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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... 5 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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Enemy GMPC
Name: Fēng (Maple) Lin
Age: 18
Nationality: Chinese
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Black Boar Shield; appearance is the same as the Shield in the Picture.
Noble Arm Rank: A
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Void
Noble Arm Abilities:
Devour - With a touch of her shield, Fēng turns a stunned enemy into data that is in turn absorbed into her shield, imprisoning them in a pocket dimension where their memories, skills, and if applicable, their Noble Arms are eaten. This substitutes for her entire Potential Stat, which is otherwise locked at F. And by that, her Noble Arm has only one power, and it is to eat other Noble Arms and use their powers... much like a certain prominent NPC.
Defense Queen - A combination of several defensive abilities from Noble Arms she ate, Defense Queen ensures that all physical damage she takes, including from environmental hazards or elemental attacks created by Noble Arms, is reduced by 75%. This applies to mental effects as well, thus making it hard to use Magic to control, deceive, or otherwise alter her emotions and thoughts.
Ether Body - She has eaten Seven Avatars of the Seven Virtues and one Avatar of the Downward Descent, and can transform her body into Magical Energy at will, further increasing her defense and making it so only attacks that target magic directly can harm her. Because TFO has a literal Anti-Magic specialist in their ranks, she does not use it until she is certain he is dead.
Misc Abilities: A skilled fighter on her own, also a dancer and a poet who can make her battles seem like ballet, such is the beauty of her footwork. She also knows how to shoot guns and keeps several machine pistols around.
Personality: Her loyalties to the People's Republic of China are publicly known to be nearly unbreakable. Whether they really are is anyone's guess.
*Likes: Candy, Meat, Food in general, Wealth, Luck.
*Dislikes: The prospect of starvation.
Fears: Starving in the streets.
Bio: Unknown. Speculated to be from poor origins. Observed to have avoided the company of Ai Chen and Huo Ren back when they were alive, acting on her own. Very powerful and lethal; one of China's last-resort weapons. Was studying in Beijing, where she was able to use her powers to intimidate her handlers into letting her finish school and turn 18 first before being unleashed on the world.
*Current Goal: Destroy Task Force Obsidian and avenge Wu Shufen's defeat. She also feels she should have gone there to help Wu instead of repelling the Seven Virtues (and shanking Yulian/Superbia's other Avatar).
Military or Civilian Rank: As the Pig of the Zodiac, she is above most officers in the People's Liberation Army.
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5'5|56kg
5'5|56kg
Name: Fēng (Maple) Lin
Age: 18
Nationality: Chinese
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Black Boar Shield; appearance is the same as the Shield in the Picture.
Noble Arm Rank: A
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Void
Noble Arm Abilities:
Devour - With a touch of her shield, Fēng turns a stunned enemy into data that is in turn absorbed into her shield, imprisoning them in a pocket dimension where their memories, skills, and if applicable, their Noble Arms are eaten. This substitutes for her entire Potential Stat, which is otherwise locked at F. And by that, her Noble Arm has only one power, and it is to eat other Noble Arms and use their powers... much like a certain prominent NPC.
Defense Queen - A combination of several defensive abilities from Noble Arms she ate, Defense Queen ensures that all physical damage she takes, including from environmental hazards or elemental attacks created by Noble Arms, is reduced by 75%. This applies to mental effects as well, thus making it hard to use Magic to control, deceive, or otherwise alter her emotions and thoughts.
Ether Body - She has eaten Seven Avatars of the Seven Virtues and one Avatar of the Downward Descent, and can transform her body into Magical Energy at will, further increasing her defense and making it so only attacks that target magic directly can harm her. Because TFO has a literal Anti-Magic specialist in their ranks, she does not use it until she is certain he is dead.
Misc Abilities: A skilled fighter on her own, also a dancer and a poet who can make her battles seem like ballet, such is the beauty of her footwork. She also knows how to shoot guns and keeps several machine pistols around.
Personality: Her loyalties to the People's Republic of China are publicly known to be nearly unbreakable. Whether they really are is anyone's guess.
*Likes: Candy, Meat, Food in general, Wealth, Luck.
*Dislikes: The prospect of starvation.
Fears: Starving in the streets.
Bio: Unknown. Speculated to be from poor origins. Observed to have avoided the company of Ai Chen and Huo Ren back when they were alive, acting on her own. Very powerful and lethal; one of China's last-resort weapons. Was studying in Beijing, where she was able to use her powers to intimidate her handlers into letting her finish school and turn 18 first before being unleashed on the world.
*Current Goal: Destroy Task Force Obsidian and avenge Wu Shufen's defeat. She also feels she should have gone there to help Wu instead of repelling the Seven Virtues (and shanking Yulian/Superbia's other Avatar).
Military or Civilian Rank: As the Pig of the Zodiac, she is above most officers in the People's Liberation Army.
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Masuda High School
Rukana mostly kept to herself for the duration of it, when someone did inevitably sit next to her she would end up interjecting and making her presence very well known. After all, couldn't just let someone sit next to her without letting them enjoy her very clearly welcome presence, no? Not that they seemed to enjoy said presence too much, but what did she care in the end?
Lunchtime would come and go, the throng of students crowding the cafeteria would soon dwindle as another bell chimed, signaling the end of leisure time and a start of classes once more. Rukana left her tray on the table, not bothering to clean it up as she'd stretch, send one more text to Minnie and head back to the class room. Maths, sciences. Literature. Whatever it was, Rukana barely listened. If anything, she just wanted to get the day over with so she could head out on a shopping spree. Maybe find some fancy establishment to eat at.
Nah. Best just to shop and head home. Didn't want to deal with the hassle of her mother questioning where she had been.
After Lunch was math. How people liked math, she didn't know. It was so boring. Too structured. Too many rules to follow and keep up with. Honestly tiring. Sciences? Well, she found plants interesting at least. Botany was the only really academic field she was into, if it even counted. Physical education came after that, something she was good enough at, if only because it was one of the few subjects she felt like actually trying in. Truthfully though, like always - school days were a blur except Science and her music electives.
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding!
"Bwueh?" Rukana shot straight up in her seat. "Jeez...way to bore me to death, teacher..." Rukana grumbled standing up. She had fallen asleep for whatever class was last, but she didn't care to stick around. Arguably the first gal out of the class room as she'd push past everyone else, lazily swinging her schoolbag over her shoulder as she'd head out.
It'd be well into the evening by the time Rukana returned home. She spent most time after school out shopping, mostly for some new clothes, looking over some new guitars and checking out a nearby garden and flower store. Texting Minnie most of the time while doing so.
After a quick shower, spending the rest of the night killing some raid bosses and otherwise doing things with Minnie and the guild, she'd log off, stretch...though couldn't help but to take a quick glance at herself in a nearby mirror eyes lingering on her own neck before inhaling, exhaling quietly and putting on her pajamas, throwing herself onto her bed and drifting off into sleep.
((Section Solely Written by Letter Bee))
Shotaro got some sandwiches, plus strawberry shortcake and iced tea for himself and Hidekichi, before going to the table that the latter had chosen.
He liked the other boy even more. So after setting down the food, the young man was unable to speak much unless spoken to, not even picking up the dropped conversation topic.
Then he mustered the courage to speak, “Hey, let’s exchange contact info; you’re okay with that, right?”
Assuming that Hidekichi agreed to this, Shotaro let the day pass by in a blur before he returned to his and his uncle’s house, where, after a casual chat at dinner, the young man showered and then put on his pajamas and slept on the fluffy bed filled with plushies of various mythological creatures.
Tomorrow promised to be another wonderful day.
But tonight, he sank further down into sleep than was normally possible, plunging into the Sea of Dreams…
New Amakusa City, The Eleventh Hour
Ruhana Kikuhara found herself walking through a graveyard where the scent of upturned earth mixed with sea-salt mist that drifted in from some unknown ocean. She could not remember waking up, wandering off, or even getting out of bed. In fact, she could still feel the blanket and cushions on her body as an invisible presence, even though her mind was awake and her eyes were clear.
She was wearing black and red; no shades of pink here, even as she saw a ghostly pier with a bone-white wooden ship, one favored by the piratical English a century or so after Amakusa’s time, with sails of frayed cloth that shimmered like spider silk.
There was a ramp that led to the ship, and a steering wheel that glowed faintly with green-white ectoplasm. It was a call to her to sail the night sea, lit by a full moon that was just suddenly there. The promise was a key to the mystery if she did; rejection meant failure, and return to one’s mundane and normal life.
A return to a life where she could not be certain that if she died, there was a soul to leave behind, a life where there was always the fear that her father, now dead, was gone forever.
Here, however, she can seek out assurance that Death was not the end, and that bereavement isn’t eternal.
Ariyoshi Nagase found himself in a cosplay convention; an oddly cheery and bright and perfect one where everyone was having fun and nothing seemed to go wrong. He ought to remember sleeping, and still felt whatever surface he had slept on, even as his mind cleared and registered where he was, which was in a convention hall that mixed elements of every venue he had been in; from windows to booths to the tilework used for the floors and the memorabilia being sold.
It could almost be a dream come true. It was a dream and it was also real… but something felt off.
At the convention’s exit, which he could see from afar off; he could see his parents, in their finest business clothes, gesturing for him to leave and come back to them, where success and wealth waited, same for respectability.
The next time he turned his head, he’d see a stage, advertising a real-time costume crafting competition; materials provided! There was a table and chair with a sewing kit and bundles of cloth and thread, all of which softly glowed with a pale pink aura.
Will he choose what he belonged in? Or will he choose what others wanted him to be?
Hidekichi Mamai was in a forest. Of candy. The road he walked was of yellow marzipan, with shrubs of peppermint powdered with fine sugar. The trees he passed by had trunks of biscuits filled with cream, and grew candied apples surrounded by leaves of spearmint, though unpowdered with anything right now.
And the clouds were made of cotton candy…
Deki Deki Deki Ma, who is our Deki-Ma?
It was a rhyming song, one that was sung by an unknown voice wherever he stopped for more than a few seconds.
We all strive for happiness, you do strive for happiness; we all strive for happiness, you do strive for happiness….
The jingle grew louder, more insistent.
Deki Deki Deki Ma, who is our Deki-Ma?
We all love our Deki-Ma, are we loved by Deki-Ma?
We all strive for happiness; you do too, you do too!
But are we not happy?
Or are we sad?
Do you hate us, Deki-Ma; do you love us, Deki-Ma?
Deki Deki Deki Ma, we do love our Deki-Ma…
But somehow, should Hidekichi turn his will to opposing the voice, or blocking it out, or even going along with it instead of being annoyed or terrified by it, the voice would comply with whatever he did.
Then a small figure waddled up to him; one of his earliest creations, a cute and ugly thing he made for his sister. It held out a hand of sticks, even as it glowed with an aura that changed colors.
If it was rejected, unlike with Ari and Runa, it would not be the end of all chances at a life beyond normal. For the Sea of Dreams respected true purity of heart, and it had a soft spot for those driven by love…
@Redking0380@Rune_Alchemist@Pz Waffel@Auragreedia@TruthHurts@SilverPaw
Masuda High School
Rukana mostly kept to herself for the duration of it, when someone did inevitably sit next to her she would end up interjecting and making her presence very well known. After all, couldn't just let someone sit next to her without letting them enjoy her very clearly welcome presence, no? Not that they seemed to enjoy said presence too much, but what did she care in the end?
Lunchtime would come and go, the throng of students crowding the cafeteria would soon dwindle as another bell chimed, signaling the end of leisure time and a start of classes once more. Rukana left her tray on the table, not bothering to clean it up as she'd stretch, send one more text to Minnie and head back to the class room. Maths, sciences. Literature. Whatever it was, Rukana barely listened. If anything, she just wanted to get the day over with so she could head out on a shopping spree. Maybe find some fancy establishment to eat at.
Nah. Best just to shop and head home. Didn't want to deal with the hassle of her mother questioning where she had been.
After Lunch was math. How people liked math, she didn't know. It was so boring. Too structured. Too many rules to follow and keep up with. Honestly tiring. Sciences? Well, she found plants interesting at least. Botany was the only really academic field she was into, if it even counted. Physical education came after that, something she was good enough at, if only because it was one of the few subjects she felt like actually trying in. Truthfully though, like always - school days were a blur except Science and her music electives.
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding!
"Bwueh?" Rukana shot straight up in her seat. "Jeez...way to bore me to death, teacher..." Rukana grumbled standing up. She had fallen asleep for whatever class was last, but she didn't care to stick around. Arguably the first gal out of the class room as she'd push past everyone else, lazily swinging her schoolbag over her shoulder as she'd head out.
It'd be well into the evening by the time Rukana returned home. She spent most time after school out shopping, mostly for some new clothes, looking over some new guitars and checking out a nearby garden and flower store. Texting Minnie most of the time while doing so.
After a quick shower, spending the rest of the night killing some raid bosses and otherwise doing things with Minnie and the guild, she'd log off, stretch...though couldn't help but to take a quick glance at herself in a nearby mirror eyes lingering on her own neck before inhaling, exhaling quietly and putting on her pajamas, throwing herself onto her bed and drifting off into sleep.
((Section Solely Written by Letter Bee))
Shotaro got some sandwiches, plus strawberry shortcake and iced tea for himself and Hidekichi, before going to the table that the latter had chosen.
He liked the other boy even more. So after setting down the food, the young man was unable to speak much unless spoken to, not even picking up the dropped conversation topic.
Then he mustered the courage to speak, “Hey, let’s exchange contact info; you’re okay with that, right?”
Assuming that Hidekichi agreed to this, Shotaro let the day pass by in a blur before he returned to his and his uncle’s house, where, after a casual chat at dinner, the young man showered and then put on his pajamas and slept on the fluffy bed filled with plushies of various mythological creatures.
Tomorrow promised to be another wonderful day.
But tonight, he sank further down into sleep than was normally possible, plunging into the Sea of Dreams…
New Amakusa City, The Eleventh Hour
Ruhana Kikuhara found herself walking through a graveyard where the scent of upturned earth mixed with sea-salt mist that drifted in from some unknown ocean. She could not remember waking up, wandering off, or even getting out of bed. In fact, she could still feel the blanket and cushions on her body as an invisible presence, even though her mind was awake and her eyes were clear.
She was wearing black and red; no shades of pink here, even as she saw a ghostly pier with a bone-white wooden ship, one favored by the piratical English a century or so after Amakusa’s time, with sails of frayed cloth that shimmered like spider silk.
There was a ramp that led to the ship, and a steering wheel that glowed faintly with green-white ectoplasm. It was a call to her to sail the night sea, lit by a full moon that was just suddenly there. The promise was a key to the mystery if she did; rejection meant failure, and return to one’s mundane and normal life.
A return to a life where she could not be certain that if she died, there was a soul to leave behind, a life where there was always the fear that her father, now dead, was gone forever.
Here, however, she can seek out assurance that Death was not the end, and that bereavement isn’t eternal.
Ariyoshi Nagase found himself in a cosplay convention; an oddly cheery and bright and perfect one where everyone was having fun and nothing seemed to go wrong. He ought to remember sleeping, and still felt whatever surface he had slept on, even as his mind cleared and registered where he was, which was in a convention hall that mixed elements of every venue he had been in; from windows to booths to the tilework used for the floors and the memorabilia being sold.
It could almost be a dream come true. It was a dream and it was also real… but something felt off.
At the convention’s exit, which he could see from afar off; he could see his parents, in their finest business clothes, gesturing for him to leave and come back to them, where success and wealth waited, same for respectability.
The next time he turned his head, he’d see a stage, advertising a real-time costume crafting competition; materials provided! There was a table and chair with a sewing kit and bundles of cloth and thread, all of which softly glowed with a pale pink aura.
Will he choose what he belonged in? Or will he choose what others wanted him to be?
Hidekichi Mamai was in a forest. Of candy. The road he walked was of yellow marzipan, with shrubs of peppermint powdered with fine sugar. The trees he passed by had trunks of biscuits filled with cream, and grew candied apples surrounded by leaves of spearmint, though unpowdered with anything right now.
And the clouds were made of cotton candy…
Deki Deki Deki Ma, who is our Deki-Ma?
It was a rhyming song, one that was sung by an unknown voice wherever he stopped for more than a few seconds.
We all strive for happiness, you do strive for happiness; we all strive for happiness, you do strive for happiness….
The jingle grew louder, more insistent.
Deki Deki Deki Ma, who is our Deki-Ma?
We all love our Deki-Ma, are we loved by Deki-Ma?
We all strive for happiness; you do too, you do too!
But are we not happy?
Or are we sad?
Do you hate us, Deki-Ma; do you love us, Deki-Ma?
Deki Deki Deki Ma, we do love our Deki-Ma…
But somehow, should Hidekichi turn his will to opposing the voice, or blocking it out, or even going along with it instead of being annoyed or terrified by it, the voice would comply with whatever he did.
Then a small figure waddled up to him; one of his earliest creations, a cute and ugly thing he made for his sister. It held out a hand of sticks, even as it glowed with an aura that changed colors.
If it was rejected, unlike with Ari and Runa, it would not be the end of all chances at a life beyond normal. For the Sea of Dreams respected true purity of heart, and it had a soft spot for those driven by love…
@Redking0380@Rune_Alchemist@Pz Waffel@Auragreedia@TruthHurts@SilverPaw
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Mykhailo Martinez
Mykhailo landed his plane on Lampedusa Airport's runway; it was time for the next part of the mission, assuming that the Libyans and their proxies didn't have a second wave of troops ready to attack. Then he got off his plane to meet Captain Scott and the others, trying not to show that his mood was anything but calm.
Damn the enemy for being this weak and incompetent. They were too easy to destroy, such that it didn't feel like revenge, just one-sided slaughter. He hated to admit it, but apparently, a massacre was less pleasurable than it had been in his head. Was this a sign he was still a decent person?
Or had prejudice and hatred - the desire to blame someone for the scars he still held over Artemio's death - worn down his goodness? He certainly did not feel compassionate now.
So he waited for everyone else to land, and as they got down to prepare for their commanding officer's briefing, Mykhailo's eyes lit up as he realized that this wasn't over yet; there was a second stage where he could finally shoot down two more planes and achieve the Ace-hood he had dreamt about. He craved it; he craved the action such that it was ruining his focus on keeping his fraying ties with the rest of the Squadron.
Mykhailo was not blind; he was being annoying, and not just to Fuka. So he decided to greet the new member, Yuna Xu, instead.
Waving hi, the young man asked, "So, it seemed you and the others had a dogfight or two? How did that go? Did the enemy fight well?"
Then he remembered that he should not be barraging Yuna with questions, and so quieted down.
@Damo021@Smike@Rhona W@Finetales@AvaP
Mykhailo landed his plane on Lampedusa Airport's runway; it was time for the next part of the mission, assuming that the Libyans and their proxies didn't have a second wave of troops ready to attack. Then he got off his plane to meet Captain Scott and the others, trying not to show that his mood was anything but calm.
Damn the enemy for being this weak and incompetent. They were too easy to destroy, such that it didn't feel like revenge, just one-sided slaughter. He hated to admit it, but apparently, a massacre was less pleasurable than it had been in his head. Was this a sign he was still a decent person?
Or had prejudice and hatred - the desire to blame someone for the scars he still held over Artemio's death - worn down his goodness? He certainly did not feel compassionate now.
So he waited for everyone else to land, and as they got down to prepare for their commanding officer's briefing, Mykhailo's eyes lit up as he realized that this wasn't over yet; there was a second stage where he could finally shoot down two more planes and achieve the Ace-hood he had dreamt about. He craved it; he craved the action such that it was ruining his focus on keeping his fraying ties with the rest of the Squadron.
Mykhailo was not blind; he was being annoying, and not just to Fuka. So he decided to greet the new member, Yuna Xu, instead.
Waving hi, the young man asked, "So, it seemed you and the others had a dogfight or two? How did that go? Did the enemy fight well?"
Then he remembered that he should not be barraging Yuna with questions, and so quieted down.
@Damo021@Smike@Rhona W@Finetales@AvaP
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7 mos ago
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<Snipped quote by Letter Bee>
Post on the Characters Tab, btw.
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@TruckKun, @Pz Waffel (if still interested), a Player Slot has opened up, as Haha has told me she's too busy to keep playing.
Intermission Five - Aftermath of Victory
Municipality of Lubao, Pampanga Province, Philippines - 1/1/2023, 8:30 AM, UTC+8
The members of Task Force Obsidian were called to the Municipal Hall's meeting room, where rows of plastic chairs were set before a podium and projection equipment. Jin Li, descendant of the Qing Dynasty and head of the Qing Restoration Movement, was on the podium, checking whether the new volunteers had arrived.
Once Bahram Manjyu, preferably with Lukas and Levi in tow, entered the room, the young man felt that he was ready to confirm what had already reached the rumor mill.
"You've heard news of rebellion in China's Mainland; Shanghai has had protests that started nonviolent, turned violent, and now a large portion of the city is in rebellion. However, the rebels want a real Republic, not the Qing Restoration Society in power. Which brings us to another point... The Qing Restoration Society was never meant to stay Monarchist - The idea was to 'convert' to Republicanism at the right moment, hope that any rebellion believes we've changed into Democrats, and then take a high-value seat in the rebels' leadership that would grant us more power than becoming a Monarchy."
Jin Li then sighed and said, "But this plan did not work. The Students and Dockworkers leading the armed rebellion have made it clear that they do not trust the Qing Restoration Society. However, I cannot leave my men and women, the people who fought valiantly beside me, leave empty-handed."
He then faced Task Force Obsidian and said, "Those of you who still remember me - Callie, Henri, Nil, then Cristina and Marta - I fought for your interests, I cleared your 'West Philippine Sea' for a crucial while; I sent Lei Qingshe to fight and eventually die on your side. You and the rest of ASEAN owe us. Thus, I ask in the name of Lei Qingshe's memory, help me; help us. The Qing Restoration Movement or its successor organization needs a place on the table in whatever China emerges after the new civil war. Thus, I am asking you all to help me earn that place."
Crown Prince Shinyahito was in the front rows, same for his sister, Princess Fukuyo, who was smiling in implicit approval while her brother twitched slightly at his right eyebrow...
@Amidatelion@Chiro@Nimbus@Digmata@Ducksworth@Gerlando@LladyLloki
Municipality of Lubao, Pampanga Province, Philippines - 1/1/2023, 8:30 AM, UTC+8
The members of Task Force Obsidian were called to the Municipal Hall's meeting room, where rows of plastic chairs were set before a podium and projection equipment. Jin Li, descendant of the Qing Dynasty and head of the Qing Restoration Movement, was on the podium, checking whether the new volunteers had arrived.
Once Bahram Manjyu, preferably with Lukas and Levi in tow, entered the room, the young man felt that he was ready to confirm what had already reached the rumor mill.
"You've heard news of rebellion in China's Mainland; Shanghai has had protests that started nonviolent, turned violent, and now a large portion of the city is in rebellion. However, the rebels want a real Republic, not the Qing Restoration Society in power. Which brings us to another point... The Qing Restoration Society was never meant to stay Monarchist - The idea was to 'convert' to Republicanism at the right moment, hope that any rebellion believes we've changed into Democrats, and then take a high-value seat in the rebels' leadership that would grant us more power than becoming a Monarchy."
Jin Li then sighed and said, "But this plan did not work. The Students and Dockworkers leading the armed rebellion have made it clear that they do not trust the Qing Restoration Society. However, I cannot leave my men and women, the people who fought valiantly beside me, leave empty-handed."
He then faced Task Force Obsidian and said, "Those of you who still remember me - Callie, Henri, Nil, then Cristina and Marta - I fought for your interests, I cleared your 'West Philippine Sea' for a crucial while; I sent Lei Qingshe to fight and eventually die on your side. You and the rest of ASEAN owe us. Thus, I ask in the name of Lei Qingshe's memory, help me; help us. The Qing Restoration Movement or its successor organization needs a place on the table in whatever China emerges after the new civil war. Thus, I am asking you all to help me earn that place."
Crown Prince Shinyahito was in the front rows, same for his sister, Princess Fukuyo, who was smiling in implicit approval while her brother twitched slightly at his right eyebrow...
@Amidatelion@Chiro@Nimbus@Digmata@Ducksworth@Gerlando@LladyLloki
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8 mos ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Collaboration Post between Letter Bee and Haha
Masuda High School
The cafeteria wasn’t as supervised as the rest of the school. Of course a few chaperones were posted near exits and entryways, but other than that, lunch ladies were the only adult presence in the scouring auditorium set with long tables, small tables, and even an area near the snack like for benches positioned next to vending machines. The head lunch lady, an elderly Soviet immigrant that had moved to Japan and worked her way up the food chain to her current position began shouting to her team.
”Fifteen minutes and we close za’ lines! Make sure all ze’ pots are emptied by zen, no slackers! If we finish in time, I’ll order some pizza for everyone!” She tucked some stray curly red strands of hair into the net that kept all of her messy strands out of her face, and of course the food.
Her staff would unanimously shout in response; ”Yes chef!” and in overdrive begin to rapidly move pots from stoves to the lunch lines themselves, refilling plates and setting them out for students to grab. While many of the students were keen on bringing their own lunch to avoid the wait, they would do their best to make sure anyone who didn’t bring food would end their day with a stomach full of food, as babushka wished. Today it was some form of chicken and dumpling soup with little pan fried pierrogis, next to them, little cups with garlic or red sauce to be dipped in of their choosing.
Within the auditorium, the loud roar of students chattering amongst themselves was absorbed and traveled upward, making it possible for friends to hear each other amongst the clamor of people. Messes were bound to be made as well, but those same hardworking women preparing their food would be mopping the floors and wiping the tables. The day wasn’t nearly close to being over, but the break between classes would be a nice break between the mundane and obvious stress that class would bring with it.
Shotaro was smiling as he allowed himself to be walked to the cafeteria; Hidekichi was so close, allowing him a good look at his hair and face. The other, somewhat older boy was so cute that Shotaro could not hide how happy he was to be with him, and even offered to be treated to lunch! But he really wanted to be the one treating him, though?
His smile grew as he replied, “Let’s split the cost! I’ll pay for half, you pay for half! Then we’re both paying! Also… I want cake; here’s hoping the cafeteria has some!”
Then he registered Hide’s question, and replied, “I’m weird too… but yes, I noticed. Like, we seem to be something out of an Anime or a North American Young Adult book. I know Ruru-chan, and I have very sad backstories, but, strangely, we have a competitive gamer who games in class here - I heard she’s also a crypto expert - plus a kid who got moved up a couple of grades and someone whose parents got murdered, plus the son of a diplomat and a fashion designer.”
He then wondered, “Wait, what about you? Surely you can’t say you’re the normal one here? It’s okay if you are, though, or if you’re not - Either way is fine!”
Shotaro decided to let Hide see more of his true self than he normally would; then again, the part of him that played to the invisible script of Japanese society is his true self too…
While Shotaro, Hidekichi, and the others talked, Sayaka would get an email from one of her contacts.
To: miNERVa
From: (Insert Contact’s Name Here)
Have you heard the news of a new ‘religious group’ roaming around town? The True History Society? They just converted one of our guildmates, and now he’s given them all his worldly possessions… creepy.
@Redking0380@Rune_Alchemist@Haha@Auragreedia@TruthHurts@SilverPaw
Masuda High School
The cafeteria wasn’t as supervised as the rest of the school. Of course a few chaperones were posted near exits and entryways, but other than that, lunch ladies were the only adult presence in the scouring auditorium set with long tables, small tables, and even an area near the snack like for benches positioned next to vending machines. The head lunch lady, an elderly Soviet immigrant that had moved to Japan and worked her way up the food chain to her current position began shouting to her team.
”Fifteen minutes and we close za’ lines! Make sure all ze’ pots are emptied by zen, no slackers! If we finish in time, I’ll order some pizza for everyone!” She tucked some stray curly red strands of hair into the net that kept all of her messy strands out of her face, and of course the food.
Her staff would unanimously shout in response; ”Yes chef!” and in overdrive begin to rapidly move pots from stoves to the lunch lines themselves, refilling plates and setting them out for students to grab. While many of the students were keen on bringing their own lunch to avoid the wait, they would do their best to make sure anyone who didn’t bring food would end their day with a stomach full of food, as babushka wished. Today it was some form of chicken and dumpling soup with little pan fried pierrogis, next to them, little cups with garlic or red sauce to be dipped in of their choosing.
Within the auditorium, the loud roar of students chattering amongst themselves was absorbed and traveled upward, making it possible for friends to hear each other amongst the clamor of people. Messes were bound to be made as well, but those same hardworking women preparing their food would be mopping the floors and wiping the tables. The day wasn’t nearly close to being over, but the break between classes would be a nice break between the mundane and obvious stress that class would bring with it.
Shotaro was smiling as he allowed himself to be walked to the cafeteria; Hidekichi was so close, allowing him a good look at his hair and face. The other, somewhat older boy was so cute that Shotaro could not hide how happy he was to be with him, and even offered to be treated to lunch! But he really wanted to be the one treating him, though?
His smile grew as he replied, “Let’s split the cost! I’ll pay for half, you pay for half! Then we’re both paying! Also… I want cake; here’s hoping the cafeteria has some!”
Then he registered Hide’s question, and replied, “I’m weird too… but yes, I noticed. Like, we seem to be something out of an Anime or a North American Young Adult book. I know Ruru-chan, and I have very sad backstories, but, strangely, we have a competitive gamer who games in class here - I heard she’s also a crypto expert - plus a kid who got moved up a couple of grades and someone whose parents got murdered, plus the son of a diplomat and a fashion designer.”
He then wondered, “Wait, what about you? Surely you can’t say you’re the normal one here? It’s okay if you are, though, or if you’re not - Either way is fine!”
Shotaro decided to let Hide see more of his true self than he normally would; then again, the part of him that played to the invisible script of Japanese society is his true self too…
While Shotaro, Hidekichi, and the others talked, Sayaka would get an email from one of her contacts.
To: miNERVa
From: (Insert Contact’s Name Here)
Have you heard the news of a new ‘religious group’ roaming around town? The True History Society? They just converted one of our guildmates, and now he’s given them all his worldly possessions… creepy.
@Redking0380@Rune_Alchemist@Haha@Auragreedia@TruthHurts@SilverPaw
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@Letter Bee You still have the apply/open tag, just thought that i would mention it, because you said in one of your messages that your full for now. Just would like to say the concept is really cool.
To be fair, we are willing to accept Reserve Players, which will be a pool of, well, reserves for if existing players drop.
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