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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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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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((Part 2 of a Collab between @Digmata and @Letter Bee.))
“Let’s find a place where we can spar, then,” Noel said. “I’ll ask someone to drive us to some vacant lot or another or maybe outside the city entirely; you alright with that?”
The smile didn’t leave Cristina’s face as she followed Noel. Shame that the hotel doesn’t have a suitable room to accommodate a spar or that they need to walk away so that no one will be harmed.
Then again, she doesn’t want to terrify everyone because two Arm Masters decided today was a good day to try killing each other.
Pampanga Countryside - 10/20/2022, 10:00, UTC+8
Noel found a military driver and a jeep (not jeepney, an actual jeep) to drive them to the countryside, where he and Cristina found an empty rice paddy they could spar in. The field, once used for growing crops, was dried out, and empty, and the cracks in the soil meant the area was suffering drought. Perfect for a spar.
The young man got off first, before holding out his hand to Cristina and saying, “Shall we go?”
Cristina took Noel's hand as she got out of the jeep's door, after that the jeep immediately drove away to ensure that it won't be caught up at the upcoming spar.
"My pleasure." she answered as she walked ten paces away, after that she summoned her Noble Arm and a shooting star began revolving around her.
"So what are the rules, is it first blood or until one of us surrenders?" she asked.
Noel mused and said, “First blood. Also, as it’s daytime, you have an advantage; just thought I’d mention it. So, shall we start?”
Two seconds’ warning was given before Noel’s scythe appeared in his right hand, its blade cutting at Cristina’s left leg…
Cristina managed to leap away at the last second as the shooting star dropped to the ground, blinding Noel for a moment.
She then took a leap toward him, going for a slash across his body.
Noel closed his eyes and was instinctively zig-zagging backward, an otherwise dangerous maneuver but one that allowed him to avoid Cristina’s attack until his vision cleared up. As it was not noonday yet, he could activate La Luna’s Veil of Night, his camouflage/invisibility power. And so he vanished into thin air, with no indication of where he went.
Nevertheless, Cristina would hear a whoosh of air thirty seconds later as Noel’s scythe cut at her right shoulder, enough to make a shallow wound.
Cristina nearly managed to hit her opponent but before she could follow-up her attack, Noel had vanished. She tried looking around but she couldn't find anything due to the camouflage.
So she focused on what she could hear, like the time she was searching for the drones.
She heard a step.
She turned around and managed to raise Sinagtala to meet La Luna's strike although it was a weak guard that could be easily broken.
Noel didn’t hesitate; as he dropped his camouflage and became visible again, he pushed forward to break Cristina’s guard, hoping to finally score a cut.
The difference between the amount of force between a scythe and a sword was enough to break Cristina's guard. The blade of the scythe also manages to break through the meager protection offered by Cristina's jacket and finally leave a cut on her left arm.
Cristina didn't notice until she tried throwing a punch at Noel's face.
"Huh, you won," she muttered as she checked at her wound.
Noel, meanwhile, was nursing a bruised cheek, before nodding and mumbling, “So, should we get back? I can call the Jeep.”
Cristina smiled at the offer "I do need to shake off my rust. The drones are hardly the threat after all."
The smile was a little unnerving, it sounded like Cristina was excited about the prospect of training with Noel.
Or fighting him to be exact.
“Let’s find a place where we can spar, then,” Noel said. “I’ll ask someone to drive us to some vacant lot or another or maybe outside the city entirely; you alright with that?”
The smile didn’t leave Cristina’s face as she followed Noel. Shame that the hotel doesn’t have a suitable room to accommodate a spar or that they need to walk away so that no one will be harmed.
Then again, she doesn’t want to terrify everyone because two Arm Masters decided today was a good day to try killing each other.
Pampanga Countryside - 10/20/2022, 10:00, UTC+8
Noel found a military driver and a jeep (not jeepney, an actual jeep) to drive them to the countryside, where he and Cristina found an empty rice paddy they could spar in. The field, once used for growing crops, was dried out, and empty, and the cracks in the soil meant the area was suffering drought. Perfect for a spar.
The young man got off first, before holding out his hand to Cristina and saying, “Shall we go?”
Cristina took Noel's hand as she got out of the jeep's door, after that the jeep immediately drove away to ensure that it won't be caught up at the upcoming spar.
"My pleasure." she answered as she walked ten paces away, after that she summoned her Noble Arm and a shooting star began revolving around her.
"So what are the rules, is it first blood or until one of us surrenders?" she asked.
Noel mused and said, “First blood. Also, as it’s daytime, you have an advantage; just thought I’d mention it. So, shall we start?”
Two seconds’ warning was given before Noel’s scythe appeared in his right hand, its blade cutting at Cristina’s left leg…
Cristina managed to leap away at the last second as the shooting star dropped to the ground, blinding Noel for a moment.
She then took a leap toward him, going for a slash across his body.
Noel closed his eyes and was instinctively zig-zagging backward, an otherwise dangerous maneuver but one that allowed him to avoid Cristina’s attack until his vision cleared up. As it was not noonday yet, he could activate La Luna’s Veil of Night, his camouflage/invisibility power. And so he vanished into thin air, with no indication of where he went.
Nevertheless, Cristina would hear a whoosh of air thirty seconds later as Noel’s scythe cut at her right shoulder, enough to make a shallow wound.
Cristina nearly managed to hit her opponent but before she could follow-up her attack, Noel had vanished. She tried looking around but she couldn't find anything due to the camouflage.
So she focused on what she could hear, like the time she was searching for the drones.
She heard a step.
She turned around and managed to raise Sinagtala to meet La Luna's strike although it was a weak guard that could be easily broken.
Noel didn’t hesitate; as he dropped his camouflage and became visible again, he pushed forward to break Cristina’s guard, hoping to finally score a cut.
The difference between the amount of force between a scythe and a sword was enough to break Cristina's guard. The blade of the scythe also manages to break through the meager protection offered by Cristina's jacket and finally leave a cut on her left arm.
Cristina didn't notice until she tried throwing a punch at Noel's face.
"Huh, you won," she muttered as she checked at her wound.
Noel, meanwhile, was nursing a bruised cheek, before nodding and mumbling, “So, should we get back? I can call the Jeep.”
Intermission Two: Ghosts of Angeles City - Timeskip; Final Six Days
Balibago, Angeles City - 10/20/2022, Philippines, 7:00, UTC+8
The Zombie plague had burned out, and Noel and Myron had requested to be allowed to help in the rebuilding. Now Noel and Myron were leading efforts to rebuild the neighborhood and its establishments, with Myron's stash of supplies coming in handy right about now. Not just that, but seized assets from the past administration were being put to good use, with government workers actually being paid to help rebuild the neighborhood, compensate property owners, and see to it that medical care was provided for those injured during the outbreak.
All the while, Noel was thinking, We lost another aerial asset; Amadeo sacrificed himself to save us before we could meet him.
He was only a passing acquaintance with the older guy, but Noel knew that he was a good fighter during the overthrow of the past administration and the establishment of the Government of National Salvation. His loss was a blow to Task Force Obsidian, but NCIA Director Cornelio Malong had offered the services of another mercenary, Cristina Bernadino, a girl just one year older than him who was in this to rescue her sister... From the service of the Downward Descent.
Cristina had been instructed to meet up with him and help with the rebuilding, and as Myron began distributing more supplies to his fellow Amerasians - Wasn't Amadeo an Amerasian too, or was he Eurasian? - Noel paused to wait for her; the days of their enforced break were running out, but he could sneak in a chat with her; from glimpses of her alone, she was one of the few girls he might be attracted to. Not that he still didn't hold a torch for Regil, but... Regil seemed to have gone off semi-permanently.
Or permanently, God forbid, Noel thought as he waited...
The Ritz Hotel - 10/20/2022, 7:00 UTC+8
The news kept being dire.
China had almost cut off the Mekong River in Mainland Southeast Asia through Jinghong Dam, an act of ecocide that in just a few weeks, destroyed the livelihoods of thousands of farmers and their families, as well as killed waterfowl, fish, and cattle, along with other forms of wildlife. Not just that, but it has also put in Prisoner of War camps just beneath the dam, camps used as a source of slave labor in violation of the now-tattered conventions of international law.
An airstrike at the dam would put the prisoners in danger, thus meaning that the dam was effectively guarded by human shields.
ASEAN had promised to 'Act in a week', but preparations had to be made, and Task Force Obsidian had to recover further from Mischief Reef and the Zombie outbreak. So for now, all they can do is watch and try and recover and relax.
@Lewascan2@Conscripts@Gerlando@Creative Chaos@Nimbus@QJT@Amidatelion@Ryik@Digmata
Balibago, Angeles City - 10/20/2022, Philippines, 7:00, UTC+8
The Zombie plague had burned out, and Noel and Myron had requested to be allowed to help in the rebuilding. Now Noel and Myron were leading efforts to rebuild the neighborhood and its establishments, with Myron's stash of supplies coming in handy right about now. Not just that, but seized assets from the past administration were being put to good use, with government workers actually being paid to help rebuild the neighborhood, compensate property owners, and see to it that medical care was provided for those injured during the outbreak.
All the while, Noel was thinking, We lost another aerial asset; Amadeo sacrificed himself to save us before we could meet him.
He was only a passing acquaintance with the older guy, but Noel knew that he was a good fighter during the overthrow of the past administration and the establishment of the Government of National Salvation. His loss was a blow to Task Force Obsidian, but NCIA Director Cornelio Malong had offered the services of another mercenary, Cristina Bernadino, a girl just one year older than him who was in this to rescue her sister... From the service of the Downward Descent.
Cristina had been instructed to meet up with him and help with the rebuilding, and as Myron began distributing more supplies to his fellow Amerasians - Wasn't Amadeo an Amerasian too, or was he Eurasian? - Noel paused to wait for her; the days of their enforced break were running out, but he could sneak in a chat with her; from glimpses of her alone, she was one of the few girls he might be attracted to. Not that he still didn't hold a torch for Regil, but... Regil seemed to have gone off semi-permanently.
Or permanently, God forbid, Noel thought as he waited...
The Ritz Hotel - 10/20/2022, 7:00 UTC+8
The news kept being dire.
China had almost cut off the Mekong River in Mainland Southeast Asia through Jinghong Dam, an act of ecocide that in just a few weeks, destroyed the livelihoods of thousands of farmers and their families, as well as killed waterfowl, fish, and cattle, along with other forms of wildlife. Not just that, but it has also put in Prisoner of War camps just beneath the dam, camps used as a source of slave labor in violation of the now-tattered conventions of international law.
An airstrike at the dam would put the prisoners in danger, thus meaning that the dam was effectively guarded by human shields.
ASEAN had promised to 'Act in a week', but preparations had to be made, and Task Force Obsidian had to recover further from Mischief Reef and the Zombie outbreak. So for now, all they can do is watch and try and recover and relax.
@Lewascan2@Conscripts@Gerlando@Creative Chaos@Nimbus@QJT@Amidatelion@Ryik@Digmata
@Sarmatian, I might be interested.
@Aelius Gaming, Welcome!
Welcome to the site!
I might - might - join.
Alvin Davion
Alvin fired at the Locust he and Remy had already brought down, seeing that it was an easy target, though still dangerous. He did not want to leave the pirate to his fellow pilot's tender mercies, so he followed Jaromir's suggestion and chose to target the cockpit of the fallen Mech, turning it into Swiss cheese, and then melting the remains. Then he said in a melancholy voice, "May whatever God you worship have mercy on your soul, Pirate. Or if you had gone too far in your quest to survive, may the trip to hell at least be quick."
He then said to Remy, "Are you all right, Pyro? Fucker - I mean Fuka - sent me to help. So, can you bring down the routing Locust with your Lasers, or would you like us to finally get out of this valley and press on to the enemy base? Best to press our advantage; even I know that much."
I have new comrades; best to actually pull my weight, he thought bitterly as he said to Jaromir, "Oi, I think we have salvage too! Just helped out Pyro, by the way - letting him or the others have the Locust that ran off."
On instinct, he had the Hermes-II's legs run towards Jaromir, following up his words to the Ex-Capellan (he himself was not an Ex-Davion as this merc career was meant to be temporary), "So, do you think the Pirates have one more Lance, or is this all they've got?"
He knew that the Ex-Capellan didn't like him much; Fuka had probably whispered poison into his ear. That, and the FedSuns didn't like the Capellans much because the Capellans were just plain worse than they were; that prejudice was grounded in fact, but that didn't stop the Capellans from hating back. So all Alvin could say was, "The enemy base. If our Captain gives permission, want to storm it together along with the Pyro?"
A peace offering, no matter how meaningless - Nothing like blasting pirates to bring people from different origins together, which was what Ulrik intended, right?
If so, thank him and fuck himself for not taking that opportunity earlier.
Alvin fired at the Locust he and Remy had already brought down, seeing that it was an easy target, though still dangerous. He did not want to leave the pirate to his fellow pilot's tender mercies, so he followed Jaromir's suggestion and chose to target the cockpit of the fallen Mech, turning it into Swiss cheese, and then melting the remains. Then he said in a melancholy voice, "May whatever God you worship have mercy on your soul, Pirate. Or if you had gone too far in your quest to survive, may the trip to hell at least be quick."
He then said to Remy, "Are you all right, Pyro? Fucker - I mean Fuka - sent me to help. So, can you bring down the routing Locust with your Lasers, or would you like us to finally get out of this valley and press on to the enemy base? Best to press our advantage; even I know that much."
I have new comrades; best to actually pull my weight, he thought bitterly as he said to Jaromir, "Oi, I think we have salvage too! Just helped out Pyro, by the way - letting him or the others have the Locust that ran off."
On instinct, he had the Hermes-II's legs run towards Jaromir, following up his words to the Ex-Capellan (he himself was not an Ex-Davion as this merc career was meant to be temporary), "So, do you think the Pirates have one more Lance, or is this all they've got?"
He knew that the Ex-Capellan didn't like him much; Fuka had probably whispered poison into his ear. That, and the FedSuns didn't like the Capellans much because the Capellans were just plain worse than they were; that prejudice was grounded in fact, but that didn't stop the Capellans from hating back. So all Alvin could say was, "The enemy base. If our Captain gives permission, want to storm it together along with the Pyro?"
A peace offering, no matter how meaningless - Nothing like blasting pirates to bring people from different origins together, which was what Ulrik intended, right?
If so, thank him and fuck himself for not taking that opportunity earlier.
@Letter Bee
I can only dedicate romance RP to one person (I have a hard time focusing on multiple storylines), so it is typically not my main focus in writing. Adventuring and chaos are more enjoyable to write! ♡
They are, yes.
Adventure covers many things, though; do you like military stuff, or urban fantasy?
@Letter Bee Reading, I like a mix of romance, thriller, and horror, though, I can find enjoyment in reading almost anything. For writing, it is rather much the same, leaning more toward fantasy settings, and romance with a healthy mix of thrilling adventure and horror (if the mood strikes)! How about you?
I like fantasy, sci-fi, and action. As for romance, I am fine with MxF and MxM pairings but I prefer RPs that don't have romantic relationships as the primary focus.
So that means I prefer Group RPs to 1x1s, as those have more action.
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