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STATUS: 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... 10 days ago
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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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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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New Interest Check, everybody!
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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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@Senhara, Approval One.
Natasha Zhang
Dangit, she made a bad impression, and now the Captain didn't know how to respond due to her new awareness as to how her passive-aggression had been, well, passive-aggression. At the sight of the Small Mech making its way towards the cafeteria, Natasha's eyes bulged a little, but she tried to cover up her surprise and said, "Is that Mech sapient or something, or just very well-programed? Said Mech also reminded me that we should be making our way to the cafeteria so that we can give Lord Doruva of House Aoshen his 'all you can eat'..."
Nevertheless, she paused so that the ambassador whom she had passively-aggressively insulted can speak for herself - Natasha was interested in how she could assert herself while remaining polite. Not as interested as she was in the Small Mech, which she could have sworn was chuckling, but she can have Laurey look into it once they all meet and she gets herself used to MREs again. Either way, once the ambassador said her piece, Natasha Zhang led the way to the cafeteria, where another unknown alien from that 'Immortal' species and her baby were already eating.
Waving hi to this 'Immortal', Natasha said, "Greetings, I'm the Captain of the Ship, Natasha Zhang. What might your name be, and I presume you're here to join our fight against the Ascendancy?"
Ashton and Flame
Well... That went as well as expected, which was not very well at all. Flame and Ashton were realistic enough (okay, that was more Flame) to know that 'removing the band-aid' was necessary, but that didn't mean they had to like it though it had to be done. Or did it? The two had been so sure of their intelligence that they didn't actually think their actions through, and now they were suffering the consequences. So after lingering a few seconds longer to hear what their diplomat had to say, they went to the cafeteria where they got themselves used to MREs again.
Kherol had no problem eating these, Ashton thought. Neither should I.
I and Ashton might have been too arrogant and rash, Flame said. Scratch that, we were. No thinking about consequences, believing that our talents alone were enough. He took a bite out of an MRE. Somehow, failing makes MREs taste even blander...
He then looked at Natasha, then at Laurey, Avelyn, and perhaps Joey if he was there, and said, "We should begin pursuit of the pirates who took our - I mean Moonstrike's - cash as soon as possible. Who knows what they can do with it..."
@Letter Bee@Th3King0fChaos@The Man Emperor@Landaus Five-One@FalloutJack@Conscripts@dragonpiece@Starlance@jdh97@Vietmyke@Sylvan@Kafka Komedy@Smike
Dangit, she made a bad impression, and now the Captain didn't know how to respond due to her new awareness as to how her passive-aggression had been, well, passive-aggression. At the sight of the Small Mech making its way towards the cafeteria, Natasha's eyes bulged a little, but she tried to cover up her surprise and said, "Is that Mech sapient or something, or just very well-programed? Said Mech also reminded me that we should be making our way to the cafeteria so that we can give Lord Doruva of House Aoshen his 'all you can eat'..."
Nevertheless, she paused so that the ambassador whom she had passively-aggressively insulted can speak for herself - Natasha was interested in how she could assert herself while remaining polite. Not as interested as she was in the Small Mech, which she could have sworn was chuckling, but she can have Laurey look into it once they all meet and she gets herself used to MREs again. Either way, once the ambassador said her piece, Natasha Zhang led the way to the cafeteria, where another unknown alien from that 'Immortal' species and her baby were already eating.
Waving hi to this 'Immortal', Natasha said, "Greetings, I'm the Captain of the Ship, Natasha Zhang. What might your name be, and I presume you're here to join our fight against the Ascendancy?"
Ashton and Flame
Well... That went as well as expected, which was not very well at all. Flame and Ashton were realistic enough (okay, that was more Flame) to know that 'removing the band-aid' was necessary, but that didn't mean they had to like it though it had to be done. Or did it? The two had been so sure of their intelligence that they didn't actually think their actions through, and now they were suffering the consequences. So after lingering a few seconds longer to hear what their diplomat had to say, they went to the cafeteria where they got themselves used to MREs again.
Kherol had no problem eating these, Ashton thought. Neither should I.
I and Ashton might have been too arrogant and rash, Flame said. Scratch that, we were. No thinking about consequences, believing that our talents alone were enough. He took a bite out of an MRE. Somehow, failing makes MREs taste even blander...
He then looked at Natasha, then at Laurey, Avelyn, and perhaps Joey if he was there, and said, "We should begin pursuit of the pirates who took our - I mean Moonstrike's - cash as soon as possible. Who knows what they can do with it..."
@Letter Bee@Th3King0fChaos@The Man Emperor@Landaus Five-One@FalloutJack@Conscripts@dragonpiece@Starlance@jdh97@Vietmyke@Sylvan@Kafka Komedy@Smike
Adam Kenneth Yearling - Miyama Town.
If A.K. Yearling could say, sincerely, that he was mindful of his own safety, he would. But he could not - Esfandiyar's concerns were real, and A.K. was on the verge of burdening himself with every innocent life which could be potentially lost. But at the same time, he knew enough stories to know that war... War was hell and he had thrown himself into it, initially to prove himself to his family, but now because the story demanded a hero, even a martyr. And right now, as he continued looking for Elexis or some other Master, he had no regrets -
Then he saw the flare from one of Shinto Town's lesser parks, and decided that compassion did not preclude practicality and vigilance. So he said to Esfandiyar, telepathically, Change of plans. We go to where someone is picking a fight, observe what fight is occuring, and make sure no civilians get caught in the crossfire in this night - That last part is my small-w wish. I'll pull out my Invisibility Cloak for protection.
The young man, barely out of boyhood, then pulled out the Cloak and his Book and covered himself with the former, and began using Wind Magecraft with his basic spells in order to float towards Shinto Town, gesturing for Esfandiyar to folllow him in Spirit Form. As he flew towards his destination, his Cloak's properties allowing him to see inside and through it as though it were transparent, the Magus wrote the next few lines of his own story.
As the first blows of the Holy Grail War began, the burden of commitment that the author had taken upon himself, a burden born from mixed compassion, duty, pride and self-righteousness, felt as light as air. Why was this? Had the author already given up on life as well as victory? Had he decided that joining the narrative of the world, the narrative he believed was his path to The Root, required his sacrifice? Nevertheless, the young man hoped against hope that Fate would be benevolent, and open an opportunity for him to achieve his goals, a small but existent chance to avert what he was fast believing was his doom.
For part of him clung on to life, or at least the idea of life, even though he had given up on truly achieving his goals, given up on getting the acknowledgement he wanted...
Moving from Miyama to Shinto
@Crusader Lord
If A.K. Yearling could say, sincerely, that he was mindful of his own safety, he would. But he could not - Esfandiyar's concerns were real, and A.K. was on the verge of burdening himself with every innocent life which could be potentially lost. But at the same time, he knew enough stories to know that war... War was hell and he had thrown himself into it, initially to prove himself to his family, but now because the story demanded a hero, even a martyr. And right now, as he continued looking for Elexis or some other Master, he had no regrets -
Then he saw the flare from one of Shinto Town's lesser parks, and decided that compassion did not preclude practicality and vigilance. So he said to Esfandiyar, telepathically, Change of plans. We go to where someone is picking a fight, observe what fight is occuring, and make sure no civilians get caught in the crossfire in this night - That last part is my small-w wish. I'll pull out my Invisibility Cloak for protection.
The young man, barely out of boyhood, then pulled out the Cloak and his Book and covered himself with the former, and began using Wind Magecraft with his basic spells in order to float towards Shinto Town, gesturing for Esfandiyar to folllow him in Spirit Form. As he flew towards his destination, his Cloak's properties allowing him to see inside and through it as though it were transparent, the Magus wrote the next few lines of his own story.
As the first blows of the Holy Grail War began, the burden of commitment that the author had taken upon himself, a burden born from mixed compassion, duty, pride and self-righteousness, felt as light as air. Why was this? Had the author already given up on life as well as victory? Had he decided that joining the narrative of the world, the narrative he believed was his path to The Root, required his sacrifice? Nevertheless, the young man hoped against hope that Fate would be benevolent, and open an opportunity for him to achieve his goals, a small but existent chance to avert what he was fast believing was his doom.
For part of him clung on to life, or at least the idea of life, even though he had given up on truly achieving his goals, given up on getting the acknowledgement he wanted...
Moving from Miyama to Shinto
@Crusader Lord
@Smike, Approval One.
Howdy y’all, browsing through forums and noticed that this rp has newer characters and still has the apply open. Don’t suppose y’all wouldn’t mind another player?
We won't mind - We're actually receiving new people ICly.
Edit: Do join the Discord, btw!
@Smike, Approval One.
@Senhara, Approval One. Ask the other GMs for approval too!
Would it be too late in the story to join? I'm thinking of making a damaged combat AI, what's on my mind is a robot primarily meant for combat with a damaged personality structure, causing interactions in conversation to be somewhat strange at times.
It's not too late, thank God.
Edit: Join the Discord Server if you want, btw.
Adam Kenneth Yearling - Fuyuki Park.
A.K. Yearling gave a faint smile as he felt Esfandiyar actually care about him, even though he knew that these feelings were mixed in with pity for how such a person as himself could even qualify as a 'Magus' and how someone as caring as him would get himself killed trying to save relative innocents from the destruction which was to come. Well, to be honest, if that's how his story was going to end... Let it. What started out as a desire to not be the villain in this story had become a sincere wish to save those whom he is able to save. For did not great power come with great responsibility?
He got up from his bench, from where he'd been writing about Elexis Cristoforou. Then the young man, barely out of boyhood, said, "Rider, let's seek out the Holy Church's Enforcer. I know you don't much like her kind, but she's more likely to listen to someone seeking to save civilians than that Kiyomi lady is. Of course, I could be wrong, but in that case, I have the Invisibility Cloak and Seven-League Boots to use for my getaway." He then smiled faintly, "Besides, I already wrote the story about us meeting. So, shall we go? If we don't find her, we might meet up with someone else - I feel the winds of narrative coincidence weaving webs around us..."
And with that, the young man picked up his backpack which had his Mystic Codes inside it, put it on his back, and then prepared to walk towards Miyama Town.
Moving from Fuyuki Park to Miyama Town
A.K. Yearling gave a faint smile as he felt Esfandiyar actually care about him, even though he knew that these feelings were mixed in with pity for how such a person as himself could even qualify as a 'Magus' and how someone as caring as him would get himself killed trying to save relative innocents from the destruction which was to come. Well, to be honest, if that's how his story was going to end... Let it. What started out as a desire to not be the villain in this story had become a sincere wish to save those whom he is able to save. For did not great power come with great responsibility?
He got up from his bench, from where he'd been writing about Elexis Cristoforou. Then the young man, barely out of boyhood, said, "Rider, let's seek out the Holy Church's Enforcer. I know you don't much like her kind, but she's more likely to listen to someone seeking to save civilians than that Kiyomi lady is. Of course, I could be wrong, but in that case, I have the Invisibility Cloak and Seven-League Boots to use for my getaway." He then smiled faintly, "Besides, I already wrote the story about us meeting. So, shall we go? If we don't find her, we might meet up with someone else - I feel the winds of narrative coincidence weaving webs around us..."
And with that, the young man picked up his backpack which had his Mystic Codes inside it, put it on his back, and then prepared to walk towards Miyama Town.
Moving from Fuyuki Park to Miyama Town
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