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11 days ago
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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22 days ago
Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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1 mo ago
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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@FalloutJack, @Typical, @Savo, @KenjuGuy:

I posted, it might be relevant to Alexander and Joey.
Mikhail Chekhov

Mikhail chuckled at the thought of Alex the Snob and Peppy Ponytail being 'smart', but realized that Merja was right in that they were smarter than her. But, and the young man hated to admit it, he also selected Merja because she was malleable - He can push her in a way he could not push Alex or Joey. So his next words were, "All right, ask Alex and Joey for me. But if you fail, you're going to help me. Is that a deal?"

And you will fail, were Mikhail's thoughts, You will fail to sway them, they might even say something to make you feel guilty, and once that happens, I'll swoop in and push you into helping me.

"So go on, talk to them," Mikhail said, choking down the bile that rose into his throat as he realized he was being manipulative. He couldn't resist blurting out a correction to the phrase he used. "I mean, go to them, if you want. I mean, the snob and the ball of sunshine who has never suffered in any way in his life are so willing to help a fatherless kid." No, no, this is even more manipulative!, he thought, but continued anyway, "Go on, prove me wrong."

I dare you. Merja would recognize this from her own psychology classes as 'reverse psychology', a form of manipulation. But intellectual knowledge was not the same as emotional realization and Mikhail counted on that.

Mikhail felt the pain he was causing Merja, or would cause to Merja in the future. He felt that this was unfair and excessive to someone who was innocent of all this. But he remembered his father - Vasily Chekhov didn't deserve death as well. Thanks to the Russian Government, Mikhail would never see his smile, or hear his affectionate words, or walk with him in London's parks. There was a void in his heart, a yawning rift that can only be filled by revenge. So he pressed on, pain visible on his face and eyes, ready to be used at a moment's notice. But then he looked at Merja's eyes and backed down, turning away.

"I'm sorry," he said in a milder, more subdued tone than his previous words. "Just ask them to help - If they refuse, then it's your choice if you want to stay with me." He then offered a bargain, something to sweeten the deal and lessen his own guilt over trying to be so manipulative without sacrificing any gains he made, "I'm not taking psychology, but I can help you study it - My dad studied it plenty during his line of work. and still has several books on it, all of which are mine now." A faint smile. "That... And I know people when I really want something from them."

Advertising his own manipulation, and selling it as an advantage that can help Merja ace her Psychology class. Mikhail felt it was a masterstroke.

He regained part of his composure as he said, "So, I think Peppy Ponytail - I mean Joey - ought to be nearby. Although Alex the Snob seems to have more resources at hand." A revelation of his true feelings and thoughts towards the two, meant to show Merja that he was confiding in her, even in a roundabout way. "I'm revealing my private nicknames for those two as a sign of trust. Trust and reciprocation of trust is part of social behavior, which in turn is part of psychology."

There was every chance Mikhail might have overplayed his hand, that he might have pushed Merja away with his show of manipulation and his unsubtle implications that said manipulation was directed at her. But it was a calculated risk - Mikhail had seen enough of Merja's personality to know that she would be more likely to be impressed at how Mikhail knew the subject she studied even better than her, despite not taking formal classes in it...
7/13/19: Updated Theodore's CS!
7/12/19 - Added Pillars and 'Pillar Benefits'!
@Double@Gentlemanvaultboy@Ryteb Pymeroce@ShadowVentus@Nerevarine@Tenma Tendo@Shoddy McCoy@MagusDream:

Feel free to post as usual, but I will be taking a one-week break from my own posting to focus on my other RPs.
@Smike@Stern Algorithm@Aqutanama@Zoey White@Landaus Five-One@Solaris@jdh97@MagusDream:

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Note that I can use a second Co-GM!
Mount Etna, Ongoing World War II

"They might try to follow us if we don't maul them first," Tocsax said as False Hakim walked closer, one hand clutching his head, still clearly hurt by Astus' psychic attack. "Confession to make: I don't actually like using the Light, but I can still do so when needed - Holy!"

A bright column of Light engulfed Tocsax and Astus without harming them, before splitting up into six smaller pillars that formed an expanding circle of brightness that did destroy Heartless and burn human enemies - though their power armor saved them from death - while causing False Hakim to scream in combined fury and agony as he was hit by the attack, his body literally shedding wisps of darkness as he staggered back.

"You will realize the power of Darkness, Little Tocsax!" False Hakim said, but Tocsax had regained some of his spirit.

"Astus," the Nobody said, "Please assault False Hakim's mind once more. Then..." He waved his hand, finding he can create a Corridor of Darkness again, "We go."

London, England, Ongoing World War II

Judah's only response was, "Things have been this dire for an entire decade. Also, Cone of Silence."

A small whirlwind of air then covered the tables and chairs, silencing all sound coming out. At the same time, Lucy went inside the room and into the cone, saying, "Casting that spell again, Judah? You do realize that casting it wrongly might disturb the food?"

The Jewish male smiled, "Which is why I didn't cast it wrongly. Anyway, this person," he gestured to Agni, "Is someone who can tell you what exactly a Princess of Heart is and what their relevance is to this entire war - As I said to him, things have been this dire or more for an entire decade."

Berlin, Germany, Ongoing World War II

N/A, waiting for the others.

@Double@Gentlemanvaultboy@Ryteb Pymeroce@ShadowVentus@Nerevarine@Shoddy McCoy@MagusDream
Flame Brooks

"What am I?! Chopped Liver?!" Flame made his presence known as he stood beside Chieko, turning to her. "It seems negotiations have failed."

Then to Fritzi, "I have had enough of your warmongering nonsense! We get it, you're victims. And we get it as well, sometimes brute force is needed to achieve noble ends. But this is not one of those times, you fucking hypocrite! Sowing terror, massacring people who aren't just fat aristocrats, and setting fire to large portions of the city, this stops being the way after a while!"

Flame cupped his right palm, before saying, "Goa." A fireball appeared, ready to throw at Fritzi unless Chieko wanted the fox-woman's head herself.

Ashton Andrews

"On it, Jiwald!" Ashton said as he focused his magic on his paring knife, holding it forth, running at the nova of fire, hoping against hope that Odessa fulfilled her promise - Believing in her. Should Odessa make an opening, he ran straight at Sandra, stabbing at her with full force, his weapon held in both hands to drive it into her with as much strength as possible.

For Hiro. For Flame and Alistair, Chieko and Aerith, and everyone involved in this. For the people involved in the games of these Artificial Witches.

Please, Od Laguna, or God if you exist, guide my blow! Just for once, let me stab the right person!
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