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Guten Taaaaag~
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Merry Early-Access Christmas, y'all. The full version will release tomorrow.
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THE WORLD IS YOUR ****ING OYSTER!
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Just Monika.
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So I just played 'Doki Doki Literature Club'... All I can say is: GOD DAMN!
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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste discerning in his choice of ramen. I'm a Canadian student currently living in Germany to do my Masters. I enjoy sports, martial arts, reading, writing, videogames and draw inspiration from all of these for my roleplays.
As for RPs, I like many different topics but only ever join one or two at a time. Any more than that, and I run out of time to write, so my quality really starts to slip. The upside of this is that I almost never drop an RP unless everyone else deserts it. If you see me apply to yours, it probably means I'm in for the long haul.
As for RPs, I like many different topics but only ever join one or two at a time. Any more than that, and I run out of time to write, so my quality really starts to slip. The upside of this is that I almost never drop an RP unless everyone else deserts it. If you see me apply to yours, it probably means I'm in for the long haul.
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Oh this looks interesting. I'd like to join!
10/10
Maid + Panda = insta 10.
Maid + Panda = insta 10.
Well I cant post for a bit, as school just kicked into overdrive. I'm still interested though (alas, I have the character who hasnt done anything of note at all yet).
Ryan had been quietly enjoying the meal, listening in on the conversations as he slowly chewed away on some of the fish and fowl that had been placed close to his end of the table. His opinion was similar to that of his potential colleagues, being that the food was indeed very high quality, and delicious. It was different... He had never seen a place where the employers went to such an extent to make a favorable impression on the employees. When the esteemed Dr. Frank and Colonel Van Pelt entered the room, he immediately set down his food to observe them. The colonel seemed very stiff and proper, fitting for military officer of such a rank, and the vast number of medals covering his chest spoke volumes of his experience. If Ryan had to guess, he would assume that this man would soon be in line for a promotion to a general, provided he did not get stuck in the military's endless bureaucracy for attaining anything higher than a colonel. The fact that he was put in charge of what would seem to be a rather important task force (based on the quality of the facilities on the island), meant that he was most likely held in very high regard.
The doctor on the other hand, seemed much less formal, though that was probably just in contrast to the colonel standing beside him. He had an air of intelligence and wisdom about him, and the news articles and books Ryan had read of him certainly backed this up. The man had certainly had his fair share of time in the limelight, but news sources and articles could be deceiving, not painting a complete picture of the individual, so while they would be a good starting point for trying to learn about him, Ryan knew that his personal observations would definitely bear more weight.
When the two men who had been conversing questioned their treatment, Ryan was torn between remaining quiet, following the 'speak only when spoken to' rule of dealing with military officers, and satisfying his own curiosity. Well he was no longer in the military anyways, so it was not like he would be demoted for speaking out of turn. Still, he decided to phrase his question in a more respectful tone than the young detective.
"I must agree it is unusual to be treated in this fashion by our potential employers, Colonel. I too, am interested in what is going on here."
Ryan spoke in a much more formal tone than he usually did, picking his words with care. He was curious, but also did not want to offend he who would be his boss.
The doctor on the other hand, seemed much less formal, though that was probably just in contrast to the colonel standing beside him. He had an air of intelligence and wisdom about him, and the news articles and books Ryan had read of him certainly backed this up. The man had certainly had his fair share of time in the limelight, but news sources and articles could be deceiving, not painting a complete picture of the individual, so while they would be a good starting point for trying to learn about him, Ryan knew that his personal observations would definitely bear more weight.
When the two men who had been conversing questioned their treatment, Ryan was torn between remaining quiet, following the 'speak only when spoken to' rule of dealing with military officers, and satisfying his own curiosity. Well he was no longer in the military anyways, so it was not like he would be demoted for speaking out of turn. Still, he decided to phrase his question in a more respectful tone than the young detective.
"I must agree it is unusual to be treated in this fashion by our potential employers, Colonel. I too, am interested in what is going on here."
Ryan spoke in a much more formal tone than he usually did, picking his words with care. He was curious, but also did not want to offend he who would be his boss.
Ryan successful managed to murder a few hours of spare time exploring the island. Everything he had seen confirmed his previous hypothesis, as the island did indeed seem to be (or at least mostly be) self sufficient. The greenhouse was well stocked with all sorts of things, and he thought he spotted some water treatment systems in a secluded spot. The number of doors and areas marked 'Private' really interested him, though. What could possibly be behind them...
Moving along before the temptation got the better of him, he continued exploring, eventually coming to the lighthouse. It was a big, old lighthouse, similar in age to that of the mansion, but despite it's age being plainly visible, it had not lost any of it's splendor and was still a beautiful, towering landmark. Taking a seat against it's base, and looking out over the waves, Ryan began to think about what might possibly be to come from this job. No doubt it would be dangerous, of that he was sure. One did not simply hire an Operations Coordinator for civilian work. However, this island, while self sufficient and isolated, did not have anything on it (that he had seen so far) that stuck out so as to mark it as belonging to a paramilitary, or security organization. Everything here seemed... peaceful. The beauty of the island, the welcoming and well furnished mansion, the fact that they rode on a fishing boat rather than a zodiac or patrol boat. Something told him that the peace would not follow them when the time came for them to truly start their jobs, but for now, Ryan say there and enjoyed it, nearly falling asleep under the warmth of the sun, the rhythmic lapping of the waves, and cheerful calls of seagulls.
The only thing that stirred him from his rest was a beeping coming from his alarm. He had forgotten to turn it off, and it usually marked the end of his shifts back during his time at TacNet, but right now it called his attention to the fact that it was approaching dinner time. Getting up from the ground and dusting himself off, he stretched before heading back to the mansion and making his way to the dinner table. A delicious smell was already perforating the area, and he had no doubt that dinner would be excellent.
Walking through the doors, he noticed that a few others had already sat down, and had begun to converse. After nodding politely in greeting, Ryan took a seat, listening in to the conversation since it didn't seem especially private and might be interesting.
Moving along before the temptation got the better of him, he continued exploring, eventually coming to the lighthouse. It was a big, old lighthouse, similar in age to that of the mansion, but despite it's age being plainly visible, it had not lost any of it's splendor and was still a beautiful, towering landmark. Taking a seat against it's base, and looking out over the waves, Ryan began to think about what might possibly be to come from this job. No doubt it would be dangerous, of that he was sure. One did not simply hire an Operations Coordinator for civilian work. However, this island, while self sufficient and isolated, did not have anything on it (that he had seen so far) that stuck out so as to mark it as belonging to a paramilitary, or security organization. Everything here seemed... peaceful. The beauty of the island, the welcoming and well furnished mansion, the fact that they rode on a fishing boat rather than a zodiac or patrol boat. Something told him that the peace would not follow them when the time came for them to truly start their jobs, but for now, Ryan say there and enjoyed it, nearly falling asleep under the warmth of the sun, the rhythmic lapping of the waves, and cheerful calls of seagulls.
The only thing that stirred him from his rest was a beeping coming from his alarm. He had forgotten to turn it off, and it usually marked the end of his shifts back during his time at TacNet, but right now it called his attention to the fact that it was approaching dinner time. Getting up from the ground and dusting himself off, he stretched before heading back to the mansion and making his way to the dinner table. A delicious smell was already perforating the area, and he had no doubt that dinner would be excellent.
Walking through the doors, he noticed that a few others had already sat down, and had begun to converse. After nodding politely in greeting, Ryan took a seat, listening in to the conversation since it didn't seem especially private and might be interesting.
I'll get a post out sometime today, I just have some chores and tests to study for first.
Allegedly.
The boat rocked gently in the waves, as it glided through the surf. Ryan was standing near the bow, holding onto a metal bar as he leaned over the side, observing the island they were approaching. An island. Isolated. Perfect for keeping secret the kind of work this group did. A mansion. Large. Spacious. Enough room to house the members of the team, while providing places to set up equipment, store supplies, and conduct training, without the same amount of attention that a warehouse would attract. Greenhouses. Made sense. An isolated island with a secretive organization probably avoided contact with the outside world. Could grow their own food. Medicinal herbs. Required little energy to maintain. Self sufficient.
Satisfied with his analysis, Ryan stepped down from the side of the boat and walked to the rear, glancing at the group as he went. Older man. Probably Mid 40's. Low chance of recruitment for physical abilities. Most likely knowledge related. Possibly historian or archivist. Seemed nervous. Younger woman. Similar in age to me. Seems perplexed. Contemplation. Exudes air of authority and wisdom. Possibly a supervisor, teacher, counselor or course instructor. Must be of high standing. Younger man. Similar age. Smoker. Smoking is common in high stress occupations. Based on job description and requirements, as well as muscular build, possibly military or similar field.
As he arrived at the rear, he reached down and picked up the rucksack he had dropped there, before slinging it over his shoulders and staring out over the water behind the boat. They would arrive soon, and he'd best be ready. He thought back to how he had tried to predict exactly what would be needed here, so as to maximize his packing efficiency, to no avail. There was simply too much he did not know about this place, and as such he simply brought his usual traveling gear, as well as the equipment (minus the firearm) he carried with him while on duty at his security firm. He assumed that would be a close enough estimate to cover most situations.
When the boat docked, he was one of the last to get off, though he wasted no time following their guide. As he walked, he could not help but admire the architecture of the building, and the beauty of the scenery on the island. Despite his attempts, what made something beautiful to him had yet to be successfully analyzed. When they walked through the doors into the mansion he noted the renovations, realizing that the costs to perform such construction, particularly on an island, must have been exorbitant. This organization must have a significant amount of funds at their disposal.
When their guide ordered them not to enter the rooms marked 'private' Ryan immediately repeated this in his head several times so as to never forget while he was here. This was too good of an opportunity for him. He did not wish to ruin it due to a slip of the mind (He also did not like how they used the word 'Terminated'). Once they were dismissed, he quickly set about locating his room and depositing his belongings there. After organizing his possessions, setting out some writing materials and books on the desk, and making sure that the gear he currently had with him was still where he expected it to be, Ryan decided to leave and wander about the grounds. It would be beneficial to get to know the layout of the mansion and the location of the islands facilities as quickly as possible.
Satisfied with his analysis, Ryan stepped down from the side of the boat and walked to the rear, glancing at the group as he went. Older man. Probably Mid 40's. Low chance of recruitment for physical abilities. Most likely knowledge related. Possibly historian or archivist. Seemed nervous. Younger woman. Similar in age to me. Seems perplexed. Contemplation. Exudes air of authority and wisdom. Possibly a supervisor, teacher, counselor or course instructor. Must be of high standing. Younger man. Similar age. Smoker. Smoking is common in high stress occupations. Based on job description and requirements, as well as muscular build, possibly military or similar field.
As he arrived at the rear, he reached down and picked up the rucksack he had dropped there, before slinging it over his shoulders and staring out over the water behind the boat. They would arrive soon, and he'd best be ready. He thought back to how he had tried to predict exactly what would be needed here, so as to maximize his packing efficiency, to no avail. There was simply too much he did not know about this place, and as such he simply brought his usual traveling gear, as well as the equipment (minus the firearm) he carried with him while on duty at his security firm. He assumed that would be a close enough estimate to cover most situations.
When the boat docked, he was one of the last to get off, though he wasted no time following their guide. As he walked, he could not help but admire the architecture of the building, and the beauty of the scenery on the island. Despite his attempts, what made something beautiful to him had yet to be successfully analyzed. When they walked through the doors into the mansion he noted the renovations, realizing that the costs to perform such construction, particularly on an island, must have been exorbitant. This organization must have a significant amount of funds at their disposal.
When their guide ordered them not to enter the rooms marked 'private' Ryan immediately repeated this in his head several times so as to never forget while he was here. This was too good of an opportunity for him. He did not wish to ruin it due to a slip of the mind (He also did not like how they used the word 'Terminated'). Once they were dismissed, he quickly set about locating his room and depositing his belongings there. After organizing his possessions, setting out some writing materials and books on the desk, and making sure that the gear he currently had with him was still where he expected it to be, Ryan decided to leave and wander about the grounds. It would be beneficial to get to know the layout of the mansion and the location of the islands facilities as quickly as possible.
Shit, forgot to subscribe this. Didn't even realize it started. You don't mind if I jump in right now, do you?
I have been trying to get the GM (an IRL friend of mine) to start it, but he has seemed to have hit a bit of a busy patch.
Rest assured, the chances of it happening are almost certain, he just needs a bit of time (and much more prodding from me) to get things sorted out, and the OC up.
Rest assured, the chances of it happening are almost certain, he just needs a bit of time (and much more prodding from me) to get things sorted out, and the OC up.
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