Definitely interested in the Hasbroverse one. I've been getting back into Transformers and Power Rangers this past year, mostly through the comics, so I have a lot of ideas for this RP if it happens.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
H A R U O K I M U R A
Location: Top Floor Washroom, Kimura Residence
Timeframe M orning
Harry Kimura spent a longer time in the shower than he usually did. The feeling of hot water rushing down his body helped him feel alive, separate from the undead people that gathered not far enough away. Harry rationalized that he should use as much water as possible while the service was still working. Like electricity, Harry was very appreciative that the water was still running. It seemed like having these necessities meant that the world was still working. But Harry knew that this wouldn’t last, as he could still see in his mind the carnage of the first day, zombies quickly overtaking most of town.
Yet again he pushed away any troubling memories, Harry just trying to focus on what needed to be done. Clad in just a towel, Harry descended the steps back to the main floor, Kit coming up the stairs next to him.
“Did you leave me any hot water?” Kit asked, his body language just exuding stress.
“Maybe,” muttered Harry as he continued to go down the steps.
“I swear to God, if the water is freezing,” Kit was saying but by now Harry was ignoring him.
Harry quickly descended the second set of steps that led to his basement abode. Once there he changed into some work clothing. His wardrobe was somewhat limited as he hadn’t intended to stay after his parents’ funeral, and most of the room was taken up by boxes, the Kimura’s using the basement bedroom as a storage area after Harry had moved out. But since coming back to Huddeen he had slowly reclaimed his room.
As he finished dressing, Harry picked up his mother’s novel off his nightstand. Seeing as he wasn’t expected for anything for a few hours, Harry felt it a good time to try and finish the massive tome. That had been his goal last night, but exhaustion had won out and he fell asleep.
Harry carried the large hardcover book back upstairs and into the lounge room adjacent from the kitchen. Plopping down on the sofa, Harry began to read again. However, after reading about two chapters, Harry’s phone chimed. Placing the book down and taking out his phone, Harry could see that he had been added to a group chat called Survival Squad. Apparently he had been included in a gathering of young people for later today. It felt weird for Harry to consider himself a young person, as he viewed himself an adult. Put apparently he was youthful enough to be included. Harry quickly sent a message saying I’ll be there.
Harry then returned to his reading, Kit emerging from the upstairs bathroom a few minutes later, heading for his room. Just as Harry reached a cliffhanger, Kit came out of his room fully dressed and went toward the kitchen.
“Did you check your phone yet?” Harry asked him.
“Yeah, the Holloways are running low on food,” replied Kit.
“Really? But that’s not what I meant. There’s going to be a meeting of some kind today, strictly for the youths of the street.”
Kit then pulled out his phone, and typed up a response before going to the kitchen. Harry returned to his book determined to finish it within the hour. It was very engaging and he really liked the characters. Harry wished that his mother was still around so that he could tell her this. When he was younger, he never told his parents how amazing they were, how proud he was to be the son of two amazing writers.
But like many other thoughts, Harry pushed away regrets, instead focusing his vision on the print of the book. It didn’t hurt as much emotionally if he removed himself from the book, to not view it as a work of his mother.
K I T A R O K I M U R A
Location: Outside the Kimura Residence
Timeframe Morning
Kit Kimura was so focused on his agitation that he completely missed his neighbor trying to call him over. With an exasperated sigh, Kit stepped off Mulberry Street and onto his property. However, he didn’t feel like going in as that would mean talking to Harry. And right now Kit wasn’t in the mood to deal with his older brother.
Instead he went in to the backyard of the Kimura Residence. While not particularly large, the yard was a nice green space with a few chairs strewn about. Kit’s father had always kept a well trimmed lawn, while his mother had started a vegetable garden about a year ago, wanting to make her family more self sufficient. Since their passing, Kit had done his best to maintain the greenery, though he quickly realized he lacked a green thumb.
But even if he couldn’t get the whole planting thing down, Kit still enjoyed the backyard for its peaceful setting. A thing most people didn’t know about Kit was his struggles with anxiety. During his middle school days it had gotten bad enough that his parents took him to a therapist in the city. There he had learned meditation techniques, techniques that he found worked best in his backyard.
So Kit sank into a wooden cottage chair, trying to focus on something besides agitation. Thusly he focused on his breath. After a few minutes, Kit had gotten into a rhythm, his eyes closing as he breathed. However, this serene moment would be broken up by a loud pinging noise. Slightly annoyed at his phone, Kit still took it out of his pocket to check who had text him. It was his neighbor Holly asking about food. Kit quickly typed up a response.
Kit then tried to do more breathing but found that he could find no relaxation. The thought that people on Mulberry were already running out of food terrified him. It made the whole situation feel more real, like that society was falling apart. The notion sent a shiver up Kit’s spine, as the cold chill of the morning invaded his body.
Deciding that the best way to deal with this chill would be to take a shower, Kit got up and entered his house from the back door. As he approached the stairs that led to the top floor, where the only shower in the house was, Kit saw Harry coming down, his hair still wet.
Already agitated, Kit asked, “Did you leave me any hot water?”
“Maybe,” was all Harry said as he went down the stairs.
Kit groaned before muttering, “I swear to God, if the water is freezing,” before deciding to hold his tongue.
As Kit turned on the shower head, he found that indeed all the hot water was gone. While normally Kit didn’t mind a cold shower, this particular morning he had been craving the warm rush of water. But Kit couldn’t stay mad at Harry, as he knew a hot shower was one of his ways of coping. And everyone left alive in Huddeen needed a way of coping with all this change.
Kit would keep the shower brief, before heading to his room to change into some day clothes. Deciding on a simple t-shirt and jeans, Kit entered the lounge room and saw that his brother was reading a signed copy of [i]Even Angels Cry[/]. Prior to their death, Kit had never seen Harry read any of his parents’ works, but now he powering through their entire catalog.
As Kit made his way to the kitchen, Harry asked him, “Did you check your phone yet?”
“Yeah, the Holloways are running low on food,” replied Kit as he continued to the kitchen.
“Really? But that’s not what I meant. There’s going to be a meeting of some kind today, strictly for the youths of the street.”
Intrigued, Kit pulled out his phone and saw that he indeed had missed a text while in the shower. Him and pretty much every young person on Mulberry Street were now part of a Survival Squad Group Chat. After looking over the text, Kit quickly replied.
Kit then went to the kitchen to grab some instant oatmeal. As he looked through the cupboards, he also tried to figure out what to give Holly. The Kimura house had quite a few cans of beans, some basic crackers, but not much in the way of meat and vegetables. Kit wondered that if they ran out of nutritious food would they get something like scurvy and die? He didn’t know, he never really paid attention in any of his science classes.
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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested in this as well.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@mattmanganon
Interested in doing either the Kingdom Hearts or Star Wars idea.
Interested in doing either the Kingdom Hearts or Star Wars idea.
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1 yr ago
Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
@rush99999
Currently this is on hold. I was going through some mental health stuff that took me away from RPing, but I'm slowly getting back into it. Right now I'm not really up to running anything myself. But I still have an interest in doing this at some point and will contact everyone when I'm ready to run it.
@mattmanganon
Cool to see that you're interested. I'll let you know when I'm up to running this.
Currently this is on hold. I was going through some mental health stuff that took me away from RPing, but I'm slowly getting back into it. Right now I'm not really up to running anything myself. But I still have an interest in doing this at some point and will contact everyone when I'm ready to run it.
@mattmanganon
Cool to see that you're interested. I'll let you know when I'm up to running this.
H A R U O K I M U R A
Location: Basement Bedroom, Kimura Residence
Timeframe Early morning
Interaction(s): None
Previously: N/A
Light was just starting to come through the small window of the back bedroom of the basement when the sound of mechanical bells made itself known. Harry Kimura rolled over in bed, his right hand struggling to find where he had placed his phone on the nightstand. Once it was found, the alarm was immediately shut off, Harry groaning as he forced himself up and out of the covers. His eyes were still unfocused in the early state of awakening, his head also spinning a little as he placed his feet on the floor. Glancing at his nightstand, Harry was reminded why he had slept so badly.
Sitting there was a hardcover copy of Even Angels Cry by Jacqueline Nord, one of Harry’s late mother’s most celebrated novels. The beast of a book was not new reading for Harry, as he had definitely read his parents stories before. But back during his moody teenage days he wasn’t able to fully enjoy the books. He was too busy trying to forge his own path, and not just be the son of two popular authors. But ever since he returned to town four months ago, Harry couldn’t help but feel nostalgic about his life here in Huddeen. That included his parents’ writings, which he had been staying up to binge read each night ever since the whole zombie apocalypse started.
Thanks to trying, and failing, to finish the book in one night, Harry had only got two hours sleep before his alarm sounded. While he wished to ignore it, Harry knew he had obligations to his community, or at least his street as the rest of the community were probably eaten by now. But Harry pushed those dark thoughts from his mind as he rose to his feet and left the basement bedroom that had been his back when he lived here full time.
As he made his way up the wooden steps to the main level, Harry called out, “You up Kit?”
“Yeah, just going for my morning jog,” was the reply.
Harry then heard the front door close as he reached the main floor. Right next to the steps was the kitchen, a modestly sized one. Still feeling lethargic, Harry decided against making a proper breakfast. Instead he pulled out a box of corn flakes cereal and poured himself a bowl. As he crunched on the flakes, Harry went over what he had to do today. It was mostly inspecting the barricades that kept Mulberry Street defended, cataloging all the cars and machinery that the neighbors had and could still be of use.
Once done eating, Harry washed his few dishes before walking over to the bathroom. By now the undead were close enough to the street that their moans filtered into all nearby houses. The noise the creatures made Harry feel sick, so he felt that he really needed a hot shower. Once in said hot shower, Harry’s mind drifted back to his girlfriend and all the other people who were close to him in the big city. With what he had heard was going on in the city, Harry knew that there was a good chance that they were dead. But Harry pushed those musings away, trying his best to focus on the hear and now.
K I T A R O K I M U R A
Location: Small Bedroom, Kimura Residence
Timeframe Early morning
Interaction(s): None
Previously: N/A
Kit Kimura had awoken several hours ago to the sound of what seemed to be an explosion coming from in town. It had jolted him out of his bed on the left side of the main floor, Kit stumbling to his feet. Wondering if this meant the military had arrived, Kit left his house and ran outside barefoot. Only to be greeted by nothing. Whatever made the noise hadn’t reached Mulberry Street, as only a handful of neighbors had even bothered to get up and see what was going on.
After a few minutes Kit returned to his home, still trying to figure out what was going on. He wanted to go see what it was, but there were strict rules about leaving the safe zone at night. Kit considered waking up his older brother, who had to be a very deep sleeper to not hear the clattering, but felt he shouldn’t bother him. He already had plenty to deal with as the head of the household and as one of the more educated survivors.
So Kit returned to his bed, but quickly found that he could not rest. Adrenaline pumped through his body as he lay there, staring at the plain white ceiling. Time seemed to pass both fast and slow paradoxically, and before Kit knew it, his phone let out an alarm of K-Pop music. Kit immediately got up and threw on some athletic clothes, before making his way over to the front door.
From the basement below, Kit could hear, “You up Kit?”
As he opened the front door, Kit replied, “Yeah, just going for my morning jog.”
That was technically the truth as Kit had incorporated a morning jog into his routine for several years now. It was one thing that he actually had learned at school, how to keep himself healthy, gym class ending with a much better grade than other classes. So Kit began to run along the side of the road, passing by the houses of other survivors. He even saw the local Doctor walking her dog. Kit had yet to learn her name as back when his parents were alive, they would take him to a doctor in the city.
After a decent amount of exercise, Kit reached his destination, the wall blocking off Mulberry Street from the rest of Huddeen. Yet, even from here, Kit couldn’t see what caused the noise in the middle of the night. That frustrated the young adult to no end. If there really was help coming, shouldn’t the people of Mulberry be looking for said help? Kit wanted to bound over the wall and investigate, but knew he was woefully under equipped. The most dangerous item in the Kimura Household was a baseball bat, as Kit’s parents didn’t believe in guns.
That and it would be breaking all kinds of rules. So the best Kit could do was try and form a search party. But that would require others signing off on doing this, and there was barely anyone around at this time in the morning. Kit decided to give it a few hours for others to get up, so he turned back around and slowly returned home. But the idea that this was an important thing to investigate was still nagging at the back of his mind.
@Kuro
Hopefully I'm not too late to join. I'm just getting back into RPs after a break and this one looks fun. Anyways I made a family sheet, let me know if anything needs changing.
Hopefully I'm not too late to join. I'm just getting back into RPs after a break and this one looks fun. Anyways I made a family sheet, let me know if anything needs changing.
Rory had decided to spend an extra day with their family, even though they were supposed to move back into their dorm yesterday. But Rory didn’t think that Headmaster Coulson would mind the slight delay. After many months away from their family, Rory wanted to spend as much time as possible with their fathers and siblings.
Rory was actually still in contact with their sister Claire, messaging each other back and forth on their StarkPhones. It was mostly things like I miss you, hope you have a good year, and other fluff. But then Claire reminded her sibling that she too was planning to attend Avengers Academy next year when she became old enough to enroll. The thought of having their sister going to the same school as them was a mixed one for Rory as they would probably just worry about her the whole time she was here. But then they remembered that their roommate Diana’s younger brother was starting at the Academy this year. They figured it would be kind of weird for her.
By the time the texting petered out between Rory and their sister, they were back in their dorm room. Apparently Diana had already left it as her stuff was already put away. Rory briefly wondered where she had gone as he unpacked. They also eyed Diana’s pet Tauriel as they placed their pet frog Kermit down.
In no time Rory was done unpacking, as it seemed to be a quicker process every year they came back to the Academy. Not wanting to miss the excitement of the School Carnival, Rory departed their room at Stark Hall and took the stairwell down the building and outside. A few minutes walk from there and Rory had entered the carnival.
Looking around, Rory tried to spy anyone that they knew. However it was all a mix of people they had never seen before or at least never talked to. This was a given as the Academy seemed to be expanding its class size every year, or that’s at least how Rory felt. A lot of these unknown people were gathered around a particular booth, so Rory went over to see what was so exciting.
But once they got closer, Rory could see that it was a man with large muscles attempting to lift Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor. For a full minute the man struggled against the hammer, veins bulging in his arms. But eventually he gave up, walking away while looking drained. An announcer then asked if anyone else was ready to give it a go, looking in Rory’s direction. The shape shifter immediately shook their head, already knowing that they weren’t worthy. As Rory left they saw one of their classmates approach the hammer.
Rory then went deeper into the carnival, passing by some interesting booths. They even had face painting where you could look like your favorite Avenger. But what drew in Rory was the big area set aside for the Academy Knights, the school’s medieval club. They were letting people get into mock combat with a foam sword. This interested Rory as they had been playing a video game over the break where you play as a medieval knight.
“I’m down for this,” Rory said to the person running the booth.
“Alright, we just need an opponent,” replied the student, “Any takers?”
Rory took a seat beside the stall, waiting to see who would challenge them in foam combat. It looked like they would be getting in their combat training very early this school year.
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Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
@rush99999
Cool, that would work. While I wait to see if any other players are interested, you can watch those videos I posted as they are great reference, even if you already have some knowledge of Fate Core.
Cool, that would work. While I wait to see if any other players are interested, you can watch those videos I posted as they are great reference, even if you already have some knowledge of Fate Core.
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