Letter Bee

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Announcement:

I will be making my GM Posts every Saturday, Philippine Time (Friday in America), regardless of whether everyone has posted for the Main Group or not; this is to prevent the RP from being a waiting game where people keep waiting for responses from someone who may be busy or otherwise occupied, thus drying up enthusiasm. If a specific character is needed to post ICly, but their player cannot do so, we, the GM Team, will try and discuss things with them to make a placeholder for what that character is doing.

This deadline is not as strict as it sounds; allowances can be made if a player requests it and gives a reason for doing so (an IRL job is a good reason).

Also, just to clarify, multiple posts by one player per round are permitted when it makes sense (in conversations and slice of life). Be careful when doing so in a combat situation, though, as the GMs control the enemy.

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

@Axordark, you can post this on the Characters Tab now, but please ask the others for help in fixing your sheet's BBCode?

Project Rival

@Yu Narukami, Original works for me if I have the time to play it.

Also, maybe Persona 5 this time.

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Hale Koa Hotel, Hawaii

A storm was coming over the horizon, but that did not stop the airport taxis from depositing their load of tourists in front of the hotel’s open-air lobby. It was shielded from the weather by a roof but otherwise lacked walls on the front end facing the hotel’s roundabout and connected streets, as well as the back end, where a stone staircase leads down to a small plaza surrounding a tall banyan tree. Further down from the plaza was a path towards the beach, but the weather made it a poor time to go swimming.

Wooden benches, decorative plants, and tasteful floral print chairs that are shockingly comfortable were scattered about the lobby, with the front desk at the far right end from the street, while a set of elevators leading up to the hotel rooms are nestled within the far left end of the area. Enough tourists and airport taxis are coming and going that you can’t really tell who else received a copy of the still unexplained invitation letter, though when you check in at the front desk and make your way up to your room, to drop off your luggage if nothing else, you find a strange note left on your bed:

GO TO THE BALLROOM

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One Andrew Starling would find that weird, stalker-y even. He'd ask the staff where the ballroom was and was told it can be found down a hallway to the left of the front desk. He arrived to find the standard tables, chairs, and a bar one might expect of a modern party venue that offered catering, which had a buffet but no servers, with everything labeled 'Free'. That buffet had just about everything: pork, beef, lamb, fish, vegetables, fruits, ice cream that somehow melted slowly, and little cakes with small swirls of icing and a dot of cherry sauce on top.

Otherwise, there wasn’t much of note within the room save for the other invitees and a few random objects left behind on some of the tables. Every table had a white tablecloth, but only a few tables at the far end of the room had something other than an invitee’s food on them; a fire extinguisher, an empty clipboard, and an old computer.

The redheaded boy walked in wearing a chic hoodie with a black torso, white slightly puffy sleeves, a white hood, and a bowtie made of red leather that looked both cute and edgy (cuz leather). This was complemented by black jogging pants with two white vertical stripes and red and white sneakers with grey and black soles, but Andrew was ignoring the sheer wealth he wore right now as he glanced around at the ballroom and the random objects. "Maybe it's some surprise event?" He thought it a bit weird that the hotel staff would leave such things behind so carelessly, but then, none were around, so maybe the host told them to leave the ballroom preparations to them, and they forgot about it?

In any case, he was hungry, and it’s not like he could go down to the beach without getting rained on, so he went to get some food. As he did so, some retro chic digital music began playing from the walls; hidden speakers? Either way, time to socialize and pick up some girls or boys!

Walking over to a bashful-looking redhead who didn’t look much older than him (Joel), Andrew flashed him a smile with pristine clean teeth and said as awkwardly cool as a rich sixteen-year-old pop star can make it look, "Hey, you look glum, even if you're really not. Want me to show you how to enjoy Hawaii? I've been here before once or twice. By the way, you have no problem with boys, right? Or girls? Or boys who don't like girls?"

Blunt as a hammer, but Andrew had the money, and this guy didn't look like some nut who'd call him a 'Spawn of Satan'.

So he stepped back to give Joel some space...

@Ryik@Spydorking@Mike Dracopyra@Aku the Samurai@TopGrail@Rune_Alchemist@Letter Bee@Duthguy@Crimson Flame@The Jest@TheRealGhost

Fate/Edelweiss

Alfonso X 'The Wise'

Modern English was such an unwieldly language, playing by its own rules. Alfonso X was capable of absorbing the wisdom and knowledge it had to offer, but Dios Mio, the language itself was such an unwieldly abomination of exceptions and borrowings and inconsistent rules. Esperanto, which was based on the Iberian Languages, was a nobler tounge. But alas, needs must be met, and Caster was not willing to admit that restoring Spanish into the primary language of the world was a selfish goal unworthy of a great king - Yet.

He would, however, admit that it was too small. Where was he now, though? Well, by the grace of his Master, he had been summoned into an old military bunker that was easily repurposed into his territory, a Workshop for Golemancy and the translation of Magical Texts, as well as windows that opened to the night sky for Astromancy. This was not impenetrable, especially against a dedciated Servant of the 'Knight Classes' or a Berserker, and he worried enough about his Master not to leave him alone and defenseless.

So he decided to spend the hours after his summoning reshaping the bunker into something more fitting of Scholars like his Master and him; was he, who was old inside, fussing over someone else? Of course he was; he had nothing better to do.

And so Caster began turning the old bunker into a proper military base in miniature form, using territory creation to reshape concrete into marble, loam into the finest clay, ordinary rock into marble, and shrubs and grasses into fine furniture of silk and velvet for his Master's aging body. He did this with inhuman speed, as the environment responded to his 'Territory Creation' Skill.

But his masterworks, the 'Mechs'? He would work on those by hand, starting with the 'Stealth Model', a black flying humanoid machine that was 4.51 meters tall and equipped with an Optical Stealth Field that bent light so that Nonmagi won't see it, a Railgun that fired slugs of explosive clay that was so hot it can be compared to lava, and a monomolecular sword, plus light machine guns, albeit ones that fired magical clay bullets. After that were three more models, one for his Master to use and two more for situations that needed less finesse and more brute force.

The model for his Master, he named El Rey, and it was a model that specialized in energy barriers; forcefields that negated physical force and magical attacks. It can also, by sacrificing those defenses, fire an energy beam against an attacking foe, although that was not recommended.

Either way, he'd ask his Master, one Tomás, if he wanted to pilot one of his creations this night; if not, well, he'd take the Stealth Model out on a sky-ride -

Actually, no, best to control it remotely from the safety of his Workshop...

@ManyThings

Noble Arms: The ASEAN War - Thread Three, the Darkest Hour

First Noble Arms: The ASEAN War Thread

Second Noble Arms: The ASEAN War Thread

Noble Arms: The ASEAN War - Thread Three, the Darkest Hour

Intermission Four - Darkest Hour (Flashbacks)

La Trinidad de Manila Academy - 12/1/2022, 8:30, UTC+8

Far Eastern University In Real Life; the location and structures are used for La Trinidad de Manila in this timeline for convenience

"That's all I can ask, then," Myron said to Henri. "Thank you."

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Refugee Camp North of Manila - 12/3/2022, 11:06, UTC+8 (Three Days Later)

Crown Prince Shinyahito nodded, a little disheartened, then spoke, "Points acknowledged. Here's hoping the Philippine Government of National Salvation isn't so short-handed that they'll need me anyway, then."

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Mission Five - La Naval de Manila, Segunda Vez/Segundo Beses/Second Time

BRP Jose Rizal - 12/14/2022, 5:10, UTC+8

BRP Jose Rizal

Admiral Yi Yeol answered Callie's query first, his eyes glinting a little as though eager to seize a chance for victory, but his gaze cooled as he realized that, "It would be best to save Task Force Obsidian's attack on the Guangdong for when the fleet has made contact; even with Huo Ren dead and the Danggal Clan back under the fold of the Philippine Government of National Salvation, the enemy still have reams of information on us and our capabilities. Add that to the fact that while we have an American Fleet backing us up, I am not officially commanding them, and their commander can seize on any erratic decisions as an excuse to leave."

He then continued, "That, and Lotus Squadron still needs to clear the skies of the enemy. Speaking of Lotus Squadron, you just missed them; they're docking near the La Trinidad de Manila Academy, where they will receive their orders: To clear the skies of Chinese Aircraft in the days before, during, and after the naval battle. As for how the two of us will be coordinating, especially in an operation that requires face-to-face interactions... The Director will see to that in a moment."

La Trinidad de Manila Academy - 12/25/2022, 5:15, UTC+8

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Far Eastern University In Real Life; the location and structures are used for La Trinidad de Manila in this timeline for convenience

@Hyperion338

Upon entering the Academy and having his identity verified, Captain Võ Quôc Tuân was quickly ushered into a military-style command room, which had an oval table with several maps and charts of the West Philippine Sea/South China Sea at its center, as well as a diorama of the various fleets about to engage. There, he would meet three people, having just missed Task Force Obsidian's departure.

The first was Director Bathala of the La Trinidad de Manila Academy, a dark-skinned, middle-aged, somewhat heavily-built man who wore platinum-rimmed glasses and a business suit that ill-fit his stocky build. He was rumored to have a Noble Arm with many mysterious powers, powers that matched several other Noble Arms that had been recorded as missing and never 'Inherited'.

Beside Director Bathala, and also facing Captain Tuân was another official, the Director-General of the Philippine Government of National Salvation's "National Intelligence Coordinating Agency", or NICA. This man was Cornelio Malong, an old, thin, wrinkled man with somewhat wispy hair whose Noble Arm, a razor-edged mirror eerily similar to that of the now-chastened Danggal Clan, hovered by his left side.

They had a third guest, a young woman with glossy silvery hair and blue eyes dressed in a ceremonial black, white, and red military uniform, the red being most notable in the stockings and a flowing cape, the black forming the skirt, top, and long sleeves, and the white forming the neck ruffs and sleeve cuffs (?), and all had brass buttons placed strategically. This was Princess Fukuyo of Japan, who, by request of her brother, was kept from further ground operations against the warlords opposing the Philippine Government of National Salvation, and was in an unpleasant mood right now.

"Director Bathala, if you please?" asked (Director-General) Cornelio Malong.

The answer from the stocky, bespectacled man was, "We shouldn't be tipping our hand this easily, but I suppose our good Captain can be trusted..."

And he conjured up a Kalis, a Philippine-style half-wavy, half-straight sword, and opened a portal to the BRP Jose Rizal's Command Room.

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BRP Jose Rizal - 12/25/2022, 5:10, UTC+8

BRP Jose Rizal

Admiral Yi Yeol explained to the members of Task Force Obsidian as a portal opened back to the Academy they had just vacated, "The Director's Noble Arm has 'acquired' a... duplicate of the deceased Angelito Jaime's Noble Arm, which allows for unrestricted portals from Point A to Point B, which can grow large enough to swallow Nuclear Missiles and spit them back at their home countries, and is now using it to link TFO and Lotus Squadron's new commander, Captain Võ Quôc Tuân, together in this room. Of course, this power must stay hidden from the Chinese; they must believe that with Angelito's death, we have lost it. But that's not the point; the point is that our fleet will begin moving now, this Christmas, and make contact with the enemy in three days; December 28."

He then turned to Captain Tuân and spoke, "By then, we must clear the enemy skies; they will throw everything they have - Supersonic Jet Fighters, Chinese-made Drones, Mercenaries, and Iranian-made Shaheed Drones with special explosive payloads. Will you deal with them for us?"

Now, to Callie and Cristina, the Admiral gave his reply with, "Good plan, assuming that Cao Bao, our target, is indeed on the Guandong Type-004 Aircraft Carrier the Chinese have. Which brings us to another point: It's not just us that can use deception in battle. If Cao Bao appears on the deck while Lotus Squadron is clearing the skies, it would be an out-of-character move for someone so vital to the PLA Navy's logistics; assume a trap then. But let me correct you two and Henri here: An Aircraft Carrier is big. Even with superpowers or magic, you cannot take all of it, even if it only has Marines and Crew and not Arms Masters, which will be there; it's just that big. So take out Cao Bao or the enemy Arms Masters baiting you to attack a decoy, then return to this ship, or my own, or even La Trinidad de Manila Academy."

Then, to Griff, Admiral Yi Yeol nodded approvingly and said, "You can infer what plans we have if Cao Bao isn't there - Spring their trap and escape with your lives."

@Chiro@Nimbus@Gerlando@Digmata@ctrlsaltdel@Ducksworth@Gerlando

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

@Petulant, Approval One.

Greetings, All

Hello! After the previous forum I RPd on was unfortunately closed down, I have come in search of a new one.

I am a casual Rper, however, I am still decent in my prose, so do not fear me lacking in writing ability.

Now, a little about me; I love love LOVE fantasy and Sci-fi settings, but I can find comfort in any sort of setting I'm thrown into. Strategy-based games also interest me, though I can appreciate a more laid-back RP as well. When it comes to characters, I like to create in-depth characters that can fit into a world's setting-- Though I find it easier to just adapt OCs I already have to a new setting if I think it's similar enough not to change the very foundation of the character. My RP style is very flow-of-consciousness in how I describe actions and thoughts, so please tell me if we ever end up ina forum and you can't understand what my character is doing.

Here's to fun RPing,
-Crown

@Crown

This is amazing; by the way, this forum site has a lot of good RPs - I think you'll like them.

Reksew here.

@ReksewTrebla, Howdy!