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6 mos ago
Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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7 mos ago
swish
9 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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9 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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12 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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Rhodes Island Elite Operators: each, individually, able to handle almost any number of poorly trained rabble, or conversely hold off someone on the level of a champion of the Kazimierz Major. With that much combat potential in any singular individual, the usual approach of building a conventional squad underneath an Elite Operator as a captain is fully understandable, allowing forces to cover as much ground as possible.

But sometimes, incidents far away from the landship itself might call for a more forceful reaction than a single squad can provide, no matter the operator skill. What then? Sending multiple already-assembled groups could be perceived as too aggressive and tie up far too many forces. Pulling elite operators from their squads and sending them alone would severely deplete the combat effectiveness for the duration of the mission. Fortunately, not all operators have leadership skills to match their combat ability or an inclination towards taking charge, or a desire to get out that a landship, no matter how big, can't provide.

And that is where E.R.R.A.N.T. comes in: an assembly of elite operators tasked with dangerous missions in remote locales, and a way to keep what might be an otherwise troublesome bunch happy. It's not like anything might happen that would call for them to be all home, is it?




So, there's the premise: a single squad entirely of elite operators, taking long-term remote or difficult tasks, where either a lot of force is needed or self-sufficiency.

There are a few other departures from canon in place: canonically-extinct subraces and races aren't, so everything is on the table (rather than being restricted to, for instance, one guy who's going to pick a fight with Nearl then wander off into the tundra). Timeline-wise, this takes place before the game starts (but after Rhodes Island forms)--so no Chernobog Incident, although if it ever gets to that, obviously things will change.

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Also known as "I suck at names" and I'm considering if there's any interest first before committing to that torture (and going back to doing Integrated Strategies).

One of four basic premises, although all share one thing in common: this is not canon, so some things that would otherwise be fixed (like the state of Victoria, or what Reunion's done) are all subject to change as convenient for me/player backgrounds:
1) PMC. Everyone likes being mercs, right?
2) Catastrophe Messengers/Contingency Contract (not all that different to the above, necessarily, but a far more humanitarian bent to it)
3) An AU Rhodes Island squad, very much of the "we lost contact with people, you go and fix it" type. i.e., "what if they would just commit a small group of elite operators to something rather than one elite op + a squad".
4) Some nominally civilian company that's supposed to be doing something harmless, but keeps getting pulled into violence. Kind of like Penguin Logistics, but without the unkillable rapper penguin.

Or, as should be obvious, four variations on "go places, shit happens".
"Not all that much, but it's better than nothing," Tyaethe admitted, shrugging. It wasn't as if her kind were the only things with large tails or that much of a size advantage on her, or even both. There were finite ways that a body could move without getting magical contortion involved. "I can't say that I'm much of a dragon, either, but I'll do my best to be appropriately aggressive~"
Uh, short posts. I'm not a big collab fan, nor do I particularly enjoy writing long drawn-out melee sequences. xD
Might have an idea
Akari, too, stared. Entirely fictional? If something was entirely fictional, it couldn't take people away. If something entirely fictional was now taking things away, then it obviously wasn't entirely fictional. It didn't particularly matter if it was something being a copycat of this supposedly fictional person or what was going on, the oni just... didn't think it was possible to have a definition of fiction that extended to going around taking children.

Although, she didn't really want to argue with Tomoko about what was fictional and whether random bits of net lore counted as fiction anyway, so the small girl just frowned. "Bait? Like... sake? Sake is good bait..."

Especially for oni, but it also worked reasonably well on a lot of other things. Who could resist a free drink?
Just got internet back for the first time since Friday. I will hopefully be back on this shorty.


No internet is the worst D:
@FlappyTheSpybot Busy? xD
"Oh, that's right..." Akari mumbled, thinking about it. She could hit a ghost. It was kind of a useless ability to have unless there were ghosts around, as far as she knew what to do with it, so it was the sort of thing that so easily slipped her mind... especially when she could only do it because of a scary story!

As much as she didn't want to go outside--for a whole variety of reasons today, from the fact they were going out to a playground to get a ghost to show up to the part where it was wet to the threat of being a potential abductee if something went horribly wrong--there was little resistance on the oni's part. She didn't even have to grab her own umbrella, she just made sure to bring another drink along. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to prove her (fake) age to some concerned citizen or the police, and maybe it'd put off... whatever was doing this.

She might have overreacted to the ghost's appearance. Just a little. The smouldering, phantasmal arm held threateningly in case the horrifying corpse came anywhere near her was a bit more aggressive than was needed when the spirit stopped being spooky, and she sheepishly let it fizzle out, with nothing to particularly offer in terms of 'what might be behind this'.

The oni looked at the bottle in her hand, then her clothing, when Shina suggested... playing around. "My clothes would get wet. And I'd probably break something..."

Or they'd get caught, that was another one. A kimono was hardly playground attire.
If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball dragon!
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