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Current I am back and ready to roleplay. Any genre any setting.

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i thought that show was hilarious. i am interested.
this would have my interest. what kind of setting is the city and world. Victorian steam punk, modern day, 1940s, futuristic?
I am interested in doing this rp. i would much rather play as the soldier of Amestris that an Ishvalan. Will we be allowed to be State Alchemists or are we going to be basic soldiers?
By Azura, By Azura, By Azura!!! As a loyal member of the Dark Brotherhood, i would love to play in this roleplay. However (there is always a however isn't there) i must agree with Hagura. What exactly will players be doing? Will we be a brand new sanctuary founded by one of the remaining members? Will we each be founding and managing a sanctuary?
I am interested in this one. This seems like a interesting forum to ask the question on what is human. I am interested to think of what conclusion if any would emerge from this. this sounds like a place where transhumanism and genetic manipulation could be examined as well. so many good ideas.
DarkStar looked off towards the far corner of the ceiling as the mechanic laughed at him. Darkstar thought for a bit after the bot stopped talking. He calmly spoke, "Yeah, i would guess you are right. I have not heard much positive about Prime yet I doubt he would be the one to give up. Otherwise, this war would have been over long ago. When I crash landed it knocked out my communications and my sense of direction. After recovering from the crash, I tried to get to a Decepticon outpost, but i am pretty sure I have been going in circles until you lot stopped me. What do we do now that you have finished your repairs, Doc" DarkStar knew the answer to that question. Now he was going to be put in a cell for a couple cycles and from there who knows. He was at the whims of the Autobots.
DarkStar watched the Autobot mechanic work on the repairs. If Prime had taken off in pursuit of some potential energon source among the stars, it would be an absolute certainty the Megatron left to pursue. If the Prime took his elites, then so did Megatron. This was not good news for DarkStar. This meant his quarry was not on this world anymore. If the Air Commander was extinguished in battle out there, there would be no way to get his revenge. DarkStar needed power now. He needed to have the strength to challenge the Air Commander once he returned to Cybertron. DarkStar could not reason out how to do it, but he would do it. DarkStar looked at the mechanic and gave a small smile. He spoke hoping to get an emotionable response from the Autobot, "It sounds to me like your noble Prime has abandoned you? There are no known energon sources among the stars thus no guarantee of success. He knew he could not hold Iacon so he took his best bots and ran away."
DarkStar eased off his edge as the Autobot spoke to him. He was unsure of what to tell the Autobot. It was in fact embarrassing that he was shot down and even worse that it was done by a Decepticon. DarkStar spoke as calmly as he could, "Yes, Autobot, I was shot down, thanks for asking. It was not so much of a crash landing rather me trying to land as best I could without control. Do not take any pride in the fact I was shot down, Autobot, for it was not by your hands." DarkStar paused for a moment. What was he doing? It was the pride of the Decepticons in him that made him want to insult the mechanic in front of him for the mere fact that he was an Autobot. DarkStar was a prisoner and any information he said no matter how small could hurt him. DarkStar immediately tried to change the subject, "Hey, Doc, What was that Ship that launched not long back?"
Darkstar said nothing as the Autobot Hyperspeed as the bot took his weapon's chip and lead him to the mechanic. He assumed that he could not call his Decepticon allies because of how far down they were below the surface. Not like that mattered. Darkstar had already tried to contact the Decepticons for rescue. Either they did not care about him or the damage he took did in fact knock out his communications. Darkstar would have liked the latter to be more correct. Darkstar glared at the mechanic as he ordered him to sit on the repair bench. Reluctantly, he took his seat for the mechanic. The mechanic was right. DarkStar was a prisoner now and it is not like he gave the Autobots much of a fight. The Decepticons basically handed him over. NO! Not the Decepticons just one Decepticon... that Decepticon. Just thinking about what happened caused DarkStar to tense up with anger. He would find him and destroy him. DarkStar needed to get repaired, then he needed to hone his skill, gain valuable experience, and then ultimately support. Decepticons did not agree with murder of each other for it weakened the force, yet no one would argue against a death in a fair duel, because that strengthened the force. The Weak die and the strong stand tall. That was the Gladiator's way but it was an effective and honorable way to do things.
DarkStar's lowered his weapon slightly as the Autobots argued. He had never heard of the an Autobot caring about wounded Decepticon. Autobots were not supposed to care about such things as honor. His Decepticon red optics glared at the Autobot. He opens his mouth to insult the Autobot or accuse the Autobot of deception but stops himself. It would not do him any favors to insult the one glitching Autobot who was defending him. He did not want to force the other one to follow through with his belief that all Decepticons are better off dead. He for a bit then reached into his chest and pulls out his weapons chip. He slowly hands the chip to the Autobot, "I do this in good faith Autobot. Get me those repairs."
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