Lugubrious

Pokemon: New World

I can see where you're coming from, but in every other RP I've ever been, battles between two players play out on a post-by-post basis and it works fine. Conflict between characters is as much of a part of a story as any other parts, and so wouldn't be an undue burden in the reading phase, at least. Additionally, by giving each battle post a header...

Ash V Clement - Bunnelby's Debut

Will tip people off that a certain post is a battle, and if players (including new ones) really don't want to read it, they can tell what it is before a single word is read and ignore it thusly. Considering Zarkun's points about spamming threads for one RP, a better alternative might be a website called Titanpad (Etherpad and Piratepad work, as well), which allows real-time collaboration between however many people. The two battelers can work it out there, and when everything's been written, the whole thing can be posted to IC as one big text. That way, the IC isn't cluttered by lots of individual battle posts.

I hope this helps!

Pokemon: New World

So I'm noticing that there's quite the plethora of rules that apply to PVP battles. I'm curious, Balth, to what degree these rules apply against NPC trainers, which I imagine will be a good deal of encounters in a story such as this. At least, that's what makes sense to me. In the back of my mind I'm worrying that there basically won't be any NPC trainers until someone gets enough CPs to make one, and only then can the players stop battling one another. Looking at the fact that you've assigned a CP total for yourself (and thusly might not be making anything unless you yourself earn CPs) is what somewhat legitimized this concern for me.

Also, you mentioned that CPs are earned for IC posts. Does this include IC posts made during battles? And I have to ask, going to the trouble of creating more threads for every battle seems like a big-time complication--one I've never before encountered in all my time RPing. I don't want to question your authority, on the chance that it might preemptively sour our relationship, but for the sake streamlining the process, visibility for other players, and not potentially cluttering up other sections unduly, wouldn't it make more sense to have battles play out in this thread's IC, and Pokemon be revealed not in a characters tab but in PMs?

Pokemon: New World

I might be interested in joining this. One of the RPs I'm in is on the decline, and I have been looking for a Pokemon RP.

What up, Zarkun?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

In the end, there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. Just as the razor-sharp, unfathomable wit of the Margrave expected, Decoy stepped up to handle the intruder. An inkling of disappointment filtered through Elliot's head. In his pocket, his latest ingenious innovation begged to be used, but for now he would be obliged to bide his time. Of course, it wouldn't have been much use against a metal drone, but dealing with it would have been a cinch, anyway. Letting his arms fall, Elliot shrugged, tilting his head to the side slightly as he did to maximize his indifference. For once, though, he said nothing, and a moment later the courageous Collin started speaking, anyway. The boy, two years his junior yet somehow his superior (he thinks himself above I?), more or less backed him up in his flawless estimation of the situation, but halfway through vindicating Elliot, Collin paused, his previously unbothered face seized into a mask of shock.

He then uttered a sorry excuse for a swear that left Elliot to agape to gripe before Collin was already halfway down the hallway. ”Bleck,” he mumbled as he began to pick up speed. Could you say anything less cool? Most kids love cursing nowadays.” Still, if something set off Sonar's sonar, that meant something was afoot that could probably be solved by excessive force. The thought of a little excitement was more than enough to put a little spring in Elliot's step as he followed. One hand he jammed in his pocket as if he were strolling on a breezy day, and with the other, his ears abuzz with Collin's explanation, he grasped his brow to prevent his blinding speed from sending his cap sailing off. For all of the derision slung his way, the Margrave would be the first on the scene and the last one left standing. Well, after Collin. He was the only one who knew which way to run, after all.

Of course, this entire rush went to waste when the Wards surged into the elevator, barely a stone's throw away from the training room. Refusing to allow his bubble to be burst, Elliot kept his hands and his stance exactly the same even as he stood still in the descending elevator car, ready to sprint out and keep running as if nothing had every happened. Even when an odd noise issued from Evelyn, and odd behavior followed, he didn't even look at her. His performance in the upcoming moments would be vitally important. With a power like his that commanded denigration rather than respect, and which had limited application, any second in a fight could be his last. The trick would be to appear to be full of confidence even if none sustained him.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I believe I'll throw up a new post tomorrow.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Lugubrious Yo my character (and every other ward) clearly don't like Margrave, but I absolutely love reading the IC posts for Margrave. It's actually hilarious, and wonderfully written~

@solokolos

Glad to hear it! That's what I was aiming for.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I have no plans for any contests at the moment. I might be able to drum something up, but if anyone has an idea, I'm all ears.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@LokiLeo789 Most of my characters are literally named after songs.

@Double Capybara

I didn't know your characters were Stands.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Don't want to be pushy, @Prince of Seraphs, but we could probably use an update.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Though prepared to follow in the footsteps of Epsilon and fulfill the command of the senior capes by making tracks to the training room, Elliot paused to glare balefully at Dean for a split second. Without cease, the pigment-devoid scarecrow had antagonized him as long as they'd known one another. A rivalry was one thing, but did this kid really think it necessary to encapsulate the newcomer in their squabble? ”Not yet you're not...” he murmured in a low voice beneath his breath. He intoned this comment, impossible for the other boy to hear, as though a movie-camera had zoomed in on his disdainful face so that the audience might grasp the depth of his feud. The next instant, however, Tulpa made her own move. The instant she began to speak, Elliot began to bristle. When she moved to touch him, his arm flashed out like a striking cobra, batting her arm away before it got close to his shoulder. ”D-don't test my patience, newbie. I'm someone you'll want on your side.” His tone shook only slightly, mostly making how floored he was inside. Even in this tinderbox of egos, nobody had gotten that mean with him that quickly. And she was calling him the stick in the mud? The real question was why anyone around here couldn't let a guy have his fun. Not that 'having fun' was what he was doing. Obviously. No matter...she, too, would fear him in time.

Fate did not afford him much time to ruminate over this most recent slight, however, as Sonar appeared with dire news. Aghast, Elliot's eyebrows flew up, only to drop down soon after and complete a look of grim determination. ”Well, whoever it is shall not be intruding for long!” he declared as he cracked his knuckles, only for Dean to rush past him, drawing his blade as he did so. Truth be told, Elliot didn't think this situation would amount to much, given the kind of control that Decoy wielded over the place. Still, a little bit of action would serve to convince the newbie how cool and capable the Wards -and Elliot, specifically, were. That is, if Dean's little sword tricks didn't steal his thunder. Did the guy really not know how to savor a good moment? In this business, when the scenery needed a good chewing, the real winners spared no expense. Still, on the off chance that there might be some sort of threat, odds were that Ira would need the talents of her mysterious ally Margrave to save the day. Without a second's further hesitation, Elliot sprinted after Collin and Dean.

En route, Collin used his power to describe the conversation to everyone. The intruder's words did not strike Elliot as especially sinister, but he kept staunchly quiet as he followed. Within the minute, the team's grand leader barged through the door, flooding the hallway with the range's bright illumination and revealing the cause for alarm. A spy drone? Elliot analyzed it with steely eyes. Something so small could scarcely be a dangerous weapon, but then again, information could be the most dangerous weapon of all. In his pockets, Elliot's secret weapons felt almost hot, begging to be used. After Dean said his piece, the Margrave chimed in, holding one flat hand up on the opposite side of his head as if ready to deliver a karate chop—or to unleash unimaginable power. ”For the sake of my allies I am restraining my burning fury...do not give me cause to loosen my grip, interloper!” He cast a weary glance to Dean, who evidently thought that a thin bit of tempered steel wielded by an underweight 17-year-old would be enough to seriously damage a high-tech, super-compact flying machine. After this, however, Elliot composed himself to listen.

He could understand feeling alone and unwanted. Elliot never knew true hardship, he had to confess, but in his own ways he suffered nevertheless. The edgelord in him wanted to spout something like, 'a likely sob story!' but he couldn't bring himself to this time. In fact, he didn't know quite what to do, but he felt it entirely appropriate to do nothing at all. After all, what authority lay with him? Did this mean that there would be a fight, or a new Ward on the team, or nothing it all? It truly didn't matter. Elliot could do nothing, so he saw no reason to worry or get involved. Whatever came his way, he'd roll with the punches. Even if something embarrassing happened, or this new girl decided to bully him too, he wouldn't give up one inch. That's what it takes to earn respect. If it worked in high school, it'll work here. He found his thoughts returning to Tulpa, this time wielding the scalpel of discernment. 'He's telling the truth, it's got no weapons. Just a camera, some stuff to help it move, and a speaker or two'....those were her words. Exactly how could she know? Elliot postulated that her power might be some sort of limited omniscience, precognition, or maybe x-ray vision. The very thought made the muscles of his face tightened in restrained bitterness. Even imagining powers cooler than his rubbed him the wrong way.