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Hey there Terin, and welcome to the Guild! It's always nice to see a new person join the forum, and I'm sure you'll fit in wonderfully. Check out the Interest Check sections to find the new and starting rps available, and I hope you have a good time!!

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@ Rilla, this is a common trend and minor pet peeve of mine, too. It was pretty funny because at one point in my rpI had three main characters, one who was the leader of the group, another her close friend/partner/confidant, and another a former bandit and absolute stupid idiot. I had a story arc where the leader had a crisis of confidence and along with her partner, tried to abandon the remainder of the group. When it came to the point in the rp where the rest of the characters went to search for these two missing characters, the person who they tried to gravitate to and follow was... my stupidest of stupid idiots. Made no sense whatsoever.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

One job Fabian

You had one job



8D

Mekaku City looks really cool! Those gifs are freakin badass (especially that punch one, I love <3) The opening is hot as well 8D

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Aliquam; Academy of the Arts: Northern Sector: Performance Hall

Dylan’s hands trembled as he watched his slate be destroyed within the Masked Phantom’s hands. The source of his powers, swept away within the blink of an eye. He needed that slate in order to activate his abilities, without it he was useless. And that thief… that arrogant, cold and callous villain had not only threatened his home, hurt his friends and family… but he had stripped him of that as well.

Those hands clenched into fists.

“Two summoners of very different talents… but both no less amazing. My, if only I could actually steal you two as well and add your talents to my collection… but I digress. As you can see, I am not a man to be easily bested, and these actions on your behalf… this fight is futile. Don’t press this further. Stop now… or I will detonate the charges we’ve laid.”

The Masked Phantom’s voice was enough to give pause to the Guilders fighting him. Dylan, Lucien, Aria, Marcus and Xandra all stopped, as wafts of pink fog scattered about and faded into the air from the sweeping of Francesca’s grapnel arms around where Trixie hid. This time the Masked Phantom was serious, and he had had enough of the Pride’s antics to resist. This time he would make good on his promise from before. He would halt this battle now, or else make good on his threat from before.

And to emphasise such a threat, he pulled from within his jacket the device that would activate the charges he and his allies had carefully placed about the Academy – his thumb placed dangerously over the trigger. He held it up, confidently, and any resistance the Pride might have considered left… vanished.

Jay and Francesca saw no such compunction in stopping. This, for them, was a golden opportunity to enact due revenge, now that the Pride were backed into a corner they couldn’t fight from. Francesca continued to swipe her grapnel arms into the pink mist around Trixie, aiming to ensnare the troublesome brat and pull her out of her cover. Jay as well had matters to settle with Angel and Xandra, and he grabbed the metallurgist in her surprise and slapped her to the ground beneath him. He muttered a quick ‘sorry’, but little more.

Everything was falling apart far faster then the Pride could stop…

Dylan lost it. He roared, and began running down the aisle towards the Masked Phantom, his body moving by itself. His slate was gone and with it his powers, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. If anything, the aggravation born from his inability to do anything was what propelled him now. He had been pushed down to his knees, against the wall. There was nothing else he could do anymore other then flail futilely at the Masked Phantom. Even though he threatened them all with the activation of multiple explosions about the Academy, causing mass chaos and destruction… Dylan had nothing left. He wanted to stop the thief. And he wanted to beat him so bad.

The Masked Phantom shook his head with a sigh as he saw Dylan approach. What was it with these people? The sheer idiocy, in not understanding when they had been beaten?

“Dylan!” Lucien called out, trying to reach and grab his friend, his fingertips just barely missing him. The Matter Artist screamed as he tore down the aisle, raising his fist to strike out.

The Masked Phantom laughed, and drew another cocky grin. "Fine."

He threw his fist out, and in contrast to his earlier efforts to push his adversaries back with powerful gusts of wind, this time he grabbed Dylan’s head as he came within reach and clutched it tightly, squeezing. He lifted the struggling man’s body off the ground, revealing a surprising amount of strength within the unusual thief.

“You just don’t seem to understand, do you?” The Masked Phantom hissed. “None of you do. None of you ever stood a chance of defeating us. This entire thing was nothing more then a game! But it’s grown tiring and trite now. Seeing you all struggle and squirm like this… it’s grown dull. Boring! I’ve had enough. This isn’t a challenge anymore. It’s just pathetic. The Academy’s foundations were always going to be destroyed in order to move onto the next phase of the plan, in airlifting the entire building away… and I had intended to wait until you had all given up and abandoned the premises… but I think now you should be taught a lesson, and the explosives detonated already, and-”

The Masked Phantom felt a sudden attack grip his wrist, and before he could even realise it, his hold on the detonator in his hand collapsed. Events seemed to move in slow motion as he turned to eye the source of the attack, and the falling device… to see a woman crouched low to his side, a woman with long auburn hair tied back in a white bow and dressed in the Academy’s traditional Priestess robes, reaching out and catching the detonator before turning back to run in the aisle of seats she had hiding in.



Dalia Sanders gave the Masked Phantom a silent glare as she did, and a small wry smile, pleased at the success of her plan, a plan in which the Masked Phantom would never become aware of.

Dalia not only had the gift of seeing a person’s emotions through the colour of their aura… she could affect it. It was a very difficult, and subtle process, but it was something she was able to achieve through intense concentration. Normally a person might find such a passive ability to be incredibly weak, bordering on the useless… until they considered the possibilities. Throughout the entire battle, she had been staying out of the others way, hiding, and using her gifts to flare up and accentuate the emotions of two people inside the Hall. First, the Masked Phantom and his boundless levels of confidence… to the tipping point where he simply became overconfident in all of his actions, and thus careless to a simple thing like her stealing his detonator.

And the second, her brother Dylan, and his courage. He would believe he could do anything. And from there…

"You can do it, Dylan," She whispered.

The Masked Phantom felt a swift, stabbing and paralysing blow strike in-between his legs. Dylan was dropped to the ground after he managed to kick the thief, and his blonde adversary curled down on the ground in surprise and pain. He looked up at Dylan, anger and frustration spinning all around him. He raised his fist up again, this time to unfurl a devastating attack of his wind magic, but his body was torn from the ground, and sent flying yet again to crash-land at the wooden stage with which he appeared. Behind Dylan and Lucien, standing next to Aria was Marcus, his hand aflame with bright emerald energy.



“We can do this!!” Dylan shouted, pumping his fist, and turning to glare at the Masked Phantom, Jay and Francesca one by one. “Don’t give up!” He said. “These thieves are nobodies!!”

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Happy Chinese Valentine! ^O^

Fox your gif... I laughed far too hard. Too hard.

Awesome posts everyone! Absolutely good reads, but one small thing I want to remind people are the injuries their characters have. Buns, don't forget that Moira and Syed were knocked out not too recently with some pretty greivous injuries and so niether of them should really be fighting anywhere near their best (or... maybe even fighting? Even though Amy healed them, her powers shouldn't be great enough to revive a character to fighting capacity). At this point, in a straight up fight, even with Moira enraged, Mattis should be able to win.

I'll probably be posting a bit later today. Currently wondering what path to take with the Masked Phantom... I don't want to interrupt Frances and Trixie/Tobias' fight too soon with anything drastic since I'd like to see that fight develop a bit and give Frances the chance to really showcase her powers. On the flipside, we have most of the other battles drawing to a close, so... hmm. Also... kind of deliberating actually having MP detonate the charges, but considering Fabian didn't plant his and Trixie stole all of his stuff... lolololol.

So yeah, just thinking about where to take things.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Jig said New B!tching:

I know everybody has different ways of dealing things, but any kind of system to resolve a character conflict decided by anything other than good ideas for where the story goes gets my goat. Sure, it would be really interesting for your character if he were to be defeated by the monster, and have his confidence and maybe leg broken, but, nope, the dice say you kill it in one hit.

I see RPing as storytelling and not as a traditional game. The objective, for me, is to be writing prose in a format that doesn't require the same energy that solo fiction requires. There is no 'winning', beyond the satisfaction in taking part in the game. The idea of trying to 'win' an RP baffles me. If that's what people wanna do, it's what they wanna do and it's fine, but, like, ew.

Equally, I sometimes worry that, even if I genuinely believe that it would be good for the story for my character to win an engagement of some kind (say, to affirm alpha status in a group rather than have it be an informed attribute), I worry that people would think I'd be cheerleading for my own character's success, rather than the development of the story.

Jig you and me should be friends. :)

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Kestrel said
You mention you write out characters without killing them. How much time does this take you and do you enjoy this method?

Depends on at what point the player dropped and how much longer there is until the end of the chapter - but the chapter ends tend to be a good break since these are also good time/scene move-on transitions. Currently we had a player leave about a month or so ago, I've been writing her three main characters with the same level of detail as I'd write my own characters until the chapter ends, at which point they'll depart.

And yeah, I actually enjoy it a lot. I find it an interesting challenge to see how well I can write another person's character once they've left, and see how accurate and close I can get it to the actual player's playing. I also do it because I'm pretty heavily anal about characters just departing in a story without rhyme or reason or any sense of narrative payoff or completed character arc, not just in an rp but any work of fiction. I hate becoming invested in a character just for them to be unceremoniously dumped.

I also like to bring these players' characters back later within the story, since I think they still have promise and potential to add. One character we had belonged to a player who just didn't quite understand the theme and tone of the rp, and their character had no real reason to be with the character party when he thought every single one of them was completely beneath him and not worth his time. I wrote him out based on that, but I also brought him back later for a chapter where at this point, he had decided he actually had a lot to grow as a person, away from his drinking, womanising ways and into the kind of dependable person someone his rank within the organisation should have been, and all of the dramas that came with it. Another character was one whom had an affinity with earth and nature - I brought him back in a chapter focused on nature. Never let good potential go to waste.

I'm planning on bringing back another player's two characters who departed a couple of months ago and instead of just keeping them for another chapter as guests like the above, will be writing them continuously. The player and her characters had been in the rp since the start and bore heavy character interaction and plot relevance and development, to the point that their absence feels like it detracts from the rp, and that something 'is missing'. It's a heck of a lot of extra work, but again it's really enjoyable, and will in the end be satisfying.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

In that instant, I believe you're the GM, Kestral? I think GMs have some leniency with this, although I personally dislike doing it, when it comes to character deaths I refuse to kill another players' characters, because I'd hate having the same done to one of my own without permission. Even characters from players who've dropped don't get killed by me, I play them and their story out as if they were my character until I can put them on a bus. That way they can always come back later and be on some benefit as an NPC or otherwise completing a character arc.

But that said if such a player is stupid enough to set their character up in such a position where anything other then death is logically complete nonsensical bullshit to the context of the story, then... yeah. Can't fault that. But I think recalling Orpheus' story to me from before, this was between a player and another player. Not a GM.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Orpheus said Completely unrelated note, but ah well this is originally a thread about about complaining before y'all went cray, so I'll shoot. I hate it when RPers murder an OC without permission. :D

Their own character or another player's? If another player's that should be close to instant grounds for rp removal if they're unable to edit that crap.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall, Corridor

Despite Moira’s intentions, she couldn’t really accurately predict Mattis or Estelle’s actions and reactions. Despite his incredible size, Mattis had a definite litheness in his agility that allowed him to dodge the smaller woman’s blows, and a quick few jabs of his own hit home. Moira bore the brunt of the pain of course, due to her own natural resilience and the defence buffering offered by Amy, but it still hurt. And before she knew it, she started to grow a bit too acclimated to her fighting high. The adrenaline rushing through her felt like it had a mind of its own… and once the faucet had been opened, it was difficult to close again.

She swung another powerful jab aimed at Mattis’ face, but the large man, wearing the innocuously adorable rabbit mask darted to the side, out of Moira’s reach just in time… as Moira’s fist kept swinging. And landed, with a powerful, aching thud against someone else.



Estelle was sent reeling, flying backwards from the force of the beserker’s fist to her face, and skidding along the smooth marble floor until she crashed against an ornately detailed column with a gasp and a cry. She reeled over in pain, holding her face, and didn’t rise up.

Oh. Oh shit.

In that brief moment of hesitation and realisation, Moira stopped. And Mattis’ own fist swung into Moira’s, a more powerfully swung attack that sent the berserker toppling off her own feet and skidding with a crash into one of the far walls. The sudden yank on the magical tether between her and Syed sent him dropping to his feet and skidding backwards as well, dropping his scarf.

Mattis turned to Estelle, with a clearly displeased expression on his face, and shake of his head. He took no please or pride in that. Nothing beyond guilt. But what other options were there?

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Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall, E Sector

"I know you're here!" Trixie called. "I can... uh... I can smell you!"

“Oh god I give up don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me~!” A sorrowful wail erupted from Trixie’s side, followed by overenthusiastic sobbing. The barrels of Trixie’s uzis shot in the direction of the voice, which were surprisingly louder and closer then she thought- so loud and close in fact that she hadn’t noticed she was actually treading upon the voice’s back. “My butt already hurts enough no more please I swear!”

The clatter of high heels landed upon the ground, and Francesca rose with great posture and poise, as slithering tendrils of darkness that emanated out from her shoulders curled down her forearms to her fingertips, and she lashed out into the pink haze that was Trixie’s smoke grenade.

But then…

“You! Harlot!”



Francesca was suddenly rudely grabbed by her arms and thrown to the ground. Before the stunned woman could react, she felt a heavy, pressing pain in her right wrist as Tobias’ heavy boot fell atop it. Looking up, she saw the aristocratic patron look down at her with eyes heavy with anger. “What the hell did you do with my sword?”