whole point. so Drake can get rid of the shadow nexus like we talked about yesterday.
Heh, cool!
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<Snipped quote by Letter Bee>
I didn't see that, sorry. I edited it.
Wow, Tocsax is going to grill Drake for that. I mean, he understands Seth's choice as 'just being practical', but Drake's out-and-out sadism in his Shadow Nexus mode is going to set off his hot buttons.
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@Rex, no reaction to Seth threatening Nate?
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((Collab between Letter Bee and Gentlemenvaultboy))
Shahrukh Mirza the Fifth, Sultan of Timurid Egypt in Renovation, Keyblade Wielder, and redheaded hottie, would arrive in Robotropolis in his small Gummi Ship, having left Fredrick Arwell behind in Mai's world to protect it while he went on a trip to this world. Clothed in a hood, robe, and sand-colored special forces armor underneath, the 19-year old would meet with the local Moogles, telling them:
"I need to arrange a meeting with Souji Kamiya, or rather, the being currently bearing his name. Now."
A second later, an anonymous Moogle scrambled to send an email, asking V2 to come to a meeting with someone who may know his secret! Meeting site - the very hangar in which Shahrukh had made his approach.
"This is it grab bag!" The robot yelled, striking a pose in the middle of the street. In front of him a heartless that looked like a giant purple paper back with a scowly face painted on the middle wiggled and writhed, hacking up bikes and cars into the empty road, its body laced with ragged scars. Above him, in the windows he could hear people cheering him on. Well, not him. It brough him joy nonetheless.
He threw his hand behind him as Scrapyard appered in it with a shower of sparks. Slowly he brought the Keyblade in front of him. The orbs on his shoulders extended, lightning cracling between them. He spun the Keyblade once, the lightning flowing into it until even the battered thing was luminous and shining. "Finishing Move: THUNDER HEART RIPPER!"
With that he threw, the blade spinning through the air. It struck the heartless once, twice, three times, circleling it and pouring electricity into the monster before spinning back to him. He caught it, spun it three times, and turned away as the heartless crumpled in on itself and dissolved into a cloud of blackness. Above him the people cheered, laughed, sjputed congradulations and praise from their windows. He looked up at them, smiling a wide smile, and flashed a V sign.
Then he got an notification. He read the email highlighted on the surface of his eye. His smile never faltered. His relaxed, happy stance never changed. He lauged as he waved to the adroring public and jetted off into the sky, looking like he didn't have a care in the world.
It was only within the dark of the hanger that v2 changed. His face didn't fall so much as flatline, settleing into a placid look of absolute neutrality. His body language shiftted from a care free, easy going young lad to an uncanny precition, no movemeant wasted at all. He looked around the empty hanger, searching for whoever it was that had decided to be so foolish. "Come out." he said, in a voice that sounded like the owner had no idea what an exclamtion mark even was. "If at all posible I would wish to settle this matter peacefully. Heartless do not blackmail, and I am only obligated to eridicate them."
He can hear a noise from behind him; a 19-year old boy wearing a hood and cloak and special forces armor underneath, with curly red hair and green eyes, had hopped out of seemingly nowhere; a Vanish spell? He would then say:
"Hello, V2. And yes, I know your secret. My name is Sharukh Mirza, and we are kin by being Keyblade Wielders," he then conjured up his Keyblade, which was colored pale yellow and royal blue.
"Not that kinship prevents me from asking something of you in such a way."
"Replica." v2 replied simply.
"Nothing saying Replicas can't be kin," Shahrukh would say nonchalantly. "Either way, I have to ask: How much do you know of the Multiverse?"
v2 is silent for a moment, something playing out behind its eyes. "Multiverse. Many worlds Theory: Correct. My creators manufactured me with help from a non-native species of this world." It pauses, as though considering the next point deeply. "Likely origin point of the Hearthless."
"How would you act if I told you there was a way of reducing Heartless attacks on your world - all worlds - into an inconsequential extent? This will also restore anyone the Heartless turned into one of them, bringing back hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people who would have been as good as dead otherwise? Would you believe me?" Sharukh would continue.
"I would be forced to act upon that knowlage to eradicate the Heartless threat once and for all, to the best that my repocibilities here allow." v2 replied. "Is that what you are telling? If you are just making a hypotheticle, I will become very angry."
"To say that I am making a hypotethical would be a lie," said Shahrukh. "No, I'm telling the truth; there is a way to eradicate the Heartless - at least most of them - and you can help in that. However, you'll have to let me replace you in guarding Robotropolis for the time being. That said, though, as my offer would be innately distrusted, allow me to present you with proof besides my own abilities as a Keyblader."
He would then toss a data drive to v2. This drive contained the knowledge of how exactly the Heartless can be defeated - gather the Seven Princesses of Heart, use them to restore the Heartless of Ascot, the one who split the Multiverse apart in the first place, back into a Human, and then defeat Leo the Second Mathematician and his Thirteen Seekers of Darkness. References to Kingdom Hearts and its light as something to be unleashed were also peppered throughout the data.
"It's all self-consistent," Shahrukh would then say. "So, what do you say? Give me a few months of hero time and your good offices in making the transition, and you can finally free your world from fear."
((To be continued in Part 2))
((Collab between Letter and Crimmy))
“Henry Yatogami?”
Quiet footsteps would alert the teenaged pilot to the approach of one of the Jannah’s crew members, a Caucasian brunette whose appearance suggested that she was somewhere in her late twenties. Her hair, however, was the most prominent feature, a large beehive that stood out amongst the crowds of mechanics and technicians milling around the hangar bay. She gazed at Henry with sparkling amber eyes, and a light smile had settled gently upon her face.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, an apologetic tone in her voice, “but the Captain wants you in Meeting Room 3.”
“Of course, Ma’am,” said the nineteen-year old boy. “I’ll head there right away.” He had been given a map of the ship on his transfer, and had taken the time to memorize it. So he was fairly certain he knew the way. So, he would begin walking in the direction of the room the very next second, although in his heart, he dreaded what was to come.
It would not take too long for Henry to reach the meeting rooms from the hangars. Upon taking an elevator up three levels and a ten metre walk down a hallway, the pilot found himself standing in front of the door to said room. However, upon entering, he would not find Captain Pajari present, but rather, Lumen Team’s leader, who had yet to remove his pilot suit.
“Yatogami,” greeted Bertrand as he stood up from the table, nodding at the younger male in acknowledgement. “Take a seat. The Captain will be here soon.”
Henry sat, not bothering to hide his apprehension.
Silence filled the room for several minutes, interrupted only by the creaking of the chairs whenever the two pilots shifted position even slightly. Bertrand was waiting patiently, posture almost ramrod straight in his chair, hands steepled together and resting upon the surface of the table. There was a sense of professionalism to him, as if he had gone through such situations more than hundreds of times.
In fact, it was likely that he had.
However, the invisible barrier that seemed to insulate him from Henry immediately broke the moment he turned to face the other pilot. His metallic blue eyes betrayed little emotion, but their gaze was intense, fixating upon the other man.
“Was this the first time you have been shot down?” asked the leader of Lumen Team, his powerful baritone cutting through the silence of the room.
“Yes, sir,” Henry said. “I was...used to an enemy that was smaller in numbers and had armor of paper.”
“Where were you last posted, Yatogami?”
“OSDT Gungnir, sir,” Henry answered. “I transferred to the OSDT Jannah just recently; last month or so.” And, here was the main issue: He had transferred to the Jannah because of reasons that were ultimately personal, and personal reasons were an impediment to the proper running of a military outfit. And, if friends of the Gungnir's captain were in the Jannah, they would already have a bad impression of him, the pilot who still believed in Aliens.
“The Gungnir’s patrols are quite close to Vesta Base,” noted Bertrand, his inflections having adopted a slightly more curious aspect. “Pirates in that region are known to be fond of Rook variants as well. Not machines you could describe as having armour of ‘paper’.”
“Rook variants with the numbers, bravery, and clandestine upgrades that there were in the recent fight?” spoke Henry. “Point is, I was overconfident, and I had not been in an environment that would expose my inadequacies to this extent.”
“Thus you now lack a HFV,” concluded the older pilot, crossing his arms. There was no pity or condescension in his words. They were simply a statement of fact. “What future do you seek now that the Yukine has been destroyed?”
“To be honest,” a tone of sadness entered Henry’s tone, “I expect to be thrown out of the OSDT entirely, or at least not be deployed in the open ever again.”
“Those cards are not currently on the table.”
The sudden interruption by the new voice was joined by the sound of the door to the room opening and closing. Captain Radomir Pajari, an aging white-haired man clearly having passed into the latter years of his life, had entered.
“Henry Yatogami,” he began, glancing towards the pilot. “You will remain a member of the Jannah’s HFV squadron. However, I will be reassigning you to the Lumen Team.”
If the mild look of surprise on Francis Betrand’s face was any indication, it was clear that this was unexpected for him as well.
“You wish for him to join the squad?” asked the Polish-German pilot.
“Are there any issues with this decision?”
Bertrand nodded, before immediately transitioning into an explanation. “Yatogami’s inclusion into the Lumen Team, as it currently stands, is not one I can easily accept. I don’t know how he pilots, nor does he currently have a HFV right now.”
“Reasonable objections,” replied the captain. “However, your latter concern is currently being addressed, and it is my wish that you train him so that he will be able to function alongside your team.”
“Train him?”
“You are convening with Mr. Wang later for a battle report, are you not? Yatogami may learn something from the experience.”
The Rook pilot seemed to mull over his superior’s words for a minute, before he quietly nodded. It was clear that he was still in possession of some misgivings, but he would accept the captain’s demands without any reluctance.
“I…” said Henry, staring at the Captain. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to redeem myself. Thank you very much,” he gave a deep bow. This...this wasn’t what he was expecting at all.
“Enjoy the opportunity,” was Pajari’s short reply as he began to turn away and exit the room. “I expect improvements the next time you pilot.”
Henry nodded.
“Henry Yatogami?”
Quiet footsteps would alert the teenaged pilot to the approach of one of the Jannah’s crew members, a Caucasian brunette whose appearance suggested that she was somewhere in her late twenties. Her hair, however, was the most prominent feature, a large beehive that stood out amongst the crowds of mechanics and technicians milling around the hangar bay. She gazed at Henry with sparkling amber eyes, and a light smile had settled gently upon her face.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, an apologetic tone in her voice, “but the Captain wants you in Meeting Room 3.”
“Of course, Ma’am,” said the nineteen-year old boy. “I’ll head there right away.” He had been given a map of the ship on his transfer, and had taken the time to memorize it. So he was fairly certain he knew the way. So, he would begin walking in the direction of the room the very next second, although in his heart, he dreaded what was to come.
It would not take too long for Henry to reach the meeting rooms from the hangars. Upon taking an elevator up three levels and a ten metre walk down a hallway, the pilot found himself standing in front of the door to said room. However, upon entering, he would not find Captain Pajari present, but rather, Lumen Team’s leader, who had yet to remove his pilot suit.
“Yatogami,” greeted Bertrand as he stood up from the table, nodding at the younger male in acknowledgement. “Take a seat. The Captain will be here soon.”
Henry sat, not bothering to hide his apprehension.
Silence filled the room for several minutes, interrupted only by the creaking of the chairs whenever the two pilots shifted position even slightly. Bertrand was waiting patiently, posture almost ramrod straight in his chair, hands steepled together and resting upon the surface of the table. There was a sense of professionalism to him, as if he had gone through such situations more than hundreds of times.
In fact, it was likely that he had.
However, the invisible barrier that seemed to insulate him from Henry immediately broke the moment he turned to face the other pilot. His metallic blue eyes betrayed little emotion, but their gaze was intense, fixating upon the other man.
“Was this the first time you have been shot down?” asked the leader of Lumen Team, his powerful baritone cutting through the silence of the room.
“Yes, sir,” Henry said. “I was...used to an enemy that was smaller in numbers and had armor of paper.”
“Where were you last posted, Yatogami?”
“OSDT Gungnir, sir,” Henry answered. “I transferred to the OSDT Jannah just recently; last month or so.” And, here was the main issue: He had transferred to the Jannah because of reasons that were ultimately personal, and personal reasons were an impediment to the proper running of a military outfit. And, if friends of the Gungnir's captain were in the Jannah, they would already have a bad impression of him, the pilot who still believed in Aliens.
“The Gungnir’s patrols are quite close to Vesta Base,” noted Bertrand, his inflections having adopted a slightly more curious aspect. “Pirates in that region are known to be fond of Rook variants as well. Not machines you could describe as having armour of ‘paper’.”
“Rook variants with the numbers, bravery, and clandestine upgrades that there were in the recent fight?” spoke Henry. “Point is, I was overconfident, and I had not been in an environment that would expose my inadequacies to this extent.”
“Thus you now lack a HFV,” concluded the older pilot, crossing his arms. There was no pity or condescension in his words. They were simply a statement of fact. “What future do you seek now that the Yukine has been destroyed?”
“To be honest,” a tone of sadness entered Henry’s tone, “I expect to be thrown out of the OSDT entirely, or at least not be deployed in the open ever again.”
“Those cards are not currently on the table.”
The sudden interruption by the new voice was joined by the sound of the door to the room opening and closing. Captain Radomir Pajari, an aging white-haired man clearly having passed into the latter years of his life, had entered.
“Henry Yatogami,” he began, glancing towards the pilot. “You will remain a member of the Jannah’s HFV squadron. However, I will be reassigning you to the Lumen Team.”
If the mild look of surprise on Francis Betrand’s face was any indication, it was clear that this was unexpected for him as well.
“You wish for him to join the squad?” asked the Polish-German pilot.
“Are there any issues with this decision?”
Bertrand nodded, before immediately transitioning into an explanation. “Yatogami’s inclusion into the Lumen Team, as it currently stands, is not one I can easily accept. I don’t know how he pilots, nor does he currently have a HFV right now.”
“Reasonable objections,” replied the captain. “However, your latter concern is currently being addressed, and it is my wish that you train him so that he will be able to function alongside your team.”
“Train him?”
“You are convening with Mr. Wang later for a battle report, are you not? Yatogami may learn something from the experience.”
The Rook pilot seemed to mull over his superior’s words for a minute, before he quietly nodded. It was clear that he was still in possession of some misgivings, but he would accept the captain’s demands without any reluctance.
“I…” said Henry, staring at the Captain. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to redeem myself. Thank you very much,” he gave a deep bow. This...this wasn’t what he was expecting at all.
“Enjoy the opportunity,” was Pajari’s short reply as he began to turn away and exit the room. “I expect improvements the next time you pilot.”
Henry nodded.
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@Gentlemanvaultboy, Approved; can't wait to see it on the Characters Tab.
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One of the civilians rescued fit the description of Adelle le' Agathe, a redhead with blue eyes who wore a Swiss costume despite being French; then again, being on the border with the Swiss, it was inevitable that there would be some interchange. The Princess of Heart would then say to Tocsax, who had been dispatching the Heartless immobilized by Seth with precise blows of his Keyblade:
[French: "They were coming for me, weren't they?"] the girl shook in fear.
"Don't worry," Tocsax would reply as he decapitated another Heartless, "we won't let them hurt you." He then looked at Drake, displeased that the man wasn't listening to what he said about the Heartless, and furthermore, was showing Heartless-based powers himself. Then suddenly -
"Enough of this." The voice was feminine, devoid of empathy. As Tocsax cast a Mass Barrier on everyone, a figure descended down from the sky, where a Corridor of Darkness had opened up. Said figure was a woman, with pale white skin, black hair, and golden eyes. She held a rapier in her right hand, and a dagger in her left. As she stomped her foot, the Heartless all disappeared in a puff of dark smoke.
"Hello there," said the woman, whom Seth can tell was a Nobody. "My name is Philippa le' Terre', and I am going to take your precious Princess of Heart away from you." A swipe of her Rapier, and suddenly, more portals opened, and two more people, a man and a woman, entered - Tocsax gasped; the woman was also a Princess of Heart! Philippa smiled.
"Meet Nate and Nora," everyone can see that the two were in body armor made of carbon-fibre and carried Gauss Rifles, a type of railgun that used electromagnetic forces to propel projectiles at immense speeds, punching through defenses with brutal force. "And, yes, Toxy, Nora's a Princess of Heart, one of the people you're looking for, and Nate is her husband. Kill them and you'll end up losing your quest. Not merely that, but if you try and capture or persuade them yourselves, we have their baby, Shaun, as our hostage, meaning that they will keep acting against you should you try nonfatal means of resolution."
"So, here's the riddle," Philippa was gloating, "how can you succeed in a fight where you're not supposed to kill or overly harm two-thirds of the enemy?"
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[French: "They were coming for me, weren't they?"] the girl shook in fear.
"Don't worry," Tocsax would reply as he decapitated another Heartless, "we won't let them hurt you." He then looked at Drake, displeased that the man wasn't listening to what he said about the Heartless, and furthermore, was showing Heartless-based powers himself. Then suddenly -
"Enough of this." The voice was feminine, devoid of empathy. As Tocsax cast a Mass Barrier on everyone, a figure descended down from the sky, where a Corridor of Darkness had opened up. Said figure was a woman, with pale white skin, black hair, and golden eyes. She held a rapier in her right hand, and a dagger in her left. As she stomped her foot, the Heartless all disappeared in a puff of dark smoke.
"Hello there," said the woman, whom Seth can tell was a Nobody. "My name is Philippa le' Terre', and I am going to take your precious Princess of Heart away from you." A swipe of her Rapier, and suddenly, more portals opened, and two more people, a man and a woman, entered - Tocsax gasped; the woman was also a Princess of Heart! Philippa smiled.
"Meet Nate and Nora," everyone can see that the two were in body armor made of carbon-fibre and carried Gauss Rifles, a type of railgun that used electromagnetic forces to propel projectiles at immense speeds, punching through defenses with brutal force. "And, yes, Toxy, Nora's a Princess of Heart, one of the people you're looking for, and Nate is her husband. Kill them and you'll end up losing your quest. Not merely that, but if you try and capture or persuade them yourselves, we have their baby, Shaun, as our hostage, meaning that they will keep acting against you should you try nonfatal means of resolution."
"So, here's the riddle," Philippa was gloating, "how can you succeed in a fight where you're not supposed to kill or overly harm two-thirds of the enemy?"
@Double@Arty Fox@SMS@Rex
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