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Noble Arms: The ASEAN War is 21 months old across two threads (one 15 months old and one 6 months old).
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10 days till my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, reaches 21 months old across two threads (one 15 months old and one 5 to 6 months old).
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To people seeking an RP, my own, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, has lasted for two threads that in turn went on for 15 and 5 months; 20 months overall. And it's still open.
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@Rebirth, btw, good CS.
@Rebirth, oh, a proper CS Template will be once the OOC gets published, but I will take a look!
Btw, Ashton was never attacking to kill.


Artwork Originally of Jason Levasseur from Moonlight Apparition, a webcomic made by one Darkhalo4321; all credit given to her.


Crap. Despite all his words, Ashton found himself unprepared for Alistair just leaving the room and planning to come back 'later'. At night. When there'd be no way to find this place again. As he prepared to run out after Alistair, things went to hell and high water faster than he could have imagined as several soldiers and a man in a modern-looking gas mask entered the room and declared that they were all wanted for treason and slated for death. This was not in the plan, but in a more realistic universe, no amount of planning can compensate for the paranoia of Medieval folks...especially when there probably is a genuine Cult or threat around somewhere.

The boy stepped forward, positioning himself protectively before the crying Priscilla, and said to Mono, "Please, let the others go. I am the true leader of the Cult and the one who brainwashed them into coming here. They are under my mental influence and thus not responsible for their own actions, and will be released from it soon once I am killed. Why am I revealing this all?" A sharp grin that only the other Earth-ers would recognize as a lie. "Because I can kill you all where I stand, and none would be the wiser. Hope's Heart!"

A bright light flashed from the boy as he transformed into a form resembling a Fantasy Rogue, with a black sleeveless top, long black gloves, and a black leather belt, pants, and boots. Two daggers were at his hands as he cut towards Mono, his instinctive use of Yang Magic strengthening his body to endure at least one attack.

He had to make this look good. He had to make it look like he was telling the truth, so that once he died, the others would be released peacefully. For he was going to die.

It seems I'll never see Mom, Dad, and Pidgey II ever again...


Artwork Originally of Jason Levasseur from Moonlight Apparition, a webcomic made by one Darkhalo4321; all credit given to her.


Crap. Despite all his words, Ashton found himself unprepared for Alistair just leaving the room and planning to come back 'later'. At night. When there'd be no way to find this place again. As he prepared to run out after Alistair, things went to hell and high water faster than he could have imagined as several soldiers and a man in a modern-looking gas mask entered the room and declared that they were all wanted for treason and slated for death. This was not in the plan, but in a more realistic universe, no amount of planning can compensate for the paranoia of Medieval folks...especially when there probably is a genuine Cult or threat around somewhere.

The boy stepped forward, positioning himself protectively before the crying Priscilla, and said to Mono, "Please, let the others go. I am the true leader of the Cult and the one who brainwashed them into coming here. They are under my mental influence and thus not responsible for their own actions, and will be released from it soon once I am killed. Why am I revealing this all?" A sharp grin that only the other Earth-ers would recognize as a lie. "Because I can kill you all where I stand, and none would be the wiser. Hope's Heart!"

A bright light flashed from the boy as he transformed into a form resembling a Fantasy Rogue, with a black sleeveless top, long black gloves, and a black leather belt, pants, and boots. Two daggers were at his hands as he cut towards Mono, his instinctive use of Yang Magic strengthening his body to endure at least one attack.

He had to make this look good. He had to make it look like he was telling the truth, so that once he died, the others would be released peacefully. For he was going to die.

It seems I'll never see Mom, Dad, and Pidgey II ever again...
Definitely interested


So, what is your planned character?
@Sierra So Legion is sort-of like a gigantic cybernetic prosthesis. Brilliant.

I just sort-of assumed Sync was a hard-calculated score, but with everything laid out, it could also be a soft-scoring system. If it's soft-scored, does Sync fluctuate based on what NC Core/design is connected? Interesting question to be played out and answered IC. None of our characters would know much about the back-end/metrics anyway.


Sync is based on the brainstem and the structure of one's nervous system; it's normally hard-calculated, but one can theoretically 'train' the brainstem with meditation or just drugs to increase one's Sync, or yes, just reduce the amount of input the nervous system gets.
@Sierra, thanks for the answers; they're sensible.

Artwork Originally of Jason Levasseur from Moonlight Apparition, a webcomic made by one Darkhalo4321; all credit given to her.

Artwork Originally of Jason Levasseur from Moonlight Apparition, a webcomic made by one Darkhalo4321; all credit given to her.


Ashton found himself admiring Alistair's...spirit. While he clearly didn't believe that the guy was in any way 'tolerant', he liked how the upper-class man had totally siezed the initiative, and so the boy followed him to the door in order to see if he can be of help. A memory came to him; a memory of the Cameron person who had cajoled and threatened him, and Ashton knew that the group would still need to be careful.

Then turning to 'Nakkun', Ashton said: "No, I don't remember dying. I was just minding my business, feeding Pidgey II, my pet pigeon, when I...yeah, I'm remembering now - I remember that black void and that creepy Slendergirl/Slenderboy!"

He began to analyze his encounter with Cameron, "That creepy Slendergirl/Slenderboy said that someone named Od Laguna was generous to me, and he also knew my name, my full name. Then he asked me how much my life was worth, and when I told him or her that I was not going to give him information with which to manipulate me, he or she reminded me that he held all the cards. So I did what he said and told them how much I valued my life. Then they asked me to make a deal with him; a contract 'in exchange for that life'. They then introduced himself as Cameron, the 'New God's Queen', and asked me to shake her hand.

"She then reached into her spectral form's 'pocket' and pulled out a purple pocket watch, before saying that if I don't decide, she'll 'destroy everything'. So I shook her hand and then I appeared here, momentarily forgetting who Cameron was." Ashton then prepared to analyze again.

"Now, here are a few preliminary conjectures: One, that Cameron is an eldritch being that has the apparent power of plucking people from time and space and even universes; note that this is again conjecture. Two, that there is another being, named Od Laguna, who is apparently of Godlike power - I do not presume to use the term God. And three, that there is a New 'God' that Cameron serves."

The boy paused. "I do not believe that 'Od Laguna', who has apparently generous to me, and the 'New God' whom Cameron serves are necessarily at loggerheads, although Cameron did find said generosity, which has not been exhibited yet, to be humorous. Then again, Cameron seems to be easily amused. Oh! Cameron also spoke about wanting a skin but lacking one, which depending on the stories one reads, is shorthand for wanting to be human or at least have a fleshy form. It can be presumed that the 'New God' is supposed to help him with that, but it is not powerful enough yet to do so. Therefore, our contracts with him, which I genuinely don't remember..."

Another pause. "Our contracts with him that I and we might not remember are to empower his 'New God', perhaps with 'Od Laguna' turning a blind eye, somehow. Note that again, this is merely conjecture."

He then turned to Priscilla and said, "Another conjecture is that we'd return eventually, after what might - might - be a lengthy adventure, so I think I should help you study not just for exams, but for years of make-up classes and lying to one's parents and authorities as to where you'd disappeared to."

You're being rude, you know, Ashton thought to himself. "Oh, and sorry for being rude, Ms. Priscilla."
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