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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Alright, post is up. I sure hope he seems as awkward and terrified as I hoped, rather than just like a jerk.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@PrinceAlexus @SgtEasy @RoccanIronclad

"Bah!" Joseph half shouted half gasped as he was knocked to the side by a rather large man in a suit. While kind of annoyed about it, he was honestly more just glad that he had only been pushed out of the way. He'd noticed that the guy seemed to be glaring at him for a little while now, even if he had been trying to hide it. He'd half expected to just be sucker punched or something.

Then again, maye the only reason that didn't happen was the fact that the guys friends were clearly having a hard time not pissing themselves over his costume, so hey, that was nice!

It didn't stop him from nearly jumping out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder, a whisper-shouted "Jesus!" involuntarily emerging from his throat before he managed to spin around to face whoever had done it.

When he saw who it was however, he calmed down exponentially.

"Oh thank Christ, its Snowgirl..." He said, bringing a hand up to his chest as he leant against the stall and tried to remember how breathing worked. "I thought you were that guy in the suit coming to beat the crap out of me. Or, you know, one of the assassins finally coming to get me..."

After a few moments, he managed to stand by himself again, and realise why she was saying.

He also noticed the man accompanying her, who he was pretty hre he recognised as the guy who carried her sister out of Swansong.

"Well, as long as some fat Cuban man doesn't start telling me I'm subhuman garbage while slaughtering his own point for me, I won't have to give it a proper burial. No need to thank me though, anyone else would've done the same."

He actually blushed slightly when she called him a knight in shining armour though. He gave her a coat! He didn't deserve praise of that level! He was beginning to feel a little shy from it, which left him with only one option.

Awkward attempts at humour.

May god help him...

"Actually, Snowgirl, this is cardboard." He said. "I don't even want to think about how difficult it would be to find the materials for shiny armour. I had to use ancient pidgeon wizardry and various other forms of homeless magic just to find the boxes and duct tape I needed for this one, which was difficult enough considering I'm totally not homeless!"

He turned to Milo, still a little nervous. However, he thought he might've gotten over it.

"Hi, I'm Joseph. You're the guy who got her sister out of the bar, right? I'd say you look like you'd fit the 'knight' bill more than I would!"

Nope, nevermind, he was freaking the hell out.

Keep it inside, you stupid awesome wanderer! Don't let it show on your face! Say something funny and distract them!

"So, judging from your build and the marks on your hands, I'm gonna guess you're an accountant?"

NOOOO! What the hell are you doing?! Let me tell you now, that didn't sound funnier in here!

Feeling a particularly awkward smile appear on his face, he sighed.

"Alright, I'm just gonna stop with the crappy jokes now." He said, shaking his head. "I'm just a little nervous, because I'm not really very good at being the center of attention, something my awesome suit seems to have placed me in. The only real reason I even made the damn thing was so people might forget to judge when I raided the free food. So far, I'm pretty sure it's working, but I think I migh actually have preferred the alternative. Turns out being the suavest, most well-dressed guy in the area is kind of a curse. Who knew?"

He shrugged, before reaching for another piece of free food from the stall.

"But yeah, full serious, I'm gonna guess either really muscly baker or some kind of metal worker, right?"

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Alright, here's my app. Tell me if I need to change anything.

Nick

Full Name: Nick

Nicknames/Aliases: The Anthropomorphic Hurricane (self-given), The Fool of the Desert, The Idiot with the Swords.

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Gift: Mental Weapon Summoning/Levitation
Whenever Nick touches a weapon, he stores it in a 'vault' within his mind. He can then summon a copy of that weapon and move it with his mind. He can currently summon a total of six weapons at a time before it causes large-scale internal damage though, and even summoning a single weapon causes a certain level of strain to his brain. This strain grows for things with lots of moving parts like firearms, to the point where he can only summon two rifle-level guns at one time without his brain exploding. Finally, while difficult to accomplish, if one of his weapons should break properly, it has a similar effect to a flashbang going off directly in front of his eyes.

Loyalty: Just another dumb Ashlander.

Description:
Nick is tall and somewhat muscular, with short, messy black hair and a smile that all to often gets mistaken for a smirk.

Personality:
In a word, Nick is friendly. Like, stupidly friendly. He is the kind of person who will try to start a conversation and help people whenever he can, whether he's in a town centre full of friends or a secluded tavern filled with generic baddies. His judge of character is almost famous for how terrible it is, something that can be clearly seen during interaction with some of the less savoury members of society.

It definitely takes a lot to make him legitimately annoyed. Should you actually manage to get him angry, however, his entire demeanour will change. He will grow cold, calculated, and quiet, and fight with an almost mechanical efficiency. Get him beyond that point, and he will tear through any opposition to reach you.

In the end though, he's very naive, hoping for the best of people even when its clear that someone is beyond saving. He believes that almost anyone can be redeemed, sometimes acting rather desperately to prove that belief is correct. Perhaps it has something to do with his past, of which he speaks so little...

Skills:
He is quite skilled with multiple forms of weaponry, spending a good chunk of his time practicing with the ones he summons.

He can be surprisingly clever and efficient when making plans, and he's even better at improvising when said plans fail horribly! The improvisation may not always include smart actions, but it usually works out...

He's not a bad cook, at least according to him. This rarely comes up though, so whatever.

Weaknesses:

He can be kind of an idiot, especially during the heat of the moment. He is also an incredibly bad judge of character.

He has a weird sense of humour, with many of his jokes just not landing, and its not uncommon for people to think he's insane from some of the worse ones.

His weapon summoning can take a lot out of him, depending on the intricacy of the weapon being summoned. Specifically, a large number of moving parts within a weapon will make it take a decent amount of energy to summon.

His smile sometimes makes it look like he's trying to pick a fight.

Brief History:
Not a lot is actually known about Nicks past. He simply appeared in a random town a couple of months ago, entering the tavern and asking the nearest person if there was anything he could do to help them, while simultaneously asking why no one was answering him when he tried to talk to them.

Two days later, he could be seen in the outskirts of the town, surrounded by the small gang of bandits led by the man he'd approached in said tavern. No one knows exactly what happened in those two days, and the only clues to what it might have been was the cold glare on Nicks face. Finally, after what felt like hours but was really just minutes, Nick made his move, showing himself as the true badass he was. He summoned a zweihander and threw it at the man.

And then sprinted past him when he dodged it, terror clear on his face.

As Nick dashed back into the wasteland, the leader of the bandits took his gang and gave chase, shouting about how he would teach him how they deal with people who pull stunts like his. Screams, shouts and gunfire rang could be heard all the way back in town for the entire day, many of them clearly Nicks from the voice, and only stopping after three or four hours.

When they finally did stop, a group of lawmen travelled to the sight to investigate. Instead of the single, obliterated corpse they expected to find, they were surprised to see a majority of the gang, all unconscious but still alive, tied up and left lying on the ground. Scratched into the dirt next to them was a short message apologising for the noise and a crudely drawn picture of Nicks smiling face.

And so began the tale of the Fool of the Desert.

Other:
I mean, I'm sure anyone whose seen the show I'm referencing will realise who Nick is based on, just by the personality, but I added a nice new stupid nickname just in case. It's also his favourite character, hence why he gave that nickname to himself.

Closed

Ok, so where do people want me to go? I've been trying to catch back up but I've gotten kind of lost and left behind due to stupid real life stuff.

Slice of Life?

So, this is still happening, right? I don't know if 1x1 RPs take longer to set up or not, but I just wanted to make sure because I'm still excited about this.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@SgtEasy
Oh, thanks! I was fine with having him just looking brave while crapping himself internally, but having him look as scared as normal helps too.

As for the perfect posse, I don't know how much they did before I entered, but when I did they completely ruined a lovely jazz night my wanderer had stumbled into, not to mention having their slaveboy drug Marinalia. That along with the fact that, well, they're just kind of dicks, acting like everyone else is retarded just because they're richer than god.

That being said, I'm kind of invested in seeing Sasha become an actual, tolerable human being after seeing some of his dialogue. Hell, maybe even downright likable, although accomplishing that would take a lot of work...

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Oho! I know who I'd want to be here... Donnel from fire emblem awakening, having been reclassed as hero about 5 times. He shall be unstoppable!

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Ok, first post finally up! I sure hope its good, because I somehow managed to lose the boarding pass for my flight while writing it!

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

@bobert778 @lavulman

Sage was lost.

He had been flying around for a little while with Tarfal, just trying to look out for anything he could help with. Unfortunately, it didn't appear that he would be finding much, having seen little other than forest and fields. Sure, maybe if they went a little higher, he would be able to see more, but Tarfal still wasn't amazing at flying for extended periods of time, so being too high could leave them in a less than stellar position should he get too tired.

Which was exactly what happened next.

"Tarfal, are you alright?" He called over the wind, getting a short, low grunt in response. "Alright bud, lets set down by that river."

As he spoke, he pointed to a large river, further along which he thought he could see a town of some kind. It was far though, and seemed like it might take a while to walk to. Still, he frowned and shook his head when Targal tilted his head to look back at him, letting out a short snort.

"No, you need to rest." He chastised the wyvern. "You've been flying for nearly a full day. I'll be fine on foot. I promise."

Still, the wyvern kept looking back at him, wings continuing to beat, and Sage sighed.

"Alright, well if you land here and rest, I'll bring you back some pork, assuming they have it at the butcher."

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he immediately felt Tarfal angle himself into a glide to the ground.

"Yeah, alright, glad to see I can still bribe you when you're being stubborn!" He said as they made it to the ground.

Naturally, that comment apparently lost him the right to get off Tarfals back on his own, the teenage wyvern instead tilting his back until Sage just fell off, landing flat on his back. Still, it wasn't anything the young man hasn't expected, and while he failed to land on his feet, he managed to manoeuvre himself so he wasn't winded.

Mostly.

Grumbling, he stood back up and looked along the river. He figured the walk might only be a few hours, now that he was looking at it from the ground. With a nod, he turned back to Tarfal.

"Alright, I might be a day or so, so keep a lookout. If you see people and I'm not with them, you know the drill."

He began to walk away, before turning back to face the wyvern.

"And please, for the spirits sakes, don't eat any livestock this time! We don't have much money left for our own food, let alone to replace someone else's!"

And with that, he began his walk to the town properly.



Sage was lost.

He's finally made it to the town, but it was different than others. It was... big.

Most of the other settlements he'd been to had been decent sized villages, but it wasn't often that he'd visit a proper town. There was so much to explore, and so many corners to turn. He'd even lost the river at some point, constantly getting turned around and redirected by the many buildings.

Eventually, he found himself in a marketplace of some form, which he supposed was good. Honestly, he'd probably have preferred an inn, but you could always find a few colourful characters in marketplaces too. He might even be able to buy the pork for Tarfal here, if they turned out to have some.

And if he could figure out where the butchers were.

Looking around, he failed to see any signs that indicated where the butcher was. What he did see, however, was a pair of women walking through the marketplace. One of them, probably some kind of melee fighter from her appearance, seemed to be quite knowledgable at travelling through the markets, so that was the directions down.

The other one though... She caught his eye for a different reason. The way she cared herself, her equipment and clothing, it all told him that she was most likely a mage of some kind, although he had never seen attire quite like hers. There was something else though, something which interested him even more. He watched carefully how she brought her staff down to the ground while walking. There must have been a reason she seemed to do it just that little bit harder than necessary...

Closing his eyes, he reached out to any nearby spirits, most of which lived in the earth beneath the streets. While they were currently too weak to do anything physical, they did tell him what they felt.

Vibrations, beneath the earth! Two of particular note were the staff tapping the ground, and those of something far greater, burrowing beneath the streets and following the tapping.

As he opened his eyes, Sage grinned, and walked up to the pair.

"Um, excuse me?" He called out. "I think I'm a little lost. I'm looking for a butcher, and you seem to know your way around."

He then looked to the mage girl directly, smiling in a way he hoped didn't look annoying.

"I'm also looking for talented mages, preferably ones with familiars. Would you be annoyed if I walked with you?"

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@SgtEasy
Well, I'm pretty sure I have to mention our interaction, considering you puhed Joseph out of the way. I will also mention though that you said Joseph didn't look afraid, and the truth could not be more to the contrary. Even if he doesn't look scared, there are in fact very few moments when he's not.