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Current The second thread of my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is 7 months old, but the overall storyline has lasted for 22 months.
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I've been here since Oldguild.
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Tomorrow will be a great day...
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5 days till Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, my RP, reaches the 22nd month of its storyline, scattered across two threads (the first lasted for 15 months and the second for 6 - 7).
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Alexander Ascot

"Indeed I do, " Alexander said to Alto as Vittorio gave his speech. Stretching out his right hand, he conjured up the God-Binding Grimorie of Imprisonment, which appeared in a burst of glittering motes. Blessed and implicitly protected by as many Gods and Goddesses as possible, the book's cover and binding was nearly indestructable, as strong as Alexander's willpower and confidence in himself. And while those two weren't always the strongest, they would be strong enough for this. He had his own people to take care of, his own people he loved.

And so his doubts, fears, and even his sadness and sympathy for Vittorio became irrelevant, pushed to the side as the young man knew he had to get back to this in one piece.

Positioning himself in front of Alto and Michael, left hand holding the Sticky Foam Gun and right hand holding his Grimorie, he would shake his head and respond to Vittorio's rant about the Day of Reckoning: "No."

First Energy Beam: Floor and Dust. Second to Fifth Energy Beams: Cieling? Alexander would make use of the Body Art that Michael had given him to make a flying leap up, and swat two of the four energy beams Vittorio had aimed at the floor above with the outside of his book, the embodiment of his Core Power. Blessed by every imaginable Pantheon. Strengthened by my own soul. This is my own power, the power of one who seeks to protect others.

As the other two energy rays hit the cieling (unless stopped by Michael and Alto), Alexander landed on the ground once more, breathing hard and clearly in pain. Assuming that Alto and Michael were distracted with preventing the floor above from collapsing upon them, the Officer put himself forward once more, saying, "Let me make this clear, little boy. You talk about failure to do justice. You tell me to blame myself. You, who jump to conclusions on the haziest of assumptions, assume the roles of judge, jury, and executioner. "

Alexander laughed in contempt even as Vittorio's astral form seemed to be lost in reverie, His Grimorie and Gun held out to hinder any attempt by the other Mephisto's student, the Shapeshifter, to interfere.

"Only those who are better in investigation than the law have the right to take justice into their own hands, young man," That statement encapsulated the essence of Alexander's personal philosophy. "No evidence other than your delusions point to Alto being guilty of summoning your friends' and family's killer." He would walk forwards with his weapons drawn, ready to bat away any attempt by Vittorio or Gillam to attack. "You know nothing about the justice that you spout about, you little guttersnipe. So don't lecture me."

And Alexander would charge Vittorio then, covering his own advance with a volley of sticky foam shots; the foam would absorb magical energy as it made contact with Vittorio's Astral Form.

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William Ascot

"Oh, wow!" William Ascot said happily, "I didn't know you were like King, Vernon! Well, half like King, at any rate." A pause as the truth occured to his mind, causing Ascot to catch himself even as (presumably) Galbrek collapsed from the paralyzing song. "Oh, wait, you were bluffing."

The boy felt it was all right to say that now that Galbrek was (again, presumably) paralyzed by the magical music and probably so caught up in his humiliation that he won't be able to listen. He would then take back the Ice Cream Cake from Darla and say, "I'm glad to meet you too; I apologize for everything!" Or if Darla just threw the Ice Cream Cake at Ascot, or hit him with it, he'd just try and dodge. Whatever the case, the boy would say to Andras, "Let's get something to eat now; I'm sure there's a ramen stand somewhere!"

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Waiting for @CavnderOHeart!
Sorry about this, guys, but although I don't want the RP to die, the game feels bland at present and it is my fault. So if @Double and @Gentlemanvaultboy accept, I am giving over control of the RP to them because, well, I think they can make it un-bland when I could not.
Sorry, I'm in work :/ I'll do it on my lunch, again apologies :(


Ah, I have to sleep soon, sadly.
Yeah but you'll have to bear with me as I'll have to re-download the app :)


Welcome back; redownloaded yet?

William Ascot

Vernon's intervention literally cooled down Ascot, and Galbrek's influence over the young man ended. Instinctively averting his eyes away from the other young man, Ascot spoke to the Half-Demon, his voice even more steely, "Actually, I have a counter-offer; I and Andras can eat first, then we can ressurect Vittorio's parents and friends. After that, we can use your knowledge of Vit's whereabouts to finally secure the tearful reunion. Why am I proposing another deal? Well, it's because Vernon, my boyfriend, is wary about you and I trust him. Plus, the fact is that he also knows Vittiorio, isn't that right, Vernon?"

At the same time, Andras would reject Galbrek's offer even as the latter turned to offer it to her, and Ascot would run towards his friend as he sensed distress in her voice. Of course, Galbrek's minions might be able to make a grab for him before he did that, but Vernon's stunt with the ice would clear enough space around them to give the boy an opening to go up to Andras. Somehow, Ascot felt that this was the right thing to do.

Looking at Vernon instead of Galbrek, Ascot would say, "Thanks, Vernon. Thanks for everything."

Then he would turn back to Galbrek, refusing to gaze into the man's eyes - he had figured out from Andras' unintentional use of Erayo that Galbrek's ability was eye-based. He would then say, "Now, now, we're all friends here; no need to hurl mind-affecting magics on one another."

And in a show of hypocrisy, he used Narrative Role of Familiarity, activating a field the size of a University's Lecture Hall around him. But this field was not aimed at Galbrek; the young man had plenty of evidence that William Ascot was not a friend of his'. Rather, the field was aimed at the crowd, the security guards, Masami, and if he was within reach, Aegus Reister. The memories of the crowd, guard, Masami, and Aegus (assuming that he didn't have a protective ability) would begin warping to see William Ascot as a familiar person - no, a friend that they must defend against any hostility.

It was Galbrek's move now, by the way.

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Might take a month's hiatus.
@EldarionI, I might be interested; can we talk on Discord? I am on RPGuild's Discord server...
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