@Silverstein, saw your improved sheet; Approval One is given assuming you'll change 'KGB' to 'FSB'.
@Lewascan2, @SkyHresvelg, your opinions?
@Lewascan2, @SkyHresvelg, your opinions?
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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. 13 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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Ken
Ken nodded, then departed the place - Somehow, the air itself weighed oppressively heavy now. What he knew now was that he had to get away, to escape the tensions between Reverio and Chinami which threatened to become a ball and chain around his ankles which would weigh him down and eventually destroy his psyche. He needed to get back home... And then try and find other friends; less dangerous ones. Was it cowardly, or was it the right thing to do?
As Ken got inside his parents' car and drove back home, he could not see any easy solution to that question. All he knew was that it was not good for him to be crushed by the inevitable conflict between Reverio and Chinami, stuck playing peacemaker forever without any success or reward.
He needed to find other friends, he needed to find people who would bolster his psyche instead of risking ruining it - Then, he could come back for Reverio and Chinami if he still felt obliged to help them, felt that there was still a ghost of a bond from the baptism of fire which should have forged them to one but wound up cracking them apart like brittle steel. As the car drove off, back home, Ken felt a coldness in his stomach and tears in his eyes at being a coward who chose his psychological health over his friends. But then again, would falling to madness and despair help said friends in the long run?
If anything, Ken knew that once classes resumed, he'd have to find friends among the Saint Laurel's students (who weren't Reverio) and the other Vigilantes; his long-term health and yes, growth depended on it. Then, once he'd grown enough, he'd come back to Reverio and Chinami, as he had said before.
Assuming their tensions had not escalated. Assuming that this bitterness and rot which had crept into their fragile connections was not going to destroy everything they had or was not already in the process of destroying the three of them like acid. As the car drove on, his father keeping a watchful eye for assassins while his mother kept a hand on her holstered pistol, Ken realized that in his own way, he was as angsty as Reverio. His friend. The bitter, hurt, cynical, and jaded man, forced to grow beyond his time.
And as Ken's eyes grew wet, wet with tears that obscured the sight of the streets through the windows, he realized that he can only weep for him, for Chinami, and their stillborn bond. As the tears tuned to sobs, as he vaguely heard his father asking why he was crying, all the boy could think of was how he was powerless to stop the tragedies which would come for them all. Even if he had the power of the Gods themselves, Ken did not have the strength of will and the clear mind needed to prevent the pain he knew would come, the kind of pain which would corrode and sever instead of binding people together while clearing fertile soil for growth.
His psyche and soul were just not strong enough to handle the strain, he felt as they finally reached home, still crying, still sobbing at the injustice of it all, an injustice he felt was of their own making. But Ken, Ken Illustrious Ikari, retained enough strength to walk back into their apartment room, an apartment room which now reminded him of Reverio's own, only with more light and love.
The boy had decided not to reveal Reverio's secrets. Nor what he knew of Chinami's. But what he can tell his parents as he sat on the sofa was that the two people he was with had suffered much and had been left... Acidic by it, each in their own unique way. What he can tell his parents was that he was powerless to stop them from hurting, as he lacked a particular 'strength of heart' needed to do so.
"What you have," Ken's father, Shinsei Ikari, said as he touched his son's shoulder, "is compassion. Do not undervalue it; it might let you rise up to something greater than you are right now..."
@Dezuel@Lewascan2
Ken nodded, then departed the place - Somehow, the air itself weighed oppressively heavy now. What he knew now was that he had to get away, to escape the tensions between Reverio and Chinami which threatened to become a ball and chain around his ankles which would weigh him down and eventually destroy his psyche. He needed to get back home... And then try and find other friends; less dangerous ones. Was it cowardly, or was it the right thing to do?
As Ken got inside his parents' car and drove back home, he could not see any easy solution to that question. All he knew was that it was not good for him to be crushed by the inevitable conflict between Reverio and Chinami, stuck playing peacemaker forever without any success or reward.
He needed to find other friends, he needed to find people who would bolster his psyche instead of risking ruining it - Then, he could come back for Reverio and Chinami if he still felt obliged to help them, felt that there was still a ghost of a bond from the baptism of fire which should have forged them to one but wound up cracking them apart like brittle steel. As the car drove off, back home, Ken felt a coldness in his stomach and tears in his eyes at being a coward who chose his psychological health over his friends. But then again, would falling to madness and despair help said friends in the long run?
If anything, Ken knew that once classes resumed, he'd have to find friends among the Saint Laurel's students (who weren't Reverio) and the other Vigilantes; his long-term health and yes, growth depended on it. Then, once he'd grown enough, he'd come back to Reverio and Chinami, as he had said before.
Assuming their tensions had not escalated. Assuming that this bitterness and rot which had crept into their fragile connections was not going to destroy everything they had or was not already in the process of destroying the three of them like acid. As the car drove on, his father keeping a watchful eye for assassins while his mother kept a hand on her holstered pistol, Ken realized that in his own way, he was as angsty as Reverio. His friend. The bitter, hurt, cynical, and jaded man, forced to grow beyond his time.
And as Ken's eyes grew wet, wet with tears that obscured the sight of the streets through the windows, he realized that he can only weep for him, for Chinami, and their stillborn bond. As the tears tuned to sobs, as he vaguely heard his father asking why he was crying, all the boy could think of was how he was powerless to stop the tragedies which would come for them all. Even if he had the power of the Gods themselves, Ken did not have the strength of will and the clear mind needed to prevent the pain he knew would come, the kind of pain which would corrode and sever instead of binding people together while clearing fertile soil for growth.
His psyche and soul were just not strong enough to handle the strain, he felt as they finally reached home, still crying, still sobbing at the injustice of it all, an injustice he felt was of their own making. But Ken, Ken Illustrious Ikari, retained enough strength to walk back into their apartment room, an apartment room which now reminded him of Reverio's own, only with more light and love.
The boy had decided not to reveal Reverio's secrets. Nor what he knew of Chinami's. But what he can tell his parents as he sat on the sofa was that the two people he was with had suffered much and had been left... Acidic by it, each in their own unique way. What he can tell his parents was that he was powerless to stop them from hurting, as he lacked a particular 'strength of heart' needed to do so.
"What you have," Ken's father, Shinsei Ikari, said as he touched his son's shoulder, "is compassion. Do not undervalue it; it might let you rise up to something greater than you are right now..."
@Dezuel@Lewascan2
@Chiro, Approval One given. @Lewascan2 and @SkyHresvelg can give Second and Third Approvals if they don't see any issues.
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Doesn't Cao Bao do time fuckery though with his teleport reset thing?
That could be info or data-based fuckery, but point is that no NA can time travel or do mass resets.
Next you'll tell me they can bend time as well as space
No. That is off-limits.
Noble Arms can create pocket dimensions?
Yes, size depends on the Rank.
@Silverstein, Okay, Noble Arms are supposed to be born out of the soul, although the Paragons of Science do have ways to jump-start the process, so you can't really steal a Noble Arm, even if it's made by the Paragons of Science.
Also, fair warning; the Paragons are nigh-impossible to steal from - No one knows for sure where they even are, although it's speculated they're on an island in the Pacific or a pocket dimension made by a Noble Arm or Occult + Scientific weirdness.
And finally, do join the Discord Server; there's an open invite!
Also, fair warning; the Paragons are nigh-impossible to steal from - No one knows for sure where they even are, although it's speculated they're on an island in the Pacific or a pocket dimension made by a Noble Arm or Occult + Scientific weirdness.
And finally, do join the Discord Server; there's an open invite!
@FalloutJack, sorry for forgetting to mention you in the latest IC post!
Flame
"Ki'tlex is right," Flame said as he walked towards where the rest of the party were, "Those Pirates will take a shuttle or small ship like what we have, unless they're weirdos."
He then spoke, "By the way, I need to properly apologize for the 'RealAscendancyStockBets' thing. I got a lot of people in trouble, not just you guys, and I'm really sorry about that. I'm also sorry for having said that I and Ashton were 'geniuses' when in fact..." Flame visibly grimaced, "It's up in the air whether we are or not."
Mildly changing the subject, Flame continued, "Now, to find the pirates... I have a plan but its pretty basic - The Korta are free from the Ascendancy Yoke now, and can thus hire anyone they want, including renegade 'Star Marines'. Why would they be hiring us? Because if the Pirates are here, it's obviously for the purpose of stealing something. So I say we pose as mercenaries, which we technically are, and offer our services to the Korta so that they'd give us access to the most likely target for the theft."
He then gestured to the space stations the Korta were showing off around 'Mother's' orbit, "And the Pirates, if I were them, would target the Korta's technological goodies, including the ones they were rumored to have hidden from the Ascendancy; computer super-viruses that can affect Sapient AI, quantum supercomputing, miniaturized antimatter bombs, stuff like that - Note that those are all rumors, though; those might not exist."
Turning to Ki'tlex, Flame said, "Can you pose as someone who 'rescued' a trio of Star Marines from bondage and are now hiring yourself and them out to earn good cash? Or is there a better plan?"
@Smike@jdh97@The Jest
"Ki'tlex is right," Flame said as he walked towards where the rest of the party were, "Those Pirates will take a shuttle or small ship like what we have, unless they're weirdos."
He then spoke, "By the way, I need to properly apologize for the 'RealAscendancyStockBets' thing. I got a lot of people in trouble, not just you guys, and I'm really sorry about that. I'm also sorry for having said that I and Ashton were 'geniuses' when in fact..." Flame visibly grimaced, "It's up in the air whether we are or not."
Mildly changing the subject, Flame continued, "Now, to find the pirates... I have a plan but its pretty basic - The Korta are free from the Ascendancy Yoke now, and can thus hire anyone they want, including renegade 'Star Marines'. Why would they be hiring us? Because if the Pirates are here, it's obviously for the purpose of stealing something. So I say we pose as mercenaries, which we technically are, and offer our services to the Korta so that they'd give us access to the most likely target for the theft."
He then gestured to the space stations the Korta were showing off around 'Mother's' orbit, "And the Pirates, if I were them, would target the Korta's technological goodies, including the ones they were rumored to have hidden from the Ascendancy; computer super-viruses that can affect Sapient AI, quantum supercomputing, miniaturized antimatter bombs, stuff like that - Note that those are all rumors, though; those might not exist."
Turning to Ki'tlex, Flame said, "Can you pose as someone who 'rescued' a trio of Star Marines from bondage and are now hiring yourself and them out to earn good cash? Or is there a better plan?"
@Smike@jdh97@The Jest
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