Letter Bee

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Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Snow Cecil found it easy to multi-task, these days.

With his trusty laptop, he pored over the latest medical reports relating to the P3 Syndrome, as well as mathematical equations relating to high-end physics and treatises on occult theory. What he was doing was unorthodox and unscientific, but he accepted it even as he took steps to hide it from anyone who might pry, even his parents. But that was okay, as said parents, despite their love for him, were distant; they have always been.

"Snow?!" his mother called out from the bottom of the stairwell, "I think it's time to sleep? If you want to, of course." For a brief moment, Snow was tempted to say that he wanted to, but knew that it would be bad for him; lack of sleep might cause his judgement to lapse. So, the boy, already in his pajamas, recorded a few last notes and saved his work. Then, he shut down the laptop, went to his bed, and was out like a light as he lay down.

He snapped into alertness, not the fake sense of alertness one got from a 'false awakening' or 'dream within a dream', but rather true wakefulness, even though by all rights, the boy should be feeling the pull of gravity and the enfolding presence of blankets. Snow smiled as he analyzed the situation, analyzing what the White Rabbit said and not focusing on the two young women talking to it - no, him.

Snow looked at the White Rabbit, and took notes in his mind. The rabbit seems to know the young woman, but gave a plausible alternate explanation for why he was surprised. Nevertheless, he made a small pause before giving said explanation, which points to it being a lie. He also spoke about being surprised at getting an adult. Could he be...no, we need more evidence before getting any conclusions yet.

He walked over towards where the two girls were talking to the rabbit, and cleared his throat. "I'm a child, Mr. White Rabbit. And I know enough about Wonderland to tell you that you've just brought us into a land of weirdness, madness, and danger. I also know my tropes, and they all point towards you taking us here. But what exactly is here? The people around me are real people, distinct. Therefore this is not just a dream."

Snow stared the White Rabbit in the eyes. "My hypothesis is that we are within a shared mind-space, a phenomenon that points to something..." he looked around, embarrassed, "Psychic. Our minds are all linked together and are able to communicate with each other, but why?" Or it could be like the Matrix? Are we actually in a virtual reality?

The boy dismissed those doubts. Any technological explanation was actually more complex than the simple one: That something magical - and not the good kind - was going on. But now he had to remember Alice in Wonderland and its symbolism, and he hadn't read that since he was eight!

A further look towards the rabbit, before Snow absent-mindedly petted it, feeling the soft fur and the skull beneath just like Alice had. He would then turn to the aforementioned Alice, as well as Meredith and say, "Tropes say that warning you all of the imminent danger we face like an hysterical tool would be counter-productive and not raise our guard more. Nevertheless, I still need to tell you all that we are in immediate danger. Now, feel free to not listen to me until actual danger strikes."

He then looked at the various adults who were presumably in the process of getting up, and said again, "Now if you will all excuse me, I will wait behind those larger and physically stronger than me until the Trope-foretold danger comes; as a weak waif, I don't think I can be of any use in a straight combat."

And true to his word, he decided to seek out the largest person who was lying down/getting up/already standing and step behind him, still upright instead of jittery. This person would be Luke LaMotta. However, to further show that the boy wasn't a coward, he also looked for a stick or rock or anything he can use as a weapon.

A most efficient use of his time.

@CriticalHit@Windstormugly@Suku@Avant@Etranger@Gummy1295@Duoya@Petulant@Loki Odinson@CronicCrystalis@The Jest

TheZones Roleplay (TZRP. Persistent-Freeform roleplay)

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1. Yes. He probably just bought consumer grade (possibly high end) sporting equipment and modified it.

2. Yes. Maybe he gets funding and raw materials through them and maybe has access to stuff from their R&D department? He might let them patent some of his inventions, but probably only consumer-grade stuff. Like he's not letting anyone get their hands on his XTREME sports gear. Not everyone can handle that kind of XTREME power, and if he gave out exact replicas of his things then everyone would know what his abilities were. But like he could make them some really nice golf clubs. Or like he could prolly make Kosuke some custom equipment.

@HeroicSociopath

1.) That's great.

2.) Consumer-grade stuff and special equipment for Kosuke, then.

TheZones Roleplay (TZRP. Persistent-Freeform roleplay)

@HeroicSociopath, My character is the 18-year old CEO of a company that makes Sports Gear, so two things:

1.) Can your character's gadgets be based on my PC's company's merchandise?

And:

2.) Can my character hire yours' to make better Sports Gear?

Precipice of War - The Big Leagues of NRP (Only generous tippers need apply)

If Afrin falls to the Turks, I'll return early and nurture my Priscilline Conciliarist/Democratic Confederalist Philippines as best as I can in memory of the SDF/Rojava...

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

((Collab between Letter Bee and Perpenheimer))

Space Outside Kintan

Raj Vizsla would say to Leonard as the businessman and Ken were playing dejarik at the former's quarters, "Single ship zooming in from hyperspace; transponder says Hutt Cartel. Further information says it's a Courier bearing a message to us. Should we shoot him down?"

Leonard's answer as he ended the game was: "No, if we shoot every messenger, then there would be no concept of communication. Get the torture equipment ready though, just in case." A pause, and the businessman said, laughing, "I kid, I kid!"

He then said to Ken, "Let's go meet this Courier." And with that, the two then prepared to go down to the Venator-class' hangar, where Darton Fanx's ship had been impounded if it docked, and Darton himself was being searched by a few mercenaries and droids.

***

Darton shut the comms and transponder down and let the Venator's tractor beam take him in. Luckily, they hadn't shot at him, but he didn't expect a warm welcome either. The Buzzard set down roughly in the hangar with a clunk, as Darton finished the Z-95's shut-down sequence, and the bay doors closed overhead.

Darton removed his helmet and began unbuckling. He looked up through the canopy; there were a few figures - thugs of some kind, and droids - that were approaching. Not the warmest of welcomes he'd had, but it was to be expected. He figured they's probably confiscate his personal effects, so he decided to leave them in the ship, tucking them under his seat.

Best not to seem threatening with this bunch.

He hit both the cargo door release and the canopy release, feeling the cool air of the hangar come rushing into his cockpit as it hissssed open. Smoothing his hair back, Darton put his helmet by his feet and got up, standing on the seat.

He halfhazardly raised his hands, elbows by his sides, calling down to the approaching mercenaries. "Hey, fellas!"

"Let me see your hands!"

Darton wiggled his already-raised hands. "Yer lookin' at 'em!"

They aimed their weapons at him, then bobbed them towards the hangar deck. "Get down here!"

"You're the boss, boss." The Courier lowered his hands and began to climb down, conscious of the muzzles of the blasters at his back, but keeping his cool as he turned around to face the squad.

"Step forward," said the apparent squad leader, and Darton did so, hands now raised again. "Search him," he commanded the others.

Darton was pretty glad he didn't say 'fire,' but he was happier that they wouldn't get anything out of him. Nothing better to annoy your captors by having nothing to offer them than to lose your stuff.

Except, well, he did have something. Just not on him.

Still being patted down by the mercs and scanned by the droids, Darton noticed a couple of finely-dressed men approaching.

Ah, the paymasters. Better late than never.

To the figure in the stylish cloak, adorning the gait of wealth, he said, "You must be the businessman I've heard so little about."

Leonard nodded suavely, and extended his hand. "My name is Leonard L. Scipio. I am sorry for the inconvinience caused by the search."

Ken and Raj were now on either side of Leonard, looking to see if there was any hostile move from Darton. Leonard, once the Courier had shaken his hand, would then say: "So, you come with threats from the Hutts? What cliche are they living up to now?"

Darton shrugged. "Listen, I don't know very much. I just deliver the mail, and I've got a special delivery for ya. Hell, I don't even know what it is."

A blink from Leonard. "Show me the delivery, then. Hopefully it is not too outrageous."

"You got it, bossman," he said to Leonard, before turning to the merc squad leader and giving him a sly smile and a sideways wink. He strode back up to the side of his Z-95, before pausing and turning back to the assembled group.

"Would you all mind... turning around for this one?" he said, making a circular motion with his finger.

Leonard spoke; "All right, but if anything happens to us, we'll be blowing you and your ship up."

He, Ken, and even Raj turned around, as well as the guards. The droids, however, kept watching; Leonard was not totally letting down his guard.

"Perfection," he quipped, before darting under his ship and snatching the package. "Special delivery, for, uh, whoever you are."

Leonard and his party turned back around; the businessman was impatient for this charade to be over. Darton handed the package over to the businessman.

When the package was opened, Leonard would see a single sabaac card. On turning over the card he would notice that it was the death card.

Leonard turned to Darton, saying: "So the Hutts are outraged beyond all reason at my onslaught. Guess it won't matter if I commit an act of war, then."

Raj took out a blaster and Ken drew his vibroblades. Leonard just smiled; he was toying with Darton.

"Ah ah ah," Darton chided, waggling a finger. "War isn't what the Hutts want. You can bring the Hutts out here, in all their rage; or you can let me go, and think about it for a day or two. Besides-"

He pulled a spare beckon call from his sleeve, retrieved from his cargo bay. The Z-95 powered up and aimed its blaster cannons at the assembled group.

"-I'm leaving anyway."

Looking nonplussed, Leonard would say, "Now, now, don't be hasty. A gift from the Hutts deserves a gift back, wouldn't you say?" Smiling sinisterly, Leonard ordered a floating droid tray to come over; said droid tray carried a platinum crown studded with brighly colored gems the color of blood. "Give this to your employer; tell him that I had this crafted myself as a gift for his Queen."

Ken looked at his boyfriend; what was he planning? Raj, meanwhile, saw the not-so-subtle signal implied by the gems' red color.

Darton smiled, knowingly. "I would love to accept this gift on behalf of the Hutts, but I must politely refuse. Timana insisted I return having delivered the package - no more, no less," he lied. This was going to get him killed, one way or another. He still had the upper hand. "I will, however, be sure to inform the Queen of the gift you offered."

A nod to signal non-hostilty. "If you can communicate with the Queen instead of just Timana, then you must be more important than I think. So tell them this; I seek chaos, the sort of chaos that is good for business. But I don't particularly care from which quarter the chaos comes from." Leonard's eyes sparkeled with mischief. "So tell Timana this; that I know all beings chafe when under a superior they find unworthy. As for the Queen, tell her she has my due respect for keeping her subordinates cowering in cowardice under her."

Darton looked around, listening for anything else. After a few beats of hearing nothing, he grinned, clapping his hands together, making the merc leader cringe as he was still holding the beckon call. "Okay! Guess that just about wraps it up, then!"

The Courier hopped up and began mounting his Z-95. "Seeya later folks!"

As the Z-95 flew off, Ken said to Leonard, almost laughing: "Did you just hint that you were willing to help Timana take out his Queen? If this works, we'd have plunged a dagger into the heart of the Hutt Council!"

Raj turned to Ken, "Or Timana might refuse and we'll instead get a gigantic fleet attacking Kintan. Either way, prepare for the biggest battle in your life so far."

Leonard acknowledged Raj's points with his next words; "We'll get a fleet assault by the Hutts anyway. I am not leaving Kintan unfought; I plan on keeping my promise to my Believer clients. The only difference is if the Hutts will stay united afterwards..."

@Sep

TheZones Roleplay (TZRP. Persistent-Freeform roleplay)

Player Name: Letter Bee

Note: I am using a CS Template provided on Discord.

Hider

Name: Kosuke Callaghan.

Age: 18

Height: 5'6

Weight: 120lbs

Race: Human, Asian.

Appearance:


Weapons or Items:

- School Uniform.
- School Supplies.
- Lunchbox.
- Smartphone.
- Two Burner Phones.
- A Wallet containing several gold credit cards.
- Account numbers to his Swiss bank account.
- A small mirror.

Abilities: Kosuke's ability is 'mirror projection'; this means that he can look at a reflective surface, and project his senses to another mirror/piece of glass/still body of water. This enables him to see and hear events within the range of the other mirror's field of vision. To activate this power, Kosuke has to stand or sit still while staring at a mirror or other reflective surface; he also has to be in a well-lit place. The weakness of Kosuke's ability is its lack of combat utility, and the fact that the target of his vision also has to be well-lit in order to be used as a 'viewing window'.

Another, more advanced form of this power is the ability to access the Internet using any reflective surface as a 'monitor'. The Keyboard and Mouse's functions are filled in by his brain; he imagines a Keyboard and mouse and moves them with hand gestures. To be able to use this ability, though, Kosuke has to have his hands free to move; if they are bound, he cannot use this power.

Also, Kosuke's last ability is to 'dive' inside a mirror or other reflective surface and two turns later, appear from another mirror or reflective surface up to 20 ft away. This does not work in dim light or if there really isn't a mirror or reflective surface up to 20 ft away.

But the most important is Kosuke's 'root' ability, the foundation of his other skills. Said 'root' ability is the power to control and produce water; Kosuke can turn it into (reflective) ice, create reflective pools, or just use water for combat in the rare times he engages in it.

Note however that eyes do not count as a reflective surface for the purposes of this RP.

(Optional)Backstory: Kosuke was just like many rich kids in New York; snobbish, elitistic, and prideful; his intellect also added to that sense of superiority. Then, his parents, the joint CEOs of a sports gear company, were killed when they got in the way of a fight between two superpowered people...on the very day that he discovered that he had powers himself. After this, the Japanese-American vowed one goal: That he would stem the tide of superpowered violence and stop people on both sides from being hurt. He would also atone for his previous crime of looking down on people; he would use the advantages he has for good and try to help others.

TheZones Roleplay (TZRP. Persistent-Freeform roleplay)

Supporting this.

Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

SORRY SUDDENLY DISAPPEARING.

IRL matter occurred, and I deemed it to be in my best interest to drop everything and focus at the task for the moment. That's done now so I can resume my regular schedule.

@TheHangedMan

The RP is getting rebooted; want to join the Discord for the reboot?

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Paradise 'Par' Rapids

Name: Paradise 'Par' Rapids

Species: Human

Age: 19

Appearance:


Faction: New Republic/New Republic Diplomatic Service.

Equipment:

- Formal clothes made up of blaster-resistant fibres.

- Ballistics vest worn underneath said formal clothes.

- Small hold-out blaster.

- Communications device.

Skills:

Negotiation - Paradise 'Par' Rapids is a diplomat first and foremost, and he knows that part of diplomacy is to know what people want, what people need, and what he himself can offer. If given substantial leeway and access, as well as allowed to keep a clear head, the young man can negotiate basic deals and agreements to benefit his faction. He also recognizes the importance of making people feel good about themselves, of charm versus intimindation, and tries to employ that in his deal-making.

Basic Shot - In these troubled times, even a diplomat needs to defend himself from pirates and bandits, and the blaster is a fairly universal weapon. So Par knows how to use and maintain one.

Agility - Par is naturally agile, able to move almost as fast as he can speak. He knows how to run, draw a gun fast, or dive for cover, or even duck when faced with a melee weapon.

Piloting skills - Par is able to pilot Speeders, Starfighters, and small Starships up to a frieghter, having been taught to do so by trainers and flight simulators provided by his parents. He was still continuing pilot training until the start of his assignment to Hutt Space.

Weaknesses:

Untrained in Combat - Paradise 'Par' Rapids, despite knowing how to shoot as well as being naturally agile, is not someone you'd want to see in the front lines. He's not good at using weapons other than blasters, frequently defers to bodyguards for instructions on how to move during a firefight, and cannot win a straight fight. What he is good at, however, is running away and not being a liability.

History: Paradise 'Par' Rapids was born on Birren, a prosperous Inner Rim planet with close links to Alderaan. His parents were minor members of the Elder Houses, the collective noble aristocrats of the Galaxy, and distantly related to the Supreme Governor of Birren themselves. For the longest time, they were uninvolved in wider galactic affairs, but then came the destruction of Alderaan when Par was fourteen, and the purges of Alderaanians themselves that followed. This drove Par's parents to join the Rebel Alliance in space, but not after they decided to take thei son with them; he cannot be allowed to become a hostage to the Imperials.

Par's education would continue, but this time, more strenously. He learned history, politics, and diplomacy, as well as the workings of various alien cultures. The boy also learned how to pilot various craft with his parents' permission, though this was mostly confined to simulator work.

And in time, he would later be allowed to accompany his parents to minor diplomatic missions to the Rebellion's financial backers, receive lessons in diplomacy from former Seperatists, and receive as broad an education as he could. Eventually, he scored some minor victories in missions to minor corporations, guilds, and rival guerrilla movements. These victories scored supplies, promises of non-interference, money and fighters to the Rebel Alliance, whose fortunes seemed to be on the rise.

Then came the Battle of Hoth, and the nadir of the Rebel Alliances' fortunes. These were dark times, and Par could barely recall his eighteenth birthday as a rush of quick escapes from imperial pursuers. Par also found that people he had previously thought allies were withdrawing their support, or even turning their backs on the Rebel Alliance. Nevertheless, he found scattered triumphs in getting a planet to keep its allegiance here, and a financial backer to keep contributing funds there.

But even so, it was clear that the Rebellion was losing relevance unless they struck one final time and risked all. But despite his many minor victories, Par was kept in the dark about the coming strike on Endor. And so, he waited, while at the same time being promoted to various diplomatic positions left vacant because of casualties during the Battle of Hoth.

Then came the destruction of the Second Death Star, and the formation of the New Republic. And Par, having been groomed for diplomacy, received his first big break; due to the huge number of fronts that all needed diplomats, he was going to end up with the mission of building up a New Republic Presence in Hutt Space!

The Faction Below is rejected but kept for Posterity:

New Republic Diplomatic Service

Faction Logo(If applicable):


Faction Name: New Republic Diplomatic Service

Faction Classification: Diplomatic Embassy.

Faction Leader: Paradise 'Par' Rapids (Local Leader)

Faction Members(Players): Letter Bee

Important NPCs:

Alexander Himmel

Alexander was born on the planet of Cantonica, in the city of Canto Bight, to a couple of gamblers who thought nothing of selling off their own son for more money to gamble with. Thus, at the age of four, the boy found himself being trained as a jockey for the Fathiers, the horse-like creatures used for races in the city's racetracks. At the age of six, he began being a jockey himself, racing other children mounted on Fathiers in order to win bets from the audience. And in time, he became good at it, and at the age of nine, the boy also found out that he can move things with his mind. He kept it a secret from his master and the other slaves, but began exploring the potential of his powers in secret.

Then came a twist of fate when an agent of the Rebel Alliance, one Frederick Himmel, infiltrated Canto Bight on a routine mission, posing as a rich buyer of animals. Frederich thus ended up gaining access to the stalls where the Faltheirs mounted by the jockey slaves were housed, and met Alexander, who had turned twelve. And on impulse, Frederick bought the animal Alexander normally rode...and Alexander himself, thinking to use the latter to further his cover, then free him. So it was done, and Alexander found himself a free boy at last, but without skills other than riding and his hidden power of telekenesis. Thus, Frederick found himself having to stay with his young ward.

The two formed a strong bond, with Frederick teaching Alexander how to read, write, and handle a blaster. In time, Alexander even joined the Rebellion in his own right, first as a fellow infiltrator, then as a pilot. And when Endor was won and the New Republic was formed, the young man, now 19, was assigned to guard Paradise 'Par' Rapids as the latter went into Hutt Space.

Krak Tamson

A large Karkarodon who serves as Par's bodyguard, Krak has a sense of justice that belies his predatory appearance. Distantly related to the infamous Seperatist commander Riff Tamson, Krak seeks to erase the shame brought to the family name by that general, while fighting the tyranny of the Galactic Empire. A good shot with heavy blasters and a formidable melee combatant, few cross him at their peril.

AD-3PO

A bronze-plated protocol droid that is fluent in over six million forms of communication, AD-3PO has been modified to fit in a series of cutters, bblasters, and even a small flamer; this makes him an assassin droid as well as a tool of diplomacy. Polite and erudite, AD-3PO has gained a personality due to not being mind-wiped at all, a personality that causes him to dislike needless violence. But this dislike makes him a more effective assassin, not less, because he defines assassination as preventing more violence than it creates...

Mary Chapelle

Mary Chapelle is a veteran of the Rebellion turned Heavy Infantrywoman of the New Republic forces. Born in Lothal, Mary nurses a hatred of the Empire yet at the same time has seen the Rebellion been ineffective too many times - she served before Jyn Erso's sacrifice - to be fully accepting of the New Republic. Skeptical of Paradise 'Par' Rapids' skills, she hopes she can prevent him from getting killed in the line of duty even as she believes the boy would accomplish nothing in Hutt Space.

Faction Assets:

The Freemaker

A ship modeled on ancient vessels used by the Old Republic (Defender-class corvettes) The Freemaker has been crafted with new materials and the latest technology by one of the financial backers of the Rebellion, who then gave it to Par for New Republic use.

One X-Wing for Alexander with accompanying Astromech Droid.

Various Clerks, Janitor Droids, and additional bodyguards, most of them mercenaries and professional soldiers. Thirty personnel, twenty-five bodyguards.

Five Million Credits on the ship, and several bank accounts containing Fifteen Million more.

What weapons the bodyguards have on their persons and on the ship's small arsenal.

Faction History: Formerly the Rebelliion's diplomatic service, the New Republic's foriegn policy arm was remodeled after the Battle of Endor in order to gather new allies. Attached to Task Force Rancor, the New Republic Diplomatic Service seeks to find allies against the remnants of the Empire, and as long as the Hutts remain strong, find a modus vivendi with them. Now they sail for Paradise, distrusting Koren and the Golden Exchange and yet counting on their continued neutrality...

@Enalais@Sep@CaptainBritton