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Yoooooooooooooooooo Cardcaptor Sakura is lit
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If you make the mistake to judge a man by his race you go through life with egg on your face.
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Marco was sitting in the bar, trying to relax and failing. Part of it was that there was a couple arguing behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and a woman was crying. He didn't consider himself much of a hero, but his father had always taught him that if a man was hurting a woman, he needed to step in.

"Oi, mate. Hold up, what's going on here?" Marco asked, putting himself between Lucca and Anya. It looked like things were going to come to blows, and he didn't want that. "Listen, if you have her clothes, give them back. Did he take your mo-" It was then that his phone vibrated. He took it out, reading Collin's text. It just so happened that both Lucca and Anya could easily read it if they felt so inclined. He swore under his breath. He didn't have time to deal with this.

"Hey, hey, you." Marco said, tapping the bouncer on the shoulder. "This guy and this lady are having a quarrel. Maybe make sure they don't kill each other?" He asked, before heading out of the bar. He was close to the bridge already, but he needed a vehicle. He didn't own one himself. He glanced around the lot. He'd stolen a car before. Just once, when he'd been a stupid teenager. Leaving the planet illegally was one thing, but he didn't want to steal. But then he saw it. A motorcyc;e, with the keys still inside of it. He looked at his phone again. If he didn't do it, he'd never get off this rock. And, he reasoned to himself, Collin and Giggles might die.

The motorcycle revved as Marco started the bike, firing off a message to Collin.

omw Was all he had time to write. He had to get to the bridge, fast.
Look! A High end mercenary faction, above all the squabbling of dirty lowly pirates :p
Please check out my new faction!
See what happens when @Styxx Acheron takes too long to reply, you get friendly rivals ;)

Now I have to stop recruiting for Love bomb and start recruiting for this.
It's alright, Anya isn't going anywhere!


Whoa that was quick! Well done!
@HeroicSociopath I have a character I just need aproved then I might be able to join yay


Ah, where?
Sorry. It was a clever plan :) But I sorta want to see a good story. And it'd be no fun if we just beat everyone :)
Fill out this quiz for your characters! You can do it IC or OOC. Just for funsies.

1. Favorite color?

2. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

3. If you lived on earth, what would your nationality be?

4. Sexual orientation?

5. What do you look for in a member of the preferred sex?

6. Favorite video game?

7. You're trapped on a deserted island. You can bring one tool to help you survive. What do you choose?

8. What's your favorite word/phrase?

9. Space Pepsi or Galacticola?

10. Favorite book?

11. What do you smell like?

12. Do you like flowers? What kind is your favorite?

13. What Harry Potter house would you be sorted into?

14. Favorite leisure activity?

15. What earth location would you most like to visit?

16. What kind of underwear do you wear?

17. What day is your birthday?

18. Favorite food?

19. What real or fictional character would you most like to meet?

20. What's your Dungeons and Dragons alignment?

Marco walked through the streets. Night had fallen by now, and he gazed at the towering skyscrapers that formed the concrete maze he'd lived in. The shop had been the only thing tying him down, and it was dying. So long as the guys he'd left in the bar could get him off world, he couldn't care less if they made off with his entire stock. Ever since his father had been arrested, his worst fear had been dying on Frixion. If the wretched slum he lived in was the only life he was destined to live, he didn't want to live.

He strolled into the VR arcade/bar. Called "Han's Bar" and located just a few feet away from being completely under the drawbridge, it was a gathering point for the city's rougher elements. He was tempted to play some of the games there, but right now, he needed to set things up for leaving Frixion. He took a seat at the bar, motioning to the barkeep.

"Marco." The bartender said, nodding. He was polishing a mug. The dishrag was so dirty that it didn't seem that mug was going to get any cleaner. If Marco had been contemplating buying a cold one, he wasn't anymore. "What're you here for?"

"Just business. Have you seen Tony?" He asked. Marco had inherited all of his father's business contacts. Mostly raw supplies people. The materials for his weapons had to come from somewhere. The guy who he went through acquired it through...Well, Marco had no idea where they were from, but he wasn't sure it was legal.

"Yeah, he's right there." The barkeep said. Sure enough, Tony was right next to them...And a woman with too many teeth had a spike to his throat. She was pretty, but Marco was a bit too worried about what those hands could do to have that sort of thing on his mind, especially if the large collection of bottles she was saving was any indication. The bartender was still polishing the mug. This was a normal night in the slums of Frixion prime.

"Nice spikes." He nodded at her, before following Tony to the table.

"Marco! My friend!" The man said, wrapping the young man in a bear hug. He was clearly a little drunk and clearly still worried about Alexis. "You have your gauntlets on you, r-"

"Yes." Marco said. It was known that he was well versed in combat from his father. Running a gun shop, you needed someone to hand out free samples to customers that didn't want to pay.

"Good, good. Shame about your dad. What can I do you for?" Tony asked, taking a seat in the booth in the corner of the bar. Marco sat down across from him.

"I'm selling the shop." He said.

"Don't mince words, do you? That's sudden." Tony said, sipping his beer.

"It's not making much money. Dad trained me as an enginner, not a businessman. I'm going offworld." Marco said.

"Right now? There's a travel ban, you know." Marco's dealer said.

"Like that stops anyone. You can get me a guy if I get off Frix, right?" Marco asked.

"Well, sure, but I can't help you. I do materials, not human trafficking." Tony continued.

"That's fine. I've got a riWhat the hell." Marco said. The TV in the bar was taken over by a picture of a brunette with twintails and glasses. She might have been cute, except she had the smarmiest expression he'd ever seen.

"Bah, some hacker. Anyways. Get off world, then contact me." Tony said. Marco nodded, then got up.

"Nice seeing you. Next time I see dad, I'll tell him you said hi." Marco said, taking out his phone and hammering a text out to Giggles and Colin.

"Get away from the Five-0 okay? What's with the babe on the screens?" He wrote.

@Ashevelendar @Antarctic Termite
@HeroicSociopath

As for the limit cap I'm already working on a new character to carry an extension of this group.

Love bomb will have two ships and two parties.
I was thinking the adventurous explorers on board the Penumbra, and the more mean and serious mercenaries on the new ship.

The love bomb scout party.
The love bomb combat party.

That's not to say that scout team doesn't engage in combat or that the combat team doesn't occasionally fluff around.

The Assets will be basically the same and the team will be encouraged to swap from ship to ship on occasions and dependant on missions.

What's your thoughts on this?
Any other ideas how to split the ships and still wear the love bomb flag?


Honestly I think that's a clever idea, but I doubt the GMs would allow that. Plus, it seems kinda unfair? Like, with 10 people, most groups could reasonably stay on even ground with us. But if we could just get an infinite amount of people, then it's like, we just automatically win. That's no fun for other players, and I'd get bored of it really fast.

Honestly I'm kinda disappointed that there aren't any enemy pirate crews to fight >:^3

@HeroicSociopath
Do I spy with my little eye a Pic of Arthur Kirkland as the pic for Narco?
Where's Alfred? He needs to call Arthur's eyebrows caterpillars again.


Haha, it's indeed Britain from Hetalia. Admittedly it's been forever since I watch it. I just like to use Hetalias if I want a sexy anime man to use as a picture for my character. Which is like 99% of the time.
Ah, sorry I've been busy. Work has been a bit intense with the holidays. I should have more free time going forward, though :)

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I don't see the Gothic cheetah in human form anywhere. Nope, not updated.
Jk. Sort of. Relax, bro. Isall good


Ah, I've updated it.

I'm crafting a character who I think would be a good fit for this group, but while I do that, I wanted to ask somewhere - the Discord link in the FAQ thread doesn't seem to be working...(or maybe it's just me)

Is there another server for the RP and/or for the group itself?

EDIT: Figured it out - the link in the announcements thread goes to the channel, so if you haven't joined the discord server itself already, the link takes you nowhere. Good to know~

I'll post a link to the character once the profile is done. I was just excited and expressing interest is all.


Ah, I dig the character. I don't think anyone has any major objections, so welcome aboard!

@HeroicSociopath I would love to join this but with my computer out of commission im stuck posting on my Xbox one so I don't know how effective I will be at posting, is that ok?


You'll have to post a character first. You can probably join, although we're starting to push the cap. I'll save you a spot until we've got this all sorted out.

@HeroicSociopath Okay so Frixion Prime's basically dead, and I'd like to continue playing Diana (you may remember, she briefly met Giggles, Marco and possibly Colin, not sure about him). Anyways I was wondering if we could figure out a way for her to join your group, if that's okay with you guys.


Probably, so long as nobody has any objections.

If we accept these dudes, we're at 10. I guess someone else will have to make a space pirate group :)
gah I'm dumb wrong thread
Name: Trevor Cubus
Age: 16
How your char looks: Trevor Cubus is very obviously not human. He has black horns jutting from his head, and a black, spear tipped tail. In spite of (or maybe because of) his inhuman appearance, he's fairly good looking. He's tall, with a mop of jet-black hair adorning his head and silvery blue eyes. He's in good shape, with a toned, athletic build. He has a penchant for revealing clothes. He claims that demons overheat easily.
History: Trevor's father, Richard, was a blacksmith. After a night of drinking, he had a dream about an evil woman who did many terrible things to him. Nine months later, a baby with horns and a tail appeared on his doorstep. No matter the circumstances of Trevor's birth, Richard raised his son with all the love that a father can give his son. He was a harsh, but loving father. Much of Trevor's physical ability stems from helping his father at his shop.
When he went to school, it was a different story. Demons aren't exactly popular. He got in a lot of fights. He tried to file down his horns at one point. It was very painful, and they just grew back. His father always told him to be proud of who he was. Trevor tried, but it didn't help much when he came home covered in bruises. He couldn't even tell his father. He didn't want to seem weak, so he just said it was an accident.
That night, he had a dream. And when he woke up, there was a gift-wrapped package next to his bed. It was full of black sand. He was compelled by instinct, in much the same way a salmon knows to swim upstream or a caterpillar knows how to form a cocoon. He went to his father's forge, and he smelted the sand with iron, making studs. He then set them in a leather collar. To this day, he can't say how he knew to do it.
The next time his tormentors appeared, he was ready to fight. But suddenly, a pair of black dogs appeared. Before he could stop them, they had ripped off the arm of one of his assailants. He fled, with his dogs following him home. Trevor and his father were forced to flee, changing their names. Shortly after, Trevor got a letter of acceptance from Magicana. Initially, he didn't want to go. But his father told him his power was a gift. It was dangerous, but he could control it. Ever since, Trevor has been training his abilities. He's better at using them, but he still fears losing control.
What your dream is: To be surrounded by a harem of beautiful women.
What kind of magic your char has: As a half-demon, Trevor has a natural affinity for monster summoning magic. Every once in a while, he'll awaken to a present, which he can forge into an item that lets him summon a monster. He has three so far, with the potential to acquire more.
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