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Current 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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23 days ago
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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2 mos ago
New Interest Check, everybody!
2 mos ago
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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It was then that Ashton's still-activated laptop beeped. Bringing up his inbox, the young man saw a message from one of his online contacts on the 'dark extranet'. Upon reading, the young man froze. Turning to Flame, the boy said, "Remember the Batarian dissident I told you about, Rigger? Apparently, he's dead." A pause. "Dead but not without his secrets; I've suspected that he carried some sensitive information on the Hegemony when he vanished and that's been confirmed."

Flame nodded at that, then said, "If it had been any other kid saying this, I'd be suspecting them. But right now, I believe you're right. Shall we go to the Main Hangar now?"

A swift nod as Ashton packed up his personal computer and omni-tool, carefully erasing all traces of his use of the local computer grid as he did so. The boy then gave a slight bow to Lokea and said, "Thank you."

He and Flame then walked down the control tower and went to meet with this 'Saris Fen'; Ashton assumed the name was Volus. Once they got there, Flame looked around, saying, "We seem to be an intact group. Can't say the same for these Blue Suns."

Ashton looked at where Laurence was and whispered back, "Well, it seems that Mr. Constantly Angry got here first. Anyway, I'll be introducing myself to this 'Saris' guy; he seems like the sort of person who'd tolerate some sass."

Flame's palm met his face as he said in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to anger an employer who's shady enough to hire kids?" A pause. "Oh, well, guess it's your coffin."

They waited for the Volus to arrive, and when he did, Ashton went a few steps forward. He then gave a slight bow and apologized for his forwardness, "Please forgive me for asking first, Mr. Fen, but having left a middle-class life on Earth - It is my companion who was a former slave, not me - to pursue the will of a now-dead friend," Ashton carefully avoided revealing that said friend was a Batarian, "I must ask what exactly you are planning to do with us as your 'employees'."

A purse of his lips, "And by that, why are you looking for a ragtag bunch of talented misfits? Especially misfits with a sense of morality. I presume it's for an idealistic mission, right?" Another pause. "Because if so, I'd like to see terms of employment; the promise of credits is great, but I want to know if I'd be able to do some freelance security work as long as I don't reveal anything and send messages to my parents assuring them I am all right as long as I also don't reveal anything."
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Ashton Andrews

"Oh, I think you're cute, but I already have a boyfriend; the other boy with me. And I won't exchange him for the world," was Ashton's response to Fritzi's question as to whether she looked cute or not. "And it's okay for me to just earn a living wage, at least for now."

Then Fritzi pressed her head against his'; Ashton was a bit embarrassed despite knowing it to be necessary. Then she revealed his magic as Light Magic, which in this world was mainly strengthening natural attributes, it seemed.

Light, Ashton thought to himself. Just like what Hiro has. Smiling, the boy said, "Don't worry; with this new magic, I'll be able to maintain a decent cleaning speed!" A smile, a quick "Jiwald!" and Ashton proceeded to do just that.

Fritzi might be hiding something, he thought as he cleaned, She is a bit disadvantaged even though she hides it. But what's behind that brave face? He kept cleaning the house, focusing on training his body to be faster; he knew that a kid made a bad 'damage absorber'. So he'd be a jack-of-all-trades or a rogue. A smile at that as he thought, Unless Fritzi really is part of the 'Demi-Human Liberation Front', this promises to be a perfectly quiet time. So time to find out general world information.

Turning towards the Fox-woman, hoping she hadn't gone up yet, Ashton would say, "So, this city is called Priestella, and I heard some snatches of conversation that said that this is part of a Kingdom called Lugnica. As my knowledge of the world isn't much... I'd like to ask just what the Kingdom of Lugnica actually is. What is its capital, who is its King - or Queen Regnant - And finally, what is its founding Legend? What hero founded such a Kingdom and what... Gods blessed it?"

A pause. "And finally, a sensitive question; what are the evil forces that oppose the Gods? Much lore has been lost in our own Kingdom before we were kidnapped and taken to this place; disasters and purges and everything happened. So if you know anything, even hearsay and stories, I'd love to hear those."

Flame Brooks

Flame pursed his lips and said, "Well, there was darkness, and this person called L.T. who called us in said presumably-magical darkness, talking about taking us to someone who loved us." He had been there when Ashton had given his explanation, but can recall only snatches of it. "Then the darkness lifted and we found ourselves in your city." A pause. "To be honest, I think that we've been expreimented on, and the darkness that enveloped us was Magic of a dark kind. Even now, there are... Indications that we might be under a geas, a matter of superstition in our Kingdom."

Now, a thought, "Despite our items that operate on unknown principles, despite the fact that our items operate on the same level as Magic, much lore has been lost, forgotten, or purged in our Kingdom. In our land, items like these are made using Science; the observation and application of established laws of the universe, and manipulating energy and matter that already exist. Or at least, that's what we've been taught in school; assumng that schooling is common in your Kingdom. This loss of magical lore might be a factor in our kidnapping; the enemy might find people who have literally lived under metaphorical rocks for centuries to be a useful subject for experimentation."

As they walked on, Flame then asked Aer, "Add that to the fact that Demi-Humans are myths and legend in our Kingdom - You can infer the horrible implications of that statement later - and you'll find that we are both innocent yet at the same time not beyond suspicion. So let me ask you one thing: What are Wtiches? In our land, the term applies to any woman who uses Magic."
Haven Base

Theodore smiled at Anna as she arrived, saying, "Pilot Mustang, welcome to the group." He then faced everyone, "People of the International Volunteers, this is Anna Mustang, yet another defector, this time from Denver-Vegas. She will be replacing Isaac LaBelle as the group's sniper." The General Commander then faced the group. "As for why Mr. LaBelle is going to be replaced? I have it on good authority that he's an actual mole in the International Volunteers, and despite my demonstrated leniency, my patience isn't infinite, especially as he had made an agreement with Osamu Akiyama to hand over one of the pilots here to him."

A mild, hopefully compassionate, glance at Alexei if he hadn't left the meeting yet, indicating to the young man that he was the Pilot Osamu and Isaac had been targeting. "Consider this a fair warning; an actual betrayal of trust will be met with consequences. I may be lenient, but I am not stupid. The strength and weakness of the International Volunteers lies on its ability to attract and keep defectors from those 'plutocrats'. And my own strength and weakness lie in fostering the individual strengths of each Pilot, embedding a sense of camaraderie into them, and then hoping that they stay loyal and do not turn the fostered strengths against me." A purse of his lips. "Kindness is not the same as being 'soft'; not all the time."

A pause as Mariano entered the room, "Speaking of which... Pilot Encarnacion (@AzenExile); perhaps you can ask for Confession Services when the campaign for Darwin is over and not before?"

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I may not be available the next few days.
Ashton Andrews and Flame Brooks

A plan was accomplished through hurried discussion; Ashton would go with Fritzi to unlock his magic, Flame would go with Aer to maintain a line with the authorities, and Hiro, Chieko, and Aerith would go to Doctor Donovan's. But before they parted ways, Flame said to Ashton, "If you really must try and save the people who've killed us multiple times, do so because you want to, not because you're obliged to be a hero." A smile. "You're already my rescuer."

Ashton chuckled, flattered, as he walked with Fritzi, taking frequent looks back at Flame. Flame waved goodbye as he went with Aer, his smile still present. But for now, they part ways.

Ashton Andrews

When Flame was out of sight, Ashton asked Fritzi as they went to the house they were to clean, "So, if I may ask, are you happy with your job? After all, rich people can either be generous or snobbish depending on their whims. Also, is the pay at least good?"

Flame Brooks

As Flame went with Aer, prepared to go through another interview, the young man said to the small adult, "So... Priestella; I heard word on the streets that the city is suffering from the aftermath of a war. Mind if I ask what sort of war it was and how bad was it?"
Ashton Andrews, the Chosen of Stories and Flame Brooks, Operator

Ashton grit his teeth at the apperance of overwhelming forces, but a plan was forming in his mind as he said, "All right, everyone - Hold them off! Hold the enemy army off - I have a plan!"

Quite a big thing for a kid to ask, even if said kid had great power and responsibility. But Ashton's voice was sure as he began gathering the Rune energy he was generating, willing himself to muster enough for what he wanted to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he can already see Flame in a defensive posture, parrying a blow from an enemy with his own weapon. This firmed up the boy's courage as he made his move.

A stomp of his foot, and two support columns of stone and earth rose up from the floor, reaching the ceiling to brace it for what Ashton was going to do next - Blast a hole through said ceiling in order to get up and evacuate the prisoners to a higher floor.

Another few moments to breathe; another few moments to generate more Rune. Then, concentrating on his control of the 'Earth' Element, Ashton thrust his hand up at the ceiling, and the stone - if things went well - split apart and broke away. Hopefully, this would form a small tunnel that would lead to another floor of the building where the group can then flee to and get their bearings.

"Winged lady!" Ashton shouted, "You and I and the older redhead can lift us up through the tunnel I made through the cieling - Assuming I managed to carve out a tunnel!"

He then looked at where Flame was with the others, who were no doubt being pressed back by the literal army of Kazzok soldiers. Glaring at the golden-armored commander, a commander who was truly of flesh and blood, Ashton waited for the others to follow his instructions and retreat towards the hole he had made above - assuming that the castle didn't have the ability to magically regenerate rock or was magically stronger than it looked.
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