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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Whelp, looks like I am effectively out of the fight? Ah well. I'll post a reaction to that and update my sheet ASAP.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Krista Reynolds

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Krista watched with satisfaction as her shot hit true, wiping out the squad of CWM in a ball of light. She pumped her fist in excitement of her first kill. Her first real kill on an enemy unit. The mini-Mists didn't feel like they counted. Thus, she was distracted and barely had time to register the destruction of the crystal before the shards impacted the Hou-Yi. Crying out in surprise, she felt the loco-motors in the turret jam as the Hou-Yi was knocked for a loop. It took her longer than she liked to stabilize herself, still unused to space flight. Some slow swings of her cannon confirmed what the diagnostics were telling her: the turret could not turn to cover an area from about seven to ten o'clock.

"What was that?" Looking back she quickly spotted her allies. The Paladin was visibly wounded, looking almost like a voodoo doll with all the shards sticking out of it. The sight of the heaviest unit in the squad so wounded shook her, and her eyes darted around the battlefield until she spotted the source of the damage. She could only wonder what her Frame looked like from the outside.

However the newly armed mini-mist caught her focus. Her new orders told her to do what she planned on doing. "This is Hou-Yi, roger that. My turret's rotation is compromised but my cannon's still good to fire." She'd trained in simulations as what to do in case her turret's traverse was compromised; that is use the Frame's entire maneuvering system to swing her around to bear on the mini-mist. What the simulations hadn't accounted for was the ominous creaking that came from her Frame, the Hou-Yi sounding like a wounded animal. Still, she got no more mechanical complaints as she brought her gun to bear. She could see the cloud of crystal shards orbiting the target, the alien entity neatly lining up into her sights. "I have the target in my sight. Firing." Her gun finished charging, and after taking the extra moment to line up the shot the best she could, she fired upon the target. The shot streaked through the void, so fast it only registered as a streak of light on her view.

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- Firing upon the mini-Mist

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Sorta interested still

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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"Oh come on..." Margot had to rush to change out her damaged cape and to clean her sword before the blood dried, and now was kept in 'the green room', waiting for her foe, Walter Duncan to show up. The other fights had already started, and Andre had made apologies about how Walter was on his way. Now she watched on a the tournament's feed as Walter gave an interview to a reporter.

"Mr. Duncan, have you seen the footage from your opponent's last fight? Aren't you worried?"

The giant of a man bellowed out a laugh. "Not at all Bill, not at all. It's going to take more than speed and some sharp sticks to take me down."

Margot turned around as she heard a laugh from beyond the door. "Oh you're kidding me."

"She's got one gimmick, her speed. Can't even grapple as far as I can tell. Just watch, I'll be done in under a minute."

"Really? That's how long you can last? I'd expect more endurance from you." Duncan turned around as Margot stepped out of the green room.

"Ah, Margot, we were going to talk to you next. What do you think of of your opponent?" Margot balked a little as a microphone was shoved in her face.

"I think he's been keeping me waiting far too long. Now, are you going to keep flapping that sorry excuse for a moustache or are you going to head to the ring?" She walked past them towards the ring, only stopping to add, "By the way, it's 'Renard Bleu' to you."

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"GERMAN SUPLEX!" That was about five minutes ago. Right now Margot was getting very well aquianted with the ground. Her sheathed sword fell out of her grip, coming to a rest a few feet away.

"Oh god how is he so sweaty already?" She rolled out of the way to avoid a stomp from his educated feet, picking up her sword and standing up unsteadily. "Alright," she held her sword up at him, "You're giving me more trouble than I thought."

Walter panted as well, his body covered in bruises, his right knee in particular feeling stiff. "I gotta admit, you're a pain in the ass." Margot smirked at that, and was about to quip back when the stadium shook from an explosion. "What the crap was that?"

They both looked up in time to dodge a chunk of concrete that buckled the stage, sending them both flying off at the same time. They landed on their feet next to each other. "Looks like the tournament's on hold"

They both looked around at the landing robots, gunfire erupting around them. "Goddamnit, what the hell do they think they're doing?" He flipped over the water station table, the two barely ducking behind it to avoid a spray of bullets.

Margot unsheathed her blades, pointing back to the locker rooms. "Let's head back that way, we're sitting ducks here."

Duncan nodded and got ready to spring. "Okay, on three. One. Two. Three!" They both dashed towards the door, a spray of bullets A few robots landed in front of them to try and stop them, but between the mountain of a man and her quick cuts, they were no obstacle. They were almost scott free when a lucky ricochet hit Duncan in the calf. He howled as he fell to the ground, skidding through the doors which Margot closed behind them. He clutched his leg and hissed. "Crap, bastard got me." He crawled to the wall and sat against it. He tried to stand up, but his attempt was cut short as soon as he put weight on it. Lifting his hands off the wound, he grimaced. "I've survived worse, but I can't walk like this."

"That bullet shouldn't have done so much damage to a Nomad. Looks it was made of that anti-ki alloy." She touched her stomach without thinking. "Let's get you patched up." She stood up and looked around, checking around the corner before helping Duncan into the lockers. Then she helped dress his wound."Looks like it's relatively quiet here. I can try and find help, and hopefully other survivors. I'll send help when I can."

Duncan was quiet for a moment, mulling it over. "Fine, but don't go dying on me. You still owe me a proper match"

"Wouldn't dream of it." She smirked. "Let's focus on getting out alive before we talk about rematches." She stepped to the door and turned back. "Good luck." Before he could respond, she was already heading down the hallway, trying to find a safe way through, and hopefully more survivors.

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"Oh come on..." Margot had to rush to change out her damaged cape and to clean her sword before the blood dried, and now was kept in 'the green room', waiting for her foe, Walter Duncan to show up. The other fights had already started, and Andre had made apologies about how Walter was on his way. Now she watched on a the tournament's feed as Walter gave an interview to a reporter.

"Mr. Duncan, have you seen the footage from your opponent's last fight? Aren't you worried?"

The giant of a man bellowed out a laugh. "Not at all Bill, not at all. It's going to take more than speed and some sharp sticks to take me down."

Margot turned around as she heard a laugh from beyond the door. "Oh you're kidding me."

"She's got one gimmick, her speed. Can't even grapple as far as I can tell. Just watch, I'll be done in under a minute."

"Really? That's how long you can last? I'd expect more endurance from you." Duncan turned around as Margot stepped out of the green room.

"Ah, Margot, we were going to talk to you next. What do you think of of your opponent?" Margot balked a little as a microphone was shoved in her face.

"I think he's been keeping me waiting far too long. Now, are you going to keep flapping that sorry excuse for a moustache or are you going to head to the ring?" She walked past them towards the ring, only stopping to add, "By the way, it's 'Renard Bleu' to you."

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"GERMAN SUPLEX!" That was about five minutes ago. Right now Margot was getting very well aquianted with the ground. Her sheathed sword fell out of her grip, coming to a rest a few feet away.

"Oh god how is he so sweaty already?" She rolled out of the way to avoid a stomp from his educated feet, picking up her sword and standing up unsteadily. "Alright," she held her sword up at him, "You're giving me more trouble than I thought."

Walter panted as well, his body covered in bruises, his right knee in particular feeling stiff. "I gotta admit, you're a pain in the ass." Margot smirked at that, and was about to quip back when the stadium shook from an explosion. "What the crap was that?"

They both looked up in time to dodge a chunk of concrete that buckled the stage, sending them both flying off at the same time. They landed on their feet next to each other. "Looks like the tournament's on hold"

They both looked around at the landing robots, gunfire erupting around them. "Goddamnit, what the hell do they think they're doing?" He flipped over the water station table, the two barely ducking behind it to avoid a spray of bullets.

Margot unsheathed her blades, pointing back to the locker rooms. "Let's head back that way, we're sitting ducks here."

Duncan nodded and got ready to spring. "Okay, on three. One. Two. Three!" They both dashed towards the door, a spray of bullets A few robots landed in front of them to try and stop them, but between the mountain of a man and her quick cuts, they were no obstacle. They were almost scott free when a lucky ricochet hit Duncan in the calf. He howled as he fell to the ground, skidding through the doors which Margot closed behind them. He clutched his leg and hissed. "Crap, bastard got me." He crawled to the wall and sat against it. He tried to stand up, but his attempt was cut short as soon as he put weight on it. Lifting his hands off the wound, he grimaced. "I've survived worse, but I can't walk like this."

"That bullet shouldn't have done so much damage to a Nomad. Looks it was made of that anti-ki alloy." She touched her stomach without thinking. "Let's get you patched up." She stood up and looked around, checking around the corner before helping Duncan into the lockers. Then she helped dress his wound."Looks like it's relatively quiet here. I can try and find help, and hopefully other survivors. I'll send help when I can."

Duncan was quiet for a moment, mulling it over. "Fine, but don't go dying on me. You still owe me a proper match"

"Wouldn't dream of it." She smirked. "Let's focus on getting out alive before we talk about rematches." She stepped to the door and turned back. "Good luck." Before he could respond, she was already heading down the hallway, trying to find a safe way through, and hopefully more survivors.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Sorry for the slowdown on my end, have been packing up over here.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

@Jasonhero Sorry I didnt realize you were waiting on me? I'm ready for you to post.

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Alas, this RP is dead?

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@lavulman

I've read Jill's sheet and I am digging the theme you have going. I like how you managed to make her moveset seem like something out of rodeo or cattledrive with her motorcylce and whip. The idea of a superhero family is amusing, and the overal flair is amusing.

My main issue with the sheet is related to how the information is formatted. I understand having the character have different moves be available in different forms; I used a similar mechanic with Otsana. There is nothing wrong with having a resource system either. However the information about both the Forms and Resource Costs, I feel, is poorly organized. For example, I needed to ask Savo what you meant by "TB" and "BB", which I undersand to be Trailblazer and Beautiful Blaze. Once I understood that my understanding of your movelist became much clearer. A short glossary of terms would help.

My suggestion is largely organizational. The attacks can be split up into three categories: On Foot, On Motorcyle, and Both. It also seems that the type of EXACT energy, Ex-Cells vs Ex-Seeds (Love the puns BTW), are directly tied to if the attack is used in TB or BB form. If that is the case, then you could just state that a particular attack requrires X 'charges' of the relevant resource. I also noticed that you didn't mention a max level of charages for each resource in the fighting style description.

My other suggestion is to obfuscate certain aspects for simplicity. For the Ex-Cells and Ex-Seeds, the only major difference between the two I could see is how quickly they charge and their elemental associations. Since they are both derived from Jill's Ki, consider combining the two on a mechanical level, as in just keep track of the total number of charges between the two systems unless you want the suit and bike to have seperate power sources. You could still choose fire or electricity with each attack.

In conclusion, I do like the high concept of the character. However I feel that the relatively straightforward ideas are muddled by confusing formatting of the data. At the very least, my 1:30 am self had difficulty following all the information.