mickilennial

Grimm Noir: A RWBY Story

Interested!

...but I do have one pretty big question;

I saw Rwby's First season, and bit and pieces of the rest - is that enough to fit in?

@FrogRFlowR

Considering the first season has all of the fundamentals of the setting, probably. I also don't particularly like a lot of the lore and plot-writing they did after Season 3 so it's probably a good guess. The mainline thing I'll be looking for outside of solid concepts is people who can commit long term to a project since it's kind of awkward if somebody vanishes/ghosts in a small group RP.

Anyway, this is enough interest for me to put up the OOC.

Grimm Noir: A RWBY Story

You already know I'm interested!

@datadogie

--and out of rp hiatus the furry comes.

Grimm Noir: A RWBY Story

_{Players: 3 or 7
Pace: Flexible, so be committed long term.
Writing Level: Casual+}

From Argus to Kuchinashi, the Mistrali look to the sun and the moon for guidance.

Sometimes, that guidance hasn’t helped. Lives lost and destroyed by the decisions of the ruling council, resources consumed and mistreated by the corporations that influence everything from what you drink to the stockpile of dust throughout the kingdom that Huntsmen use to combat the Grimm. A century ago the Mistrali were forced into a war that would cause a domino effect throughout the four kingdoms of Remnant and create a long-seeded resentment toward Mistral. To some, Mistral became little more than another Mantle.

Since the ending of the Great War, Mistral has become more chaotic and dangerous. Criminal syndicates and seedy corporations have designs on the Kingdom and revolutionary groups like the White Fang have created instability throughout the kingdom to the point even their own allies in the former kingdom of Mantle have begun to blame them for their own problems. The Schnee fight the Cerise over dust disputes. All while insidious forces hope to manipulate the chaos for their own ends. A lone woman in the darkness may become the most dangerous of them all. But for you, these are not concerns you are even remotely aware about.

With an initiation exam in front of you, an excitement swells in your gut. You have no idea about your destiny and how it will be you and the friends you make who’ll be the first line of defense against Grimm and non-Grimm alike. But the World of Remnant never does care about the plans you make, does it?

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Much like 99.9% of other RWBY role-plays, Grimm Noir is a RP that tries to recapture the spirit of the first season of RWBY while diverting from certain fixtures in lieu of original concepts.

Characters will start pretty much where Team RWBY started in the beginning of Season 1. Newly minted huntsmen ready for evaluation, study, and occasionally encounters that will turn out a bit more than they can handle at times. While we will battle Grimm in creative ways, the insidious natures of Faunus and Humans alike will come up eventually. I’ll also periodically ask people what they want to see and what changes I can make going forward if things aren’t turning out to everyone’s taste.

Naturally, we will start with an initiation arc.

That is, assuming we get enough capable interested parties.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

Location: Angel Grove University, Angel Grove, CA

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When Ashlee had gotten the call to securely and discreetly analyze data at Angel Grove University she had been a little suspicious. How often did Professors at third-rate colleges make consultants sign NDAs? Alien rocks. Overheating servers. A swelling, awful gut feeling. Yeah, it all checked out.

Essentially, what with Ashlee always being the smartest person in the room, it didn’t take the twenty-six year old much time to figure out something was up. Even before she opened her laptop and got the energy readings she did she knew. The script on the rock slabs on the table to her right would’ve made the ancient Babylonians confused. When the professor was surprised she thought they were from outer space she realized how little he knew about what he had found. She was about to expand on their little conversation when the readings went nova and she had to duck for cover.

A happening that very nearly critically injured the older man in front of her. Thankfully, the college professor hired a really good bodyguard, or security consultant, or whatever the proper lingo was for someone who wasn't good enough for police work. Either way, Ashlee was pretty happy that she wouldn't be filling out a police report after her very secretive boss exploded. As she rose from her desk the lights flickered before a backup generator relit the room.

“That’s a few thousand dollars out the window.” Ashlee remarked as she looked at the scene in front of her as she looked at her laptop. “Including my laptop.”

As she waved smoke away from the cracked screen of her laptop the professor returned to his feet with an exasperated look on his face. “Well, that was strange.”

“Not the first word I'd use. You okay?”

“Oh, uh, thanks to Briggs here, I am fine.” He said as he immediately moved over to the rocks. “But! What could have… did they…”

There was a brief moment of silence.

“That has never happened before. They reacted to something… but what in the world could they be reacting to?”
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Location: City Streets, Angel Grove, CA

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Fhoros didn’t like being ordered around by Iphongar. The two warriors had been at odds with one another for centuries, ever since the Battle of Gelex Prime.

Iphongar blamed him for the defeat when it had been Iphongar’s plan that Fhoros was following the entire time. So annoying. If it was a defeat the only one who seemed who was held accountable was him and only him. Especially now after several of their comrades had defected to an opposing faction. It was something he thought about often. Even as he was walki—

“Fhoros! Are you even listening to me?!”

“No! I mean yes! What? Ow!” The blue armor-bearing warrior rubbed the back of his helmet in pain as the taller, brass-armored tactician grabbed his left wrist and slammed a device in his hand.

“The energems are in two separate directions. I want you to go after the smaller energy signature while I go after the larger.”

Fhorus winced underneath his helmet as he looked at the radar. His comrade was right and of course he was giving him the paltrier amount to gather. Iphongar always wanted all of the glory and respect. It wasn’t fair. However, even though it wasn’t fair there was no way their Empress would be annoyed by either of them ever again once they delivered the five gems to her hands. It was a plan so easy that even the most meager and pitiful of the imperium could succeed.

“What about the Power Rangers?”

“There hasn’t been a power ranger since I destroyed the last one, you idiot. Zoltar is dead. Use your brain. There is no possible way a ranger will appear.” The taller warrior shook his head as he looked eastward, “Now go. And destroy any humans that get in your way.”

“Leave it to me.”

What Are You Listening To?

Extracriminal

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Moments passed and the last member of their supposed group showed up. Seemed like the bulk of them were pretty punctual, which, the thief supposed was good. Meant she could gauge if things were getting fishy if people were “running late”. Still, the smell of cigarette smoke nauseated her. Who the fuck smoked cigarettes anymore? What was this, 1956? She hoped none of the other members of their supposed crew had any habits as archaic and disgusting as that.

“Vos.” She managed for her own introduction, “Don’t think the old man is the type for meatspace interactions.”

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Well, that was a wild sad and depressing Summer for me.

But we're back, and hopefully before October arrives we can get out of this damn forest. I hope my rustiness with combat isn't too awful, haha.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

Posted up for Cu, and since you guys are in dialogue I didn't give you guys anything. When you want to advance to the next "checkpoint" let me know.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

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The berries Junchiro would sample seemed pretty innocent, so perhaps he was lucky. Their flavor reminded him of the Japanese strawberry, the Amaou, but these looked more like blueberries than they did a strawberry. Still, these wild berries that had been collected were quite delicious albeit quite sweet. If they were harmful it wasn’t from any sort of toxin. After his meal, if he were to pick up a pot lid he would notice it would be quite light to his touch, but not weightless. Something about it felt right, though he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what exactly that would be.

Otherwise, the camp would have little else for him.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Location: Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis

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“I’m fine.” Pythia managed as she winced.

Malum magicks were the most unpredictable and versatile of any other element. Overuse came with a lot of consequences, especially if someone was mentally or emotionally compromised. The other elements had their drawback in similar states, but none were as toxic as malum.

It almost made the red-haired girl wonder why Sol invented such an element and bestowed it upon people and flora alike. Her mentor had called it the cursed element and every single time she had been hit by a malum magi she wondered if it was superstition or truth. The air was dense and tasted of rot, the energy itself when it touched your skin felt like it was trying to twist your bones and muscles out of place, and worst of all was in a liquid or static form it felt equally as gross, like laying in a tub of worms. How did it feel to be born with such an element?

Pythia did not know nor care, all she knew her body had been surging with pain and that she felt gross. The viscous, goo-like malum matter was still on the sleeve of her longcoat and Pythia gripped the cloths seams as strong as she could with her other arm before she tore it off outright before tossing it a few feet away from her.

“Sol, I hate Malum magi.” She grumbled as she attempted to get to her feet, her grip on her sword’s sheath even tighter than before. “Such an abhorrent magic.”

She may have not showed it but the blonde inquisitor was not one she was unthankful to. Sure, there had been a miscalculation in the fight but all of them were used to fighting alone give-or-take and strategic problems were going to arise. At the very least she could tell Lazulin and Pagonia had cornered the insane magi after it had gone after Clara in a snap decision. It was probably good that everyone hadn’t huddled together. This was not to say the fight in the woods had left her or anyone else unscratched. Most of them, save for Lazulin, had been coaxing some kind of injury. Though given the advanced age that Etoile seemed to be, the teenager wondered how she was handling hers.

“What about you? You aren’t going to bleed out after this, are you?” She chuckled smugly, though such a release from her stoic attitude was brief.

Her eyes still on the scene with the magi Pythia moved to touch her now exposed forearm with her free hand. The explosion of malum energy hadn’t left any burns or scars, but she felt it in her arm like a virus. She was sore and numb, if she were to use that arm for combat she would not be at full strength. That wasn’t even counting how exhausted she had been due to using a lot of her energy to save Zestasia earlier or the amount of fulgur blasts she had tried to use against the magi. She wasn’t completely done and exhausted, but she no longer had the vigor she had when she jumped off of the barge to seek out the magi. Had she gone alone she may have died. This magi, as young as she was, was way stronger than she was.

Such a thought made the red-haired girl angry. She had trained so hard and she wasn’t on this random, insane magi’s level. How was she going to get her vengeance against far more dangerous inquisitors if this was the case? She ran her tongue against one of her canines in contemplation. She needed to focus; she needed to train more. She had been slacking.

“Well, if you are able to walk that's all I care about.” She remarked to Etoile, adding onto her previous statement, her smug smirk gone from her lips.