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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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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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19 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.
"Ingrid?" Raven asked after switching to tight-beam comms. "Did you just hear what that Yellow Bastard did? Anyway, here's hoping the enemy has no way to decrypt these comms, but we need to bring down that mountain on the foe - Now is as good a time as any if Tarak uses his jump jets to jump back away from avalanche range."
Brief, maybe even curt by his standards. But if he got Ingrid's agreement, he'd fire his entire available arsenal onto the mountain's side, hoping against hope the Lance would follow his plan. Of course, Ingrid might refuse, and in that case, well, the fight continued and he'd find an alternative target - Maybe the Panther.
Ken couldn't help but smile as his shock faded; the warmth and light of the orphanage, as well as the feeling that he was safe, was finally clawing its way to his senses. He wanted to stay, play with the other children, and maybe try and mend fences with the Elf once his' getting flustered at seeing her expose herself had faded.
He ate in silence, but his eyes darted to the door every few seconds as if expecting a new visitor or an intruder; this wariness was rewarded when this other man, Kellen, entered the orphanage.
Blue stains on his clothes, shaggy hair marred by clumps of dirt, glowing blue eyes that matched the powder he carried, a powder that sounded suspiciously like the narcotics synthesized by both Waltonians and Uverans; Ken knew the signs and what conclusions to make for now. Getting up from his seat after eating the last crumb of bread, he stepped towards Ms. Mayleaf and asked, "Who is he? What do you think happened to him? Maybe we - Okay, I - can help?"
Then his tone grew slightly sharper, heavier, "I know what addictive drugs are; they're a universal problem. If people are trying to push them on innocents, that deserves punishment. So if you can point me to whoever may have hurt your... friend, and tell me whether force will help or if it would make things worse, well... again, I'm happy to help."
He smiled before following up, his voice relaxing again, "We can discuss potential rewards later; heck, I'm even pondering doing it for free just because you were so kind to me and the Elf..."
Ah, I might have to pass. Military RP doesn't go super well with me unless it's strictly HFY and even then I mostly just liked to dominate Godzilla RP servers.
Mission Three - Assault on Jinghong Dam - GM Post Part Two
Mirage Space - 10/25/2022, 22:05 UTC+8
It was a three-on-one as Huo Ren adjusted to this unfamiliar zone, and the Arms Master adjusted accordingly, swinging his spear to launch a volley of five balls of superheated gas, gas that he took care to keep from harming his own body; a weakness he concealed. These fireballs were followed up by a spray of burning plasma from the tip of his spear that resembled a solar flare; his hope was to break up the formation of the enemy and force them to scatter so that he could leap backward and swing his left hand in a sweeping gesture that scattered more superheated gas, deliberately heating this pocket dimension's confines to the very limit of what an Arms Master can tolerate.
Normally, the fact that he had to exert conscious effort not to let his flames affect him was a liability, same for considerations of collateral damage. But now, as he looked around and saw that he could not affect anyone else but the trio who faced him, he realized that he could cut loose without any need to spare his cannon fodder.
So he now had a crude strategy; heat up this area until the enemy faints from exhaustion, while at the same time, as he took a side glance at the white outlines showing the people and events of the 'Real World', Huo Ren cackled and said, "Ha! It seems your trump card just awoke more superior beings! Now you have one chance; surrender to me or perish!"
And he let loose another volley of fireballs, this time not intending to actually hit his foes, but to measure exactly what the boundary of this pocket dimension was.
If Cristina was already flying, she'd feel the hot air rising as per the laws of thermodynamics (albeit slowed down a bit by magic). She'd also see the second volley of fireballs whatever she did.
As for Henri, his Noble Arm would negate all of Huo Ren's attacks that directly hit the metallic shield's surface, but not the heat the fire and gas caused unless he used Fighting in Shade... Which was likely to destroy this Imaginary Space pocket dimension. This would be within his knowledge.
And Ernesto... Huo Ren would have done nothing that would indicate that he could fend off a quick rush by someone with sufficient endurance, speed, and regeneration. But that required him to be able to endure very hot temperatures. Then again, burns were not the same as debris, so the only thing Huo Ren could lodge in him was his spear.
Oh, and Huo Ren also moved only as fast as a normal human could, albeit a very athletic one...
Mission Three - Assault on Jinghong Dam - GM Post Part One
Mekong River - 10/25/2022, 22:05 UTC+8
Huo Ren had vanished; darkness had returned to the Mekong River, and with it, an opportunity for Noel Alonso to turn the tide. The young man conjured up his scythe as soon as they landed on the shore, and after vanishing from everyone's view thanks to La Luna's Veil of Night, shouted, from out of the blue:
"A curse on you, you flipping pricks!"
The rows of PLA Infantry and Marines behind their sandbags shook, before some of them, the most vulnerable, the ones who had hidden mental cracks and strains caused by the horrors of war, began screaming, seeing their own friends and allies as monsters; Hungry Ghosts and Zombies and Vampires as well as more beastial creatures with the heads of snakes and oxen, lizards and crows. These began shooting into their own comrades and allies, and the spilled blood, which gave a coppery tang that could be smelt much more strongly in the haze of madness, began infecting those more resistant to the illusions with rage and hatred; the emotions that they had buried against themselves and the enemy and their own superiors.
Now it was all bursting forth, drowning the battlefield in the blood of those who should be sharing the same cause.
To overcome the drowning tide of insanity required an iron will or a sufficiently powerful Noble Arm, and in this universe, the first pushed the development needed to awaken the second, a result that Noel Alonso had not foreseen, and now, it was too late as two of the Chinese Marines were glowing, two brothers who had managed to overcome the mental compulsion to see each other as monsters and enemies.
White light filled the scene for a moment, before these two young men, who not just had a Noble Arm, but also distinctive costumes produced by them, faced Noel and Myron... And the anger in their eyes showed little mercy.
Jinghong PoW Camp - 10/25/2022, 22:05 UTC+8
Marta and Nil landed safely beyond the minefields and the concrete wall with barbed wire on top that made up the outer defenses of the Prisoner of War camp. Noel had managed to curse the enemy just as they were getting their bearings, and the first thirty seconds after landing would be enough for them to bring down a few maddened guards even as the various captives that had been working the fields, captives who now realized that they had a shot at freedom, began using what tools and weapons they had to rebel against their captors as the latter slew each other; they were exempt from the madness while the guards weren't, and so they could just bash the latter with shovels and hoes and those large scissors used for cutting vines.
Then two of the guards, a man and a woman, glowed brightly, and both manifested their Noble Arms, which had morphed their uniforms into new costumes somehow, freezing to death or cutting apart with glowing strings, several unfortunate rebels. These two stomped towards Marta and Nil with disdain in their eyes, coldly cutting through their own folk and fighting PoWs both.
But then things grew worse, as several arrows of light were shot at their feet from up in the air, and almost immediately, their source zoomed into their view, letting them cast a glimpse of her, before soaring upward to the point where she was a small dot in the night sky... Which was now raining two dozen arrows per minute at the ground below, hitting both maddened soldiers and PoWs to clear the way for the two new Arms Masters while also attempting to force Nil and Marta to dodge or block or run.
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