Renny

Gundam Build Fighters Maximum - IC and OOC

Power is one thing but The Vermillion's weapons is the real problem. Weapons like those should be reserved for the near-end of the RP.

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Sable just doesn't care about the guy. That's his excuse lol.

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Now I'm wondering the same thing lol. As Co-Gm for however temporary I may be, I must battle against the forever Op'ness in the minds of my fellow Rpers lol.

EDIT: I just noticed I'm no longer CO-Gm. Disregard that lol.

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Blah and I'm finally up.

Gundam Build Fighters Maximum - IC and OOC

Darn, I really should read the SU's more.

@AristoThanks for bringing this to attention ^^

But yea, I'm agreeing with them. You shouldn't start off with such a OP suit. Not to mention you have like two systems that you can stack on top of one another. Its sorta like a double whammy for a no whammy situation. If that makes any sense.

Gundam Build Fighters Maximum - IC and OOC

Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR

T H E O P T I M I S T
"You're depressing," Thomas muttered as he laid across the arms of a chair pulled out from the table, his legs swinging as he craned his neck towards Gary. "Everything has some ultimate downside for you. That has to be a very sad way of living."

Just as he did so often--even when things were lively--he turned a pondering gaze towards the Unicorn Gunpla standing on the table. Its blue shoulder guard and horn had been repainted to a practiced perfection, his build coated to realistic gleam. Every since that battle and the training they've been going through, he'd started thinking that perhaps Brave Passion wasn't as perfect as he believed. He was quick and agile from never relying on ranged weapons but now he was seeing it as a major disadvantage. Especially against opponent's like Miss. Lindermann.

With a sigh and a heave, he fixed his position in the chair and scooted his chair up, pushing back Brave Passion with careful hand. He laid his chin on the table and stared at his sister's masterpiece. "We'll get better, Brave. We'll get better."

Then his mind strayed to the usual addiction, he raised his voice so that the others could hear him in the Club Room. "Who's up for some training? I'm really in the mood for some epic Gunpla Battling." His arms stretched up high as he twisted his arms and wound them around one another.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

I M P O R T A N T

His ear twitched instinctively at the struggled noise of whatever creature, man, or beast was fumbling around in the crypt. Just what it was he did not know? but he repeatedly reminded himself that it was in his best interests not to be nosy either. Still struggling with his own identity, he did not believe it smart to expose himself to others. Especially the raving abominations that dotted the world.

But then a foreign but very fond thought spoke to him. I should help them.

With a shake of his head he rebuked the idea of being a martyr and banged a clenched fist against his iron helm, which reverberated with a echo in his ears. No. Live and walk, live and continue on. That is our goal and that is life now. I have to regain what I lost.

Even still, the voices swayed down the hollow crypt and touched his ears. A young lad spoke of books and his tone was innocent if nothing else, another sounded angered. It reminded him of that delirious shell of a man he slayed on his way there, although this one spoke with more sense. Was the kid in trouble? He felt his grip tighten on the hilt of his sword as it shivered with a slight draw. He slammed it back shut just as quickly.

No! he yelled at himself, hands trembling on the hilt. I can not die here! not after surviving for this long. I will not waste a life saved.

But in the midst of that angered retort, a calm voice spoke. If it were you...

His dark eyes shot up from their clenched form, a sorta peace in them as he realized the rest of the sentence. If it were me, I would want someone to come to my rescue.

***

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S A B L E

Just as he was leaving, Gwen stepped in front of them. He turned his face from her, the frown on it had tightened the muscles in his jaw. She had been ease dropping on them. He thought he had smelled her when he walked in. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he adjusted the straps of the cloth carrying the baby exceed with a small leap. He flared his nose in defiance of her question.

"Don't worry about it. Just know I'm leaving."

In his frustration with Gwen and his thoughts on the Guild's betrayal, he didn't noticed Master Li's scent or his appearance nearby. As he caught sight of the forever-youthful Guildmaster, Sable felt his heart tear once more, for Man Li had his utmost respect and admiration. And yet...yet-

He bit the bottom of his lip, drawing blood from it as Master Li spoke. In the midst of his thoughts, he could have sworn he heard riddle. He was never good at puzzles so he tossed it in his mental trash can and instead skipped to the part about him leaving. So Master Li had been keen on his mood change. He always was paternal in that way. A man who could see the change in his children like a hawk could a fresh kill.

Sable let his gaze fall from the man as he nodded slowly in agreement. He would not argue with the Master but he also refused to stay in a guild that would betray him. He would solve this mission and when he came back, he would leave Vyper Bolt behind him. Cringle too. It was time he stopped dreaming of her, of the girl that once save him from his dark past. Keeping his eyes from the Master, Sable slowly started to walk by the man, not a word from his lips, only a grimace as he walked out the doors.

I'm sure Gwen or Cyn can figure out that riddle and get the mission.

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Should I start using colors more often in my posts, to make dialogue easier to read? I had been reserving color for magic and attacks, to add epicness, but constantly using bold rather than color is starting to bother me. What do you guys think?

@j8cob

I think so to. Do what you like, it shouldn't bother anyone.

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S A B L E

He appreciated the comfort, truly he did. If not for her, he would had truly thought he was alone in this, so he smiled shortly in response to her words. Then he pulled his hand from hers and answered her question in a deadpan tone. "For awhile, pack for a long journey. And don't think its going to be sunshine and fucking rainbows. I plan on training while gone."

A warning for her and at the same time himself. He would not allow himself to get close to anyone else, not for awhile. Before the vision he wouldn't had mind having someone like her by his side, she would have been a fine arm-piece but now... now she was just another potential enemy. He let out a breath as he fought with the decision to tell her he was leaving, just because she wasn't in his vision didn't mean she wasn't there.

He rubbed his hand with rough touch before looking back at the exceed cradled on his back. That little guy or gal was probably the one being in the world he could trust wholly and without caution.