MacDuffy

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

@Suku Want an Orphan Buddy for Fie?

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

@Keyblade87

Alright, cool, I'm good with that!

Did you have specific mass-produced mobile suits in mind for this setting?

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

@Keyblade87 @Stern Algorithm

I getcha.

What if a character was, say, an adopted member of the Collins family? Someone who wasn't actually of the Royal Bloodline, and couldn't unlock a Gundam? Would that be feasible?

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky

Color me interested. I'll see if I can whip up a CS sometime today.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

I am super down for a Gundam RP, you have no idea.

Adding to the questions @Suku asked, does your character's mobile suit HAVE to be a Gundam?

Summoners of Babel

Right-o. Sorry for holding things up, everybody!

Summoners of Babel

Baldur

@TheWindel, @KoL, @Lonewolf685, @cloudystar, @Savo, @Legion02, @Duoya

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Baldur propped his head up with one fist on the table, eyeing each of the three girls, and Kiara in particular. It would seem that titles did not match status in this particular group, given the assertiveness and....boldness, of her Spirits, and her being- figuratively, and quite literally- dragged along by them. Internally, he wondered who among them would be the one actually in charge. "Interesting how they call you 'Master.'" He said to Kiara with a small smirk. "By the look of things, you're quite submissive."

He resumed an upright position, looking across the table at all three of them. "My terms are simple." He began in a rehearsed, businesslike manner. "I require a small fee up-front, and a guaranteed percentage of the spoils of the campaign. Given that there's four of us in this venture....I would say twenty-five percent is fair. You may consider me for food and lodging at your discretion, I'm capable of taking care of those myself."

As the conversation briefly turned to drink, Baldur's gaze in kind turned back to the flamboyant drunk. In particular, how he pratfalled, melted into darkness and reformed. Another interesting power...He briefly took note of the familiar face at the table as well...the priest, and his companion from earlier in the day. A stark contrast to the priest, given his flared temper at the drunk's buffoonery. He watched the proceedings, amused. Perhaps this time, a fight would actually occur.

His attention on the argument, as well as his amusement, quickly faded as he heard the eel-eyed girl express her doubts at the capability of a wounded man. He turned back to look at her, eyebrow raised and taken by surprise. He had assumed he carried himself well enough that his injuries would be unnoticeable...and yet she was able to take notice of it, in such little time. Those bulbous eyes, it would seem, were not to be underestimated. His neutral expression took a stern edge as he looked at Roma.

"I assure you," He said, flatly, arms folded, "that I am more than a match for this job, even with these wounds. If you still doubt my abilities......I would be happy to partake in a challenge of your choosing."

Summoners of Babel

HOOF I'M SUCH A LIAR

Today for sure. I'm getting a post prepped as we speak.

On the subject of a collab post, I'm all for it, but I'm pretty new to this format, so I'm not 100% sure how it's done...

Summoners of Babel

HOO boy. Sorry for the inactivity, work's been hectic all week.

Hopefully, I should have something up today.

Summoners of Babel

Baldur

@TheWindel, @KoL, @Lonewolf685, @cloudystar, @Savo

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Baldur watched with a keen eye as the ball sailed towards its target, eager to see the result. With the aid of his Spirit fusing with him, the boy was able to dodge by just a hair, before being promptly scolded by his guardian. The Orc had won this unspoken contest, it would seem, and Baldur silently concedee the victory to him. It disheartened him just ever so slightly to see the young man rely on his pet to best his throw, but the swiftness of their cooperation overpowered that disappointed with curiosity. They were certainly in sync with one another...perhaps this was how these children made up for their mortal weakness. He thought briefly of his own Spirit, as he felt a very slight, familiar twinge in his forearm. A small cut in the muscle reopened when he threw that ball, no doubt, and the creature within him had begun knitting it back shut. He looked down at his own arm, balling his hand into a fist and tensing up, letting the pain of his wound flare up again. A reliance on sorceries and spirits....this is not how he wished to live. He would not allow himself to grow complacent...Though the creature held him together and kept him alive, he would make certain that, in battle, his strength would be entirely his own.

"You are a sensible man. Few words, subtle presence. I approve."

Baldur looked up from his arm to the sight of a pair of dead, eel-ish eyes staring at him from across his table. The familiar trio of strange girls had come to pay him a visit, and talk matters of business. They were certainly eager in their discussion: no sooner had the kimono-clad girl requested a seat when her violet-haired companion began ordering wine and food. He raised an eyebrow at the trio. "It would seem," he replied in his soft, bassy voice, "that you have already made yourselves comfortable...I've no objections, sit where you like."

When they spoke of hiring him, Baldur's interest piqued. A desire to honor a debt, and an interest in the foes that lay within already drove him to attempt to scale the tower, but an opportunity to earn money doing so was a very appealing prospect. "I am a stranger to this city, I'm afraid. My knowledge of this tower is next to none. If you require a guide, you'd be better off seeking elsewhere. I am a perfectly able bodyguard, however...for the right price."

Baldur's attention during the conversation was briefly redirected slightly toward another table, where a flamboyant masked stranger posed and shouted at the top of his lungs. Ah, the antics of drunks.....