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STATUS: Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year. 17 days ago
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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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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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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
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Part Two of Intro
Oli Cinter and Johnny
Director Bathala would call the two to a meeting in his office in the early hours of the morning, and after exchanging brief pleasantries, sigh and say to the two, “You know of Pablo Legazpi, right? The student whose Noble Arm has the ‘Light of Truth’? Well, I want him watched.”
Turning to Johnny, the Director said, “Even though his powers are proof against all illusions, you are much smarter than him, with a strategic and cunning mind that is beyond his’.” Then to Oli, “And you, on the other hand, are an honest man who does not delude himself and are thus resistant to his powers of revelation.”
A pause, “Although he and I are allies for the same cause, I don’t want him getting arrogant, overconfident, and getting his fellow students killed. Or get himself killed trying to convert Hammerites or Disablers to his point of view. I have plans for him if his youth and inexperience does not lead to him making dangerous mistakes.”
Then he pulled out a dossier from his desk before saying, “Now, onto other matters. Two Philippine Senators, Bam Aquino and Samira Gutoc, are coming over to our Academy later today - We need to keep them safe. Find the three Students on the dossier - Oscar Helgrem, Henry Durand, and Jordan Quinn and assign them to guard our guests once they visit. If you cannot find Jordan Quinn anywhere, call Cynthia Weissberg.”
@BigPapaBelial@The Jest
Oscar Helgrem
Oscar Helgrem would find himself in the library, where there were many audiobooks in English and Filipino, although he’d have to pay for their use. There was also a copy of the School Paper in English and Filipino/Tagalog which spoke of the coming visit by the two members of the Philippine Senate, Bam Aquino/Benigno Aquino the IVth and Samira Gutoc, and speculation as to the security arrangements for said visit - It appears that a number of students would be chosen by the Director himself from a list of candidates in order to deter any sudden betrayals…
@Th3King0fChaos
Henry Durand
If he went around the Academy premises, Henry Durand would find that most of Trinidad Academy’s ‘top-notch’ facilities, especially the gym, had been reserved by one Virgil Vazquez for himself and his group of rich kids, thus stonewalling other students’ plans for training unless they went out of their way to ‘serve’ that guy as his personal servants. However, there have been rumors of them admitting a bunch of other students into the arenas, swimming pools, and virtual reality simulations without the aforementioned requirements. Could they be acknowledging other students as equals now? Or was this part of another power play?
@dragonpiece
Jordan Quinn
The shooting ranges were also reserved for Virgil Vazquez, even though the latter didn’t even have a ranged Noble Arm. It was quite clear that the rich kid was trying to wall off those with more talent and more powerful Noble Arms from ever training their abilities without his say-so. What a blight to Trinidad Academy, one who has already received a censure from the Director but was still flaunting how his parents had donated so much to the Academy that no one would be able to expel him.
Nevertheless, it was clear that without faculty intervention, he won’t be able to train his Noble Arm unless he resorted to looking for empty spaces and shooting at coca-cola bottles...
@BigPapaBelial
Oli Cinter and Johnny
Director Bathala would call the two to a meeting in his office in the early hours of the morning, and after exchanging brief pleasantries, sigh and say to the two, “You know of Pablo Legazpi, right? The student whose Noble Arm has the ‘Light of Truth’? Well, I want him watched.”
Turning to Johnny, the Director said, “Even though his powers are proof against all illusions, you are much smarter than him, with a strategic and cunning mind that is beyond his’.” Then to Oli, “And you, on the other hand, are an honest man who does not delude himself and are thus resistant to his powers of revelation.”
A pause, “Although he and I are allies for the same cause, I don’t want him getting arrogant, overconfident, and getting his fellow students killed. Or get himself killed trying to convert Hammerites or Disablers to his point of view. I have plans for him if his youth and inexperience does not lead to him making dangerous mistakes.”
Then he pulled out a dossier from his desk before saying, “Now, onto other matters. Two Philippine Senators, Bam Aquino and Samira Gutoc, are coming over to our Academy later today - We need to keep them safe. Find the three Students on the dossier - Oscar Helgrem, Henry Durand, and Jordan Quinn and assign them to guard our guests once they visit. If you cannot find Jordan Quinn anywhere, call Cynthia Weissberg.”
@BigPapaBelial@The Jest
Oscar Helgrem
Oscar Helgrem would find himself in the library, where there were many audiobooks in English and Filipino, although he’d have to pay for their use. There was also a copy of the School Paper in English and Filipino/Tagalog which spoke of the coming visit by the two members of the Philippine Senate, Bam Aquino/Benigno Aquino the IVth and Samira Gutoc, and speculation as to the security arrangements for said visit - It appears that a number of students would be chosen by the Director himself from a list of candidates in order to deter any sudden betrayals…
@Th3King0fChaos
Henry Durand
If he went around the Academy premises, Henry Durand would find that most of Trinidad Academy’s ‘top-notch’ facilities, especially the gym, had been reserved by one Virgil Vazquez for himself and his group of rich kids, thus stonewalling other students’ plans for training unless they went out of their way to ‘serve’ that guy as his personal servants. However, there have been rumors of them admitting a bunch of other students into the arenas, swimming pools, and virtual reality simulations without the aforementioned requirements. Could they be acknowledging other students as equals now? Or was this part of another power play?
@dragonpiece
Jordan Quinn
The shooting ranges were also reserved for Virgil Vazquez, even though the latter didn’t even have a ranged Noble Arm. It was quite clear that the rich kid was trying to wall off those with more talent and more powerful Noble Arms from ever training their abilities without his say-so. What a blight to Trinidad Academy, one who has already received a censure from the Director but was still flaunting how his parents had donated so much to the Academy that no one would be able to expel him.
Nevertheless, it was clear that without faculty intervention, he won’t be able to train his Noble Arm unless he resorted to looking for empty spaces and shooting at coca-cola bottles...
@BigPapaBelial
Trinidad Academy - One Week after the Start of Semester
As part of the Director’s new rules, Students were ordered to get up at Five AM, where they were to eat breakfast (assuming they lived in the Dorms), pray (if they were religious), exercise (albeit however they wanted), read in the school library, and at the end of the hour, sing the Philippine National Anthem if they were of Filipino Citizenship. Nevertheless, depending on how fast they ate breakfast and prayed, it was clear that the students had at least thirty minutes of free time, free time which can be used for other things, things such as discussing how exactly the semester would start...
Jeim Izgawi
For in the first ten minutes of this ‘unofficial free hour’, one JeimSeu Igawzi would receive a whisper carried to his ears alone by the wind.
“Jeim, Jeim… The Hammer have a mission for you. Two Senators from this nation’s Congress will come to inspect the Director’s changes to the Academy - Several of the more indolent students here will seek to ally with you and a few other people they believe are part of the Hammer. Their goal is to discredit the Director by allowing you and your folk to kill the Senators, then betray you and hand you over to the police. So pretend to go along with them, then ensure that they are the ones who discredit themselves.”
A pause, as the whisper continued blowing into his ears, “We will have bigger fish to fry in the future...”
@WindsOfFate
Nuru
Nuru appeared like a poor person, despite his sister’s connections getting him into the Academy. Thus, for the first week of his class, he’d be targeted by bullies, among them a gang led by one Virgil Vazquez, son of a Mestizo (Part-Native, Part-Spanish) family with a large amount of influence in the school. Virgil was one of those fair-skinned, brown-haired people who looked down on those with darker coloration, and despite Nuru being a better combatant than him in every way, the rich kid and his gang of fellow rich and influential Arms Masters would try and harass him every way that they could… Which was why the fact that they were missing was a cause for concern.
Then a flash of lightning which was clearly not his could be seen from a nearby window in the direction of the courtyard - His current location was in a lobby.
@Renny
Cynthia, Pablo, and Vane
Cynthia directed a bolt of fire-transmuted-into-lightning at the Mestizo creep who had tried to make a pass at her with her Noble Arm, only to find it deflected by a round shield of steel like those used by Spanish Conquistadors.
“Hah!” the guy in question (Virgil, right?) said in triumph as his gang of thugs, each carrying their own ‘beautiful’ and ‘elegant’ Noble Arms, closed in on her in a circle, ”You’re going to regret refusing to go out with me, you rotten b***h! My shield is immune to physical force!”
A voice interrupted, “Technically true, your shield is immune to physical force. But not the area around, over, and under it, you spoiled brat.”
The voice was from another student who was walking towards them, a brown-skinned, golden-eyed young man of sixteen years of age. This student continued, turning to Virgil’s second-in-command, a tall and heavily-built young man with large fists, “Arturo, your Noble Arm isn’t much better - Your brass knuckles look good, but their real power is to prevent the steroids you take from killing you.”
He then looked around at the others and said, “I know what each Noble Arm of yours’ can do, and normally, I should just threaten to reveal that information to the other students… Along with your other secrets. But right now, I’m pissed.”
A thin smile, “Which is why I’m going to the Director with this.”
Virgil scrunched up his face in anger, shouting, “Not if we beat you up first - Lucrezia, get him!”
One of two female students in Virgil’s gang swung her Noble Arm - A whip - At Pablo, only for Cynthia to swat it aside with her spear, then send a spray of water Arturo’s way, knocking the other student back. Then she took advantage of everyone else’s surprise to grab Pablo’s wrist and begin running towards the school building -
Only to crash into yet another Student, a tall, black-haired young man who had ended up in their way. This young man? It was Vane Wilson himself, and he can see Virgil and his gang - Four rich kids who ran behind their leader, racing towards Cynthia and Pablo!
@Not Fungus
As part of the Director’s new rules, Students were ordered to get up at Five AM, where they were to eat breakfast (assuming they lived in the Dorms), pray (if they were religious), exercise (albeit however they wanted), read in the school library, and at the end of the hour, sing the Philippine National Anthem if they were of Filipino Citizenship. Nevertheless, depending on how fast they ate breakfast and prayed, it was clear that the students had at least thirty minutes of free time, free time which can be used for other things, things such as discussing how exactly the semester would start...
Jeim Izgawi
For in the first ten minutes of this ‘unofficial free hour’, one JeimSeu Igawzi would receive a whisper carried to his ears alone by the wind.
“Jeim, Jeim… The Hammer have a mission for you. Two Senators from this nation’s Congress will come to inspect the Director’s changes to the Academy - Several of the more indolent students here will seek to ally with you and a few other people they believe are part of the Hammer. Their goal is to discredit the Director by allowing you and your folk to kill the Senators, then betray you and hand you over to the police. So pretend to go along with them, then ensure that they are the ones who discredit themselves.”
A pause, as the whisper continued blowing into his ears, “We will have bigger fish to fry in the future...”
@WindsOfFate
Nuru
Nuru appeared like a poor person, despite his sister’s connections getting him into the Academy. Thus, for the first week of his class, he’d be targeted by bullies, among them a gang led by one Virgil Vazquez, son of a Mestizo (Part-Native, Part-Spanish) family with a large amount of influence in the school. Virgil was one of those fair-skinned, brown-haired people who looked down on those with darker coloration, and despite Nuru being a better combatant than him in every way, the rich kid and his gang of fellow rich and influential Arms Masters would try and harass him every way that they could… Which was why the fact that they were missing was a cause for concern.
Then a flash of lightning which was clearly not his could be seen from a nearby window in the direction of the courtyard - His current location was in a lobby.
@Renny
Cynthia, Pablo, and Vane
Cynthia directed a bolt of fire-transmuted-into-lightning at the Mestizo creep who had tried to make a pass at her with her Noble Arm, only to find it deflected by a round shield of steel like those used by Spanish Conquistadors.
“Hah!” the guy in question (Virgil, right?) said in triumph as his gang of thugs, each carrying their own ‘beautiful’ and ‘elegant’ Noble Arms, closed in on her in a circle, ”You’re going to regret refusing to go out with me, you rotten b***h! My shield is immune to physical force!”
A voice interrupted, “Technically true, your shield is immune to physical force. But not the area around, over, and under it, you spoiled brat.”
The voice was from another student who was walking towards them, a brown-skinned, golden-eyed young man of sixteen years of age. This student continued, turning to Virgil’s second-in-command, a tall and heavily-built young man with large fists, “Arturo, your Noble Arm isn’t much better - Your brass knuckles look good, but their real power is to prevent the steroids you take from killing you.”
He then looked around at the others and said, “I know what each Noble Arm of yours’ can do, and normally, I should just threaten to reveal that information to the other students… Along with your other secrets. But right now, I’m pissed.”
A thin smile, “Which is why I’m going to the Director with this.”
Virgil scrunched up his face in anger, shouting, “Not if we beat you up first - Lucrezia, get him!”
One of two female students in Virgil’s gang swung her Noble Arm - A whip - At Pablo, only for Cynthia to swat it aside with her spear, then send a spray of water Arturo’s way, knocking the other student back. Then she took advantage of everyone else’s surprise to grab Pablo’s wrist and begin running towards the school building -
Only to crash into yet another Student, a tall, black-haired young man who had ended up in their way. This young man? It was Vane Wilson himself, and he can see Virgil and his gang - Four rich kids who ran behind their leader, racing towards Cynthia and Pablo!
@Not Fungus
Trinidad Academy - One Week before the Start of Semester
The center of Trinidad Academy was occupied by a garden, a garden where native flowers and trees circled a large pedestal on which stood a dark blue slab of polished stone; there, the names of Trinidad Academy's founders and its prominent alumni were set. This was the 'Founders' Monument', a symbol of the sense of optimism that had driven the establishment of the school before the realities of the Cold War and the War on Terror put paid to such dreams. Pablo Legazpi hoped that what he would do was the first step to said dreams' restoration.
"Place the hilt of your Noble Arm on the slab; I can rely on you not to damage it," said the person behind him.
The boy nodded, and summoned his blade, before pressing the pommel gently onto the monument. Then, he willed its power to life, the light blue glow revealing his own truths to him once more.
I had nothing to fear from my parents; I was still their son, no matter who I was attracted to. I were merely seeking excuses to whine, to publicly angst, to call for attention. I have a thirst for being the center of things, which is why I am allowing him to use my power for his own selfish ends.
Pablo breathed the truths of his life, not running away from his self-deceptions, his hypocrisy, and the moral weakness of his actions.
But I know this, that there is actual good that can be done! I know this, that if good is the promotion of peace, happiness, and the prevention of pain, then it's within my reach! That is a true enough reason to join that man's cause!
And with that, the truths of the Academy, the truth about the person just behind him, and the knowledge needed to pursue the good he believed in came to him. But so too did this truth: That his victory was not guaranteed, that goodness existed but can be defeated. Even with what he now knew, he might still lose.
But it was a cause worth fighting for - He at least knew that!
As the light of truth faded, Pablo respectfully turned to the person who had given him access to the monument, and gave a respectful bow.
"Director Bathala," he said in a firm voice, "What do you want to know?"
The center of Trinidad Academy was occupied by a garden, a garden where native flowers and trees circled a large pedestal on which stood a dark blue slab of polished stone; there, the names of Trinidad Academy's founders and its prominent alumni were set. This was the 'Founders' Monument', a symbol of the sense of optimism that had driven the establishment of the school before the realities of the Cold War and the War on Terror put paid to such dreams. Pablo Legazpi hoped that what he would do was the first step to said dreams' restoration.
"Place the hilt of your Noble Arm on the slab; I can rely on you not to damage it," said the person behind him.
The boy nodded, and summoned his blade, before pressing the pommel gently onto the monument. Then, he willed its power to life, the light blue glow revealing his own truths to him once more.
I had nothing to fear from my parents; I was still their son, no matter who I was attracted to. I were merely seeking excuses to whine, to publicly angst, to call for attention. I have a thirst for being the center of things, which is why I am allowing him to use my power for his own selfish ends.
Pablo breathed the truths of his life, not running away from his self-deceptions, his hypocrisy, and the moral weakness of his actions.
But I know this, that there is actual good that can be done! I know this, that if good is the promotion of peace, happiness, and the prevention of pain, then it's within my reach! That is a true enough reason to join that man's cause!
And with that, the truths of the Academy, the truth about the person just behind him, and the knowledge needed to pursue the good he believed in came to him. But so too did this truth: That his victory was not guaranteed, that goodness existed but can be defeated. Even with what he now knew, he might still lose.
But it was a cause worth fighting for - He at least knew that!
As the light of truth faded, Pablo respectfully turned to the person who had given him access to the monument, and gave a respectful bow.
"Director Bathala," he said in a firm voice, "What do you want to know?"
@BigPapaBelial, Either of your characters are approved.
@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece@The Jest, Your characters are approved.
@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece@The Jest, Your characters are approved.
To everyone: Remember that 1 US Dollar is 55 Philippine Pesos/Php!
@FuegoMyEggo, Added a link to the Discord we use in the OOC Opening Post - You can come there and ask for the 'Noble Arms' Role!
@dragonpiece, Make your character here, btw.
@Renny, @WindsOfFate, @Not Fungus, post your characters to the Characters Tab.
@Renny, @WindsOfFate, @Not Fungus, post your characters to the Characters Tab.
@dragonpiece, We have room for 5 more players, actually.
Made a few edits to the OOC!
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